It was not long before Josh had essentially moved in to David's house. It didn't happen all at once. Progressively, he moved from leaving a toothbrush in his bathroom, to having a clean shirt and underwear for sleepover 'emergencies'. Before long, David cleared out a drawer for him in the dresser and before he knew it, he was calling to see if he should pick up anything from the store on the way home.
Their domesticity had limits though. Josh still maintained his own house, even though he rarely slept there. To anyone that asked, he lived alone in a compact little apartment in Fitzroy. He wasn't ready to take the step of 'officially' moving in.
At times it was difficult to hide from those that knew them well. They had to be careful not to always arrive together at social functions and to spend some time apart with their mutual friends. Josh didn't spend much energy thinking about it, though. They'd both always been so straight that no one would ever suspect they were fucking each other!
And boy, did they ever. Spending so much time naked was certainly enjoyable, but at such an early phase in their relationship, every glimpse of the other's naked body had them hard and dripping almost instantaneously.
Josh had never had so much sex in his life. Even in his 20s, he would usually go a few days between orgasms most of the time. Now he was cumming 2 or 3 times every day, and still a glimpse of David bending over to pick something off the floor had him horning up again.
One lazy summer Sunday, he lay out in the yard on a patio lounge, sunning himself. He'd gone out there purportedly to read his book for a while, but the warm sun on his naked body soon had him dozing off.
He woke to the sound of the back door opening, as David came outside to empty the rubbish bin. Pretending to still be asleep, he lay there on his belly, listening as the rubbish bin lid opened and closed, and waited expectantly for the back door to open again as David went back inside. The silent pause got longer, and without turning around, he knew that David was standing there admiring his body on the lounge chair.
His cock stirred under him, as the thought of being admired like that aroused him. Refusing to admit that he was awake, he lay still, and steadied his breathing. He could imagine David standing there leaning against the wall by the back door, cock firming up, perhaps beginning to stroke himself.
He loved this power he had over David; the power to make him stop and pay attention, to drive him to instinct. He knew that David had the same power over him, but it was a rush nonetheless.
Pretending to stir, he parted his legs slightly on the patio lounge, opening his crack and exposing his sac, just poking out between his legs. The wet slap of David's hand stroking his own cock was unmistakeable now, but he kept his own breathing steady, willing him to step forward and take him right there in the backyard.
As if responding to his silent wish, he heard David approach, not speaking. He straddled the patio lounge and spat into his hand, wiping the saliva over the end of his cock. With one hand, he parted Josh's arse further, exposing his hole. Josh felt the pressure of the head of David's cock push against him firmly as he leaned forward, kissing his neck. His breath was hot against his skin.
Pushing outwards, Josh opened himself to the insistent pressure, and felt David slide smoothly into him in a single stroke. His pelvis convulsed and a hot stream of fluid seeped out of him as the hard cock glanced over his prostate gland.
David wasted no time, pumping into him vigorously, hands on Josh's pelvis as he crouched above him. His heavy breathing was the only noise he made. Josh lay there, pinned beneath him as David used his hole for some quick relief.
Pretending to sleep now was impossible, but Josh lay still, submitting to David as he had his way. With each thrust, Josh was pushed forward on the lounge, the rhythmic movement rubbing his rock hard cock between his belly and the material beneath him. His pelvis sang, as the angle of David's cock brought fresh pressure against his prostate with every stroke.
Eyes closed, Josh quickly lost himself in the movement. He could hardly believe how quickly he'd shifted from a straight, regular guy, to being a hole for his mate to use when he wanted to get his rocks off. He felt like he should be angry at David for jumping on him unasked like this, but at the same time, the feeling of power he felt from being able to turn David on like this was enough to make him shoot his load.
As his thoughts returned to the tingling pressure in his pelvis, he felt David speeding up above him. His balls were slapping against his arse as he humped him like an animal. Sweat dripped from him onto Josh's back as he puffed and panted.
Josh could hold it no longer. The feeling built deep inside him as the orgasm erupted from his trapped cock, shooting hot cum and slicking up the patio lounge. His spasming hole was all David needed to throw him over the edge, and he grunted quietly as he thrust deep inside of Josh, losing his load in his anal canal.
His thrusting slowed as the orgasm waned, and after a brief pause, he pulled his cock free, wiping it on Josh's leg as he withdrew. He slapped Josh on the arse as he stood up, and without saying a word, he walked inside and shut the door.
The boys' sexual awakening was soon interrupted though, as Josh had to head interstate for a work trip. After such an intense few weeks, 10 days without sex seemed unfathomable.
Their fucking built to a crescendo just before Josh left, so much so that David was noisily shooting a load into Josh's arse just as the taxi for the airport pulled up the driveway and honked. Hurriedly wiping himself with a dirty shirt, and doing up his pants, Josh kissed him deeply, before heading off to make his flight, holding his mate's last load inside him.
The trip seemed to last forever, but they made it work, swapping porn links to jerk off to. Josh made a point of disappearing into the toilets at the conference centre each day to send a fresh cock pic, and David reciprocated. Before long, their competitive nature had them taking more and more adventurous and absurd pictures.
Josh started the game, with his conference lanyard tied tight around his junk, and then David soon followed, sending a shot in return wearing only a toolbelt and helmet. The mirror behind him showed a large handled screwdriver protruding from his arse. Not to be outdone, Josh replied that night, with a photo of his semi-hard cock in a hotdog bun, drizzled with tomato sauce.
Their one-up game quickly escalated from there until finally, Josh was returning home. His final pic was of his hard cock poking out of his open fly, precum leaking from the slit. The background showed his surroundings, sitting as he was on a nearly (but not quite) empty train.
Anticipating a quick reply after his fairly brazen photo, and of course nervous that one of his fellow passengers would wander to his end of the carriage, he zipped himself up quickly and watched his phone. Five, then ten minutes passed and still there was no reply.
The train rumbled into the station at this point, and he got out into one of the waiting cabs. The lack of reply was odd, but it did nothing to dampen his building sense of anticipation at their reunion. The cab ride seemed to take forever, but finally he pulled up outside David's house, and quickly payed the driver.
He let himself in with his key, dumping his bags on the floor and quickly stripping off his clothes. He could barely wait to taste David's cock after such a long time.
"Honey, I'm home" he called out musically as he strode naked down the hallway. The slightly frantic note to David's reply had him stopped in his tracks just before entering the loungeroom.
"Ah, good that you decided to come by, mate. Haven't seen you in ages. Matt's dropped in for a beer as well. Come and join us!"
The meaning hit him instantly. They weren't alone! Frantically, he raced back to the entry and threw his clothes back on before Matt saw him. "Be right in boys." He called, trying to portray a sense of relaxed calm that he certainly didn't feel. "Just have to stop for a quick slash. That taxi ride was a killer!"
Leaning awkwardly into the toilet, he took a long, forceful piss, willing his hard on to go down. Amazed at how close he'd come to walking into an impossible situation, he took a deep breath looking into the mirror, shook himself off, and headed for the kitchen to grab a beer.
"Anyone need a refill?" he called out.
"I'll give you a hand." David called out as he got up off the couch and walked into the kitchen. "I'll get some snacks out of the cupboard as well" he offered, by way of an excuse.
He walked up behind Josh, who had his head in the fridge, and slapped him on the arse.
"What the fuck, man?" Josh whispered furiously. "Where'd he come from?"
"He just dropped in for a drink" David giggled. "My phone kept beeping with your cock pics flashing up, so I had to turn it on silent and hide it under a pillow! Half thought you'd walk in naked and hard, ready for a good fucking!"
Josh, seeing the funny side, laughed in return. "I nearly did!" he replied. "Still have a semi now if I'm being honest!"
"You boys bringing those beers back in the lounge-room any time soon? A man's not a camel!" Matt was standing in the doorway, tapping his foot.
Josh cracked open one of the bottles in his hand, and handed it to Matt, slapping him on the shoulder.
"Settle down, mate! What'd your last slave die of?"
The night quickly settled into the familiar routine of beers and pointless conversation that the three of them had had many times in the past. Matt was an old mate, friends with both of them since soon after high school. He was a man's man, forever boasting of his sexual conquests (always incredibly hot women) and times he got "so fucken pissed" he couldn't even walk. He was a good drinking buddy, but Josh often found himself wondering when he was going to start acting his age.
