Tom and I had been friends for several months. We worked at the same business park, and were in the same carpool with a couple of other people who worked there. I had started bicycling a couple years before, and when I told Tom about it, he said he'd been considering getting a bike so he could get in shape. I told him I'd love to ride with him if he decided to get the bike. He did, and we started riding together three or four times a week.
I had been wanting to start lifting weights, so I joined a nearby gym. I asked Tom if he'd like to workout with me, and he said he would. He joined the gym, and we got in the habit of lifting before work a few times a week. We were both tall and slender to begin with, and after a few months of lifting weights, we had decent muscle definition and six-pack abs. We also found our friendship growing stronger as we spent more time together.
The best part of working out with Tom was the fact that we were in the locker room together. The showers were private, but we dressed and undressed in view of each other. Now, we were both happily married men, but I'd been sexually attracted to Tom since the first time we met. I was excited when he agreed to workout with me, because I had fantasized what he'd look like naked. I wasn't disappointed. He had the most awesome chest and ab hair I'd ever seen - fairly thick, with a prominent love trail that led down to his beautiful cock. His cock was a bit bigger than average, and his balls hung nicely below. I had to concentrate to avoid getting an erection.
One day, on the way home with the carpool, Tom said he was thinking of going on a three or four hour bike ride that weekend, and asked if I wanted to join him. I said I wanted to, and would let him know once I checked with my wife. It turned out that I was free on Saturday, so I told Tom I'd join him for the ride. We decided to meet at his house at 8:00 to start the ride.
On Saturday morning, I put on my biking clothes, then hopped on my bike and rode to Tom's house, about 3 miles away from mine. When I arrived, his garage door was open and one of the cars was gone. Tom was standing in the garage, and when he saw me, he motioned for me to bring my bike in. I rode my bike in and dismounted.
"Good morning, Clay," Tom said, "Come on inside for a few minutes."
"Hey Tom. Okay." I said.
I couldn't help looking at Tom's crotch. I loved the way his cock and balls bulged in his tight biking shorts. When I looked up, he smiled and opened the door into his house, hitting the button to close the garage at the same time. I followed him inside. Tom shut the door, then said,
"I really need to talk to you, Clay."
"Sure, what's up?"
"Well, we've gotten close over the past several months. You're the best friend I have."
"Thanks, Tom. That's how I feel about you, too," I said.
"Well, I don't want to jeopardize our friendship, but I'm physically attracted to you."
"Wow," I said.
"I'm sorry, Clay. You probably hate me now, don't you?"
"No, not at all. Honestly, Tom, I'm physically attracted to you, too."
"Really? So, if I asked you to have sex with me..." Tom began.
"I'd do it," I said.
"Well then, will you have sex with me?"
"I'd love to," I replied.
"Have you ever done it with a man before?"
"A few times back in high school. How about you?"
"I had a buddy in high school that asked me to fuck him. That got me started. We were pretty regular for a little over a year until we graduated."
"Sounds nice." I said.
"It was. Anyway, let's go downstairs." Tom said.
Tom led me down the stairs into his basement, and down the hall to a spare bedroom. The bed had been covered with an unzipped sleeping bag.
"I thought it would be better to stain my sleeping bag than to leave stains on the bed that my wife would see." he said.
"Good idea. Where is your wife, anyway?" I asked.
"She took the kids to see her parents. It's a two-hour drive, so we have plenty of time."
"Great. How do you want to do this?"
"I was thinking it would be hot to 69 the first time, then share our cum afterward. Does that sound ok?" Tom asked.
"Yeah. Kiss me, Tom."
Tom turned to me and placed his hands on my shoulders, then brought his lips to mine and kissed me gently. I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him tight. I thrust my tongue forward, and Tom's mouth opened, letting my tongue in as his tongue entered my mouth. I ran my hands up and down his back, enjoying the feeling of his muscles through his tight biking clothes. Tom's hands ran down my back and stopped on my ass. He pulled me tight against him, ramming my erect cock against his.
After a few minutes, Tom started pulling my jersey up. Our mouths broke contact as we worked my jersey up over my head, and we did the same with Tom's. We pressed together, kissing once again. The feeling of Tom's hairy chest pressed against mine was something I'd fantasized about often, and the real thing was even better. I kissed Tom even more passionately, and he responded likewise.
Over the next few minutes we managed to get each other's bike shorts down around our ankles. We stepped out of them, and moved slowly to the bed. I pulled my mouth from Tom's and began kissing his neck gently. Tom did the same, and we gradually worked our way down to nipples, then abs, and then, finally, there was Tom's throbbing cock. It was about 7" long, and moderately thick. The tip was oozing precum. I stuck out my tongue and licked a slow circle around the head, then I put my tongue in the hole and wiggled it like I was trying to get my tongue inside. Tom moaned loudly, and I felt his tongue slowly licking down the front of my cock. I moaned.
