Dean woke up at exactly seven o'clock, his mobile phone making a very soft 'chirp'. It was set to be off until seven in the morning. The sound had been a message being released. 'That'll be Debbie,' he thought. She usually texted early on Friday afternoon to set up a fucking session for the weekend. He'd been quite surprised not to hear from her.
But before he checked the message, he very carefully lifted his bedding and looked across at the big black guy sleeping peacefully next to him.
'Excellent,' he thought, 'he's got a big morning hard on...should be some more fun.' He'd picked up Oscar at the club last night and they'd had a great fuck.
Well, it wasn't really a 'club', just a bar, but the clientele were all guys...and guys interested in one thing...fucking. Dean usually went down there on a Friday night, sometimes he was successful, sometimes he wasn't.
Last night had been good, he'd been sitting having a beer with a few of his acquaintances, when a group of a few new guys had come in. He's spotted Oscar straightaway. 'Excuse me,' he'd said to his pals and strolled over to where the new guys were still standing at the bar.
"Hi," he'd said, "can I buy you a beer?"
No time wasted, both there for the same thing. Oscar had looked him up and down, liked what he saw and said, "Sure". They'd got chatting without any bother. Dean had a good look at Oscar, in particular at the big bulge in his jeans.
After a while, Dean had said, "Bit noisy here, want to move somewhere quieter?" The 'pub' had some very intimate booths, but also odd corners behind pillars and what have you. They stood in a corner.
The pub had a very strict rule - no overt display of cocks and certainly no fucking in public. But that didn't stop a lot of surreptitious activity going on in the dark corners! Dean smiled at Oscar, then eased his hand over and started feeling Oscar's cock through his jeans. Oscar grinned back and reciprocated.
They leaned forward and kissed. Zips were pulled down, hands inserted and soon they were feeling each other's balls and pricks, which soon hardened. Funnily enough, neither of them were wearing pants, all commando style.
Oscar pulled Dean's prick out first, Dean followed, they got their pricks together, a hand each wrapped round them. 'God, that felt good,' Dean had thought, the feel of a big hot prick against his was great.
'Frotting, they called it,' he thought.
'Not a very nice word, from the French: Frottage, the act of grinding one's body against another for sexual pleasure,' he recalled.
For in truth, although he worked as a garage mechanic, Dean was a clever guy and well educated. He actually had a college degree. When he'd graduated, nothing particularly appealed to him as a job, so after a while of unemployment, he'd thought, 'I like working with my hands,' so he got a job as a garage mechanic.
He was very good at it, and the garage found he had a particular skill at solving tricky problems - which was how he had met Debbie. Correction, how he'd been seduced by Debbie, sneaky bitch! They'd been fucking now for months. And there had been nothing wrong with her car either.
But Dean had quickly been up front with Debbie. He told her he liked fucking with guys. He didn't think he was homosexual, he didn't even think he was bi-sexual...he just liked fucking...a lot.
Debbie it turned out was quite happy with that, as long as she got her share of cock. She just had one request - would Dean please wear a condom when doing anal, no bareback stuff. Dean was quite happy with that, he had no wish to catch an infection either.
Anyway, back to last night. Oscar it turned out was in town for a few days attending some junior management course. The course had finished late that afternoon, but Oscar had stayed on for an extra night to have a look around.
"Want to come back to my place?" Dean had suggested. "Sure."
They'd got into Dean's flat and hadn't wasted any time. Oscar was wearing a shirt, Dean a t-shirt. Those were soon off. They undid each other's flies, dropped their trousers and both had a good look at each other's hard pricks. Dean's was about eight inches long, Oscar's shorter by an inch but fatter. Both were largely shaven, but with landing strips.
Dean thought as the host he should take the initiative, so he dropped down on his knees and was soon sucking Oscar's cock.
'God, there was nothing he liked better,' he thought, as he sucked and licked and also pulled at Oscar's balls. The sensation of a big fat cock filling his mouth was just exquisite, he sucked even more vigorously.
"Don't do too much, Dean, or I'll fucking shoot," he heard a gasp from above. He pulled his mouth away and grinned up at Oscar. He lay straight back on the bed and soon Oscar was servicing him. He was good, the things he could do with his lips and tongue were amazing. He licked round the ridge of Dean's cock head and Dean had to hold on to stop himself coming.
"Want to get it up me?" he said and Oscar nodded. Dean got a bottle of lube and a condom, Oscar finger fucked his ass to loosen it up, then started to ease his cock up into Dean.
'There's nothing like it,' thought Dean, 'a big hot prick up there.' He liked pegging with Debbie, but nothing replaced the real thing. As the lube started to dry out, the intensity of the friction on his anus grew, giving him even more satisfaction. With each deeper and faster stroke, a steady stream of loud grunts came out of him.
Oscar was enjoying himself as well, the tightness of Dean's ass muscles squeezing his dick in a highly satisfactory manner. They'd started missionary position, but were soon moving around, Oscar took him from behind doggie style, then from the rear in a spoon position.
The ended up in Dean's favourite position, with him sitting on the other guy's lap with his prick up from behind. That way, Dean's cock and balls were in front, bouncing up and down. He liked to watch his cock jiggling back and forward, and Oscar easily got his hand round to finger his cock and balls.
"I think I'm going to shoot," said Oscar.
'Not surprising,' thought Dean, as he must have had Oscar's cock up him for well over half an hour. Some stamina. Oscar's body stiffened, he thrust his cock hard up Dean and let out an "Ohhh!" as his stuff shot out.
"That was terrific, Dean," he said withdrawing his cock. Dean was quite exhausted as well, but still had his big hard on...and an urgent need to get it up Oscar. He wet Oscar's arsehole with some lube, then got his prick up him as fast as he could. He was soon fucking him hard, but Oscar seemed to be able to take it.
Again, they swapped round, this time they did it standing up for a while. Oscar held onto the bedside cabinet while Dean rammed into him. Dean's stamina was pretty good as well, he lasted as long as Oscar had, but finally he shot his load as well. They collapsed back onto the bed, breathing heavily.
"That was great," said Oscar. "For a white guy, you've got a really good sized cock and you can last. I need that size up me, fucking me like that for a good long while."
Time for a break, "Want a drink, Oscar?"
"Sure," he said again, it seemed to be his favourite expression. They washed their cocks, then went through to the kitchen in the nude. Dean poured beers and they sat and chatted for a bit.
"Great flat you've got here," said Oscar.
"Yes, two bedrooms and two en-suite bathrooms, and the guy I share it with is out a lot," said Dean, not choosing to mention that Debbie was paying half the rent. Soon after he'd met her, correction, been snared by her, she'd come round to his old flat for a fucking session.
"Dean, this place is a pigsty," and insisted on finding him a better place.