The knock on the door had to be Tom. We both liked girls, but after that drunken same-sex experience with each other in college we seemed to be hooked. The past three years of man-sex was intense, but I think I was more committed than Tom. Well, at least up until today.
I work so hard, I usually don't have time for much of a relationship and women tend to need that time. So, since I'm attracted to guys too, Tom always provided the sexual release I needed.
Tom, on the other hand, had developed a relationship with some girl and our sex had been less frequent. I was just a fuck on the side for him now, I think. Which was okay. He needed a lot of sex and variety while I didn't really have the time for much more.
Since our sex was less frequent, he suggested I find me a woman as well. A suggestion I disregarded until just a few hours earlier when Jill, a female colleague practically attacked me at work. So I fucked her. I think she just wanted to see what it was like with what she thought was a gay guy to combat the fear she had of settling down with her fiancé to be.
It was a quick, wild fuck. I could get used to a woman like that. So if Tom stopped showing up as much, maybe I would start liking women more again, starting with Jill.
I opened the door. Even though I ran every day and lifted weights to stay in top form, Tom seemed to have me beat. Sure I had a muscular chest, biceps, flat abdomen and toned thighs; but Tom's chest and arms rippled through his shirt and where my stomach was flat, his was a washboard and though my thighs are firm and toned, you could almost see the definition of each muscle through his pants.
He stepped inside and as soon as the door closed he wasted no time. His lips closed onto mine and our tongues instinctively sought out its mate. They then circled and entwined in an erotic dance.
His hands groped for my ass as I wrapped my arms over his shoulders.
"What, no foreplay?" I asked in between kisses.
"I've been wanting to fuck you all day." He said.
"Well, here I am. Let me light a candle or something."
Tom broke off our kiss long enough to start stripping off his clothes. "No time. We've got reservations to eat tonight."
"When?"
"Soon. Let's fuck first. I've got to have you."
I had no problem with a fuck. I started stripping off my clothes as well and we groped and kissed all the way to my bedroom. By the time we made it to the bed, we were two naked men with only flesh and muscle between us.
Our dicks bobbed in front of us. I crawled on the bed and heard Tom open a drawer where the lube was kept. I was still on the edge of the bed on my hands and knees when I heard him flip the tube open then his deep voice.
"Hold it, Brad. That's just how I imagined you, all day." He said.
I was on my hands and knees, just barely on the bed. I froze there with my ass facing Tom. I sensed him kneeling behind me. My dick twitched and my balls tingled with anticipation as he parted the cheeks of my ass and planted a kiss on my asshole, which I kept shaven just for him. Well, he kept his shaven likewise. It was incredibly personal and sexy.
Tom lubed a finger then replaced his tongue, which was now encircling the rim of my ass with his finger. I relaxed and enjoyed the sensation of it sliding into me. Tom finger fucked my ass a few moments and I spread my knees further apart to give him more access.
But when he withdrew his finger and I heard lube squirt onto his dick, I rocked even more forward on my knees and leaned onto my elbows with my ass high in the air at the edge of the bed. I heard a squishing sound as he lubed the shaft of his dick. I closed my eyes and could see his dick from memory as I listened to those erotic sounds of what was about to come.
Tom was the same eight-inch length that I was. He liked it well lubed so by the time he finished, it would be glistening. When the sound stopped, I sensed movement behind me. I steadied my knees and breathed deeply. My balls tingled and my heart beat a little faster.
Then I felt him. His left hand rested on my left hip. Then the soft flesh from the head of his dick pushed it's way between the cheeks of my ass and parted them gently. He rubbed the head of his dick up and down the crack of my ass; partly to tease me; partly to center it on my asshole.
"You want me, Brad?" he asked. His voice was lower now, sensual; more sensual than you would expect from a man. And that's part of what I loved about sex with two men.
For some reason, men don't try to be macho or feminine even, when making love to another man. They just do what feels right. Or at least, that's how it is with us. When don't try to be something else in bed. We give up our bodies and our egos.
"Yes." My ass twitched.
"You really want me?" He rubbed that glistening phalanx against my quivering hole.
"Fuck me, Tom."
He rubbed it some more. I heard him moan as he pressed his flesh against me. I tried to spread my knees further apart.
"Damn, your ass feels good, Brad. You're so warm."
"You want me. Don't you Tom?"
"Yes." His voice was low. It quivered.
"You've wanted to fuck me all day, haven't you?" I said rubbing my ass against his dick. His left hand squeezed my hip.
