We'd known our friend Simon for a couple of years after meeting him at the gym. We'd been out many times for meals and drinks, and had him over to ours a few times. But we were a little surprised when he asked us if he could come to stay with us during the coronavirus lockdown. He lived alone and said he couldn't spend so long without any human contact. We both got on well with him so after not too much discussion we agreed and arranged a date for him temporarily move in.
After a few days we settled into an easy routine and gradually became comfortable around each other, which was good as we lived in a small two bed, one bathroom apartment with all the rooms running off a central corridor. Days were spent mostly working from home on our laptops, evenings relaxing in front of the telly with a drink or two.
On the fourth night Simon was taking his usual shower before our evening meal, ready to settle for the evening. Matt walked past the bathroom and couldn't help but sneak a cheeky look through the part-open door. Through the steam he could see Simon drying off. He was about 5'11", medium build, carrying a little extra weight but with signs of defined pecs. His chest was hairy and broad, with a small scar on the left side. Stood in the doorway, Matt's eyes scanned further down his body to a neatly trimmed bush with an uncut, meaty cock. Even though Simon's cock wasn't hard it looked to be around 13cm long. His balls were large and from the heat of the shower they hung low. He'd never thought of Simon in a sexual way other than thinking he was just a good looking guy, never bumped into him getting changed in the gym changing rooms, so was surprised to finally see the body hiding beneath the t-shirts he usually saw Simon wearing. Matt continued to stare, a slight smile on his lips and his heart pounding in his chest, unable to pull himself away from the mesmerising image before him, that was until Simon spotted him loitering outside the door.
"Sorry, are you waiting for the bathroom?" he said as he continued to dry himself off with the towel, not caring that he was on show.
"Er, yeah, sorry, I just wanted something from the cabinet."
Simon stepped aside, the towel hanging from his hand and leaving him completely exposed, and nodded to indicate for Matt to come in. He continued slowly drying himself off, rubbing his towel over his crotch while Matt fumbled around awkwardly in the cabinet. He carefully folded his towel, unfazed by being completely naked in front of Matt, and hung it up on the heated rail. He slipped on a pair of light grey, thin jersey lounge shorts and walked out the room.
Throughout the evening Matt's cock was throbbing, his mind replaying Simon drying off in the bathroom and for the first time he couldn't help noticing Simon's cock within his shorts. That night we went to bed around 11pm, which is a little later than normal for us, usually we were in bed by 10pm but Matt seemed to want to stay up a little later. When we got in to bed it became obvious Matt was restless and not able to settle down.
"What's gotten into you?" I asked.
Matt explained about seeing Simon drying off after his shower and how he couldn't get his beautiful, big cock out of his mind. He was clearly embarrassed that he was attracted to our guest, but I felt my cock twitch at the thought of Matt being so distracted all night, thinking only of Simon and what was in his shorts. I reached over to touch him, pleased to find his cock already throbbing, all the while asking about Simon's body and cock and what Matt would like to do to him. Once I'd got all the details out of him I slid down the bed to take his cock deep in my mouth and it wasn't long until he was showing signs he was needing to cum, so I moved down to his shaved balls and slowed the pace down by lightly licking over their smooth surface.
He didn't normally cum so quickly, it must have been thinking about Simon all night, and that also made me so horny. Whilst continuing to run my tongue over his balls I slowly massaged my wet thumb over his hole, working my way inwards bit by bit. He moaned, grinding against my thumb, and as his balls began to tighten I moved my tongue and ran it up the centre of his cock. I took his cock into my mouth once again, all the time working his hole. His grinding became harder was he was soon thrusting his hips, shoving his cock deeper into my mouth. I moaned in anticipation, knowing he was close. With one more hard thrust his cum filled my mouth, I could feel it pulsing through his cock. I swallowed his massive load and continued to clean up his cock, lapping up any cum that continued to seep out whilst wanking myself until I came.
The next evening I laid out on the smaller sofa in our lounge, which meant Matt and Simon shared the larger sofa positioned in front of the telly. As the evening went on we had a few drinks and the banter and innuendos were flowing, with a little bit of jokey flirting but nothing unusual. After the movie we were watching ended I grabbed another round of drinks, switched off the lamps and settled down to watch the second instalment of the trilogy. Half way through the movie I glanced over to the other sofa; Simon was sat up but spread out with one leg bent up on the seat, the other stretched out in front of him. Matt was reclined, his leg up on the sofa and his foot very close to Simon's groin. My heart began to beat faster and I was unable to maintain my focus on the movie, switching my gaze constantly from the movie to the space between Matt's foot and Simon's crotch. Was that space getting smaller or was it just my imagination longing for it? Was the bulge in Simon's shorts that noticeable a minute ago or was it growing?
Matt bent his leg as though to relax it, then slowly stretched it back out, but as he settled his foot back down it came to gently rest on the bulge in Simon's shorts. I tried to maintain my composure but my heart was racing and my cock was rock hard but outwardly I hopped I appeared normal and to be watching the movie, which of course was absolutely impossible. After what felt like eternity of nothing happening, I was certain I could see, even in the dim light, subtle movements of Matt's foot rubbing against Simon's cock, now surely hard. Simon nonchalantly placed a hand on Matt's foot, guiding it gently to increase the pressure on his cock.
God, why had we turned off the lamps, I could barely see damn a thing! I was so frustrated and distracted I didn't realise the film had ended until the TV illuminated the room with more light. Matt's foot had found its way inside the loose leg of Simon's jersey shorts, rubbing his hard cock. No one was watching the movie or noticed that the credits are scrolling uptake screen. Matt is intensely focused on his foot and Simon's hot cock and Simon is watching Matt with his hand placed lightly on his foot helping to slowly caress him. As the credits come to an end I fake a stretch, giving Matt a chance to remove his foot.
I discreetly adjusted my erection, stood up and said, "Okay then, I'm shattered, I'm off to bed." With that I went into the kitchen to get myself a drink to take to bed. Matt followed me to the kitchen and I asked him if he wanted a drink to bring to bed.
"No thanks, if you don't mind. I'm not tired just yet, I was going to stay up for a bit longer, maybe put on the third part of the trilogy?"
I almost froze for a second, my mind racing through the mix of emotions; nervousness, jealousy, anxiety that Matt was clearly attracted to Simon and wanting to do more, but most overwhelmingly arousal at the thought of Matt and Simon together. I'd seen what Matt did when I was in the same room and my mind was going wild thinking of what he might do when I was not there.
"Oh, okay, I'll see you in a bit then. Love you." I gave him a kiss and went to take a piss. When I came out the bathroom the lounge door was shut, all I could hear was the music from the start of the movie. My heart was thumping with excitement and my thoughts filled with the possibilities of everything that could be happening in the next room. As I went to bed I knew there was no way I was going to sleep.
