After that amazing evening when I fucked a man for the first time, Tony and I became a number. Not in the lovey dovey way of boys and girls, but in the sexual way of bi men. The way where it is just sex. The way where we meet purely for that. Sure there is affection and intimacy, a little romance, almost, but the only reason we are together really is to fuck and be fucked.
We met through a colleague at the airline company where we all worked. Sam is a dedicated top and would not do bottom at all. Tony and I had both been bottoms for him and in fact he took both our anal virginities. After that I wanted to be a top, at least for one night. Sam introduced us and I fucked Tony. I loved it and was confused as to whether I became a top or a bottom or, as Sam called it, versatile, for Tony then fucked me!
After that first fabulous night Tony and I met now and then and we would switch round. Usually I fucked him first and then later he would return the favour. It was quite a heady time.
"Do you have any fantasies James," he asked one evening when we were lying naked on a bed in a hotel.
We had not fucked yet that evening, but we had done most everything else. Lots of kissing, then we massaged each other with fingers on and slightly up each other's bum. Rimming each other was the natural following act before having mutual oral sex where we both came in the other's mouth.
That had taken an hour or so and we were in that post orgasm, recovery period where we were waiting for our bodies to recover for the second half; and when you are both in your mid-forties they take a little longer than they used to. Hence, we chatted and thus Tony asked me that question.
We were close together on the bed with our shoulders, arms and hips touching continually. As the mood took us so one of us would fondle the other on their chest, round their waist or lower and into their pubic patch and along their thighs. We both knew this was the build-up and would lead to further sex.
"You mean bi ones, Tony?"
"Yes, but any really."
"I do actually."
"Going to tell me?" He asked his fingers fumbling through the fairly thick thatch of hair on my pubis.
"My ideal in some ways is a foursome with two guys and two women all of whom are bi."
"Kelly not up for it?"
"Fuck no, she totally refuses any attraction to women and I have tried I assure you."
"What about Sam's wife, I think Sally his partner plays."
"Yes he told me that and promised a threesome, but nothing has happened yet."
"She's still cabin crew isn't she?"
"No, she was a purser, but works in training and development now."
"What in HO?
"Yes."
"Would you want the threesome?"
"Yes, but of course with Sam it's a bit limited isn't it," I said as his fingers brushed against my nearly totally limp dick putting a little life into it. I turned slightly towards him and reached across my body to fondle his left breast.
"Yes these fucking dedicated tops."
"Pains in the arse aren't they."
"Well they can be, but lube helps," Tony replied smiling at the series of double entendres.
"Got any ideas?"
"What for the foursome?"
"Yes, would you be up for it?"
"Like a fucking shot I would, but I don't know any birds who would."
"That's my problem," I said as his fingers stroked my balls sending little frissons through me that seemed focused right on my dick. I pinched his nipple. "What about you Tone?"
"What fantasies?"
"Yes."
"Mine is simple," he replied taking hold of my cock that was starting to grow.
I leaned across and kissed him. "That's lovely mate, keep it up."
"Oh I will."
"So what's the fantasy?" I asked as we ended the kiss with my hand holding his cock that was slightly further along the recovery path than mine.
"A foursome with three other blokes."
"Wow."
"Up for that?" he asked as we both rubbed each other's cock.
