Disclaimer: Any resemblance to real people or actual situations is purely accidental
IT TAKES TWO FLAT MATES
Geoff
I was twelve when I first saw Tony and the first thing I thought about was sex. He joined our school halfway through year eight and I was asked to show him round the place and help him settle in. I can still remember that day as if it were yesterday. I was sitting at the back of the class with a raging hard on, just about to ask the teacher if I could go to the bog - I was desperate for a wank - when the deputy head came in, looked around the room and called out my name. I nearly shit myself. As Tony was introduced to me I had my right hand in my trouser pocket trying to control my cock but at the same time I couldn't stop myself checking him out and wondering whether he'd started wanking. When I got home that evening I went straight to my bedroom to measure my cock for the third time that week, wondering whether his was as long as my five inches, but fast growing piece of meat
We soon became close friends and would chill out together, visiting each other's houses three or four times a week. As I was one of those teenagers who could never talk things over with their parents if I had a problem the first person I'd go and see was Tony - he's a good listener - but there was one thing I could never talk to him about and that was sex.. There were lots of questions I wanted to ask him. I wanted to know how long his cock was, how often he wanked, what he thought about while he was doing it - you know the sort of things that go through kids' minds. But somehow I could never bring myself to say anything.
As you can imagine, though, there was a lot of talk about sex at school and by the time we were sixteen quite a number of the boys were boasting about the number of birds they'd screwed. I didn't believe them for one minute. As far as I was concerned it was all mouth and anyway I wasn't really interested because I knew what I wanted and that was to fuck Tony. Unfortunately at our school nobody in his right mind would even hint that he wanted to have it off with his mate and so there was no safe way of finding out whether Tony had ever thought about having sex with me. As it was I had to make do with my twice-daily wank, one in the morning, which was usually in the bathroom before I had a wash, and a more leisurely one in the evening before I went to sleep.
Just before we went off to college I was feeling desperate about things and decided I must make some kind of move. My attempt to seduce him, though, was nothing short of pathetic. He was learning to drive and, as I'd already passed my test, I was taking him out on a practice run. I sat beside him, with a hard on, and lent across to make sure his door was closed. I took my time, rubbing up against his legs and body, hoping he would respond. But he didn't and when I got home that night I was still a virgin.
Tony
While I was at school I never thought about having sex with Geoff . That's not to say I wasn't interested in sex. I was always trying to get a quick look at other boy's cocks in the changing rooms. I listened to them when they boasted about the size of their cock and went home and measured my own. Sometimes I'd call in at a bog near the school and read the messages on the door. I remember once when I was fifteen I put the size of my cock on a chart. I felt very proud as I wrote 'Tony 7 inches'. I never told Geoff about all this. In fact, although he was my best mate we never discussed sex and I never ever thought about him when I had a wank
Geoff
When I got to college my life changed completely. I hadn't been there long before I had sex with another guy for the first time. I was sitting drinking alone at a party when this guy, in his second year, came up to me and started talking - don't ask me what he looked like because I don't remember. At first I thought he was just making polite conversation as I was new, trying to make me feel welcome and that sort of crap but after a bit I began to suspect he was after a bit more. I started to get nervous. when he suggested we go outside for a smoke. At that point I was pretty certain what it was he wanted and my nervousness started turning to excitement. We left the house by the back door and strolled down the garden path idly chatting. It was when we got near to the shed that he suddenly asked me straight out if I would shove my cock up his arse as he'd not had sex since he'd got back to college a few weeks earlier and needed it bad. I can't say I enjoyed it all that much but it was a start.. From then on hardly a week went by during term time without me giving somebody a good fuck. As Tony had gone to a different college he didn't know anything about this and when we met in the holidays I didn't say much to him about what I got up to. He wasn't very forthcoming about his social life, either, and I always assumed he was out shagging birds every night.
Tony
When I left school and went to college I kept in touch with Geoff but I didn't want him to know what I was doing in my spare time.. I'd not been away from home long before the floodgates burst open and I went on the rampage. It was almost as if I was trying to make up for lost time. I just didn't care who I had sex with. The guy who took my virginity away was about fifty. He approached me in the local park not far from where I lived and asked me for a light. When I said I hadn't got one he muttered under his breath 'Pity. My mouth needs something to suck on' You can imagine what happened next. He took me back to his place where he gave me a blowjob. The following day he met me again and gave me a good fuck. I visited him quite regularly during the next three years and I knew that if I couldn't find anybody else either he or one of his mates would be only too happy to get their cocks up my arse. Sometimes I thought about Geoff when I was being fucked and wondered what he would think if he knew what I was doing. I always assumed he was fucking birds.
Geoff
After three years at college I started to live at home again. You can imagine the frustration. After three years of sex almost whenever I wanted it, my sex life virtually ground to a halt. It was impossible to take anybody back to my place for some fun. Not only that, I started to see more of Tony again and the urge to have sex with him returned. I just had to do something so I went round to see him after Christmas and suggested we find a flat together. He thought that was a cool idea. I immediately began to dream about getting a small flat with one bedroom and a double bed but I knew that wasn't on. We eventually decided on a cheap place with two bedrooms and a large kitchen Not ideal but at least I reckoned we'd spend a fair bit of time alone together in the flat
Tony
After I'd left college and started work I had to live at home. It was a frustrating time. Sex, except for regular wanks, became almost impossible. Twice I managed to find somebody who took me back to his place for a quick fuck but it wasn't very satisfying, so when Geoff came round to see me and suggested we get a flat together I didn't hesitate. Having sex with Geoff though was still not on my agenda. All I could think about was the freedom of living in a flat of my own and getting out of my parents' house. I didn't even think about how Geoff would react when I wanted to bring a guy back to the flat for a good fuck
Geoff
We moved in at the start of February and quickly settled down. During the day we were at work. Some evenings were spent watching television in each other's rooms, at other times we went out with friends from work either separately or together. In many ways it was just like school. We'd talk about anything and everything except sex. The urge to have sex with Tony, though became almost unbearable. Imagine what it was like having to look at him as he wandered around the flat, first thing in the morning, wearing nothing but his boxers. He was twenty-two but looked more like eighteen. His slender body was lovely and smooth, and as for his arse, I get a hard on just thinking about it.
We must have been at the flat for about a month when I decided to see if I could tempt him. It was a Friday evening and we were watching television in his room. I was wearing loose combat trousers over my boxers and I could feel my cock stretching down the side of my leg. I kept giving it a quick squeeze hoping Tony would notice and say something. No luck! Not only did he not say a thing but there was absolutely no reaction from him, not even a sly grin and I couldn't work out whether he'd noticed what I was doing.
Eventually I decided that nothing was going to happen and that the only way to relieve my frustration was to go to bed and have a wank. I stood up, with my cock clearly tenting in my trousers, and told Tony I wanted an early night. I thought he might make some comment as it was only ten o'clock, but he didn't, probably because he knew I had to go into work the following day. As I went out of the room, though, he casually offered to do my washing in the morning. I didn't think anything of this as it was typical of Tony, always ready to help. I accepted the offer, as it would save me hassle on Sunday, told him where the dirty linen basket was and went to bed..
Tony
Once we'd got into our new flat we quickly settled into a routine. We got on well together just as we had when we were kids and there was never any argument about who would do the cleaning or whose turn it was to wash up.
Soon the frustrations of not having sex with anybody returned. I would lay in bed wanking and wondering what to do. In a strange way my sex life reverted to what it had been before I went off to college. When I was a kid I didn't want my parents to find out I was wanking even though they must have known. I was frightened they might ask embarrassing questions. I always tossed off using a handkerchief or small towel. I know it sounds stupid but similar thoughts began to go through my mind with Geoff. I love wandering around the flat with only my boxers on and I thought that if I shot my load into them Geoff might notice what I 'd been doing and make some comment. I didn't want that so, just as I did when I was a kid, I used a small towel.
We had been at the flat for about a month when, in all innocence I offered to do Geoff's washing for him because he had to go into work on the Saturday. It wasn't going to be any trouble as I was going down the launderette with my own stuff anyway. Geoff went off to bed early and I stayed up watching TV by myself
At about eight o'clock I was woken by the sound of Geoff closing the front door. I immediately got up, went for a piss, returned to my room and lay on the top of the bed naked. As I slowly massaged my cock my thoughts were all about the past and the fantastic times I'd had at college. The future never entered my fantasies. After about half an hour I got up, shot my load into the washbasin. and then, still naked, started getting the washing organised.
I'd only really intended to wash Geoff's clothes but when I went into his bedroom I thought I might as well wash the bed linen as well. The last thing on my mind as I pulled off the quilt cover and removed the pillowcases, was sex. Just as I was about to remove the bottom sheet, though, I noticed boxer shorts screwed up just under the bed. I picked them up and as I did so I could feel something wet and sticky. I knew what it was straight away. The bastard had been wanking.
Fuck did that turn me on. I suppose that if you'd asked me whether Geoff wanked regularly I would have answered 'Yes'. All guys of our age wank. especially if they can't find somebody else to have sex with. Yet in the nine years I'd known him I'd never really thought about it. Now the discovery of his boxer shorts sent my pulse racing. I knew I just had to have sex with him.
Even though I'd only shot my load ten minutes before, my cock went into action again. I stood there in Geoff's room, his shorts in one hand, and my cock in the other. This time my fantasies were all about the future. When the cum spurted out of my cock for the second time that morning it was in Geoff's room and into his hand basin.
Geoff
I woke early on Saturday, had a quick wank and then a wash before going to work. I'd forgotten that Tony was going to do the washing so I didn't bother about where I left things. That evening when I arrived home the first words that Tony said to me as I came through the front door were
'I've done your washing, you wanker. I hope everything's OK'.
I just laughed as he was always taking the piss out of me, said 'Thanks mate' and went into my bedroom to get changed out of my work clothes.
When I first got into the room I didn't notice anything unusual. It was not until I started to take my clothes off that I realised that there was no cover on the quilt and no sheets on the bed. Tony had not only washed the things in the basket but also the bed linen. It then began to dawn on me that he'd probably washed the boxers I wear in bed. I looked around the room for them but they were nowhere to be seen so I went over to the chair where all my washing had been neatly folded and there they were. I realized Tony must have picked them up, wet with cum. I sat down on the bed and looked down at my cock which was now rapidly expanding and questions started to race through my mind: What did he do when he picked up the shorts? Did he get cum all over his hands? Was he turned on at the thought of me wanking? What did he do next? I sat there with my eyes closed trying to imagine the scene, furiously stroking my cock. It wasn't long before I lost control and had to shoot my load into the washbasin to save making a mess on the floor
After I'd sorted myself out I went and thanked Tony for doing the washing and added 'Cheers for doing my sheets and boxers'. I looked him straight in the eye as I said this but as luck would have it, no sooner had the words left my mouth than there was a ring on the bell. - one of Tony's work mates had arrived. He and Tony were going to a piss up at his work.. The next half an hour was all talk about the bird Tony's mate fancied. As soon as the two of them left I went straight to my room, stripped naked, and lay on my bed. As my hands slowly moved up and down my shaft I could think of nothing else but Tony and my boxers.
Tony
When Geoff arrived home I told him I'd done the washing and called him a wanker. I often do this to take the piss but this time I looked down at his cock as I spoke, trying to imagine him in bed wanking. I was hoping he might say something so we could start talking about sex but he just laughed and went into his bedroom. I went into the kitchen and sat waiting for him to get changed, wondering how long it would be before he realised I'd found his shorts wet with cum. When he eventually appeared he thanked me for doing the washing and mentioned the shorts but just as he did so there was a ring on the bell. It was one of my mates from work and the opportunity was lost. All I could do was to mutter 'Shit' under my breath.
That night, as I lay in bed playing with my cock. I started to think about what had happened and realised I'd been something of a pratt. I should have followed him into his room and explained what I had done so I could watch his reactions. I don't know what it is with me but I always think of things when it's too late.
Geoff
The following week I had to get into work early and left the flat before Tony. As usual I tossed myself off quickly before getting up and threw my shorts under the bed - I'm not a very tidy person. When I got home on Wednesday I got a feeling that somehow the shorts were not in the exact position I'd left them. It began to cross my mind that Tony had been into my room to find out whether I'd been wanking again. I couldn't be certain but the thought was enough to get my cock excited.
The problem was I didn't know what to do to confirm my suspicions. I thought about arranging my shorts very carefully so that I could tell whether they'd been moved during the day. Unfortunately Tony left for work before me on both the Thursday and the Friday and I wasn't able to carry out my plan. What I did do, though, was go into his bedroom and have a good look round. I was disappointed. There was some staining on the sheets, but not much and no real sign that he'd been tossing himself off. 'Fuck it' I thought 'He must have at least one wank a day, unless of course he as sex with somebody at work' Somehow things didn't make sense.
Tony
During the early part of the following week Geoff left for work early. I lay in bed wanking, as usual, waiting for him to go. As soon as the front door closed I jumped out of bed and went straight to his room to look for his shorts. On Monday and Tuesday they were on the floor, wet and sticky. I picked them up and began to lick them with my tongue, enjoying the taste of his cum. On the Wednesday they were not only wet but were encrusted with dried sperm. 'I bet the fucker wanks every night as well' I thought, as I put his shorts on, shot my load into them and threw them back on he floor.
Geoff
On the Friday evening I made another attempt at seducing Tony. While we were watching television in my room. I stretched my legs out and kept squeezing my cock but there was absolutely no reaction from him. I got so frustrated again that I stood up and said I wanted to go to bed. He obviously wanted me to stay up and started to protest but he never asked me why I was going to bed so early. If he had I was ready to tell him straight out that I was desperate for a wank. After a lot of argument he eventually gave in and agreed to leave on condition that I do his washing the following morning.
Tony
The following Friday we spent most of the evening watching TV in Geoff's room. He kept feeling his cock. This sent me fucking crazy. If we'd ever talked about sex in the past it would have been easy to make some remark but as it was I didn't know what do or what to say. As I was trying to make up my mind he suddenly decided to go to bed. I wanted to stay up. There was a programme about sex on TV and I wanted us to watch it together but Geoff insisted on going to bed. Eventually I gave in when he agreed to do my washing the following day. As I left the room my cock was beginning to swell inside my jeans, I'd already decided that in the morning my shorts would be wet and sticky, just like Geoff's.
When I woke up I had a quick wank and left my shorts on the floor where they could easily be found. That evening when I got back home Geoff was still around. Somewhat nervously I said 'Did you manage to get all the washing done OK?' Geoff just nodded. 'Did you do my sheets as well?' There was just another nod. I lost my nerve and gave up.
Geoff
As soon as I woke on Saturday I started playing with my cock, hoping Tony would come in. He didn't, of course, and when he finally left, at about nine, he just shouted 'I'm off'. I began to think about what to do for the rest of the day after I had finished the washing. As there are often one or two horny guys with nice big bulges down the launderette and since I'd once had sex with a guy I'd met in a laundrette at college I thought I'd try my luck. Tony wouldn't be back for a while so I'd be able to bring somebody back to the flat. If that failed I could continue my wank later. I got dressed and started to organise the dirty linen. My own sorted out, I went to Tony's room, not expecting anything. When I opened his door, though, the first thing I noticed were his shorts on the floor. On Thursday and Friday when I'd been in there they'd been put neatly on his pillow. My cock began to swell in anticipation Even before I'd picked them up I could see a large wet patch. I bent down and touched them - they were wet with cum. I put the shorts to my mouth and licked the cum. What a taste!
My cock was now so agitated I had to start wanking. I just couldn't fucking wait. I removed my shirt, pants and trousers, and stood naked, massaging my cock in the middle of Tony's room. I then put his shorts on and returned to my own room. I lay on the bed and tried to work out what was going on. It all seemed a bit confused. Had Tony tossed himself off that morning just because he knew I'd be doing the washing or was it coincidence? What about the rest of the week? Had he really been trying to find out whether I'd been wanking in bed or was it my imagination? An hour later I decided I'd better get on with the washing. I got up, stood in front of the wardrobe mirror, thrust my hips forward and pumped away into Tony's shorts, one, two, three, four loads.
During the next couple of weeks I tried everything but despite my attempts nothing much happened. I tried leaving my bedroom door partly open hoping Tony would look in while I was wanking I left the bathroom door unlocked hoping he'd barge in and find me tossing myself off. My frustration increased by the day. When I was at college I would just make myself available and was never short of somebody to fuck but I had to go carefully with Tony as I didn't want to lose his friendship.
Tony
The following week I began to notice that Geoff started to leave his bedroom door open. From time to time when I was last to bed or when I got up for a piss I'd look through the gap to see whether he was wanking. In the dark it was almost impossible to see. Sometimes in the mornings when I thought I detected some slight movement under the covers my cock would get excited and I'd stand there, muttering to myself almost in desperation things like: 'Why don't you fucking throw off the quilt and let me see your meat'. But that was as far as it went. I felt fucking frustrated but could never think of an excuse for actually going into the room.
Geoff
One Friday evening in March I thought I was getting somewhere. I'd arrived home early from work and went for a bath. I lay there wanking, lubing my cock with bath oil and wondering how long Tony would be. When he did arrive he just called out to let me know he was home and went into his own room. After about ten minutes I'd almost given up hope when he shouted out, 'How long are you going to be, I need a fucking piss.' A shiver went down my spine as I yelled out that the door was unlocked.
The toilet is at one end of the bath, the opposite end to the taps. When Tony came in I sat up. The tip of my cock was just showing above the water. Tony was behind me. I heard him undo his zip. Then there was silence. Neither of us said anything but I couldn't hear the sound of any piss. I began to get excited and picked up the shaving mirror at the side of the bath so as to see what he was doing. Most of his cock was covered by his hand but I was pretty certain he had a hard on. I decided the best thing to do was to get out of the bath and so he couldn't avoid seeing my stiff cock. Suddenly, though, he flushed the toilet and left. I couldn't fucking believe it. I lay back in the bath looking at my cock, sticking up like Nelson's Column, hoping he would come back in. He didn't and it was the plughole and not Tony's arse that finally swallowed up my cum.
Tony
One Friday evening started promisingly but ended in failure and more frustration. Geoff was in the bath when I arrived home. I went into my bedroom. got my cock out and started giving it a rub. I thought 'I bet he's enjoying a good wank in the bath ' and decided to try and find out by pretending I needed a piss. I put my cock away and called out.
'Fucking hurry up'
'Don't mind me' came the immediate reply.
I stood at the toilet pretending to piss, my cock hard on. Geoff was sitting in the bath with his back to me. I looked out of the corner of my eye trying to see what he was doing. He had his hands below the surface of the water but there were so many bubbles I couldn't make out whether anything was happening 'Come on you fucker I want to see that cock' I kept saying to myself. Suddenly Geoff. picked up the shaving mirror and began to look at a spot on his face. What overcame me I don't know but I decided nothing was going to happen., put my cock away and left.
Geoff remained in the bath a long time. I'd got so fucking worked up but I didn't know what to do. I couldn't think of another excuse for going back into the bathroom as we had washbasins in our rooms. I needed to have sex with Geoff. I wanted his cock up my arse but the trouble was I still wanted his friendship and didn't want to do anything to destroy it. If that hadn't been the case I would simply have gone back to the bathroom and made it obvious what I wanted.
Geoff eventually finished and I decided to have a bath myself. I lay there, wanking, with the door unlocked hoping that he'd come back in. He didn't.
Geoff
I continued with the same tactics for another week but with no success. By Saturday evening I was feeling unbelievably pissed off. As Tony had gone off to some office party, I decided to go round to the pub on my own and get wrecked. On the way I walked through the park. It was still open as the evenings were beginning to draw out. On impulse I called in at the cottage but I didn't expect to meet anybody. Whenever I'd been there before it had always been empty. This time was different. There, standing at the urinal, was a guy about ten years older than me. I got my cock out and glanced at him a couple of times. I then looked down towards his cock. He was wanking. I nodded to him, put my cock away and slowly walked towards the exit.
When we got back to the flat I took the guy straight to my room and closed the door. He didn't seem to want to undress. I didn't mind. I just pulled my trousers down, sat in a chair, and spread my legs out. My cock rose rapidly and was soon throbbing . The guy looked at it for a moment and said something like 'You've got a fucking large cock. There're not many around that size.' and then knelt down in front of me. He certainly knew what he was doing. He started with my balls and gradually moved up the shaft until his tongue found my piss slit. As the sensation intensified I started groaning with pleasure but all the time I had a picture of Tony in my mind. He was the person I really wanted sex with.
After about an hour I decided to cum and thrust my cock right into the guy's mouth. It hit the back of his throat. The sensation was so intense I couldn't stop my self bursting out 'I'm coming I'm coming' as I shot my load, pumping it right down his throat. Neither of us said anything. I pulled my trousers up, showed the guy out, had a bath and went into the kitchen for something to eat. That was the first time I'd had sex with anybody for almost nine months and, even though I'd not got my cock up the guy's arse I fucking enjoyed every moment of it.
Tony
Just over a week later I was invited to a party by some of the people at the office. I didn't really want to go but I thought I'd better. It was so fucking boring; I left soon after it started. When I arrived home I expected Geoff to be out. As soon as I opened the front door though I noticed that the door to Geoff's room was closed. This was very unusual so I stood in silence in the hall for a while, listening. Then I heard a noise. It seemed like heavy breathing. Suddenly I heard Geoff's voice 'I'm coming I'm coming I'm coming. Ah..........Ah.....Aaaaaaaaaaaaah. ' Then silence. I suddenly felt all numb and left the flat, quietly closing the door behind me.
As I sat drinking alone in the pub. I kept repeating to myself the words ' I'm coming. I'm coming I'm coming' picturing in my mind Geoff, naked on the bed, shagging a woman. After I'd had two pints I went to the toilet and stood there having a piss. My bladder empty I started to play with my cock. I must have been standing there about five minutes when a man of about sixty came in and stood a little way away from me. I stopped wanking but after a bit muttered ' What the fuck' and looked over at him. I could see he was looking at me so I started massaging my cock again. As he moved over and stood beside me I dropped my arms to my side so he could clearly see all seven inches. He immediately stretched out his hand, gripped my cock and began to rub it rapidly. Within a couple of minutes it was all over. My cock disgorged its load into the urinal and began to subside. 'Thanks mate' I said as I pulled my zip up and left the toilet.
Geoff
Tony arrived home at about eleven. He looked in a bad way. I'd never seen him so pissed. No sooner was he through the front door that he started to cross-question me about my evening. He wanted to know what I'd been doing and who I'd been with. When I told him a bloke from work had been round he asked me whether he'd enjoyed himself. I said I thought so. He then asked me whether I'd enjoyed myself. I couldn't work out what all the questioning was about so I told him the truth and said I'd had a fucking great time, giving my cock a squeeze under the table as I did so. After that Tony didn't say any more. He just turned round and went off to bed.
Tony
When I got home I was totally wrecked. Geoff was in the kitchen and I tried to interrogate him about his evening. As I did so I got more and more confused. I'd had so much to drink I could hardly think straight and I couldn't believe what Geoff was saying. The person in his room earlier had been a guy not a woman. I wanted to say something but couldn't, my cock wanted to do something but couldn't. I went to bed and fell asleep straight away.
Geoff
I didn't see Tony again until about nine the following Friday evening. I was away for the whole of the week on a course from work and I left on Sunday morning so I could call in at my parents. When I arrived back Tony was his old cheerful self again. He was wearing track bottoms and a white shirt and he'd had his hair cut. He looked fucking horny. 'So you're back you wanker? he laughed. I laughed too but I was so shattered I couldn't think of a reply and I took myself off to bed. That night I fell asleep even before I could get a hard on.
Tony
Geoff was away on a course the following week so I had a week to get things ready. I needed to prepare my arse which hadn't welcomed a cock for ages. A dildo and Vaseline worked wonders. I checked the kitchen table - it was large enough, I worked out the best way of making myself comfortable with the help of cushions and I found out from somebody at work the number to dial for test calls. I knew Geoff wanked every morning so all I needed to do was to make sure he was at it before I made my move.
When he got home on the Friday Geoff wanted to go to bed early. He looked very tired. 'It's all that fucking sex' I thought ' I wonder how many you've had this week' I made no attempt to get him to stay up, though. It suited me fine if he went to bed as I'd be able to get the kitchen ready for the morning.
Geoff
The next morning I woke at about eight and immediately started to play with my cock. I'd only been going for a few minutes when I heard the telephone ring.
'Fuck it' I thought 'I'm not answering that.' but the next thing I knew Tony was in the room saying
' It's for you Geoff. It's work'
Tony
In the morning I was up at seven thirty and stood outside Geoff's room looking through the crack. I had to wait half an hour for him to stir. When he did I heard him mutter 'Fuck me' and the quilt began to move. I gave him long enough to get a proper hard on and then tiptoed to the telephone and dialled the test number. I allowed it to ring for a while before picking up the receiver and putting it on the table. I then went back to Geoff's room, opened the door wide and called out 'It's work on the telephone' He jumped out of bed and as he did so I could see his cock sticking out under his boxer shorts.
Geoff
I shot out of bed almost forgetting I had a hard on, and went straight to the telephone which was in the hall. As I picked up the receiver I could hear the dialling tone. I looked up and was about to say something when I saw Tony, leaning against the kitchen door, grinning all over his face, and his cock tenting in his boxers. I was speechless. I stood there for a while looking at him, trying to take it all in. I realised I was nothing but a pratt. Tony had wanted it all the fucking time and I'd not realised. Then without a word I removed my boxers and went and stood right in front of him my cock sticking straight out. I was shaking all over. Tony took hold of his own cock and began to squeeze it through the material, his eyes fixed on my cock. 'Fuck me Geoff.' he mumbled 'I hope it'll go in.' and with that he turned round and went into the kitchen.
Tony
As Geoff moved towards the phone I positioned myself at the kitchen door and just stood there, my cock throbbing under my boxers. When he realised there was nobody at the other end of the phone he looked up but didn't say anything. He just stood there staring at me, his cock pressing hard against his shorts once more. I wondered what he was thinking. Then suddenly, without a word, he took his shorts off and came and stood right in front of me, naked. He was tall and slim, and his cock was begging for action. I'd suspected he had a large cock but what I saw took me by surprise. I couldn't take my eyes off it. It was enormous. 'Fuck me Geoff' I muttered 'I hope it'll go in'.
Geoff
I couldn't believe my eyes. Everything had been prepared. Tony went to the table, lifted himself up, lay back on the cushions with his knees in the air, and waited for me. I moved toward him, gripped him round the thighs and then pulled down his shorts. His body looked fantastic and his cock although it's not as long as mine is smooth and beautifully proportioned. His arse was just waiting for a visitor. I picked up the condom he'd left on the side and slipped it on before I took his legs and pulled his arse towards me. Slowly, carefully I thrust my cock forward. It slipped into his arse as if it had been there a hundred time before. I looked at him. He grinned and closed his eyes. I closed mine. From that moment all I could hear were his groans of delight, and all I could feel was a fucking unbelievable sensation spreading from my cock to the rest of my body.
Tony
Geoff followed me and watched as I got onto the kitchen table and waited for him. He moved forward and removed my shorts. I felt a quiver of excitement as his hands touched my body. He allowed his fingers to stroke my cock for a while and a shiver went down my spine. He then picked up the condom which I'd left on the side and slipped it over his cock before lifting my legs and putting them on his shoulder. I could see his cock inches away from my arse. I closed my eyes waiting for the first touch. It came, followed by a gentle pushing. I'd done my preparation well. Geoff's cock slid into my arse as if it were being welcomed home. The rhythm began to quicken and I started to breath more deeply. 'Fuck me Geoff' I muttered ' Fuck me.....................'