Sexual
Engineer 4 - 6
By John – [email protected]
Early to bed and early to rise. Not quite. Stuart did wake early around 6 or so. He’d had a good nights rest. Still he always loved the quality time between waking and having to get up. Dozing on and off. Finding his hard-on. Having sexy thoughts. Toying, playing and finally stroking and splashing his chest with cum.
Damn! Richard was next to him, so that was out of the question. Anyway, it’s nice like this, no need to complain he told himself.
He took a liking to being awake before Rich and listen and watch his sleeping. It felt kind of protective. Not that he was used to sharing beds with anyone.
Girlfriends were almost none existent since he had become a civil engineer. Being away from home at least mid week, if not for a couple of weeks at a time, well it didn’t do for relationships. Not unless he snagged a girl who was husband hunting and would put up with it but he definitely didn’t want to get tied down just yet, so that type were out the window.
Stuart wondered how Rich would get on. He
had a girlfriend and spent seemingly hours on a coin phone near the site to
her. They were both at
He turned on his side away from Rich and squeezed his dick. His movements disturbed him and he followed, spooning behind and cuddling against his back. Stuart felt his hard-on pressing into his behind. He smiled to himself, happy that someone else was exactly like him in the mornings at least.
At lunch time he bumped into Jerry.
“Ah!, the complaining twat” he joked, “You’ll be happy to know I sent the furniture people up to the house not half an hour back.”
Stuart raced up to the house to find them still moving the stuff in. Great, at long last! He imagined a proper bed and wardrobes to hang stuff up in. And things for the kitchen so they can have a cup of coffee and make some toast.
While they were lifting in a sofa and chairs, most of the things were boxes. Stuart asked where everything was and was told it was flat packs, and he would have to assemble them himself.
“Shit!”, cursed Stuart. What with all the work at site, its going to take a week at least to get this lot all put together. He was already thinking to stay the weekend with so many things to get prepared for work, now it was guaranteed. If he had any spare time it would be furniture assembly. At least Rich would be there to share the task.
It was another late finish. A change of plan meant he had to prepare for setting out a retaining wall that was originally a month away. He worked for an extra hour calculating the co-ordinates of the start and finish and the curve of the centre line.
Arriving home he found the house empty. Having eaten at the pub, he tore into the boxes immediately to see what they contained. What he wanted was the electric kettle so that he could make some coffee. Once he had that, the rest could take its time.
Rich didn’t get in till after 10 and knew nothing of the delivery. His breath smelt of beer.
“Been anywhere good?” asked Stuart.
“Went to the Crown and Anchor with Harry and some of the steel fixers and joiners from my section. Only meant to stay for one, but they bought pie and peas all round and then more drinks. I couldn’t say no” he grinned. “Feel a bit pissed actually.”
“I don’t like the sound of those pie and peas when I think of bed” joked Stuart. “Anyway, here it all is, but as you can see we are going to have our work cut out putting it all together. Hope you were good with Mechanno when you were a kid.”
“I thought it was going to be like proper stuff, already made” said Richard dismayed.
“You and me both. We work for a cheap skate company.”
“Anyway, I found the kettle so at least we can have coffee tomorrow morning or even tonight if you want?”
“No, drank enough for one day I reckon” he grinned.
They turned off the lights and went upstairs.
“Better check the list of what they have given us, mark down which we need first as its going to take time to get it all unpacked, you know” said Stuart.
“Number one, beds” cried Richard. Then as an afterthought he said “Even if I rather like you keeping me warm at night.”
He tripped on the top stair and crashed into the landing wall.
“You’re drunk!” snarled Stuart, but trying to keep his face straight.
He noticed him struggling to get his jeans off and not fall over.
Standing in his briefs he studied the bed for some moments before suddenly saying. “Fuck it, we seen each other often enough. I hate sleeping in clothes don’t you?”
With that he dropped his underwear and stumbled on to the bedding.
Stuart always slept naked, that is till Rich began sharing his bed. He had no objection so with a shrug, kicked down his own briefs and slipped between the sheets.
“You been to the Crown & Anchor? They have a tidy bird serving the suppers.”
“No, only down the Meadows so far. Maybe we can go one night or at the weekend” suggested Stuart.
“I wouldn’t mind giving her a test drive. Lovely knockers!” he said playfully squeezing Stuart’s nipples.
“I thought your Trisha down
“She is. Well when I’m down in
“A priest” corrected Stuart.
“Whatever” laughed Rich.
There was a silence for some time while each was lost in thought.
“Fuck, I’m tired today, feels like it’s been a long one” said Rich turning to face away on his side.
He reached behind him as he did to pull Stuart into his back. He followed to spoon up, just stopping short when he realised he was naked and tried to keep his hips a little distant although he had no hard-on.
But Rich fidgeted getting fully relaxed, wriggling his hips and pushing back till they were connected as much as possible. Embarrassed, Stuart felt his dick began to harden.
Suddenly Rich gave a chuckle and reached between his legs and took hold of Stuart’s dick, pulling it between the top of his legs.
“Feels like a red hot poker, better than an electric blanket even. Better keep it there when it’s like this so it won’t get into any trouble. Good night Stu.” He gave a little giggle and then quickly began to drift off.
Stuart was left not quite knowing what to do. He felt tired, yet Rich’s lack of inhibitions didn’t wear so easily with him. Not only that, his dick felt really good between hot thighs and if nothing else it was going to keep him awake a while longer.
He slept eventually, but the night was punctuated by a restless Richard. First he had a nightmare. Stuart held him tight and whispered that he was okay as he whimpered. At other times his dreams were quite the opposite as he humped his hard dick against his thighs or bum. It left him wondering if this was his usual post drinking imagination running riot.
The broken sleep meant that he didn’t wake till the alarm rang. He felt for the clock and clicked it off and Richard groaned almost painfully as if he had collected a hangover. Stuart reached across and rubbed his head. He moaned again and turned his body towards him, hooking a leg over his and squashing a hard dick into his thigh in the process.
Finally he stirred making Stuart think he was about to get up. Instead though, he slid over and lay on him full length. Both dicks rubbed together and he could easily feel Rich’s give throbs and twitches, making his own irresistibly grow hard.
“Stu, how often to you jack off?” he asked, talking into his neck.
“Every day usually” he replied honestly.
“Me too” said Rich, “till this week that is. I’m busting for it.”
Without waiting for a reply he suddenly sat up wide awake. Moving down he rested on Stuart’s thighs and leaned forward. Stuart jumped when he grabbed his dick and held them together. He could feel hot balls brushing his own.
In shock he did nothing, but wondered what he was up to.
“This way we do it together” grinned Rich, “no tales afterwards”
Slowly he began stroking both dicks held in one hand. It was all new to Stuart and he looked on in disbelief.
Rich humped and ground his hips as he stroked.
“Nice?” he asked.
All he could do was murmur yes, pushing up his own groin to meet him. From wondering about the size of other guys, now he was jerking off with one for the first time ever. It left him wondering if this was all a dream and he would wake up any moment.
The only thing that woke up was lust. Lust like he had never experienced. It was the most horny thing he had ever done in his life. Rapidly he felt like he was going to shoot his load, even more he was being egged on by Rich’s increasingly fast panting and squirming.
“I’m coming soon” cried Rich.
Stuart was arching his back off the bed, almost on the brink but unable to touch his own cock. Instead he pushed in his hand to pull on his ball bag and rubbing Rich in the same way.
“Now!” cried Rich and began shooting his load up his chest.
The smell of juice hit him and triggered his own orgasm, as intense as he had ever experienced.
As they finished, Rich’s supporting arm gave way and he laid back down on him, squeezing out the juice till it ran warm down his sides to the sheets. A few moments later, he felt globs on his forehead and cheek begin to loose grip and creep down the side of his face.
“Pretty cool uh?” said Rich as he heaved himself up again. He ran his hand over Stu’s chest and then his own, first bringing it to his face to smell and then to Stuarts nose.
“The best perfume there is” he laughed.
Then he rolled off to the side belatedly trying to save it getting on the sheets and struggled to the bathroom. Stuart lay there wondering what had hit him.
He was embarrassed to follow him there. What he found was Richard in a joking mood, something he had not seen first thing in the morning till now. It lifted his momentary depression till he also felt light headed about the whole thing.
“Shit, that was a hell of a lot of juice we’d saved up” he laughed.
“Bucketful” countered Stuart.
“Yes” enthused Rich, “a fucking bucketful if ever I saw one.
Downstairs was like it never happened. Rich was over the moon that they could have a coffee before going to work and conversation was about the coming day. By the time they left the house the mornings activities were quickly receding to the back of Stuart’s mind.
Chapter 5
“Shit, Friday already” said Stuart to himself.
He would have loved to go back home for the weekend but there was just too much to do. Every part of the programme had hit snags straight away. A major drain diversion had to be revised due to the condition of the old mains. A retaining wall they were excavating for ran into the cellars and foundations of houses that were not even on the plans. Cables were not in the position the drawings said they were, making them dig numerous trial holes to locate the correct route. Nothing could proceed till they had found them. All par for the course.
Every obstacle meant a revision of the programme. For Stuart it meant a quick reworking of setting out information so that he would be ready when the GF told him they would start the next item on the schedule.
He caught Rich coming in for a tea break just as he was finishing his.
“A few drinks tonight?” asked Rich.
“I don’t know, got a lot to get ready for next week” Stuart answered.
“Christ, its weekend when all said and done. If nothing else, we got to celebrate getting some furniture in that hovel of ours.”
“How about putting some of it together?” shot back Stuart.
“Plenty of time for that. We got a sofa, we got a place to kip, we got a kitchen. But we don’t have to do a back to back working week, let’s have a drink together, we hardly know each other.”
Stuart was about to guffaw at that last one, but stifled it quickly. Rich was right, too much work without a break, not good at all.
“What time and where?”
“6 o’ clock at the Meadows, we’ll have something to eat, a drink maybe. Then take a look at the Crown & Anchor. Show you that bird I was talking about. There is another pub a bit past the Crown that one of the steel-fixers told me about, they might have some music on being a Friday.”
“Sounds good, see you then”.
With Stuart there were three other engineers on his section. But they all kept their distance. Two lived close by and were married. One was living at the Meadows for now, but he was a bit of a highbrow, or so Stu placed him. As for Rich’s section, there were two more who as yet he hadn’t had the time to get to know. They were also college boys, but from what he gathered at tea breaks, very intent on studying every second outside of work time. Rich was not his first choice for a close friend, certainly back home he would not be one of his group, but out here he was the only one who he could identify with at all. The only one with some go in him.
Showered and changed he was in the Meadows for a little after six. Rich turned up at half past still in the same clothes he went out to work in.
“Where you been?”
“Had a quick one at the Crown with Harry before he went home”
“You really get on okay with him? The more I hear him talk the more I want to keep away”
“No, he’s okay really. Wouldn’t hurt a fly, full of wind. Once you get to know him, he’s fine.”
“If you say so” replied Stuart, bowing to his better knowledge.
Somehow he felt a bit put out that Rich had not showered and changed. If this was a weekend celebration, at least he could have made an effort.
They had a meal in the restaurant and then back to the bar for a couple of drinks. There were a couple of others in from the company who engaged them in conversation. But eventually they both wanted to be away from talk of work and decided to go to the Crown.
It was nothing special, just a normal working man’s pub. Already drinking were some that Rich knew, mainly joiners and steel fixers from the site, but they were unfamiliar to Stuart. They treated the two royally and bought drinks and snacks even though they had already eaten. Stuart realised that Rich had a personality that crossed boundaries. He was as happy with site joiners and labourers as he was with the office people. Not for the first time, he began to look up to him, metaphorically speaking.
When the girl came out with customer’s food, Rich dug him in the ribs and invited his comments. Whenever she past their table, he would say something to her. She smiled and gave a quick word back but was far too busy to stop and chat.
A couple of hours on and Rich suggested they try the other pub he had been told about. Most of the others around them said it was a not so good, but a few thought they needed a change. They set off walking, their breaths making a fog in the freezing still night air.
“The Barn” was one of those plastic creations the breweries were fond of foisting on the public. Characterless inside with obvious plastic beams and a bit of exposed stonework, a totally modern replica. That included the service which took ages and when the beer arrived half the glasses were without the required foamy heads. Either way, it tasted crap, despite being heavily promoted on the TV as being what real men drank. Yet the place was busy with folks who must have thought it was somehow all upper-class. They stood it till the night’s act began singing. They had all heard better and decided the best place was the one they had left earlier. Downing drinks, they headed back to a “told you so” reception from the Crown’s regulars.
Rich quite surprised Stuart, becoming really animated after a few more drinks and held his own in joke telling with the best of them. Even with some of the Irish having the knack of saying the simplest statement and making it the funniest thing you had ever heard. Stuart was really enjoying himself and was grateful he had gone along.
The bell tolled last orders. The night had gone so quickly, yet they had drunk so much. A few slips on the ice going back home was all they suffered.
“The heat will be off in 10 minutes, better you get a shower now” suggested Stuart.
Afterwards he padded back into the lounge in his briefs and asked what Stuart was watching.
“Load of crap, I was just about to switch off.”
He left it for Rich and went to take a turn at the bathroom. By the time he was out, Rich was already in the bed. A quick glance at the pile of clothes told him he was nude again, so he fully undressed and got in to the sound of cooling pipes.
“Good night tonight?” asked Rich.
“Great, glad you twisted my arm about going out.”
“Good crowd down there, you can let your hair down with them and relax.”
Stuart realised that, they would never have had such a good crack with some of the staff at `The Meadows’.
“How about the bird, what do you think of her, pretty smart eh?”
“Not bad, do you fancy your chances?”
“Don’t know, but I’m going to try. Would love to get in her knickers.”
She was okay thought Stu, but not really his type. A bit old for him, but maybe Rich liked that.
He was trying to picture her naked when he jumped at Rich’s hand grabbing his dick. Rich laughed, then found Stu’s hand and put it on his own. He was fully hard.
“Yeah, would love to get that inside her, she gives me a hard-on just to look at her.”
Stuart thought that was pushing it a bit far, nobody had ever given him a hard-on by just looking at them.
“You know what I would do to finish the night when I’m by myself?” asked Rich.
Stuart didn’t see where it was going.
“Have a nice wank before sleeping. How about it?”
Yesterday was good thought Stuart, but he was again self conscious at the idea of doing it with Rich. But Rich left no time to let him think. He took hold of his dick once more, telling him to play with him back. Having someone touch him quickly banished the misgivings of moments earlier.
“Like before” said Rich suddenly. He rolled against Stuart but pulled him on top this time, then pushed him up into a sitting position. “This is going to be cool; I can pretend it’s the bird from the Crown. Don’t know who you are going to imagine though” he laughed before grinding his hips upwards.
For Stuart this was a major event. Coming so quickly after the previous revelation, now he was going to jack-off a dick other than his own for the first time. If he had any doubts, it was not relayed to his cock that was already straining for release.
He made it a replay, taking both dicks in one hand and stroking at his preferred speed and pressure. Little gasps and noises of encouragement from Rich made him feel good that he was bringing such pleasure to his friend too.
No sooner had he started than they finished, spraying across Rich’s stomach, chest and some whipped off the end of Stuart’s cock and landed on his face. Rich was unconcerned.
“Shit that was good” said Rich after Stuart had fallen to one side and on his back. “Should sleep like a log now.”
Stuart could only murmur agreement and let his hand pat Rich’s chest.
“Sweet dreams” he said turning away on his side, the tiredness, beer and sexual contentedness rolling over him in a soothing wave.
“You know Stu, you’re a great wanker!” said Rich as he snuggled up behind him still all wet and sticky.
Stuart smiled to himself at the back handed compliment. As he drifted into sleep, he was wondering which girl he knew would have done the same for him.
Given the beer and the jack-off, Stuart slept heavily. But that didn’t mean it was undisturbed. Time and again Rich’s active mind had him tossing and turning and humping into Stu. Now though, he was content not to let it disturb overmuch, allowing the interruptions to his rest no more than seconds each occasion.
Perhaps Richard was thinking too much of his girlfriend back home, or the girl from the Crown. His dreamings were full of sex and blissfully unaware that his bed partner was Stuart.
When Stuart wakened long enough to think about what Rich was doing, he only thought that his hard dick parked in his crack felt nice and hot. Even appreciating the way it tickled sensuously a part of him there. He quickly got used to Rich’s hips moving rhythmically and hypnotically against his bum.
Not even one hard shove had him bothered. The beer had anesthetised and relaxed so much so, that what might have otherwise have been painful was quite unnoticed. He did wake, but the warmth and glow that radiated from his lower body only contented him more.
Richard was no better informed either. He woke feeling the satisfaction that good dreams impart. No hangover either. With both of them running up against the alarm clock it was a quick out of bed and shower.
Stu let Rich shower first while he cleaned his teeth and shaved. Rich didn’t always need the latter, so he was out of the bathroom pretty quick. Stuart had to use the toilet, unusual as that was, seeing as how he was a mid morning guy for a big one at other times. He sat down and swore to himself as the liquids ran out. He cursed getting diarrhoea, yet suddenly everything was okay. Odd he thought, specially as the unmistakeable aroma of sperm filled the bathroom. Yet he didn’t put two and two together at all with having no previous experiences to go by and quickly dismissed the oddity in his rush to get off to work.
Saturday was a half day at work and straight afterwards he had arranged with Rich to go to the supermarket and shop for supplies. A kitty for cleaning items was in order, but as the main meals were provided outside the house, all they required otherwise was for whatever breakfast or snacks they wanted to eat individually. Also in order was buying some drinks. Stu preferred not to drink out every night, yet if there was a good film on the TV, then a can of beer would go down a treat.
For the rest of the afternoon they assembled a wardrobe and a coffee table. Unfortunately they did the wardrobe in the lounge and then decided they couldn’t manage to get it upstairs without perhaps killing either one of them. So in disgust they called it quits for the day and Rich sprawled on the sofa to watch some sport on the TV while Stu found himself dozing off on the bed for an hour or so.
He found himself being rudely awaken by Rich flicking a towel at him. He was naked and straight from the shower.
“What’s your plan for tonight lazy sod?”
“Don’t have one” replied Stuart.
“How about going into town and having a pub crawl, get to know the place and see if there is anywhere worth going back to?”
“Okay, sounds fine to me” replied Stu, it being the only plan in town right now.
“Well get your ass into gear and get cleaned up. It’s a Saturday and there might be some skirt around in town.”
He stood and stretched then got undressed for the shower.
“Sex, that’s all you ever seem to think of” he complained.
“And so? What is more important than sowing your oats when work’s finished?” retorted Rich laughing. “You were certainly brought up funny if you ask me”
“Fuck off” replied Stu walking out the room. He stopped in the doorway and left a loud fart for Rich.
“Bastard!” shouted Rich as he hurried to the bathroom.
Chapter
6
They decided to bus it into town, if Stuart was going to make a night of it, then he couldn’t drink and drive.
“Now, this is how we do it. Just one drink in every bar we can see then go back to the one we like the best for the rest of the night” said Rich.
“You’ve done this before then?”
“Battle plan for a good night out usually” explained Rich.
By 9 o’ clock they were at Fuggles, a brash modern bar that attracted mostly their own age group. Mainly though, the music was good and it was loud.
The only thing against it, and that diminished as time went on, was they didn’t serve real ale, only the plastic variety beloved of national breweries which normally Stu wouldn’t touch with a barge pole. Rich on the other hand had a liking for trying cocktails in and amongst the beer and rapidly began to show the effects.
Richard’s silver tongue got them talking with a crowd of girls out on a hen night. They were in a high spirited extrovert mood and easy to get along with. Later they had a dance with them along with a good half of the other customers. If Rich thought he could pick one up, he was mistaken, none were going to spoil the night for a soon to be married star and go off with a new face. He had to contend with a bunch of telephone numbers which he brandished like trophies later on after the troupe had left.
Out of the blue Richard suggested they catch the bus back and call in at the Crown for one before last orders. For a change of venue, Stuart readily agreed and they went back onto the freezing street and waited for the bus back.
There were only a few faces from the previous night, but they were made welcome and had embellished tales to tell of a night on the town and the bunch of beautiful women they nearly had the knickers off, or so it went.
One of the joiners got talking with Stuart and together with the others, lined up a few drinks for them to get through. Stu hadn’t recognised him, being all washed and changed, but he was from his section. It felt like no sooner had they arrived than the bell clanged for last orders. The saving grace was that being out of town, the landlord was slow to enforce the rule so they had an extra half hour before it was time to brave the cold once more.
Stu made them coffee when they arrived home. But as the heating was already switched off, they decided to take them to the bedroom.
Rich was already in bed with the covers kicked back idly flopping his dick to and fro. As yet he was not feeling the cooling house with all the alcohol in his blood.
“Good night eh?” he commented.
“Great” agreed Stuart.
“Pity about those birds, could just do with one of them right now.”
“Only one?” joked Stu.
Rich laughed. “You know what I mean. Still, we could have had a foursome” he said whimsically.
“You think or you dream?” asked Stuart.
“Shit, you have to spoil everything” he rebuked. “Even one, we could have a threesome then. Take turns or take us both at once. One in her pussy and one in her mouth, or one in her pussy and one in her arse. Or two in her pussy even.”
“Now you’re stretching it” shot back Stu.
“Yeah, guess that would be stretching it. Still, makes a good fantasy don’t you think?”
Quite suddenly the picture of him and Rich fucking with the same girl came to mind and he became rock hard in seconds.
With talking he had delayed undressing, now he felt embarrassed to continue. He got down to his briefs, then turned away from Rich and dropped them on the floor and dived under the sheets hoping it was unnoticed.
They talked a while longer till the booze suddenly started taking its toll and Rich began to close his eyes. Stu took the hint and went to the switch by the door and turned off the light.
“Always me who has to get out and turn the light off” he said to himself.
As soon as he was between the sheets, Rich rolled over into him and cuddled up, hooking a leg over his and hand across his chest.
“Night” he whispered.
“Night” said Stu putting a protective arm over his back.
Stuart dropped off to sleep thinking this was the best contract yet, socially anyway. He was really glad he ended up sharing the house with Richard instead of one of the others. It made all the difference.
After an hour or so of deep sleep, Rich’s active mind began to come alive taking him from one dream and to another. At the receiving end was Stuart who by now could ignore his brief booze induced passions. As they barely lasted half a minute he no longer bothered and when he did, felt stimulated to kind of eaves drop on his friend’s sub-consciousness. Above all, he imagined he did just the same back, having remembered one girl who complained about him pawing her all night long even though he knew nothing about it afterwards.
One time he couldn’t ignore. He was dragged from his slumbers feeling something running across his skin. Rich was behind him and he could feel his hard dick pressing close. It registered pleasure rather than otherwise. Half awake he pushed down his hand to find the tops of his thighs wet. Not thinking of Rich, he imagined either he had ejaculated as it was sticky, but then he could never remember doing that before. He felt again up to his crotch and touched Rich’s still hard dick.
But what brought him to his senses was finding at least half of the wetness was in his ass crack. Then he panicked and imagined that the liquid would be shit. Moments later he realised there was no smell except that of sperm, and he brought his fingers to his face to confirm. For the life in him, he couldn’t comprehend how Rich could have got his dick in his bum. It didn’t hurt, in fact he could feel it even now and it was hot and kind of comforting.
His mind was still befuddled. Rich couldn’t put his dick in his bum. He had once messed with a single finger and found it hard to gain entry, yet here was something much bigger with no sign of pain, in fact quite the opposite, it just didn’t make any sense.
He should be angry, he should be shocked; he should have pushed Rich off and had a blazing row. But no, all that took hold of his mind was curiosity. How could it be, he asked himself a hundred times. Again he needed confirmation and slipped his hand down for a good feel. Nothing had changed. He tried to squeeze his arse, then felt Rich’s dick jump inside him. It felt even better. He tried again and again and each time Rich’s still hard member mirrored his efforts.
Bending forward slightly so that he could reach further under, he slimed up his fingers on the come from his thighs and reached behind Rich’s balls. He found his hole and applied pressure. It slipped inside easily, leaving Stuart a bit dumbfounded. He tried again, no problem, he could push his index finger into him without any hint of restriction.
That was it, if you were asleep you must be relaxed enough for it to happen without any pain. Specially if Rich’s dick already had a lot of come on it, that would explain everything.
But then he reasoned a finger was not a good measure of a dick. He put two fingers together and tried again. Still no problem. This time, what registered was the intense heat and feeling of his chute, warm, soft, tight but yielding. He began to harden. Just like a pussy he said to himself.
It was then he remembered going to the bathroom and thinking he had diarrhoea. Rich had been doing this before at least once and he had been none the wiser. Unbelievable! The bastard, he thought to himself, in a way someone does when finding a friend has access to the cake without telling anyone else.
His thoughts were broken by Rich, who smacking his lips groaned something. He thought he heard one of the sounds like Trisha. He humped into Stuart sending an explosive blast of pleasure surging though his body that he was quite unprepared for. It made him wait to see what would happen next.
Rich became restless, grunting something in his throat almost like talking with someone. Then he began humping into Stuart, the same as he had done so many times before. Stuart stiffened, quite taken aback from the unexpected pleasure. He clamped his mouth shut, fearing to make a sound that would interrupt the experiment.
It didn’t take long, suddenly Rich began shaking. Stuart knew immediately, he had mistaken it before for him shivering from the cold. Then he felt his dick begin pulsing. He grabbed the sheet and clenched his fist. There was no way this was supposed to be so great a pleasure. When he felt Rich coming inside, he could hold back no longer and grabbing his dick he gave a couple of strokes and came immediately.
The orgasm left him exhausted emotionally, never before had he experienced such a rush of excitement, making every nerve ending stand up as though he had been plugged into the mains.
As for Rich, once his body had emptied itself he resumed his deep sleep as the mind temporarily cleared itself of wild scenarios.
If the experience left behind anything with Stuart, it was the need to do the same thing back to Rich. He really wanted to know how it would feel in reverse. At the back of his mind he really could not imagine his dick going inside him, but he had to find out, one way or another. Was he the only one like this or was everyone like this?
The more he thought about it, the more he became hard and raring to go. Caution was thrown to the wind. Pushing him off and turning around, he managed to get him facing away. He noticed that his arse felt disappointingly empty once he had removed the invader, which was another notch on his wonder list.
While he still had no problem inserting a finger or two, every time he tried to hump his dick, it would not go. No matter how hard he tried, he could not get his dick to go inside him. It was if Rich was the normal one and he was somehow abnormal. Eventually he got fed up of trying and also Rich repeatedly began to make noises being so severely disturbed till it made him give up in despair. How come he could get into him, but he could not do the same thing back, he asked himself repeatedly?
Being all fired up, not to mention slightly angry with the whole situation, he settled for using the cheeks of Rich’s arse to wank in. Humping his arse instead of using his hand. It was different to say the least, but with his imagination ablaze he could do it. After all, he was at the stage that he didn’t care anymore.
When he came, he didn’t know what he was thinking. Was it Richard in him or was it past girlfriends or those women they had met tonight. The important thing was to use Rich for some pleasure of his own, so when he came he was more than satisfied.
Satisfied was going a bit too far. He came, it felt good, but he still felt he had drawn the short straw. Instead of dropping off back to sleep, he allowed his mind to dwell too much. In doing so, he handled his dick, wiping the come up and down Rich’s crack. No longer a rod of steel, but still quite stiff, he grabbed whatever dieing sensations he could.
Then miraculously the moment when he made up his mind to leave it all and go back to sleep, the end of his half hard dick suddenly found a spot radiating heat fiercely into the end of his dick. Instinctively he pushed against it and was astonished to feel his semi rigid dick sliding into the body of Richard. After all that shoving and pushing, now when he had given up hope it almost found its own way in.
He pressed forward, egged on by the texture, heat and tightness. Just as his fingers had found, his dick explored a part of the body that was unbeknown previously. Seconds later and his lust had been reignited as though gasoline had been thrown onto the fire.
Never before had his body been so cooperative. One minute exhausted and tired out, the next fresh and lustful. If anyone had suggested taking a drug, it could not possibly have worked faster or stronger than was happening now.
Rich moaned a little and pushed back, unaware as his breathing continued normally. For Stuart, his come coated dick slid in and out so easily he could hardly imagine what he was really doing.
Words failed him in describing how good it felt. Better than any girl he had been with was just one. So tight, yet somehow welcoming in a strange way. He overloaded his mind very quickly with superlatives and responded with coming yet again.
But once down from his high, he began to worry what Rich would think when he went to the toilet. Would he be as naive as he, or would he know exactly what he had done. The problem went unanswered as fatigue caught up and he fell asleep.
Stranger was yet to happen. Although it was Sunday and they could sleep in, around the time when the alarm usually went off Stuart woke up to feel Rich humping into him from behind. His dick was sliding under his crotch and between his legs so he was not in any danger. Yet unexplainably, he reached down and blocked its path, slightly adjusting his position so that as Rich moved his hips forward his dick slid up his ass crack. Another slight movement and he snagged it in the entrance to his arse and pushed back. As it slid up inside, all he could think was how good it felt.
If Rich knew what had happened, he never said anything about it. By lunch time Stuart knew the danger of him exploding in anger at finding his ass full of come had gone, and he relaxed.
In the afternoon, they built one bed and Stuart was happy to find it was a small double sized kind. The furniture assembly was going to take weeks at this rate. Instead of building the other, they chose a chest of drawers as the next item. By now neither one wanted an excuse to stop sleeping together.
For the next three weeks they carried on with the experiments. Each went completely unspoken about, if either really knew they happened. But it was only after Rich had been doing a lot of drinking, which put it firmly at the weekends or maybe one night mid week usually when he had been out with his GF, Harry.
At some point after the third week a line was crossed. Exactly when and by whom, it didn’t really register. But what changed was instead of the haphazard accident of dicks finding the other’s arse hole while they humped supposedly asleep, one of them used spit on his dick and purposely went after it. Once one did it, the other followed. One night climbing into bed Rich cuddled up complaining how horny he was. Without waiting for any kind of permission, he aimed his dick at Stuart’s hole and slid inside. Out in the open, it was sweet relief to both of them, able to enjoy without holding back. Stuart returned the favour by doing him when the alarm went off the morning after.
Each used the other freely, yet they never referred to it directly and certainly they never called it fucking. They were just bachelors and away from home, helping each other out in the most convenient way.