This story is of a homosexual nature and contains sexual encounters between men. If material of this nature offends you then this story is not for you. If you are under 18 years of age you are probably not legally allowed to read this story.
This story is purely fictional. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. The author claims copyrights in this story and no duplication or publication of this story is allowed (except by the web sites to which it has been posted) without the consent of the author.
It was way past nine when Roger woke up. Steven was already gone. He had to work of course. He rolled onto his back and thought about the past 24 hours; it was quite intense. Nothing had gone quite as planned but somehow it seemed to be better than he anticipated. A simple visit to get his friend to spend some time with him had resulted in his friend spending more than just his time; they had shared their bodies and their desires.
Roger got out of bed and went straight to the shower. He watched as the yellow urine snaked its way to the drain hole as he relieved himself in the shower. His ass felt sore after last night's episode. What had come over him? Things he never thought he would do were happening right before his eyes and to his surprise he didn't have any inclination to stop it, not once. He wanted it to happen, he was craving it more and more. He suddenly realized that he was hard just thinking about it and skinned back his cock. The luscious feel of his skin sliding back over his glans was awesome. He started slow at first then increased the pace, snapping the skin as he pushed and pulled it back and forth, lubricated with slimy precum. His finger of his other hand was sliding under his nutsack, fondling himself, sliding closer and closer to his anus. He squatted and rubbed his puckered hole thinking about Steve's fingers inside him.
"Ahhhhhhhh," he hissed, it was too much and he came, volley after volley of cum, streaking the floor with his white seed.
He lay on the floor with the shower falling on his midsection, the streams of water massaging his cock and balls as it softened. The scent of his man juices filled the steamy air. He pulled back his foreskin and washed his cock clean. He wasn't sure that Steven would have liked his dirty cock but he hadn't cleaned up during the two days he was travelling. After cleaning up he sat in the nude having cereal for breakfast and watching tv. The rest of the day passed quietly as he snooped around the apartment waiting on his buddy to come home.
Steven was off to work as usual. It was not like him to miss a day without good reason. Even so he was a busy body and couldn't sit still while he knew there were things to get done. As he drove to work the last 24 hours played over and over in his head. He remembered the sounds and sights, the feel of his old friend's cock in his hand, the silkiness of the skin and the smoothness of his glans. He could smell the man's slightly dirty cock even now and without realizing it he was hard as a rock. Before he knew it he was at work and the ache in his groin was too much. There were only a few people in the office so far, and the rush of people had not yet come in to the library as yet. He needed to get off otherwise he would not be able to function properly.
He dropped off his keys and bag at his desk and quickly made his way to the staff toilets. There were only two cubicles in there and three urinals. There was the handicapped cubicle which was much larger and had a sink inside the cubicle. He checked the other cubicles to make sure that no one was there and locked himself in the handicapped stall. Looking at himself in the mirror he could see the wildness in his eyes and felt surprised. Although he had done this many times before he had never felt so out of control. He unbuckled his belt and undid his pants, letting them slide to his ankles. As he pulled down his boxer briefs his cock popped out and bounced in the cool air. A trail of precum trailed from his newly shaved pubic area to the bunched up foreskin at the tip of his swollen and pulsing cock.
"Uh, yeah," he moaned as he massaged his slippery cockhead under the foreskin.
He pulled the foreskin back, watching as the skin pulled taut and slipped over his swollen bluish knob until it caught behind the ridge of his mushroom shaped head. The cold air felt strangely erotic on his wet glans and he pictured Roger's dripping cock. His cock spasmed and clear shiny precum dribbled out his piss slit, running down the underside of his upright organ. He stroked the length of his throbbing rod a few times and watched as the veins ballooned with each tight stroke. His head swelled and he forced the foreskin back over his wet head, snapping rudely back in place with a wet snap.
"Uhhhhhh, mmmmmmm," he moaned.
Just then he heard someone come in as the door to the bathroom creaked slightly. He froze in place, his cock throbbing in his hand. Did the person hear him as they came in. His heart was beating wildly, he wanted release before he started work. Silently he skinned back his cock and covered it again. Precum oozed out his cock again, running down his cock and over his fingers. He used the slimy fluid to lube his cock. The feeling was exhilarating, his cock was throbbing with each stroke, he wanted to scream in ecstasy. His mouth opened as he emitted a silent scream, and started to jerk himself faster, thinking all the time about sucking off Roger, feeling his silky cock sliding into his mouth, filling it with hot salty and bitter cum. He didn't care anymore. He jerked his cock wildly, filling the stall with rude snapping sounds. He was getting close. He closed his eyes and his hand pumped furiously.
"Uh, um, mmmm," he moaned softly.
The man who had come in had heard him moaning and knew very well the sound of jerking off, and peeped through the slit in the door to see what was going on. He saw Steven jerking his thick cock with earnest and his own cock expanded in his pants. He saw Steven rub his palm over his cockhead, twitching as his palm sent sensations over his sensitive blue knob. His other had was between his legs, rubbing his balls and maybe his swollen anus.
From the mirror Steven saw someone looking at him through the slit in the door and found himself surprised when he didn't stop. The green eyes stared at him and he wanted to show off his package. He went around the sink so that he was facing in the direction of the door and started sliding his cock over the cold ceramic of the sink. He reached his hand down to his ass and started to slide his finger ever so lightly into his surprisingly wet hole. The sensations were incredible. A lust came over him and he was tempted to open the door and let the man in but his better judgment, although in the heat of the moment, told him otherwise and he was bucking in no time. The thought of his Arab friend naked and moaning was all that he needed in his head. Cum spurted out of his cock, shooting over the sink and falling on the floor.
"Uhhh, fuck, fuck! Oh god!" he screamed. "Uhhhh, uh, mmmmmmm."
The rest of the cum ended up in the sink, dribbling eventually out of his throbbing cock as it quickly softened. He raised his hand to his mouth and licked his own cum and found that it tasted not bad. He was still rubbing his crotch against the sink and heard soft moans coming from outside the stall. He soon saw cum dripping from the door. His lust spent, he cleaned up himself and by the time he exited the stall there was no one around. He felt suddenly guilty of what he had done and for the rest of the day wondered who it was that was watching him through the door. Before the day was done he saw his coworker staring at him and soon realized that he was the one. They met; Steven's dark blue eyes, and the man's green ones. It was Richard, a trainee. He was only nineteen years old and had been sent to them only two weeks ago. He knew then that they acknowledged what had happened in the men's toilet and swallowed hard as he turned away.
The rest of the day went by as he thought about how these strange desires were taking him over but in the end it was really Roger he was thinking about. Richard was a good looking young man but he was nothing compared to his friend, who he couldn't take his mind off.
That evening when he came home Roger had cooked up something for them. He felt strangely happy that he did and with few words between them they sat down and had dinner. Steven was enjoying Roger's company more and more but was growing steadily more unsure of himself.
"How was work?" Roger asked looking up at Steven sitting opposite him on tehsmall kitchen table.
"Good, good," Steven replied, feeling a little guilty about what had happened that morning. "Relatively uneventful."
"So it wasn't totally uneventful then," his friend smiled.
Steven was amazed how much he was loving Rogers amazing smile. Roger's upped left canine was a rider, and Steven loved how it looked; the crooked tooth made his smile seem perfect. Even Roger's slightly ruffeld hair seemed to turn him on. He felt like he needed to tell him what had happened at work and cleared his throat.
"Well something happened today, nothing ever happened like that before, I swear," he started looking up at Roger for reassurance. Roger nodded and continued eating. "I was feeling really horny this morning when I went to work." He looked at Roger again, there was no change in expression. "And I, well, I jerked off in the toilet."
Roger starting laughing, "We all do that."
Steven took a few seconds before he continued, "There was someone looking at me through a space in the door. I couldn't help myself and I jerked off while they were watching me."
He felt like he couldn't eat anymore and put down his fork. Roger looked a little surprised and swallowed hard. He let his eyes fall to his plate as he pushed his food around. Steven knew that it wasn't going too well with his friend even though he was trying to hide it.
"But you didn't do anything, right? I mean, these things happen," Roger said trying to sound like it was nothing.
"Yeah, I don't even know the guy. To be honest when I was doing it I was thinking of you," he said as he watched Roger closely.
Roger raised his eyebrows and although he felt slightly hurt before, he felt somewhat honored in a strange sense. He nodded weakly and continued eating. Steven could see that he felt hurt but there was nothing he could do at this point. Why had he even bothered to mention it in the first place?
"So how was your day?" Steven asked.
"Quiet. Didn't do much," Roger replied, keeping his eyes on his plate. "Do you... I mean..." Roger was having a hard time asking what he wanted.
Steven assumed he knew what he wanted to ask and answered, "No I'm not like that. I don't so stuff like that. It was the first time, I swear."
Roger could hear the pleading in his voice and figured that he really didn't do anything serious. He remembered that the person sitting opposite him was his friend, a friend from as far back as he could remember. He knew he wouldn't lie to him.
"I believe you, Steve. No worries," he said and tried to smile.
Steven nodded and took another mouthful of the food.
"This is great. You were always good in the kitchen. I should put you in house," he joked.
"Maybe you should," Roger laughed.
They looked at each other as they ate, smiling subtly. Roger noticed how nice Steven looked with stubble. His eyelashes were long and right at the top of his nose were two marks where his glasses sat on his face. As he watched Steven chew he noticed how the muscles in his jaw contracted and relaxed. His shoulders were hunched over as he leaned over his plate, the muscles in his neck contracting as he swallowed. He notice dhow Steven's adams apple moved as he swallowed, down then back up. His eyes moved to the nape of his neck, where his collar bones protruded from under his work vest. He let his eyes fall back to his plate as he wondered if Steven was feeling the same way he did. There was this feeling inside him, this strange wanting, an attraction. It was making his heart beat hard within his hairy chest.
Roger leaned back and sipped some water as he watched Steven finish eating, stretching his legs out under the table. Steven noticed and coolly slid his feet so that it rested against Roger's. It was a nice surprise. Steven was taking it better than he thought. When he looked up Steven was staring into his eyes with a familiar look in his own. Steven picked up his own glass of water and leaned back, stretching his legs slowly and deliberately against Roger's.
"So how come you never told me you were gay?" he asked Roger.
"I'm not... I mean... I never acted on my desires," he replied, feeling awkward. The question caught him off guard. "How come you never told me you were?
"Honestly, I don't think I am," the man replied, Roger's heart sank. "But I have this strange attraction to you. I don't even know where it's coming from. What do you mean that you never acted on your desires?"
"No, it's... well, I... It's sorta complicated," he replied taking another sip of water, swallowing hard and not wanting to look at Steven. "Did you ever think that I was gay? Not that I am. I just have thoughts in my head."
"I think I know what you mean," Steven said.
Roger looked up at him as he bit his lip. Steven was looking at him with that desire in his eyes again but he wasn't sure if he wanted to do anything again. Just the fact that he felt hurt earlier made him wonder if Steven was going to do stupid things and hurt his feelings even more later on. He stared at his friend and wondered. Steven squinted as he tried to read Roger's thoughts. What was going on in his friend's head? He couldn't help but feel attracted to the man. Something was stirring in him and his hand started to become unsteady as his emotions took over. Roger didn't seem to notice. Steven got up and picked up his plate. He walked around and took Roger's, standing there next to him. Roger turned to his right see the man's midsection very close to him, and looked up into his face. Steven was so much taller than he was and his dark blue eyes stared down into Roger's brown ones.
"Finished with that?" Steven asked. Roger nodded and handed him his glass, still half filled with water.
Steven went into the kitchen and Roger could hear him washing up the dishes. For as long as he knew himself he had liked boys, he had lusted over them and had jerked off countless times thinking of doing things with men. He had, however, never done anything with a man until yesterday. He knew that he was gay, but it was not something he was ready to accept. The way Steven came out and asked him just now made him feel dirty. Steven had done the same things he had but yet he was able to admit that he wasn't gay. Was this all just fun for Steven and was he the only one hoping that it would be more?
Steven bused himself in the kitchen, washing up the pots and dishes that had just used. He was thinking about what was going on with him and Roger, how they had come to e intimate and how he was enjoying it, lusting about it and wanting more. He came to the conclusion that he was probably just a horny man without release getting nut from a friend, but somewhere inside there was this strange desire to be with Roger. He knew he cared about the man, but it was more than just the love of a friend or a brother, he felt like he was falling in love with Roger, as strange as it was sounding to him. He wanted to hug him, and kiss him, play with his hair and lie on his lap. He wanted to look into his warm brown eyes and tell him he loved him.
"What the hell's wrong with me," he mumbled to himself. A glass slipped from him hand and he fumble to catch it but it landed on the edge of the counter and cracked. "Dammit."
As he washed the soapy suds from it the glass cut him and crimson liquid rose up from the white foam. He dropped the glass in the sink where it shattered and pushed his hand under the water. The cut was minor, just slicing the flesh on his left palm.
"What was that?" Roger asked as he came into the kitchen.
"Nah, it's nothing," Steven replied, holding his hand under the running water.
Steven walked over to see what had happened. He saw the broken glass in the sink and the blood on the counter. He grabbed Steven's hand to see what had happened. The cut looked minor and he sighed in relief, releasing the man's hand. He looked around to see if there was glass anywhere but didn't see any and offered to clean up the rest of the mess while Steven put a bandage on the cut. He turned off the kitchen lights and went to the bedroom where Steven sat on the bed holding his hand.
"Is it hurting that much?" Roger asked, watching Steven deep in thought.
"No, no, it's fine. I was just thinking," he replied looking up at the handsome Arab man standing by the door.
He patted the bed next to him and Roger walked over slowly and sat where he patted, on Steven's left. He took his hand and checked the cut. It was a clean cut, there were no splinters. He held Steven's hand in both of his and hesitated a bit as he brought it closer to his face. He kissed the back of his hand gently and rested it on his cheek. His eyes were closed. Steven was sure that Roger felt the same way he did but was just as scared. He lifted Roger's chin and he opened his eyes. Steven tired to say something but the words got stuck in his throat and his lips moved as if he was trying to tell Roger something.
"Stay with me," he finally said.
There was fear in his eyes, and when Roger didn't respond they became watery. He was about to take his hand away when Roger took it and leaned in, pressing his lips to Steven's. They kissed passionately for a while before Roger pulled back and smiled. He pushed Steven onto the bed and rested his head on his chest, smiling. Steven's good hand reached up and his fingers raked through Roger's short black hair.