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.
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A few days had gone by and Steven had not heard from Roger. There was a longing somewhere inside him, a longing for his friend to return to him. What could be taking him so long? Wasn't he going to get his things in order so that they could move in together? He had no way of contacting Roger. He hadn't even asked where he was staying so he could go find out if everything was fine. Steven sat on his bed holding Roger's watch that he had left behind, deep in thought, an ache in his heart. His mind went back to the intimate moments they shared together. His cock began to swell out as he thought of his Arab friend.
He rubbed the growing bulge unconsciously then got up and headed to the bathroom. He stripped and got into the shower, watching how a drop of precum forced itself out of his piss slit and dribbled to the cold floor. A moan escaped as he skinned back his cock. He raised his fingers to his nose and inhaled the scent of his sweaty cock. It reminded him of Roger the first time they fooled around right there in the shower. He turned on the shower and stepped under it, slowly stroking his cock, sliding the foreskin back and forth, enjoying the rude snapping sounds it made. He turned on the shower hose and aimed it under his bluish cock head. The tiny jets of water stimulated the sensitive glans and he moaned. He moved the jets of water to his balls and then his perineum, almost falling over with the intense sensations he got. He squatted and aimed the water closer to that area, gasping as the warm streams massaged just under his balls, sending amazing sensations through his groin. His knees started to shake as the pressure continued building. Precum dribbled out of his throbbing cock in an almost constant stream. He aimed the jets at his puckered hole and moaned loudly as the water hit his clenched ass ring.
"Oh God!" he shouted as the water pounded at his sensitive asshole.
It was almost more than he could take. He decided to try something else and turned off the hose. Lathering up his hands he started massaging his cock and balls, squatting as he did. He pulled the foreskin as far back as it could go and rubbed his flaring glans with the other hand.
"Uh, oh God! Oh God! Oh fuuuuuuuck!" he cried as he twisted his palm around his flaring, now red, cock head.
He slid his hands down between his legs and rubbed his asshole very gently, enjoying the sensations he was causing himself. He continued to rub his ass lips, feeling how swollen they had become. He took a deep breath and gently slid a finger into his tight hole. It entered with ease and he felt some discomfort. However, he noticed how hot inside his hole was and tried to relax. He lay back on the floor and slid his finger deeper into his eager hole until he touched his prostate by accident, causing him to gasp.
"Oh fuck!" he moaned as he continued to massage that spot. "Uhhhhhhhhhh!"
The more he rubbed his prostate the more he felt like he wanted to cum. He slipped another finger into his ass and was surprised how easily it entered. he pumped his fingers in and out stretching his virgin hole and thinking of Roger's cock inside him. Without warning cum began spewing in volleys from his cock as an intense orgasm crept over his body. Cum shot all over his stomach and chest, and some directly into his gaping mouth. He thought he would not like it but to his surprise he found it surprisingly a turn on. It tasted slightly bitter yet sweet and not at all gagging. He swallowed his own cum for the first time and pulled his fingers from his ass with a plop. He finished showering and lay on his bed, thinking about what he had done, wondering if he was preparing himself to take Roger's thick dark cock up his ass subconsciously. He had been thinking about fucking Roger ever since their first encounter but never about Roger fucking him. It was a new thought with new sensations to back it up.
Roger was getting a hard time with moving his things. He never kept much personal items but there were the few things that he held on to that he wanted to carry over to Steven's place. The problem was that there was no one to help him carry it. It was not enough to require a truck, and too much to fit in a taxi. If he had only remembered to take Steven's phone number he would have called, instead he was calling his other friends to see if he could get them to help him out. Besides that he was called in for an interview on the second day and had managed to land a job not too far from where Steven's apartment was. Unfortunately he was caught between his new job and finding someone to help him move to think clearly until the fourth day when he realized that he could just walk over to Steven's after work. However, when he got there no one was answering. He swore he could hear someone inside and called loudly but no one answered. The neighboring tenants started to come out to see what was happening and he decided to check back the following day. When he was leaving he met the neighbor that came up on the first day that he was there as he was going down the stairs.
"Hi," he called to the man as they approached each other.
"Hi. Aren't you Steven's friend?" he asked.
"Uh, yeah," Roger replied, surprised that he knew Steven's name. "I'm Roger."
"Nice to meet you. I'm Clive," the man replied as he stretched a hand beneath some grocery bags to shake Roger's. "Came to check Steven?"
"Yeah, but I don't think he's home," Roger replied looking disappointed.
"You sure? He's usually home by now. He rarely comes in late. Want me to give him a call?" Clive suggested.
"Sure!"
He followed Clive back to his apartment, taking a bag of groceries from him. Clive fiddled with his keys as he opened the door and let Roger in. the apartment looked exactly the same except for the décor. He followed Clive to the kitchen where he placed the bag next to the others on the kitchen counter. He couldn't help but check out the guy. Clive looked slightly muscular, with a nice bum as he noticed when Clive bent over to put something in the fridge. As Clive turned to face him he noticed the man's brown eyes hiding behind a pair of glasses. They smiled at each other before Clive asked him to wait there as he went to call Steven. He could hear Clive pick up the phone and press some numbers. After a while he heard him hang up and come back.
"He must be in the shower. I can hear his shower going from my room," he said.
Roger wondered what else the man could hear from his room. He and Steven weren't exactly quiet during their moments.
"Really? Can I hear?" Roger asked.
The man lead him to his bedroom where he could hear, very faintly, water falling. Satisfied, they went back to the kitchen.
"I came to ask him to help me bring over some of my stuff," Roger said as he began to feel awkward, them standing there silently.
"You moving in with him?" Clive asked, and Roger nodded. "Well why don't you let me help you with your things then? It's no problem if you want."
"Oh, no that's fine..."
"Honestly it's not a problem. I can get to know you better seeing how you'll be the new neighbor and all."
Roger began to protest but decided that it wouldn't hurt if Clive helped him out. Besides it was getting later the more he waited and the faster he could get his things over to Steven's the more time he could spend with him.
"Ok, sure. Let's go then," he replied.
They went down to the basement car park where Clive had his car parked and Roger directed him to his apartment. Roger scoped him out from the side of his eye as they went, noticing that he was definitely a handsome man, somewhat rugged-looking and slightly graying. They managed to pack the majority of Roger's stuff into the car and headed back to Steven's apartment. It was easy offloading everything into the lift to carry up to the apartment and surprised Steven when they knocked on the door. They packed everything into Steven's apartment and they both thanked Clive for his help. Steven offered him something to drink but he politely refused, saying that he was sure they had a lot to catch up on. They looked at each other suspiciously but made nothing more of it.
When Clive had left they stood there feeling very awkward, not knowing what to do or say. Roger started sifting through the boxes looking for his clothes as he complained about needing to bathe. This made Steven hard all over again and even thought he felt as though he had shot out four days of cum his cock was ready to go again. He leaned over Roger who was stooping rummaging through a box as he reached for a box to search through himself, pressing his thigh purposefully against the back of Roger's head. Roger could smell the soap on Steven's skin and his heart began pumping furiously, eagerly filling his cock with blood until it made an obvious bulge in his work slacks. He swallowed hard as he tried to focus on finding his clothes.
"Looking for these," Steven said a few minutes later holding up a pair of clean underwear.
Roger blushed and laughed as he left what he was doing to come over to Steven.
"Give it here," he said putting out his hand.
"Ok," Steven replied and stood up walking straight into his waiting hand which slid comfortably between his legs.
Roger could feel the heat of Steven's cock through his pants as he took the underwear with his other hand. He rubbed the bulge between Steven's legs causing Steven to let out a small sigh. Before long a wet spot formed on Roger's pants. Steven wanted his cock badly. He knelt down in front of Roger and rubbed his face in his crotch, inhaling deeply his manly scent, musk mixed with sweat and stale precum. Roger threw his head back and moaned. Steven unbuckled Roger's belt unzipped his pants letting them drop to his ankles. Before him was his prize; Roger's swollen member, bundled up under the fabric of his tight grey boxer briefs, printed out clearly and dripping with precum. Steven rubbed his nose in it as he pulled out his own cock and began stroking it. Steven rubbed his nose between Roger's legs, inhaling the musky stench of his sweaty package and pulled his own foreskin back uncomfortably tight. He nibbled on Roger's cock through the fabric until he couldn't wait any more and slowly pulled his underwear down to reveal the thick, drooling dark cock. He pressed it up against Roger's stomach and licked his balls. Roger moaned and placed his hands on Steven's head, pulling him into his crotch. Steven sucked on the dark globes, licking, kissing, sucking until he made his way to Roger's cock. Although his cock was hard and throbbing, the foreskin was pulled fully over the swollen head beneath, forming a nice stub of excess skin that Steven sucked on. Roger sharply inhaled as Steven eased his mouth over the cock in desperate need of attention, twirling his tongue into the foreskin tasting the salty manliness of that throbbing Arab rod.
Roger pulled him up and kissed him hard, tasting and smelling his manhood on Steven's mouth. It turned him on even more and he ground his cock into Steven's. He knelt between Steven's legs and yanked his pants down to his ankles admiring how his white cock bobbed and throbbed with every pump of blood. Precum was smeared over Steven's cock from his previous rubbing, glistening in the light of the room. His cock smelt clean and fresh and Roger skinned back the foreskin to reveal the flaring red head, sucking it hard into his eager mouth. Steven moaned and quivered and thrust forward burying his cock even deeper down Roger's throat. Roger gagged and pulled out but dove back down driving the thick rod down his throat once more. After a few tries Roger managed to get the hang of it and easily deep-throated that beautiful thick rod, sending waves of pleasure over Steven's dribbling cock.
Steven wanted Roger badly turned his back to him, kicking aside his pants and spreading his legs. Roger knew what he wanted and spread his ass cheeks to find a red puckered hole clenching and unclenching with anticipation. He leaned forward and stuck out his tongue, the musky scent was intoxicating. Steven let out a gasp and pushed back onto Roger's tongue, which darted in and out of his loosened hole from his previous session in the bathroom. He jerked his cock with loud snapping sounds as the precum coated his cock.
"Fuck me, please," Steven begged, he couldn't believe those words were coming out of his mouth.
Roger Got up and positioned his dribbling cock at the entrance to Steven's hot wet hole and pushed. Steven could feel the pressure on his ass and held his breath in anticipation of the oncoming discomfort. With a little pushing Roger's cock head slipped in Steven's hot hole. Steven let out a grunt and pushed back, Roger, overwhelmed with pleasure, followed his friend's gesture and continued feeding his cock into Steven's willing ass. His cock hit that spot and Steven flung his head back in ecstasy, moaning loudly. It was too much for both of them as Steven jerked wildly and Roger started thrusting in and out slowly at first and then with increasing pace. Roger started fucking him harder and harder, slamming his cock in to the hilt and pulling out just so that his cockhead remained lodged in Steven's ass. With a few more thrusts he knew he would come so he pulled out and flipped Steven over, laying him on the floor and getting on him, looking deep into his eyes, eyes filled with lust and yearning. Steven stared back into Roger's face, his eyes wild with passion. Roger unrelentlessly slid his cock back into Steven's waiting ass, watching as Steven grimaced with discomfort.
"Uhhh, fuck me Roger! I want you deep inside me!" Steven exclaimed.
The pain was mixed with pleasure as Roger's thick dark cock hit his prostate everytime, causing precum to ooze out in a constant flow. Roger leaned down and kissed Steven's neck, sucking on his ears and running his tongue all over, driving Steven wild as he pulled Roger in tighter, wrapping his legs around his hard body as he fucked him. Roger thought he was going to cum and a strange urge came over him. He flipped over and pulled out of Steven's ass with a plop. Steven felt empty and craved Roger's fuck pole up his chute.
"Fuck me Steve, please," he begged.
It was all that Steven needed. His cock was already slick with precum and he pressed it against Roger's ass. As he began to enter his foreskin skinned back, revealing his super slick red, flaring cock head, and he entered Roger's ass with ease. His hole was tight and he clamped down on his cock as it slid in. Roger gasped and grimaced as the pain shot through his body.
"Oh fuck! Oh fuck! You're ripping me apart!" he cried.
Steven immediately pulled out and even though he knew that he should have regretted it, in the heat of the moment it turned him on even more. He wanted badly to thrust deep into Roger's tight hot ass. Roger looked up and saw the desperation on Steven's face