Inside Tom's apartment, Ernie kissed Tom aggressively, using way more rough tongue than women liked and grinding his hard-on into Tom's crotch bulge
"Damn!" Ernie said. "You really are a stud." He unfastened Tom's belt and opened his fly, then took his stiff cock and bulging balls out of his tight jeans.
Ernie bent forward and reached for Tom's protruding pole, but Tom stepped away. "I've shown you mine," he said. "Now, I want to see yours." Ernie held still while Tom pulled his slacks and tighty whitey underwear down. His dick wasn't as big as Tom's oversized rod, but was still a respectable size.
"Nice." Tom curled his fingers around Ernie's pole and ran them up and down its shaft.
"I don't get too many complaints." Ernie fell to his knees. "I'm gonna suck your dick now." He took Tom's cock-head and shaft into his mouth, stopping with his lips clamped around the base of Tom's rod and Tom's bulging balls pressed against his chin.
"Oh yeah." Tom kneaded Ernie's shoulders and rolled his hips slowly, shifting his rod in the other man's mouth. "Deep throat my big hard cock."
Tom ran his fingers through Ernie's shaggy hair and over his beard stubble, remembering the pain of looking at his freshly-shaved face in the mirror on Monday morning. The convenience store chain didn't let its managers have beards, or even stubble.
Ernie stroked Tom's swollen shaft and squeezed his tight nuts while licking and sucking his cock-head. Some of Tom's girlfriends, especially Sandy, had been enthusiastic and skilled cocksuckers. But, none of them had been as good as the men he'd met in the last few days . . .
He laced his fingers around the back of Ernie's skull and thrust his stiff dick into the other man's mouth. Women hated having their heads restrained, but it excited Ernie. He squeezed his balls and jerked his stiff cock while Tom fucked his face. The rougher Tom got, the more he seemed to like it.
Tom was getting close when Ernie pushed him away. "Fuck me."
Tom took Ernie into the bedroom and they stripped hastily. Then, Ernie lay on his back at the edge of the bed and lifted his butt. "Come on. I'm ready for your big hard cock."
"God, you're sexy." Tom stood still, admiring Ernie's hard male body. His mouth watered at the sight of the other man's stiff cock, tight balls, and the pretty little puckered hole between his spread butt cheeks.
"Please," Ernie begged. "Fuck me now."
"All right." If he wanted it rough, he was getting it rough. Tom lubricated his stiff pole and Ernie's asshole, then pushed his rod up the other man's butt. It was hot and tight. Way tighter than a pussy.
Ernie jacked his cock and kneaded his balls while Tom hammered his ass, watching his driving rod sliding in and out of the other man's butt. Would Sandy's ass be this hot? This tight?
"Shoot it!" Ernie's clenched fist flew over his stiff pole. "Shoot it now!" He screamed as Tom came, firing pulse after pulse of cum up Ernie's hot tight ass.
"Oh yeah!" Ernie gasped. "Give me your big hot load." Long streams of cum fountained from his stiff dick, splashing his belly and chest.
"Man!" Tom said. "That was good." He bent forward to kiss Ernie, shifting his still-hard cock in Ernie's ass.
"Oh!" Ernie gasped. "I'm kinda . . . Ow! . . . super-sensitive after I come. You mind?"
"All right." Tom pulled out. He lowered his body onto Ernie's and kissed him. Ernie kissed him back, but not very enthusiastically. He acted restless. "You okay?"
"Sure," Ernie answered. "It was great. It's just . . ." He kissed Tom quickly, then pulled away and stood up. "I've got to get home. My wife's waiting for me."
"Uh . . . Okay." Tom was in the mood to cuddle and then have Ernie fuck him, but that obviously wasn't going to happen.
"Okay if I take a quick shower?" Ernie was already heading for the bathroom.
"Sure." Tom lay on the bed, looking up at the ceiling and listening to the water run. He remembered a cardboard sign in a retired mechanic's garage: "When sex is good, it's great. When it's not good, it's still sex."
Ernie finished quickly, like they'd done in bed. He dressed hastily and then kissed Tom. "That was great," he said. "Maybe we can do it again sometime."
"Yeah." Tom decided rushed unemotional sex was better than no sex at all. "See you around."
Tom lay back on the bed, listlessly stroking his hard dick. Ernie had gotten him all heated up but then left him frustrated.
The lube on his dick had grown sticky. He squeezed a fresh blob into the palm of his hand and stroked his stiff rod, coating it with the slippery gel. Then, he jacked off slowly, running his fist up and down his swollen shaft and pinching his cock-head between his thumb and index finger, while squeezing his balls and occasionally reaching down and tickling his asshole.
He rolled his hips, humping an imaginary cock, while he pushed his fingertip into his anus. That hurt without lube, but also gave him a giant boner. He lubricated his finger and pushed it back in. That was better. He fingered his ass roughly while jacking his stiff dick. It felt good, but really couldn't compare to a hard cock pounding his ass.
"Fuck me," he moaned. "Good and hard." The tension in his balls built rapidly. He pushed a second finger up his asshole, crossed with the first, and worked it in and out rapidly. "Fuck!" he cried. "Shoot it! Shoot a big hot load . . ."
Streamers of hot cum exploded from his throbbing pole, splashing his chest and belly. "Oh fuck . . ." he muttered.
He pulled the finger out of his butt and lay still with his eyes closed and his hand curled loosely around his softening cock, totally spent. This was the first time he'd fingered his ass while masturbating. It wasn't much like a man, but it was still a new way to get off . . .