I woke up stiff and sore and decided that it was time for a new bed. This bed, an old roommate's, had been his parents' bed and thus was almost 20 years old. When Frank had moved out, he had left behind his bed and a nightstand as he couldn't pack it into his Mustang. I had been sleeping on a waterbed left over from my high school days and, after replacing the water mattress six times since then, thought that the regular bed would save me money. What I didn't count on was how much it would take out of my back and the hours of sleep I'd lose trying to get 'used' to it.

Groaning, I made some coffee and turned on the TV, thinking that I'd check the local news a bit then head out for the paper. I fixed some breakfast and, carrying both food and coffee to the TV, settled down to relax. I wasn't well rested and my eyes were still bleary, so it took me a few minutes to realize that the news had ended and one of those women's shows had started. Since there wasn't much chance of a naked man in this particular show (it was a serious discussion about shoe therapy), I reached for the remote to change the channel. Before I could do that, a commercial for a new 'space-age' bed came on and there, snuggled all by himself atop what looked like foam rubber was a drop dead gorgeous half naked man!

He was in his late twenties or early thirties, probably about six foot judging from his body on the mattress. Smooth, full pectoral muscles rode atop a ripped stomach, and were anchored between two smoothly muscled arms akimbo on the mattress. A pair of dark pajama pants, made perhaps of silk, hinted at the muscled legs inside them, the fullness of the front spoke of very heavy equipment. He rolled over, his muscular back tapering down from wide shoulders to a narrow waist, the smoothness of his back accentuated by the dark waistband of his pajamas. His feet were unblemished and somewhat polished looking, with a hint of ankle every so often as he moved upon the bed to show how the bed molded to his body. This movement also allowed me to see the muscles of his butt and legs move under the fabric, and the sight was turning me on. He rolled over again, slung his legs over the edge of the bed and simulated rising from bed, his eyes now open and a big grin on his handsome face as he stood up. Still grinning, he stretched like a cat, and then wandered off screen. I was mesmerized by him, his muscles, and his big blue eyes which only showed at the end of the commercial. An order number appeared quickly, and I grabbed a pen and paper quickly, writing it down before it disappeared and the ladies came back on, now arguing about black versus brown shoes.

I turned off the TV and grabbed my phone, dialing the order number quickly before I changed my mind. No cost was associated with the bed, although they claimed that the bed was comparable to 'quality name brands' in price. My call connected, and a deep masculine voice answered, "Space Age Comfort Rest, this is Paul. How may I help you?"

"Good morning, Paul!" I said, looking about the place for my wallet, "I'm interested in one of your beds. Could you give me more details?"

Paul laughed, a nice deep one that made my balls hop excitedly in their sac. "I sure can, buddy. Let me tell you about this bed. I own one, you see, and I really, really like mine!" He proceeded to tell me all about the way the bed worked, how good it felt to get up in the mornings and, he hinted, how much easier sexual activity was on this bed. "You'll not have any problems with sore knees or bum on this bed," he stated. When I asked him about the cost, he told me a price, plus shipping and handling. It was a bit steep, but his voice and the image of that model convinced me that my back needed this bed. We took care of the ordering and payment details, and rang off.

About two weeks later, still stiff and sore from my old bed, the phone rang and it was the delivery company with my new bed! "Mr. Danvers? My name's Bobby. I have your new bed in the truck and would like to deliver it." Bobby's voice was pleasantly deep and a younger version than Paul's, but still masculine and very sexy.

"Sure, Bobby, I'm home all day."

"Great!" he said, "um, there's only one small problem...the company sent me here by myself as the other guy who I usually help is out sick today. Do you think you could help me? My company will waive the handling fee if you do."

I agreed, and we set a delivery time. Promptly at that time, a truck pulled up to my place and I went to the door to greet Bobby. Imagine my pleasant surprise and shock when I found that Bobby was the spitting image of the model in the ad!

Wearing a pair of scuffed work boots, tight and worn jeans, and a workshirt that had "Bobby" embroidered over the left pec, this was what the stuff of fantasy was built upon! "Hello, Mr. Danvers! May I come in?"

I stepped back and let him inside. The scent of freshly washed male, a familiar deodorant soap, and just a hint of sweat made him all the more sexy. "The bedroom's upstairs, Bobby, and please, call me Mike. 'Mr. Danvers' makes me feel old." He grinned at me, again identically to the grin in the ad, and we moved upstairs to the bedroom.

I had already stripped the bed, and Bobby stated that the old frame would fit the new bed just fine, so we carried the old mattress and box springs down to the trash. When we finished that, Bobby carefully dusted the old frame and, after making a couple of adjustments, stood up and grinned at me again. "Ok, Mike, I think we're ready to bring the new bed inside."

We hauled up the new bed pieces, and Bobby removed the plastic coverings to place them into the old frame. After the bed was put together, he smiled and said, "So, what do you think, Mike? Looks ok?"

I grinned at him, and said, "Well, Bobby, I can't help but think how much you look like the guy in the TV ad for this bed."

Bobby laughed and said, "I should look like him, that's my twin brother Billy! We're more models than delivery boys, although we have to make some money in between modeling gigs." He looked at me and gave me a careful once over cruise, and said, "Would you like me to reenact the ad for you?"

My jaw must have dropped open, because he laughed and nodded. "Um, yeah, Bobby." I had a pair of my own silk pajama pants, nearly identical to what Billy wore in the ad, and Bobby picked them up.

"May I take a quick shower? I'd hate to get sweat all over you new bed." Again I nodded, and he walked into the bathroom, closed the door, and soon after I heard the shower kick on. Maybe twenty minutes later, he stepped out of the bathroom and, wearing only the pajamas, crawled onto the bed. I had pulled out the pillows that came with the bed and put cases on them, just like in the ad, so when Bobby hit the bed he smiled at the attempt at authenticity. He adjusted himself so he lay flat on the bed, one leg slightly bent and his arms under the pillows, his head turned facing me as he pretended to be asleep. God, it was JUST like the ad!

I moved closer to the bed, my excitement obvious through the large bulge in my jeans. Bobby looked up and grinned and said, "feel for yourself just how nice this is." Recognizing a tag line from the ad, I grinned and place a hand upon his ankle and moved that hand up his leg to the firm calf under the silk. I lingered there, then he said, "feel the firm yet pliant support," another tag line and I moved up the muscled thigh to the firm mound of butt flesh. Bobby had a gorgeous bubble butt, firm yet pliant, just like his ad was describing. Emboldened, I got closer and felt his warm, smooth muscled back, then moved up to grasp the hard mounds of his shoulders. He was grinning all the time, partly from my obvious delight in him and also from the hard on that I kept pressing against his body as I moved my hands up his body. I sat back a bit, and he rolled over into the second pose, face up, legs and arms akimbo, his head slightly turned towards me. With his chest so very close and so very available, I couldn't help it, my hands automatically attached themselves to his full smooth pec muscles and lightly squeezed, my thumbs in perfect position to stroke and tease his hardened nipples.

Bobby moaned, and I said, teasingly, "that's not in the script, man." He laughed and pointed down to his crotch. "Neither is that." I glanced down at him and sure enough, all the fantasy was coming very, very true!

Bobby's cock was at full mast, and poked itself out the fly of the pajamas. Uncut, his foreskin was retracted almost completely, only a little bit of hood still covered the ridge of his cockhead. The shaft proudly stuck upwards a good eight inches, maybe more, and was a good width, not too wide but not pencil thin. A drop of pre-cum glistened at the tip, and slowly began to grow as I continued stroking and rubbing Bobby's chest and nipples. He sighed and said, low under his breath, "I'm negative." That was all I needed, and my tongue captured the drop of pre-cum while Bobby just sighed again with pleasure.

By this point, my cock was threatening to tear the strong fabric of my jeans wide open, and with a knowledgeable deft hand Bobby unbuttoned the jeans and tugged them down so that my cock and balls swung free. I returned the favor, peeling the silk pajama bottoms from Bobby and then kicked off my jeans, then pulled my shirt off so that now the two of us were gloriously naked and hard on the brand new bed.

"Paul told me in so many words that this thing was designed to aid in sexual activity," I said to Bobby, as I lay atop his tanned and muscled frame, "shall we try out that company claim too?" He grinned at me and, one paw reaching up to grab my neck, pulled my face down and gave me a big kiss in reply. His body felt really good under mine as we kissed and tongued each other. Bobby's hands came up and stroked my neck, back and massaging my full, firm butt.

Our woods were pushed beside the other, and I had the insane pleasure of feeling his foreskin slip and slide against my own smooth shaft, the flared edge of my cock head catching on the leading edge of his hood and pulling it down. Bobby would gasp at this maneuver and so I tried my best without looking to keep doing it, the smile on his face and the feelings I got were all I needed to continue.

Bobby rolled over with a deft twist and got me under him, still grinning that megawatt smile, and began doing the same wood treatment to me. I was in hog heaven, feeling his hard muscled body rub against mine and let my hands roam over his back and butt as his did, although I attempted a little bit of insertion whenever his tight pucker would come within finger range. He didn't seem to mind that either, and the frequency my fingers would find his asshole would increase each time I was able to 'hit the bull's-eye.'

After some time of this delightful body rubbing and playing with his ass, Bobby reached behind and pushed my cock between his legs so that it was riding against his perineum. Our bodies were so slick with sweat already that no extra lubricant was really needed, and he began a slow and hard stroking of his lower body against my cock, virtually fucking himself from the outside. I was getting almost too turned on, his tight washboard abs flexing and his hard cock jabbing and swaying with his movements was getting me way too hot. I murmured to him amid all the groaning, "Bobby, if you want me to fuck you, you'd better grab a condom right away from my top dresser drawer..."

He stopped his groin grinding and, grinning, reached over and grabbed a rubber out of the drawer. The loving care he used to slip it over my cock was exquisite, and after applying the rubber, he slipped my cock head against his asshole and in one fluid motion, sat down, taking me completely up inside him!

This was a first for me, most of my tricks had whined and moaned all the way in, making me wait forever until I could proceed past the insertion of the cockhead. Bobby just grinned and started a slow up and down motion, his asshole automatically milking my cock as his muscles flexed with his movement. I came out of my stupor quickly enough, and began jacking his cock, using his now gushing precum as lubricant. He moaned as I moved his smooth foreskin up and down, now awash in his precum and sweat. Every so often I couldn't resist and I would bend forward and lick a bit of that yummy juice from the tip of his cock, causing him to groan and his ass muscles to flex.

I didn't need to hear his shouted "I'm coming!" as I could feel the starting contractions against my cock, triggering my own orgasm as his cock began spurting. I purposely pointed his cock so that his ropes of cum would coat my chest for a little afterglow activity later. Bobby had a healthy prostate and full testicles for it seemed like buckets of cum were showering onto my chest. I probably filled the rubber myself with a good cup of cream before the orgasms ended for both of us and Bobby reluctantly pulled off my cock.

He grabbed some of the cum towels beside my bed, carefully cleaned his ass before tossing the used towels into the corner of the bedroom and then rolling over, his chest gloriously rising and falling with his slowly calming breathing. Our bodies were still mostly touching and as my own afterglow slowly faded, I tapped the pec closest to me and said, "You're not done, mister! I still have some cleaning up to happen here!" He slowly grinned and rolled towards me, his hands reaching to the used rubber and carefully sliding it off my cock. With a deft hand that showed some years of practice, he tossed the rubber into the trashcan and then started to reach for another cum towel. "Not with a towel, man, use something else." A wicked gleam lighted in his eyes as he understood, and lowered his face to my chest to begin licking up his cum.

All good things must come to and end, and this time was no exception as he ran out of both cum on my chest and time. We reluctantly got up from the bed and, after finding that the bed was in clean shape, hopped into the shower and cleaned each other up, then dried each other carefully. A knock on the front door stopped me and I headed down to answer it, wrapping a towel around my waist and then opening the door. Standing there was the spitting image of Bobby!

"You must be Billy," I said as I let the coveralled hunk inside. "He's, um, upstairs putting the last touches on the bed." Two seconds later Bobby was hurrying downstairs, tucking in his shirt and brushing his still damp hair out of his eyes.

Billy laughed as he slowly drank in my near naked form and his twin's obviously fresh fucked look, and then turned to Bobby. "No rush mate, I came over to tell you that Mr. Danver's delivery was the only one today and that you could take your time." He looked over at me again, and said, as he began unzipping his coverall to show the same smooth, full pecs as Bobby, "seems that we might need to see how well the bed functions with more weight on it." I grinned at Billy and dropped my towel, then headed back upstairs, my butt now at the same level on the stairs as Bobby's grinning face.

"I guess I need another demonstration of the bed then, boys, come on up and get comfortable." At the rate that the two men were removing clothing, they would be very comfortable in no time. I went upstairs and laid back down on the bed and soon the two twins, muscular and very naked, stood in my doorway. Strangely, I could tell somehow which one was which, but I kept my mouth shut as the two men walked to either side of the bed and crawled towards me. As their mouths began to cover my body with soft butterfly kisses, I decided that after all, this new bed was well worth the cost, and that the service was, as I looked at the two men's hard cocks, 'outstanding.'