As he lay naked on his belly beside me, I feasted my eyes on the full hairy mounds that rose up from the tops of his thighs and lower back. I gazed upon his body and I thought to myself about how lucky I'd been with Brian, for he was in his middle forties and, while losing his hair, kept his body in good shape like I did. The only thing marring his body were a few scars around his shoulder where they'd done some rotator cuff repair, but otherwise, the man was tan, buff and, even luckier for me, head over heels in love with me!

About a year earlier, Northwestern (the university where I work) had an incredible technology need and, with an enormous bond issue approved by the voters, we were not only updating our server farm but also increasing it by twenty five percent. Along with this was an entirely new infrastructure as well as wireless to contend with. My team did a heroic job, but it was clear to me by halfway through the year that it was not going to work without more employees and, as the bond had also appropriated funds for staff, I requested and received a new guy to handle the wireless end of the business.

Brian, or "New Guy" as he liked to refer to himself as, was in his early forties and incredibly intelligent. His thinning hair didn't exactly make him movie-star quality, nor did he compare to the hot studs on campus, but he did keep his body in great shape and, to my delight, had that high, bubbled butt that he seemed to subconsciously showcase in tight denim jeans. He was an avid mountain bicycle rider and competitor, spending hours a day on one of his three bikes, which he called coyly his 'wife' and 'girlfriends.' Often during lunch and near the last break of the day he'd be talking about how expensive his girlfriends were and how steady his wife was in his life. I knew that he was divorced some time earlier and, although he had a fifteen year old son, he didn't have either a second wife or any girlfriends at the time. I also discovered the reason for this about three months after he'd started work.

One Friday night after a long day, I had been locking up when I heard an odd noise coming from the server room. Since I'd seen two of my three technicians already leave for the weekend, the only other person besides I who had access to the server room was Brian. Wondering why Brian would be here all by himself, I entered the code on the electronic lock of the server room and quietly opened the door and stole around the corner. I could see Brian quite clearly in the subdued lighting from the server panels as he sat with his knees spread wide on one of the tasks chairs.

His pants were down around his ankles and his shirt was pushed up to reveal a tight belly and hard pecs as well as thick thighs and calves. One arm was showing me his bicep action as its hand busily pumped away at his long slender cock while the other rested on the console. Brian's eyes were closed, but I could see from his facial expression, the tightening of his abs and the wriggling of his balls that he was close to shooting. As I had that thought he did indeed cum, his belly coated with thick ropes of spew as he moaned a guy's name over and over. Interestingly enough, it happened to be mine.

He sat there, breathing heavy as his heart slowed down and he rested in post-orgasmic haziness, so he didn't hear me come up beside him and drop a roll of paper towels upon his tight belly. Brian's eyes flew open as the towels hit his belly and stared at me. "Ah, damn," he said, his boyish smooth face flushing with embarrassment, "you caught me."

"Yeah," I said, enjoying the look of this muscular man caught with his pants down, figuratively and literally. "I also happened to catch the name you were moaning."

He reddened even more. "Oh, fuck. Well, cat's out of the bag, Mike. Guess you'll be looking for a new "New Guy." He started to stand up, but at my hand on his shoulder, he stopped and looked up at me.

"Why do you think that?" I said as I pulled off a few sheets of paper towel and then started wiping up the mess around his gorgeous half soft cock. "I'm rather flattered that the thought of me naked got you off." I tossed the spew soaked bundle of towels in my hand into the trash and then looked appraisingly at him. "Wonder if the real thing would give the same results." His cock immediately began filling out again. I laughed and said, "Guess so. Well, clean up. We'll go to my place to continue this."

I don't think I saw a guy wipe up and get dressed faster than Brian did and before I could turn around to the door his clothing was back in place and the server room didn't look like anybody had been there. We locked up and, following me on his bike (the 'wife') from the parking lot, we headed to my place, Brian arriving a few minutes behind me. We secured his bike in my garage and headed inside.

I pulled Brian into the bedroom by his waistband and then began taking his clothing off, piece by piece until he stood naked before me. He was just about six feet in height, about the same as I and his thinning brown hair was cut short. His blue eyes sparkled with delight as I moved my hands over his wide shoulders, slipped over his thick biceps and forearms and then moved down his front to grasp his hard pecs. I rubbed lightly over his tight abs, which caused him to laugh a bit and say he was ticklish there, making me grin as I did it again just to hear him laugh. The real prize, however, was when I pulled him close and, reaching around him, grasped his butt.

Thick, lightly hairy and bubbled with muscle and just a thin layer of fat to make it soft, Brian's butt was a work of male art. Nestled inside the thick cheeks and within a thicker pelt of brown hair my questing fingers found his pulsing asshole, the rosebud quivering as my fingertips brushed against it. I grasped those cheeks firmly and 'squeezed the Charmin', causing Brian to groan and his cock to twitch as it pressed against me.

"Oh, fuck, get naked," moaned Brian as he feverishly unbuttoned my shirt and yanked it out from my waistband. I grinned and let him strip me down and then moaned myself as he dropped to his knees and sucked my cock into his warm mouth. For a straight guy he was a good cock sucker, his technique bringing me to the edge two or three times before he stood up and grinned at me, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand before planting that mouth on mine.

We did a little standing frottage then, his body attempting to wrap around mine and rubbing almost every square inch, his hard cock against mine and his balls pressing into my own sack as he rubbed against me while we kissed. He moaned again and, just like in the server room, his cock erupted between our bodies, coating our bellies with his spew and then rubbing it into our skin and belly hair. I let him continue rubbing against me, his eyes glazed in pleasure, until he started to relax and then I took him over to the bed.

"My turn," I said as I flipped him onto his back and, donning a rubber and grabbing some lubricant, pulled his legs up onto my shoulders and lubed up his asshole. He just purred as I pulled his ass cheeks open and rubbed the liquid into his butthole, only stopping for a few heartbeats while my cock entered him and he adjusted to it. Moaning, he pulled me tightly against him and impaled him fully on my cock and then he released me to begin my slow, deep fucking rhythm that caused his cock to rise again for a third time that evening.

His ass was tight, only loosening up a bit as he got a bit more comfortable, the grin on his face echoing mine as he pumped at his hard cock. I enjoyed the play of muscle across his chest and his abs as they tightened and relaxed with the stimulation of his prostate internally and his cock from his stroking. I was getting close myself, as nothing arouses me more than watching the guy I'm fucking getting close to shooting and Brian was right at that point, his breathing quickening, his abs writhing and his asshole clamping and releasing around my shaft as his orgasm swelled inside him. Having shot twice that evening, it took him a bit longer, but when he'd reached that point, I felt and saw his body react before the first jets of cum flew from his cock to coat his chest and abs.

My orgasm, triggered by his, was intense, and we both hung suspended in time for what felt like eternity, our body's throbbing vessels of pure pleasure and connected cock to butt as we were, we kept the waves of pleasure rolling and breaking over us. I collapsed on top of Brian, only barely registering the meaty chest under mine as my cock softened and slowly slipped out of the tight canal it had so enjoyed. A few minutes later, I felt an arm curl around me and Brian's breathing slowing down, the light rise and fall below me lulling me into my own restful phase. His arm around me felt damn good, and my second surprise was when he turned and kissed me!

We lay like that for a good half hour and then I rolled off to flop tiredly beside him. He grinned and scooted close to me, but my next surprise was how carefully he removed the used rubber from my softened cock. Gently he pulled the tip away and then eased the rest of the rubber off my cock, tossing the whole thing into a handy wastebasket near the bed. He got up briefly and went to the bathroom, returning with a warm damp washcloth and towel, and cleaned up my groin, chest and abs before doing the same to himself. He dried me off, then himself, tossing the used washcloth and towel towards the bathroom and curled up beside me again.

"Mike, that was wonderful," he whispered as I stroked his chest and arms. "Thank you."

I smiled at him. "Thank you too, Brian." My hand moved down his body and when I got to his hip I whispered, "Turn over buddy." He looked at me, smiled and rolled onto his belly, spreading his legs a bit to not only let his balls and cock show but also allowing his slightly puffy rosebud to show. "This is what drew me to you, Brian, this nice ass of yours."

As I stroked it, I heard him laughing. "So my fabulous knowledge of servers and wireless technology didn't do it?"

I laughed with him. "Well, the university was drawn to that, Brian, but I had more personal reasons..." I squeezed his butt hard enough to make him squeal. "Think you're ready for some more?" He just laughed and spread his legs a bit wider while I put on and lubricated up another rubber...