Mark was distracted for the whole of the next week. He kept thinking back to the sex over the weekend and getting excited. He didn't know if it would happen again. In fact, he didn't have any contact details for Paul, so he couldn't call him and ask. He just had to wait until they next met.

Which was on Friday evening, in the pub. Paul arrived halfway through Mark's first pint. As they were in company they simply nodded recognition and muttered hellos. Paul hung his jacket over the back of the chair next to Mark and headed to the bar.

Two pints later Paul announced, "I shouldn't have any more. At least not until I've eaten. Does anyone else want to go for a curry?"

Paul's knee was pressed against Mark's leg. He took this as a signal. "It's been a while since I've had a curry. Yeah, I'm in." Everyone else around the table shook their heads. Paul had judged the suggestion well.

They drank up and bade their farewells before heading for the bus stop. "Of course," Paul said, "I have some chicken korma at mine. We could go there."

"That sounds like a good idea."

So they caught a bus in the opposite direction to the one they'd claimed. Paul led the way to his flat. Even before they'd got through the door Mark had an erection so hard it was almost painful for it to be trapped in his trousers. Paul noticed, and before putting the key in the flat's door he reached down and gently squeezed it through the fabric.

As soon as they were through the door Paul slammed it shut and pushed Mark up against it. He dropped to his knees and quickly released Mark's hard on. "I've been thinking about this all week." He licked the whole length and took the head in his mouth and soon had his lips far down the shaft.

Mark squirmed against the door. "Me too." he managed.

Paul was moving his head back and forth rapidly and smoothly. He paused at the top of every few swoops along Mark's cock to swirl his tongue around the head. Mark knew he was going to come soon. "Don't..." he managed just before the semen started to pump into Paul's mouth. Paul managed to catch all of the sticky fluid on his tongue, before swallowing it with a little wince.

Mark slid down the door. Paul sat back against the wall opposite. "I want you to fuck me. On the sofa."

"Okay." Mark quickly stripped out of his clothes and let Paul lead him to the living room. On the end of the sofa was a bag with all the lube and condoms they could possibly need. Mark felt himself getting hard again. He sat and examined the contents of the bag, but his attention quickly returned to Paul as the younger man started to undress.

"I thought I should get some supplies of my own." Paul announced. "I even got myself another butt plug." The plug wasn't in the bag. When Paul turned and bent over to remove his trousers and boxers Mark spotted the flared base, wedged between taut buttocks.

"You had that in when you were in the pub?"

"Of course. It took a bit of time to get it in, that's why I was so late. And there was only so long I could keep still with it in there. That's the real reason I had to leave the pub. Do you want to pull it out?"

Mark was rock hard again. "Yes." he managed.

Paul moved back until his calves were against the cushions of the sofa, either side of Mark's legs. Mark reached up to grasp the base of the butt plug. He tugged at it gently, and Paul's buttocks tightened as he tried to hold it in. He sighed as Mark pulled harder and drew the plug further out, then cried out as it popped past his sphincter.

Mark lubed up two fingers and slid them into Paul's arse. Clumsily, with his other hand, he tried to open a condom. Eventually he had to use his teeth to tear the wrapper open, then carefully rolled it down his cock. Impatiently, he squirted lubricant onto it. "Okay." he announced, pulling his fingers out of Paul.

Carefully, supported by Mark, Paul sat back and sank down toward Mark's hard on. As he got closer Mark gave him finer guidance, until his cock lodged at the rim of Paul's anus. Now they moved more carefully. Paul slowly put his weight onto Mark's cock, easing down it until he sat with it fully inside him.

Mark reached around and grasped Paul's hard on, gently stroking it. Paul sighed and started moving, as best he could. He couldn't move up and down very easily, so he ground back and forth instead. This was a slower session than their previous times. Mark wasn't making big movements inside Paul, but was stroking his cock hard and fast. It wasn't long until Paul leaned back as he came. His arse squeezed hard on Mark's cock, making him call out in sympathy.

When Paul had relaxed again he lifted his feet onto the front edge of the sofa and braced his hands against the rear cushion. Very carefully he lifted himself up and let himself back down again. It still wasn't as long a thrust as Mark would have managed if he'd been on top of Paul, but it was more than they'd managed before.

Even with Mark supporting him, Paul couldn't keep on moving up and down for long. Mark eased him onto his side and began thrusting into him. He was soon moving harder and faster as he got closer to coming. Paul was hard again, he reached down and stroked his semen slicked cock as he urged Mark on.

Mark came with a grunt, holding himself deep in Paul as he filled the condom. He put his hand over Paul's and together they carried on stroking the hard on together until the younger man came again.

They lay on the messy sofa for a while, recovering. Paul wiped himself, and the cushions, down with his T-shirt. Neither of them was sure what they were supposed to do immediately after sex. An urge to cuddle was balanced by discomfort. Without words they went through to the bathroom and showered.

When they were cleaned and dressed Paul heated the curry he had prepared. Sat on the sofa eating the curry and watching television he finally asked, "What are we doing? Is this, I don't know, a relationship?"

"I'm not sure. I've never had a relationship with another man."

"Don't start on I have never, that's how we got here."

"Do you want to keep on fucking?"

"Yes."

"So let's fuck every so often. No commitments."

"Fuck buddies?"

"I guess so."

"I've never had a fuck buddy."

They didn't know what being fuck buddies entailed. Neither of them was about to search the internet for guidelines. So they made it up as they went along.

Occasionally one of them would text the other, asking if they were doing anything later. They didn't always get together, and more than once they ended up playing video games without having any sex. Nights out at the pub didn't always end with sex, either, but some of their hottest sessions lasted from Friday night to Saturday afternoon. Once they fucked and sucked all the way through to Sunday night. It didn't seem that anyone else noticed their relationship. They were quiet about it, often even leaving events at different times. Neither of them expected the relationship, such as it was, to go on for long. Something would come along to change things.

That something was Julie. She moved into the flat below Mark's. With nothing else to do on the Saturday she arrived, he offered to help shift her boxes. "Thanks. I had help packing, but told them I'd be okay at this end. Pride's a terrible thing." She was short and slim, with cropped black hair, a pretty round face and grey eyes. Mark might not have offered to help a less attractive new neighbour. "Here. Can you be careful with that, it's crockery."

Paul turned up halfway through unloading the van. He watched, bemused. "I was dropping by to suggest video games or the pub, but this looks productive." He started shifting boxes too.

In next to no time they were done. Boxes were arrayed around Julie's flat, directly under Mark's, arranged by the room their contents were for. Julie beamed as she closed the door. "Thanks so much for the help. I've got to get the van back and pick up my own car. But I'd like to buy you two a meal, to say thank you for your help. How about tomorrow?"

Mark nodded, "Cool."

"About three?" Paul suggested.

"It's a date." Julie practically skipped down the stairs.

"I'm all sweaty now." Paul said after the front door had slammed closed.

"Shower?" Mark suggested.

After they'd dried each other off, at least, enough to generate erections, they walked from the bathroom to the bedroom. Paul lay down on the bed, invitingly holding his cock as close to vertical as he could manage. Mark straddled Paul's shoulders, angling his hips to aim his own erection roughly at Paul's mouth, and took his lover's hard on between his lips.

Paul tried his best to angle Mark into his mouth, but it just wasn't working. He laid the warm penis against his cheek and ordered, "Roll over. This'll work better if we're on our sides."

Mark managed the move without releasing Paul's cock head then, under direction, he arched his back and moved around until Paul could swallow him properly. They lay together, each gently exciting the other. They moved their lips up and down each other's shafts, swirled their tongues around the heads and even gently nipped with their teeth. Eventually Mark could hold out no longer. He panted over Paul's erection as the younger man sped up his head bobbing, coaxing him over the edge.

Mark came in Paul's mouth. Paul swallowed as much as he could of the semen, then licked around Mark's shaft and deep red head to clean them. When he could move again, Mark dedicated himself to taking Paul as deep as he could and sucking, licking and teasing him to orgasm. Then he too swallowed all he could and licked his lover's dick clean.

Sated, they lay where they were for a while. "Were you thinking of your new neighbour too?" Paul asked eventually.

"Yeah."

"What do you think?"

"I doubt she's as dirty as us."

"Maybe we should ask."

"How on Earth do we do that?"

"Haven't a clue."

Julie knocked on Mark's door, as promised, at three o'clock the following afternoon. Paul answered. "Come on in. He's trying to clear the level."

They watched Mark shoot his way down a corridor, turn a corner and get caught by heavy gunfire. When he died he shrugged and turned off the console and television.

"Where would you like me to take you?" Julie asked. She was wearing a light summer dress which came to just above her knees. When the light through the window caught it just right the fabric let some of the beams through, giving tantalising hints of the body it concealed.

"How about our local," Mark suggested, "it's just at the end of the street."

They chatted about the move on the way down the street. Paul pointed out his flat as they passed it. Across the road at the end of their street was the pub. It was a large building, set back from the road, which appeared grander and older than most of the houses around it. It gave the impression of once having stood there by itself, surrounded by fields, not noticing the slow crawl of urbanisation toward it.

The Sunday lunch crowd was busy. There were a lot of young, and not so young, professionals, and a large number of children. They managed to find a table outside, quickly stepping in to claim it as a family left, and settled down with the menus. After they had placed their food order and got the first round of drinks in Julie leant forward, inviting Paul and Mark to huddle closer so they could hear her conspiratorial whisper. "I know this might be rude, but I wanted to ask." she went red, "But, are you two, well....." she went an even deeper red, embarrassed as much by her inability to ask the question as the question itself.

"Are we?" Mark prompted.

"Are you gay?"

"Nope."

"But we do occasionally fuck." Paul chipped in.

Julie couldn't flush any redder than she already was, but it didn't subside as fast as it might have. "Oh, right. You're bisexual?" Mark and Paul nodded. "So you like women too?" Julie realised the redundancy of the question, but wanted them to confirm the answer for her. They both smiled and nodded. She appeared ready to ask another question, then thought better of it and sat back to take a gulp from her pint and cool down a bit. "How did you get together?" she managed after a moment.

Paul and Mark recounted the game of I Have Never and its dirty consequences. They kept their voices low so diners at nearby tables couldn't hear the tale, and they stopped completely when food and further beer arrived.

The subject of sex didn't arise again until they were on the way back from the meal. Julie took Mark and Paul by the hand as they walked tipsily along the street. "So..." she started, "In your relationship, is one of you the top and one the bottom?"

"We swap." Mark announced.

"But Mark's top more often." Paul conceded. "We should have more to drink." he announced, "This is my place and I have lots of bottles which should be emptied."

Paul produced beer from his fridge as soon as they were through the door. They took the bottles and sat on the sofa in the living room, Julie wedged between the two men. "I'm quite drunk." she announced, "But not too drunk to know what I'm doing."

"That's good to know." Mark said with a smile.

They drank quietly for a while. Julie drained her beer faster than Mark or Paul. "You're not trying to get so drunk you don't know what you're doing are you?" Paul asked.

"No. Just a little Dutch courage." she put down the bottle and laid a hand on Mark and Paul's nearest knee. "I've moved from a small town, where everyone knows everyone else's business. I'm here because of my new job, but I want to take advantage of being out of the gossip loop. It's a chance to be dirty."

"How dirty?" asked Mark as Julie's hand moved up his and Paul's legs.

"I don't know, yet. But it's great that I've met you two. I would really like to see you two make love. I've never seen two guys...."