It was another dull gray day at the cubicle farm and another cup of coffee would just bring on a caffeine headache while doing nothing to still the throbbing in my pants. The night before I had had to crash away from home; the suds had given me a head feeling stretched as tight as a drum and the talk had had my balls swollen to plums with no chance for relief. I stared at the screen and saw it was hardly worth staying at my desk. I saw the manager, who called me over and said, “Go take a break for a while. We’ll have some work in an hour. Be back by then. And for god’s sake, splash some water on your face.”
I snuck off back into the side hallway and went quietly into the supply storage room for the offices in the back of the building, which were usually closed until noon, ensuring a decent chance of solitude. I suspected I was not the only employee to use it for a quick private bout of pressure relief, so I quickly looked around to make sure it was unoccupied. I went down the first aisle to a table that had boxes stacked beside it and ducked under it; it was jammed up against the front shelves helping form the aisle, which contained boxes of cleaning fluid.
In the darkness under the table I unzipped quickly and pulled out my handkerchief. I grabbed my swollen, throbbing cock and stroked leisurely as I imagined backing my manager’s boss against a tree and pushing her administrative assistant down on her knees before her as I thrust home.
Three minutes later I was ready to burst, boss lady in my fevered mind approaching her fourth climax and hot-cunted minion her sixth, when I heard the door open and then lock. Trying to breathe as lightly and quietly as possible, I peeked through the crack between the top box and the shelf in front of me to see a high-ranking accountant, Rex, lean back in front of the wall in front of me, tent pole clearly visible. In thirty seconds he had his zipper open and a long, glorious cock stretching out and upwards, rigid and throbbing, eager for release. It was smooth and white, topped by a flaring purple head, blue veins marbling its shaft.
My straight fantasies gave way immediately to gay ones as he stroked the cock I wished to stroke. My heated fantasies about stroking a cock besides my own and slowly exploring it until it exploded in my hand or mouth flooded into my mind, and then to my astonishment he leaned over and with only slight struggle took the head of his cock between his lips. His breath was ragged as he slowly worked himself into his own mouth, and I could see the twitching of his cock as his head bobbed back and forth. His cheek before me poked out from his tongue moving back and forth under the head of his cock, then caved in from the suction.
Certainly he was very long, at least nine inches, but it still required remarkable flexibility to fold himself like that. I had tried it numerous times in pre-orgasmic frenzies and never got closer than three inches to my cockhead, but here he was taking three inches into his mouth. He clearly knew exactly how he liked it and sucked himself with abandon. In about three minutes his breathing peaked and his body went rigid. Suddenly his eyes pinched completely closed and he began swallowing as his cock twitched violently in his mouth. After what must have been ten spurts he relaxed and slowly disengaged himself from his pretzel, dribbles of cum oozing from the head of his cock and out of the corner of his lips.
Suddenly my heart stopped in fear and surprise as he crouched down and pulled out the box.
“Like the show?” he asked.
I managed to nod, and he said, “Well, come on out, Terry. Show me your spunk, you little voyeur.”
I swallowed, my throat dry and scratchy, shame and embarrassment competing with heightened desire, and he stood in front of me as I let my pants drop to my ankles in turn. He watched avidly as I grabbed my shaft with my right hand and positioned my handkerchief with my left, and after ten strokes drained myself into the cloth, staring fixedly at the reviving cock in front of me.
When I finished, he said, “Good. Now we have the goods on each other, so don’t even think of telling anyone or I will destroy you. Got it?” I nodded. “Now get to work.”
When I didn’t move, he said in exasperation and wariness, “Yes?”
“That was incredible. Could you…teach me?”
His face brightened and after a long thoughtful pause he said, “Sure. Let’s meet after work, your place. I’ll bring the beer, you bring the lip gloss.”
“Lip gloss?”
“Joke.”
I gave him my address quickly and we set a time as we pulled up our pants and smoothed out any wrinkles, and he then walked to the door and unlocked it. “Just a sec,” he said. He opened it and peeked out down the hall and then around the door, whereupon he nodded and looked back at me and motioned me forward, finger to his lips, and out into the hallway in the lee of the door. He said, “Hey, Terry, come here.” As I stood there he said, “Where are the spare cords?”
Just then the door closed a little and my hands went sweaty as I saw the administrative assistant from my dreams standing on the other side of the door, waiting to pass. I said, “Over here,” and pointed. “Second aisle, this side, halfway down, about shoulder height.”
I passed by him and walked behind Jane until we reached the lounge, where I had a cup of coffee and smiled wanly as Jane smirked, “How many beers did you have last night?”
“One too many, I think.”
“No, I think you had just the right amount. Only problem’s you didn’t drink enough water.”
“Probably not.”
She handed me a bottle of water and said, “Well, get started.”
I sipped it as I drank coffee, exhaustion and ethanol metabolites bedeviling my head, and went back to work. It was my long day, no classes to rush off to, and I managed to do a standard amount of work before slouching out the door at five. Ordinarily, I would have felt nothing but a dull need for mindless entertainment satisfied by a mindless movie rental, but tonight I had a date of sorts, my first time at anything besides my own hand and the occasional stolen boob squeeze, and the bounce in my step surprised me.
At 6:30, I had taken a hot shower and was finishing a small snack when Rex knocked. I opened the door and took the beers from him. I smiled, pleased he thought enough of our rendezvous to bring some good stuff. He said, “We have until 8:30 before my wife expects me.”
I goggled a little and said, “Does she know?”
“Oh yes. She and I have an arrangement.”
I blinked at that and asked, “How long have you…that…”
“Self-sucked? Oh, since high school.”
“Wow. It was incredible. I tried a few times but never made it all the way.”
“Well, let’s check your technique. What stretches do you do?”
“None.”
“Well, no wonder.” He grinned. “Let’s start with your back.”
We both stripped. The thought of what we were about to do fascinated and scared me, and I watched in awe as his muscular, well-toned body appeared before me. He moved nude with a grace and confidence I wished I could match, even with a massive erection thrusting proudly in front of him. That morning it had jutted out from his pants almost like a separate thing, but as he stood there nude it rose naturally from a thatch of thick hair and a beguilingly swollen scrotum.
In the past, I would have been ashamed to even glance at a nude man, but in our special circumstances, I merely stared openly, the solid flesh if anything hardening further under my view. He was ten inches long or so and thinner than mine. I looked up to see him smiling as he watched me. “How often do you jerk off?” he asked.
“Twice a day at least.”
He nodded. “You have a good tool for it.” I blushed a little as he looked at my cock matter-of-factly. “A little short to get most of it in your mouth, but really, you only need the head. Once you manage it you’ll do it every chance you get. It’s an incredible feeling, having your own cock in your mouth. But for that, you’ll have to get it there in the first place.”
For the next twenty minutes, he taught me a variety of stretches, and I stretched muscles I hadn’t exercised in years or ever, though my most regularly exercised muscle stayed hard and often throbbed close to release. I kept my hands off so’s not to spew prematurely, and I went through the motions with only half a mind as I thought of the pleasure waiting for me.
Finally he said, “Okay, try bending toward your lips now.” I sat in a chair and leaned forward to little success.
“Slide forward. Bend your neck.” He tried guiding me as I bent forward, but after five minutes I still had gotten only as far as I ever had in the past.
“You need to use your weight for this,” he said ponderingly, and looked around.
“Come here,” he said, and had me sit facing away from the wall. “Now do like I do.”
He rolled back until his feet rested on the wall, and then he tried a few experimental pushes forward, adjusting his position until his cock was close to his mouth. He wrapped his hands around his ass and pulled, bringing his cock to just below his lips. He then straightened out and sat up. “Like that.”
I did as he directed, slowly positioning myself as he guided me. When my feet were against the wall and I had slid until my cock stretched out along an arc that pointed toward my mouth, I pushed my legs. My cockhead came closer and closer, soon tantalizing me two inches away from my hungry lips. I could see the rubbery head as if through a lens, the furrow on the bottom eager for my tongue, my tongue eager for the taste of my cum, and I nearly wept at how near yet so far I was to a draining orgasmic bliss.
He massaged my back as I reached up to grab my ass, and he said, “Now push slowly and pull slowly. I’ll help guide you.” With those words he reached over and held my throbbing cock between his fingertips, aiming it toward my lips as my straining muscles cried out in tension I had never put them through before. With an exultant leap of my heart, I felt the tip brush my lips. I opened my lips as far as I could and pulled, slipping the head between them. I licked greedily, slicking up the head as Rex lightly stroked the shaft between his fingertips. I stared up at my wrinkled ball sac dangling above my eyes, the base of my shaft hidden behind them, Rex’s fingers obscuring the rest of the shaft.
The first dozen times I had masturbated, the experience had passed in a heated rush; I only remembered my purple head jutting up above my pistoning fist, streams of thick white goo torn out of me, pleasure washing over me as I marveled at the new world I had entered. Then came a month of focusing on every detail, staring at myself in a mirror from every angle I could, memorizing every twitch and every twinge as I worked myself slowly to a massive release. In the same way, I focused on making the experience last, feeling every texture of the head as my tongue greedily explored my own flesh, my lungs demanding air and my loins light and ready to spill. I closed my eyes and felt Rex’s fingers on my heated flesh. The thought of my first gay touch set my brain on fire, and I was suddenly determined to suck more than one cock that night.
I was getting close. I wanted to hold off, to savor the feel of my flesh under my tongue and lips, discover what felt best so I could do the same to him later. The stroking of his fingers, however, set a faster rhythm. I pushed against the discomfort it caused my straining back and felt the flare of my purple fireman’s helmet slip inside my lower lip. I sucked greedily, thrilling at the new sensations on my sensitive head, and heard Rex say, “Good job” as he withdrew his hand from my shaft to caress my balls. I tried to move my tongue, but only managed a delicious rubbing on the furrow on the underside of the head, so I concentrated on what I could manage.
I suckled at my cock as I held my ass tight toward me. While the head was incredible, I wanted the paradise of my cock fully within my throat. I loved the feeling of the spasms inside my cock when I masturbated, and suddenly I needed to feel them up close and even more personal between my lips. I wanted to experience every twinge and pulse, then compare and contrast with Rex’s body as I drained him into my throat.
That thought pushed me over the edge. With a final lunge, I slid all of my head further into my mouth and a whole inch of shaft between my lips and held tight as I ran my tongue across the top of the head, tart precum oozing into my mouth. The head swelled up even more, and I finally lost control. I continued pushing hard against the wall, slipping another inch or so inside me, and felt the joy of release as my muscles spasmed. With a pulse, the first spurt was torn out of me. I worked to swallow what I could as my balls drained into my waiting mouth; I could feel the tremors inside my cock as the hot fluid rushed into my throat. When my last spasm passed and the last drops of my juice lubricated the back of my throat, I stopped pulling and slowly disentangled myself.
Afterwards, I lay on the floor, exhausted and aware that my life had irrevocably changed. I was now experienced in something very few men could manage, and I was determined to practice until I was perfect. I looked over at Rex and said, “Thanks. I’ve wanted to suck my cock for so long.”
“No problem. It was an incredible sight. If we keep at it, you’ll be as good as me in a couple of weeks.”
His cock was fully erect and dribbling precum, and with more daring than I had ever dared before I said, “Your turn. But then you don’t need practice, do you?”
“I always need practice,” he grinned.
“How often do you practice?”
“Twice a week at least. Can’t do it too often or my back hurts like hell.”
“And you already did it once today.”
“Yep. Just showing you earlier was enough.”
“Well, I have to pay you for the lesson somehow.” With a quick look at his nod, I reached forward and began playing with his cock. “It was a really good lesson. You should charge a lot.”
“I do,” he said, and he rose to his knees next to me as I explored his cock greedily, hot and velvety between my fingers. It was twitching with each heartbeat, visually different from my own but under my fingers feeling much the same. I knew he was close to draining the fruit of his nuts all over my hands, white-hot and viscous, and while I was seized by the desire to watch his lust torn from his body, I was seized by the desire to mingle his sperm with mine in my stomach.
“At the very least I should pay you in like currency.”
“That would be acceptable, yes,” he hissed.
“This is my first time. Don’t expect too much.” With no further preliminaries, no fevered stroking of his glorious shaft, no caressing his chiseled torso, I pulled him toward me by his hips and he shifted himself so that his cock twitched above me. I pulled him down as he lowered his head to my cock, and with little hesitation, I spread my lips and took his head inside. Twirling my tongue, I felt him responding, holding back so as not to choke his student, and I opened wider and sucked him in.
I was finally living out my heated fantasies, sucking another man’s cock as he sucked mine instead of imagining my fist was his mouth, and I reached up to stroke his long cock with my fingertips, then grip it with my fist, so unlike mine and so beautiful. I felt every twitch and tasted every drop of precum, and my heart leapt for joy as his head so easily filled my mouth and then nestled in the back of my mouth. I held it there, working my jaw and stroking his shaft with my fingers on the crest along the bottom, my thumb along the top. His body was trembling as I worked my mouth and hand relentlessly on his magnificent implement. He grunted and moaned as I felt my first lover approaching the ultimate pleasure. Three inches of his shaft were in my mouth when he went rigid and moaned, “God, I’m coming.”
The head expanded and spat out the first pulse, overflowing out of the corner of my lips, then spewed again and again, heedless of my coughing as I tried to swallow his hot seed. I held his hips; his muscles were rigid under my fingers and screams were torn from his throat as I finally realized one of my deepest fantasies. Most of his cum I managed to swallow; a little dribbled down my cheeks. I felt him soften in my mouth, his body going slack. He pulled away, leaving me hard and ready, and sat back.
After a few minutes, he said, “Want another beer?”
“Hell yeah.”
We each opened a bottle and sat side by side on my couch. “So, Terry, you’ve really never sucked cock before?”
“Really.”
“You’re okay. You’ll get better.”
“I plan to.”
“You’re bi then? Or gay?”
“Well, bi, at least theoretically. Experience-wise I guess I’m gay.”
He stared at me. “No women? A guy like you?”
“Whaddya mean, a guy like me? I’m just a Joe Schmo. Plain and poor and boring.”
“Don’t think so mainstream. You look fine. Yeah, you’re not a movie star, but some women would go for you like catnip. Or they will once you get some experience. Get over your shyness. Dare to run some risks, get shot out of the saddle a few times.”
I shrugged, “Maybe I will someday.”
“Well, anyway, how long have you wanted to suck cock?”
“Years.”
“Do you jerk off at work a lot?”
“No. Rarely. Today was maybe the fourth time.”
“Good. Wise. It’s not a thing for work. Firing offense it could be.”
“Uh huh.” I looked at him levelly.
“Hey, what can I say? Laura came in today. She’s a legend in our department. Used to be a cheerleader and still hot. Bustier than when she was a cheerleader too, and she loves to flaunt it. Flirts like a wet dream; just so much fun to deal with. Today I just couldn’t stand it. You were the beneficiary.”
We were both hard by this time. I looked at the clock and said, “Forty-five minutes. Whatever can we do?”
“Practice makes perfect.” We began stroking each other, and soon we fell into another heated sixty-nine. Less pressed this time, I played with his cock, glorying in its different textures under my tongue, under my fingers, and between my lips, then inside my mouth. At the same time, Rex sucked me expertly, slowly bringing me to the edge and then pulling back. Finally, he opened wide and pulled me into his throat, his nose pressed against my pelvis, and with a groan I unloaded in a heated flood, the back of his throat nursing my throbbing cockhead.
After I caught my breath I dived deep, seeking to give him equal pleasure. Slowly I worked his head into the back of my mouth and tried to suppress the gagging. This time it didn’t work, so I settled for nursing him to a massive flood past my adenoids and down the throat. He groaned loudly as I drained him, his body rigid under my hands, and finally collapsed.
“I’m done for the night,” he said.
“Me too, I think.”
“Time for one more beer, then I have to go.”
We opened another beer each and toasted each other. “To the best virgin I ever had.”
“To the best teacher a guy could wish for.”
We drank quietly for a minute and he said, “When do you want your next lesson? I recommend three days. For your back to recover. And you have to start doing stretches regularly.”
“I plan to. Probably take yoga at college.”
“That’s a great idea. Not just for this. You learn to relax, control your mind, focus…you also get to where you can suck yourself really well.”
“And you too, no doubt.”
We laughed, and he warned, “Remember though the lack of wisdom of fishing off the company pier.”
“It’s not so hard with a rod like yours, I’m sure.”
He coughed and laughed, “Touché. But I’m a married man, you know. My relations with the women of the store have to be pristine. Perfectly proper. Even the impression of wrongdoing is poison. Remember that. Never forget it and never think of your coworkers as friends unless they really are. Otherwise, they’re only just your friends when you don’t work with them anymore. Hard-earned wisdom, my friend.”
“So you’ve never had anything with the women in the store?”
“No, I have…but only a couple of times, when I knew them well and knew them outside of work. And not in my department, never ever. It’s unwise, but more than that it can easily go wrong. Be wrong. Especially for the woman; there’s no way she wouldn’t suffer if anything went wrong. And when it did start, everything was hashed out in advance.”
“I’m not being impertinent, but I’m really curious. What did your wife think?”
“One was before we married. The other she agreed to, for various reasons we need not go into. But she gets her own.”
“Is it a hard thing?”
“Knowing she has other lovers? Not since we’re honest. Open and above board. We’re not sluts. She’s had eight, I’ve had seven over the past ten years. It’s really almost tit for tat for us. We go along fine for half a year, then one of us finds someone else for a while, and the other gets to choose someone for a while. Actually, it was a little hard for her to start, but she was the one who suggested it. She’s Catholic, you know. She started fantasizing I was one of her regular customers, confessed in guilt to me after the hottest sex we’d had in months, then leapt at the chance when I said she could get with him. We set the rules and they’ve worked fine since then.”
“Am I your first man since you married?”
“Second.”
“What does she think of that?”
“Her second was a woman.” He shrugged.
After a long pause, I said, “I’m glad that works out.”
“It does. We worried at first. It takes work, but all marriages do. –Anyway, I should start walking back.”
That night after he left I had a crisis of conscience, worried whether I was doing the right thing. I fell asleep finally with a clenched stomach, but in the light of day simply smiled and remembered the feel of his cock in my hand and mouth. My climax was fast and hard, and I was early to work.
Even though the day was if anything gloomier than the day before, I was happy, well rested, and eager enough to go to work. Having afternoon classes to look forward to helped, but mostly, of course, it was the experience of finally having sex. For years I had pursued women fruitlessly, shy and bothered as they occasionally took pity on me enough to let me kiss them and once or twice feel their breasts. I thought only occasionally of the fact that it was a man I had bedded, which did not sit easily with me but had long fascinated me in odd testosterone-drenched moments. Above all, something new had happened to me, something joyous beyond the daily grind of shit work and intro classes, ramen noodles and cheap beer, mindless movies when too tired to think and books otherwise, in an unending, unedifying sequence stretching out endlessly before me until death. Class too was interesting; a better classical novel than before, or perhaps one I finally was grown up enough to appreciate, an interesting bit of history for once, and an easier bit of statistics than I had expected. I finished my homework quickly and slept the sleep of the guilt-free hard-working student, and the next day the spell hadn’t ended.
For the next two weeks Rex showed up at 6:30 again every other weeknight, MWF. Three Wednesdays after we started, we chatted as we stripped, and he followed me into my bedroom. I did stretches for several minutes and then moved into position. Soon I had positioned myself right and began pushing; when my cock got close, I reached up and pulled myself home with much more ease than before. I opened wide and took myself in head-deep, and over the next five minutes explored myself at my leisure, less strain than I expected in my back, licking and sucking as I built to a satisfying climax. As with the last time, my orgasm hit suddenly; a wave washed over me as my loins quivered and clenched, and just like that my mouth was full of thick cum. I swallowed as the next spurt flowed in, and over the next fifteen seconds marveled at my pulsating flesh filling my mouth.
When I lay exhausted on the floor, Rex said, “Back hurt?”
“Yeah.”
“Here.” He pulled out a bottle of lotion and said, “My treat.”
He had me roll over and slowly massaged oil into my shoulders. As he started an expert massage, he said, “So, you gay yet?”
I laughed. “Nope, as bi as ever.”
He smiled, “Yeah, I’d hate to have to choose just one team.”
“Tell me about your first woman.”
“She was a year older than me. I was a junior. In high school, of course. She was experienced and pursued me and taught me a lot.”
We then chatted about his old lovers as he massaged my back. After a few minutes he said, “So, my wife was curious about you.”
“Really.”
“Yeah. She thought it was sweet you haven’t had a woman.”
“Sweet?”
“You know, touches the heartstrings.” After a minute he said, “We discussed it, and she’d like to…meet you. See if anything happens.”
“And you’re okay with that?”
“Yes.” He was oiling and massaging my buttocks by this point, and he said, “On one condition, of course.”
“Oh?”
“There’s a price, you know.”
His fingers were caressing my ass firmly, and suspecting what was to come I asked, “And what would that be?”
He caressed my asshole lightly with his oiled fingers and said, “What do you think?”
He had shown me a picture of his wife, a beauty with full breasts and jet black hair, soulful brown eyes and rounded lips, and the thought of exploring her body and joining with her was irresistible, and certainly worth the price, for his fingers were light and pleasuring.
“Maybe.”
His fingers rubbed more firmly, and soon the tips of two of them entered me. As they worked slowly but surely deeper inside me, I said, “Yes. God yes.”
My rectum relaxed as my cock hardened, and he said, “You let me fuck you, I let you fuck my wife. Only fair.” I nodded, awash with shame and delight at the new sensations, afraid of the pain but eager to finally sink myself into a beautiful woman.
He let me get used to his fingers as they explored me, and after ten minutes he said, “I think you’re ready.” He shifted to kneel behind me and lifted me to my knees. I heard him slathering his cock with oil, and then I felt the slick head press against me. “Yes, I’m going to plant my seed inside you like Pilar might let you do to her.” He worked himself in easily and rested once the flare of his head passed through my ring. “Oh yes, you want Pilar’s cunt bad, don’t you? Your ass is almost as easy to fuck as her cunt. I hope for her sake you last longer than I will.” I was fully erect and eager for him, and I pushed back to impale myself on him. Groaning, “God, you want it like Pilar does,” he pushed forward and entered me to the hilt in one swift plunge, ripping my ass apart, it felt, as he fucked me furiously in a dozen thrusts, then slowly worked back and forth.
I started circling my hips and squeezing down on his member, and with a groan he said, “I can’t hold back. Hold on.” He grabbed my hips and thrust hard into me. His cock felt again like it was splitting me apart, burying itself repeatedly in my belly, giving me an unexpected pleasure, and with a rush I spewed spontaneously onto the carpet. My climax triggered his, and I felt him filling me with his cum.
He lay on top of me, wilting inside me as I thought about what we had just done. He laughed, “You really want Pilar, don’t you?”
“I wanted you too.”
“But you want her more. Admit it.”
“Yes.”
“Have dinner with us tomorrow night. I’ll help break the ice, and then I’ll discreetly withdraw if she agrees.”
“Of course.”
“Remember, she hasn’t decided yet. You still have to convince her. She loves to be romanced. Don’t hide your attraction for her; don’t be crass about it either. Go slow, tease her a little, caress her a lot, and express yourself. She is turned off by silent types. Strong she loves, but not silent. Take the lead but follow her signs. And if she does accept you as her lover, you will be expected to spend the night and wake up with her. Breakfast together, and lunch, and what you do between those is for you two to decide. She doesn’t go lightly into her affairs. Don’t think you’re just playing around. Still up for it?”
“The more you talk, the more I want her.”
“Good.”