My office mate John

I’d known John for a few years.  We’d worked together, we were buddies but not close friends.  We’d go out for a few beers after work, now and again, we’d chat around the office or at office parties but didn’t really hang out too much beyond that. 

John is about 5’6”, slim (30-inch waist kinda slim), dark brown hair, light skin, green eyes.  He always dressed very nicely. 

In our office, Christmas parties are always during the day, so the staff often arranges an after party.  This particular year, as the main party was wrapping up, John mentioned that he wanted to smoke but he’d left his stash at home.  He asked if I wanted to come back with him to get it and relax a bit before the after party.  I honestly had no ulterior motive, was just buzzed and comfortable, so I said sure.

When we got to his place, we both kicked off our shoes and relaxed while he lit up.  He handed me the joint and disappeared for a few minutes, when he came back, he was dressed in jeans and a white tee shirt.  No socks.  I have always found a guy in jeans and bare feet to be a very sexy look.  I have never been a foot fetishist, feet are feet, but he has these tiny little feet with button toes and just a wisp of hair on the top of each foot.  And he just looked, well, cute. He plopped down on the sofa beside me and lifted those cute little toes up to rest on the edge of the coffee table.  And suddenly I had ulterior motives.

I don’t know what possessed me but after I handed him the last part of the joint, and he’d taken a hit, I leaned in and kissed him. I ended the kiss by chewing on his lower lip.  He sat there for a minute, tried to take a hit and then put the joint down and pushed me down onto the sofa and kissed me back. 

Our tongues entwined, my hand caressed his back, his neck and ran through his short hair.  I lifted his shirt and slowly worked it up to pull it up and over his head.  He was now laying bare chested on top of me. He does not have much body hair, but vibrant pinkish nipples that, I found were very sensitive.  I lifted him up until I could take one then the other nipple into my mouth.  He moaned loudly, at the first touch of my tongue and shivered noticeably.

Meanwhile his hands were busy unbuttoning my shirt and struggling to open my belt.

He was anxious and I wasn’t about to stop him, so I helped him and soon we were both naked, hard cocks pressed between out bellies, his belly flat and mine rounded and the dew from both cocks collecting in my belly fur.

Reaching down between us, I took hold of his cock.  Don’t ask me how this had come up but some time ago, we’d discussed cock size and he’d let me know he was “average for a white guy” which I took to mean about six inches.  When I wrapped my hand around his hardness I could finally see, feel and judge for myself.  He was about 5.5”, not thick, smallish balls.  I’m about 6, not too thick with big balls.  

Stroking his cock, it felt plenty big enough for my hand and I knew I’d enjoy it in my throat.

Lifting him off me, we repositioned, and I took his hot cock into my mouth.  Perfect fit.  My father always said more than a mouthful is a waste, of course he was talking about boobs – I think. I licked the head, he’s cut, traced around the crown and the down the shaft to take each of his balls and then both of them into my mouth.  His cock jumped and leaked a prodigious amount of pre.

Finally, I took his whole shaft into my mouth until I rested on the base, his short pubic hair mixing with my mustache. Up I came, then down again, full strokes. He held my head and fucked into my mouth trying to get deeper still.

Then he lifted my mouth off his cock and asked if he could suck mine.  He nervously confessed that this was his first time with a guy and didn’t want to blow it. Well he wanted to blow it, just not “Blow” it.  I told him not to worry and he crawled between my legs and tried to copy what I had done to him.  My balls are too big for him to get both in his mouth, but he did try.  He was a bit clumsy at sucking but his enthusiasm more than made up for lack of experience and he soon had me gasping and ready to cum. 

I had to stop him, as I wasn’t ready to end this, just yet. 

We moved to the bedroom, leaving a living room strewn with cloths, and moved naturally into a 69 position on his bed.  He took me into his mouth again, to the root, which even though I’m not large, for a rookie is damn good.  I took him as well and rolled him on top. I reached around his body and started to knead his ass cheeks as he fucked my mouth. His head continued to bob up and down on my cock. In this position he was able to control how deep my cock went into his throat, which was pretty much all the way, each stroke.

As I’d been sucking his cock, he must have been getting close as his balls had almost completely receded into his body, just small bumps remained on the surface, I couldn’t take them into my mouth anymore.  I took his cock out of my mouth and slid my tongue over each of them, then to his taint and finally to his tight pink hole.

He jumped when my tongue touched his tight cherry hole and he stopped sucking to say he wasn’t sure about ass play.  I didn’t answer, just probed deeper with my tongue.  He tightened up, clenching out of reflex.  I stopped long enough to say “If you want me to stop I’ll stop but you’ll like it I promise.” In answer he lowered his ass back to my face, which I took as the permission to continue.

His cock was pulsing crazily against my neck and chest.  My tongue went back to work and so did his mouth.  After a few minutes he relaxed, and I was able to get my tongue into him.

As soon as I pierced him, he came. And came.  He groaned, a primal sound.  He lifted off my cock and grasped it tightly as the orgasm washed over him and his seed spilled onto my chest and belly.  He’d have hit my cock with the first few pulses, if the angle had been better.

The grip he had on my cock and the convulsions he was going through pushed me over the edge, and I sprayed his face and hair with my load.  It looked really good decorating his dark hair.

We both rolled over and lay back, catching our breaths.  He reached up and felt the cum on his face and in his air, and laughed. He said he never thought, in a million years, he’d wear another man’s load.  After a few minutes, he got up and jumped in the shower. I followed him into the bathroom and I took a damp cloth and cleaned up my chest and belly.  We kissed again when he stepped out of the shower, his cock looked wonderful all soft and nestled above his balls (he sits just about 3 inches soft). I fondled him, but his cock didn’t stir.  We dressed and headed out to the after party.

A few weeks later, my good friend Bella, also a co-worker, admitted that she’s been dating John for sometime,-- I had no idea, I may not have acted on that night if I’d known -- but something odd has happened, she told me. Suddenly he wants her to play with his ass. That’s not something he’s ever asked for before and at first, she was confused but now she thinks maybe he’s gay. She wanted my advice.   I said, admitting nothing, that a lot of men enjoy anal play and anal orgasms, and it doesn’t make them gay and that maybe she should get a strap on and see if he likes it. I did say she should start small though, I did not tell her that from personal experience I knew he'd be tight.    She said, no maybe you should come and fuck him.  She was joking but then again, a few weeks later, she wasn’t and I did.