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I want to try my hand in writing a good story... so here goes nothing!
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I woke up, just like another typical Monday morning, as I prepared myself for work. But today wasn't just an ordinary day; today, Marcos returned from his three week vacation. I worried for a while where he had gone, until another co-worker had informed me of his trip with his girlfriend. My heart sank at first when she mentioned 'girlfriend,' but I soon got over it, and kept on my way, still fantasizing about him.
I get to work, and see he's there, stacking boxes on a pallet for an order that needs to go out. We work in a warehouse, and it entails us doing our share of physical labor. In the summer, it gets so hot in there, to the point where we're in tank tops and shorts. Oh, how the sweat glistens off his near shirtless upper half as he works. His muscles flexing with every move he makes, and his cute bubble butt being exposed through his shorts as he bends over. Could I be crazy for finding him so attractive? Was it something I needed to shake out of my head? He gives me these passing smiles... God, how they're adorable. But he has a girlfriend? Am I wrong to want to sleep with a straight man?
We learn that day of another co-worker, throwing a party outside of work for a special occasion. Both of us are invited, and we have a small conversation about it on our lunch break.
"Hey man, are you going to Marie's party on Friday?" I ask with a slight nervous hesitation in my voice.
"Yeah, I think I'll stop by and see what's on the up," he said as he swallowed his food, "are you?"
"Yeah, I'll be there. See you there then."
I walked away, regretting how I handled the situation. Why couldn't I have a normal one-on-one conversation with him? With each time I talked to him, I show more signs of my sexuality, and my desire for him. I suppose we'll just see each other at this social get-together, and leave it at that.
--flash forward to Friday evening--
The day of the party had finally arrived, and that workday had dragged on. I caught myself staring at Marcos several times as we both worked in our different areas. How he could possibly find someone like me even remotely attractive would be a shocker. I mean, I'm not the skinniest boy, average height, and no muscle mass built up. Sure, I could get women, but I don't want to date women right now... I want a man!
I arrive at the party a little late, to find him talking with some other co-workers of mine. I casually (and very smoothly I must add) waltz up and join the conversation. I notice him giving me the little smirks I see at work, only more frequently, and for longer amounts of time. Could it be the alcohol? The other women? The lower lighting?
I walk outside for a cigarette, only to be followed by him. He asks for my lighter, and as we both stand there smoking our brands of choice, he starts talking to me in a rather flirtatious manner.
"How's the party?" He said in a lower, more relaxed voice.
"It's... going pretty well, I think. Not all that exciting." I replied, taken aback by his tone.
"You know, we should go into the other room after we're done here. When I went up to take a piss, I noticed a door open upstairs, and stumbled upon some cool shit on the wall. I want to show you." He said before he took a drag of his Marlboro Red.
"Okay, sure." I replied in an overly hasty fashion.
Was this really what I thought it was?! Could this be a moment I've dreamed about? We walk up the stairs, unseen by others. We creep into the room; it's an amazing sight, filled with tons of artifacts from the sea, sailing, and coastal navigation. I must admit, it was a pretty sight. I turn around and say, "this is a nice room. I can tell they're into sailing."
"No shit, eh?" He said with a laugh as he looked at an old compass on a shelf.
"But that's not all I wanted to show you," he said as he walked over to me, putting his arm on my shoulder.
My muscles tensed as I braced for the next move, my heart racing as I can feel his breath next to my ear.
"Look down," he said as he whispered. I follow his command, and look to see something I didn't expect. A sterling silver necklace coiled up in his hand.
"Isn't this bad ass?" he said with a smile. Slowly backing away from me.
"Yeah... that's pretty cool." My heart shattered. I felt completely isolated. I didn't know how else to handle talking to him.
"Well, if that's it, I guess I'll go back downstairs," I said as I quickly walked to the door. He ran in front of me, and locked it. I looked at him puzzled.
"This is for you, Brandon," he said as he set it on the dresser. He slowly walked to me. "I know you like me... and I've come to realize that I like you, too. I want tonight to be special, and I wanted to give you something special from me... that's my old necklace I received from my father before he died. I want you to have it."
I was awestruck. My head was circling with passion, fear, and lust. Without hesitation, I embraced him in a kiss. I caught him off guard when I leaped to him, our lips locking, breath seeping our through our nostrils in an attempt to never unlock our tongues. He slowly reached down and popped the button on my jeans, which made them start to fall on their own. His lips left mine as he worked both hands to my zipper, pulling it down, and letting my jeans fall to my ankles.
By this time, my cock had grown to its full erect 6 inches as he helped me pull my shirt off. I was groping his tight ass as he was rubbing his hands up and down my back. I worked my hands down to his belt, unlatching it, then unbuttoning his baggy shorts. His 7 inch cock stood at full attention in his boxers, precum oozing through the cotton fabric. Without hesitation, I dropped to my knees. I slowly pulled his underwear down below his cock, and sucked the precum off of them, savoring each salty drop. He was moaning, and breathing heavier than usual, but this time, it was going to be well worth it for him.
My tongue caressed the tip of his cut cock, lapping up all the dripping precum seeping from his piss slit. He shook with excitement, as I ran the tip of my tongue under his acorn shaped dickhead, working my way down the base of his shaft, to his untrimmed pubic hair. I buried my nose in the musky smell of his balls, becoming more excited as I worked my way back up the shaft. I eventually took the entire 7 inches in my mouth, almost causing him to collapse in pleasure. I motioned him to lay down on the floor as I took my mouth away from his cock, that was moist and warm from my saliva. He obeyed and lied down on the smooth carpet below our feet. I threw my face back down to his genitals, but this time, licking his savory testicles, feeling the scrotum skin tighten with pleasure. I worked down further and further, briefly licking his taint, and for a few moments, his sweet hole. He groaned in pleasure at the feeling of my tongue in his asshole. I wasn't there for long this time... I had much bigger plans there shortly.
I continued to suck his cock for a while, feeling his head hit the back of my mouth, listening to his groans of pleasure. Finally, he had hit the point of no return, mustering out "Brandon, man I'm gonna cum!" I braced for the shots that would pulsate from his savory dick, and I'm glad I did. With that being said, he flexed his body upward, thrusting his cock as far as he could into my mouth, lifting his legs as he shot a hot stream of warm, sweet cum into my waiting throat. He let out four more shoots, all of which I swallowed with no hesitation, careful to miss not one drop, before he had finally collapsed back down on the carpet, in exhaustion of what he had just produced. I pull limp cock from my mouth, and suck off the last bit of remaining cum I had missed. I looked him in the eye; the look of passion and almost what seemed like love in his eyes was enough to keep my cock rock hard.
"Turn over on your stomach," I said, "I've been waiting for this for a long time."
He obeyed and rolled over on his stomach. I kissed his back, as I slowly worked my way down to his sweet ass. It was such an amazing sight, looking amazing in the low light we had in the room. I spread his legs, and proceeded to eat out his savory hole. He tensed and clenched as he had before as my tongue entered his ass. I eased off for a second, by after a few more tries, he finally relaxed his hole. I took some saliva from my own mouth, and lubed up my cock.
"Are you ready, Marcos?" I asked as I was there, kneeling in front of his hole.
"Yes, Brandon. Fuck me... I want it so bad."
With that, I rubbed a little more saliva on my penis, and slowly pushed my dick to the opening of his ass. He clenched in pain at first, and I stopped. "Are you okay?" I asked with concern as his breaths became short. "Yes." he shortly replied, and with that, I continued to push my hard cock into his tight ass. Groaning in pleasure.
He was a virgin with men, and his ass had never been fucked. The feeling was amazing, and the thought of being his first was a major turn on for me. I started off slowly, rocking back and forth for a few minutes. I increased my pace, assuring he was all right along the way. After ten minutes, I had found a steady pace of thrusting in and out of his ass. He gasped in a mixture of pleasure and pain as my balls slapped against his, in the hot love we were making.
After what seemed like hours, I had reached my peak. I sped up my pace, and my breathing became shallow. I let out a loud moan, as strands of cum filled his ass. I've never came so hard in my life, and the fact that I was shooting my hot load in my secret lover's ass was the most amazing feeling ever. I shot off six individual spurts, finally collapsing on top of him, sweating insanely, and breathing heavily.
"I had a great time, Brandon," he said as I laid there, my softening cock still inside of him.
"Me too, Marcos," I replied, exhausted.
I pulled my cock out of him, watching as a bit oozed out of his stretched out asshole. I went so far as to clean his hole, to avoid us having to shower. We dressed, and slowly walked out of the room, checking our surroundings as we went to rejoin the party.
After the party had ended, and I drove home, I got a text message from an unknown number:
"hey, this is marcos i had a fun time 2nite and i want 2 do this again. i think i luv u. idk tho. ttyl"
My mind swirled in passion, excitement, and possible love as I re-read what my supposed straight co-worker had said. I couldn't wait to do this again. Oh, and the necklace? I haven't taken it off since that night.
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Well... it's very long, but I think it's good. May be some grammatical errors here and there, but please tell me what you think. If you all liked it enough, I'll consider posting another story pertaining to me and my co-worker.
P.S. He's a real co-worker by the way... this obviously hasn't happened, but this is portraying my real feelings for him.
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I woke up, just like another typical Monday morning, as I prepared myself for work. But today wasn't just an ordinary day; today, Marcos returned from his three week vacation. I worried for a while where he had gone, until another co-worker had informed me of his trip with his girlfriend. My heart sank at first when she mentioned 'girlfriend,' but I soon got over it, and kept on my way, still fantasizing about him.
I get to work, and see he's there, stacking boxes on a pallet for an order that needs to go out. We work in a warehouse, and it entails us doing our share of physical labor. In the summer, it gets so hot in there, to the point where we're in tank tops and shorts. Oh, how the sweat glistens off his near shirtless upper half as he works. His muscles flexing with every move he makes, and his cute bubble butt being exposed through his shorts as he bends over. Could I be crazy for finding him so attractive? Was it something I needed to shake out of my head? He gives me these passing smiles... God, how they're adorable. But he has a girlfriend? Am I wrong to want to sleep with a straight man?
We learn that day of another co-worker, throwing a party outside of work for a special occasion. Both of us are invited, and we have a small conversation about it on our lunch break.
"Hey man, are you going to Marie's party on Friday?" I ask with a slight nervous hesitation in my voice.
"Yeah, I think I'll stop by and see what's on the up," he said as he swallowed his food, "are you?"
"Yeah, I'll be there. See you there then."
I walked away, regretting how I handled the situation. Why couldn't I have a normal one-on-one conversation with him? With each time I talked to him, I show more signs of my sexuality, and my desire for him. I suppose we'll just see each other at this social get-together, and leave it at that.
--flash forward to Friday evening--
The day of the party had finally arrived, and that workday had dragged on. I caught myself staring at Marcos several times as we both worked in our different areas. How he could possibly find someone like me even remotely attractive would be a shocker. I mean, I'm not the skinniest boy, average height, and no muscle mass built up. Sure, I could get women, but I don't want to date women right now... I want a man!
I arrive at the party a little late, to find him talking with some other co-workers of mine. I casually (and very smoothly I must add) waltz up and join the conversation. I notice him giving me the little smirks I see at work, only more frequently, and for longer amounts of time. Could it be the alcohol? The other women? The lower lighting?
I walk outside for a cigarette, only to be followed by him. He asks for my lighter, and as we both stand there smoking our brands of choice, he starts talking to me in a rather flirtatious manner.
"How's the party?" He said in a lower, more relaxed voice.
"It's... going pretty well, I think. Not all that exciting." I replied, taken aback by his tone.
"You know, we should go into the other room after we're done here. When I went up to take a piss, I noticed a door open upstairs, and stumbled upon some cool shit on the wall. I want to show you." He said before he took a drag of his Marlboro Red.
"Okay, sure." I replied in an overly hasty fashion.
Was this really what I thought it was?! Could this be a moment I've dreamed about? We walk up the stairs, unseen by others. We creep into the room; it's an amazing sight, filled with tons of artifacts from the sea, sailing, and coastal navigation. I must admit, it was a pretty sight. I turn around and say, "this is a nice room. I can tell they're into sailing."
"No shit, eh?" He said with a laugh as he looked at an old compass on a shelf.
"But that's not all I wanted to show you," he said as he walked over to me, putting his arm on my shoulder.
My muscles tensed as I braced for the next move, my heart racing as I can feel his breath next to my ear.
"Look down," he said as he whispered. I follow his command, and look to see something I didn't expect. A sterling silver necklace coiled up in his hand.
"Isn't this bad ass?" he said with a smile. Slowly backing away from me.
"Yeah... that's pretty cool." My heart shattered. I felt completely isolated. I didn't know how else to handle talking to him.
"Well, if that's it, I guess I'll go back downstairs," I said as I quickly walked to the door. He ran in front of me, and locked it. I looked at him puzzled.
"This is for you, Brandon," he said as he set it on the dresser. He slowly walked to me. "I know you like me... and I've come to realize that I like you, too. I want tonight to be special, and I wanted to give you something special from me... that's my old necklace I received from my father before he died. I want you to have it."
I was awestruck. My head was circling with passion, fear, and lust. Without hesitation, I embraced him in a kiss. I caught him off guard when I leaped to him, our lips locking, breath seeping our through our nostrils in an attempt to never unlock our tongues. He slowly reached down and popped the button on my jeans, which made them start to fall on their own. His lips left mine as he worked both hands to my zipper, pulling it down, and letting my jeans fall to my ankles.
By this time, my cock had grown to its full erect 6 inches as he helped me pull my shirt off. I was groping his tight ass as he was rubbing his hands up and down my back. I worked my hands down to his belt, unlatching it, then unbuttoning his baggy shorts. His 7 inch cock stood at full attention in his boxers, precum oozing through the cotton fabric. Without hesitation, I dropped to my knees. I slowly pulled his underwear down below his cock, and sucked the precum off of them, savoring each salty drop. He was moaning, and breathing heavier than usual, but this time, it was going to be well worth it for him.
My tongue caressed the tip of his cut cock, lapping up all the dripping precum seeping from his piss slit. He shook with excitement, as I ran the tip of my tongue under his acorn shaped dickhead, working my way down the base of his shaft, to his untrimmed pubic hair. I buried my nose in the musky smell of his balls, becoming more excited as I worked my way back up the shaft. I eventually took the entire 7 inches in my mouth, almost causing him to collapse in pleasure. I motioned him to lay down on the floor as I took my mouth away from his cock, that was moist and warm from my saliva. He obeyed and lied down on the smooth carpet below our feet. I threw my face back down to his genitals, but this time, licking his savory testicles, feeling the scrotum skin tighten with pleasure. I worked down further and further, briefly licking his taint, and for a few moments, his sweet hole. He groaned in pleasure at the feeling of my tongue in his asshole. I wasn't there for long this time... I had much bigger plans there shortly.
I continued to suck his cock for a while, feeling his head hit the back of my mouth, listening to his groans of pleasure. Finally, he had hit the point of no return, mustering out "Brandon, man I'm gonna cum!" I braced for the shots that would pulsate from his savory dick, and I'm glad I did. With that being said, he flexed his body upward, thrusting his cock as far as he could into my mouth, lifting his legs as he shot a hot stream of warm, sweet cum into my waiting throat. He let out four more shoots, all of which I swallowed with no hesitation, careful to miss not one drop, before he had finally collapsed back down on the carpet, in exhaustion of what he had just produced. I pull limp cock from my mouth, and suck off the last bit of remaining cum I had missed. I looked him in the eye; the look of passion and almost what seemed like love in his eyes was enough to keep my cock rock hard.
"Turn over on your stomach," I said, "I've been waiting for this for a long time."
He obeyed and rolled over on his stomach. I kissed his back, as I slowly worked my way down to his sweet ass. It was such an amazing sight, looking amazing in the low light we had in the room. I spread his legs, and proceeded to eat out his savory hole. He tensed and clenched as he had before as my tongue entered his ass. I eased off for a second, by after a few more tries, he finally relaxed his hole. I took some saliva from my own mouth, and lubed up my cock.
"Are you ready, Marcos?" I asked as I was there, kneeling in front of his hole.
"Yes, Brandon. Fuck me... I want it so bad."
With that, I rubbed a little more saliva on my penis, and slowly pushed my dick to the opening of his ass. He clenched in pain at first, and I stopped. "Are you okay?" I asked with concern as his breaths became short. "Yes." he shortly replied, and with that, I continued to push my hard cock into his tight ass. Groaning in pleasure.
He was a virgin with men, and his ass had never been fucked. The feeling was amazing, and the thought of being his first was a major turn on for me. I started off slowly, rocking back and forth for a few minutes. I increased my pace, assuring he was all right along the way. After ten minutes, I had found a steady pace of thrusting in and out of his ass. He gasped in a mixture of pleasure and pain as my balls slapped against his, in the hot love we were making.
After what seemed like hours, I had reached my peak. I sped up my pace, and my breathing became shallow. I let out a loud moan, as strands of cum filled his ass. I've never came so hard in my life, and the fact that I was shooting my hot load in my secret lover's ass was the most amazing feeling ever. I shot off six individual spurts, finally collapsing on top of him, sweating insanely, and breathing heavily.
"I had a great time, Brandon," he said as I laid there, my softening cock still inside of him.
"Me too, Marcos," I replied, exhausted.
I pulled my cock out of him, watching as a bit oozed out of his stretched out asshole. I went so far as to clean his hole, to avoid us having to shower. We dressed, and slowly walked out of the room, checking our surroundings as we went to rejoin the party.
After the party had ended, and I drove home, I got a text message from an unknown number:
"hey, this is marcos i had a fun time 2nite and i want 2 do this again. i think i luv u. idk tho. ttyl"
My mind swirled in passion, excitement, and possible love as I re-read what my supposed straight co-worker had said. I couldn't wait to do this again. Oh, and the necklace? I haven't taken it off since that night.
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Well... it's very long, but I think it's good. May be some grammatical errors here and there, but please tell me what you think. If you all liked it enough, I'll consider posting another story pertaining to me and my co-worker.
P.S. He's a real co-worker by the way... this obviously hasn't happened, but this is portraying my real feelings for him.
