Perceptions and Deceptions ~A New Story~

[arogersb]

Perceptions and Deceptions​

Author’s Note: This is my first story. All characters and settings featured in this story are meant to be fictional. This story does contain graphic sex scenes, which are not intended for those below the age of 18, nor are any of the characters engaging in sexual acts below the age of 18. There are more parts to this story, so please check back soon for other chapters in this saga. Finally, your feedback is much needed and deeply appreciated.

~ Chapter 1 ~
The Dream​

The dream is always the same. I lie on my side, naked, caressing my lover’s beautiful body. His flawless, tanned skin is warm and moist to my touch. I finger the blonde hairs on his chest, pausing momentarily at his dark-pink nipples. I work my tongue around his right aureole, and feel it harden. I can hear his audible gasp of pleasure. I continue to lick his nipple, and move down his body, following trail of hairs between his abs to his groin. Nestled amidst a crown of dark blonde hairs is his 5-inch cock, already hard in anticipation.

I can hear him mumble “Please” but I don’t need any encouragement. I lick the drop of precum at the slit of his penis, and then, without hesitation, plunge his whole cock into my mouth. I suck it with a ferocity which amazes even me. I can hear him moan in ecstasy as he shoots his load into my mouth. I pull out after the first spurt, and let the second hit me in the face. Some of the creamy white liquid dribbles onto my own, hairy chest. I love the feel of his cum on me. I tentatively lick my lips and catch a few droplets of his sweet cum.

What he says next always surprises me, even though I’ve heard him say the exact same words so many times before, in my dreams. “I want to you to fuck me.”

In my dream, I always reciprocate without a second thought. I don’t even remotely feel nervous, considering I’ve never had anal sex before in my life. I slip on a condom from the drawer beside the bed. As he pulls his legs up against his chest, I lube up his asshole. Then, gently, I lower my erect penis into his love canal and rhythmically fuck him. His groans soon subside, to be replaced by sounds of pleasure, which serve to excite me further as I increase the speed of my thrusts. My hands are wrapped around his sweaty torso. I realize my own body is also slick with sweat. Even the ivory bedsheets are stained with sweat (and possibly, other bodily fluids). These thoughts pass through my mind within seconds. My main focus is my lover’s handsome face. That’s why I love this position – to watch his facial expressions. His eyes are closed, but the delight is clearly etched on his Greek-god features.

Finally, I reach my climax and release my load deep inside my lover. I see his eyes open, and the satisfaction reflected in their green depths. I can feel a warm moistness spreading across my crotch. That’s when I wake up in a tangle of sweat-soaked sheets and my boxers stained with my own cum.

***​

I’ve had this dream almost every other night. It was the only remotely sexual experience I had since my college years. I had known, with certainty, that I was gay since I was a senior in high school. I hadn’t revealed it to my family. My brother Tony, a year younger than me, was always going on about how he had screwed some chick or other. I felt I couldn’t tell him that it was guys, not girls, who turned me on. I knew my parents wouldn’t be able to accept their elder son being gay. I also had a pair of much-younger twin sisters to think about. So once I got my degree in Economics from an Ivy League university, I left home permanently. I still visit my parents off and on, but they’re in the dark about my sexuality as much as anybody. Mom keeps asking me to when I’m going to settle down and get married like Tony, who got married at 21 and whose wife is expecting their first child anytime soon.

I both gave and received a few blowjobs from random guys in college, but I was still pretty much a virgin as far as anal sex went. I know that, at 24, that’s pretty sad, but well, that’s me.

That morning in October started off the same way all my working days did. I woke up, showered, shaved and dressed in a dark-blue suit, had my customary glass of juice and a bowl of cereal before I drove to work. My office is on the fifteenth floor of the Metropolitan Tower, a glass-and-steel skyscraper in the heart of Pinewood City.

“Good morning, Mr. Leroy,” called Martha, the receptionist, as I walked through the revolving glass doors of Delaney, Fenmore and Associates. I replied with a smile, “Same to you, Martha” as I went to my cubicle. As I passed the office of Aaron Fenmore, he stuck his head out.

“Ah, there you are, Jonathan.” My other colleagues call me Jon, and so does my family, but Mr. Fenmore insists on full Christian names.

“Yes, Mr. Fenmore?”

“I’ve got a new guy coming in today. He’s applied for one of our managerial positions and based on his impressive resume, I’ve decided to offer him the job. I hope you will be able to show him around if he accepts. He’s around your age … hmm …” he perused through a sheaf of documents in his hand – “The name’s Deacon Sullivan, he’s 28.”

I resisted the urge to point out to Mr. Fenmore that this Deacon was four years older than me. “Okay, Mr. Fenmore. When is he coming in?”

“That should be him right now,” said Mr. Fenmore, pointing down the hallway.

I turned to look, and it was as if time stood still. Coming towards us was the Greek god of my dreams, albeit clothed this time. But there was no mistaking his tousled blonde hair, his sculpted features or those lovely green eyes. I stared at him, and hoped my mouth wasn’t gaping open.

To be continued …​

 

[arogersb]

Thanks for your encouragement, Autolycus. I've had this story in mind for a long time now, so it should be quite simple putting pen to paper (or rather, fingers to keyboard). The next chapter should be up by tomorrow.

Please do give your feedback. Thank you.

 

[chris0626]

I agree, really great start! Looking forward to more chapters.

 

[botboy03]

Ys. A very nice chapter. Please continue.

 

[bcwang]

Nice and enjoyable, an interesting twist at the end of the beginning.
I'd say the language is really fluid, with the power to draw us in.

 

[harry113]

Thanks Arogersub.
Great start to your story
Please continue !
Harry

 

[arogersb]

~ Chapter 2 ~
The Office​

He looked so good in his gray suit, I just wanted rip it off him and ravish him right then and then. With great difficulty I managed to get my hormones (and a possible hard-on) under control.

“Mr. Sullivan?” asked Mr. Fenmore.

The god of my dreams nodded.

“Good, we’ve been looking forward to your arrival. I’m Aaron Fenmore, one of the firm’s senior partners. If you could come into my office …” said Mr. Fenmore as he gestured towards his room.

“Thank you, Mr. Fenmore,” said Deacon in his sexy smooth voice, as he walked into Mr. Fenmore’s office. Mr. Fenmore remained behind to talk to me.

“I’ll have a quick word with him and if he accepts our offer, I’ll introduce him to you and you can show him to the cabin next to yours. Is that alright?”

My mind was still frozen numb after I’d seen, for the first time, my dream-lover in the flesh. Somehow I managed to reply, “Okay, sir.”

Fenmore nodded and followed Deacon into his office. I waited outside in trepidation. My mind was still screaming “OH MY GOD! He’s actually here!” I tried to compose my thoughts rationally (which isn’t very easy when the guy you’ve been fucking in your dreams for so many nights turns up in real life).

After a few minutes, Fenmore came out of his office, accompanied by Deacon. “Well, I’m happy to hear that you’ve accepted our offer. Jonathan here will show you to your cabin and around the office. Good luck.” With that, he returned to his office, shutting the glass door behind him, leaving Deacon alone with me in the hallway.

“Hi, I’m Jon Leroy.” I managed to get my mouth to utter the words of introduction.

“Deacon Sullivan,” he replied, gripping the hand I held out to him. He had a firm grip, one that I could already imagine pumping my cock to a climax. Concentrate, Jon, damnit, concentrate! I could feel the beginnings of an erection. I wished I’d worn briefs instead of boxers to work that day. Boxers weren’t very effective in concealing a hard-on.

I quickly turned away from him so that he couldn’t see the slight bulge in my pants. “Your cabin is down this hallway,” I called back over my shoulder as I led the way. I tried, very hard, not to think of my fantasy hunk behind. The cabin which was now Deacon’s had previously belonged to Regina, an annoying bitch who’d (thankfully) been transferred the previous month to the firm’s eastern branch.

“Okay, so this is where you’ll be working. The staff lounge is at the other end of the hallway” – I pointed in the direction – “and most of the partners have their offices in a row starting with Mr. Fenmore’s room where you were just now. Of course, DF – that’s how the staff around here call the firm – also occupies the two floors above and one below, but you won't have to go there often.” I was babbling like an idiot. Shut your damn mouth, Jon!

Deacon looked at me with an expression I couldn’t quite place – amusement perhaps? Shit, I wish he wouldn’t look at me that way – it was turning me on.

I needed to quickly distract myself, so I kept on talking. “And my cabin is right next door. If you want anything, you can just come over.” And have a quickie on my desk, I thought subconsciously.

He was still looking at me with that expression on his handsome face. I asked, “Ummm… so, when are you starting work here?”

“Tomorrow actually.”

“Oh … that’s great. If you need any help moving your stuff up here, you could call me. Here’s my card – it’s got my number on it,” I said, handing him one of my silver-lettered business cards.

He accepted the card with a “thanks” and looked at it closely. “So you’re from the same university as me. Strange we never met there. How old are you?”

Without thinking I replied, “24 … four years younger than you.” Then, realizing that he was staring at me, I hurriedly added, “Mr. Fenmore told me just now that you were 28.”

He seemed to relax. “Oh, that explains why I’ve never seen you at the university. You must have started there after I graduated.”

“Yeah, I guess. So I suppose I’ll be seeing you tomorrow?”

He nodded and said, “Nice to have met you, Jon.” He turned to leave as I said, “Same here.”

I watched him go. His ass looked almost as good as it did without the gray fabric covering it. I could hardly believe it was the same ass that I fucked every other night in my dreams. ‘Wait, hold on now. You’re getting way ahead of yourself here’, I thought. ‘Are you so sure he’s the same guy in your dreams? And what makes you so certain that you’re going to end up fucking him? For all you know, he may be perfectly straight.’

‘Yeah right,’ argued the other (less rational, more lustful) half of my brain. ‘You’ll be in his pants within a week.’

***

A week went by, and I hadn’t gotten the slightest inkling that Deacon might be gay, or the least bit interested in me. He’d started work the day after our first encounter. He was always immaculately dressed in a suit, which strangely did not seem to clash with his tousled hair. He hadn’t called to ask me for help moving his stuff into his cabin, but then again, he’d only brought in a couple of boxes so I guess he didn’t really need any assistance.

The good thing I noticed was that he didn’t seem to have any family photos on his desk. Regina, and practically all the other married staff in the firm, had framed photos on their desk. Regina’s had been a photo of her husband (who looked about twenty years older than her) and their three red-headed brats … oops, I mean sons.

Just because he doesn’t have photos of a smiling wife and kids on his desk doesn’t mean he’s gay! He just isn’t married yet. Besides, he’d hardly spoken to me, apart from the “good morning” and “see you tomorrow” at the beginning and end of each day. I’d wanted to invite him to lunch, but it seemed that, since he was new, the partners were inviting him to join them.

So I was surprised when, on Monday, he came over to my cabin just before lunch break. I didn’t realize he was there until he leaned over my shoulder to look at my computer screen. His crotch lightly brushed my shoulder.

“Oh hi, Deacon,” I said, trying (in vain) to stem the rush of blood to my groin. Thank god I’d remembered to wear briefs today instead of my usual boxers. “What’s up?”

“I was wondering, do you use the staff gym here?”

“Yes, but not that often though. Are you planning to use it? Not many of the staff here use it.”

“Yeah, I didn’t think they did,” he grinned. “That’s why I thought I’d ask you to join me for a workout, seeing that you’re the fittest guy around here.”

I almost blushed. Frankly I didn’t work out that often, but I guess I had a naturally good metabolic rate.

“Um… well, the gym is reserved for the use of DF staff on Tuesday and Thursday evenings. So we could go tomorrow after we knock-off work if you want.”

“Great, then I’ll see you there tomorrow at around five?”

I nodded. I didn’t trust myself to speak, in case I accidentally said, “It’s a date, then.” Now that would have been embarrassing.

***​

That night, I had the dream again.

To be continued …​

Thanks for all your comments, guys. This chapter didn't have any sex, but I promise the next one will, so stay tuned for Chapter 3 (Coming tomorrow)

 

[harry113]

Oh! yessss!!
Chapter 3 pleeeease.
Harry

 

[botboy03]

Please continue. I want to know what happens.

 

[arogersb]

~ Chapter 3 ~
The Gym​

On Tuesday morning, after my shower, I dumped my cum-stained boxers from the night before in the wash, and packed my gym bag with the necessities for that evening’s workout. Of course, I was hoping I would get more than just that, and I could hardly keep my excitement in check.

I rushed into office with a hurried greeting to Martha, who looked somewhat upset, and speeded like a bullet train through the day’s work, albeit one running on an uncertain track. My mind kept wandering to my dream the previous night. I was hoping I’d see Deacon strip before we hit the gym. Then I could be sure he was the guy in my dreams. After caressing that beautiful body for so many nights, I was certain I could recognize it anywhere. I could almost imagine us doing it in the gym shower, water cascading over his blonde curls as I sucked him off to a climax …

Of course, these fantasies kept getting in the way of my work, and Mr. Fenmore turned up in my cabin to tell me I had made some mistakes in the accounts that day. I decided to be more careful and daydream less, but I was still eagerly watching the hands on my watch as they crept closer to five o’clock. About five minutes before the hour, I hurried over to Mr. Fenmore’s room, passed him the corrected accounts and rushed back to my cabin.

Deacon was already waiting there for me. “So you ready to hit the gym?”

“Yeah, sure,” I said. The moment I’d been waiting for the past 24 hours in eager anticipation was finally here. I followed him out of my cabin to the reception desk.

“Hold on, the key to the gym should be with reception, I’ll get it.”

He replied with a nod.

I approached Martha. “Martha, could I have the key to the gym please?”

She stared blankly at us for a few seconds, then said “Oh, okay … it should be around here somewhere,” as she rummaged through her drawer. I guess she was surprised that the gym was getting more than one visitor that day. Usually I was alone.

I got the key from the distracted Martha and led Deacon to the bank of elevators. One of them was open, with the arrow pointing up. I got in, followed by Deacon, and pressed the button for the eighteenth floor, where the gym was. It was only as the elevator started to move up, that I realized that I didn’t have my gym bag with me.

“Shit!” I exclaimed aloud.

Deacon looked enquiringly at me.

“Um … I think I must have left my gym bag in my cabin.”

“Oh, that’s okay. You go get your gym bag, and I’ll meet you at the gym, okay?” he said as the doors opened on the eighteenth floor.

Damnit, I was going to miss seeing him change into his gym clothes. I wanted to say it was alright, I could still follow him, but I could hardly do a workout in my suit. So I regretfully nodded and, after he stepped out of the lift, pressed the button for the fifteenth floor.

Most of the staff was leaving. I rushed into my cabin, only to find there was no gym bag there. I realized that, in my hurry to get into office that morning, I must have left it in the car. I made another mad dash to the elevators, took one down to the basement, found the gym bag in the back seat, and raced back up to the eighteenth floor. I probably set a record time there, but when I got into the gym, I found Deacon already attired in a gray sleeveless t-shirt and black gym shorts.

Never mind, I told myself, there was still the shower after our workout. I told Deacon to wait up, and went into the changing room to strip off my suit. I kept on my black briefs, and pulled on a white t-shirt and a pair of dark green sweatpants, before I went back to the gym.

Deacon was already on the treadmill, working up a sweat. I joined him on the treadmill next to his.

“So, how was your day? I saw Fenmore go in; what was that about?” he asked.

“Ermm …” I couldn’t reply that I’d been daydreaming about him, so I just said, “I made a few mistakes in the accounts. Nothing unusual.”

“Oh, right. So how long have you been working here?”

“About a year. What about you, where were you before you came here?”

“I was with Kenneth-Parker.”

“Wow.” I was impressed. Kenneth-Parker was one of the best firms in the city.
“Why’d you leave?”

“They passed me over for a promotion and gave it to the director’s nephew who’d been working there less than two years. I’d been there for four. So I decided to quit and find another job. DF was the first firm I applied to, and they offered me a better post than my last one almost immediately.”

He was panting with exertion and his gray t-shirt had darker patches of sweat on it. All of a sudden, he pulled off his t-shirt. His lightly-furred, well-defined pecs were glistening with sweat. The dark-blonde trail of hair between his six-pack abs ran into the waistband of his white underwear which was peeking out from above his shorts. I tried not to stare at him, but it was hard to resist.

Somehow, I managed to get through the hour without saying or doing anything stupid. Basically we talked about work and the university we’d both attended as we hit the gym equipment. When we finished the workout, both of us headed to the showers. This was my chance to be absolutely sure Deacon was the guy of my dreams. I tentatively pulled my own t-shirt over my head.

Deacon didn’t seem to have any such qualms. He stripped off his shorts and all he had on underneath was a pair of white jockstraps. He turned around, offering me the full view of his tight bubble-butt, as he searched for his towel in his gym bag. Then, when he found it, he turned back to me and, in one fluid motion, pulled off his underwear as well. His 5-inch cock popped out.

I had a raging hard-on and knew I couldn’t strip in front of him or otherwise he might suspect something. So I waited for him to get into the shower before I removed my sweatpants and underwear.

The tendrils of steam from the shower curled around his body. There was a wall about the height of my chest between us, but I could easily look over it and see him soaping himself. I had to turn away from him as he began to soap his groin, the hot water rippling over his tanned body. I was reasonably sure he hadn’t seen the effect he was having on me.

I was trying so hard not to look in his direction, that I didn’t realize he’d come up behind me until he spoke unexpectedly.

“So, is it me causing that hard-on you have there?”

The bar of soap in my hand dropped from my nerveless fingers to the floor.

To be continued …​

Okay, so there wasn't any sex in this chapter. I had to put the cliffhanger ending, but rest assured, there DEFINITELY will be (a lot of) hot sex in the next chapter.

Thanks for all your feedback and keep them coming.

 

[harry113]

Ok. The scene is set !!
Looking forward to a Hot, Sexy chapter lol
Thank you
Harry

 

[kcm17480]

This ought to be good. This is excellent so far. Will be waiting for the next part.

 

[botboy03]

Yeah, please continue. I am enjoying this one.

 

[xchadx123]

OMG!!!!!!!!!!!MORE, MORE, MORE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!This story is SMOKIN' hott!!!!!!!!!!

 

[arogersb]

~ Chapter 4 ~
The Encounter​

He was right behind me.

I stammered, “Wh – what are you talking about?” I suddenly wasn’t so sure he would be receptive to my advances. I knew that if I turned around, there was no way I could hide my six-inch boner.

“You know, you look kind of cute when you’re scared.” His words stunned me further. I felt his arm grip my shoulder, and then turn me around to face him. There was no denying my erection now. There was so little space between our bodies; I could almost feel the heat from his body. Or maybe it was just the hot shower. Or both.

He pushed his body against mine until I was backed up against the wall. Our cocks were trapped between our bodies. It was then that I realized he, too, had a hard-on. His amazingly green eyes were in line with my own brown ones. I could practically see the lust in them. Impulsively I kissed him on the mouth. Only a brief kiss. He seemed surprised and drew back slightly from me. Then he returned the kiss. Within moments, we were kissing passionately, my tongue working its way inside his mouth.

Then I withdrew my tongue, and gently kissed his neck. It was obviously turning him on – I could feel his dick become stiffer. I rolled my tongue down his chest, pausing at his firm nipples. I went round them, one at a time. His pleasure seemed to reverberate through his body. I paused, only momentarily, to take a look at his divine body. The hair on his chest and abs were turned a darker blonde by the water that rested in droplets on his skin. I felt his hands at the back of my head, beckoning me back to the task at hand.

I resumed licking his abs, following his treasure trail down to the prize it held. I didn’t hesitate now; I wrapped my lips around the head of his cut cock and deep-throated him. For a moment I worried someone might come into the gym shower and see me sucking off a co-worker. But the silky precum that had gathered at the tip of his cock made me throw caution to the wind as I sucked him off. He began to grind his hips, fucking my face.

In an all too short time, he moaned, “I’m cumming!” as he shot his load into my mouth. His cum was the sweetest liquid I had ever tasted. I couldn’t take his second load, so I released his cock from my mouth and allowed him to spurt the remaining cum over my hair and face.

Then he bent down until he was level with me. He rubbed his hands in my cum-streaked hair, watching his man-juice flow down my face and onto my chest. He held out a finger to catch a rope of creamy cum that dribbled from my cheek and brushed it gently against my eager lips.

He said, so softly I could barely hear him over the sound of the shower, “That was the best blowjob I ever had.” I grinned, happy that I hadn’t lost my talent. Pete, a guy I sucked off back in college, had told me I was the best, too.

He returned my grin with a grateful smile, and that made it all worthwhile.

***​

That night, I felt like I was in heaven. I had actually sucked off the guy of my dreams. What was more, he’d given me his jockstrap, which I used to wipe his cum off my face. Before I went to bed, I sniffed it and could smell his scent on them. I didn’t have the dream that night. I didn’t have to, because I knew it was going to come true soon.

***​

On Wednesday, when everyone had left for lunch break, I crept over to his cabin to see if he was still there. He was. I closed the door behind me.

When he saw me, he pushed his chair out from beneath the desk. I could see, clearly, the outline of a hard-on. I grinned, “Need any help there?”

He smiled in reply. “You’re just the person for the job.”

I didn’t need any more encouragement than that. In two seconds flat, I was kneeling at the foot of his chair, undoing his belt. In one swift move, I pulled off his pants and boxers. His cock had almost grown to its full length of 7 inches. There was already a drop of precum lingering at its tip.

“Well, are you just going to look at it, or are you going to do something about it?” he joked.

“I’m here to please, but first I need to know something.”

“Shoot! Not literally though. It could be messy with you still in your suit.”

“How long have you known I was attracted to you?”

He grinned. “Since the first day – the way you stared at me when I first came in. The boner you didn’t hide quite as successfully as you thought.”

Damn, and here I’d thought I’d been careful to conceal my attraction from him. Still, it didn’t distract me from my task at hand. I obediently licked the drop of precum and started to work my tongue around the ridge of his penis head. I’d barely started when we were startled by a knock on the door.

“Shit!” Deacon exclaimed aloud. “Get under the desk, now!” he whispered.

I followed his instruction. Luckily the space under the desk was more than enough. He started to pull up his pants, but the door was already opening.

“Ah, Deacon,” I heard Aaron Fenmore’s voice. “Good, I thought you might have gone out to lunch.”

“Erm … no, sir, not yet. Just finishing off some … umm … paperwork,” replied Deacon as he tried to push his chair further under the desk. Underneath I almost laughed, if not for the seriousness of the situation, at what Mr. Fenmore would say if he saw Deacon was naked from the waist down and me crouched under the desk.

Somehow the peril gave me a daring I wouldn’t have had otherwise. Deacon’s cock, not fully flaccid, was just inches away from my face. Carefully I gripped it and guided it towards my mouth. I could feel his whole body stiffen as he realized what was happening, but he continued talking to Mr. Fenmore as if nothing was wrong.

As soundlessly as possible, I sucked slowly on his cock. Deacon stifled a moan.

“What was that, Deacon?”

“Umm… nothing, sir. Just ... uh ... thinking aloud.” Deacon tried to kick me with his leg, but he didn’t quite succeed because he was afraid of making noise that might attract Mr. Fenmore’s attention.

“Right then, Deacon. I’ll leave you to finish what I just gave you, and I’ll check back with you at the end of the day.”

“Yes, sir,” said Deacon. Mr. Fenmore left, shutting the door behind him. Not a moment too soon, as Deacon reached his climax and filled my mouth with his sweet cum.

He pulled his chair out from under the desk. “Damnit man, what were you thinking?”

I grinned. “Don’t tell me you didn’t enjoy it. The thrill of being discovered.”

He shook his head. “Great, I get a guy who’s into the kinky stuff.”

But I could tell he was joking, because he followed up his comment with a hot kiss.

To be continued …​

Note: Henceforth, a new chapter will be published every other day, so keep reading and sending in your feedback!

 

[harry113]

Thank you, Great stuff !!!!
Please keep this going !!!!
Harry

 

[botboy03]

Yes, please keep going. Its ok if you wait a few days between. You see how we all wait for every Monday, Wednesday and Friday for Neil's Brad story. Speaking of which, tomorrow is Friday!!!!!!!!

 

[arogersb]

~ Chapter 5 ~
The Top Floor​

Deacon and I had agreed to go for a workout again that Thursday, which would obviously be followed by sex. But neither of us could wait that long, so lunch break found us heading up to the top floor of the Metropolitan Tower in the elevator. After our last blowjob session was nearly discovered by Mr. Fenmore, Deacon decided not to risk it in such a public place. The top floor was a good venue because the firm that had been occupying it had been declared bankrupt a couple of months before, and the Tower’s management was yet to find new tenants.

The top floor was empty save for some of the office furniture. We decided the outer office wasn’t that safe, so we headed further in. Deacon fumbled for the light switch, but I had a better idea. I pulled up the blinds on the floor-to-ceiling glass windows. The room which had previously been the CEO’s was flooded with natural sunlight. The view from the top of the Metropolitan Tower, the tallest in Pinewood City, is amazing. Deacon seemed to have little interest in the view, though.

He came up behind me, and, in a sexy whisper that sent a delicious tingling sensation down my spine, said, “Take off your clothes.”

I was more than happy to comply. Throwing aside my jacket, I started to loosen my tie, but Deacon grinned as he said, “Leave that on.”

I raised an eyebrow. “I thought you said I was the one into the kinky stuff.”

He shrugged and said, “I guess it’s infectious.” He watched as I stripped off my shirt. He said, “Well, you’ve got a nice hairy chest there.” He was right – while his chest was lightly dusted with blonde hair, mine had a slightly larger quantity which was more noticeable because my chest hair was dark brown.

“Those have got to go as well,” he said, pointing to my pants. While I was removing them, he loosened his own tie and removed his jacket. By now, I was stripped down to my underwear, socks and of course, the tie.

Suddenly, he flung me, on my back, onto the CEO’s desk. Then he got on top of me and started to kiss me. I returned his kisses with ardor. I could see the lust in his green eyes. He looked deeply into mine.

“You know,” he remarked, “your eyes remind me of an obedient little puppy dog … that melting-brown quality in them.”

He might think of my eyes as melting brown, but for me, it was his smile that made my heart melt.

His hands were playing with my chest hair. Then he transferred his attention to my groin, still clad in blue briefs. My cock was already leaking precum, and there was a small darker patch of wetness on the front of my briefs. He rubbed the outline of my partially-erect cock through the fabric. It responded immediately to his touch. Soon there was a tent in my briefs. He carefully pulled the briefs down to my ankles, releasing my cock from its prison. It stood straight up, pointing skyward. He placed his hand around my cock and, with the firm grip I already imagined on the day we met, he began to pump it.

I didn’t bother to hide my moans of pleasure. He was intent on his purpose – making me cum. I could feel the rush of cum to my cock, and he must have to. He pushed the tie I was still wearing off my chest. Within a matter of seconds, I was cumming. He pointed my cock towards me.

“Open your mouth,” he ordered. I obliged.

My first spurt of cum landed mostly on my stomach and chest. He continued to pump my cock until I shot a second load – this time, some of it went into my mouth and the remainder on my chest. It was the first time I tasted my own cum. I was surprised by its taste – not quite the same as Deacon’s, but still pleasant. He rubbed his hand in the cum on my chest and held it out to me to lick. Then he kissed me, and we shared my cum which was still in my mouth.

I got up, and realized that I would need to clean up, but first, I wanted to return the favour. I undid the buttons on his shirt, but left on the tie. He pulled off his own pants, and was left in his black bikini briefs. He looked really cute, I thought – boyish enough to be a high school senior, not someone ten years older. I needed a mental picture of him like this, so I closed my eyes for a moment.

His voice, curious, broke into my thoughts. “What are you doing?”

My eyes snapped open. “Uhh … nothing.” I noticed the bulge in his briefs and of course, didn’t hesitate in stripping him naked and proceeded to give him a much-needed blowjob. After some sucking on my part, and grunting on his, I found it was just as well I hadn’t put my clothes back on since I was once again showered with cum.

I cleaned myself the best as I could with the towel from my gym bag. I was still a bit sticky but I didn’t mind. Deacon himself wiped off a spot of cum on my chin that I’d missed.

I was looking forward to our gym session that evening. There was no suspense unlike Tuesday, but I knew at this point that Deacon was the guy I was meant to be with. And sooner or later, my dream was going to come true.

***​

Unfortunately, Deacon and I found that we weren’t the only ones in the gym that evening. Isaiah Cramer, a balding fifty-something junior partner, was also there with one of the younger guys, Scott. Scott was another cutie, and under normal circumstances, I would have been dying for a chance to see him naked, but now with Deacon, I didn’t really feel the urge. (Okay, so I sneaked a couple of glances at Scott’s gorgeous bubble-butt in the shower.)

I was just wondering if I should invite Deacon over to my apartment to catch up on the action we’d missed, when my cell-phone rang. Wrapping a towel around myself, I hurried over to my locker and flipped it open.

It was my mother. Through her excited prattle, I managed to gather that my sister-in-law, Diane, had given birth to a baby girl. My mother was, of course, over the moon at becoming a grandmother for the first time. She told me that I had to come home this weekend to see my new niece. I ended the call after assuring her that I would.

Deacon was almost dressed except for his shirt. I was tempted to play with his nipples, but Isaiah Cramer was standing only steps away. He asked me what was up. I explained that my brother’s wife had had a baby. He seemed a little upset.

“So you’re driving down there tomorrow?”

“Yeah, I’ll ask Mr. Fenmore if I can get off work early tomorrow. It’s a long drive, but I should get there around ten at night if I leave early.”

When both of us got to our cars, I said, “Don’t look so down. When I get back, we can … well … go further.”

That made him perk up. “Till next week, then.”

We sealed the deal with a kiss.

To be continued …​

Note: This story should be completed by the end of next week. I will try to post the remaining five or so chapters more frequently. Please continue to post your feedback. I really appreciate it.

 

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~ Chapter 6 ~
The Spirit of Giving​

My trip home was a success. I left on Friday and returned back late on Sunday. Tony and Diane had decided to name their new daughter Cara Ann, and I was to be her godfather. Despite the celebrations there, I was constantly reminded of Deacon waiting for me back in Pinewood City. Whenever I felt the urge, I would take out his cum-stained jockstrap which I would sniff while mentally picturing him from our last encounter on the top floor. Needless to say, the aftermath of these thoughts was a coating of creamy cum on my bare chest and stomach.

On Monday I was back to work. Deacon gave a grin when he saw me. We met up on the top floor again for some hot sex. As much as I enjoyed having his sweet cum flow down my throat, I wanted more by this point. And he gave me what I wanted when, at the end of our session, he told me he wanted me to come down to his apartment.

“Really?” I asked in disbelief.

“What, you thought I only screwed people in clandestine locations?” he raised his eyebrows.

“Oh right.” I blushed at my foolishness. At the same time I was nervous.

“Apartment 5A, Riverside East, 7 PM, okay?” he said as he put his clothes back on.

Hardly able to contain my excitement, I nodded. It looked like my dream was going to be fulfilled, tonight.

***​

7 PM found me parking my car outside a complex of high-end apartments by the riverside. It was easy enough to find Apartment 5A – it was the one directly next to the elevator lobby on the fifth floor of the complex. I pressed the doorbell and waited.

Deacon only took a few seconds to answer the door. He looked hot wearing only a terry bathrobe, dark blue with a silver monogram “D.S.”.

“Hi, glad you could find the place. Come on in,” he said as he invited me in. His apartment was one of the nicest I had come across. All of the rooms opened off a corridor painted in some fancy style with dark blue over a paler blue undercoat. Blue glass vases and silver ornaments stood in halogen-lit niches in the wall as well as small glass-topped tables.

“Do you want to stop in the living room or …”

“Bedroom,” I blurted out quickly. I realized my mistake. He was grinning widely. “Err … if you don’t mind, that is.”

He pointed to a door further along the hallway. The room had pale blue walls and a beautiful four-poster bed, draped with gauzy curtains and a dark-blue bedspread. I turned back from seeing the room to Deacon. He had already removed his robe and was wearing only a pair of white boxers underneath.

“Well, shouldn’t you be naked?” he teased me. I didn’t waste time in divesting my clothes and soon, I was also in my underwear.

Deacon pushed me onto the bed. We kissed passionately as we rolled about on the bed in a tangle of blue sheets. I began to kiss his neck and chest. Then he asked, “Have you rimmed?”

The question caught me by surprise. I knew what rimming was, but I had never done it before. “You want me to rim you?” I asked without stopping what I was doing – licking circles around his nipples.

He kissed me. “It’s kind of a fantasy of mine,” he said sheepishly. I smiled inwardly. He didn’t know he himself was my fantasy come true. I knew it was my duty to make his fantasies come true as well.

“Sure, roll over onto your stomach then,” I ordered him.

He obeyed. “Oh, you won’t be needing those,” I said, as I stripped off his boxers and flung them to the floor. His sexy bubble-butt was exposed. I carefully placed my tongue at the back of his neck and worked my way down slowly in a straight line. As I reached the small of his back, Deacon let out a gasp of pleasure. Accompanied by the sounds of his delight, I slid my tongue between his butt-cheeks and tasted the clean yet masculine feel of his ass-crack.

“Oh man,” moaned Deacon. “That feels good.”

“You want me to go again.”

“Yeah, but maybe later. I’ve got a surprise for you.” He reached into the drawer beside the bed and pulled out a bottle of lube and a condom. “Can I fuck you?”

I was one step closer to fulfilling my fantasy. “Yes,” I said. Then I hesitated. “But you should probably know that … I’m a virgin.”

“Seriously?” he grinned. Then he stopped smiling. “Don’t worry, I promise I’ll be gentle.”

“Thanks.” My briefs joined the rest of my clothes on the floor. I could feel his finger, cold with lube, loosening up my asshole. He slid first one, then two, fingers into my hole. I felt my sphincter tighten at the intrusion.

“Loosen up, baby,” whispered Deacon. He stuffed his fingers further into my anus. I stifled a gasp of pain. I could feel the latex-covered head of his cock rubbing against my asshole. Then, he pushed it in halfway. I couldn’t stop a small cry of pain. Then he pushed it further in until the full seven inches was buried inside me and his pubic hair was rubbing against my skin.

“Please, Deacon, slowly!” I grunted through the pain. He seemed oblivious as he fucked me, picking up speed. I know the pleasure is supposed to outweigh the pain, but it didn’t seem that way to me.

Deacon was violently fucking me now, completely ignoring my pleas to go slower. There was a wild gleam in his eyes that I didn't like. He seemed like a entirely different person. It wasn't the way it had been in my dreams. Suddenly, terrifyingly, I wasn’t so sure Deacon was the guy of my dreams.

To be continued …​

Please let me know what you think of this twist. I'm sorry that it seems a bit rushed, but I am getting short of time and plan to finish this by Thursday - another 2 chapters to go.