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Hello! My name's Alec. I'm thirty-six, a graphic designer by trade, and I want to tell you about what happened to me around a year ago.
I work for a medium sized company in Greater London, we do corporate branding, web stuff, brochures, that kind of thing. I've been working here for nearly seven years, and last spring, after a lot of hard work, I got a promotion that came with a small office all to myself, a little oasis of calm, with a nice sunny corner for my pet spider plant, Debbie.
It'd been going well, and I'd been in the role around three months, when I receive an email from higher up telling me that a student is coming in for work experience over the summer, and I'm responsible for him. There are a few details, his name is Toby, he's nineteen and has just finished his first year at university, studying for a degree in Graphic Design and Web. I can't say I was looking forwards to having him around, there wasn't much he'd be able to do, but at least he could make the tea.
On the day of his arrival, I wasn't prepared for what walked through the door when Claire, the HR manager, brought him in.
'Alec, this is Toby. Can you find him a desk and get someone to show him the ropes?'
He's about five ten, with that slender, lithe physique some adolescents are lucky enough to develop naturally, and I'm surprised he's nineteen, he looks younger. There's still a scatter of faint freckles across the bridge of his nose, gold blond hair in grown out waves is tucked behind one ear. I must have been looking too long, he catches my gaze, bites his lip, and I can't stop watching his mouth as its corners form a slight smile.
'Alec? Alec, are you listening?'
I give Clair a smile and try to look like Mr Professional.
'Of course! He'll be fine. Great to meet you, Toby.'
'I'll leave him in your capable hands, then.'
I know where I'd like to put my capable hands, but I slam the brakes on my imagination. I mean really, I can't, he's too young and this is work. As soon as she's gone I steer him back out into the main office and tell Steve, one of my underlings, to find him some desk space and show him what he's been working on, then scuttle back to my lair and try to forget he's here, concentrating on my jobs for the day.
Later, I'm in the little kitchen area microwaving my lunch when he strolls in with a handful of mugs and gives me that smile again.
'Oh, hiya Toby, how's it going so far?'
'Great thanks, it's quite different to Uni.'
He starts pouring coffee. I get a sneaky look at his backside, which is tiny and pert in his fashionably skinny trousers. He really is gorgeous.
'So, what are you hoping to get out of this placement?'
He leans against the worktop, a thoughtful look giving him an adorable pout.
'I just want experience in a proper design studio, hopefully get a look at a few people's portfolios, that kind of thing.'
The microwave pings, and I ignore it.
'I'd show you my portfolio, but it's really out of date. I think I've got it in a memory stick somewhere in my desk, I'll lend it to you if you like?'
He grins.
'Thanks.'
To my relief it's the end of the conversation, and I get to watch that juicy little arse as he carefully takes the mugs of coffee to their recipients. I'm so distracted that I forget to use a tea towel to retrieve my lunch from the microwave, the resulting burn snaps me out of my moment of horniness.
A couple of days later there's a soft tap on my office door. It's Toby. I've been keeping out of his way, just admiring him from a safe distance, and now here he is, stepping into my space.
'Alec, I was wondering, can I look at your portfolio today? I'd really like to see it.'
'Um.... Sure, hang on, I think I've got it here...'
I rummage through the desk drawers, wanting him out of here before I start to dribble. Seeing him stood there, all late teen swagger and choirboy face, I get the familiar tingle in my groin.
'I'm sorry, it doesn't seem to be here, must be at home. I should put it online, but...'
Toby's eyes fix on mine, he does that smiling lip-bite again.
'Maybe... I could come by and pick it up later?'
'From my house?'
'Yeah. Steve told me you live quite close to here, I could... you know?'
Oh god. My voice takes on a higher pitch, I can't shake my gaze from his.
'Sure.'
'Cool.'
Why? What did I agree to that? I could just bring it in tomorrow. As the door clicks behind him I rub my eyes, elbows on the desk, thinking what an idiot I am. By this point, I'm absolutely sure he's noticed the way I look at him. How could he not, I'm practically drooling, but what's he playing at? He's obviously been asking Steve about me. Is he leading me on? I can't stand this.
The afternoon passes far too quickly. I try and make up reasons to work late and fail. There's no looming deadlines and everyone is keen to go home at the regular time. I pack up my few belongings and hope Toby has forgotten.
'Do you have a car? Or can I give you a lift?'
He's leaning on my office door frame, rucksack over one shoulder.
'What?'
Like a total dork, I drop my phone. He leans down, picks it up, and hands it to me.
'Uh... Thanks. I usually get the bus but...'
Fishing in his bag, he takes out his car keys. Whatever he drives is old, the key fob is held together with peeling tape.
'It's no trouble, really.'
I try not to look at him as we make our way to the carpark. Any talk is light and trivial, and on my part fairly monosyllabic. I'm right about the car, it's an ancient hatchback, mainly rust held together by wishful thinking, a typical student's car. The interior is worn, cluttered with CD cases and empty soft drink bottles. He look slightly embarrassed as he scoops some of it off the passenger seat and into the floor.
' Sorry about the mess.'
The CD player is one of those ropey affairs with a dummy tape attached to a jack lead, and it starts up immediately he turns the engine over. I recognise the tune straight away.
'Hey, I know this tune.'
'Yeah, I love old rock.'
Old. I'm feeling it now, I bought this album first week of release. I'm only thirty-six but must seem elderly to him. As the car idles, he taps at his phone.
'What's your postcode?'
I tell him, and as we pull away the satnav starts giving him the directions to my house. I try not to talk too much.
The traffic is surprisingly quiet for the time of day, and before long we pull into my street and he finds somewhere to park. I wonder if I can get him to wait out here, but that would be a dick move as I'm not sure where Ive stashed the stick, so it could take me a while to find. I have no choice so invite him in. He stands in my living room, looking around, a beam of late sunlight catching his gold hair as he casually tucks it back behind his ear.
'Nice place. Is it all yours, or do you share?'
'It's all mine. I inherited some money and bought it before the prices round here went mental. Would you like a cup of tea while you wait?'
Before I can even put down my bag and go to the kitchen he puts his hand on my arm.
'Do I...make you uncomfortable?'
'What? No!'
I can feel my face redden.
'No... I uh...let me make you that tea...'
'You know, I don't actually want any tea, not yet, anyway.'
Dropping his rucksack, he starts to unbutton his shirt. I panic.
'What are you doing?'
'What does it look like I'm doing? I'm taking my clothes off. You'd like me to, I can tell.'
I have no reply. I'm rooted to the spot, staring, as his fingers move from button to button, then slips the shirt from his shoulders. His skin is pale and smooth, his nipples small and pink. I want to run my tongue over them, tease them into delicious little nubs.
'Toby, don't get me wrong, but this isn't a good idea, if work finds out that I...'
Eyes locked on mine, he steps closer towards me with a wicked grin.
'That you what? C'mon Alec, it's obvious that you fancy me, so, what would you like to do to me?'
It's too much. All my resolve has gone. I run my fingers through his hair, pull his parted lips towards mine and kiss him. I can feel his groin against my leg, he grabs my free hand and places it on the growing bulge beneath the fabric. I kiss down his neck till a reach one if those pretty nipples, lightly running my tongue over it, making him gasp sweetly. I squeeze his hardening dick, then flick his belt and fly undone so I can reach in under the elastic of his tight jersey boxers. My fingers run through soft hair and I gently stroke the little cleft either side of his balls, making him purr. Unexpectedly, he pulls away, takes my hand from inside his pants and leads me to the sofa, where I sit as he kicks off his shoes and socks then slowly slips out if his remaining clothes. He slides down his underwear, releasing his cock from its confines. It springs up, seven inches nearly grazing his navel, the head already moist with pre-cum, and stands before me naked, watching my eyes drink him in. I know what I want to do. Sliding forward in my seat I lean over and lick the shiny droplet from the tip.
'Sit over there.'
I gesture to a big squashy armchair by the window, and when he's seated I kiss him again, pulling his thighs apart so I can kneel between them, then return to those nipples, listening to his breathing hitch as I lick and nibble them hard, going further down to taste the skin on that firm, smooth torso. I hook my hands under his knees and lift his feet onto the chair, caressing the soft skin at the top of his inner thigh with my lips and tongue, breathing in the sweet musk of his crotch. He runs his hands over my neck, eyes closed, back arching, spreading his legs wider till they rest on the arms of the chair and every intimate inch of him is exposed to me. I run my tongue up his swollen perineum, feeling the puckered skin of his tight balls under my lips, the smooth hardness of his cock as I move up and take the head in my mouth, making him cry out and grab my hair as my tongue slides around the tip and the sensitive ridge below it. He's almost panting, my own hard-on is getting uncomfortable and making my underwear damp, so I stand and hurriedly take everything off, Toby watching me as I do through heavy lidded eyes.
'You asked what I wanted to do? Right now I really want to suck you off.'
He smiles, running his fingers down his open thighs.
'Mmmm...yeah, I'd love that. And I'd really like you to fuck me afterwards, too.'
I can but oblige.
The pre-cum is making sticky strings against his stomach when I kneel back down and take him in my mouth a deep as I can. I've always been good at this, I have no gag reflex. My cock is almost throbbing now as I taste the sweet-salt fluid in the back of my throat and he puts a hand on my head to push himself deeper, moaning each time my lips move up and down his shaft and my tongue strokes around the tip. The moans soon turn to gasps.
'Alec... I'm... I'm go into cum...'
I take him in especially deep and he shivers as hot jizz fills my throat and I drink it down, milking every drop I can from him. He tastes so good.
'I need you to fuck me, please.' He begs me in a quiet breathless voice and I've never been so turned on before. I go back to tasting that soft spot at the top of his inner thigh, now damp with sweat and all the more delicious for it. I run my hands over his narrow hips. Typical horny teenager, he's already nearly hard again. My own cock is aching, but it'll have to wait. I take a moment to just look at him, laid in the chair, legs spread, offering me everything of himself. It's beautiful, and as a keen explorer there's nothing I like more than a lover that wants me to play with them like this, access all areas. His balls are tight, perineum glistening with sweat, it's little ridge leading to a shallow dip where his hole, small, pink and juicy like his nipples, just peeks out between the partly open cheeks of his arse. I could take him right now, but I need lube and a rubber, so I stand, kiss him, and head for the bedroom to get what I need.
'Hang on a tick.'
A couple of minutes later I'm back. He smiles at me across the room and strokes himself as I approach.
'So...' I kneel down again, squeezing a little lube onto my fingers. '...how badly do you need fucking?'
'Badly, really badly. You've got a nice fat cock, I want to feel it stretch me out.'
I could just pile drive right into him, my dick wants me to, but I decide to relish all the intimate skin he's offering for my enjoyment first. Grabbing his hips, I pull him forwards in the chair till his backside is on the edge, then push his knees up higher till I have a full view of the pink, puckered hole I so badly want to pound, and run my slick fingers around it. He shivers at my touch, his little entrance twitching. Lightly, I slip the tip of my finger inside. He's really tight, so I slowly go deeper, putting a bit if pressure on his prostate as I go, making him gasp. I slide it in and out of the snug band of muscle a few times, then slip in another as I feel it give.
Eyes closed and lips parted, he writhes with pleasure, taking his hard dick in his hand and pumping up in time with each finger stroke of that sweet spot inside, but it's not what I want, if he carries on he'll cum too soon, so I grab his wrist and move it back to the chair arm.
I can't wait any longer, I need to be inside him. Tearing open the packet with my teeth and one free hand, I roll the rubber onto my weeping cock.
'Are you ready?'
'Oh god, yes.'
Pulling out my sticky fingers, I slick myself up with them and press the head gently into him. He gives way easily. Now, I'm a very visual person, and I like to watch when I first penetrate a guy, the way my girth stretches his skin and the excess lube gathering on my shaft as I slowly inch my way in. It's a moment I relish, but too soon there's nothing to see except the base of my cock so I pull back out to enjoy what had been tight and puckered pulled smooth and shiny around me. Toby is moaning softly, eyes tight shut. He looks beautiful, I lean in to kiss him, pressing his weeping erection between our bodies, and buck my hips in one hard thrust that goes deep, making him cry out.
'Are you okay, am I hurting you?'
I'm buried in his body down to the balls. He can barely speak.
'No... no... it feels so good. Fuck me hard, please. I need it.'
Again I slowly slip almost out then grab his thighs, thrusting back in so forcefully my pelvis slaps against his arse, again and again. He's hot and tight I don't think I can keep it up for too long, but neither can he, crying out so loudly that I hope the neighbours aren't in yet. He's a screamer.
'Alec... I'm cumming... I...'
The inside of his arse pulses, his trapped dick twitches and I feel the warm liquid spurt, slicking our bodies. With each wave of his orgasm I drill in and within a few seconds my body goes rigid as I crest, pumping my juice into him, then I collapse, sweaty and satisfied, and he wraps his arms and long legs around me.
'Fucking hell, Toby, that was amazing. Are you okay?'
He's quiet, getting his breath back.
When he finally speaks, there's a tinge of regret in his voice.
'That was the best shag I think I've ever had. I didn't even know I could cum just from being fucked like that. I'm sorry...I didn't do more for you.'
I lift my head to see his face and smile.
'Nah, I absolutely love it when a guy just lays back and lets me have my wicked way with him. We should shower. Would you.. .like to stay for dinner?'
'Thanks, that'd be nice.'
I pull him up from the chair before his legs cramp, leading him to the bathroom, where I take great delight in standing him under the shower head and washing down his body with a flannel.
'You're beautiful, you know.'
He blushes. It's adorable.
'Nah, I'm kind of skinny and pale. I should go to the gym.'
'What? I love your body, I find really buff guys a turnoff, to be honest. You're perfect as you are.'
'Thanks. What about you?' He runs his hand over my wet chest. 'You've got a great physique. Do you swim or something?'
'Run. Not your sad pavement jogging, I can't stand that, I like to run out of town. Woods, hills, muddy fields, that kind of thing.'
I turn off the shower and climb out, throwing him a towel.
'What do you fancy eating? I've got plenty in. Chicken? Pizza?'
'Pizza sounds good. I don't want you to go to a load of trouble.'
'Honestly, It's no trouble. I'd be glad to cook for you.'
He's too sweet for his own good, I pull him close to kiss him, the water from his wet hair runs down my arm as I stroke his face.
'I should get my clothes.'
'No, don't bother, just dry yourself off. I'll turn up the heating.'
'What, and just wander round your house in the buff?'
'Yes. That would be fantastic.'
He does that smiling lip bite I'm getting so fond of. For a second or two I think I should just throw him onto the bed and fuck him all over again, but my stomach is growling. Food first.
I chuck on a dressing gown and get busy in the kitchen. I place the pizzas, and cold bottles of the Czech lager I'm partial to, on the coffee table by the sofa, where Toby is curled up like a cat, flicking through his phone. For some reason, this gets me worried.
'Toby?'
'Yeah?'
'You'll... umm... you'll be careful who you tell about this, won't you?'
He looks confused, then agitated.
'What do you mean, careful? Oh, hey, you've got a boyfriend, haven't you...Shit, don't tell me you're married!'
'What? No, no I don't, I'm not. It's at work. I don't think it's a good idea if people found out that-'
'That you've been fucking the work experience kid?'
'Yeah.'
Toby laughs, throwing down his phone and grabbing the beer.
'Don't worry, I won't say anything, it probably wouldn't be good for either of us. You'll have to stop looking at me across the office with your tongue hanging out like you have been, though.'
'Oh god, was I that obvious?'
He says nothing, just swigs the lager and looks at me, eyebrows raised.
We chat as we eat. He tells me more about himself, the over priced grotty student house he shares, where he's from, his interests, his worries about the debts he's already racking up. We've got a surprising amount in common. I can't stop looking at him, the way he moves, the lean muscles shifting under that pale, smooth, skin, the animation in his face as he speaks. When were finished he offers to wash up.
'Ah, just chuck the plates in the dishwasher.'
He unfolds himself from the sofa and takes them through to the kitchen. It's a delight to see that tiny round backside of his outside the confines of his trousers, my cock twitches in appreciation. I give him a moment, then follow. He's found the dishwasher and is bent over the rack, putting in the used dishes. Pulling open my dressing gown I run my hands over his buttocks and nestle my hardening dick in the cleft. Giggling, he wiggles his hips, glances over his shoulder and places his hands on the edge of the worktop. I have the lube in my pocket, but no rubbers.
'Give me a sec...'
'Do I have to?'
'I need a johnny.'
'Sure? I'm clean, you know. I'd love to really feel you.'
'Me too. I've...never actually barebacked before, though.'
'Neither have I, but I really want you to. What are you waiting for?'
It's only been an hour, so I know I don't need to get him ready to take me. No foreplay this time, I urgently need to cum in him, the thought of it makes my skin tingle. A slick of lube and I push in the head. His body lets me in easily, and I'm surprised by the difference skin-on-skin makes, warmer, slightly grippy. He moans, knees trembling, but I'm not 100% on this position, so I put my arm around his waist and lift him onto the worktop.
Reaching around I take his hard dick in my free hand and pump him with each thrust, running my mouth across his shoulders in lightly biting kisses as his groans turn to cries, savouring the extra sensation I'm getting without a rubber, especially when he starts to cum and the muscles inside him contract around me, bringing on a climax that makes my head spin. I don't think I've cum so hard before in my life, just the thought of it filling his arse seems to drain more out of me than I knew I even had. I stand bent over him for a moment trying to get myself together, till I soften and slide out. A creamy trickle escapes, running slowly down his perineum. It's one of the most erotic things I've ever seen. I help him get to his feet, keeping my arm around him as he sighs with satisfaction.
'That was incredible, you're incredible. I didn't know sex could be this good.'
'I could say the same.'
'Your kidding! You've done all the hard work. '
'No, I mean it.'
For a moment he's quiet, running his hand down the arm I have around him, then meshing his fingers into my own.
'You're...only the second guy I've ever done anything like this with.'
Turning to face me he looks a bit embarrassed by his lack of experience. I pull back a strand of his gold hair and tuck it behind his ear.
'Yeah? Then I'm glad you're having such a good time. Will you stay the night? I can lend you some clean clothes in the morning.'
'Yeah, I'd like that. You know, we've made bit of a mess of your kitchen.'
'You have.'
He bites his lip.
'I had help.'
Needless to say, we have a wild night and don't get much sleep. In the morning I feel shattered, though Toby looks fresh as a daisy as he lays on my shoulder, and I wish I still had his youthful stamina. I realise how much I've missed sharing my bed with another warm body. It's been too long. I'm a bit of an introvert and I've never been into the scene, so to speak, so I don't go out socialising much. Where is this going, though? I enjoy a good fuck as much as the next guy, but the thought that this is a one off saddens me immensely.
'Toby?'
'Hmmm?'
'Would you...'
How can I put this without sounding fourteen?
'Would you go out with me?'
Fail. He stretches the sleep from his body, yawning, and seems oblivious to what I'm asking.
'Go where?'
'You know... just, out? A movie, dinner, that sort of thing?'
'As in will I be your boyfriend?'
'Well, not necessarily, I'd just like to see more of you, outside work.'
Biting his lip, he smiles at me.
'Yeah, that'd be great.'
Tired though I am, I feel like the luckiest man alive.
End of part 1
I work for a medium sized company in Greater London, we do corporate branding, web stuff, brochures, that kind of thing. I've been working here for nearly seven years, and last spring, after a lot of hard work, I got a promotion that came with a small office all to myself, a little oasis of calm, with a nice sunny corner for my pet spider plant, Debbie.
It'd been going well, and I'd been in the role around three months, when I receive an email from higher up telling me that a student is coming in for work experience over the summer, and I'm responsible for him. There are a few details, his name is Toby, he's nineteen and has just finished his first year at university, studying for a degree in Graphic Design and Web. I can't say I was looking forwards to having him around, there wasn't much he'd be able to do, but at least he could make the tea.
On the day of his arrival, I wasn't prepared for what walked through the door when Claire, the HR manager, brought him in.
'Alec, this is Toby. Can you find him a desk and get someone to show him the ropes?'
He's about five ten, with that slender, lithe physique some adolescents are lucky enough to develop naturally, and I'm surprised he's nineteen, he looks younger. There's still a scatter of faint freckles across the bridge of his nose, gold blond hair in grown out waves is tucked behind one ear. I must have been looking too long, he catches my gaze, bites his lip, and I can't stop watching his mouth as its corners form a slight smile.
'Alec? Alec, are you listening?'
I give Clair a smile and try to look like Mr Professional.
'Of course! He'll be fine. Great to meet you, Toby.'
'I'll leave him in your capable hands, then.'
I know where I'd like to put my capable hands, but I slam the brakes on my imagination. I mean really, I can't, he's too young and this is work. As soon as she's gone I steer him back out into the main office and tell Steve, one of my underlings, to find him some desk space and show him what he's been working on, then scuttle back to my lair and try to forget he's here, concentrating on my jobs for the day.
Later, I'm in the little kitchen area microwaving my lunch when he strolls in with a handful of mugs and gives me that smile again.
'Oh, hiya Toby, how's it going so far?'
'Great thanks, it's quite different to Uni.'
He starts pouring coffee. I get a sneaky look at his backside, which is tiny and pert in his fashionably skinny trousers. He really is gorgeous.
'So, what are you hoping to get out of this placement?'
He leans against the worktop, a thoughtful look giving him an adorable pout.
'I just want experience in a proper design studio, hopefully get a look at a few people's portfolios, that kind of thing.'
The microwave pings, and I ignore it.
'I'd show you my portfolio, but it's really out of date. I think I've got it in a memory stick somewhere in my desk, I'll lend it to you if you like?'
He grins.
'Thanks.'
To my relief it's the end of the conversation, and I get to watch that juicy little arse as he carefully takes the mugs of coffee to their recipients. I'm so distracted that I forget to use a tea towel to retrieve my lunch from the microwave, the resulting burn snaps me out of my moment of horniness.
A couple of days later there's a soft tap on my office door. It's Toby. I've been keeping out of his way, just admiring him from a safe distance, and now here he is, stepping into my space.
'Alec, I was wondering, can I look at your portfolio today? I'd really like to see it.'
'Um.... Sure, hang on, I think I've got it here...'
I rummage through the desk drawers, wanting him out of here before I start to dribble. Seeing him stood there, all late teen swagger and choirboy face, I get the familiar tingle in my groin.
'I'm sorry, it doesn't seem to be here, must be at home. I should put it online, but...'
Toby's eyes fix on mine, he does that smiling lip-bite again.
'Maybe... I could come by and pick it up later?'
'From my house?'
'Yeah. Steve told me you live quite close to here, I could... you know?'
Oh god. My voice takes on a higher pitch, I can't shake my gaze from his.
'Sure.'
'Cool.'
Why? What did I agree to that? I could just bring it in tomorrow. As the door clicks behind him I rub my eyes, elbows on the desk, thinking what an idiot I am. By this point, I'm absolutely sure he's noticed the way I look at him. How could he not, I'm practically drooling, but what's he playing at? He's obviously been asking Steve about me. Is he leading me on? I can't stand this.
The afternoon passes far too quickly. I try and make up reasons to work late and fail. There's no looming deadlines and everyone is keen to go home at the regular time. I pack up my few belongings and hope Toby has forgotten.
'Do you have a car? Or can I give you a lift?'
He's leaning on my office door frame, rucksack over one shoulder.
'What?'
Like a total dork, I drop my phone. He leans down, picks it up, and hands it to me.
'Uh... Thanks. I usually get the bus but...'
Fishing in his bag, he takes out his car keys. Whatever he drives is old, the key fob is held together with peeling tape.
'It's no trouble, really.'
I try not to look at him as we make our way to the carpark. Any talk is light and trivial, and on my part fairly monosyllabic. I'm right about the car, it's an ancient hatchback, mainly rust held together by wishful thinking, a typical student's car. The interior is worn, cluttered with CD cases and empty soft drink bottles. He look slightly embarrassed as he scoops some of it off the passenger seat and into the floor.
' Sorry about the mess.'
The CD player is one of those ropey affairs with a dummy tape attached to a jack lead, and it starts up immediately he turns the engine over. I recognise the tune straight away.
'Hey, I know this tune.'
'Yeah, I love old rock.'
Old. I'm feeling it now, I bought this album first week of release. I'm only thirty-six but must seem elderly to him. As the car idles, he taps at his phone.
'What's your postcode?'
I tell him, and as we pull away the satnav starts giving him the directions to my house. I try not to talk too much.
The traffic is surprisingly quiet for the time of day, and before long we pull into my street and he finds somewhere to park. I wonder if I can get him to wait out here, but that would be a dick move as I'm not sure where Ive stashed the stick, so it could take me a while to find. I have no choice so invite him in. He stands in my living room, looking around, a beam of late sunlight catching his gold hair as he casually tucks it back behind his ear.
'Nice place. Is it all yours, or do you share?'
'It's all mine. I inherited some money and bought it before the prices round here went mental. Would you like a cup of tea while you wait?'
Before I can even put down my bag and go to the kitchen he puts his hand on my arm.
'Do I...make you uncomfortable?'
'What? No!'
I can feel my face redden.
'No... I uh...let me make you that tea...'
'You know, I don't actually want any tea, not yet, anyway.'
Dropping his rucksack, he starts to unbutton his shirt. I panic.
'What are you doing?'
'What does it look like I'm doing? I'm taking my clothes off. You'd like me to, I can tell.'
I have no reply. I'm rooted to the spot, staring, as his fingers move from button to button, then slips the shirt from his shoulders. His skin is pale and smooth, his nipples small and pink. I want to run my tongue over them, tease them into delicious little nubs.
'Toby, don't get me wrong, but this isn't a good idea, if work finds out that I...'
Eyes locked on mine, he steps closer towards me with a wicked grin.
'That you what? C'mon Alec, it's obvious that you fancy me, so, what would you like to do to me?'
It's too much. All my resolve has gone. I run my fingers through his hair, pull his parted lips towards mine and kiss him. I can feel his groin against my leg, he grabs my free hand and places it on the growing bulge beneath the fabric. I kiss down his neck till a reach one if those pretty nipples, lightly running my tongue over it, making him gasp sweetly. I squeeze his hardening dick, then flick his belt and fly undone so I can reach in under the elastic of his tight jersey boxers. My fingers run through soft hair and I gently stroke the little cleft either side of his balls, making him purr. Unexpectedly, he pulls away, takes my hand from inside his pants and leads me to the sofa, where I sit as he kicks off his shoes and socks then slowly slips out if his remaining clothes. He slides down his underwear, releasing his cock from its confines. It springs up, seven inches nearly grazing his navel, the head already moist with pre-cum, and stands before me naked, watching my eyes drink him in. I know what I want to do. Sliding forward in my seat I lean over and lick the shiny droplet from the tip.
'Sit over there.'
I gesture to a big squashy armchair by the window, and when he's seated I kiss him again, pulling his thighs apart so I can kneel between them, then return to those nipples, listening to his breathing hitch as I lick and nibble them hard, going further down to taste the skin on that firm, smooth torso. I hook my hands under his knees and lift his feet onto the chair, caressing the soft skin at the top of his inner thigh with my lips and tongue, breathing in the sweet musk of his crotch. He runs his hands over my neck, eyes closed, back arching, spreading his legs wider till they rest on the arms of the chair and every intimate inch of him is exposed to me. I run my tongue up his swollen perineum, feeling the puckered skin of his tight balls under my lips, the smooth hardness of his cock as I move up and take the head in my mouth, making him cry out and grab my hair as my tongue slides around the tip and the sensitive ridge below it. He's almost panting, my own hard-on is getting uncomfortable and making my underwear damp, so I stand and hurriedly take everything off, Toby watching me as I do through heavy lidded eyes.
'You asked what I wanted to do? Right now I really want to suck you off.'
He smiles, running his fingers down his open thighs.
'Mmmm...yeah, I'd love that. And I'd really like you to fuck me afterwards, too.'
I can but oblige.
The pre-cum is making sticky strings against his stomach when I kneel back down and take him in my mouth a deep as I can. I've always been good at this, I have no gag reflex. My cock is almost throbbing now as I taste the sweet-salt fluid in the back of my throat and he puts a hand on my head to push himself deeper, moaning each time my lips move up and down his shaft and my tongue strokes around the tip. The moans soon turn to gasps.
'Alec... I'm... I'm go into cum...'
I take him in especially deep and he shivers as hot jizz fills my throat and I drink it down, milking every drop I can from him. He tastes so good.
'I need you to fuck me, please.' He begs me in a quiet breathless voice and I've never been so turned on before. I go back to tasting that soft spot at the top of his inner thigh, now damp with sweat and all the more delicious for it. I run my hands over his narrow hips. Typical horny teenager, he's already nearly hard again. My own cock is aching, but it'll have to wait. I take a moment to just look at him, laid in the chair, legs spread, offering me everything of himself. It's beautiful, and as a keen explorer there's nothing I like more than a lover that wants me to play with them like this, access all areas. His balls are tight, perineum glistening with sweat, it's little ridge leading to a shallow dip where his hole, small, pink and juicy like his nipples, just peeks out between the partly open cheeks of his arse. I could take him right now, but I need lube and a rubber, so I stand, kiss him, and head for the bedroom to get what I need.
'Hang on a tick.'
A couple of minutes later I'm back. He smiles at me across the room and strokes himself as I approach.
'So...' I kneel down again, squeezing a little lube onto my fingers. '...how badly do you need fucking?'
'Badly, really badly. You've got a nice fat cock, I want to feel it stretch me out.'
I could just pile drive right into him, my dick wants me to, but I decide to relish all the intimate skin he's offering for my enjoyment first. Grabbing his hips, I pull him forwards in the chair till his backside is on the edge, then push his knees up higher till I have a full view of the pink, puckered hole I so badly want to pound, and run my slick fingers around it. He shivers at my touch, his little entrance twitching. Lightly, I slip the tip of my finger inside. He's really tight, so I slowly go deeper, putting a bit if pressure on his prostate as I go, making him gasp. I slide it in and out of the snug band of muscle a few times, then slip in another as I feel it give.
Eyes closed and lips parted, he writhes with pleasure, taking his hard dick in his hand and pumping up in time with each finger stroke of that sweet spot inside, but it's not what I want, if he carries on he'll cum too soon, so I grab his wrist and move it back to the chair arm.
I can't wait any longer, I need to be inside him. Tearing open the packet with my teeth and one free hand, I roll the rubber onto my weeping cock.
'Are you ready?'
'Oh god, yes.'
Pulling out my sticky fingers, I slick myself up with them and press the head gently into him. He gives way easily. Now, I'm a very visual person, and I like to watch when I first penetrate a guy, the way my girth stretches his skin and the excess lube gathering on my shaft as I slowly inch my way in. It's a moment I relish, but too soon there's nothing to see except the base of my cock so I pull back out to enjoy what had been tight and puckered pulled smooth and shiny around me. Toby is moaning softly, eyes tight shut. He looks beautiful, I lean in to kiss him, pressing his weeping erection between our bodies, and buck my hips in one hard thrust that goes deep, making him cry out.
'Are you okay, am I hurting you?'
I'm buried in his body down to the balls. He can barely speak.
'No... no... it feels so good. Fuck me hard, please. I need it.'
Again I slowly slip almost out then grab his thighs, thrusting back in so forcefully my pelvis slaps against his arse, again and again. He's hot and tight I don't think I can keep it up for too long, but neither can he, crying out so loudly that I hope the neighbours aren't in yet. He's a screamer.
'Alec... I'm cumming... I...'
The inside of his arse pulses, his trapped dick twitches and I feel the warm liquid spurt, slicking our bodies. With each wave of his orgasm I drill in and within a few seconds my body goes rigid as I crest, pumping my juice into him, then I collapse, sweaty and satisfied, and he wraps his arms and long legs around me.
'Fucking hell, Toby, that was amazing. Are you okay?'
He's quiet, getting his breath back.
When he finally speaks, there's a tinge of regret in his voice.
'That was the best shag I think I've ever had. I didn't even know I could cum just from being fucked like that. I'm sorry...I didn't do more for you.'
I lift my head to see his face and smile.
'Nah, I absolutely love it when a guy just lays back and lets me have my wicked way with him. We should shower. Would you.. .like to stay for dinner?'
'Thanks, that'd be nice.'
I pull him up from the chair before his legs cramp, leading him to the bathroom, where I take great delight in standing him under the shower head and washing down his body with a flannel.
'You're beautiful, you know.'
He blushes. It's adorable.
'Nah, I'm kind of skinny and pale. I should go to the gym.'
'What? I love your body, I find really buff guys a turnoff, to be honest. You're perfect as you are.'
'Thanks. What about you?' He runs his hand over my wet chest. 'You've got a great physique. Do you swim or something?'
'Run. Not your sad pavement jogging, I can't stand that, I like to run out of town. Woods, hills, muddy fields, that kind of thing.'
I turn off the shower and climb out, throwing him a towel.
'What do you fancy eating? I've got plenty in. Chicken? Pizza?'
'Pizza sounds good. I don't want you to go to a load of trouble.'
'Honestly, It's no trouble. I'd be glad to cook for you.'
He's too sweet for his own good, I pull him close to kiss him, the water from his wet hair runs down my arm as I stroke his face.
'I should get my clothes.'
'No, don't bother, just dry yourself off. I'll turn up the heating.'
'What, and just wander round your house in the buff?'
'Yes. That would be fantastic.'
He does that smiling lip bite I'm getting so fond of. For a second or two I think I should just throw him onto the bed and fuck him all over again, but my stomach is growling. Food first.
I chuck on a dressing gown and get busy in the kitchen. I place the pizzas, and cold bottles of the Czech lager I'm partial to, on the coffee table by the sofa, where Toby is curled up like a cat, flicking through his phone. For some reason, this gets me worried.
'Toby?'
'Yeah?'
'You'll... umm... you'll be careful who you tell about this, won't you?'
He looks confused, then agitated.
'What do you mean, careful? Oh, hey, you've got a boyfriend, haven't you...Shit, don't tell me you're married!'
'What? No, no I don't, I'm not. It's at work. I don't think it's a good idea if people found out that-'
'That you've been fucking the work experience kid?'
'Yeah.'
Toby laughs, throwing down his phone and grabbing the beer.
'Don't worry, I won't say anything, it probably wouldn't be good for either of us. You'll have to stop looking at me across the office with your tongue hanging out like you have been, though.'
'Oh god, was I that obvious?'
He says nothing, just swigs the lager and looks at me, eyebrows raised.
We chat as we eat. He tells me more about himself, the over priced grotty student house he shares, where he's from, his interests, his worries about the debts he's already racking up. We've got a surprising amount in common. I can't stop looking at him, the way he moves, the lean muscles shifting under that pale, smooth, skin, the animation in his face as he speaks. When were finished he offers to wash up.
'Ah, just chuck the plates in the dishwasher.'
He unfolds himself from the sofa and takes them through to the kitchen. It's a delight to see that tiny round backside of his outside the confines of his trousers, my cock twitches in appreciation. I give him a moment, then follow. He's found the dishwasher and is bent over the rack, putting in the used dishes. Pulling open my dressing gown I run my hands over his buttocks and nestle my hardening dick in the cleft. Giggling, he wiggles his hips, glances over his shoulder and places his hands on the edge of the worktop. I have the lube in my pocket, but no rubbers.
'Give me a sec...'
'Do I have to?'
'I need a johnny.'
'Sure? I'm clean, you know. I'd love to really feel you.'
'Me too. I've...never actually barebacked before, though.'
'Neither have I, but I really want you to. What are you waiting for?'
It's only been an hour, so I know I don't need to get him ready to take me. No foreplay this time, I urgently need to cum in him, the thought of it makes my skin tingle. A slick of lube and I push in the head. His body lets me in easily, and I'm surprised by the difference skin-on-skin makes, warmer, slightly grippy. He moans, knees trembling, but I'm not 100% on this position, so I put my arm around his waist and lift him onto the worktop.
Reaching around I take his hard dick in my free hand and pump him with each thrust, running my mouth across his shoulders in lightly biting kisses as his groans turn to cries, savouring the extra sensation I'm getting without a rubber, especially when he starts to cum and the muscles inside him contract around me, bringing on a climax that makes my head spin. I don't think I've cum so hard before in my life, just the thought of it filling his arse seems to drain more out of me than I knew I even had. I stand bent over him for a moment trying to get myself together, till I soften and slide out. A creamy trickle escapes, running slowly down his perineum. It's one of the most erotic things I've ever seen. I help him get to his feet, keeping my arm around him as he sighs with satisfaction.
'That was incredible, you're incredible. I didn't know sex could be this good.'
'I could say the same.'
'Your kidding! You've done all the hard work. '
'No, I mean it.'
For a moment he's quiet, running his hand down the arm I have around him, then meshing his fingers into my own.
'You're...only the second guy I've ever done anything like this with.'
Turning to face me he looks a bit embarrassed by his lack of experience. I pull back a strand of his gold hair and tuck it behind his ear.
'Yeah? Then I'm glad you're having such a good time. Will you stay the night? I can lend you some clean clothes in the morning.'
'Yeah, I'd like that. You know, we've made bit of a mess of your kitchen.'
'You have.'
He bites his lip.
'I had help.'
Needless to say, we have a wild night and don't get much sleep. In the morning I feel shattered, though Toby looks fresh as a daisy as he lays on my shoulder, and I wish I still had his youthful stamina. I realise how much I've missed sharing my bed with another warm body. It's been too long. I'm a bit of an introvert and I've never been into the scene, so to speak, so I don't go out socialising much. Where is this going, though? I enjoy a good fuck as much as the next guy, but the thought that this is a one off saddens me immensely.
'Toby?'
'Hmmm?'
'Would you...'
How can I put this without sounding fourteen?
'Would you go out with me?'
Fail. He stretches the sleep from his body, yawning, and seems oblivious to what I'm asking.
'Go where?'
'You know... just, out? A movie, dinner, that sort of thing?'
'As in will I be your boyfriend?'
'Well, not necessarily, I'd just like to see more of you, outside work.'
Biting his lip, he smiles at me.
'Yeah, that'd be great.'
Tired though I am, I feel like the luckiest man alive.
End of part 1
Myra
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