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It started out as just another day in the week. Get up, catch the train in to town, go to work for 8 hours then catch the train home.
I work in a bank and have been in this branch for 8 years. I had started out as a teller and progressed through to the lending department.
There are a lot of really nice looking girls working there and some really good looking female customers as well. I’ve had a couple of girlfriends, but can take or leave them.
Ever since I was 17 I’ve wondered what it would be like to be with another man, to take his cock in my mouth, massage my lips up and down his shaft and then feel him forcing his way inside my bum and fuck me good and hard. I have a few gay porn sites saved as favourites on my computer at home and have spent many hours watching how it’s done, wanking and squirting in to my knickers. I do this so I don’t stain the chair or the carpet. Plus it’s kind of horny wearing knickers that are full of warm wet cum and pretending that it’s your lover’s cum.
I am now 27, so I’ve been doing this for a while now. Never had the guts to go to a gay bar or cruise club just in case I see someone I know and, anyway, I have no idea what to do or say, or even if I fancy men. Maybe it is the just the thought of doing something that’s been taboo among my family and friends.
I was checking all the overdrawn accounts, making sure that they were within the approved overdraft limit and making notes of those whose cheques would be returned, those who we would write to, and those that I would need to phone.
There is a restaurant that is continually over its approved overdraft limit. We have arrangements to phone them and find out how much is being banked and then get them to come in to the branch to do the banking so we are sure that we do not need to return cheques to control their debt.
The rumour going round is that the 2 owners are gay guys.
The owner called Dean is the one who comes in most of the time. He’s not bad looking, light brown hair, as tall as me and average build. I’ve had sexual thoughts about him and haven’t been turned off at all. In fact, watching gay porn and imagining that Dean is fucking me turns me on so much that I squirt pretty quickly.
Maybe this is the reason that I am particularly hard on them. I don’t want anyone to even guess that I have had those thoughts for 10 years now.
I picked up the phone and dialled their number.
When Dean answered I introduced myself. He knew exactly what I was after. He told me how much he had to bank but said that they had a very large lunch party coming in around 1 o’clock and that he couldn’t bring the banking in till mid-afternoon. This was too late for us but the amount of banking was so large that it would just about put them back in credit.
Dean asked if there was any way that I could come and get the banking. He said there was no cash, just cheques and credit cards.
I looked at my watch and told him that I couldn’t get there till 11.30 as I had an appointment at 10.
When I walked in to the restaurant at 11.20 it was mayhem. Waiters were running round setting tables, arranging chairs, writing menu boards.
I managed to attract the attention of one of the waiters and asked for Dean. The waiter looked me up and down and pursed his lips. “Well, well. Dean is definitely improving his tastes honey. This way.” He turned around and led me through the bar to an office out the back.
“He’s in there honey. ” He then blew me a kiss, winked and left.
I knocked on the door and entered. No one was there so I looked around the room. There was a large window looking out over one of the inner city parks. The window was framed by curtains that looked like heavy material. I noticed that one of the ends of the curtain was unattached and hanging a bit loose. A low 3 seater couch faced away from the window towards the back of the room. At the back of the room there was a large old style desk with a leather top and what looked like mahogany wood.
Each wall had framed photographs hanging on them. I walked around the room looking at each of the pictures. I was a bit surprised to see that each photo was that of a naked or near naked man. They were in poses ranging from lying on their backs with legs spread to standing up with hands behind their necks showing off their bodies. Those who weren’t quite naked were either in jeans with the zips undone or standing there showing off perfectly white briefs. The guys wearing jeans were showing a large cut, erect cock with a fleshy inviting head. Those in white briefs had their large hard cocks hidden, which left something to the imagination. The jeans were either black or blue in colour and the briefs were either Jockey Y fronts, Calvin Klein or 2(X)ist. The guys in Jockey Y fronts made my balls tingle and I felt my chest tighten.
My breath shortened and legs trembled as I suddenly remembered whose office I was in.
“Like what you see? Not bad are they?”
I turned around shocked to see that Dean had come in to the office and was watching me look at the photos.
“No” I said. I was so embarrassed that I didn’t know what else to say.
“Thanks for coming to get this for me. I really appreciate it. We’re so busy here at the moment. I see you have already met Shaun? Don’t worry. Most of us aren’t as camp as him. And, contrary to popular belief, we don’t want to screw every guy we meet”.
“What. Not even me?” It was out before I could stop it. I felt my cheeks go red and my mouth went dry when I realised what I just said.
“Well, maybe I might make an exception for you. After all, you do have a nice bum.” He winked at me as he said it.
“Anyway that’s not why you’re here. I’ll get the banking.”
He went round the back of the desk, unlocked the top drawer and drew out a canvass bag. He took the contents out and placed them in front of me. “I’ve got a couple of these bags so don’t worry about taking this one. I’ll grab another the next time I’m in” he said.
I made sure that the number of cheques and credit card debits were there, calculated the clearance fee, stamped his receipt book and placed the contents back inside the bag.
Dean looked me in the eye and said “Tell me. Which of the photos is your favourite? I mean, if you had to pick one?”
My eye went straight to the photo of a guy standing with his hands behind his neck, showing off his large cock through his white Jockey Y Front briefs. Dean laughed and asked me if I like to leave a bit to the imagination. “Or do you just have a thing for guys in white briefs?”
“What about this one?” he asked pointing to a photo of a naked guy lying on his side with a large perfectly shaped, hard cock.
“He’s not bad” I stammered. I felt my own cock leak a bit into my pants and knew that I was turned on being in Dean’s office talking to him about gay guys.
“He is nice isn’t he? Your bum reminds me of his.” He changed the subject quickly. “While you’re here would you mind helping me fix that curtain up there? Someone tall needs to stand on the back of the couch to re-attach it but he’ll need to be supported otherwise it could get a bit dodgy.”
“Sure” I said. “I’ll stand on the couch and do it for you. Just make sure I don’t fall off”.
I took my shoes off and got on to the back of the couch. It was quite slippery as it was a leather couch so I could instantly see why whoever was fixing the curtain needed someone to hang on to him.
Dean knelt on the couch behind me and as I reached up to the curtain he put his hands on my hips. My breath shortened again as he touched me and my cock leaked a little more.
As I reattached the curtain to the track he moved his hands and cupped them round my bum. He held me firmly, maybe more firmly than was really necessary.
I was having trouble reaching high enough as my shirt was tucked too far in to my pants so I reached down and tugged it out. That gave me enough freedom to keep working.
“Tell me. Have you ever been with another guy before?” The question came right out of the blue.
“No I haven’t” I said, very conscious of his hands on my bum.
“Not even thought about it? Ever?”
“Well yes, I have thought about it. Since I was 17.” Again something came out of my mouth before I could stop it.
“And you’ve never done anything about it? Never been to a gay bar or cruise club?”
“No. Never”.
“What about porn? You seem to like the photos.”
I finished reattaching the curtain but stayed on the back of the couch. Dean started to massage his hands on my bum. Gently squeezing at the same time. I didn’t mind so I stayed where I was pretending to still be working.
“Yes I’ve watched lots of porn at home.” My voice must have sounded a bit tense and raw as his squeezing and massing intensified slightly.
“I see you’re finished up there. Be careful when you come down. Here I’ll help you” he said. He placed one hand on the small of my back and the between my thighs and guided me down on to the floor.
I was facing the window and looking out at the park when I felt him close to my left ear. “Let me tuck you in. Otherwise people might get the wrong end of the stick if you leave here like this.”
His arms circled my waist and his hands found my belt buckle. He slowly undid my belt and top button. The he took the left side of my pants in his left hand and slowly undid the zip with his right.
His lips closed over my neck and his right hand slid into my pants and cupped my balls, gently squeezing and twisting.
My breath shot out of my mouth as I gasped. My knees went weak and my cock leaked into my knickers.
Dean kissed and licked my neck. “Kiss me” he said. I turned my head and felt his mouth close over mine. His tongue searched for mine as we kissed passionately. I’d never kissed another man before but this excited me hugely. My cock throbbed a little and leaked even more juice in to my knickers.
His hand went into the waist band of my knickers and circled my cock. “Mmmm nice cock” he whispered into my mouth. “Turn around” he commanded.
Dean dropped to his knees and took my cock in to his mouth. It was hot and wet. I gasped again. It had been a long time since I had been sucked. His tongue licked the tip and then the shaft disappeared into his mouth. His lips massaged up and down my cock. I was in heaven.
He stood and said “Your turn now. Time to put in to practice all that watching from the sideline”.
He placed his hand on my shoulder and pushed me to my knees. He unzipped his pants and out flew this gorgeous cock. It was about 6 inches and reasonably thick all the way along, being slightly thicker at the base. It had a graceful curve which ended in a wonderfully luscious head. It was a cock that I had only imagined getting screwed by. The only pubic hair was a landing strip directly above the base of his cock. He obviously took great care down there.
He put his hand behind my head and guided my mouth on to his cock. I took the base of his cock in between my right thumb and fore finger, opened my mouth and let him enter. It was everything I had ever dreamed off. Enough to fill my mouth but not too much to stretch my lips too far. I put my tongue over my bottom teeth and moved up and down his shaft.
He moaned as I massaged his cock with my lips, up and down, up and down. I took it out and ran my tongue around the tip, licking it like I would lick and ice cream. I looked up at Dean. He was watching me, pleasure evident in his face.
“You look so hot with my cock in your mouth” he said.
He took his cock out and looked at me. He started slapping it on my cheeks and lips, teasing me by pushing it in and out of my mouth but not letting me suck on it more than a couple of seconds.
“Stand up” he said.
I stood up and he led me over to the desk. He placed his hands on my shoulders and pushed so I was leaning on the top of the desk, resting on my elbows.
He pushed my pants down to my ankles, lifted each ankle off the floor and threw my pants over to the couch. He manoeuvred my knickers down around my hips.
There was a large full length mirror on the wall opposite so I could see everything that was taking place.
He spat on his right hand and rubbed it all over his cock. He looked at me in the mirror and said “Time to lose that cherry honey.”
I knew exactly what was about to happen as I had seen it many times in the porn I had seen.
I watched as he positioned himself directly behind me and felt his hands part my bum cheeks. The fleshy head of his cock that had been in my mouth not too long ago was placed at the entrance to my love hole.
I felt a lot of pressure there as he tried to force his cock inside me. At first it didn’t work so he spat on to his hand and rubbed more saliva over his cock. He then tried again.
“Push your bum out a bit and go on to tippy toes. You’re very tight” he said.
As I did that I felt the tip of his cock part my lips and slide inside. I gasped and looked in the mirror. My mouth was wide open and my face was reddening up. “Oh fuck” I moaned as I felt the pain of getting screwed for the first time. “Oh fuck, oh fuck” I kept saying.
Dean took his cock out and rubbed my bottom making soothing sounds. I could feel my hole twitching as it tried to recover.
“You’ll be OK. Because it’s your first time it will hurt for a little while but it will get better” he said. I felt the head of his cock get placed at my entrance again. I looked at myself in the mirror as he entered without much opposition this time. Dean stopped as he got the tip through my virginal opening and asked me if I was OK. He was gently massaging my bum as he asked.
“Yes. Oh yes it’s nice. Keep going” I gasped.
Dean withdrew his cock, leaned over me, placed his hands on my hips, pulled me towards him and pushed the entire shaft inside me. I was breathing heavily and my mouth was open. He stopped when he was all the way inside me. He started to grind round and round, up and down, loosening me up even more.
“Oh oh oh fuck yes” I murmured. “Oh fuck me faster” I begged.
Dean took his cock half way out and then rammed it back in to the hilt. He started going in and out, in and out, repeatedly using my love hole to massage and pleasure his wonderful cock. My hole was burning and my insides were stretched and full of his lovely cock. I watched in the mirror as my cherry got well and truly taken by this masterful gay man. His face was gorged with pleasure as he continually rammed his perfect cock in to me. I could hear, feel and see his hips slapping against my bum cheeks with each thrust. He placed his hands on my shoulders and started to thrust harder and faster.
“You’re my little faggot bitch now. I’m gonna fuck you and fill your pretty little arse full of cock every day. Tell me you’re a faggot and you love it. Tell me you want me to send you back to your bank with your arse full of my cum. Go on, say it faggot bitch” he commanded as he continually fucked and fucked and fucked me.
“Oh yes I’m your faggot bitch. I love your cock fucking me. Fill me up with your cum. Oh oh oh fuck me harder and faster” I begged.
I watched as the words came tumbling out of my mouth and Dean fucked me with shorter, harder faster strokes. He had to hang on to my shoulders to stop me sliding along the desk. I couldn’t believe how good it felt. Finally, after 10 years I was getting screwed by another man with a perfect cock and it felt right, like it was something I should have been doing all my life.
Dean started breathing really heavily. “I’m gonna cum inside you bitch” he croaked. “Oh yes please. Cum inside my faggot hole. Fill me up.”
I watched as his face tightened, his jaw set and his lips pursed. He thrust all the way inside me and I felt his cock swell in size. He started throbbing inside me, unloading his love juice as far inside me as he could get. He withdrew and thrust a couple more times and I could feel his throbbing cock squirting load after beautiful load inside me.
When he stopped he slid his cock out, reached over to a box of tissues and wiped me clean. The he cleaned himself.
I pulled my knickers up and then put my pants and shoes back on. Dean handed me the banking bag and opened the door.
“Thank you that was really nice. You’ll have to come in for the banking more often” he said.
I was walking towards the door when I saw Shaun looking at me knowingly. As I went down the stairs to the road I realised my shirt was not tucked in. I stopped half way down the stairs and tucked it in. I reached around to my bum and felt my hole through my knickers. It wasn’t as sore as I had thought it would be. As I reached the street I felt the first load of cum leak out from my no longer virgin arse in to my knickers. It leaked out all the way to work and made my bum cheeks slippery and warm.
Dean’s cum continued to leak in to my knickers all afternoon. I tried not to leave my chair as I was scared that because my knickers were so wet with his cum that my pants were also wet and people would see. I was pretty sure that I could smell Dean’s cum through my pants. I thought that if I could smell his cum then other people might be able to as well.
I stayed at work until everyone had left, then walked to the train station. It was a really weird feeling. I could still feel where his cock had been, stretching, loving, filling me up. I looked every guy that walked past me in the eye with the knowledge that I was no longer a virgin and was proud of it.
When I got home I took my knickers off to see how wet they were. I could smell Dean’s cum in them and it smelt wonderful. My knickers were saturated. I knew that next time I would have to take precautions and wear a girl’s panty shield. After all, I couldn’t stay at my desk all the time.
And yes, there would definitely be another time.
I work in a bank and have been in this branch for 8 years. I had started out as a teller and progressed through to the lending department.
There are a lot of really nice looking girls working there and some really good looking female customers as well. I’ve had a couple of girlfriends, but can take or leave them.
Ever since I was 17 I’ve wondered what it would be like to be with another man, to take his cock in my mouth, massage my lips up and down his shaft and then feel him forcing his way inside my bum and fuck me good and hard. I have a few gay porn sites saved as favourites on my computer at home and have spent many hours watching how it’s done, wanking and squirting in to my knickers. I do this so I don’t stain the chair or the carpet. Plus it’s kind of horny wearing knickers that are full of warm wet cum and pretending that it’s your lover’s cum.
I am now 27, so I’ve been doing this for a while now. Never had the guts to go to a gay bar or cruise club just in case I see someone I know and, anyway, I have no idea what to do or say, or even if I fancy men. Maybe it is the just the thought of doing something that’s been taboo among my family and friends.
I was checking all the overdrawn accounts, making sure that they were within the approved overdraft limit and making notes of those whose cheques would be returned, those who we would write to, and those that I would need to phone.
There is a restaurant that is continually over its approved overdraft limit. We have arrangements to phone them and find out how much is being banked and then get them to come in to the branch to do the banking so we are sure that we do not need to return cheques to control their debt.
The rumour going round is that the 2 owners are gay guys.
The owner called Dean is the one who comes in most of the time. He’s not bad looking, light brown hair, as tall as me and average build. I’ve had sexual thoughts about him and haven’t been turned off at all. In fact, watching gay porn and imagining that Dean is fucking me turns me on so much that I squirt pretty quickly.
Maybe this is the reason that I am particularly hard on them. I don’t want anyone to even guess that I have had those thoughts for 10 years now.
I picked up the phone and dialled their number.
When Dean answered I introduced myself. He knew exactly what I was after. He told me how much he had to bank but said that they had a very large lunch party coming in around 1 o’clock and that he couldn’t bring the banking in till mid-afternoon. This was too late for us but the amount of banking was so large that it would just about put them back in credit.
Dean asked if there was any way that I could come and get the banking. He said there was no cash, just cheques and credit cards.
I looked at my watch and told him that I couldn’t get there till 11.30 as I had an appointment at 10.
When I walked in to the restaurant at 11.20 it was mayhem. Waiters were running round setting tables, arranging chairs, writing menu boards.
I managed to attract the attention of one of the waiters and asked for Dean. The waiter looked me up and down and pursed his lips. “Well, well. Dean is definitely improving his tastes honey. This way.” He turned around and led me through the bar to an office out the back.
“He’s in there honey. ” He then blew me a kiss, winked and left.
I knocked on the door and entered. No one was there so I looked around the room. There was a large window looking out over one of the inner city parks. The window was framed by curtains that looked like heavy material. I noticed that one of the ends of the curtain was unattached and hanging a bit loose. A low 3 seater couch faced away from the window towards the back of the room. At the back of the room there was a large old style desk with a leather top and what looked like mahogany wood.
Each wall had framed photographs hanging on them. I walked around the room looking at each of the pictures. I was a bit surprised to see that each photo was that of a naked or near naked man. They were in poses ranging from lying on their backs with legs spread to standing up with hands behind their necks showing off their bodies. Those who weren’t quite naked were either in jeans with the zips undone or standing there showing off perfectly white briefs. The guys wearing jeans were showing a large cut, erect cock with a fleshy inviting head. Those in white briefs had their large hard cocks hidden, which left something to the imagination. The jeans were either black or blue in colour and the briefs were either Jockey Y fronts, Calvin Klein or 2(X)ist. The guys in Jockey Y fronts made my balls tingle and I felt my chest tighten.
My breath shortened and legs trembled as I suddenly remembered whose office I was in.
“Like what you see? Not bad are they?”
I turned around shocked to see that Dean had come in to the office and was watching me look at the photos.
“No” I said. I was so embarrassed that I didn’t know what else to say.
“Thanks for coming to get this for me. I really appreciate it. We’re so busy here at the moment. I see you have already met Shaun? Don’t worry. Most of us aren’t as camp as him. And, contrary to popular belief, we don’t want to screw every guy we meet”.
“What. Not even me?” It was out before I could stop it. I felt my cheeks go red and my mouth went dry when I realised what I just said.
“Well, maybe I might make an exception for you. After all, you do have a nice bum.” He winked at me as he said it.
“Anyway that’s not why you’re here. I’ll get the banking.”
He went round the back of the desk, unlocked the top drawer and drew out a canvass bag. He took the contents out and placed them in front of me. “I’ve got a couple of these bags so don’t worry about taking this one. I’ll grab another the next time I’m in” he said.
I made sure that the number of cheques and credit card debits were there, calculated the clearance fee, stamped his receipt book and placed the contents back inside the bag.
Dean looked me in the eye and said “Tell me. Which of the photos is your favourite? I mean, if you had to pick one?”
My eye went straight to the photo of a guy standing with his hands behind his neck, showing off his large cock through his white Jockey Y Front briefs. Dean laughed and asked me if I like to leave a bit to the imagination. “Or do you just have a thing for guys in white briefs?”
“What about this one?” he asked pointing to a photo of a naked guy lying on his side with a large perfectly shaped, hard cock.
“He’s not bad” I stammered. I felt my own cock leak a bit into my pants and knew that I was turned on being in Dean’s office talking to him about gay guys.
“He is nice isn’t he? Your bum reminds me of his.” He changed the subject quickly. “While you’re here would you mind helping me fix that curtain up there? Someone tall needs to stand on the back of the couch to re-attach it but he’ll need to be supported otherwise it could get a bit dodgy.”
“Sure” I said. “I’ll stand on the couch and do it for you. Just make sure I don’t fall off”.
I took my shoes off and got on to the back of the couch. It was quite slippery as it was a leather couch so I could instantly see why whoever was fixing the curtain needed someone to hang on to him.
Dean knelt on the couch behind me and as I reached up to the curtain he put his hands on my hips. My breath shortened again as he touched me and my cock leaked a little more.
As I reattached the curtain to the track he moved his hands and cupped them round my bum. He held me firmly, maybe more firmly than was really necessary.
I was having trouble reaching high enough as my shirt was tucked too far in to my pants so I reached down and tugged it out. That gave me enough freedom to keep working.
“Tell me. Have you ever been with another guy before?” The question came right out of the blue.
“No I haven’t” I said, very conscious of his hands on my bum.
“Not even thought about it? Ever?”
“Well yes, I have thought about it. Since I was 17.” Again something came out of my mouth before I could stop it.
“And you’ve never done anything about it? Never been to a gay bar or cruise club?”
“No. Never”.
“What about porn? You seem to like the photos.”
I finished reattaching the curtain but stayed on the back of the couch. Dean started to massage his hands on my bum. Gently squeezing at the same time. I didn’t mind so I stayed where I was pretending to still be working.
“Yes I’ve watched lots of porn at home.” My voice must have sounded a bit tense and raw as his squeezing and massing intensified slightly.
“I see you’re finished up there. Be careful when you come down. Here I’ll help you” he said. He placed one hand on the small of my back and the between my thighs and guided me down on to the floor.
I was facing the window and looking out at the park when I felt him close to my left ear. “Let me tuck you in. Otherwise people might get the wrong end of the stick if you leave here like this.”
His arms circled my waist and his hands found my belt buckle. He slowly undid my belt and top button. The he took the left side of my pants in his left hand and slowly undid the zip with his right.
His lips closed over my neck and his right hand slid into my pants and cupped my balls, gently squeezing and twisting.
My breath shot out of my mouth as I gasped. My knees went weak and my cock leaked into my knickers.
Dean kissed and licked my neck. “Kiss me” he said. I turned my head and felt his mouth close over mine. His tongue searched for mine as we kissed passionately. I’d never kissed another man before but this excited me hugely. My cock throbbed a little and leaked even more juice in to my knickers.
His hand went into the waist band of my knickers and circled my cock. “Mmmm nice cock” he whispered into my mouth. “Turn around” he commanded.
Dean dropped to his knees and took my cock in to his mouth. It was hot and wet. I gasped again. It had been a long time since I had been sucked. His tongue licked the tip and then the shaft disappeared into his mouth. His lips massaged up and down my cock. I was in heaven.
He stood and said “Your turn now. Time to put in to practice all that watching from the sideline”.
He placed his hand on my shoulder and pushed me to my knees. He unzipped his pants and out flew this gorgeous cock. It was about 6 inches and reasonably thick all the way along, being slightly thicker at the base. It had a graceful curve which ended in a wonderfully luscious head. It was a cock that I had only imagined getting screwed by. The only pubic hair was a landing strip directly above the base of his cock. He obviously took great care down there.
He put his hand behind my head and guided my mouth on to his cock. I took the base of his cock in between my right thumb and fore finger, opened my mouth and let him enter. It was everything I had ever dreamed off. Enough to fill my mouth but not too much to stretch my lips too far. I put my tongue over my bottom teeth and moved up and down his shaft.
He moaned as I massaged his cock with my lips, up and down, up and down. I took it out and ran my tongue around the tip, licking it like I would lick and ice cream. I looked up at Dean. He was watching me, pleasure evident in his face.
“You look so hot with my cock in your mouth” he said.
He took his cock out and looked at me. He started slapping it on my cheeks and lips, teasing me by pushing it in and out of my mouth but not letting me suck on it more than a couple of seconds.
“Stand up” he said.
I stood up and he led me over to the desk. He placed his hands on my shoulders and pushed so I was leaning on the top of the desk, resting on my elbows.
He pushed my pants down to my ankles, lifted each ankle off the floor and threw my pants over to the couch. He manoeuvred my knickers down around my hips.
There was a large full length mirror on the wall opposite so I could see everything that was taking place.
He spat on his right hand and rubbed it all over his cock. He looked at me in the mirror and said “Time to lose that cherry honey.”
I knew exactly what was about to happen as I had seen it many times in the porn I had seen.
I watched as he positioned himself directly behind me and felt his hands part my bum cheeks. The fleshy head of his cock that had been in my mouth not too long ago was placed at the entrance to my love hole.
I felt a lot of pressure there as he tried to force his cock inside me. At first it didn’t work so he spat on to his hand and rubbed more saliva over his cock. He then tried again.
“Push your bum out a bit and go on to tippy toes. You’re very tight” he said.
As I did that I felt the tip of his cock part my lips and slide inside. I gasped and looked in the mirror. My mouth was wide open and my face was reddening up. “Oh fuck” I moaned as I felt the pain of getting screwed for the first time. “Oh fuck, oh fuck” I kept saying.
Dean took his cock out and rubbed my bottom making soothing sounds. I could feel my hole twitching as it tried to recover.
“You’ll be OK. Because it’s your first time it will hurt for a little while but it will get better” he said. I felt the head of his cock get placed at my entrance again. I looked at myself in the mirror as he entered without much opposition this time. Dean stopped as he got the tip through my virginal opening and asked me if I was OK. He was gently massaging my bum as he asked.
“Yes. Oh yes it’s nice. Keep going” I gasped.
Dean withdrew his cock, leaned over me, placed his hands on my hips, pulled me towards him and pushed the entire shaft inside me. I was breathing heavily and my mouth was open. He stopped when he was all the way inside me. He started to grind round and round, up and down, loosening me up even more.
“Oh oh oh fuck yes” I murmured. “Oh fuck me faster” I begged.
Dean took his cock half way out and then rammed it back in to the hilt. He started going in and out, in and out, repeatedly using my love hole to massage and pleasure his wonderful cock. My hole was burning and my insides were stretched and full of his lovely cock. I watched in the mirror as my cherry got well and truly taken by this masterful gay man. His face was gorged with pleasure as he continually rammed his perfect cock in to me. I could hear, feel and see his hips slapping against my bum cheeks with each thrust. He placed his hands on my shoulders and started to thrust harder and faster.
“You’re my little faggot bitch now. I’m gonna fuck you and fill your pretty little arse full of cock every day. Tell me you’re a faggot and you love it. Tell me you want me to send you back to your bank with your arse full of my cum. Go on, say it faggot bitch” he commanded as he continually fucked and fucked and fucked me.
“Oh yes I’m your faggot bitch. I love your cock fucking me. Fill me up with your cum. Oh oh oh fuck me harder and faster” I begged.
I watched as the words came tumbling out of my mouth and Dean fucked me with shorter, harder faster strokes. He had to hang on to my shoulders to stop me sliding along the desk. I couldn’t believe how good it felt. Finally, after 10 years I was getting screwed by another man with a perfect cock and it felt right, like it was something I should have been doing all my life.
Dean started breathing really heavily. “I’m gonna cum inside you bitch” he croaked. “Oh yes please. Cum inside my faggot hole. Fill me up.”
I watched as his face tightened, his jaw set and his lips pursed. He thrust all the way inside me and I felt his cock swell in size. He started throbbing inside me, unloading his love juice as far inside me as he could get. He withdrew and thrust a couple more times and I could feel his throbbing cock squirting load after beautiful load inside me.
When he stopped he slid his cock out, reached over to a box of tissues and wiped me clean. The he cleaned himself.
I pulled my knickers up and then put my pants and shoes back on. Dean handed me the banking bag and opened the door.
“Thank you that was really nice. You’ll have to come in for the banking more often” he said.
I was walking towards the door when I saw Shaun looking at me knowingly. As I went down the stairs to the road I realised my shirt was not tucked in. I stopped half way down the stairs and tucked it in. I reached around to my bum and felt my hole through my knickers. It wasn’t as sore as I had thought it would be. As I reached the street I felt the first load of cum leak out from my no longer virgin arse in to my knickers. It leaked out all the way to work and made my bum cheeks slippery and warm.
Dean’s cum continued to leak in to my knickers all afternoon. I tried not to leave my chair as I was scared that because my knickers were so wet with his cum that my pants were also wet and people would see. I was pretty sure that I could smell Dean’s cum through my pants. I thought that if I could smell his cum then other people might be able to as well.
I stayed at work until everyone had left, then walked to the train station. It was a really weird feeling. I could still feel where his cock had been, stretching, loving, filling me up. I looked every guy that walked past me in the eye with the knowledge that I was no longer a virgin and was proud of it.
When I got home I took my knickers off to see how wet they were. I could smell Dean’s cum in them and it smelt wonderful. My knickers were saturated. I knew that next time I would have to take precautions and wear a girl’s panty shield. After all, I couldn’t stay at my desk all the time.
And yes, there would definitely be another time.
Madison
- 31.10.2022
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