AN ALMOST WILLING SEDUCTION - M/M A nearly true story....comments welcome. cgard43@hotmail.com
A few years ago, I got into jogging, either during my lunch hour or right after work. I'd go running and then have a shower in the men's room at the office before either going home or getting back to work.
After a while, I got to where I preferred to exercise after work, in part I guess because things weren't going so great at home and by doing a workout then I was totally relaxed when I got home.
I'd been living with my girlfriend for about a year, but in the last four months or so things had changed a lot. We used to have a lot of fun and went out with friends a lot. Lately, she's been really stressed out at work and never wants to do anything. We used to talk to each other all the time; now we get into an argument about any little thing.
And sex certainly wasn't the answer. In the beginning, we had sex almost every night and I felt that we both were totally satisfied. She initiated it as often as I did, and our sex life was exciting and varied and really a joy. She liked every position we could think of and she especially liked oral sex...that is when I was the one doing it. She toyed with sucking my dick, but never really did much but lick it. Nonetheless, I had had no complaints.
Lately, however, it just hadn't been either fun or frequent. I was still just as willing, but she was standoffish and when we did have sex it was wham-bang and that was it.
I'd tried to talk to her about it, but she just said she was going through a difficult time and I tried to be patient and caring to help her get through it.
Meanwhile, I started to notice that this guy at work named Dan frequently came into the men's room to take a piss just about the time I got out of the shower. Standing at the urinals, he only had to turn his head for me to be in full view and he seemed to stand there a long time as I toweled off.
I thought I'd seen him looking at my cock and balls a couple of times but just figured it was my imagination or a guy's normal curiosity at how another man's endowed and paid no attention to it.
Then one evening, Dan stood there for what seemed like a very long time, chatting as I dried myself. Out of curiosity, I decided to see what he did if I gave him the chance to get a good look. So I draped the towel over my head and was drying my hair, standing there in the nude about ten feet from him.
I could actually see him the whole time and Dan's eyes never left my cock. He just stared at it.
I've never actually been embarrassed having another guy see me naked, nor am I ashamed of the size of my dick. It isn't really very big when it's soft but it probably reaches to seven and a half inches or so when it gets hard. But standing there having a guy stare at me suddenly made me feel funny.
I finished drying myself and wrapped the towel around my waist, and Dan rather quickly zipped up his pants and headed over to wash his hands and leave.
I couldn't get it out of my mind as I drove home that night, and it had me very puzzled. A couple of minutes later I chuckled and shrugged my shoulders.
"So what if he likes looking at your dick?" I asked myself. "Maybe it turns him on." I was somewhat surprised to have spoken that thought aloud.
The idea struck me as funny and I had to laugh. I'd never in my life thought about whether another guy would find me a turn-on, and it was sort of strange to think about. Then I shrugged my shoulders. Hell, I wasn't going to worry about it one way or the other.
On the other hand, I felt my cock just start to stiffen against the taut cotton of my shorts and I touched it gently. Frankly it felt good.
I didn't see Dan for a week or so when I was having my shower and although I didn't forget about the incident, I thought of it less and less for not seeing him. I even remember one night after I'd dried off I was kidding around and started posing as if to show an imaginary person standing at the urinals my best side. I laughed and it kind of cheered me up. Things were still rather off balance at home and I was starting to get depressed. And, by the way, starting to get a little horny too.
It was almost the end of the following week when I saw Dan again. He came into the men's room just after I finished showering. The scene was like all the other times with him just standing there, pissing or pretending to do so, while I dried off. But something was different this time. Suddenly I felt embarrassed. I didn't do anything openly like covering my crotch with my hand or anything. Instead I just felt the color rising in my cheeks, and felt a little strange about it.
In any event, he left shortly and I got annoyed with myself as I finished getting dressed.
"Why did you let it bother you?" I chided myself on the way home. Then I felt another flush as I felt guilty for the posing mime I'd gone through a few days earlier.
"It's almost like you want him to like checking out how you're hung," I told myself, and frankly admitted I didn't have an answer for that.
I got home to find a message on the answering machine from my girlfriend that she would be out of town on a business trip for three or four days. I briefly considered going out and hunting up some action, but when she called a little later, she sounded in a cheerful mood and that calmed me down. It didn't do much for the raging hard-on I woke up with during the night, but I talked myself out of even taking matters in hand and went back to sleep.
I awoke again very early in the morning in the midst of a strange dream. I was a go-go dancer in one of those women's nightclubs and was standing up there on the stage wearing a skimpy jockstrap and dancing while the women came up and stuck dollar bills into the waistband. It was kind of wild and I was having a ball until a guy I recognized as Dan walked up to the foot of the stage.
He didn't offer money. Instead, he reached his hand right into the top of the jockstrap and took my dick in his hand. It grew stiff almost instantly and I woke up with a jolt. My eyes quickly became accustomed to the dim light and I grinned as I realized I had my own hard cock in my hand.
A couple of minutes later, after resisting temptation again, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror over the dresser as I passed it. All seven plus inches was at full attention and I smiled to myself again.
"No wonder seeing my dick turns him on," I told myself. "You've got a great cock, boy. He probably wants to suck it off." I laughed to myself, but the idea of a blow job was pretty exciting I had to admit.
Two days later, I was unusually late finishing my run because I'd had a lot of work to get caught up on and so I didn't finish showering until nearly seven o'clock. I was just stepping out of the shower stall when I heard the door open and somehow wasn't surprised to see that it was Dan. He headed for the urinal and when he looked over and saw me he spoke.
"Well, you're here late tonight, aren't you?" he asked with a pleasant smile.
I answered that I'd been working and had gotten a late start. I started drying myself methodically and suddenly realized that I wasn't embarrassed at all.
"If he wants to see my dick, let him," I told myself confidently. "Hell, I'm proud of what I've got."
And stare he did. He barely managed conversation so I did my best to talk about the weather and whatever came into my mind as he stood there staring directly at my endowment. I even combed my hair without benefit of a mirror just to give him a good, long look.
And then it happened. Trying to be so nonchalant, I forgot that sometimes a guy's dick has a mind of its own. Without warning, it started to stiffen rapidly. I mean, in a matter of thirty seconds I had a half hard-on and it was getting longer, thicker and harder with each passing second.
I couldn't help it. I couldn't stop it at all. While he stood there staring at my cock and balls, my rod literally rose to attention all the way. I didn't panic. I just reached for my towel, intending to wrap it around my waist and hopefully get away without anything happening. But that wasn't to be.
"Looks like you're anything but relaxed after your run," Dan said with a glint of a chuckle in his voice. He nodded his head in the direction he'd been staring.
"Yeah," I answered, trying to bluff it out. "Guess it's just thinking about a big night ahead." I tried to laugh but it didn't sound convincing.
"Oh," he said, zipping his fly and stepping back from the urinal.
"Sure, what else would it be?" I said, wishing I could grab the words back when they were halfway out of my mouth. He stopped then turned and took a step or two toward me.
"I don't know. You tell me," he said in a husky whisper. He smiled, still staring in the direction of my crotch.
There I stood with a seven and a half-inch hard-on and a 'no-where-to-go' feeling, and that's when my feet got stuck to the floor.
I couldn't seem to move them, or the towel, or anything else for that matter. It was like I'd been frozen into a statue and could only stand there, feeling more than a little silly and with my dick pointing upward.
"Maybe your dick is saying it wants attention now, huh?" he whispered. I tried again to laugh it off, but he didn't move away.
"You've sure got a big one," he said and I felt rather than saw him take another step forward. "You're really a hot looking stud with a big, sexy cock that looks like it needs action."
I felt myself start to tremble and obviously he noticed it too.
"That what you're offering?" I stammered, then caught myself.
"No, I don't mean that," I went on quickly. "I mean I don't do anything like that. I'm...."
"You don't have to do anything," he said, again almost whispering, "just admit you want it. You do, don't you?"
"I don't know," I said, sounding pretty stupid. My eyes met his and followed his gaze as it moved lower again to my crotch.
Then, just as both of us were focusing again on my crotch, my cock throbbed visibly.
"Oh yeah, you're really hot, man," he whispered and moved even closer. He glanced up and our eyes met and I did what I guess I'd wanted to do all along. I nodded.
I felt rather than saw him crouch down and I felt the heat of his body near mine even before me touched me. When that came, he took my dick in his hand in the most gentle way imaginable and just held it lightly.
"Lean up against the wall," he murmured as I trembled again and we both moved the half a foot or so until my shoulders were against the shower door.
"I've never..." I started to mumble but he cut me off.
"Relax and just let it happen," he murmured, and then suddenly I felt the heat and wetness of his tongue against the head of my cock.
"Oh God," I mumbled, then gasped aloud as his lips surrounded the head of my dick and his hot, steamy mouth slid down the thick shaft.
"Oh God," I stammered again as he moved up and down my dick,
suddenly taking its full length into his mouth. The head push down into his throat and I felt the muscles of his mouth tighten around my meat. It was a truly unbelievable feeling.
It was hot and wildly stimulating. I stood motionlessly while he sucked on my cock, every movement sending wild sensations of pleasure throughout my body. It almost felt too good...I mean, the delicious sensations of someone sucking your cock were wild on their own, but when he moaned with such obvious desire as he serviced my dick, it was just incredible.
I felt my cock grow harder and harder as he sucked, the hot wetness of his mouth made my cock almost throb. Very gently he ran his hands up and down my legs, all the time keeping my dick deep in his mouth.
"Oh shit," I said almost as a reflex when his lips touched the base of my dick as he deep throated my cock again. It was a wild feeling, quite unlike anything I'd ever felt before. I must say if I'm totally honest that those wild sensations were all I was thinking about...I certainly wasn't dwelling on the moral aspects of the situation.
I can't say how long it went on in real time, but it seemed to me that he sucked my cock for many minutes. I was getting nearer and nearer to coming and he just kept sucking it deep into his throat, moaning just the slightest sound every time he succeeded in swallowing the whole length.
"Oh God," I stammered as I knew the goal line was in sight. "Oh God...man, I'm gonna come." I expected him to stop and move off my dick but he didn't.
"Hmmmm," he moaned quietly, sucking now even more fiercely and
sending sparks of excitement all through me. I could feel my legs start to tremble and every muscle tense up, and then I was coming and coming and coming. It was without a doubt the wildest, most intense orgasm I've ever had.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhh," was I think the sound I made, my whole body shaking as he siphoned every drop of my load from my dick. He just kept sucking, but more slowly and gently now, as if he was nursing my cock for every drop it would provide.
My body sagged as the crashing climax washed over me and then was over. Dan was still sucking on my dick even as I came back down to earth.
"What the fuck...." I started to say, but he held up his hand, letting my cock slip out of his mouth.
"You needed it and you wanted it," he said softly, "And so did I." He stood up and wiped his hand across his mouth.
"Thanks, man," he said quietly, "It was great." He quickly walked from the room as I stood there, too stunned to move.
It took me several minutes to regain my composure enough to finish
getting dressed. My cock was damp from his saliva and I dried it with the towel. I remained in a state of amazement and confusion even as I got dressed and walked out to my car. I started the engine, but sat staring dumbly ahead of me.
I was half way home before I realized fully what had happened to me. Like it or not, I'd been seduced and had my dick sucked by another man. It was unbelievable that this could happen, wasn't it?
Two beers and a pizza later I was still in my same confused state. I couldn't even seem to relax. I kept sitting down then getting up again and then trying to sit over in this chair or that chair. Finally I walked to the bathroom and stared at myself in the mirror.
"Face it, man" I said to my own image, "It happened. He sucked your cock." I almost choked on the words.
"Worse than that, there's no way you can deny it was one of the best damned feelings you've ever had, wasn't it." I nodded stupidly back at myself.
I tried to be analytical about it. I couldn't do it. I tried to piece together the puzzle and see if I'd been the one who started it. I wasn't sure. An hour later, as tiredness swept over me and I headed toward bed, I still was in this mixed-up state.
Sleep came surprisingly easy and I slept soundly and without dreams. I woke up with an intense hard on, but smartly reasoned it was from needing to piss rather than any sexual arousal. I went through the morning motions with making coffee, drinking juice and then the showering and dressing routine.
Halfway to work the question began to nag at me. What if I see him? What if he says something about what happened? What if it gets out that he sucked your cock?
"Oh, that's stupid," I countered, "Why would he ever tell anyone." I pushed it out of my mind and settled in for the normal day at work. I felt restless but forced myself to concentrate on the work. Besides, it was Friday and the week-end awaited.
About 10 o'clock I walked down to the men's room for purely routine purposes. As I pushed open the door and walked in I came face to face with the scene of the crime as it were. Standing at the urinal I could see the spot perfectly and in my mind's eye I pictured me standing there naked with Dan hanging off the end of my dick, giving me one wild ride. The men's room door opened and I jumped.
False alarm. It was just a guy I worked with, come to use the facilities as well. I finished quickly, washed my hands and started back to work. My assistant stopped me.
"Today's Dan Fisher's last day; did you know?" she said. I admitted that I didn't know anything about it.
"Yeah, they're having cake for him in the lunchroom this morning," she said. I told her I thought I'd better skip the fattening stuff and we both laughed. I ducked back into my office and busied myself with my work.
Later that afternoon, near to quitting time as a matter of fact, the email symbol on my computer started blinking, meaning more incoming mail. I clicked on the icon casually but was stunned when the note popped up.
Greg -
I hope you're not sorry or mad about last night. It just happened. BTW, I liked doing what I did. You're a sexy guy and really turn me on very much. I suppose you've heard that I'm leaving today, and in fact I'll be gone by the time you get this. If, however, you want to get together again, I'm at your service, even if you just want to talk about it. Give me a call at 555-1234 any evening or on the weekend. If not, thanks for the hot memory! It was great! Dan
I clicked on the delete icon....clicked YES that I really did want to delete the message. It didn't matter; I'd already memorized the phone number. Besides, that really wasn't the question.