Whoa, this was a surprise. Was he getting into position to be fucked? It didn't seem likely, considering his anti gay attitudes. Why that would be a commitment of very serious proportions. Then I got the answer, and it wasn't one I expected or wanted.
"Jack, I heard about ass play and, and, and some tongue stuff. I might like that."
"Oh gosh Greg, I didn't expect in a million years that you'd request that. It's called rimming. I've had it done to me. It's hot. I guess I haven't had any experience doing it myself, but...if that's what you are thinking about, I could try."
(Of course, that was baloney. When I have a lover I trust and I am really steamed up, my natural fastidiousness disappears.)
I started off mildly, only using my hands. I stroked his big, shapely bunns. Wow, he really liked that. He must be ass centered and didn't know it. He began sighing loudly at each touch and seemed to be going into his own orbit.
Okay, I'll rachet it up a peg. I pinched his peach halves gently. Double wow, he moaned and grunted a lot. I guess I'm good at this. I took my finger and called his attention to his ass hole by rubbing over the pucker. I had hit gold! He began speaking to himself. "Oh shit, that's so good. I'm getting dizzy from it. Don't stop."
Dare I? Shit, yes! Or hoping, no shit. I stuck out my nearly virgin tongue and used the tip like a Q Tip and did a ring around the rosy on his rosy. I hadn't expected the explosive result.
He howled like a wolf at midnight and his ass ring began vibrating and pushing in and out. He began talking in tongues: You dirty pig. How can you do that? Oh how I love it. What I have been missing....and on and on. I was taking insults by the score. Did it make me mad, no, it only proved I must be doing something right.
As for me, I was getting into hard on hell. My cock was leaping and buzzing and wondering if I had forsaken it. I gave it a couple of comforting rubs. I had to stop, it pulled in, ready to fire. Oh no, not yet. It quieted down. But my mind was drawn away from my own neediness by a voice from the vault. It was Greg his long eyelashes fluttering and groaning out his painful request.
"Maybe you should finger fuck me."
Not exactly a normal request form this homo-hater and certainly not one to make in polite society. But fuck the niceties. Who am I to get all pinky finger raised when I am acting like a major rimmer. He wants a finger, I'm going to give him a finger. If he changes his mind and punches me out, so be it.
I saucily wet my finger. Where did I learn that? I attempted to insert it but Greg closed the door to his ass. He clamped it tight as a miser's purse. At the same time I saw that the poor kid had broken out in a copious nervous sweat. Poor thing.
"Hey Greg. You want to go to finger fuck heaven or not? I can't get in."
His answer was, "Kiss me...hard."
Sure, I thought. I leaned down and put my lips on his burning ones. A soft kiss I planned, but his strong, muscled arm flew around my neck and he pushed me hard against his lips and then began pushing his rude tongue into my mouth. We made out like this for many minutes until we were both moaning and breathless.
When we parted, he said firmly, "Now!"
My finger went right in. He half reared up and cried out. "Oh that's good. Move it around."
I did. I found his prostate and made it ring with sensation. He was singing now in tongues. He was a happy boy. He was my boy to play with. Now comes the home run.
I leaned close to his ear. "Greg baby, don't fight it. I think you need a good fucking. Give me the word. I can do it. I'll bring you to the promised land."
He husked, "Do it!"
I got into position, but I was under control. Unless I did it right, he would never forget the "rape" by Jack. I have a smaller cock head than the shaft. I just put the head in and left it there as an introduction. What do you think? Greg took the hello and decided to ask me in. He pushed his hot ass right onto my cock and I slide in like a knife into butter.
In a sec my pubes were nestled against his smooth ass. He was taking breaths like a weight lifter. I stayed steady, no moves. But then he took over. He pushed back and forth like a piston, gargling in delight, making sure my cock hit every spot in his canal.
The kid was crazed. I hung on so as not to fall on the floor. My cock was getting so rigid and drippy that I had trouble keeping it in.
Greg must have always had this peculiarity, he got a little violent when his orgasm was nearing. He began pounding my back and cursing me and the whole world. Suddenly the eye of the storm came. He stopped moving, he began to make sounds of fear as if his ejaculation might be his last. "Oh no,uh, uh, ooooh."
More choking sounds, then he began hosing his bare chest, first a long stream that hit his lips, then succeeding ones coating his belly and finally his pubic hair.
I tell you, I was right there with him, babbling like a baboon, my cock spewing like a fire hose. We were mindless and helpless and messy as hell. This pitch had to end.
We rested, I on top of him. Now I began to wonder if he would be assailed with regret that he had joined the other team. I couldn't resist it. "Did you like it?"
He said nothing for awhile. "It was different."
"That's all you can say? I thought it was pretty insane and great."
"I've had some pretty wild times with girls."
Well that was it. The boy took a walk on the wild side and was chalking it down to an adventure. If I had, in a small part of my mind, thought that he might be a steady partner, it evaporated.
He dressed without speaking, waved to me and was out the door fast.
Then Monday, at the office, he was painfully formal with me...until just before lunch.
"Hey Jackster, you busy tonight?"
"What? I mean why?"
"I just thought we could set up a routine of you being a male friend with benefits."
"You mean when "she" isn't available or won't, you know. No, I don't like that idea. I'm not some kind of plumbing fixture that you plug in."
He was quiet. "What are you saying. You want me to be a steady boyfriend, a gay lover?"
"Sound okay to me," I said smugly, putting on my jacket, preparing to go to lunch.
He took me by the shoulders and looked into my eyes, "Jack, if that's the conditions, I accept."
I quickly kissed him before anyone might notice and then said, "Greg, you asked on your first day here if there were any queers in this office. I can now give you an answer, 'Yeah, two."
End of Story