Looking back now, it all happened so slowly. I would never have guessed my life could have changed so much in the past six months. Let me start at the beginning. I work for a small business in the upper management. My secretary had used a computer for years, but I finally got one of my own. An Internet connection came with the package, so suddenly the world was at my fingertips.
At first it was very new and exciting. I found myself surfing for hours at all kinds of interesting web pages. I stayed after hours to continue my thirst for knowledge. It wasn't long before I began to find an entire subculture of sexual attractions that I never knew existed. I grew up in a pretty protected environment, and didn't have too many sexual encounters prior to marriage. I had always wondered what all the fuss was about, I mean sex was 'ok' but the world didn't revolve around it. I can see now that this made me a pretty blah person, dull at parties, bored at home, lacking color in my black & white world.
The Internet changed this pretty fast. It was easy to click on a site that was naughty. I could feel my pulse race as I began to explore more deeply. I was afraid to divulge my personal information, so I only went to free sites or preview stuff. For the first time, I felt vitality in my sexual curiosity, and began to surf after hours with an erection demanding new stimulation.
I can't remember the first place I saw pictures of naked guys. I didn't realize that I had begun to seek out pictures where I could see the guy's cock clearly. This slowing evolved curiosity led me to some 'Bi-curious' stuff, where cocks were the primary focus of attention. I found that my erections were becoming more frequent and demanded immediate attention. Having a private office led me to the next step of masturbating at my computer, almost nightly. I found some pictures that created such a heightened reaction that I began to save them in what I thought were secret files hidden deep in my hard drive.
Without making a conscious decision, I began to surf exclusively at gay hardcore sites, reading gay erotica, and writing e-mails to authors of stories I liked. Several pen-pal relationship evolved from this, and I began to find a whole sub culture of married guys who had gay fantasies or hidden lives.
Being a small company, we had a guy on contract for computer maintenance and trouble shooting. My computer began to have some problems, so Jim came by late one afternoon to take a look. Knowing he was coming, I cleaned up my history and temporary Internet files.
Jim was an old acquaintance, and had gone through a divorce two years prior. I had sought Jim out for the job, and was always glad to see him in the office. Today was no exception, but I suddenly noticed his cute butt, and charming smile, and his tight blue jeans. I sat back as he began to examine the cables under the desk. I found myself looking at Jim's body, adjusting my growing erection. Jim found some problems, and began to explore the software for other glitches. We talked and chatted as he poked and prodded around. He suggested I put a picture as the wallpaper, and began to search for .jpg files, which I had no idea what they were.. I didn't remember having any of those types of files when suddenly my heart exploded when up on the screen came my favorite jerk-off cowboy, leather chaps, hard dick, and glowing smile. Jim quickly closed the picture and opened another, this time it was a young stud, pool side, jerking off when cum splattered all over his chest. He moved to a third picture, and I was helpless to say or do anything. The third was a guy getting fucked with his legs over the shoulders of a hot stud. Jim's only words were "Wow."
"Well, I don't see anything suitable for wall paper," Jim said "but I think your problem is fixed. Let me know if you have any problems." Jim stood up, and I detected a slight bulge in his jeans. I was completely numb with fear of being discovered and outed, and didn't even rise, shake his hand, or say good-bye. I immediately deleted the pictures, and swore I would never surf gay sites again.
For several days, I kept that promise, but slowly the need arose, and I found myself back in old habits. I tried to forget what Jim had seen, but every time I saw him, I felt my face flush with embarrassment. He never said a word about, not even a smirk or a wink. Jim was contracted to upgrade all our custom software up to Y2K compliance, and I consulted with him on that project. One evening, he came in late, and I just barely got the computer screen minimize as he opened my door. I rolled my office chair under my desk to hind my exposed cock, which quickly became soft at the potential danger.
"Hey, I'm sorry. I thought everyone was gone. Your light was out. I was just going to look something up on the Internet, and I remembered you had access" Jim said.
"Well, I'm on-line now, wait just a second and I'll get out" I replied. I quickly used one hand to zip up, and the other to exit the site that was getting me off that night. I suddenly realized that I could not erase the history files without being too obvious. "OK Jim, it's all yours" I said as I got up from my seat.
"This will only take a minute, let's see, I'm looking for a drivers for the CD ROM on the customer service computer."
"I'm going to get a coke, be right back," I said as I left the office. I was shaking from the adrenaline in my system from getting caught with my pants down. When I returned to the office, I almost dropped my coke as I saw him looking at the picture that I had used to jerking off. It was a muscle bound stud in a classic body builder's pose with a massive cock, fully erect.
"Well, at least you have good taste in men" he said without even turning around.
"You weren't supposed to see that," I said, with more force that I intended.
"Don't get your boxers in a knot. I won't tell a soul. I've never seen pictures like these before," he said as he scrolled down several other pictures. At one picture, he made a comment "My gawd, look at the cock on that guy. How does he walk around with that?"
I loosened up, and moved closer to the computer. "Yeah, that a big one, but I've seen bigger" I said.
"Really? Where?" Jim asked.
"Go to the history for yesterday, and scroll down. There, that one" I said, as he clicked the new site.
"Could this be for real? No guys could have a cock that big, must be fake," Jim said.
"I think lots of these pictures are doctored. Some of them show guys spurting half way across a room, no way that could really happen."
Jim continued to surf the site, then suddenly, he got up. "I've got to finish the customer service computer. See you later" he said. As he rose to leave, I could clearly make out his erection. He self-consciously shifted it in his jeans, and he was gone. I was confused by his reaction, but was fighting the need to relieve my own erection. Not feeling safe in my office, I chose the men's room.
As I entered the room, I was immediately aware that Jim was already in the single stall. I could see his pants around his ankles. I said nothing as I went to the urinal, and struggled to release my erection from my underwear, finally needing to unsnap my slacks to accommodate the release.
"That you?" I head Jim ask.
"Yes, just me." I replied. I began to stroke my cock, being pretty sure that Jim was doing the exact same thing. "Can't pee with this damned hard-on."
"Know what you mean, got the same problem. Those were pretty hot pictures. I've always admired the female body, jerked off for years to Playboy, but never thought much about pictures of men."
I could hear his strokes as he talked. His balls were slapping as he spoke next. "This stuff has got me all worked up. I hope you don't mind, but I've got toahjerk off."
I didn't respond, as I began to build to my own release. I heard Jim catch his breath, and new that he was spilling his spunk into the toilet paper. I was still stroking as he pulled up his pants and flushed the toilet. He exited the stall, and suddenly stopped behind me as I drew close to orgasm.
"See you're doing the same thing" Jim said. I suddenly turned at the sound of his voice behind me. Jim's eyes were suddenly on my cock, and I didn't skip a beat as I continue on my quest. I should have turned back around, but I didn't. He watched as I suddenly spurted cum onto the floor, several feet in front of me, almost hitting his shoes. My knees were weak as I stood and felt my body relax.
"Not bad" he said, with a big smile on his face. He washed his hands, and quickly left the bathroom. I cleaned up the floor, washed my hands and quickly left for home. It had been the most tremendous orgasm of my life, and suddenly I was confused by my own desire. I had always been content with jerking off to these fantasies, but suddenly I wanted to suck Jim's cock, watch him jerk off, taste his cum. I was consumed with guilt as I arrived home, too exhausted to do anything but got to bed.
The next few days were a blur. I found myself surfing the net with renewed vigor. Suddenly, saving pictures didn't seem as risky as before. I choose some that I though Jim would like to see, the outrageous and the extreme. I didn't see Jim again till the next week, and was unsure of how to act around him. Everything went on like normal till the office emptied after closing time. I was surfing the net, building up my sexual energy when I heard him knock on the doorframe.
"Hi, how's it going?" He casually asked.
"Fine, just surfing awhile till I'm ready to head for home."
"Find anything interesting?" he asked as he moved closer to my chair.
"Oh, a few things. I saved some pictures I thought you might like."
I could feel Jim's heat as he stood directly behind me. My fingers suddenly didn't work, and I had problems finding the right files. As I brought the first one up, I could hear his clothing rub against the chair as he tried to get closer.
"Wow, look at that guy. I never new guys could suck their own dick. What's next?"
"Slow down guy, I only saved a few. Here the nextoh I remember this one. Look at the bubble butt on that guy. Reminded me of yours"
"My butt don't look anything like his."
"From where I'm looking, it sure does!"
"Well, thanks for the compliment. What's next?"
"This one's a cowboy on a hay bale jerking off."
"Look at that cum fly, looks like you the other day!"
"Thanks you for the return compliment."
The sexual banter continued as well continued on the pictures I had saved. I couldn't look directly at Jim, but knew that he was horny. After the last picture, he left to complete some work. As if on cue, I left for the men's room, hoping for a repeat performance. I was very disappointed when he was not there, so I went into the stall, and began alone. I had kicked off my trousers from one leg so I could spread my legs. I was just getting going when I heard him enter the room.
"Jim, is that you?" I asked.
"Yes, don't worry, you're safe" he replied. I heard him step up to the urinal, and could see his feet. Suddenly they turned, and I saw his head over the top of the stall.
"What-cha-doing?" he asked.
"Writing my master's thesis. What do you think?"
"Interesting topic. I can see that you've expanded the subject."
Knowing that he was watching was quite a turn on. I spread my legs further, and played with my balls as he quietly watched. I slid forward on the seat, and leaned against the tank, as I approached orgasm. My cum hit my chest and filled my navel. I reached for some toilet paper to clean up. I pulled up my pants, flushed, and left to wash my hands. Jim entered the stall, and closed the door. I saw his feet as he turned and sat down. He copied my actions as I saw him slip one leg free. I quickly took the watching perch as Jim began his show.
I had never seen Jim naked or near naked. His dark pubic hair surrounded his dick. He was already hard, and was about 6 inches of cut meat. His beefy balls hung down freely between his spread legs. He made eye contact and smiled as he began to stroke in earnest.
Having just shot a massive load of cum, I was surprised to feel myself get hard leaning against the partition. I wished for a glory hole, and felt like I was about to drill one myself. Jim continued to copy my movements as he slipped forward, and paid special attention to his balls. I watched as he worked his dick with one hand, and rolled his balls with the second. I wanted to give him a hand, but was not sure how far to take things, so I simply watched as Jim came to orgasm. He must have been really turned on, as the first spurt hit his left cheek. He stopped as he rubbed the last over his shaft on into his balls. His shirt was stained, but he quickly wiped it off. As he stood, I moved back to the sink to wash my hands. I wanted to say or do something, but was immobilized by my own fear. Jim simply washed up and left the room.
Our bathroom interactions continued for several months, with little variation or expansion. I began to fanaticize about Jim, sucking him, tasting his cum, licking his balls. He became my total obsession, but I was not sure how to move beyond masturbation.
As it turned out, the company provided my opportunity. The boss decided that I should be on hand on New Year's Eve just in case the computers failed. I suggested and he agreed that Jim should also be there. I began to plan for that evening, weeks before the opportunity arose. We agreed to meet at 10:00 that evening. I was so excited that I had a hard time pretending to my wife that I was pissed about having to work.
I arrived a little early. I had showered and primped myself in total anticipation of the evening. I had some new sexy underwear, trimmed my public hair, and shaved my balls just in case. My wife would never notice the difference, as she never got that close. I was surfing the net when I heard Jim arrive, about a half-hour late.
"Sorry you had to spend you holiday here" I said as he came into the office.
"Well, I didn't have much else going on. Any sign of computer problems?"
"No, everything seems quiet. I was just surfing to pass the time."
"Well, move over so I can get a chair" he requested.
I moved over as Jim brought over a chair. I could smell his cologne as he sat down. He looked exceptionally nice. I continued to surf and pulled up some interesting pictures.
"Saved anything interesting?"
"Yes, let me find them. Here's onea glory hole in a men's room."
"Look at that guy suck that cock. You ever see a glory hole? Jim asked.
"Yes, there was some at the book store just south of town, but now their just peep holes due to health reasons." As the next picture came up, "Look at that guy getting fucked on the side of the pool."
"That's got to hurt, look at the size of that cock. You ever been fucked?" Jim asked.
"No, the glory hole is the only action I've ever seen. This stuff is all new to me. How about you?"
"I've even had less than you. Yours is the only hard dick I've ever seen. Until I looked at those pictures with you, I'd never even thought about guys like that, now it seems it's all I can think about."
"Sorry, didn't mean to ruin your life" I said.
"You didn't. I always new something wasn't right. I'm beginning to realize why sex was never very important to me, and why my marriage was so boring."
"I can relate to that."
I watched as Jim made an attempt to shift his growing penis. I leaned back and shifted myself. "Is the outside door locked?"
"Yes, I locked it after I came in. Are you expecting anyone else to be here tonight? Jim asked.
"No, just you and me. Mind is I let the monster lose?" I asked.
"Fine, I was thinking about the same thing."
We both unzipped, letting our erections peek out. We scanned through some pictures, read some erotic stories, all the while stroking our dicks. I was generating a lot of pre cum, which I rubbed around the crown. Without thinking about it, I brought a drop to my lips.
"What's it taste like?" Jim asked.
"Not much flavor, just slick. You ever tried your own?"
"Not yet" I watched a he took a drop to his lips. "You're right, it's very slick, but slightly sweet."
"Really? Mind if I try?" Without waiting for a response, I reached over and took a drop from the tip of his penis. I brought it to my lips. "You're right, yours is more sweet."
Jim reached over and took a taste.
"Mind if I get more comfortable?" I asked as I slipped my pants off. Jim looked surprised at first, and then did the same. I spread my legs, and pulled my balls free. The next picture was a guy getting deep-throated. "That looks like fun" I said.
"Sure does. How do they take it all?" Jim asked.
"Not sure, something about relaxing the throat muscles. Never done it myself."
There was a pause, and then he asked, "Want to try?"
Without responding, I slipped to the floor and moved towards Jim. He slid forward in the seat, till his balls hung over the edge. I had never been this close, and I took in the smell first. I nuzzled my nose in his pubes, and then his balls. I first touched him with my tongue at the very tip. I circled the crown, savoring the flavor and silkiness of his pre-cum. I moved down his shaft, like an ear of corn. His balls were hanging low, and I moved them with my hands, bringing one to my mouth. The scent was stronger here, and it made my blood boil. I lifted them, and moved my tongue lower, till I spotted his pucker. Jim slid forward to give me better access, and my tongue found its target. Jim simply moaned at my explorations.
I returned to his cock, leaking more and more. Jim's head was rolled back, and his eyes were shut, as I suddenly took his shaft in my mouth. It was not as difficult as I expected to get him in my mouth. I began to piston my movements with increased suction. Jim's hands found my ears, as he began to direct my movements. His guttural sounds were getting louder and more desperate as he suddenly held my head still. I could feel the semen rise up the shaft, and suddenly my mouth was full of a new flavor and texture. It reminded me of bland oatmeal, little favor but lots of volume. I swallowed it quickly, but lost some down my lips and chin.
"Oh Gawd! That was fantastic. I've never had a blow job like that," he said with a large grin on his face.
"Imagine how good it could be with more experience," I said as I returned to my chair. I was afraid to ask Jim to reciprocate, but desperate for relief. I moved my hand to begin pumping. Jim took my hand away, and sank to his knees. I stood, and repositioned my butt to the very edge. Jim lost little time as he began to explore my body with his mouth and hands. He used similar technique that I used, but spent more time on my ass hole. I felt his tongue press beyond the outer ring. The sensation was incredible, and I suddenly wanted to be filled. My silky balls looked beautiful on his forehead. He returned to my cock for the finale, and quickly took me over the edge. It was the most intense orgasm of my life. I thought I heard fireworks.
Jim returned to his seat, and I could see that he was erect again. He returned to the computer and surfed a few sites. I got up and got us some soft drinks. It felt weird walking around the office without pants. Jim used the restroom, and we both returned to my office.
Looking at picture of a guy getting fucked, I said, "When you touched my ass, I thought I was going to explode. Would you do that again?"
"Why don't you straddle you office chair on your knees," was his only reply. It was awkward at first, but I held my ass up in the air with my knees near the front of the chair. Jim moved behind me, and went directly to work. He probed and licked, pushed and prodded, as he worked me over but good.
"Fuck me" was the only words I could muster. "I've got condoms and lubrication in the top desk drawer."
I could hear him open the drawer, and squeeze some KY onto his fingers. The cold gel felt great on my ass, and his fingers went right past the muscle ring. He turned his fingers, searching for that magic place. In only a few seconds he found it, and concentrated his efforts there. I could feel the pre-cum pour from my hard cock.
Jim stood, and slipped the condom over his cock. I was at the right height for him to take me while standing. He grabbed my hips as he replaced his fingers with his hardness. I pushed out as I felt the pressure, and with minimal pain, felt his slide forward. It was uncomfortable at first, but he went slowly. I was very glad that his cock was normal size, but as he began to move inside me, the sensations were very intense and stimulating. Jim had amazing stamina as he fuck me royal. I felt myself push again his thrusts, wanting every inch inside me. Near the end, he sped up, and I could hear the familiar grunts of his orgasm. Jim's hand reached around and began to stroke my cock to orgasm. In a few seconds, I was spilling cum all over my office chair.
"Man, that was fantastic. I really thought it would hurt a lot. You were excellent," I said, as I turned and cleaned off the chair. Jim slipped off the condom, and tossed it in the trashcan. The shinny liquid was all over his shrinking manhood, and I knelt to clean him off. In a few strokes, he became too sensitive and pushed me away.
When I caught my breath, it was nearly midnight. Suddenly, I could hear fireworks outside. I turned out the light and opened the curtains, and Jim and I stood and watch the celebration.
"Happy New Year" I said.
"And to you" he said as he leaned and kissed me. We hugged, and then like typical men, became aware of our nakedness, and began to dress.
The computers checked out fine, and we each left for home. I'm not sure I understand what happened to us, but only know that I can't wait for it to happen again. For many, Y2K was a big disappointment, but not for me.