I'm out at work. It's easier that way and nobody gives a shit anyway. Most of us in the office are pretty social - we go for drinks after work on Fridays, go to the bar or play poker on Saturdays together, we even have the occasional BBQ at somebody's house.
I first noticed Alex in a sexual way at lunch one day. A bunch of us were out sunbathing, enjoying the first warm weather of Spring that promised Summer to come. Alex came outside and did that thing boys do where they rub their belly but lift up their shirt at the same time too. He revealed a hairy stomach and treasure trail. I was wearing sunglasses but still he caught me looking, with a half smirk on his face. Busted.
On Friday night, we all went to the pub after work for a few drinks. I asked Alex if he would be taking a girl home that night.
"Probably not tonight - this is a bit of a sausage party - but you don't mind that, do you?"
"Nope, although it's slim pickings in this crowd."
"Oh come on, there must be somebody in the room you want to mess around with."
"Yeah, there is one guy, but that's it."
"Why don't you go talk to him?"
"I'm already talking to the hottest guy in the room." I looked him up and down very obviously.
"And you think I'd be interested?"
"I dunno. Maybe you're totally straight, but maybe you don't care who is sucking your dick." I smiled.
Alex replied, "There's no such thing as a bad blowjob - some are better than others - but there's no such thing as a bad one. You just can't go wrong getting it sucked." That was an interesting statement from a straight boy.
"Well, I don't know about that. I know some queers I wouldn't let you go home with."
"Are you looking out for my best interests or yours?"
"Why not both?"
"Ha!" He snorted in disbelief. "Do you have a boyfriend?"
"Nope," I answered.
"I thought you did."
"I dumped his cheating ass," I said, a little bitterly.
"That sounds like my ex." Alex ordered two shots of bourbon. We drank them and he ordered two more right away.
He told me about how he caught his girlfriend cheating when he read her text messages and how she then tried to claim she was pregnant and how lucky gay guys are not to have to deal with that shit, wondering if a baby is really yours and all. "Thank god she wasn't pregnant and it was just a desperate lie to keep me around."
I countered with how gay guys have to worry about getting HIV from a cheating boyfriend and having to go for testing and then going again in three months and the stress of wondering all that time. "Thank god he never brought home any diseases, I was lucky."
"So are you going to invite me back to your place, or what?" Alex said, but I was about to ask him the exact same thing.
"Ok, let's go," I replied. We took a cab because it was raining.
When we got inside my apartment, I said, "Let's get you out of those wet clothes," which has to be the cheesiest line ever but who cares because he let me undo his jeans and pull down his boxers and suck his cock.
Alex was a big guy. He was by no means fat, just solid and beefy. He worked out and it showed in his powerful arms and legs. He was half Greek, with dark hair on his head and on his chest and stomach and legs and ass. His dark brown eyes were intelligent and seductive all at once.
He was already hard when I got my hands on his cock, which was uncut and pointed up at a 45 degree angle. It was average sized, not some porno donkey dick, but he did have a big set of balls on him, literally. They were neatly shaved, which I appreciated as I sucked his testicles, making him groan. His pubes and chest hair were all there, but I was sure he had trimmed recently.
I firmly grasped the base of his cock to keep his foreskin back and sucked him, mostly working the head but also taking it all in my mouth to the base. My left hand wandered around but mostly played with his nipples, which he seemed to like.
As he got closer, he moaned more, which only made me speed up. This feedback loop had him cumming in no time, which I swallowed. Most guys appreciate the gesture, I've found. I looked him in the eye as I licked the last of his load off my lips.
After I had finished myself with my hand, we slouched on the sofa with our pants still down around our ankles, recovering.
"You seem pretty relaxed about all this," I commented.
"I'm straight, but I'm flexible."
"You're hot is what you are."
"Naw, I could lose some weight, and I wish I had a bigger dick."
"I like your body. I like a solid man, not a scrawny boy," which was true. "And your dick is perfect."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. Too big and it's too hard to suck and too hard to take in the ass. You're still above average, I'd say. Don't be fooled by what you see in porn."
"Are you a top or a bottom?"
"I like both, but I'm more often a top. I don't let just anybody fuck me."
"You only bottom with a boyfriend?" Alex certainly knew the terminology well, for a straight boy.
"No, not necessarily. 'Friends With Benefits' is cool."
He climbed around and kneeled on the couch facing me, straddling my legs with his. "I'll be your fuck buddy."
"Well fuck me then."
He leaned in and kissed me, properly, with his tongue. That was way farther than I had ever expected to get with Alex, but I guess you never know. We made out passionately as the rest of our clothes came off bit by bit. Once we were completely naked, I took his hand and dragged him to the bedroom.
I laid on my back on the bed and he climbed on top of me, grinding our hard cocks together and humping me as we continued to make out. I got hotter and hotter the longer we did this, until I couldn't take it any longer. I reached into the nightstand beside me to grab some lube.
I wanted him now and I wanted it done properly. I lubed up his cock and my ass without bothering with a condom. I threw my legs up in the air and he aimed his cock at my hole. That first thrust inside me is something I'll always remember. We were both so into it that it didn't hurt me a bit, despite the lack of foreplay, and there was a look of ecstasy on his face as he sank himself inside me. The moment was incredible.
He needed no lessons in fucking. He pounded my ass mercilessly until he came inside me. His jackrabbit thrusts at the end got me so close that only a couple of strokes of my own cock were enough to set me off too. He pulled out and collapsed on top of me. We were both panting hard with the exertion.
"That was awesome," he said, rolling over on his back.
"Sure was," was all I could manage to say. I was spent.
"Good thing you liked it, 'cause you're going to get it a lot."
"Wait 'til I teach you to take it," I warned him.
"Oh, no!"
"Oh, yes you will! You'll love it once you've tried it."
Alex and I fucked every Friday night for the next three months. It took a while before he would let me stick a finger up his ass while I sucked him, but when he finally let me do it and he came while getting a prostate massage, that was it. He wanted a finger up there every time after that. And it wasn't long before he let me put him on his hands and knees to pop his cherry with my bare cock. That finally turned him into a bottom.
Even after he got a new girlfriend, we would still hook up every few weeks and I would fuck him. Alex couldn't do without it.