I had noticed that Rob was a nice looking guy when I first met him on the second week of my internship at the advertising firm. He was about 30, or so, and was just a sweet looking guy, with a baby face that defied his age, and the wedding ring on his finger!
I understood that this was a place of business, and and was mature enough to not think of it as just an "opportunity to scope out some hot guys." I was good at my job, and really enjoyed the company of the people I worked with, and appreciated that they thought of me as a "colleague."
Besides, most of the guys who were at all good looking seemed to be married - but again, that was fine, I was there to work.
Which is what I was doing one Thursday night. I was good with the computer, and made myself an expert with the graphics design packages the firm used. We had a presentation that needed to be couriered Friday morning to our client. All of the planning and designing had been done, all that was left was to put it "on paper." This was Rob's project, and since the only thing left were the details, everyone was gone from the building by 8 p.m. (including the cleaning staff!) except for me, who had to do the computer work, and Rob, to make sure everything went smoothly.
It was a little warm, so Rob and I had shedded our ties and unbuttoned a few shirt buttons a little while earlier. We talked mostly about the project, but got to know each other a little better, too. He had married the previous year, but really didn't say much other than that about the topic. We both joked about how young we looked, damned to the fate of getting carded until we were 40. We talked about the sports we both enjoyed, and I learned that Rob actually worked out at the same health club as I.
My health club was a large one, and although not known for the fact, did actually have a large population of young, professional, hot gay men, many of whom chose to work out on Sunday evenings. It wasn't uncommon to drop into the sauna or showers on Sundays to find various sweet looking guys "showing their wares" to anyone who cared to look. I wondered if Rob knew about Sundays at the gym, and my mind wandered to thoughts of what Rob would be like standing there in the showers, naked, the water running off of him...
Before I realized it, my own cock began to grew in my pants, noticibly. As soon as I "snapped back into reality," I quickly adjusted my seating position, and prayed that Rob didn't catch on to it.
"Hey, how about I go get us some water from the cooler or something - its still pretty warm in here," offered Rob.
I took him up oh his offer, and tried to concentrate on the work at hand... only those thought of Rob, his 5'10" frame, his cute face, his perfectly cut curly brown hair under that shower....
"Uh, here you go," he said cheerfully (as usual), handing me the water, sitting back down in the chair next to mine.
Still pretty hard, I tried once again to focus on the project, while we finished up the final touches. I really had been focusing, not paying any attention to Rob, or anything else, apparently, when I knocked the water bottle with the back of my hand, sending it tumbling toward Rob. Instinctively, he sprung up from his chair, and my head swung around, as I noticed not only that I had tagged his left leg with the water, but inches from my face, Rob had a hard on of his own, tenting his grey pants.
"Whoa, uhhhhh," Rob stuttered, dumbfounded. I didn't know what to do, and apparently, neither did he, as he just stood there looking at me, not moving. His face was reddening, as he wet his lips and looked down at me, still sitting.
Well, I thought in record speed, he's hard for some reason. I slowly reached over and picked up the water bottle, and he watched as my hand then reached even more slowly, to the tent that was pitched in his pants. I gently grabbed his hardness and felt it, tenderly. He exhaled with a little moan, which told me that it was alright.
I reached up and unhooked his pants, and unzipped the front, letting them fall to the floor. I caressed his virtually hairless legs, from his knees, up his thights, around to the back. Slipping my fingers into the waistband of his calvin briefs, I looked up to him for approval. His eyes were still shut, and he again, exhaled with a slight moan. Slowly, I lowered the waistband of his briefs, exposing a hairless abdomen, until it rose slightly to accomodate a perfectly shaped, curly patch of pubic hair, and lower, until a semi hard cock bounced out over a pair of large round hairless balls. The briefs ended up on the floor, on top of his pants.
I was now staring directly at what seemed like the perfect dick. It was a creamy off white in color, not a blemish or vein visible on it. He was cut, and sported a bright red circumcision scar around a cockhead that was slightly larger than his rod. His bush of pubic hair was perfectly in place, and soft and pillowy in texture.
I reached out and touched it with my finger tips, watching it continue to grow. Leaning forward, I took the head of his beautiful cock into my mouth, and hear him groan in pleasure. Soaking it with my tongue, I reached around and gently grabbed his hairless, creamy ass, pulling him closer to me, until I had his entire hard cock in my mouth. I felt his hands run through my hair as I heard him moaning, "ooooohhhh, yyyeeeeeaaahhh, God that feels sooooo goood."
I sucked on him with all the force I could, easing him in and out of my mouth, taking him all the way down my throat each time. With my left hand, I kneeded his muscular ass, with my right, I massaged his ample balls beneath my chin. His breathing increased, the moans got louder, and the room got hotter. I let go of his ass long enough to unbutton the rest of my shirt, letting it fall back on the chair. He started to thrust in and out of my warm, moist mouth, and I could feel his balls start to tighten.
Just before he began to shoot, I pulled my mouth off of him, and firmly gripped the base of his cock, stroking his hot, wet member until the thick white juice started erupting from his cockhead. He shot load after load, onto my chest, covering my pecs and nipples, as he cried out in a powerful orgasm.
I rubbed his cum into my chest and stomach, looking down to notice that I had actually cum in my own pants when Rob was unloading his juice onto me. He finished panting, cought his breath, and grabbed the water which hadn't fallen over, taking the last of it.
"Oah, man. Uhm, thanks, heheh," he said, sort of uncomfortably.
"Look Rob, I know where you are in life, and all. If its best that we just made like this never happened, and went about being friends and all, I totally understand, okay?" I offered.
Rob agreed, and we got dressed. We never talked about the event again, and pretty much everything went on like it never happened at all. But I still look for Rob in the showers when I work out on Sundays...