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The New Guy At Work
He was the new guy. He had the cubicle next to me, and I helped him get settled in, setting up his e-mail and the rest of the technical stuff. He had a box of personal stuff and was setting some things out on his desk and his bookshelf.
A few reference books, an award, and his diploma from grad school. Nothing too exciting.
Some photos, too; pictures of him and some friends on a hike, and a photo of him at the Grand Canyon. No kids, no girlfriend. There was a picture of him at a wedding, next to a bride and a guy that looked like the groom.
"Nice wedding," I said.
"Yeah. My sister. Last year in Hawaii," he said. "It was a nice time, and the guy she married is real good for her. They're a good team. She's happy now."
I was checking him out, noticing his thick shoulders, hairy arms, and nice thick, muscular thighs. His butt was cute, too, filling the seat of his jeans in a nice way. Real nice.
"You growing a beard?" I asked, noticing the two-day beard across his face, and his already thick moustache.
"Yeah. No Shave November," he said. "My brother dared me, and well, I shaved it off at the start of the summer. But, I usually wear a beard. My brother and I, we've both had beards ever since the start of college."
"Looks good," I said. "Most every guy around here has one. Kind of an icon for the company, I guess."
"If it turns out half as good looking as yours, I'd be happy," he said. "I just need to give it some time."
It already looked good to me, shadowing his cheeks and his strong jaw and chin. There were little flecks of a dark red in it, too, a nice contrast in the dark stubble that covered the lower half of his face. Matched the strands of chest hair at the top of his shirt, poking out of his unbuttoned collar.
He looked in good shape, too, his firm pecs flexing as he filled up the shelves above his desk. He had a flat belly, and there was a nice hint of a thick cock underneath his jeans.
I was getting a sweet image then, in my mind, imagining me unzipping him, and loosening his belt, feeling him harden underneath my insistent fingers.
He rummaged through the box, rousing me from my little daydream.
"Ah, here he is," he said.
He held a framed photo of him on a trail, in front of a big waterfall, him and a yellow dog, both of them looking happy.
"Labrador?" I asked.
"Yeah. Buddy. I've had him since college. Lab and a bit of Australian shepherd. About as loyal as you can get."
His computer was all up and working now, so I got up to leave, giving him time to settle in before our team's weekly meeting in about a half hour.
"See you at the meeting," I said. "How about lunch? I'll give you the lay of the land."
"That'd be nice," he said. "Hey, and thanks for helping me to get settled."
"No bother. We're going to be working together, so I'm happy to help out."
Jim was his name. A year out of grad school, and an internship at a big non-profit. He'd come highly recommended, and interviewed well.
I was on the selection team, and he had all the credentials, even some experience in what we needed. I did some background checking on him, even flying out to Silicon Valley to check on his references, talk to them, and then some other folks who had worked with him. He came out clean.
The last guy in the job turned out to be a nut case, domineering, arrogant, even a little psychotic. So, this time, we wanted to make sure. We wanted to find someone who could not only do the job, but was mentally stable, a guy we could work together, and get the job done right, without any drama or psychosis.
In all my investigation of him, I didn't hear any talk of a girlfriend. There were a couple of friends from college, but nothing serious, nothing romantic I could tell. I'd suspected he was gay, but I didn't have any leads on that, and someone's sexual life wasn't of any interest to our company, anyway. I didn't find any dating horror stories that people were willing to share, so I gave him a green light, and my boss decided to offer him the job.
Jim and I had a good lunch, talking over the project that we were well into, me bringing him up to speed on where we were at, the problems we were having, and what his role was going to be.
He had a quick grasp of the technical stuff, and asked some good questions about what we were intending to do, where we were going, that kind of thing.
It didn't take long for Jim to settle in, making friends, and becoming an important member of the team. He offered a suggestion, and it was well received, solving a problem that had been nagging us for the last month.
Jim and I had lunch again, and I noticed his big smile. He was enjoying his work, and feeling comfortable.
His beard was looking good, too. Two weeks of growing and it was already starting to fill in nicely.
He ran his hand across his beard, and frowned.
"It itches," he said. "Kind of drives me nuts."
"Does yours itch, too?" he asked.
"Well, sometimes," I said. "But, after I get out of the shower, I try rub a little beard oil through it. Makes it shiny and softens it up."
He nodded, asking me the name of it, and saying he was going to pick some up at the store after his workout that evening.
We talked about exercising, and it turned out we both went to the same gym.
"Well, I just started this week," Jim said. "I haven't been there enough for you to run into me."
We agreed we should try to work out together, motivating both of us to work up a sweat and get some exercise time built into our sedentary office work.
The next evening, we walked to the gym, with our workout gear, and helped each other with our routines. He had some good pointers for me, and it turned out, he minored in recreation in college, and knew a lot of good stuff to organize a quick and effective workout.
We hit the showers, and I got a good look at his hairy chest, his flat stomach, and his nice looking cock and balls, nestled in a thick patch of hair that ran up his belly and then across his broad chest.
His ass was cute, too. Nice and firm, without too much hair; just the way I like it.
"I got some healthy food back home," I said. "I live about six blocks away. Come on over."
"I don't want to be a bother," he said.
"No bother," I said. "I've got plenty and I'd enjoy the company."
We walked to my place, sharing a few stories of sports we played in college, and what our favorite baseball teams were. Just two guys being jocks, and having a good time with each other.
We got to my place and I busied myself in the kitchen, cooking up some marinated chicken breasts, rice and a nice salad.
I opened a bottle of wine and poured us each a glass, letting him settle in and look at the art I'd collected, and hung on the wall. There were some photographs, too, several nudes that a friend had taken. He was an accomplished photographer who had won some big awards, and was making a nice living with his eye for a great photo.
"Is that you?" he asked, looking at a large black and white photo of me from the back, looking out over a night view of a city, the curve of my butt and my shoulders outlined by the city lights, and a candle that was lit on a nearby coffee table.
"You recognize my butt," I laughed. "Yeah, that's me."
He blushed, his cheeks reddening above the line of his beard.
"No, it was your head. That's what clued me in," he said, stammering a little.
"Well, that's a disappointment," I said. "Most people say my butt is my best feature."
We laughed then, and I told him the story of my friend, and how he asked me to pose, and how we had spent an entire evening with me in front of his lens, and what it was like to be a model, bare assed and open to that sort of thing.
"You have to get into it," I said. "After a few minutes, you forget that you are completely naked, and your friend is snapping dozens, if not hundreds of pictures of your body, your cock and your balls. Nothing is private, and it's all out there for him to see, for the whole world to see, eventually."
"God, that would be scary," Jim said. "I don't think I could do it. I'm too shy."
"You'd be surprised," I said. "I'm close to my friend. We'd been lovers for a while, and then we broke up, but we're still really good friends."
"I trust him, and I'm comfortable with who I am, and what I am, what I look like," I said. "After a few minutes, you forget about the camera and the lens and the whole 'model' idea, and you just interact with each other; like an intimate conversation."
Jim didn't say anything. He mulled it over, shaking his head.
I finished up the dinner, and served it at the table, refilling our glasses with the rest of the bottle of wine.
We laughed and told stories, stories of college and dating, and what Jim liked about moving here, and getting to know his way around town.
"You and your photographer friend," he said. "You were lovers?"
"Yeah. We met through a mutual friend, and then ended up going to bed a few weeks later," I said. "We both loved art and photography, and he taught me a lot about portrait work, and modeling. I was Mr. Business, and didn't spend too much time in college and at work tending to my creative side, but he talked me into working on that, too."
Jim nodded, listening intently as I talked about my friend, and being open to new things, trying stuff that I was shy about, or feeling that I wasn't good enough to do very well.
"I've never done that," he said. "Trying something creative, something that I wasn't very sure about."
"Oh, it's good for you," I said. "Good for the soul. Hard and scary as heck, when you first start, but it does something to you. Fires you up and gives you a kind of confidence."
"It's made me a better engineer," I said. "I look at things differently. I work on solutions with a different mindset. I take more risks."
Jim paused, taking in my words.
"I'm too shy," he said, finally. "I could never just take off my clothes and have someone take pictures of me. I'm, too... well, I'm just not that good looking."
"I think you are," I said. "Look at you. Young, growing a well shaped, good looking beard. You work out. You have a good looking body."
"In fact, the first time we met, I noticed that you had a really nice ass," I said, grinning at him.
We both laughed, and Jim's face reddened again. But, he kept chuckling.
"You really think so?" he asked, his face still flushed.
"Oh, yeah," I said. "And, I'm probably not the first person who's told you that."
Jim stammered, and nodded.
"Here," I said. "I'll prove it to you, that you have a nice ass."
"I'll take a photo of you, your nice ass. And, I'll text it to my buddy, the professional photographer. We'll get his expert opinion. We won't show him your face, so it will be anonymous. Just your sweet ass."
Jim laughed, finding my idea ridiculous, and then amusing. And, then, I could see he was thinking about it. His eyes twinkled.
"Well, it may be the wine talking, but, yeah, I guess that would be kind of fun. Something out of the ordinary for me, that's for sure."
"OK," I said, and reached for my cell phone.
"We'll take two, one with your cute butt in your jeans, and then one bare assed. So he can make a real assessment."
"Uh, OK," Jim said. "As long as you don't get my face, and he doesn't know who I am."
"It will be anonymous," I said. "My buddy is a pro."
We moved to the living room, and I dimmed the lights, trying to get a softer light on my subject. He'd followed me there, bringing his newly freshened glass of wine from the new bottle I opened.
I posed him then, my hand on his shoulder, moving him around and having him shift his weight just a little, so that there was some tension in his butt, giving it a great definition underneath his jeans.
I clicked the shutter on my phone, and showed Jim how good he looked in his jeans. It was a good shot, backlit from a nearby lamp. I'd blurred the city lights behind him, his butt sharply focused, the musculature of his butt underneath his jeans the emphasis of the photo.
"Pretty nice," I said, and Jim nodded.
"I guess," he said, his face again reddening.
"Now we need a second shot," I said.
Jim paused, not knowing what to do.
"I've seen your sweet naked ass in the shower at the gym," I said. "You've got a good looking butt, and it's not like I haven't seen my share of bare butts."
Jim chuckled, and started unbuckling his belt.
"All the way off?" he asked.
"Not yet," I said "Just let 'em slide off your ass, giving him a good look at your cheeks and the crack."
" Be a little mysterious, a little coy," I said. "Like you're seducing him."
Jim chuckled, unzipping himself and letting his jeans and shorts slide down to just below his butt cheeks, giving me a very lovely view of his beautiful ass. His T shirt, the top of his jeans and his belt helped frame the shot. The curve of his butt crack became the focal point.
My cock stiffened at the sight of him, slowly stripping for me.
I focused my cell phone and framed this beautiful, enticing view, sweet cheeks, in all of Jim's splendor, and clicked the shutter.
I really wanted a third shot, a frontal pose, of his nice cock and balls, and the thick nest of fur, and the treasure trail that led up to his hard, well defined pecs. But, that would be pushing my luck right now, and I was a patient man.
With a few taps on my phone, the two photos of Jim's ass were on its way to my buddy, and we awaited his review, his professional opinion.
"We might as well sit down," I said, settling in to the sofa.
"Keep your pants down," I said to Jim. "He might want a few more shots to make a proper assessment of your assets.
"Besides, I'm selfish, and I like seeing your bare ass close to me. Makes me want to touch it, and admire it's full potential."
Jim laughed, and blushed again.
"Yeah, I kinda figured you were seducing me," he said. "And, I'm liking that. A lot."
We sipped our wine, enjoying the silence in the room, and the thought that we were going to be lovers, taking this to a new level.
I caught a whiff of him: clean, freshly showered. There was a hint of spicy mustiness, the smell of a strong man, a man who came across as confident, comfortable with himself.
"I've been admiring you, too," Jim said. "You were so nice to me that first day, and even then, I was taking you in, enjoying the idea of seeing what you looked like, naked and horny."
"That's the real reason I wanted to work out with you at the gym, to see you sweat a little, seeing your hard muscles and a nice sheen of sweat on your hard body. And, getting a good look at you in the shower."
I smiled, nodding at him, letting him know that I was OK with that, with everything he was saying.
"We've got all night, you know," I said.
"Yeah, I've been thinking about that," he said. "I want to take it slow with you, get to know you, get us started in the right direction."
We did slow it down, taking our time, slowly stripping each other of our shirts, our jeans, and our shorts, until we were both naked.
He reached over, his hand sliding up my thigh, until I could feel the heat of his fingers against my stiff and hungry cock, already pulsing with my heartbeat, hot and eager for his touch. His hand didn't move then, and I could feel his warmth, and mine. My mind was getting lost, as I was thinking about the things he could do with my cock, and how I would enjoy all of that.
I had already experienced the feelings of him unzipping my jeans, metal against metal, then the feel of the coarse cotton of the denim, and the softer feel of my silk boxers, as he felt his way next to my cock.
He'd find my thick nest of curly hair that forested that sweet region between my balls and my belly button, a finger tracing the line of wiry hair up to my belly button, then up my belly, into the broad plain of my chest, where another thick pelt of hair waited for his sweet touch.
Then, he'd stroke each of my nipples, hardening them with his soft, yet insistent touch, until they ached for his lips and tongue to suck and nibble them, savoring them like sweet candy.
All that tenderness would set my balls on fire, making them rise in my ball sac, causing my hard, eager cock to pulse in time with my heart beat, the first of my juices to ooze out of my piss slit, until a thin line of gossamer dripped down, getting lost in the fur surrounding my balls.
My armpits would be sweaty and hot, the musty camphor of lust rising from my pits into my nostrils, fueling more of my excitement, my hunger to be with this man, and bring him to a raging climax, with my mouth sucking him eagerly, my hand fondling and tugging on his ball sac, until he would be writhing under me, gasping for breath, hoarsely whispering my name, calling out for his release.
I felt him against me, making my dreams into reality, his hand softly raking through my beard, his lips finding mine, whiskers against whiskers, each of us breathing heavy, the air thick with the new raunchy stench of wild, untamed men in height of their rut.
Our sweat mixed, slippery against skin, and beard, and chest hair, and the hair sprouting thickly around our shafts. Quickly, we fell into a timeless, ancient rhythm of stroking, sliding, fondling, and every other thing, every other movement we could imagine that would cause our lover to moan even more, to climb just a little higher, until, at last, we would each erupt into a long salvo of cum flying above sweaty, heaving bodies, and another eruption, and then another, until we laid in each other's arms, spent and tired, yet exhilarated
My phone pinged. A message from my friend, the photographer.
"Sweet and lovely. A perfect butt. Hope you make him happy."
"Well, now that we have a professional opinion, I'm ready to take this up to the next level," I said.
Jim grinned, putting him arm on my shoulder and drawing me closer, until his lips touched mine.
"Me, too," he whispered. "As if we needed any professional advice."
We kissed then, embracing each other, feeling the warmth of each other on our skin, feeling our beards against each other's face, our hands exploring each other, our cocks stiffening, our minds already imagining where we were going to go to next.
My hand found his bare butt, and I took my time exploring him, feeling his naked skin, and finding my way around and up into his hole, and entering him. I felt him relax around my two fingers, and I knew that we would both be ready for even more daring and exciting adventures.
I reached around him to his belly, and the curly hair that led down to his manhood. I felt him stiffen again, my fingers sliding down until his hardness was in my hand. He felt hot to the touch, the tip of his cock oozing the thin syrup of his precum.
"How about another photo session?" I asked. "This time, we can both be creative, and make some art."
Jim laughed. I found my good camera and showed him the basic features. I posed for him then, encouraging him to take his time, and direct me, finding the best poses, the best shots.
We passed the camera between us a couple of times, each taking shots of the other's body, with the soft light of the living room. It was warm there, and we were both horny, eager to explore each other. Our skin shined with a thin layer of sweat, the kind of sweat that shows up on the first date, the first time lovers meet, and begin to pleasure each other. Anticipation, nervousness, and lust, all rushing together, bringing us both to a new height of sensation, a new togetherness.
Mixed in with the camera being focused and shutter clicking, we kissed, we touched, we stroked, and fondled each other. New lovers and new sensations, learning from each other what we enjoyed, what we desired from each other.
There were more photos; there was more sucking, licking, and, all the music of new lovers, with no place to go but into each other's arms.
I explored him again, entering him, first with my fingers, and then, when we were both ready, with my manly tool, becoming united, joined together, in the timeless dance of real men.
It was his turn, then. Jim took his time, prolonging his own pleasure, taking me slowly, almost effortlessly, bringing me, for the third time that night, to a shuddering climax, leaving me soaked in sweat and spurts of our cum, our chests, bellies and crotches soaked in our collective explosive juices.
Afterwards, we lay together, arms and legs entangled, the soft lights of the room, and the lights of the city creating pools of light and shadows across sweaty chests and bellies, and bearded faces streaked with long ropes of newly spurted pearls, the jewels of the new lovers of the night.
--Oregon Bear, October 2015