This is total fiction. If you're going to criticize, be constructive.
It had never crossed my mind, not even for a second.
I had always been turned on by women. Even the thought of involvement with a guy gave me the shivers.
Then one day that all changed.
Roger was a new hire, fresh out of college. I was assigned to him to mentor him until he got comfortable with the lay of the land.
It took a few weeks before Roger and I got to where we would go get dinner together or to a bar for drinks.
It was one afternoon and he said he found this place that had good barbecue, knowing I was born and raised in Texas. When he said that I told him, "Never try to tell a Texan about great barbecue. I'll tell you what is and isn't great." So we went.
The food was okay, not as good as my grandfather's backyard but not a McRib sandwich either. What was good was the beer and there was plenty of it.
I ordered a sampler plate with brisket, ribs and sausage while he just ordered chopped beef sandwiches. We talked a lot about our lives and we really got to know each other.
I had told him about my ex-wife and how she left me for another woman. I thought his teeth were going to fall out. He asked how I found out.
"Jen (my wife) and Dee had been spending a lot of time together, mainly because I was working a lot of hours and she didn't like to be alone -- or so she had told me. It got to where I would get home and Dee would be asleep on the couch. There was always an almost empty bottle of wine and sometimes a bag of weed on the coffee table. Dee would be dressed in next to nothing and it was all I could do to keep my hands off her."
One night I came home and the two weren't aware of the time an I walked in. They were dancing cheek to cheek in the nude. It was a hot scene and both were drunk. Jen broke the embrace to get a drink and saw me. The scream registered about 130 decibels. Dee ran for her clothes as did Jen. When Jen came back we talked as Dee left.
I asked her what was going on and she said it was the wine and weed, it had to be. She said she had never done anything like that before. She couldn't explain. She apologized and started crying. I gave her the benefit of the doubt, the dumbass I was.
About two months later I came home to almost the same scene except for one major difference. They were naked but not dancing, they were in bed and Dee's head was between Jen's legs. My only reaction was "Get the fuck out of my house Dee. And Jen, you can pack a bag and follow her."
Jen tried to apologize again but I was having none of it.
Roger was flabbergasted. By the time I finished my story, I had put away a few beers and had to go to the restroom. I got up and realized just how much I had drank. When I got back to the table, I told Roger that I would need a ride home and to tell the boss I had gotten sick. He drove me home and I passed out.
The next morning Roger picked me up and he asked how I was feeling. I told him a little hung over but would live.
We went about our work for a few months when Mr. Elliot, the regional VP, told us Roger and I were going to Sacramento to represent the firm at a workshop. He said I would be the lead and Roger had earned the spot.
For the next two weeks, Roger and I put together our agenda and itinerary. We had mini workshops for newcomers and interns, panel discussions and luncheons.
To save money we booked a room with two beds. What I wasn't aware of was while I slept in boxer briefs and a t-shirt, Roger slept in zilch, and didn't bother to tell me until the first night.
I told him since I out ranked him, he had to wear something, so he said he would he wrap himself at the waist in a towel. I said it was a fair compromise.
When he came out of the bathroom in the towel, I saw a huge bulge. Now Roger is about 5'8" and I'm 5-10, but the bulge he displayed would have dwarfed mine. I couldn't believe what I tried not to stare at.
I had seen many a guy's cock at the gym and in the sauna, but for some reason his had me awestruck.
"How do you fit that thing in your pants?" I just had to ask.
He said he's just gotten used to it, second nature, and asked if I wanted to see it. I immediately said "Hell no, what kind of person do you think I am?"
But I must have wanted to see it because I couldn't get it out of my mind trying to go to bed. I ended up taking a Tylenol PM and that helped me get to sleep.
The next morning I woke up before Roger and got in the shower. I got dressed and went down stairs for breakfast. I was talking shop with some of the other officials from around the country when Roger made his way in.
To me there seemed to be an immediate tension in the room. I couldn't even look him in the face.
"This is going to be a long week," I said to myself. It was only Tuesday and we had four more days.
Tensions eased and the rest of Tuesday went by as if nothing had happened. Roger even made a comment "Do I need to get another towel?" and we both busted out laughing.
That night at dinner, we ate with a husband and wife from Simi Valley and they told us they didn't live that far from the hotel. They invited us to their place on Thursday (a free night). Roger said okay but it had to be a couple (meaning I had to go also). I agreed.
We went back to the room and this time Roger put on actual pajamas. "So you won't be afraid."
Wednesday came and went without a hitch. a few of us hit the bar after the work shop and we started dogging on each other. Roger didn't know that some of the people with us knew me and knew about me and Jen.
Alicia asked me had I talked to that smoking hot ex of mine.
"She knows?" Roger asked. I told him Alicia has wanted to bed Jen from day one. I was more afraid of her than Dee. Boy was I wrong.
I told Alicia that Jen and Dee had gone there separate ways and I hadn't heard from either in a could of years.
The night kept going and the drinks were flowing. I told everyone I had to go and excused myself.
I got dressed and climbed into bed. I fell asleep real fast. During the night I had a dream that someone was in bed stroking my cock. it was one of the most erotic dreams I had had in a while. I was about to cum when I was awakened by Roger coming into the room. Fortunately I was facing away from the door or he would have seen my bulge. I had kicked the blanked off in my sleep and my cock was poking out through the hole in by boxer briefs. Plus he would have seen a damp spot.
"What time is it?"
"About 3, I helped close the bar and went with a guy from North Carolina back to his rook for another couple of drinks and other things."
"What do you mean other things?"
"Nunya."
So back to sleep I went.
The next day was Thursday and at 4 p.m., it was free time.
Mick and Angela had their car and we went to their house for dinner. They had food delivered from Door Dash and a full bar.
We sat at the dinner table, Mick between Angela and I, Roger between Angela and I. We ate and talked and drank. The more we drank the more we talked.
The conversation eventually got around to sexual nature and I began getting aroused when Angela asked Roger "Does Rob know your gay?"
Roger and I both nearly spit our drinks all over the place.
"Who said I was gay?"
Angela stared at him and said "My gaydar is very accurate. It has never failed me. It's OK but does Rob know."
"Are you," I asked?
Roger sat there stone cold, couldn't say a word.
Mick said "Angi, back off. If Roger isn't out, it's not for us to open the door."
"Wait a minute. I am curious. Are you? If so, why is it such a secret, especially since I have told you so much about me."
"OK, OK. I am. I just don't want to be known as the gay guy. I wasn't sure how you would act at work if you knew. Some men are afraid gay men will make a pass at them."
"Don't worry about it dude, or should I say dude-ette."
We all laughed.
We remained at the dinner table chatting for a long time and getting drunk when all of a sudden I felt Roger's hand on my thigh. I thought I was imagining it until I glanced down and saw him gently squeeze my thigh. I must have moaned or something because Angela had this Cheshire cat grin on her face like she knew something I didn't.
I pushed his hand away, hoping that would slow down the growth in my shorts, afraid of how I was reacting.
Mick then said "I don't know what you two are doing, but both hands on the table."
"I was getting Rob his napkin." Angela said "Yeah, and I'm the Easter Bunny. Stand up Rob. I want to see something. Satisfy my curiosity."
I must have turned beet red and said no.
"Just stand up. It won't hurt." So I did.
My bulge was not enormous but big enough that Angela could tell.
"Just what I thought," she said. "Roger, come with me."
When they came back, both were giggling and looking at me.
The erotic conversation and Roger kept up his advances. I think Angela was having more fun seeing me in my discomfort, even making a comment, "Problem there Robbie boy?" I was afraid if it continued there would be a messy one.
Eventually it got time to head back to the hotel. Mick had made a point to not drink so he could drive. In the back seat, Roger made it a point to occasionally push his leg against mine, continuing to see how far he could go.
I looked in the mirror and saw Angela looking at me and smiling. She knew what Roger was up to. She even winked at me and puckered her lips.
I gave her a "What was that about look" and she mouthed "You know."
When we got out of the car, Angela said "You two have fun."
Walking to the room, I could feel precum running down my leg. I was feeling the full effects and was staggering to the door from the drinking. I was able to walk somewhat but Roger was there to help me.
In the elevator, we were both leaning against the back and Roger put his hand on my groin, giving it a squeeze. I pushed it away and told him no. But he also found out that I was rock hard.
All I wanted to do was get into bed and hopefully fall asleep without another move from Roger. That wasn't going to happen.
The minute the door closed behind us, Roger began rubbing my crotch.
"Roger, I'm not that way. I know what you're thinking."
"And now you're a mind reader? You are aroused. I have barely done anything and you are rock hard. You can't tell me you haven't thought about it. I saw you last night in bed when I came in."
"That was a dream."
"And what sparked it. And I suppose that was sweat coming out of your cock?"
He continued to rub my cock and I could tell I could have cut diamonds I was so hard. It was the old conundrum...body yes, mind no.
"ROGER. STOP. I'm not that way." Roger put his other hand over my mouth.
"I didn't say you were. But you will enjoy it. I have been with several straight guys who say the same things you're saying. It all ends the same."
With that I felt my zipper being lowered.
Roger reached in and began squeezing my cock. I couldn't help but moan as my legs buckled a little. It felt good, but I had to try to not to give in.
"Stop. This isn't right. We can't mmmph..." as he leaned in and kissed me.
"See. You want this. Even that wetness I feel is telling me to not stop."
He pulled my cock out, began stroking it and inserted his tongue in my mouth. I was trying my hardest to push his hand away but it felt so good I couldn't resist.
I didn't realize that Roger had worked my pants off and they were now down to my ankles. My underwear was hanging on my thighs and my cock was pointed straight out.
"Roger...please. This can't be. We can't do this."
"Yes we can. Just relax. The only one that will know is Angela and she won't say a word."
"What? How will she know?"
"She's not dumb. All the looks she was giving us. Remember when her and I got up to go to the kitchen? She told me you were mine for the taking. Now, just relax."
And with that, my underwear came off and Roger was stroking my cock fast. It was awesome. Jen had jacked me off before but nothing like this.
Roger had me pinned against the wall. All I could do is try to remain standing up, as my knees were buckling, and ride the tide of emotions.
The thoughts that went through my brain "please stop" and "This feels so good" and "I can't do this" and of course the ever-present "oh my god."
He had my cock and his hand soaked with my precum. He grabbed my hand led me to the bed.
Before my back hit the bed, my shirt was off. There I was, naked in front of another guy who was jacking me off and I by now I could care less.
I closed my eyes and took in the different feelings that were going through my body.
Roger paused for a minute, took his phone out and put it on the dresser. Then he got undressed.
"You look so sexy there. Get ready for the best time of your life "
Roger laid down on his stomach between my legs and began stroking me again. After a minute, he took my legs and draped them over my shoulders. That's when I felt his warm moist mouth lower onto my cock. It felt so good. I could not have stopped him now even if I wanted to.
He made my cock feel so good I hummed. I heard him giggle.
Then he got up for a few seconds.
"Needed to get a towel. No swallowing tonight."
With that he resumed. And it didn't take long. I exploded...buckets, even gallons. I felt like I was going to cum for hours.
"How long has it been since someone else has made you cum? My guess is a while."
All I could do is just lay there. Roger cleaned me off, got me some fresh underwear and a t-shirt and tucked me into bed. I was asleep in seconds.
When I woke up the next morning, there was some cum that had leaked out and put a pretty big spot on my underwear. Roger was nowhere to be found.
I was still thinking it was a dream until I went into the bathroom shower and saw a note from Roger "More where that came from."
I went to the restaurant for breakfast and Roger was sitting with Mick and Angela, watching a video on Roger's phone.
When they looked up and saw me, they giggled and Angela said "Morning dude-ette."
"What? You told them?" looking at Roger.
"Nope," Roger said shaking his phone. I sat down sick to my stomach. He let me watch the video he had started when we entered the room.
I have to admit, I was getting hard watching it but I tried to look pissed.
"What the fuck did you do? Delete it...now."
"Rob, don't worry. Remember how I said Angela was the only one who would know about it? Wll Mick is included. Trust me, It stays here. Beside, you can't deny you had a good time."
"I'll say," Mick said. "I haven't seen a movie that good in a theater."
All laughed.
"What am I going to do?" I said. "If word gets out..."
"Stop," Roger said. "It stays here. The only ones who have a copy..."
"A COPY?"
"THE ONLY ONES who have a copy, and will have a copy are at this table."
"Oh jeez, what a way to start the day."
After breakfast, everything calmed down and it was business as usual.
It was the last day of the workshop and the four of us decided to make a night of it. We went to the bar and started drinking shots. Now I have never done a lot of them at one sitting so it wasn't long before I was way out of control.
I thought I heard Angela say "He's ripe." But I had so much I wasn't sure what I was hearing or seeing.
Since Mick and Angela were drinking along with us, we went up to our room around 10 p.m.
When we got there, I laid down on the bed and Mick immediately lifted me up.
"Oh no, not yet. You're not even close to being done." With that he had me stand up and began undressing me.
I was so out of it I really didn't care. When I was completely naked, I was pushed down on my knees and told to open my mouth.
I did as I was told and Mick slid his cock into it. I gagged and almost threw up, but Mick was easy and slowly started fucking my mouth. Roger had ahold of one arm straight out and Angela the other.
Mick was fucking my mouth and I wasn't sure what to do, so I just let him. Three nights before I would never thought about doing something with a guy and in the last 24 hours, a guy has given me the best blow job in my life and now I am giving my first blow job.
I was coherent enough to remember what Roger did and did the same to Mick. I used my tongue as much as I could and sucked and licked hus cock all over.
"You've never done this until last night," Angela said. "You could have fooled me."
"Me too," said Mick.
Mick was starting to breathe heavier and moan harder. I knew when I do that I'm about to cum so I tried to get Mick out of me.
Not enough time. Mick blasted in the back of my throat and it was like when something does down the wrong way. I coughed up some of his cum and swallowed some.
"Very good boy," Mick said. "You enjoy that?"
I didn't say anything, just knelt there with cum dripping down my chin.
"Dude-ette, your turn. You started this," Angela said.
With that, I felt some sort of liquid being spread around my a-hole and then something being inserted. Roger had one finger in my hole and it felt unusual but good.
I moaned and in went a second one. I was on my knees when Mick lifted me up and put me on the bed and Roger got behind me. Slowly he stuck his cock in and it hurt like hell.
Angela had anticipated this and had here panties wadded up and in my mouth to muffle the scream. I had never felt pain like that but as Roger continued, he was slow and I soon began to adjust.
The pain was soon diminishing and it was really feeling good. I was so weak I had to lay my head down on the bed. Mick didn't want that and lifted my head up, putting his cock back in my mouth.
"There you go boys, he's on the rotisserie spit roasted," Angela said. "Excuse me while I get a taste of this."
She took my cock in her mouth and began running her mouth up and down the shaft.
I had never been in a situation like that. One, never a cock in my ass, two, one in ass and mouth simultaneously and three, spit-roasted and getting a blow job.
"You ought to see his face, he's enjoying this," Mick said. And I was.
I was in fuck heaven. For someone who had only slept with one woman at a time, I thought "What the hell have I been missing."
All I could do is stay there on my knees and be treated like a fuck machine. Roger pounding away at my ass, Mick at my mouth and Angela doing a number on my cock.
This went on for a few minutes until I heard Roger groan and felt his cock swell. When he came, it felt like it was going to shoot all the way up through my insides and out of my mouth.
About the same time I came in Angela's mouth and it was an explosion. When Roger finished I collapsed. I was spent.
Right then I realized what Angela meant by that look in the rear-view mirror.
Angela and Mick took me into the bathroom and cleaned me off in the shower. They even gave me a complimentary hand job and when I came, I almost fell down.
They dried me off and brought me back to the bed but instead of putting clothes on me, I was sandwiched between Roger and Mick with Angela outside Mick.
I slept like a baby.
When we got back home, Roger moved in with me. Mick and Angela occasionally visit.
First time they showed me a video. You can imagine what was one it.
Like I said...it never crossed my mind.