This was the first piece of ‘erotica’ I ever wrote, so naturally – it’s terrible. But, you know… i’m not an author. Writing fiction is always slightly trickier than writing ‘real life’ but hopefully, some of you will enjoy it. The more I write, hopefully the better i’ll become!
This story is a complete work of fiction and contains graphic descriptions of male/male sex and sensuality. Not suitable for work!
It was the height of summer. The media was calling it the hottest summer on record. Of course, it was sensationalist journalism, but you could believe it. Every hour, the tinkling sound of an ice cream truck rattled past the office window, followed by the excitable shriek and screams of children and their tired, worn out parents.
I looked out the window. From the 5th floor of the office building, I could see the local park, busy with people sunbathing and paddling in the river that ran through the middle. I was so very envious. I got to spend my day punching numbers into an archaic computer, whilst everyone else got to enjoy themselves outside. In a slight fit of rage, I closed my window and lowered the blind. If I couldn’t see or hear what was going on outside, it might push me to finish the monotonous task at hand. As I stared at the screen, the numbers all started to blur into one indecipherable mess.
“I need those figures input by 3 o’clock”. I looked up from my daze, straight into the eyes of the over-bearing boss, Shane. “Huh?” I said, hazily.
“Figures. 3 O’clock” he repeated. “I need to be able to check them before I present them to the board this afternoon”.
I looked down at my watch. It was 2:15. I was nowhere near finished. “Yeah, of course Shane. Don’t worry, it’s all in hand”. Lying to the boss had become second nature. “Good. I’ll be back just to pick them up soon. I’m just going to get some lunch, you need anything?”
A new job, I thought to myself. “No, I’m fine. Thanks”. He walked off down the other end of the office. At that moment, there was a familiar vibration in my pocket. Great, who wants to distract me now? I pulled the phone out of my pocket. It was from a friend of mine, Alan, who also happened to work on the other side of the office. I looked over my cubicle, down to where he would be. “Lazy bastard..” I thought to myself. I opened the text.
“Always. Why don’t you just come and speak to me?”
“I ND UR HLP. MT ME IN TH KTCHN”
My god, even his texts were lazy. Alan was about 6ft. He had sightly wavy brown hair, that was always neatly combed into a side parting. He seemed to have a permanent 5 o’clock shadow, and was always dressed in a suit that was just a little bit too tight, which helped show off his toned body underneath. He was a keen sports player, and was on the company football team. Every other night, we would work out at the gym together. I was always jealous of him. Despite numerous diets and countless hours at the gym, I just couldn’t get a body like his. Bastard. I rolled my eyes, picked up my empty coffee mug and went to head for the Kitchen. Alan had also gotten up from his desk and walked out of the office. I opened the door to the kitchen, put my mug down on the work top and put the kettle on. But Alan was not in the kitchen. “I don’t have time for this..” and walked back outside to see where he was. Suddenly, I felt a hand on my shoulder. “Where are you going?” Alan said to me, which a slight smile.
“About to look for you. What do you want? I’m kind of busy”.
“You are always busy. I need your help. I’ve got Suzie over for dinner tonight and I don’t know what to cook. You’re gay, you’re good at entertaining, what’s a good ‘4th date’ dinner?”.
I looked at him, a look of disbelief and amusement. “Is that it? You realize I have to get this report to Shane by 3 o’clock, right? And do you have ANY idea how offensive you sound?”.
He smiled. “You know it was meant with love. Besides, you know it’s true”. He playfully punched me on the shoulder. The annoying thing about Alan was, that even though he was incredibly tactless, he was devastatingly good looking. He had a face like a sad puppy. You just couldn’t stay mad at him.
“So 4th date huh? Things getting serious then? Should I be getting my suit in for the big day?” I said, grinning.
“Yeah, you could say that. I’m kind of hoping tonight’s going to be the night, you know.. And with all this hot weather we’ve been having… man I’ve been so… up for it.. If you know what I mean”.
“Alan, I always know what you mean”.
He winked slyly. “So what about you? You been getting any?”
“Hardly”. It had been 6 weeks since I had any action, and truthfully, the hot weather was messing with my head as well.
“Ah” he said, “A good looking guy like you shouldn’t have a problem finding a hot guy to sort you out”.
“If only..” I sighed.
He looked at me with those beautiful brown eyes. I had never had a crush on a straight guy before, but Alan was different. Something about him intrigued me, and I lost count of the amount of times I had woken up in the middle of night, in a hot sweat after having an arousing dream about him. Christ, what he would think if he ever found out?
“How long have we been friends now?”
“Too long” I retorted.
“Cheeky. No, but seriously – we’ve been friends for a long time now?”
“At last count, it was about 4 years. And my god, has the time dragged by”.
Alan leant forward and pulled me into what can only be described as a ‘big brother noogie headlock’. “Aah but you love me really, don’t you”.
“Get off!” I pulled myself from out of his grip and straightened my hair. “You have any idea how long it takes me to make this look presentable?”. He smiled.
“Why do you ask anyway? Feeling sentimental all of a sudden?” I purred, mockingly.
“Well, actually.. I have a favour to ask of you. It’s personal… so you cannot tell ANYONE about what I’m about to ask you”.
“Oh?” I said, intrigued. “What’s wrong?”
“I, er, well… I know everyone thinks that I’m some kind of sex-a-holic and have slept with countless women..”
“Erm, we don’t think that… We know it”.
He took a step back. “Hey now, that’s just hurtful and unsubstantiated rumours..” he said with a knowing smile. “Anyway, stop interrupting me..”
“Sorry” I said, with a sheepish look. “Continue..”
“Listen, I’m a bit worried that I’m not going to… how do I put this… measure up to some of the guys Suzie has been with”.
“Excuse me?!” I spluttered. I nearly dropped the coffee mug I was holding. Was he really about to ask me what I thought he was?
“I just wondered if you could.. you know.. give me your honest opinion.. do you think she’ll like what I’ve got?”.
At this point, I lost it. I burst out into a fit of hysterical laughter. “Oh Alan.. are you for real? You really haven’t got a clue, have you?”. But deep down, I’ve always wondered what Alan kept hidden away down there. He had the habit of wearing ridiculously tight trousers, and honestly, he had an incredible bulge. It wasn’t hard to see why he crept into my dreams almost nightly. But it’s time to play it cool.
“I’m sure it’s fine. You’ll find out tonight, won’t you?”. Alan stepped closer. His face moved closer to mine. My heart stopped. What was going on? He stopped, mere centimeters from my face. “Don’t act like you haven’t thought about it. I’ve seen the way you look at me”. Oh shit, I thought to myself. Was he about to beat the crap out of me? I tried to move away to the door, but he just moved closer. Suddenly, his hand gripped my wrist. Not in an angry way, but it was a firm grip.
“Alan, what are you doing?”. My heart was racing now.
“Listen… I have to be honest… we spend a lot of time together, and I won’t lie, I’ve thought about what it might be like to be with a guy… I’ve just been too scared to explore. I’ve got a reputation to keep up, remember?”
He put his lips close up to my ear. The hairs on the back of my neck started to stand up. The smell of his cologne flooded my nostrils. My body started to shudder.
“But I’ve got to stop pretending” he whispered. His warm breath was on my neck. I closed my eyes. Was this a dream? He looked me square in the eyes. And then he kissed me. I stood there in shock. And then I kissed him back. His hand raised up and caressed the side of my face. He had a soft, gentle touch and I melted inside.
He pinned me against the wall, and began to kiss my neck. I began to moan softly. I couldn’t believe what was happening. He began to undo my shirt, and ran his hand down my chest. Immediately, I had Goosebumps. I had dreamt of this moment for so long, but never imagined it would ever happen.
“Alan… wait… someone…. Might come in… “ I muttered, breathlessly. I felt his lips pressing against my chest, as they slowly worked their way down my body. I was tingling all over.
I pulled him back up, and brought him in for another kiss. It was rough, and frenzied. I ran my hands down his chest, and down to his crotch, where I felt his shaft, thickening in my hand. From what I could feel, Suzie was going to be in for a big surprise. I got down on my knees, and run my tongue over the bulge in his trousers. Gently, I began to unzip the fly, and reached inside. No underwear, huh? My hand brushed his engorged cock, and it quivered. He muttered gently… “take it out… now..” I grasped it firmly, and slipped it out of the opening. I sat there for a second, completely taken a back. It was a solid 8 inches long, and at least 5 inches round. The veins were pulsing, and he was starting to drip in anticipation. I leant forward and ran my tongue down.. from the tip down to the base. His balls twitched with pleasure. He groaned softly, his head tilted back and his eyes closed. I licked my lips and took it deep into my mouth. He gasped loudly and gripped the edge of the work top. All thoughts of being caught vanished from my mind. “Oh… god… “ he groaned. “Faster… faster…” he whispered. I began to move my head up and down, sliding his cock in and out of my wet mouth, his shaft slick and slippery with my saliva.
Without warning, he suddenly grabbed my shoulders, and pulled me up. He kissed me deeply again, a string of pre-cum stretched from our lips. “Mmmm… I taste good” he whispered. “Now, turn around…”
I didn’t need telling twice. He pulled down my trousers and underwear. I instinctively bend forward a little, leaning onto the work top. He moved in behind me… and I felt him press against me…
I groaned. I wanted him inside me. “Do it… fuck me..” I whispered, shocked that the words came out of my mouth. He spat on his cock, lubing the end with his saliva, and slowly, began to slip inside.
Suddenly, there was a loud bang.
“WHERE ARE THE FIGURES? I told you I needed them by 3 O’Clock. What the HELL have you been doing?!”.
I sat bolt up right. Shane was standing over me, looking incredibly angry. I looked down at my watch. It was 3:15. Alan was stood at the other end of the room, winking and laughing at me. I looked at Shane. Completely lost for words.
“I… I… er, I don’t know what happened. I guess I must have dozed off.. not been feeling very well”. I literally did not know what to say.
“I will see you in my office at the end of the day. You have a LOT of explaining to do”. He stormed off.
I sat there, completely numb. I was going to be fired. I knew it. Just then, there was the familiar vibration from my phone. I pulled it out of my pocket and stared at the message on the screen.
“I ND UR HLP. MT ME IN TH KITCHN”.
I looked up and stared straight into Alan’s eyes, and with a cheeky wink, he walked out of the office.