First timer

I was working in the city of London and on a night out after work, got more than I bargained for.

Jamie (not his real name) and I had worked together for over a year. Jamie was slightly older than I, we stood at the same height of 6'1, he had dark hair, a bit lanky, not unattractive, but geeky looking with a slightly awkward manner.

It was a Thursday night, the start of the weekend for city dwellers back then. Jamie and I were heading for the moons bar in the city of London and once inside, pushed our way through the suits to the bar. Jamie and I were wearing our civvies as we were blue collar workers in the city.

Throughout the evening we had eyed up and discussed a few girls we recognized from our offices. I was casually dating a girl from the office and had a bit of a rep for being a bit of a player. Jamie had been telling me that he and his wife were trialing a separation. He didn't elate too much about the reasons but I think her spending was an issue, especially as he was the sole breadwinner, supporting himself, his wife and two young kids. The night passed quickly and we were pretty pissed by kick out.

Jamie suggested we get a takeout and a few beers and head to his brothers place. I asked if his brother would mind me tagging along? Jamie laughed and told me he was flat sitting while his brother was in the States for a few months, so no he won't mind.

We arrived to a small but nice studio apartment, close to the city. The walk home had sobered us up slightly. Jamie arranged the curry on the plates and handed me the beers.

We chatted while we ate and attempted some TV, but I could see Jamie was getting tired. I hadn't thought about the sleeping arrangements, anticipating me having to crash on the sofa or a pull out etc, but Jamie suggested we share the double bed. I hadn't ever considered Jamie sexually and whilst I had harbored homosexual thoughts in the past, hadn't really any Male2Male experience. I certainly had no preconceptions as to anything happening between us. 

We kept our shorts on and climbed into bed. Jamie slid in first and wallside (looking back now, I think it was deliberate). We hadn't been in bed long before I felt his leg touch mine. I was on my right side facing the room. I held still for a moment then moved my leg forward. Jamie's leg followed. I held still for a moment before I moved forward, again, Jamie's leg moved with mine. I moved forward again and I held my breath, my eyes were shut tight, my mind was racing but inexplicably, my cock was rising, like my appendage had made its own decision independent of his owner. In any case, I had finally run out of bed space whilst moving forward and I was balanced precariously on the parapet to gay sex. At that moment, Jamie's left arm slipped forward onto my lower back and I froze. This wasn't a coincidence. Were I checked over by a medic there and then, only my racing heart beat and erection would have confirmed I was still alive. Unsure if I was going to dive out of bed, turn and ask what the hell are you doing (anxiety and excitement fought the silent dual in my head), I just lay there. I was quite literally trembling in this game of bed chess.

Jamie's arm moved around to the front of me and rubbed passed my cock. Feeling that I was rigid, Jamie brought his hand back and took hold of my cock. I just lay there, breathing heavily while my work colleague fondled my cock and bollocks through my boxer shorts. I pushed back and relaxed my leg, slightly opening them to provide a more comfortable position. Jamie must have slipped his own briefs down when he got into bed as I felt Jamie's hard dick bounce off of my thigh, free of any confinement. Jamie pulled my shorts down and when they reached my knees Jamie used his raised leg over mine to place his foot in the waistband and continue to push them all the way down to my ankles and off into the base of the bed.This guy was a professional. 

Finally I entered the game. I turned on my back, reached over and left handed his throbbing cock. It was pretty big, I guessed Jamie was about 8.5, uncut and fairly meaty. His helmet was slimey with precum. Mine is about 7.5 uncut and I too, am blessed with some girth. We lay in the dark, mutually masturbating each other, the only sounds coming from the light increase in our breathing and our palmed foreskins, slapping back and forth over helmets, wet with our combined precious and copious amount of precum.

Still shocked but excited, I began to buck my hips up as we jacked each other off. I was getting close and knew I wouldn't hold out for very long but I didn't want to cum quite yet. I pushed Jamie over slightly and raised and opened my knees. Jamie pushed the duvet lower, exposing our naked silhouettes playing out like a silent movie. The sudden rush of cool air around my genitals stimulated me further. Jamie's pumps became firmer and faster, "fuck yeah", I felt my balls tighten. Suddenly I couldn't hold it and shouted "fuck I'm gonna shoot". Volley after volley of cum fired from my cock, hitting us both on our chests, on Jamie's face, and covered his hand. I Don't remember ever having cum so hard. Simultaneously, Jamie's cock stiffened in my grip and he fired his cum all over his chest. We lay there panting, other than the warning of incoming ejaculate, we still hadn't said a word to each other since climbing into bed. Jamie licks his hand and then proceeds to clean me up with his tongue, scooping up what he could of his own cum in the process. I snapped out of my vacant stare of disbelief and reached over to the box of tissues, pulling a few to mop up what was left of the mess. Had Jamie really just licked me clean, like a newborn kitten. We drifted off to sleep.

The following morning we were unable to shower due to a problem with the boiler. We grabbed coffees and pastries on our way to work, barely speaking and without a single reference to what had happened the night before. I wanted to grab his arm, to spin him around and ask what the hell happened last night. I wanted Jamie to acknowledge that we had sex, rather than he pretend that we just went to sleep. I wanted Jamie to acknowledge that he started this and I didn't need to feel as though I was guilty of stealing his favourite cologne. Instead, I continued to walk beside him in silence. 

When we arrived at work, Jamie and I showered and changed whilst chatting to other colleagues. Before leaving the mens locker room, Jamie turned and said, have a good day Mick. With that, the door closed and jamie headed out to see who needed him. I was left alone trying to make sense of what took place last night and how I felt about it. My cock started to chub, I took myself back into a stall and jacked off before I left to report for today's duties.

About a month or so later, a similar situation occurred with Jamie and in similar circumstances. This time however, I was a more willing and active participant. We started by masturbating each other but ended up in a 69 where Jamie swallowed my load from the tap. Again, no conversation took place and soon after I relocated to another office and we lost touch. I often wonder if Jamie stayed married, divorce and remarried or has a male partner now.