Working Away

As I turned the landing corner I noticed he had left his door open. I could see him lay on the bed face down in just his briefs, I stood wrapped in my towel contemplating whether I had read the signals correctly. If I was wrong and I made a move, the consequences could be very embarrassing and would make the remaining two weeks more than awkward for both of us.

We were staying in a Newcastle guest house on the outskirts of town. A large influx of workers from across the UK had arrived recently to start on phase two of the Metro extension and the lack of accommodation had meant I was staying in the second of two rooms on the third floor of a small guest house, neither of which had en-suite bathrooms.

This was the beginning of week three. We had shared the third floor rooms and bathroom for the last two weeks and once or twice had met in the small bar downstairs for a beer. He worked for a large firm of architects and was here for a month, we had swapped potted career histories and the odd joke before heading back to our respective rooms to ready for another working day. On the surface everything had seemed routine and par for the course apart from the longer eye contact we had both used and the odd extra glance as we had said our farewells on the landing before each of us retired to our own room.

I walked towards the open door and quietly coughed. He was resting his head on his left arm facing away from the door. I coughed once more and he turned his head towards the door and to my relief he smiled without speaking. I entered the room and closed the door behind me. He looked at my towel and turned his head back towards the window.

I walked to the bottom of the bed and put my hand on his right leg. He was a good six foot and his legs were hairy and firm. I started to move my hand up and down his lower leg pressing firmly as I massaged his calf. The hair on his legs stopped in a line just below his buttocks and his back was smooth, I moved to his left leg and began the same massage, this time I moved up onto his thigh and used both hands, I felt myself growing hard under the towel and increased the pressure of my fingers into his thigh muscle.

After a few minutes I stood back and dropped the towel before climbing up onto the bed and kneeling between his legs which I had parted slightly. I began to massage both of his thighs and moved my hands up towards the line of his black briefs. He move his arm slightly and repositioned his head and I continued, he felt relaxed and I carried my massage over onto his briefs and the buttocks beneath. As I moved further up the bed to start on his back my now rock hard cock was upright and just my balls rested against his buttocks between his legs.

His back felt firm and my hands moved easily across the smooth skin, as I massaged him I pressed my groin into the base of his buttocks and he arched back slightly. Once I had reached his shoulders I started on my way back down and when I reached the top of his briefs I put my fingers under and as I pulled them downwards he raised his buttocks so I could put my hands round and pull them over his erect cock. I brought them swiftly down his legs and threw them onto the floor before parting his legs once again. I moved back between his legs and putting my hands on each buttock I parted them to reveal a hairy crack and a pink entrance which although tight had obviously been fucked before now. I blew a cold fast breeze and he moaned and stretched out his hand. I paused and he leant across to the bedside cupboard and handed me a plastic bottle of clear oil. I opened the top and let a few drops fall into his crack, he groaned and I used my fingers to spread it over his entrance before squeezing the bottle to let a few more drops fall onto my now rigid cock.

I parted both his cheeks and using my thumb I leant forward and pushed my cock down into his crack before letting both cheeks close onto me. The oil felt cool and I moved very slowly in towards his entrance, I felt my foreskin come back and the tip of my cock reach his hole. I put my hands on his lower back and pushed into him but he was very tight, he had obviously not taken a cock for some weeks. I massaged his back again getting him to relax and at the same time I moved my hips back and forth feeling my cock rub in between his cheeks. I pushed hard once more and although he was very willing he was still too tight to accept me.

I pulled out and rolled over onto my side. He turned over with his back to me and as he did so he brought his knees up towards his chest a little. I ran my hand down from his shoulder to his lower back and tentatively moved to between his now, slightly parted crack. I could feel the oil and I gently slid my middle finger and spread some more over his entrance, massaging it gently. As I was about to pull my hand away he brought his own hand over and taking my rigid cock, guided me into place.

I was wet with pre-cum now and as I pressed myself in between his crack I felt my foreskin pull back and the very sensitive end of my cock touch his entrance. My cock jerked hard at the prospect of what was to come and I pushed myself closer to him and started to press harder into his hole. The first few attempts met with his tightness but then as I put my arm over him and started to massage his balls I felt him relax and my cock edged inside him for the first time. Initially I was in only half an inch but as he relaxed more I felt my cock sliding in up to an inch.

His hand came down to his own cock and as he slowly started to wank himself his hole opened slightly more and I began to feel two or three inches inside him. I kept a steady rhythm bringing myself out slowly and then back in as he wanked. After a few minutes we both started to increase our pace and as we did so I pushed in further until I was completely inside him and my pubic hairs were against his buttocks.

Occasionally one of us would moan but otherwise the only sound was the creaking of the bed as I moved my hips back and forth and he pulled up and down on his cock. Steadily we both increased our speed until he was wanking hard and furious and I was riding him at a racing pace. Suddenly I felt him tense and I knew he was about to shoot. I put my hand onto his stomach and my other on his shoulder and pushed into him hard until his stomach tightened and I felt him start to flow onto the sheets. At the same time I was at that point where the speed seems out of control and I started to fire into him. The sensation started in my lower stomach and rose until I gave a massive groan and was flooding him with spasms of shooting liquid. The spasms seemed to go on for an age until eventually we had both spent ourselves and we sank back into a sweaty, breathless tangle.

It was going to be an interesting two weeks.