Arjun Patel
The early morning air was crisp, but the coffee in Arjun Patel’s hands was hot and steamy. He navigated the concrete steps of 'The Daily Grind' carefully, trying to balance the carrier with two large lattes while checking his phone for a text from his sister. He was distracted, rushing, and physics did the rest.
His heel caught on the edge of the top step. He pitched forward, the world tilting violently. One of the cups flew from its slot, smashing onto the pavement; the lid flew off, and the contents bounced toward Arjun. He hit the ground hard, his knees slamming into the concrete, the coffee splashing onto his light beige dress trousers, turning the lower pant legs a darker shade of brown.
"Hey! Watch where you're going!" a sharp voice cut through the air.
Arjun looked up, wincing in pain. A woman in a sharp business suit towered over him, glaring down her nose. She had been walking up behind him and had to jump back to avoid his flailing arms.
"I am so sorry," Arjun stammered, scrambling to get up. "I slipped."
"You clumsy idiot!" she snapped, brushing invisible dust from her coat. "You nearly scalded me. I cannot believe my parents think you’ll be a great husband."
Arjun felt his face burn with humiliation. He fumbled with the cup holder and extended the remaining, intact coffee toward her. "Here. Please, take this one. It was for you anyway. I'm so sorry again."
She snatched the cup from his hand without a word, turned on her heel, and stormed away toward the parking garage, muttering under her breath.
"And the bitch just walks off," Arjun said to the empty air, standing there in his ruined, soaking pants.
"That’s why I only fuck guys," a deep, amused voice said from behind him.
Arjun turned to see a tall man with broad shoulders and a confident smirk leaning against the brick wall of the coffee shop. He had messy blonde hair and eyes that seemed to see right through Arjun's embarrassment.
A barista, a young guy with dark hair and an apron, standing in the open doorway, looked over at Austin Boyd. “I’m sure that’s not the only reason.”
Austin smiled. He eyed the man. Was he familiar because he’d already fucked him or just because he had ordered coffee from him in the past. Austin couldn’t remember. He turned toward Arjun. "You okay, man?"
"Yeah, just my dignity," Arjun sighed, looking down at the dark brown stain spreading from his knees to his lower pant hem.
The barista looked at Arjun, then at the woman retreating in the distance. He snorted. Then he turned toward Austin. "Hey, why don't you take him into the back office? There’s a utility sink back there; he can rinse his pants out, and we’ve got a heavy-duty blow dryer for spills. Better than walking around like that."
"Sure," Austin said, pushing off the wall. He walked over to Arjun and extended a hand. "I'm Austin. Let's get you cleaned up."
"Arjun," he said, taking the hand. Austin pulled him up effortlessly. "I'm fine, really."
"You didn't twist an ankle or anything, did you?" Austin asked, his hand lingering on Arjun's elbow a little longer than necessary.
"No. I'm okay."
"Come on then."
Austin guided Arjun past the counter and through the 'Employees Only' swinging door. The back office was small, cluttered with stacks of paper cups and boxes of imitation cream. In the corner was a large stainless steel sink and a mounted hair dryer on a flexible hose.
Arjun sat in a rolling desk chair and kicked off his loafers. He stood up, his hands trembling slightly as he reached for his belt. The coffee was cold and sticky now, making the fabric cling uncomfortably to his skin.
"Here, let me," Austin said. He stepped in close, invading Arjun's personal space.
Arjun dropped his hands to his sides. Austin undid the buckle, the button, and the zipper with practiced ease. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of the trousers and slid them down Arjun's legs.
As the fabric passed Arjun's knees, Austin crouched down to help him step out of the pooled material. Arjun stood there in a pair of tight, white briefs that left nothing to the imagination. Austin paused, his face level with Arjun's hips, and looked up. His gaze was heavy, direct.
"Nice," Austin said, his voice dropping an octave.
Arjun felt a jolt of electricity shoot down his spine. He wasn't used to this kind of boldness. "Thanks," he managed to whisper.
Austin stood up, keeping his eyes locked on Arjun's. He took the soaking trousers to the sink and turned on the water. "You've probably got coffee and creamer residue on your legs. It'll get sticky."
He grabbed a clean towel from a stack, ran it under the faucet, and handed it to Arjun. "I'll rinse these out real quick."
Arjun took the damp towel and began wiping his thighs. The cold water felt good against his skin, but the heat of Austin's gaze was distracting. Austin ran the pants under the tap, wringing them out with strong hands, then plugged in the industrial dryer.
He positioned the hose nozzle into one leg of the pants, blasting it with warm air. Whoosh. The noise filled the small room.
Austin picked up another dry towel and walked back to Arjun. "Dry your legs?"
Arjun looked down at his thighs. "They’re not that wet."
Austin stepped in closer. He was inches away now, the heat radiating off his body. "She was really nasty to you," Austin said softly. "You don't deserve that."
Arjun looked up, meeting those blue eyes. He felt stripped bare, even more so than he physically was. "My parents picked her for me," he confessed, the words tasting bitter. "They said she’ll make good grandchildren."
“That’s probably the only good thing she’d ever make.” Austin reached up, his hand brushing Arjun's cheek, tucking a stray lock of hair behind his ear. "You’ve got beautiful eyes."
"And you are quite handsome," Arjun replied, his heart hammering against his ribs like a trapped bird.
Austin leaned in. His lips brushed against Arjun's, a feather-light touch that was more of a question than a kiss. "I've locked the door," he whispered against Arjun's mouth.
Arjun didn't pull away. He leaned in and pressed his lips back against Austin's, harder this time. The kiss was clumsy at first, tentative, but then Austin parted his lips, deepening the contact.
Austin dropped his hand from Arjun's face and brushed it down the front of Arjun's briefs. He cupped the growing bulge, his palm pressing firmly, rubbing the fabric.
Arjun gasped into Austin's mouth, his hips bucking involuntarily.
"I've never been with a man," Arjun breathed out, his voice trembling with a mix of fear and excitement. “But this feels like something I’ve been missing.”
Austin pulled back slightly, looking him in the eye. His hand didn't move. "Do you want me to keep going, then?"
"No," Arjun said immediately. "Not here. It's too... public, cramped." He swallowed hard. "I want you to… I want to learn. Will you show me?”
“Of course.” Austin nuzzled his ear.
“But let's go to my apartment. It's just two blocks away."
Austin grinned, a slow, predatory smile. "Let me switch the blow dryer so both legs have a chance to get dry."
Arjun looked at the pants, then at Austin. "I'm not going to have them on very long."
Austin laughed, “Just a minute on the other leg.” He moved the nozzle to the other leg. He faced Arjun and bit his lower lip. How had some man not played with the cock. “You need to adjust that; otherwise, everyone out there is going to see your boner.”
"Good point."
They dressed quickly, Arjun hopping slightly as he pulled the still-damp trousers back on. They walked out of the office together, Arjun feeling lightheaded, the adrenaline coursing through his veins.
The barista was wiping down the counter as they emerged. He looked at them, looked at the clock, and smirked. "That didn't take long."
Austin stopped at the door, throwing a look over his shoulder. "You didn't think we were going to fuck on the office floor, did you?"
The barista turned red, choking on his spit. He looked away, flustered. "Uh, can I give you a coffee on the house? For the trouble?"
Arjun shook his head.
"We're good," Austin said, holding the door open for Arjun.
The walk to Arjun's apartment was silent, charged with anticipation. Arjun's keys rattled in the lock as he fumbled with the latch. Finally, the door clicked open, and they stumbled inside.
The apartment was modern, sterile, perfectly organized, minimalistic.
"Bedroom?" Austin asked.
Arjun nodded, unable to speak. "Bedroom."
They walked down the hall. Arjun closed the door behind them and locked it, the click echoing in the quiet room.
"Take your clothes off," Austin directed. His voice was firm, commanding but not cruel.
Arjun obeyed, stripping off the shirt and the damp trousers until he was standing in his underwear again. Austin did the same, revealing his muscular, hairy chest and a thickening cock already straining against his briefs.
"Lie down," Austin said. "On the bed."
Arjun lay back on the duvet, his heart racing. Austin climbed onto the mattress, hovering over him.
"Listen to me," Austin said, brushing a thumb over Arjun's lower lip. "I'm going to teach you how this works. If you don't like something, tell me. If you like it, don't hold back."
"Okay," Arjun breathed.
"First," Austin murmured, lowering his head. "Kissing. Not like you kissed your mother. Open mouth."
Austin captured Arjun's lips again. This time, he took control. He used his tongue to trace the seam of Arjun's lips, coaxing them open. When Arjun gasped, Austin slipped inside, exploring the wet heat of his mouth. He tilted Arjun's head, deepening the angle, and taught him how to move his tongue in response, how to tango, how to suck, how to bite gently on the lower lip.
Arjun moaned, his hands coming up to grip Austin’s shoulders, his fingers digging into the muscle. The sensation was overwhelming, a thousand times better than the chaste, closed-mouth pecks he was used to.
Austin pulled back, both of them breathing hard. "Good," he murmured. "Now, relax."
Austin trailed his lips down the side of Arjun's neck, placing wet, open-mouthed kisses along the sensitive skin of his throat. He nibbled on the collarbone, feeling Arjun shiver beneath him.
"Touch me," Austin commanded. "Run your hands over my back. Down to my ass."
Arjun hesitated, then slid his hands down Austin’s spine. He reached the firm globes of Austin’s ass and gave an experimental squeeze. Austin groaned in approval.
Austin moved lower, capturing one of Arjun’s dark, flat nipples between his teeth. He flicked it with his tongue, then bit down gently.
"Ah!" Arjun cried out, his back arching off the bed. "That, that feels... intense."
"Play with the other one," Austin instructed around the nipple. "Pinch it. Roll it."
Arjun obeyed, his fingers finding his own untouched nipple. He twisted it, mimicking the sharp pleasure-pain Austin was inflicting on the other side. The dual sensation sent shockwaves straight to his groin.
Austin continued his descent, kissing down the center of Arjun’s chest, over his stomach, dipping his tongue into his navel. He reached the waistband of Arjun's briefs and hooked his fingers underneath, pulling them down slowly.
Arjun lifted his hips, allowing the fabric to slide away. His cock sprang free, slapping against his stomach.
Austin sat back on his heels, his eyes widening slightly. "Fucking awesome," he whispered.
Arjun was above average in length, thick and heavy with arousal. His skin was a deep, rich brown, and his cock was uncut, the foreskin gathering heavily at the head, flushed a dark, deep purple where it poked out.
"I want you to suck it," Austin said, his voice rough. "But first, I want to taste it."
Austin leaned down and licked a broad stripe up the underside of Arjun's shaft, from the base to the tip. The skin was smooth, velvety, and hot. He peeled back the foreskin gently with his thumb, revealing the slick, glistening head beneath. He put his mouth over the head.
Arjun emitted a slight squeal as Austin tightened his lips and slid down the shaft a few inches. He pulled back up, and there was a slight popping sound as he released the shaft.
"Turn over," Austin said. "Get on your hands and knees. Open your legs," Austin ordered.
Arjun hesitated, feeling exposed, but the hunger in Austin's eyes gave him the courage. He flipped onto his stomach and rose to his hands and knees, presenting his ass to the other man.
"Head down. Arch your back," Austin directed. "Push that ass out."
Arjun buried his face in the pillow and raised his hips. He felt the mattress shift as Austin moved behind him. Then, he felt the first shocking contact of a wet tongue against his hole.
"Fuck!" Arjun yelled, his muffled cry swallowed by the pillow.
"Shh," Austin soothed, placing a hand on Arjun’s lower back to hold him steady. "Just feel it."
Austin went to work. He ate Arjun out with voracious enthusiasm, his tongue circling the tight ring of muscle before pressing inside. He lapped at the entrance, stimulating the nerve endings with relentless precision. He spat against the puckered flesh, using his thumb to spread the saliva around, working Arjun open until he was gasping and trembling, his hole clenching and unclenching involuntarily.
Austin pulled back, admiring the wet, winking opening. He reached for the nightstand. "Lube?"
"Top drawer," Arjun gasped, his face buried in the sheets. “I use it when I jerk off.”
Austin found the bottle and slicked up his fingers. He pressed one against the entrance. "Push out like you're taking a shit," he instructed.
Arjun tried to follow the direction, and the finger slid in easier than he expected. Austin crooked it, rubbing against the front wall of Arjun's rectum.
"Oh god," Arjun moaned. "Right there."
"That's your prostate," Austin said, adding a second finger. He scissored them, stretching the tight muscle. He took his time, opening him up, watching the ring of muscle stretch around his digits. When he added a third finger, Arjun was panting, sweat beading on his back.
Arjun couldn’t believe the urge he was feeling as it built inside him. It was a desire he never thought he would want. “Stick it in. I need it. I'm ready," Arjun groaned. "Please, Austin. Put it in."
Austin pulled his fingers free and wiped them on the sheets. He positioned himself behind Arjun, lining his heavy cock up with the loosened entrance.
"Grab the headboard," Austin said. "Brace yourself."
Arjun gripped the wooden slats of the headboard, knuckles turning white.
Austin pushed forward. The head of his cock breached the ring, the stretch burning and intense.
"Relax," Austin coached, pausing with just the head inside. "Breathe through it."
Arjun exhaled sharply, willing his muscles to unclench. Austin slid in deeper, inch by inch, until he was buried to the hilt. He paused again, letting Arjun adjust to the fullness.
"Okay?" Austin asked, his voice strained.
"Move," Arjun begged. "Fuck me."
Austin pulled back slowly and drove back in. He set a steady rhythm, his hips slapping against Arjun's ass cheeks with every thrust. The room was filled with the sounds of sex, the creak of the bed, the slap of skin, the ragged breathing.
"Reach back and spread your cheeks," Austin commanded.
Arjun let go of the headboard and reached behind him, pulling his ass open, giving Austin deeper access. The angle changed, and Austin’s cock dragged hard against Arjun’s prostate with every stroke.
"Yes! Yes!" Arjun cried out, his voice breaking. "Harder!"
Austin obliged, fucking him with abandon now. He leaned forward, covering Arjun’s back with his chest, wrapping one arm around Arjun's chest to pull him upright. Austin’s other hand snaked around to grip Arjun’s cock, which was leaking copious amounts of precum.
"I want to see you cum," Austin growled in his ear. "I want you to shoot all over those sheets while I'm inside you."
Austin began to jerk Arjun off in time with his thrusts, his fist tight and slick with Arjun’s own fluids.
It didn't take long. The combination of the friction on his prostate and the hand on his dick was too much. Arjun threw his head back, his mouth open in a silent scream as his orgasm tore through him.
His cock pulsed in Austin’s grip, sending thick ropes of cum shooting out to coat his stomach and the duvet beneath him. His ass spasmed violently around Austin’s cock, milking him.
"Fuck!" Austin gritted out. He slammed in one last time, burying himself deep, and let go. Arjun felt the heat flooding him, thick pulses of cum filling his insides.
They stayed locked together, Austin grinding slowly as he emptied himself, Arjun trembling in his arms.
Finally, Austin pulled out, his softening cock slipping free. A trickle of cum followed, dripping down Arjun's thigh. Austin collapsed onto the bed beside him, pulling Arjun down to lie on the pillow.
They lay there for a long time, hearts slowing down, breathing returning to normal.
Austin turned his head, looking at Arjun. He brushed a lock of hair off the younger man's sweaty forehead. "How was that for a first time?"
Arjun laughed, an exhausted, blissful sound. "I think I'm ruined for anyone else."
"Good," Austin smirked. "But we're not done yet."
Arjun looked at him, confused. "We're not?"
Austin took Arjun's hand and guided it down to his own cock, which was already twitching back to life. "You took it like a champ," Austin said. "Now it's your turn to give back. I want you to fuck me."
Arjun’s eyes widened. "I... I don't know if I can."
"I'll teach you," Austin said, rolling onto his back and pulling his legs up, exposing his own hairy hole to Arjun. "Just like I showed you. Lube up your fingers."
Arjun sat up, the fatigue vanishing, replaced by a surge of renewed desire. He looked down at Austin, exposed and vulnerable, and felt a power he had never felt before. He reached for the lube.
"Okay," Arjun said, his voice steadying. "What do I do?"
"Get your fingers good and slick," Austin instructed, watching Arjun coat his middle and ring fingers with the clear gel. "Don't rush it."
Arjun moved between Austin's spread legs. The sight of another man offering himself up so openly was intoxicating. He leaned in, mimicking what Austin had done to him earlier. He ran his tongue tentatively over Austin's entrance, tasting the salt and musk.
"Yeah, eat it," Austin groaned, his head falling back. "Get it wet."
Arjun grew bolder, flicking his tongue against the tight furrow before pressing inside. He felt the muscle twitch against his tongue. After a minute, he pulled back and positioned his index finger at the center.
"Push," Austin said. "Don't poke. Push steadily."
Arjun applied pressure. He watched the rim of Austin's hole stretch to accommodate the first digit. It was tight, hot, and incredibly alive. He slid it in, up to the knuckle.
"Twist it," Austin guided. "Feel around."
Arjun curled his finger, searching until he felt the slight bump of the prostate. Austin's cock jumped in response.
"Right there," Austin hissed. "Add another one."
Arjun pulled out, added more lube, and pushed two fingers back in. He scissored them, stretching the walls of Austin's ass. He watched in fascination as his dark fingers disappeared into the pink, puckered flesh. It was surreal, dirty, and incredibly erotic.
"You're ready," Austin said after a few minutes, his voice husky. "Slick up that big dick. Let's see what you can do."
Arjun knelt up, pouring a generous amount of lube over his erection. He stroked himself, spreading the liquid, his shaft fully hard and aching. He moved forward, lining the dark, swollen head of his uncut cock up with Austin's entrance.
"Put it in," Austin said, grabbing his own ankles and pulling his legs back further, opening himself completely. "Slowly."
Arjun leaned forward, supporting his weight on his hands. He pushed his hips. The resistance was momentary before the head popped past the tight ring of muscle.
"Ah," Austin gasped, his eyes fluttering shut. "Pause. Let me get used to it. It feels so good."
Arjun held still, fighting the urge to bury himself to the hilt. The heat gripping him was intense, a velvet vice that was squeezing the life out of his tip.
"Okay," Austin breathed after a moment. "Give me more."
Arjun pushed forward, sliding inch by inch into Austin's body. He watched his shaft disappear, feeling the walls of Austin's ass ripple and contract around him. When he was fully seated, his pubic bone pressed against Austin's ass, he stopped. It felt incredible—better than any woman he had ever been with.
"Fuck, you're thick," Austin groaned, opening his eyes to look up at Arjun. "How does it feel?"
"Tight," Arjun gasped. "So fucking hot."
"Move your hips," Austin commanded. "Grind into me."
Arjun began to move, small, shallow thrusts at first. He found a rhythm, pulling out a few inches and sliding back in. The friction was amazing.
"You can go harder," Austin said, reaching up to grip Arjun's biceps. "Fuck me properly."
Arjun let go of his restraint. He pulled out until just the head remained inside and then slammed forward.
"Yes!" Austin shouted, his head pressing into the mattress.
Arjun began to piston his hips, the bed shaking with the force of his thrusts. He felt a primal instinct taking over, the need to claim, to dominate. He watched his cock sliding in and out of Austin's hole, the rim pulling outward on the outstroke and sucking in on the instroke.
"Choke me," Austin growled, his hand moving to his own neck.
Arjun hesitated, shocked.
"Do it," Austin demanded. "Squeeze my throat."
Arjun wrapped his hand around Austin's throat, applying firm but careful pressure. He could feel the vibrations of Austin's moans under his palm.
The extra dominance seemed to spur Austin on. His ass clamped down hard on Arjun's cock. "I'm getting close," Austin warned. "Keep hitting that spot."
Arjun adjusted his angle slightly, aiming for the place that made Austin see stars. He drove in hard and fast, his balls slapping against Austin's ass.
"Fuck! I'm cumming!" Austin yelled.
Without even touching his own cock, Austin's dick began to spurt. Thick white ropes of cum shot across his chest and stomach, coating the dark hair in streams of pearly fluid. His hole convulsed around Arjun's cock, massaging it in rhythmic waves.
The sight of Austin coming undone pushed Arjun over the edge. The grip on his cock became too tight, the heat too intense.
"I'm gonna... I'm gonna cum," Arjun stammered.
"Breed me," Austin gasped, his hand gripping Arjun's wrist. "Fill my ass with your seed."
Arjun slammed in one final time, burying himself deep. His orgasm crashed through him like a sledgehammer. He cried out, his whole body shaking as he unloaded deep inside Austin. He could feel his cock pulsing, pumping jet after jet of hot cum into the other man's ass.
He collapsed forward onto Austin's chest, his heart hammering against his ribs. Austin wrapped his legs around Arjun's waist, holding him in place, trapping his softening cock inside.
They lay there in the tangle of sheets, sweat cooling on their skin, the room heavy with the smell of sex and musk.
Arjun rolled off to the side, his cock slipping out with a wet sound. A flood of cum followed, dripping onto the bedspread.
"Holy shit," Arjun whispered, staring at the ceiling.
Austin laughed, a deep, satisfied sound. He reached over and grabbed the towel Arjun had used earlier, wiping the cum from his chest. "You're a natural, kid."
Arjun turned his head to look at Austin. A mix of emotions washed over him, gratitude, lust, confusion, and a lingering shame about the life he was supposed to live.
"I never..." Arjun started, then stopped. "I didn't know it could be like that."
Austin propped himself up on one elbow, looking down at Arjun with a surprisingly gentle expression. "Sex is supposed to be fun. It's supposed to be messy. That's the difference between fucking and... whatever it is you've been doing before."
Arjun smiled weakly. "My parents would disown me if they knew."
Austin reached out and brushed Arjun's cheek with his knuckles. "Then maybe it's time to stop living for them and start living for yourself."
They lay in silence for a few more minutes, the weight of the words hanging in the air. Eventually, Austin sat up and swung his legs over the edge of the bed. He stretched, his muscles rippling.
"I should get going," Austin said, standing up and hunting for his clothes on the floor.
Arjun felt a sudden pang of loss. He watched Austin dress, admiring the way the other man moved with such confident ease.
"Will I..." Arjun hesitated, sitting up and clutching the sheet to his chest. "Will I see you again?"
Austin pulled his shirt on and looked back. He smirked, but his eyes were serious. "I'm not hard to find, Arjun. But you need to figure some things out first."
Austin walked to the bedroom door. He stopped with his hand on the knob and looked back. "Thanks for the ride."
Arjun laughed, the tension breaking. "Thank you."
Austin winked and walked out. A moment later, the front door clicked shut.
Arjun fell back onto the pillows, staring up at the ceiling. His body was sore, used in ways he hadn't expected, but he felt more alive than he had in years. He touched his lips, still tingling from Austin's kisses, and smiled. The apartment felt different now, less like a showroom and more like a place where a life could actually begin.
And he wondered whether that handsome man in the cubicle on the other side of the room at work would be a good place for it to start.
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