The new boy, Jobe, was a cutie, slim 5'9", 19, but looked much younger. His fair hair was beached at the ends, with china blue eyes that made me melt. For the first few weeks he was my understudy, sitting close to me at my desk, learning the ropes. We became very close friends. Friday evenings, we all went to the pub for a couple to unwind. Jobe had to show his I.D. to get served. He was obviously unused to alcohol, as after two ciders, he was giggly, a third and he was pissed. I asked where he lived, and took him home in a taxi. His parents were unimpressed and I had a telling off. 'Fuck me, he's 19 for Christ's sake.' I thought. I caught the bus home.
I now had a small one bed apartment, I was away from the parents and could do as I wished. I taught myself to cook, currys, spaghetti bolognaise and the like.
The following Friday, Jobe left after a pint, not wanting to risk the wrath of his parents again. Monday lunchtime, he and I were having baguettes washed down with coffee, he was looking decidedly downbeat, "What's the problem ?" "Err, nothing." "C'mon, I thought we were friends, I can keep a secret." "Well...it's just that.... my parents, they treat me like a ten year old. I've offered to do my own laundry, even cook for myself, but mum especially wants me tied to her apron strings, she won't let go!" I thought about it for a minute, then said, "Tell your parents that next Friday you will stay at my place, at 19 they can't stop you." He looked mortified. After a little persuasion, he agreed.
The next morning, he came in beaming from ear to ear, straight up to me and gave me a kiss on the cheek, "She agreed, she agreed!" Over the next few days I thought things through, he was probably straight, and a virgin, it would have to be a gentle process that may take weeks. Friday, and we are in the pub, Jobe refuses more than two pints, so we left early, with him carrying a small overnight bag. At home I had a stew that only needed microwaving. Starting off nervously, he became more relaxed as the evening went on, sitting on the sofa together, watching game shows on TV, he even tried a glass of wine. At 10.30 he went for a shower, coming back in white Y fronts, with his hands in front of his dick. I went for my shower and came back naked. "Bloody hell!", se said, his eyes settling on my cock, now rising to attention under Jobe's scrutiny, "It's fucking enormous!" "I guess I was born lucky", and I gave it a stroke. "I only have one bed, you can either sleep with me, or on the sofa." "Sofa, I think." I gave him a duvet and went off to bed. In the middle of the night I felt him crawl in beside me, I gave him a sleepy kiss, put my arm round him, and fell back asleep.
Saturday morning, I left him sleeping and made myself coffee and breakfast. Half an hour later, Jobe emerged, now wearing boxers, I was still in the nude. "Come here, Jobe." He strolled over and I risked all by kissing him on the lips. He didn't back off, he opened his lips. His breath smelled of toothpaste. I held the back of his head, and the kissing went on, and on. We both had erections. "Jobe, have you ever had a blow job?" He shook his head, so I knelt, peeled off his boxers, and gave him head. His dick was only 5", so I could deep throat easily. I held his balls and bobbed up and down on his penis, until he shuddered and shot his load. "Fuck me, that was amazing, I've wanked for years, that was another level, can I do it to you?" We went back to the bed, I laid on it and he knelt beside, holding the base of my cock and swallowing what he could. For his first time he did really well, bringing me to orgasm in no time, swallowing most of it. "Thank you, you are a great cocksucker." He had breakfast and I drove him home.
Next week went like a dream, we stroked thighs as we poured over the books and brought spreadsheets up on the laptop. He was learning very quickly, and would soon have his own desk. Friday, two pints and back to my place. I undressed as soon as we were indoors. I was pleased to see him do likewise, his inhibitions gone. We had dinner and sat naked on the sofa together, watching crap TV. It was Jobe who initiated it, kissing my neck and gently stroking my knob. I turned, so we could kiss properly, and felt for his hardness, "Let's turn the TV off and go to bed", he offered We left our clothes on the floor and went to bed. We kissed some more, then he shuffled down the bed to suck me. I held his head, face fucking him whilst he wanked himself. He was used to my load by now and swallowed the lot. He then rolled over and jerked. I licked it off his belly. Saturday morning again, I heard him going to the bathroom, having a crap and showering, coming back drying himself, already with a semi. I did the same as him while he fixed breakfast. That day he was in no rush to leave, "Can we go back to bed for a bit, I need more cuddles?" We kissed, rubbed our bodies together, and I ran a finger up his crack, settling on his rose bud, "Oooh, that's nice, do it some more." I licked my finger, teased his ring, and slipped inside. He yelped, then moaned as I hit the spot, "bloody hell, you do things to me that I've only read about." I pushed it further in and wiggled it around, he seeped. "If you can be very, very careful, you can fuck me. I always thought I was straight. It seems not, and I couldn't be happier." I moved round, pulled his hips up and rimmed him, slobbering as much saliva on him as I could, then opened him with two fingers. In the absence of lube, I used shower gel on both of us. Pulling him up onto all fours, I gently pressed until my tip burst through his ring, taking his cherry, "Fucking hell, that hurt!" I added more gel and spat on my shaft. Little by little I edged in. He sobbed, I slowly penetrated until I was completely inside him, and started to hump. His ring relaxed, now used to the invasion. I felt round for his penis and was pleased to find him still hard. "Okay, now fuck me." Holding onto his slim waist, I pumped, using the whole of my 8". Faster and deeper, more spit, he was now tossing. With a tight virginal ring, I couldn't last very long. Blast after blast filled his cavity, he had long since cum on the duvet. "Amazing, amazing, amazing", is all he could say, as we sipped on our coffees. "I want you to do it again and again."
Monday, back in the office, Jobe now had his own desk. I went to report to Gerry. After discussing work, he asked how things were going between Jobe and me. "Brilliant, we are now having sex. He bottoms and loves my big dick." "Do you think he would like mine as well?" "Yes, of course, shall I bring him to your place on Friday? Will you husband be there? "Yes, and yes, by all means, we would be delighted to see you, come round at 8pm."
Over lunch I told Jobe of the plans, and warned he may be fucked by three of us. His eyes lit up. Friday evening, we didn't bother with the pub, we went home and had a light dinner. I had bought Jobe a douche bulb and explained how to use it, so he went to the bathroom, coming back smiling, "That felt great." We drove to Gerry's in plenty of time. Mike greeted us, just wearing a Nike jockstrap, I let out a low wolf whistle, "Mike, you look fabulous." Inside, Gerry was naked with a semi. We went straight to bed. Mike went first, Gerry and I gently wanked each other, while Jobe and Mike made out, Mike rimmed him, lubed them both and mounted him. Jobe's legs were in the air, his ass getting a battering, it didn't take long. Gerry next, doggy style, longer, more measured strokes. Jobe leaked. Ten minutes later Jobe had received his second load. My turn. We started off doggy, then missionary, finally sideways, making sure the guys had a good view. Jobe tossed a huge load. I went faster, Jobe had another load inside him. Cum bubbled out as I pulled out.
Friday evenings were now about Jobe getting shafted, either by me or the three of us. Two months later, Jobe left his overbearing parents and moved in with me. Two salaries meant we could afford a better place. We have been together for 18 months now, I have introduced him to more of my friends. Jobe can't get enough cock. Simple as.
