Chapter 3 – Jason’s Story
Jason Pov
I can still remember the first day Gavin came to work for us in our marketing company. I had never seen a more gorgeous man - tall, with dark hair and those piercing eyes, not to mention his smoking hot body. I was instantly attracted. I tried to play it cool for the first few weeks he was here, but it was getting harder and harder not to come up with an excuse to talk to him.
I started finding reasons to walk past his desk, complimenting his work and asking about his weekend plans. The poor guy probably thought I was just being a friendly boss, but I was plotting how to get him alone from day one.
When I learned he was married to Tim, I'll admit I was disappointed at first. But then I met Tim at the dinner I hosted, and fuck me, what a cute little thing. Shorter than Gavin, more delicate, with this innocent quality that made me want to corrupt him. That's when the idea started forming—why settle for one when I could potentially have both?
My wife Angela knew about my appetites from the beginning. We'd been in an open marriage for fifteen years, and she had her own adventures on the side. She found my obsession with Gavin amusing, often teasing me about my "work crush" when I'd come home talking about him.
I was having trouble concentrating and knew I had to make my move on Gavin. With luck I caught him alone in the lift one afternoon and had to touch his chest, I told him how good he looked in that shirt, I asked him often he worked out feeling up his biceps, he told me he worked out 4 times a week, I said we’ll have to work out together sometime, I knew what I wanted to work out on him, he had great bulge in his pants and I wanted some of that cock.
I could see him getting uncomfortable with my attention, but there was something in his eyes—a flicker of interest he was trying to suppress. He mentioned Tim again, as if it were a shield, but I could tell part of him was curious about what it would be like.
Another day, I saw Gavin go into the office toilets. I decided to follow. He was standing at the urinal, perfect, I would get to see the size of his cock. I walked up to the urinal next to him and looked over. Fuck, what a beautiful cock. He had to be at least 8 inches soft and thick, not as thick as mine, but he had me on length. He saw me looking and had a little smirk of satisfaction on his face. I pulled my cock out and started to piss. I saw him out of the corner of my eye, he was having a good look. I turned a bit so he could get a better view and looked him in the eye. He looked back at me and smiled.
That's when I decided to dangle the promotion in front of him. Although he was probably a bit Junior for this role, I knew he could do the job. It wasn't entirely manipulative, I mean, Gavin genuinely had the best customer service numbers in the company. But I knew the extra money would be impossible for him to turn down, especially with how he'd been talking about wanting a bigger place for him and Tim.
The night I finally got him alone in my office after everyone had left, I'd been planning it for weeks. I made sure everyone had left before I made my move. When I dropped to my knees and pulled his pants down, he tried to resist. I expected that. I knew he would feel guilty about betraying his husband of 10 years, but it didn’t take him long to start moaning. His cock was magnificent, and I knew I had to have it as often as possible.
When I swallowed his entire length that first time, I knew I had him. The look of shock and pure pleasure on his face told me everything I needed to know—Tim clearly wasn't able to give him what he needed. Ten inches of perfect cock, and his little husband could barely take half of it down his throat? What a waste.
After that first encounter, I made sure to create more "late night client meetings" and "urgent strategy sessions." Sometimes they would be legitimate meetings, other times just an excuse. Gavin would protest weakly each time, mentioning Tim, but his body always betrayed him. Within a couple of weeks, I had him fucking my ass bent over my desk. I had to have him at least twice a week. His resolve was getting weaker. He knew he could go deeper in my ass, and I was better at taking his huge cock than Tim was. I could take his 10 inches down my throat without any problems. Tim was no competition as far as I was concerned.
The party at my house was the perfect setup. I wanted to see how far I could push things with both of them in the same space. Tim was so naive, so trusting—it was almost too easy. When I had my hand on Gavin's thigh in the Uber, watching Tim's face, I knew he was getting riled up. When we got to the club, I made myself a little less obvious until we were having a few drinks at least.
I could see Tim watching me at the club as I danced with Gavin. The confused look on his face was priceless—half jealousy, half arousal. That's when I knew my instincts about him were right. He wasn't just a jealous husband; he was turned on by seeing his man with someone else, fuck, I loved it.
The plan to bring them back to my place worked perfectly. Angela played her part beautifully, grinding against Tim while I worked on Gavin. By the time we got back to the mansion, everyone was drunk enough for inhibitions to start melting away. I whispered to Gavin in the hallway as Tim stumbled to the guest room: "Tonight's the night. I want that cock inside me while your husband sleeps down the hall."
"Jason, I can't," he protested, but his cock was already hard against my thigh. "What if Tim wakes up?” Then maybe he can join in I joked. Gavin just looked at me in disbelief. "That's the thrill of it," I whispered, my hand already working his belt open. "The danger." I kissed him passionately, with his husband passed out, just inside the guest room.
I pulled him into one of the spare bedrooms—not too far from where Tim was passed out, but not close enough for casual sounds to wake him. I'd planned this room specifically—thick walls, plush carpet to muffle footsteps, but a door that didn't quite close properly. Just in case our little Tim decided to wander. Gavin's resistance crumbled as I stripped off my shirt and pressed my chest against his. "Fuck, Jason," he groaned as I bit his neck, "we shouldn't."
"But we are," I replied, pushing him onto the bed. "We definitely are."
I straddled him, grinding my ass against his hardening cock. His hands instinctively grabbed my hips, guiding my movements. The conflict in his eyes was gone after 5 seconds. I stripped him and then took off the rest of my clothes. I got on top of Gavin. I had to have his cock in my ass. I needed to taste him first. I moved down the bed and started licking the length of his cock, fuck, I would never get tired of sucking this man’s cock. I licked down further and then started sucking on his full balls, one then the other. Gavin was moaning, oh fuck yeah, suck them, I loved how Gavin smelled. I was really getting wound up now, I had to have him inside me.
I grabbed the lube and slicked his cock and my ass. I started to lower myself onto him, inch by fucking delicious inch. The stretch was magnificent—that beautiful thickness opening me up just right. I saw stars as he bottomed out inside me.
"Oh fuck," I moaned, not bothering to keep quiet. "This is what I've been waiting for all night."
Gavin's eyes were half-closed, his guilt clearly fighting a losing battle against pleasure. I started riding him slow and deep, savoring every thrust.
"Your husband has no idea what you can really do with this cock, does he?" I whispered, pinching his nipples hard. "He doesn't know how to take it properly."
That seemed to trigger something primal in him. He grabbed my hips and started thrusting up into me with force. "Shut up about Tim," he growled, but I could tell my words were turning him on even though he wouldn’t admit it.
"Make me," I challenged, bouncing harder on his cock. "Make me shut up about your sweet little husband sleeping just down the hall."
That's when he flipped me over, pinning me face-down on the mattress. The aggression I'd been trying to coax out of him finally surfaced as he started pounding into me from behind. This was the Gavin I'd been waiting for—not the careful, considerate husband, but the dominant top who knew how to use that magnificent cock.
"You like that, don't you?" he panted in my ear, his chest pressed against my back. "You like being fucked by a married man."
"Fuck yes," I gasped. "Give it to me harder."
That's when I caught movement in the doorway—just a shadow, but I knew. Tim was there, watching his husband rail me like an animal. I made sure I moaned loudly and put on quite a show for Tim, trying to get Gavin to be more vocal. Fuck me harder I was moaning. I started teasing Gavin, knowing Tim was there watching and listening. Tim can’t take your cock as deep as me, can he? Gavin just moaned and fucked me harder, the slapping sounds echoing through the bedroom. I didn’t let on to Gavin that Tim was watching. I didn’t want him to stop fucking me. It was pure ecstasy feeling Gavin’s cock pounding me, and knowing that Tim was just outside the door watching his husband fuck his boss, I was in heaven.
I could see Tim's silhouette frozen in the doorway. His hand was clearly moving; he was jerking off to the scene in front of him. The poor thing was probably torn between running away and staying to watch. I decided to give him a real show.
"Your cock feels so much better than my wife's toys," I groaned loudly, making sure my voice carried. "I bet Tim doesn't make you feel this good, does he?"
Gavin's rhythm faltered for a moment, guilt flickering across his face, but his hips kept moving. He was too far gone to stop now.
"Answer me," I demanded, clenching my ass around his shaft. "Does your husband take you like this?"
"No," Gavin admitted breathlessly, his voice barely above a whisper. "He doesn't."
"Louder," I commanded, knowing Tim needed to hear this. "Tell me how much better my ass feels."
"Fuck, your ass feels amazing. It’s like it was made for my cock”.
I couldn’t see anyone at the door anymore. Tim had gone back to bed. It was going to be interesting at breakfast tomorrow morning.
"That's right," I moaned, pushing back against each brutal thrust. "I want you to remember this every time you fuck him."
When Gavin finally came inside me, his entire body shuddered. I felt his hot cum filling me up as he collapsed onto my back, panting heavily. I'd already cum twice myself, making a mess of the expensive sheets beneath us.
"Jesus Christ," he whispered, his voice hoarse. "That was... fuck."
I turned to face him, enjoying the conflicted expression on his face—the mix of satisfaction and dawning horror at what he'd done.
"Don't look so guilty," I said, tracing a finger down his sweaty chest. "What happens in this room stays in this room."
"Tim..." he started, but I silenced him with a kiss.
"Is fast asleep and none the wiser," I lied smoothly.
The next morning, poor Tim was hungover. I gave him some Panadol to take away the pain. He didn’t say anything about seeing his husband and me having sex last night. Maybe he didn’t remember, or maybe he thought it was a dream. He was so cute, so innocent. I knew it wouldn’t be long before I would be fucking him as well.
Chapter 4 Coming soon…..
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