The story begins at work.
I used to work in a warehouse, a typical picking and packing type job, nothing special or interesting, the money was good and the people friendly. All with one exception. Darren. Darren seemed to go out of his way not to talk to me. I often found him having friendly conversations with my work colleges. Casually chatting about football, the latest Netflix series or drinks down the pub. With me however, I never got anything more than a perfunctory response. I tried engaging with him on a person level many times, but was always met with a monosyllabic grunt, a terse nod or even a blatant dismissal. I always got the sense he really didn't like me, or that I made him uncomfortable. I often wondered if it was because i was openly gay and maybe he held some homophobic beliefs. Usually this wouldn't have bothered me, you can't get on with everyone right? Problem was, he was absolutely gorgeous and I was incredibly attracted to him. He was 5 foot 8, slender and rugged. His hair was brown and always immaculately styled with product. He had a trimmed beard sat upon a jaw line you could cut glass with. I was obsessed with his eyes, a starting vibrant blue, made even more captivating when contrasted with the rest of his dark features. He walked with that cocky swagger that only straight men who know they are stunning can pull off. This is not even mentioning his best feature, his bulge. We weren't required to wear a uniform, so most people opted to wear jeans or joggers. Thankfully, Darren wore joggers and I praised the gay gods every day he did. I often wondered if he wore boxers, because his cock was always so prominent, straining against his joggers, the silhouette big and tempting. It used to swing as he walked and I was captivated by the movement. Although I desperately tried not too, I couldn't help but stare at it. Darren would walk into a room; I'd check out his gorgeous face before my eyes inevitably scrolled down to his bulge. I was not subtle at all and I have no doubt he caught me looking more than once. I often wondered if that's why he was so uncomfortable around me, he probably knew i found him attractive. It would explain the discomfort i sensed. Alas, I was content with looking whilst simultaneously trying not to make him feel objectified.
One Monday, there was talk around the office about a house party, hosted by Darren and his wife for this coming Saturday. From what I gathered, most the office had been Invited and the floor was abuzz with excitement. I'll admit, I felt jealous. Pretty much the entire office had been invited, everyone except me. I couldn't tell if i was more bothered by being personally excluded by Darren, or the regular workplace related fear of missing out. I felt an irrational pang of jealously, i didn't know he had a wife, the new information ironclad proof of his straightness and forever inaccessibility. However, knowing our dubious relationship status, half of me was glad i wasn’t invited. It would have been awkward surely? What would i say to him? What would i say to his wife? Hey I'm the guy at work your husband hates because I'm attracted to him and hopelessly inept at hiding it. I was content knowing that I wouldn't be getting an invite and carried on with my week as normal. Come Wednesday however, to my surprise, Darren cornered me in the break room at lunch. He asked if I had heard about the house party and asked if I wanted to come? I was stunned, this was probably the most words he had ever spoken to me, outside off general work minutiae. I remember him being close, his sky-blue eyes focused on mine. I realized, I don't think he had ever looked me fully in the eyes before. The look sent pleasant warm to my groin and butterflies dancing in my stomach. Feeling flustered and surprised, I blurted out a tentative "yes, I'll hopefully be able to come". Darren gave me a slight smile and a nod before telling me "I'll see you there" and walking away. Again, I was in two minds about going. Yes I'd been invited, but I despise awkward situations, and our relationship was still far from ideal. It was finally my colleagues, using ample peer pressure and the promise of free food and drink, who convinced me to attend.
Roll on Saturday and I rocked up to Darren's house with a few of my colleagues. We were greeted at the door by Darren's wife Linda, who to my dismay, was gorgeous and genuinely lovely. She was the perfect host, offering drinks and snacks, mingling with the quests and putting us all at ease. I felt my jealously rising again, along with my annoyance at Darren. I saw him mingling all night with my colleagues, beer in hand and a cheeky smile on his face. But other than a brief greeting upon my arrival, he hadn't made a single effort to talk to me. Why invite me if he we were just going to repeat the same dance we did at work? Determined to have a good night regardless, I drank, ate and had a laugh with my colleagues. Up to the point I needed to find the bathroom.
I should clarify, the house party was mainly confined to the downstairs areas and the extensive garden. The stairs to the first floor were cordoned off with a child gate, and we were forbidden from going upstairs. Apparently, their dog was nervous around lots of people and was being kept upstairs in the spare bedroom. They had a downstairs bathroom for the quests to use. By this point in the night, the queue for the toilets was three people long. Whomever was occupying the toilet had apparently imbibed a little too much liquor and was getting acquainted with the consequences of their actions. I was resigned to wait, when Darren swaggers up to me, takes one look at me and one look at the queue, before speaking his first sentence of the night. He said I could use the upstairs bathroom if I wanted, if I was quite and didn't disturb the dog. Looking back at the queue and checking my own bladder situation, I agreed. I followed him through the child gate, up the stairs and into his and his wives' bedroom, where they had an En Suite bathroom.
Thanking Darren, i entered the bathroom, closed the door behind me. I quickly relieved myself, adjusted my hair and clothes and made to exit. I locked eyes with Darren's beautiful blues, noticing a cheeky smile plastered on his face. I did my usual scroll down to his bulge, my gaze freezing and the breath catching in my chest. Darren was naked from the waist down, cock rock hard and blessedly free from his trousers. I could do nothing but stare, his cock was everything I had Imagined. It wasn't massive, about 6.5 inches. But it was thick, girthy and veiny, with a trimmed bush and a pair of heavy looking balls. I have a real weakness for men with big, heavy balls. I had imagined what it looked like for so long, his cock was beautiful and I was mesmerized, I would have stared forever, but Darren apparently wasn't content with that. "Are you going to just look, or do you want to suck it?" Never taking my eyes of his dick, I walked forward and lowered to my knees, mouth open and willing. He moved forward and slowly pressed his cock against my lips. Not really believing what was happening, I stuck out my tongue and licked in a full circle around his head, tasting his musky sweat. He let out a long "Fuuuuck! I knew you wanted my cock, I've seen you looking." And I did want it. I eagerly grasped his thick length with my hand and plunged it into my mouth, taking it as deep as I could. Darren put a gentle hand in the back of my head, slowly thrusting in and out as I worked his shaft with my hands. I looked up at his face and met his crystal blue gaze, looking excitedly down at me. He Whisper a breathy "good boy" and I felt a renewal jolt of pleasure shoot straight though my groin, hardening my cock so much it was painful. I desperately wanted to unleash it and touch myself, but i wanted to please Darren more. I wanted to hear his moans and feel his cock pulsating in my mouth. His groans of pleasure spurning me on, I kissed down the length of his cock, slowly making my way towards the base. Using my split as lube, I massaged his head with my fingers while I licked circles around his balls. I cupped them with my hands, the hefty weight turning me on as I fondled them. Not being able to resist anymore, I finally took his left testicle into my mouth. He must have really enjoyed that, he let out another long "fuuuuuuck" and rocked his head back with pleasure. I continued this cycle for a long while, more than happy to listen to his groans of pleasure until he shot his delicious load in my mouth. But Darren had different plans. He abruptly grabbed my shoulders and lifted me to a standing position. Face to face for the first time, he pulled me close into a rough kiss, arms wrapped around my body. I was pleasantly shocked and instantly gave myself over to him. I love kissing and I had fantasies about kissing him for so long. I thought maybe he was after a quick, meaningless blowjob and I was more than happy to oblige. But I liked this so much more. I wrapped my arms around his ass and pulled him close, feeling his free cock rub against my caged one. The friction and the kissing had me breathless and moaning in his embrace. After a few minutes of sensual kissing and groping, Darren roughly pushed me onto the bed. He pawed at my jean bottoms, rippling them and my boxers off in seconds. I precum a lot when horny, so by this point, my boxers and cock were covered with precum. I was so hard and happy to finally have my cock released from its restraints. Darren gave me a look of almost feverish lust, like he'd never seen another man's cock before. He grabbed my cock by the base and lowered his lips to my tip, slowly licking the precum from around my head. He took my entire length into his mouth and began to gently, almost lovingly suck up and down. He moved so excruciating slowly, savouring every inch of my wet, cum covered cock. I was groaning in pleasure, so much so he raised one hand and clamped it over my mouth. Darren raised his face and pierced me with his gaze, whispering a quick "shut up", before getting back to tenderly worshipping my cock. Before long, he had me close to i tensed my entire body, thinking desperately of anything unsexy to stop myself blowing my load. He must have noticed my tense body and pulsating cock, because he abruptly stopped. Darren lifted my legs into the air, slowly exposing my hole to him, whilst shifting his weight forward, bringing his cock closer. I had a moment of panic and almost asked him to stop. Although I was shower clean in preparation for the party, I hadn't prepared for this. In fact, bottoming for the gorgeous, married guy who I was pretty sure, hated me, was the last thing I had planned for
But as he moved closer and pressed his precum slick head against my hole, I knew I was going to let him fuck me, consequences be damned. I wasn't missing this maybe once in a lifetime opportunity, I just had to hope I got lucky, and this was one of those times I would be miraculously clean. Reciting a quick mental prayer to the Gay gods for a clean hole, i relaxed and exposed my willing hole to him. Darren reached over to a bedside table, opening a drawer and producing a bottle of lube. Eyes locked on mine, he coated his dick with a layer of lube, jacking himself, all while wearing that adorable smirk. Setting the bottle aside, he grabbed my cock with one hand and gently pressed his cock into my hole. I remember gasping and rocking my head back with pleasure as a felt ever inch fill me up, his impressive girth stretching me open. As he fully entered me, his heavy balls slamming against my ass, Darren let out a fantastic groan. It was guttural and manly, filled with satisfaction, like this was the best feeling he ever felt. Realizing I was whimpering in extasy, he lowered himself and kissed me hard, stealing the breath from my mouth.
I loved the feeling, never Imagining the guy I had been lusting over for months was balls deep inside me. Darren slowly started to move out and in off my as, fully pulling out before thrusting all the way back in, forcing me to experience every inch again and again. His thrusts were slow and steady, almost like he was afraid to make too much noise. The whole experience had me moaning, I knew we had to be quite, but I just couldn't stop myself, his cock felt so good inside. He once again clamped a hand over my mouth and told me "to be quite." But I noticed his grunts of satisfaction were getting steadily louder as well. Better yet, I can't describe what he was doing to my cock. He was gently stroking it with his lube covered hand, up and down, with the same gentle care as the blowjob. He looked fascinated by it, he couldn't keep his eyes away and delighted in stroking every inch. On more than one occasion, I had to grab his hand, begging him to stop. He was getting me so close, and I didn't want to cum yet. He would oblige only for a minute or two, but always come back to my cock. I felt like he couldn't help himself from touching me. By this point, despite his gentle reprimands, I was moaning in earnest now. I'd fully relaxed and has sliding in and out, faster and faster.
Darren suddenly withdrew his thick cock, flipped me over onto my belly, before ramming his cock back in balls deep. He put his full weight on me, trapping my body beneath his. One arm around my next and the other firmly clamped over my mouth, he used his legs to pry mine wider. I love when a guy completely owns me and at this point, I couldn't move, even if I wanted too. But I definitely did not. Darren seemed to finally lose his restraint, thrusting faster and harder, his thighs slapping against mine, his balls slapping against my ass. Despite the neck lock and hand clamp, my moan was upgraded to an full on, continuous wail of pleasure. I had to pray the sounds of music and ambient chatter would cover our frenzied fucking. Darren no longer seemed to care either, his grunts of passion matching my intensity. My cock was pressed between my belly and the bed, so every trust from Darren causing exquisite friction to run from my head to my balls and I knew I couldn't take this for long. Although I desperately wanted the fuck to last forever, I could feel the pleasure buying in my prostate and balls. I let out one last, loud and unashamed moan before shooting my load, feeling the sticky warmth between my belly and the bedsheets. Seeming to realize what happened, Darren redoubled his efforts, smashing into my ass harder and faster, his groans in my ear getting louder. A few more hard thrusts and Darren also came, thrusting so deep and letting out a bestial moan of pure pleasure. I swear I could almost feel his warm load shoot inside me. He flopped on top of me, sweaty and exhausted, breathing hard and sighing contentedly, head nuzzled between my shoulder blades. He rolled us over onto our sides, spooning me with his cock still nestled inside me. I was happy to lay there, body satisfied and mind floating on cloud, but unfortunately reality called and we had been gone for far too long. After giving me a final squeeze, Darren pulled his cock from my ass and got up. I felt the absence of his cock and missed it immediately. I felt so full and complete, laying with him inside me. I watched him as he walked to the bathroom, ogling his sculpted ass. He returner seconds later with a towel and offered it to me, glancing at the sticky mess I had left on the bedsheets. I gave a sheepish grimace and offered an apology. He waved it off with a hand and said "Don't worry, just clean yourself up and ill sort out the rest." I towelled myself down, cleaning up the cum from my stomach and the lube from around my hole. Luckily, everything seemed to be clean, no unwanted excretions. Once again I thanked the gay Gays for having mercy on me. I got dressed and sat on the bed awkwardly, watching Darren towel himself down, wondering what I should do now? Darren told me to sneak downstairs and he would join me when he was done. I nodded and made to move towards the bedroom door. Darren grabbed me by the arm and pulled me into a hug, kissing me deeply as he held me. I responded in kind, taking one last opportunity to touch is fantastic dick. After a minute off passionate kissing, he gently shoved me away, telling me "go, we don't have time for round 2." I reluctantly agreed and left the bedroom, moving quietly down the stairs and ninjaing trough the child gate. I slipped back into the party, grabbed myself a much-needed beverage and carried on as though nothing happened. I witnessed Darren rejoin the party 5 minutes later, also grabbing himself a beer. He was almost immediately found by his wife, who swiftly asked where he had been. I overheard him say he was checking on the dog. She was getting nervous, so he spent some time calming her down. She responded with "oh you are so sweet" before draping her arms around his shoulders and placing a kiss on his lips. I briefly wondered if she would taste my pre-cum or smell it on his breathe. Luckily, she pulled away without reaction, moving to mingle with the other quests. That was the last time I spoke to Darren until later, although I did spend some time talking with his wife. I did feel guilty as I spoke to her. She inquired about my personal life, asked if I was enjoying the party, laughed and joked, all while I could feel the pleasant sore stretch in my ass, Darren's cum dripping from my hole. I'll admit, bad as I felt, I couldn't quite bring myself to regret it. The sex was amazing and I wasn't the one who started it. I engaged with Darren once more as I was leaving. His wife gave me a quick hug, thanked me for coming and told me I was welcome any time. Darren shook my hand, thanked me for coming with a cheeky wink, and pulled me into a manly hug. He quietly whispered into my ear “I've been waiting to do that; it was fucking hot!” before letting me go with one last deep and meaningful look. I left after that, feeling tired and content, satisfied and a little guilty. I’d like to reassure you that mine and Darren's relationship improved after the party. That our secret shameful sex continued, a sneaky kiss at work, a quick blowjob in the toilets, an afterwork romp when his wife had gone out for the evening, or a randy rendezvous at mine. Unfortunately, not. Our relationship continued much as it did before, Darren largely ignoring me and me appreciating him from a distance. It didn't annoy me as much though. Now I knew why. Why the distance, why the discomfort, why he couldn't look at me or touch. It was because he wanted me, but couldn't get to close. Every now and again, we would lock eyes, he would give me a knowing look, his mouth widening into a salacious smile. I’d smile back, mimicking his grin and felling myself getting hard at the memory of that night. I knew it was unlikely anything would happen again. I had my glorious one night stand with my handsome work prince and it was enough. For now.
