Pete's Story

6PM on a Friday night and the M25 was bumper to bumper. It had been for the last forty five minutes. What made it even more frustrating was that Pete could see the sign for his exit in the distance: M11 North/Harlow/London East. He should have been home an hour ago but thanks to a hold up on the M1 and then the inevitable car park on the dear old M25 he was running well behind schedule. He’d left the unit in Telford in plenty of time to get home so that he wouldn’t have to rush to his event tonight so he wasn’t panicking – yet. The sponsorship deal at the new and very “now” gay bar in Soho was a coup for Pete, and Andy his boss, was over the moon that he had pulled it off ahead of some serious competition. He had clinched the deal when the Bar manager, a good looking dark haired, olive skinned sexy son of a bitch, had said he would swing the deal Petes way if he could have his arse for a night. Pete smiled as he remembered the day the manager, Mike, made him the offer.

‘It’s a sort of “you scratch my back whilst I fuck your arse sort of offer” Pete. What do you say? You know you want to, and I promise, you will not be disappointed.’

The two sat looking at each other from either side of the bar, the predator and his prey – but who exactly was who? Pete broke the silence,

‘Just a night?’

Mike couldn’t help but laugh. He had liked Pete the first time he had met him to discuss the sponsorship deal, and whilst his company was small, the professional and enthusiastic manner he brought to each meeting was both impressive and infectious. There was also something about him that at first Mike found interesting, then as he spent more time with him, intriguing. Pete wasn’t what he would call stunningly good looking, but he was handsome. He obviously worked out and took care of himself, but not so much that he was obsessive about it. His eyes were the most striking thing about him. Piercing blue eyes that looked right into you; no darting to the side, no embarrassed looking away to hide an untruth. These eyes held you firm, dared you to look elsewhere. Mike found himself wanting to look at Petes eyes and not really knowing why. And then there was this great personality. Self deprecating with a confidence in his product and the company he represented. Yet Mike felt there was more to the man in front of him than a ready smile, charming manner, blue eyes and one hell of an arse, something that not many people, if any got to see. As they spent more time together both face to face and via the phone, there were times when Mike felt, sometimes even saw a wall go up behind those beautiful blue eyes, and when that happened he could tell that Pete was struggling with something internal, something he was afraid of perhaps? He didn’t really know what prompted him to proposition Pete that afternoon. They had had a really good meeting and the deal was a toss up between Petes company and a bigger much more experienced one with a better known brand. Mike wanted Petes pitch to win, he thought it fitted better with the new bar and that Pete understood their clientele better than the monolith the bars owner was leaning towards. The offer to swing the job Petes way for a fuck was more of a playful flirt than anything serious, but as soon as he said it, he knew he meant it, and so did Pete.

‘You know, you don’t need to bribe me to get me into your bed’ Pete smiled at Mike. ‘A cup of tea and a Kit Kat would have done it.’

There it was again. Pete using humour to put the wall up. Keep people at arms length. This far but no further! Ok if that’s how he wants to play it thought Mike I’ll go along with it. I like this guy and I want to get to know him. If it has to be on his terms so be it. So Pete got the contract he would have got anyway, along with promise of the fuck of a lifetime the night of the sponsorship launch.

The car park finally got moving and Pete was home by seven. He drove into the underground car park checking to make sure that the automatic security gates closed behind him. Parking in his numbered bay, he couldn’t help but acknowledge that his friend Liz was right, his VR6 did look a little out of place amongst the mid sized BMW and Mercedes saloons favoured by the majority of residents in the new apartment block. But then he was about ten years younger than most of them, and being single made him stand out like a sore thumb as well. Also, he didn’t work in the city or at one of the office towers in the “new” Docklands area. He actually didn’t particularly like living in London, but the nature of the business he was in and the demands of his job dictated that this was where he needed to be, and Andy paid him a damn good salary with an excellent expense account to ensure he could afford a comfortable existence in the most expensive city in the world. He worked hard and when the opportunity arose, played hard. Professionally he was generous, charming, affable. Everybody liked Pete! Socially, especially on the scene, he was cool, distant, predatory. No one got close emotionally. Sexually, he was up for almost anything. Nothing embarrassed him. He always knew what kind of sex he wanted at any given time, and he knew where to go to get it. He was always safe, having built up a network of like minded fuck-buddies over the years. Men, who like him, enjoyed sex for what it was – a physical experience, a good time on a Saturday night. As the man once said – ‘if sex ain’t messy you ain’t doing it right!’ Emotion had no place in sex.

He took the lift to his apartment. The building was twenty two floors high, between two and four apartments on each floor. Pete lived on the top floor in a two bed, not quite penthouse suite. Not quite because it had a very small roof/deck area just big enough for a bbq, two reasonably sized plant tubs and a six seater sofa, two sun loungers and a coffee table. The lounge/kitchen-diner opened onto the deck area, and whilst both bedrooms were en-suite the smaller of the two contained only the bare minimum to qualify as such. The master bedroom was well appointed with its en-suite boasting not only a walk-in shower but a jacuzzi/bath as well. Pete loved his home. He liked that no one could see into it, that he felt like he was on top of the world. Five years earlier his Nan had died leaving every thing she owned to him. The family was furious given that she had two sons and ten grandchildren, Pete included. The icing on the cake was her reason for leaving her not insubstantial estate to Pete. They had always been close, and when he had told her he was gay, she had laughed saying, ‘Oh I know love, I’ve always known. So did your Gramps. He used to say that you weren’t one for the girls. Doesn’t matter pet. You’re still my little blue eyed lad and I’ll always love you. Now come here and give your old Nan a hug.’ He saw her as often as he could, right up to the end. He grieved as he had never done before at her passing. Now he really had no one, what would he do? Well, it turned out that Nan knew more than she was letting on. Her will pointed out that of both her sons, daughters in law and ten grandchildren, only one of them had only ever asked her for anything but love. All but one had taken as much material gain from her and Gramps as they could get away with over the years, and the canny old so and so had been keeping a running total for each and every one of them. Pete was stunned at the figures involved, especially when it came to his uncle Brian. Nan was particularly scathing about him and his wife Hilda. Then she got to Pete. He felt fourteen pairs of eyes boring into him, and he couldn’t help but smile. Nan told her family that the only one she loved and cared for by the end of her long life was Pete. She told him that she knew about his life and she still loved him, and he wasn’t to give up on love, one day it would find him. Pete was the only person in the room who knew what she meant. Tears slowly ran down his face. When the solicitor announced that Pete was the sole beneficiary pandemonium broke loose with everyone shouting at once and threats being made by all and sundry. Pete stood quietly in the corner crying, thanking his Nan for setting him free from the family she had known he hated. He would never know how she knew, it was a comfort to know that she did, and that she still loved him. His inheritance had allowed him to buy his apartment and he always referred to it as Nan’s Flat.

He would eat at the bar, so all he had to do in the next couple of hours was shower, decide what to wear, book a cab and clean himself out to ensure no accidents later. Pete was very, very fastidious about that, having once and once only had a minor accident during a particularly passionate episode with a young and very athletic docker he had picked up in an East End pub some years ago. The incident had eventually lapsed into hilarity and the sex had resumed once all had been put to rights, but it served to teach him a valuable lesson – just like a good Boy Scout, always be prepared!

He went straight to the hifi, chose some pop dance cds and pressed random. The apartment was filled with heavy base and Pete felt his spirits rise as he began to anticipate the night ahead. He headed for the bathroom and turned on the shower. Moving into his bedroom he kicked off his shoes and quickly removed his clothes. As he turned towards the bathroom he caught sight of himself in the mirrors that covered one of the bedroom walls. He took a minute to check himself out. 6ft, blonde, trim waist, fairly flat stomach, still got his bubble butt, nice tits and arms. A fine line of fair hair ran down his stomach to his trimmed bush, from where his uncut cock hung heavy over his shaved balls. He absentmindedly stroked his knob, thinking of Mike and the night ahead. Why did the guy excite him? He didn’t normally get worked up over a shag? He realised his cock was thickening. Oh no you don’t, he thought. He stood back, looked at himself again – ‘Well I’d fuck you!’

Laughing to himself he went to shower.

Showered and shaved he now had to decide what to wear. First things first. Underwear or cock-ring? Cock-ring with jock strap? He decided to play safe and wear underwear. Sexy Hom briefs that just about held everything in when soft and as he knew from experience looked awesome when he got hard. Washed out Levi’s that hugged his arse so tight they left little to the imagination. A plain white t-shirt completed the look. He’d booked a taxi for eight and it arrived bang on time. One of the perks he appreciated most working for Andy was his expense account that allowed him the flexibility and safety to get to gigs like tonight without using his car or public transport. By the time he got to the bar, his team had got everything set up and the place looked great. Jack, Pam and Sue, his Sales and Marketing team had been working all afternoon placing posters, fliers, free-bees, balloons, streamers, banners and various other bits of promotional material around the bar and were now working with the bar staff to introduce the new vodka based fashion drink to the punters. As soon as he walked in Pete could see things were going well; about every other customer in the place had a bottle of his new product in their hand and there were several empty one waiting to be cleared from tables and bars already. He made his way to the main bar and from there to the office where he found Mike talking to one of his barmen about making more space for Petes product in the chillers as it was selling better than expected.

‘Hey Pete, it’s selling really well man- they love it.’ Mike paused as he took a minute to purposefully look Pete up and down.

The two held each other’s eyes for a brief moment before Mikes face broke into the biggest grin and Pete felt himself blush – Fuck, he thought, I’m blushing. Why the fuck am I blushing? Get a fucking grip.

‘So, it, it’s, ah, it’s ,ah going ok then?’ He managed to stammer.

‘Yeah, it’s, ah, going, ah, ok.’ Mike mimicked in reply still with a big smile on his face, well aware of the effect he was having on the usually so in control Sales Director. ‘Come on Pete, I’ll buy you a drink to celebrate.’ Putting his arm round Petes waist he guided him from the office to the bar and ordered two of the featured drinks, handing one to Pete he raised the other, ‘A toast, to a successful evening,’ then without warning he leaned forward and gently kissed Pete on the lips. When he stood back he was still smiling but now it was warmer, more intimate. ‘That was to say thanks for all your hard work for tonight. I really appreciate it Pete.’

‘N, no problem. It’s been a pleasure. I think I deserve at least two kisses though don’t you? I mean I have worked really, really hard.’

‘Cheeky git.’ Chuckling quietly, Mike repeated his earlier kiss, but being ready for it this time, Petes hand came up to Mikes cheek and held him for moments longer as he gently ran his tongue over the full lips of the bar manager.

‘So what time do you get to finish tonight? Do we have to stay till the bar closes?’

‘Are you always this subtle?’

‘Depends on the circumstances.’

‘Should be able to get away by about midnight, 1am latest. That ok for you?’

‘I’ll just have to be patient.’

The two made small talk and flirted for with each other for a while, taking time to get to know each other a little having only dealt with issues surrounding work on the previous occasions they had met. They discovered that they had similar tastes in music, food and films, and a similar outlook on life when it came to social issues, although how they got onto that subject neither could remember. Both found it so easy to talk to the other, as though they’d known each other for years. Pete was also very aware that he found Mike very attractive and that he was very excited at the prospect of sex with him later. He was of course unaware that Mike was finding it difficult to keep his hands off him and was wondering to himself why it was he found the young sales director so fucking hot? He saw over Petes shoulder that Jack was obviously trying to attract Petes attention. He was clearly reluctant to interrupt his boss, so Mike decided it was probably time the two of them got back to work. ‘I think you’re needed,’ he gestured towards Jack and Pete looked round and nodded at his employee. He excused himself and forced himself to concentrate on his job. ‘Come along now Peter,’ he told himself, ‘business before pleasure.’

For the next four hours or so, Pete and his three colleagues worked their backsides off to ensure that everyone who came into the bar that night knew about the product they were promoting. They had a great time working the crowd, interacting with people having a good night out, flirting, dancing, laughing and joking. Pete and Mike found time to snatch an occasional private kiss here and there throughout the evening, but as the night wore on and both men were working hard they became less frequent. Petes team mates certainly earned their pay and by the time they started to pack their stuff away just after midnight, Mike was over the moon at the quantity of their product he had sold, with the nights takings far exceeding anything the bar had previously achieved. Pete thanked his three tired accomplices, made sure they had enough cash for a cab back to their hotel along with some more for a few drinks to chill with when they got there. They arranged to meet at the unit at Telford on Tuesday morning for a debrief and then said their good nights. As Pete stood on the pavement watching the cab pull away, he felt two arms circle his waist and a mouth kiss his neck. He could tell from the cologne it was Mike, so he allowed himself to relax into him, enjoying the feelings he got being in the other mans arms. Mike brought his hand up to Petes face and gently turned his head towards him until he could reach his mouth with his warm lips. As the two kissed, Pete turned around, put one arm around Mikes neck the other on the back of his head and as he sucked Mikes tongue into his mouth he gently bit down on it eliciting a deep moan from the bar manager who automatically moved his hand down to Petes arse and pulled him into him as he ground their denim encased erections against each other. After a few minutes, both hormone driven men remembered that they were standing on a pavement, at one o’clock in the morning, in the middle of Soho.

‘Come on,’ said Mike, ‘let’s get back inside before someone decides to beat up a couple of horny poofs.’ Laughing, the two returned to the bar. ‘Give me a five minutes to check Greg’s ok to close up, and then we can get away.’ Greg was Mikes assistant manager, who was more than capable of shutting the bar down for the night, but Mike was an excellent boss who took no one and nothing for granted. His staff loved him and enjoyed working with him. Pete watched as Mike took the time to thank everyone individually for their hard work and to ensure they were all getting home safe. He was impressed with the care he showed towards his staff, and enjoyed the smiles he received, every time their eyes made contact.

It was just after 1am when the two of them left the bar. Mike lived in an apartment in Soho, less than ten minutes away. He explained to Pete that it came with the job and was one of the reasons he had accepted the position when his boss had offered it to him. He wasn’t ready to settle down yet, and living and working in the middle of London at thirty years of age was too good an opportunity to miss. So he was giving it a couple of years and would see what life had to offer him then. For now, he had no rent to pay, just a few bills, so most of his monthly salary was being banked and saved, and he was having a great time. ‘And contrary to popular opinion, I don’t shag every good looking man that comes into the bar. I am actually very particular about whose arse I plunder. In fact you’re the first guy I’ve ever brought back to the flat, and the first one I’ve hooked up with in over a year.’

‘Really? I’m honoured and a little surprised. I mean you didn’t exactly fall out of the ugly tree did you?’

‘No I guess not, but I split up with someone just over a year ago and, well it’s a long story, and you’re the first person I’ve met who I’ve wanted to get get to know and get physical with since then. Basically Pete,’ he pulled him into his arms, ‘you made my dick very, very hard for the first time in twelve months and I couldn’t really ignore that now could I?’ He kissed Pete with an passion he hadn’t felt for a long time, pushing his tongue into his lover’s mouth and moaning as Pete pushed back with his. Their tongues fought with each other as their hands explored each other’s backs. Mike pulled his mouth from Petes, ‘ Come on, nearly home. Let’s take this somewhere more comfortable before we get arrested.’ Both men laughed as they ran the last hundred yards to the apartment.

Mikes flat was above a coffee shop, so once the door was opened Pete followed him upstairs and was led straight into the bedroom, where wasting no more time, Mike quickly removed his clothes, down to his Calvins and lay on the bed smiling up at Pete. The younger man took a few minutes to look at the athletic man waiting for him. Mike was a little taller than Pete and carried more muscle. His torso was almost hairless apart from a treasure trail from his abdomen to the top of his briefs. His nipples were large and Pete could see they were already hardening, ready for a workout. The long muscular legs were covered in black hair, and the package straining at the material struggling to hold everything in the tighty-wightys made his mouth water at the prospect of chewing down on it. Pete knew he was going to enjoy this night of sex, but something was nagging at the back of his mind. Usually by now, he would be on his back taking what ever pleasure he wanted, tonight he wanted to be the one giving pleasure, and that wasn’t a feeling he was entirely comfortable with.

‘Like what you see, or having second thoughts?’

‘No, no. You’ll do – just taking in the view.’ Pete started to remove his shirt, then stopped. He smiled at Mike, ‘why don’t you put some music on.’

Mike reached across to the music system by the bed and moments later chill out dance rhythms pulsed through the room. Pete closed his eyes and took time to get into the beat, then he slowly danced and stripped for Mike, teasing him as he did so. When he was down to his briefs he climbed onto the foot of the bed and starting with Mike’s feet, ever so slowly kissed, licked and nipped his way up those long olive coloured legs. When he got to the briefs, he stopped, lifted himself up and gently kissed Mike’s eyes , then his nose, then his lips, gently licking them as he did so. From there he moved to the left ear, gently nibbling it before more forcefully biting and sucking the lobe. Mike was starting to moan loudly and his body was snaking around on the bed in response to the erotic treatment he was receiving. Pete moved to the other ear, repeating what he had done to the first one, then without warning he kissed Mike hard, forcing his tongue into his mouth, exploring and lashing his teeth and tongue. Before Mike was able to fully respond, Pete’s mouth was no longer there, it had moved onto Mike’s neck where it continued its exploration as it nibbled and licked and sucked down to his chest. It then focussed on his nipples, bitting and tugging. Fingers came to into play, rolling the hardened nubs between finger and thumb, squeezing so hard that when released the pain was almost unbearable until a soft warm mouth gently sucked and teased the tortured nipple. They became so sensitive that all Pete had to do was blow on them and Mike’s whole body shuddered. Letting his fingers slowly move down Mike’s torso, Pete’s mouth followed, again, licking, biting, sucking, until, at last he got to the waistband of Mike’s briefs. He slowly ran his hand over the length of Mike’s cock noticing the spreading damp patch on his briefs at its tip where pre-cum was leaking out. Hooking his thumbs into the waistband, Pete lifted it away from Mike’s stomach and pulled the briefs down, wedging them under his ball sac. He ran his tongue up, and down the thick stalk, stopping at the top each time he reached the point where Mike’s half retracted foreskin was attached to his glistening purple glans. A teardrop of pre-cum balanced on the tip; Pete reached for it with the end of his tongue, only just making contact with Mike’s cock as he tasted his new lovers nectar for the first time. For Mike, it felt like electric shooting through his body, he grabbed Pete’s head and tried to force him to take his rock hard eight inches into his mouth. Pete shook Mike’s hands off, ‘Oh no you don’t, ‘ he laughed, ‘not yet anyway. I’m having fun down here.’ He looked up at Mike as he took the tip of his foreskin in his teeth and pulled it forward over the end of his cock. He then pushed his tongue between foreskin and glans licking around as his hand took a firm but gentle grip around the thick stem he was enjoying so much. Mike cried out in pleasure and lifted his hips off the bed. Pete reacted quickly, using the opportunity to push Mike’s Calvins down to his knees, from where Mike managed to get them off the rest of the way himself. Still sucking on his mans foreskin, Pete started to stroke Mike’s balls and perineum. As Mike started to react to this hyper sensitive area being stimulated, Pete quietly took a deep breath and in one smooth motion pulled back his foreskin and enveloped almost all of Mike’s cock in his hot, moist mouth. ‘Oh fuck. Oh god. Oh fuck…………’ Mike was in seventh heaven. Pete proceeded to give him the best blow job he had ever had. He brought him to the edge of orgasm four times before finally allowing him to blow his very substantial load. As he felt himself approaching the point of no return for the fifth time, Mike was quite literally slapping his fists onto the mattress on either side of him. His head was whipping from side to side and when Pete’s finger pushed up into his butt hole he knew that this time he was being allowed to cum. Pete felt the big cock in his mouth get even harder and the balls in his hand seemed to squeeze up, towards his studs body, then the end of the love stick he was sucking so hard got suddenly bigger, Mike’s body went rigid, ‘Fuuuuuuuucccckkkkk, oh god ffffuuuuccckkk.’ Yelled Mike as the end of his cock flooded Pete’s mouth with sweet man juice. Rope after rope of Mike’s milk pumped into Pete who struggled to swallow it all. He loved the taste of good, healthy spunk, heaven knew he’d tried enough of it in his short life.