The Barbeque
No part of me wanted to attend. I couldn't stand work parties, pretending to like my colleagues was hard enough at work. However, this time it was just a barbecue at Darren's house. I figured since it's close to home if I didn't like it I could just leave if it got too boring. So reluctantly, I went. As he opens the door he loudly says "about time". Darren is 36. A little over 6 feet tall and what I can only describe as typically handsome, pretty average, really, but in his own way, quite hot.
He is the deputy manager of my branch. He's cocky, but in that handsome fun straight guy way that makes him seem hotter rather than arrogant. He's that's straight guy, you know? The kind of confident straight guy that has no issue flirting with a gay guy. To be honest, I've always felt pretty confident that if I made a move, he'd have no problem at all shoving his cock down my throat and then going home to his wife and acting like it never happened. I've obviously never made that move, but it's fun to imagine when I'm jerking off sometimes.
I've never seen him dressed this
Casually, I've only seen him in tight work trousers that hug his arse just right or an expensive pair of jeans on a work's night out. Right now I can't help but admit he looks better than ever.
His arms are completely bare, slightly more muscular than I'd have imagined and glistening with a thin layer of sweat. The vest he's wearing clings to him tightly and is a low enough cut to reveal his chest which is decorated with a fair amount of curly dark hair. I don't know why I've always imagine his chest bare. But this is so much better, the baggy shorts that he's wearing don't do much to hide his large bulge, and judging by the way its moving around id guess hes currently commando. I wish I knew what laid under those shorts.
He's legs aren't as hairy as I thought they'd be, but at least now I have a more accurate mental image for the wank bank.
I'm snapped out of my daze when I realise he's grinning down at me like an arrogant prick. "See something you like there?" He teases, a cocky smile on his face. "Oh yeah, can't take my eyes off ya. Boss man". I quickly retort. Lucky for me, this is our usual level of banter. Although I'm sure he knows that I fancy him. And I'm sure he's cocky enough to love that fact. He leads me through to the back garden and while i walk so close behind him I can't help but breathe in the scent of his manly aftershave mixed with his natural scent. God, I should never have come here without wanking first. I'm clearly hornier than I thought. The thing I love the most about summer? Men. As soon as it gets warm, men are suddenly shirtless everywhere you look, exposing arms, legs, bulges, feet, they don't care how evident there bulges are, they don't care if their sweaty cracks are exposed, most of them don't even know how much they're teasing boys like me. And I fucking love it! This barbecue is gonna give me wank material for weeks, sweaty men's feet, bodies and drunken behaviour. All of these men are my colleagues, and now I'm seeing so much more of them, Lee (My manager) is staggering around shirtless, his extremely hairy body exposed and shorts falling down, I can now name the underwear brand that 7 of my coworkers are wearing, even my boss is lounging back with his big sweaty feet and hairy pits exposed. This bbq is overwhelming already. I'll be staying here longer than I thought, and I'm suddenly okay with it as the though dawns on me, the drunker these guys get, the more hot shit I'll see. Suddenly my boss , Ricky, is motioning me over for a chat, I walk over towards him and it's a real struggle not to stare at his bare feet resting on the table like they own it. I knew his feet were size 11, but fuck, without shoes on they're huge! His soles are visibly damp and sweaty, and the smell is faint in the air, would he notice if I started breathing it in? His sweaty soles are speckled with dirt where he's been walking around barefoot all day, every instinct inside me tells me lean down and inhale deep, to lick suck and kiss these alpha feet, to clean of that toe jam and thank him for it. To worship these godly feet like the good boy I am. Instead, after memorising every detail of his perfect feet, down to the patches of light brown hair that dusts his toes, I manage to look up and hold a conversation for the next 15 minutes. Needing to get away from him, away from the smell that is now growing stronger that eminates from his feet, I pretend I need a drink, on my way back inside the house I slam into a strong, furry wall. That wall is Lee's hairy body. He isn't much taller than me, he's in his early forties and is completely covered in tattoos and piercings, he's one of the people I get on most with at work because we are very similar. I don't, however, have a beautiful, extremely hairy beer belly like his though. I am skinny and practically hairless, which works out well because that's exactly how most of the men that fuck me want me. He's drunk enough to not register that my hand is still glued to his hairy stomach, my fingers weaving through the sweaty, dense tangle of hair that decorates his belly. "Hey Dude! When the fuck did you get here?" He shouts into my ear as he pulls me into a tight hug. God help me, he reeks of booze and sweat. I don't pull away, I could happily stay this way for hours, but he's heavy, and he's barely holding himself up, so I gently push him back against the counter as his tattood hands wander my back. "Like an hour ago Lee, we've spoken 4 times now" we both break out into laughter as he realises I'm right. His shorts are slowly slipping lower the drunker he gets, the button that holds then together popped open a while ago, at this point the shorts are beneath his hips, and they've taken his underwear with them. I can clearly see the the thick tangle of dark, damp public hair, the pale tops of his legs and the slightest bit of pale white flesh beneath his pubes. He grips his shorts and mutters something about a piss. I point at the stairs and remind him where the bathroom is, I have no idea if he'll make it, but if I offer any more help I won't be able to resist his drunken state any longer. I stand in Darren's immaculate kitchen, I need a moment alone to cool down, but at that moment a sound comes from my pocket, a sound I'm far too horny to ignore. I unlock my phone and open grindr, there's a new message from a blank profile. Of course it's a blank profile. It reads, "Hey Alex" Okay, there's selfies on my profile so it's not that creepy, but I hate that this person knows who I am but I don't know who he is. My heart beats a little faster when I see he's only 1 foot away, does that mean he's at this party? Or maybe it's just a glitch in the app? The sound pings again, and I turn around to assess the garden, there's only two people missing. Lee, whose either pissing of passed out on his way to piss, and Darren... I open the message. "Go behind the blue shed when nobodies looking Alex". I read it and shake my head, the audacity, giving me orders... I type back "I don't do anonymous, thanks". That's true, I've never understood anon meets, I want to know who I'm playing with. "Do as you're told, go now. You'll love the treat I'm gonna give you". That one makes me laugh a little, it's clearly someone here, and I know then all, so I'll know who it is when I get there anyway. If I'm lucky it might be one of my fittest colleagues. If not I'll just turn back around, it's what, 20 feet from the party? It's hardly dangerous...
I light a cigarette and make my decision, I casually stroll towards the shed, when I'm sure nobodies watching me I continue around to the back. There is hardly any space, the gap between the shed and fence is small, but I stand there anyway and finish my smoke, palms sweaty and heart beating. Who is this guy? It has to be Darren, who else would know the best spot for a hookup in his garden? And he is missing from the party, but now that I think about it, I didn't see Ricky (My boss) just now either. I type out "I'm here ? Where are you" the reply is fast "2 secs" "Darren?" " Nice try". This is stupid, I'll see who it is in a few moments anyway, so I just roll my eyes. A whistle makes me turn, was that inside the shed? The door is at the front , but he sent me around here, so why would he be inside ? I examine the back of the shed, the blue paint flakey and rotten. That's when I notice it , about 3-4 feet off the ground, there's a small...ish hole in the shed, and as I step closer... A rock hard cock forces it's way through the hole. Damn. My phone pings in my hand "Do what you're good at Alex". My heart thumps heavily in my chest, I don't do this, anon, glory holes, it's not my thing. I'm almost sure it's Darren, but I could be wrong. I want it to be him, so maybe I'm just convincing myself it's him, but I guess this cock could be his...I know everyone here, so either way, it's not a stranger. But what if this is some fucked up prank? I have to work with these people...How can I work everyday not knowing whose cock I've sucked? Why is my treacherous cock so damn hard right now? I'm not into this... am I? My eyes gravitate towards the cock... I can't stop them. It's beautiful, I can see the balls or pubes, the hole only allowed the shaft to pop through. This cock is thick, circumcised and has a large vein travelling down its centre. I don't want to want this, but... I do. I step forward and drop down to my knees, I tell myself its Darren, it has to be, and I've wanted to suck him off for years. So fuck it. I lean in until my nose hovers just above the the shiny pink head and inhale the scent, which instantly makes my own cock harder. Slowly, somewhat reluctantly, I flick my tongue over the tip, the cock flinches slightly, but doesn't retreat. I lean forward and drag my tongue along the underside of the cock, savouring the salty sweet taste. This cock is clean, but it's also clear that this cock has been trapped inside someone's shorts in this 32 degree heat all afternoon. It tastes devine, and I cannot stop myself from licking more enthusiastically. I want more... No longer caring who the hell is in that shed, I open my mouth around the glistening head and start to gently suck. A low moan sounds from the shed as I suck, spurring me on. As I suck I simultaneously flick my tongue over the tip, teasing his piss hole as I suckle on his perfect head. I slide my lips down his tongue until my nose is pressed against the warm wood of the shed, the cock now pressing against my throat. My nose is flooded with a mixture of scents, earthy woody sweaty scents mixed with the intoxicating scent of this thick cock as it forces my throat open more. I my throat expands to accommodate without any complaint. It's not easy to judge the size since it's been forced trough the hole, but I'd guess around 7 inches. I always pictured Darren as bigger, but I'm certainly not complaining. I begin teasing as I move my lips up and down his thick shaft, savouring the taste as I go. After a few more minutes the cock begins to twitch and pulse in my mouth, clearly he's close. Damn, that was faster than I'd expected, but I guess it always is. I pull my mouth away and rub my thumb over the leaking tip, then lean back in to lick at it. The pre cum is sweet, and I can't get enough. As soon as I wrap my lips around him agin, my mouth is flooded with cum, I swallow it all greatfully before he adds more. Fuck, this tastes amazing, I want more... When the fully spent cock begins to soften and slowly withdraws through the hole, I curiously lean forward, needing just a peek to confirm that's Darren. My plan is ruined when something instantly covers the gap from the other side. Disappointed, and slightly ashamed I stand, brush the dirt from my knees, light another cigarette and slowly walk back to the front of the shed. I would stand here and wait to catch Darren coming out, but there's a sticky wetness now filling my boxers that I need to clean up, so I finish my cigarette and head back to the house. Luckily there's nobody in the bathroom, so I'm able to quickly clean my cock off and wipe up my boxers the best I can. As I'm leaving the bathroom, something catches my eye, a small white laundry basket. What is wrong with me? Don't do this... I shouldn't, no, I won't. But... I do, I flip the lid and begin searching for some treasure, bingo! I pull put a pair of black Nike boxer briefs, there arent any obvious stains, but I bring them to my nose and inhale anyway, fuck. My cock is hard again as the scent of musky balls fills my nostrils. I examine them further, and don't feel as guilty as I should when I notice the size on the label, S. Darren's arse would never fit in these... So, they must belong to Alfie, his eighteen year old son. I should probably stop, but damn, the kid smells good. I sniff once more before continuing my search. I pull out a pair of slightly damp, white Calvin Klein boxers, size L. So these are Darren's! Excitement fills me. I'm a little surprised by the state of them, Darren's appearance is always so pristine
He is always clean and fresh and well put together, but these boxers... There's a hole for starters, he strikes me as the kind of man who replaces as soon as there's damage, but that isn't what surprises me. The front of the boxers are decorated with multiple fairly large yellowing stains , inside there are more, as well as other stains that I assume is pre cum as I run my hands over them. There's even faint skid marks... These are gross, and the thought if him wearing them under his perfect worl trousers is driving me insane. With shaky hands I bring them to my face and inhale deeply, the different scents mingling together give me an instant high, like I've smoked the most potent joint in the world.I already crave more, so I sniff deeply again. I feel faint ans woozy, like I'll never come down. I decide to sniff Alfies again, trying to calm myself, but it has the opposite effect, father and sons manly scents mixing together is enough to drive me insane. This is bliss, and I'm not willing to give it up, it's risky, but I need to keep this underwear. I stand, tucking the underwear into my jeans and slowly open the door. When I'm sure the coats is clear I run down the stairs and unzip my backpack, stuffing their underwear right down to the bottom. Heat radiates off me, my heart pounds, but I got away with it.
At that moment, the front door opens, I spin around to see Ricky and Darren both holding bags of ice, I glance down and see Ricky still has bare feet... I swear they're trying to kill me! Wait, Darren? The two of them continue their conversation, complaining about how long they had to wait at checkout just to buy some ice. So, it couldn't have been Darren? Who the hell did I just suck off? Whose cum have I just swallowed? Head spinning slightly, I step back outside, grab a beer and take a large sip. My fingers shake slightly as I light a cigarette. "You alright?" Ricky says, voice full of concern as he plops back down and his feet retake their place on the table. I nod, "Yeah, just drank too much too fast I think, I'll be fine in a sec" Did that sound believable? Everyone here knows I can drink... but he doesn't question further. Darren marches out, hand extended towards the shed, his sweaty armpit inches from my face now, clear droplits cling to the hairs there, it would be so easy to just shove my face into it... He's shouting... focus. "ALFIE! How many fucking times do I need to say it? If you go in the shed, double check the door when you come back out". It takes me a moment to register, Alfie, shed? No? I look up and see the shed door gently swaying in the wind, then my eyes lock onto a deep blue pair, and the eighteen year old whose cock I just worshipped stares back at me with a grin cocky enough to contend with his fathers.
