The All-Nighter

First day on the job, walking up to these massive, art deco style double doors that are supposed to be the gateway to a promising, glowing career, Adryan had nothing but high hopes that he was about to embark on a great new chapter in his young life.

 At 23 years old, he is an averaged height newcomer, with looks that are anything but average: full, gorgeous ginger hair that flows so beautifully it’s deserving of its own shampoo commercial, green eyes with a sparkle that would make diamonds jealous and a smile that reminds one of a rose starting to bloom. For his first day he has chosen to wear an outfit that shows off just how slim he is; a slightly wrinkled, blue button up shirt that hugs his body so well his body fat percentage seems to be non-existent and a pair of dark brown pants that look as if they were sewn on to him. However, one look at him from behind and you quickly realize just where all that extra weight is stored as he fills out those pants beautifully.

With his hand glued to the handle of one of the doors, he closes his eyes, takes a deep breath and turns that handle as far right as it is allowed, cracks the door open a smidge where he immediately hears the chatter of his new workmates. He hears the clanking of fingers to keys, the familiar ring of the office phone and with one final exhale he is ready to open that door and begin making his contribution to corporate America.

One month in, and all the hope and pluckiness that once filled this young optimist to the brim has all but been replaced by stress, fatigue and the occasional desire to shove his head in a pillow and scream his lungs out till his throat is raw. His fellow co-workers are all pessimistic, jaded office workers who only go in for the paycheck and the one “friend” that he has made is anything but.

Mauricio is the perfect example of keep your friends close, and your enemies closer. Slightly taller than Adryan and similar in size, he contrasts him with sharp, raven black hair, bronzed-skin and silky brown eyes. However, where Adryan doesn’t let his diminishing attitude sour his treatment of his fellow co-workers, Mauricio allows his biting sense of humor to come through with no remorse. Embodying the stereotype of the overtly sexual, flamboyant gay man, Adryan is not particularly fond of Mauricio, but seeing as how no one else has made an effort, he has become the default work friend. Or more, work acquaintance. 

But the biggest source of Adryan’s distress comes in the form of his boss, Dimitry. Although not a screaming, tyrannical head, for Adryan, his calm, stern and dominating nature was even more intimidating. Working him to the brink of exhaustion, keeping him to all hours of the night and even gaslighting him for every single little mishap, Adryan constantly felt like he was in over his head. There were never any derogatory terms thrown at Adryan, but Dimitry’s passive aggressiveness never failed to highlight what he thought was due to Adryan’s utter incompetence. Treating him like nothing more than a servant, expected to be at his beck and call and know every single little thought in his head and anticipate every single move without any explanation or teachings beforehand, the thought of quitting was heavily reeling over Adryan’s head. 

Even so, as a young gay man with very little experience in the world of dating and sex outside of a few encounters that didn’t go any further than some unfavorable kissing incidents, along with a loathing and hatred for Dimitry, Adryan couldn’t help but also feel an insanely strong attraction to him. And on the outside it was not hard to see why; Dimitry was utter perfection. Standing at a powering 6’4” with a clean-shaven jaw so square it was as if it were sculpted by Michelangelo himself. And although he didn’t wear tight-fitting clothing, it was hard to conceal the definition of every single muscle that adorned each arm. His hair an autumn brown and perfectly coifed and hazel eyes that in real life, Adryan felt looked at him with disappointment and disgust, but he secretly hoped could look at him with desire and passion. But because of how nasty he was on the inside, Adryan hated him more than he pined for him. That was until the last Friday of his first month at the job, when things took a very surprising turn.

On this particular Friday everything seemed textbook as usual. Adryan walks into the office past all his intentionally oblivious co-workers with his daily coffee and muffin in hand. He makes it to his desk, sets his breakfast down and turns on his computer. Dimitry as always is not in yet. He usually doesn’t come in until 10am whereas Adryan is always expected to be here at 8am sharp and because his in-office communication network can show when he is off and online Dimitry always knows when he’s on time. 

As always, Mauricio comes up to him and begins to regale Adryan with his night excursions and then passively shames him when, for the millionth time, Adryan tells him he just stayed in and watched tv. “You know, you probably wouldn’t be so wound up if you just tried to get some every now and then,” Mauricio advises. “It’s not that I don’t want to, it’s just…I don’t know, I just don’t have the energy after work. This job just sucks the life out of you.” “More reason to find a MAN to do the sucking instead. Seriously, if more people got their rocks off this world wouldn’t have as many problems.” The wise words of Mauricio. 

RING. Saved by the telephone. Adryan eagerly answers it, anything to take attention away from his sex life. Or lack thereof. “Mr. Nolan’s office…No he’s not in yet…I’m not sure but can I take a message…Right…Ok I will let him know.” He hangs up the phone. With a look of familiar annoyance, Mauricio knows exactly what type of call that was. “So what number of the week is this one?” “Lucky number 13.” Adryan replies. “Lucky bastard.” Mauricio says enviously.

“Well, at least we know he has no shortage of sucking.” “I don’t think I really needed to know that bit of info,” says Adryan. “Oh come on! You seriously mean to tell me that you not once have ever thought about him in that way?” “I have not,” Adryan says lyingly. “Sure. I don’t think there’s a single person in this office, male or female, who wouldn’t jump at the chance to climb that mountain. Not like any of them would have a chance, let’s be honest.” Mauricio makes himself chuckle.

“But he’s such dick.” 

“Yeah, but a hot one! Hell, he probably has a hot one too!” Mauricio excitedly exclaims followed by him miming how huge he thinks it is. “I’ve tried so many times to plant those seeds but alas, it seems like my fantasy is plagued by an extreme drought”.

Adryan busies himself with menial tasks. 

“You cannot tell me that it doesn’t get you going when he’s leaning over you to make sure that you’re typing up a document the right way or something like that.”

“Oh sure, making sure I’m not a total screw up is a huge turn on.”

“That’s not what I mean. I mean yeah, he’s totally making sure you don’t suck. But I’m talking, when he leans over you, your head just below his, you can smell that manly scent, feel his breath brush your ear. And when he straightens back up, you’re so close to the crotchal area that even just the slightest move of your arm risks contact.”

And speaking of crotchal, thanks to this sultry scenario and Mauricio’s passion, Adryan starts to feel a little stiffening in his crotchal area. And it doesn’t help that he has in fact had these same thoughts on pretty much a daily basis. His hatred and attraction for his boss at constant odds. Luckily for him though, before he’s fully able to tell the office and Mauricio what direction north is, Dimitry unexpectedly makes an early appearance at the office. 

Walking up with a stern face and not acknowledging anyone, Mauricio abruptly stops the fantasy to do his daily ogle.

 “Good mor-“, Mauricio starts. “Don’t you have some work to do?” Dimitry coldly asks as he passes by the two of them into his office, not even attempting to make eye contact with Mauricio. And with his sexual high ruined, Mauricio makes the walk of shame to his desk.

Adryan tries to take in that for once, Dimitry is on time to work when he suddenly hears from inside, “Come here”. Adryan pleads with himself. As he is about get up, he realizes that, thanks to Mauricio’s story, he hasn’t yet made his soft landing, and with pants so tight, it will leave little to the imagination. But he also knows that if he keeps Dimitry waiting for even a second longer than necessary any hope for a peaceful day will be squandered a lot earlier than usual. So he did what any other man would do in this situation…he grabbed a notepad from his desk and used it as his cover. 

He walks in and stands a healthy distance from Dimitry’s desk.

“Yes Mr. No-.”

“I need to push back my 9 o’clock to 10:30. I need a little more preparation.” He continues without ever glancing up from his computer, “Also we have a very important client coming in today and I need to take him somewhere fancy for lunch so set up a reservation at that one restaurant that I took that guy to that one time. And I need you to cancel my 2 o’clock with the senior partner. If I have to listen to any more stories of his grandkids I think I’m going to shoot myself. Also, my dry cleaning is going to be ready around noon so I need you to go pick it up. But I took it to that new place on Morton so…”

Thanks to Mauricio’s little fantasy earlier, Adryan is having a hard time focusing on anything but his lust for this man that, on the outside he knows he should have nothing but hatred and anger for, but Adryan has a thing for strong and dominant men. Having never actually partaken in the act of love making, a lot of what he knows is based off of Mauricio’s stories and the nightly routine of dirty video watching before bed and he has found that he loves the scenarios of a towering man easily taking a small boy like himself into his arms and making him do what he is told. For Adryan, that’s what he’s always wanted, to submit to a man who knows what he wants and what he’s doing and to take his lead. To be the perfect boy. And as much as it pained him to admit it, Dimitry was the perfect embodiment of that fantasy. “What are you doing, why aren’t you writing any of this down?”

To save himself from embarrassment, Adryan lies, “I, uh, have a great memory. Save it all up here,” as he points to his temple. “I beg to differ,” Dimitry replies coldly. “Do you have anything for me?” “Oh yes, uh, a gentleman called you, said he wanted to talk to you about last night.” “You know what, just go ahead and lose that number. And if he calls again tell him I had to go out of a town for a work thing or something, I really don’t care.”

Adryan nods as he is trying to think of something unappealing so that the stress on his jeans will give way a bit. Seeing the look of airiness on his face, Dimitry stares back in befuddlement.

“Is there anything else?”

Snapped back into reality Adryan quickly remarks, “No, sir.” 

“Then get out of here.”

Adryan walks back to his desk in relief and sits down until he can walk comfortably again and readies himself for the day.

As the afternoon passes by, Adryan returns from picking up Dimitry’s dry cleaning. As he is walking up to his desk he notices that there is someone talking to Dimitry. And it doesn’t look good. Although he cannot hear the full extent of what’s going on, he can tell that this time it is actually Dimitry who is getting yelled at. There are many head nods in agreement coming from him and many angry gestures coming from the other man. Adryan can’t help but take a little glee in what he is witnessing. The man storms out of the office and Adryan just sits quietly as he passes by. Dimitry comes out a few seconds later and one can see that he is trying very hard to choose his words carefully. 

“Did you remember to ask for records to send the Dasoto files over? The files that take at least two weeks to be brought from there to here? The files that are needed by this upcoming Monday for a meeting where all the attendees who’s calendars are booked for the next month could finally agree upon?” Dimitry asks through clenched teeth and a forced calm tone.

“I uh, I did. I did, I swear I did. I emailed them weeks ago,” he starts to go through his emails, sweat beginning to compile on his forehead, his heart racing a thousand beats a minute. “I uh…well that’s not it. Well…It is here I swear.” Dimitry is standing there, his patience running thin. “Ah, here it is. See I…” Adryan pauses in fear. He had written out the email but he had never sent it. It had been sitting in his drafts folder. He sees the anger boiling up in Dimitry. He meekly says with tears fighting their way to his eyes, “I swear I thought I sent it. I’m sor-“

“Don’t…say…anything.” Dimitry does all he can do to not go off. “We need those files ASAP. Thankfully Mr. Cuerava has a good relationship with the records guys but the best they can do is scan all the files and send them over that way so it is up to us to print them out, compile all those pages together and have them ready for Monday. So thanks to your little blunder you and I get to spend our Friday nights stuck here for who knows how long. Hope you didn’t have any plans tonight,” he ends sarcastically. As he walks back into his office he looks back at him and remarks, “So much for that memory.” He walks away and Adryan, after a brief pause, wipes away the few tears that managed to escape him and pulls himself together and readies for a long night.

Since the file load was immense it took forever for records to send over the scans, so as 12 o’clock rolls around and with the whole office gone and just him and Dimitry left, an exhausted Adryan finally finishes his part of this project and is just waiting for Dimitry to finish his so he can go home. 

Adryan is seething with rage. He thought that enduring this type of behavior was just what entry level positions had to do to work their way up, but if this is what he had to stomach for who knows how long in order for him to move up then he’d rather not. He was sick of letting Dimitry treat him this way and no amount of fantasy or lust was going to let him do it anymore. He was finally going to stick up for himself and then do what he should have done a long time ago…quit. But he needed a little pep talk first so he went to the bathroom to summon the courage.

A bit after walking away from his desk, the phone rings. Dimitry waits for him to answer it, but after the first couple of rings he looks and sees that he’s gone and then answers it himself.

“Nolan here…Yes sir, yes, we are finishing up just now and they will be ready for Monday. Yes sir I understand…Oh? Well yes I know how it looked, but we handled it. I know it’s a big case but…I swear, it was just a little blunder sir, it won’t happen again. Yes sir, yes of course. Whatever you say. Thank you.” Dimitry hangs up the phone. He plants his face in his hands, lets out a big sigh and leans back in his chair unaware that Adryan is fast approaching and that their relationship was about to take that surprising turn.

Adryan walks into his office and starts his rehearsed speech barely making eye contact with Dimitry, although Dimitry is focused on him the whole time.

“Mr. Nolan. First off, I really do want to apologize for my mistake. I take full responsibility for the oversight, but I have to say sir, that, in all honesty, I wouldn’t be making these mistakes if it weren’t for the amount of immense stress you put on me. I know I can be good at this job, but the way that you manage, the way that you just are, it’s enough to make any person crack under the pressure, which is why I’m sure, and forgive me for saying, it is that I’m your 6th assistant in the past 2 months and one of those months has been all me. Now I want to do my due diligence to hopefully get in the position that you are one day, but there’s a difference between paying your dues and being taken advantage of and I’ve finally learned what that is. Now I don’t want to quit, but if this is how things are going to continue, I’m afraid that tonight will have to be our last night together.”

“So you’re giving up?” Dimitry asks calmly.

“Not giving up sir. Just knowing my worth.”

Dimitry just stares at him, and for as confident as he felt during his speech, that confidence has now been replaced with anxiety inducing anticipation as to how Dimitry is going to respond. And after what felt like an unnecessarily long amount of quiet, he finally spoke, and what came out of his mouth surprised Adryan.

“You’re right.” Adryan is taken aback and he’s sure his face showed every ounce of it. “I’ve been a terrible boss to you. Hell, I’ve been a terrible boss in general. And you’re also right about that by the way, the assistants jab.” Dimitry gets up and starts to walk around his office. “Believe it or not, I too had a boss who treated me even worse. He would scream and yell, and one day he even threw a stapler at me while calling me quite the slur.” He stands by the window and stares out into the starry sky. “He had no problem constantly reminding me just how worthless I was and he didn’t even know why he kept me around. I don’t know why I stayed to be honest. Eventually he ended up leaving to a new place and Mr. Cuerva was so impressed that I lasted as long as I did under him that he gave me a promotion right then and there. And I swore to myself that when I got into his position that I would never make anyone feel the way that he made me feel. And then when I saw that look in your eyes today after scolding you,” he turns his head to look directly at Adryan, “I finally saw how I failed on that promise a long time ago. Most people never stuck around long enough I guess for me to see the impact I was having on them so seeing that look stung me even more.”

 He moved to the front of his desk and leaned against it and continued this very vulnerable moment that was honestly making Adryan a little uncomfortable. He didn’t know if this was all a set-up or genuine.

“I know this is probably nothing to you but, I am extremely, deeply and authentically sorry for the hell I’ve put you through. And I really hope you don’t quit. Not only cause I want the opportunity to do whatever I can to make it up to you, but also, I want to be the teacher that you know, and that I know, you deserve. I want to make good on that promise I made to myself while I still can.

”That last bit caught him. “While you still can?” Adryan inquires.

“Oh yes.” He moves back behind his desk and fuddles with some papers atop it. “I have been taken off the project indefinitely. Apparently, there are just some mistakes that are “cause for great concern”. Never mind all the successes that you’ve done before. But that’s corporate life for you. And your first lesson. You can do everything right but all that anyone fixates on are the missteps.”

“I really am sorry.”

“Oh please, don’t apologize to me anymore. That is my job now. To you. In fact, I honestly look at it as a blessing. I felt this sense of relief when he told me the news. Like it was life changing, as over dramatic as that sounds.” He chuckles.

“It doesn’t,” Adryan says supportingly which brings a smile out of Dimitry. He walks over to Adryan and puts his hands on his shoulders. The feeling of having the monstrous, masculine hands of this 6’4” stature of a man holding on to his boyish frame started to reawaken the lust in Adryan that he had forgotten had always been there. He looks up and sees this Adonis staring straight into his soul while he gently squeezes and unsqueezes his shoulders and all the feelings start to bubble up inside of him.

“You did great work today. It was not an easy situation, but I saw how you stepped up and got it done. I saw you. And I’m so sorry for taking this long to.” Dimitry then took Adryan in a tight, warm embrace.

What the hell was happening, Adryan thought. It didn’t make any sense. This was a complete 180 from the man from this morning, the man from the past month. Was this really real or would he be waking up in a few minutes to realize it was all just a cruel dream. This couldn’t be real. This is the type of stuff that only happens in fiction. Surely it couldn’t have crept into his reality. And what Dimitry said next just deepened that mystery a little bit more.

Dimitry broke the hug, but just barely, and with their arms still wrapped around each other, looked Adryan in the eyes, the way that Adryan had always wanted him to, with that desire and passion, and as an added bonus, with a sweet sincere smirk taking form on his face. “I never want to be responsible for that look in your eyes ever again. Those gorgeous green eyes.” And as if Dimitry too was letting loose some unspoken and secret feelings and fantasies, he cupped the left side of Adryan’s face into his calloused hand but to Adryan, it still was the softest touch he ever had. He closed his eyes to take in the feeling as he leaned into the grasp and Dimitry started gently rubbing his cheek with his thumb. 

“Is this ok?” Dimitry whispers softly. Adryan opens his eyes to again see that wonderful gaze that he had so longed for and nodded his head in agreement and quietly replied, “Yes.” That brings an excited smirk to Dimitry’s face and he cups the other side of Adryan’s face with his other hand and tightens his grip just enough to where Adryan lets out the most lustful sigh. Dimitry brings their foreheads together and each of them closes their eyes. Adryan can feel the breath that Mauricio was talking about earlier. The warmth from it hitting his face causing every bit of goosebump to make their appearance on his body. Dimitry continues to gently rub his thumbs across Adryan’s cheeks, with Adryan’s hands now clutching to Dimitry’s wrists never wanting to let go. Dimitry starts to rub his nose against Adryan’s, their lips just inches apart.

“Can I kiss you?” Dimitry asks.

“Yes please.” Adryan replies with no hesitation. And still not sure if this is real or not, Adryan doesn’t even care anymore, for after many countless fantasies and dreams, the pairs’ lips finally meet. 

The room starts spinning and Adryan is not even sure he is on the ground anymore. What first starts off nice and slow, quickly becomes more ferocious, more passionate as their lips start to press against each other’s with more purpose, their mouths start to open a bit wider and Dimitry introduces his tongue into Adryan’s mouth which Adryan is happy to return. Dimitry’s grasp on Adryan tightens, he pulls him in closer before turning him around and leaning him against his desk. The kissing moves from the lips onto Adryan’s cheek then it takes it’s time exploring his neck. Adryan wraps his arms around his neck and grabs a handful of Dimitry’s hair as he turns his neck all the way to the side for Dimitry to have complete and full access to. He can feel him sucking on it and he can’t help but just lean into it a little bit more. Adryan is in absolute heaven. 

As Dimitry is making his mark on Adryan’s neck, his free hand finds it’s way to the crotchal area and he begins to rub against what is now a very solid object just begging to be let out. After some teasing, Dimitry breaks the kiss and the rubbing and starts to unbutton Adryan’s shirt. He can’t unbutton fast enough, to the point where he almost just ripped it off. But he comes to the last button and pulls his shirt off. His head is parallel to Adryan’s chest and he pauses and looks at his body in amazement. He slowly rubs his hand up and down Adryan’s torso, as he feels every bit of that silky, milk-white, smooth skin and then grazes his thumb over his perfectly pink nipple which is just as hard as what’s in his pants. Dimitry then put his mouth onto it which makes Adryan grip onto the edge of the desk with dear life, as this is a feeling unlike any other for him. Dimitry then proceeds to kiss his chest and then lick up and down that body so he can taste every inch of it. As he’s doing so, at the same time he is feverishly unbuckling Adryan’s belt and is successful, and as he starts to work on the button, as in heaven as Adryan is, he spooks and moves Dimitry’s hands away.

“Wa…wait, please.” Adryan pulls the two sides of his pants together but doesn’t button them.

“Are you ok? Did I do something wrong?” Dimitry asks.

“No no, not at all.” Adryan replies trying to catch his breath. “I just…I haven’t really…I…”

“Is this your first time?” Dimitry finishes for him. Adryan nods and lowers his head. “Hey. Come here.” Dimitry lifts his head up and the two look at each other, Dimitry lovingly and Adryan embarrassingly. “It’s ok. We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. We can stop right now if you’re not ready and just leave things here. You’re in control.

”After a very quick thought Adryan replies, “I want to.” “Are you sure? I don’t want you to say yes just because…” “No. I really want to. Plus, you said you wanted to make things up to me, didn’t you?” Adryan slyly smirks. A devilish smile appears on Dimitry’s face. “That I did.” He cups Adryan’s hands into his face again and goes in for a kiss when Adryan lastly says, and with a more serious tone, “Just…go slow ok?” “Of course.” And with that Dimitry starts a passionate kiss between the two again.

He breaks the kiss and looks him in the eyes, but this time, with a much more devious look.

“So, you want me to teach you?”

“Yes please.”

“You going to do exactly as I say?”

“I am.”

“And completely submit yourself to me?”

“Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good boy.” “Now…undo my tie.”

Dimitry lets go of Adryan’s face and Adryan reaches for the knot in his tie. He starts to pull the knot apart until the tie is completely unraveled and hanging from Dimitry’s neck.

“Pull it off.”

Adryan does as he is told. 

“Unbutton my shirt.”

Adryan starts from the top and works his way down and with the unbuttoning of each button, more and more of Dimitry’s body is poking through. As Adryan gets to the bottom of the shirt he untucks the rest, briefly getting a glimpse of what appears to be a very toned stomach. With the unbuttoning of the last button, he pushes the shirt back and allows gravity to do the rest as it falls to the floor revealing much more than just a toned stomach.

Adryan could tell that Dimitry had a nice pair of arms, but he could have never imagined what else lied beneath the guise of his clothing. Dimitry’s body was a sight to behold. A body that would make even a Greek god jealous. The arms were a given, but his chest was as if it were chiseled out of the finest of material. Hard enough that not even a solid punch could phase it and with pecs that were so perfectly square they defied all physics. And leading downward were two perfect rows of steel-like abs, brilliantly designed and placed you’d swear only something other-worldly could have created them. And unlike his face would suggest, his whole torso was covered with hair so neat it was as if they were all individually placed by hand. 

Adryan was so gob smacked by this, he couldn’t help but run his hands through the hairy perfection. But Dimitry made him pause.

“Did I say you could touch me?”

“No, sir, I’m sorry.”

“Pay attention.”

Now this, this was the type of degradation that Adryan wanted. If everyday was like this, there would have never been any problems.

“Now kneel down in front of me.”

Adryan does so.

“Look at my crotch.”

He does and is in awe of what he sees. Thankfully, slacks really leave little to the imagination and when looking at Dimitry’s, Adryan can see a VERY thick and hefty specimen, so perfectly implanted against the constriction of his underwear, that he could even make out a vein, going from the base all the way to the tip. It was also a great length and Adryan started to get very worried for when it came time to climb aboard that ship.

“Sniff it.”

Adryan rests his nose against Dimitry’s crotch and takes in a big breath and the scent that he smelled was of a musky odor. Not one that’s particularly unappealing, but one like a farmer, coming in after a long day and the smell of that day’s hard work hits you and does something to you. It was definitely doing something for Adryan and he wanted more. He moves his head around, intermittently at first, then, as the smell entices him even more, he starts to move back and forth more vigorously, full on having his entire face buried in Dimitry’s crotch, feeling every extent of the strength of what’s underneath, and opening his mouth and moving it back and forth over the outline of his manhood. Dimitry grabs his head and holds it in place and presses his pelvis firmly against Adryan’s face. 

When he finally releases his grip, Dimitry’s crotch is covered in drool and it’s time for him to let Adryan have his first taste of a man.

“Unbuckle my belt and unbutton my pants. Pull them down but DO NOT pull my underwear down.”

Adryan does so in earnest and when he pulls his pants down it’s more apparent at just how big he actually is. But this time he goes from being nervous, to very, very excited, his own manhood like a solid rock about to tear through his pants.

“How bad do you want it?”

“Really bad, really bad sir. I beg you.”

Dimitry gives him a nod of approval and with that, Adryan grabs Dimitry’s underwear from each side of his hip and slowly slides them down, them getting caught on the tip until it breaks free and Dimitry’s cock escapes it’s solitude and bounces in the air, right in front of Adryan’s face that is so transfixed he can’t even speak.

“Grab it.”

Adryan wraps his hand around the base and with the feeling of his warm hand gripped tightly around, Dimitry throws his head back a little and lets out an audible sigh of pleasure. Adryan so badly wants to wrap his mouth around it but he’s waiting for the go ahead. He looks up at Dimitry.

“Hold out your hand.”

He does and Dimitry, from high on his perch, shoots down a wad of spit that lands perfectly in Adryan’s free hand.

“Now stroke it.”

And with that, Adryan gives his first hand job and getting to feel every single inch of it going in and out of a makeshift hole gave him more pleasure than he thought it could. Out of his excitedness he started to get rather quick.

“No no no, take your time. Slow down. We’re in no hurry.”

Which was all fine and dandy but Adryan wanted, no, NEEDED that in his mouth and now.

“Please sir. Can I…?”

“You want to take it in your mouth?”

“Yes please sir.”

Dimitry smirks. 

“Stick out your tongue.”

Adryan does so and Dimitry hangs it over for a little bit, teasing him, trying to get him to his breaking point, until finally, he rests his head on Adryan’s tongue. It took everything in his power to not swallow every single inch right there. His first taste of manhood and it was more than he could have ever hoped for. Dimitry rubbed his head on his tongue for a bit, get it nice and wet, and then he started rubbing his whole cock all over Adryan’s face, getting pre-cum everywhere. He then slapped his thick and heavy meat against Adryan’s cheek and Adryan swore it was strong enough to break his nose. But he didn’t care. He was going to do whatever Dimitry told him to. And after some more rubbing and head teasing, Dimitry finally gave him what he wanted.

“Open your mouth.”

Adryan opened nice and wide. Not really for eagerness, that’s just how big it was.

“There you go, that’s it. Just like a popsicle.”

And with that, Dimitry felt the warmth of Adryan’s mouth and Adryan started putting it to work. Dimitry couldn’t hide how amazing it felt, although there were times when he had to coach Adryan on certain things.

“Watch the teeth.”

“Sorry sir.”

“It’s ok. You’re learning. You’re doing very good.”

Adryan kept on sucking as if his life depended on it and the faster he went the more Dimitry started to thrust. He couldn’t help it, he didn’t want to go too far in before Adryan was ready.

“Don’t stop sucking. Even if I’m talking to you those lips never leave my cock understand?”

Adryan lets out a gurgled “Mmh-huh.”

“When I say so I need you to relax your throat.”

Same gurgled reply. And Adryan knew what was coming, he was just hoping it wasn’t going to end in disaster.

“Ready…now.”

And just like that, all 9 inches of Dimitry were shoved down Adryan’s throat. Much to his surprise, he was taking it pretty easily. Dimitry held it there for a bit and all was well, until that reflex kicked in and Adryan started coughing but Dimitry wasn’t letting up. He coughed a few more times, each time drool and spit spewing out of his mouth until finally, Dimitry let him have a breather and pulled out, his cock all nice and wet, a huge gulp of breath coming from Adryan who wipes the drool and spit off his face. 

“Very good boy. Look at you, you’re a natural.”

“Thank you sir.” A huge smile came across Adryan’s face.

A few more deepthroats took place and then that was mixed in with some regular sucking. Adryan caught on quick and he thought he found his new favorite hobby.

Dimitry pulled out again, much to Adryan’s dismay.

“Take off the rest of your clothes. Everything.”

Adryan wasted no time. Dimitry took off the rest of his and within no time both were standing in front of each other completely nude, not a speck of clothing on them. One could really see just how small Adryan was compared to Dimitry but, it was also perfect. Just what he wanted and what seemed like Dimitry did as well.

Dimitry walks closer to Adryan and leans him against the desk. He kneels down and starts returning the favor to Adryan’s just as impressive specimen. Adryan had to immediately close his eyes and take in this feeling. There was nothing like it. A new sense of euphoria that he didn’t want to end. All he could think to himself was “He is way better at this than me.” Because he had never felt this before, he also hadn’t built up good stamina and he was about to unload inside Dimitry’s mouth.

“Sir, um…I’m getting really close to…oh, oh yeah. But really I’m gonna…really soon I’m gonna…Oh my god.” He leans further on the desk and grabs a hold of Dimitry’s head and he can’t hold it anymore, it’s coming. And just as he thinks he’s about to shoot, Dimitry pulls off and the feeling quickly goes away. 

“I don’t want you to cum yet.”

Adryan is just beside himself. This is the best night of his life. 

Dimitry stands back up, picks up Adryan and fully sits him on the desk. 

“Lay back. Now hold your legs back.”

Adryan does as he is told but instead pull his legs back all the way to his head surprising Dimitry at how flexible he is.

“Well, looks like you’re chock full of talents.” They both lightly chuckle and Dimitry kneels back down and what he is faced with, is the most perfect thing he has ever seen. A beautiful ginger hole. Ridiculously smooth with the perfect shade of pink. A hole that has never been touched. He was going to be the first to break it in and that thought turned him on the most. He never took someone’s virginity before and he was beyond excited, although trying to play it cool. He licked his lips at the anticipation. He first uses his finger to lightly graze the outline which causes Adryan to twitch. This is also a new feeling for him but a welcome one of course.

Dimitry teases just a little bit more until he can’t take it anymore. He needs to have a taste. He leans in and runs his tongue along the outer area. He hears a gasp come from Adryan, but it isn’t until he puts his whole face in it when he really gets that good moan from Adryan. That moan that is followed by the rolling back of the eyes and the curling of the toes. Dimitry goes to town eating his ass and Adryan is loving every minute of it. If it’s even possible, Dimitry may be enjoying it even more. He soon is rimming Adryan with the ferocity of a sex starved WWII soldier coming back home after the end of the war. Adryan’s whole body tenses up and he can’t believe that anything can feel so good. He thinks to himself, “How does this just keep getting better and better? It’s not possible.” But if it’s wrong, he doesn’t want it to be right. Dimitry rims Adryan for a solid 15 minutes, getting his hole nice and wet. Ready for the next step.

“I’m going to stick a finger in you.”

Adryan is a little hesitant, but, he’s stuck a finger up there once or twice, how bad could it be.

“Ready. Just relax.”

Dimitry sticks a finger in and it’s a little uncomfortable for Adryan, but that soon goes away. Dimitry slowly pushes his finger, in and out, in and out, and even once treats Adryan to the feeling of hitting the prostate, which brought out a gasp so strong from Adryan you would swear he just swallowed his tongue. That even brought out a little pre-cum from his rock-hard tool, that has been hard this entire time.

Slowly, Dimitry works in a second finger. More of the discomfort and not so easily gone away this time. He switches from fingers to rimming, rimming to fingers, and it’s all quite the experience for Adryan. After several minutes of getting his hole used to the feeling, Dimitry can’t take it anymore and is ready to be inside him.

He stands up. Strokes his cock to get it nice and hard. Adryan knows what’s coming next and this is the part that he’s been dreading but also looking forward to the most.

“You ready?”

“I think so.”

Dimitry gets close.

“Rest your legs on my shoulders. There ya go.”

Adryan’s hole is nice and wet, but Dimitry gives it a little more spit for good measure. Adryan is trying to prepare himself.

“I’m just going to stick the tip in. It’s gonna hurt, but I’m just going to leave it there until you get used to it. You are in control of this part ok, you tell me when you’re ready for more.”

Adryan nods. Nerves are starting to get to him.

“Ready…Ok, here I go.”

Dimitry sticks his head in and for him, it feels amazing. He hasn’t felt a hole this tight in a very long time. For Adryan on the other hand, it’s a different story.

“AH!! UGH…MHMM!” 

Adryan is trying to fight through the pain but he didn’t think it was going to hurt this much. He tries to push Dimitry out but Dimitry knows it’s better to leave it there.

“Just breathe. Breath through it, take a deep breath…that’s it, deep breath. Now, blow out…there ya go. Keep doing that, deep breaths. And relax, don’t clench. I promise baby, the pain is going to go away.” He can still see Adryan struggling. “Look, it’s in. The head is always the hardest part, you just did the hardest part. Look at me.” Dimitry leans over close enough to put the two’s heads together. “It’s gonna be ok. You got this. You’re doing great.” He kisses Adryan which takes his mind off the pain. And after what felt like an hour of constant pain, when in reality it was more like 30 or 40 seconds, Adryan realized that the pain subsided. He breaks the kiss.

“I…I think I’m good.”

“Yeah? Ready to go more?”

Adryan nods and Dimitry slowly starts to go in more. Instead of it hurting, with each inch that goes in, Adryan is finding that it’s feeling better and better. And when Dimitry hears his groans turn to moans, and he sees that Adryan has put his hands on his hips and even seemed to be pushing Dimitry further into him, he knew that he was ready for all of it. 

“Take a deep breath one more time ok? Ready? Breathe in…and breathe out.”

As Adryan breathed out that’s when Dimitry went in all the way taking Adryan by surprise and screaming, but not in pain, in absolute pleasure. Actually, both Adryan and Dimitry let out really loud audits of pleasure. This was it, the seal had been broken. Adryan was no longer inexperienced. He had lost what he feared he never would. He was finally part of Mauricio’s club, and he knew that Mauricio would kiss the ground he walked on if he knew who it was with.

Dimitry slowly starts to thrust back and forth, warming up Adryan. With each thrust, more and more pre-cum starts to leak out of Adryan. All Adryan can do is moan…he does not have the capability to muster up any words. Dimitry is trying, with every bit of his might, to not shoot his load right then and there. He looks at Adryan’s face which looks as if he has lost all life when in reality he is so far into ecstasy he might as well be having an outer body experience. He bites on his finger to keep him from being too loud, not knowing that that actually turns on Dimitry even more. 

With one thrust after another, Adryan just can’t contain it anymore. He lets out a plea.

“Fuuuccckkkk yesss!”

And with that Dimitry can’t hold his excitement anymore and quickly goes from a soft, passionate love making experience to a jack hammer fuck.

“Fuck boy. You got daddy so hard. You like daddy’s cock in your ass?”

“Yes daddy. Oh fuck I love it so much,” Adryan replies on the verge of tears. 

“There you go. Take it. Take every fucking inch you slut.”

The pace just gets faster and faster, sweat is starting to drip from Dimitry onto Adryan whose legs went from atop of Dimitry’s shoulders to now just dangling on the side as if he were a ragdoll. Both are in danger of cumming earlier than they want to, and Dimitry quickly stops and pulls out and tenses his body up as he tries very hard not to cum. Adryan takes this time to catch his breath. When both have the chance to calm down enough, Dimitry motions to Adryan.

“Get up. Follow me.” 

Adryan gets up off the desk and follows Dimitry who goes behind the desk and sits down on his chair.

“Ride my cock.”

Adryan gladly obliges and mounts himself atop of him. Facing him, Dimitry gets to see the look of nothing but pleasure as his cock now slides in as smooth as butter. Adryan gets to work and starts to bounce up and down, getting that cock closer to climax. Dimitry throws his hands back behind his head and lets Adryan do all the work. Both are on cloud 9. 

Dimitry decides he wants to take control so he grabs Adryan’s hips, holds him in place and starts to fuck him so hard the chair sounds as if it’s going to break. As he’s letting loose, Dimitry can’t help but feel something special about this time. He’s had sex with many men in his life but never has there been a time where he’s felt this much passion. He looks at Adryan who’s too busy in his own little euphoric world, and there’s just something different about him. A weird thing to feel in the middle of sex, but he’s trying to put his finger on it. There’s a chemistry there that, albeit, may be a bit problematic, but is the reason why this isn’t just a regular one and done fuck. He knows though that whatever it is, he wants to see where it goes. Which just gets him even hornier, especially seeing the look on Adryan’s face and makes him go even harder. When he finally stops, he shoves his cock as far in as he possibly can on the last thrust which garners a moan out of both of them. Adryan finally opens his eyes and looks at Dimitry. Dimitry goes in for the most passionate kiss yet. It’s Adryan’s favorite so far because this time he has Dimitry’s cock buried in him while he’s kissing him. When Dimitry finally breaks the kiss, Adryan goes back to work and continues the ride. 

Mixing between fast and slow, he is taking Dimitry to a world he’s never been to. After several minutes of Adryan really proving himself to Dimitry, Dimitry gets that feeling again. It’s coming and this time, he’s not going to be able to stop it.

“Um, boy. I’m getting really close to…”

Adryan goes even faster.

“I don’t know if you want me to…oh fuck. If you don’t…mhmm…then it’s gonna be too late.”

That’s what Adryan’s counting on.

“Really boy I’m…oh fuck don’t stop.”

Adryan amps up the speed to the fastest he can go. The chair creaking so loud that it’s a surprise it hasn’t broke yet. 

“Oh here it comes. I can’t…I’m not gonna be able to…Oh fuck here it goes…I can’t hold it, I can’t hold it…OH FUCK ME!!!!

Dimitry shoots probably the biggest load he’s ever shot in his life straight up into Adryan who continues to make sure he milks out every single load which makes Dimitry squirm to the point where it looks like he’s having convulsions. He’s become super sensitive. He throws his head back in the chair, clenches his fists together, tenses his whole body up and lets out a series of moans, one right after the other. And right when he’s starting to calm down Adryan out of nowhere lets out a huge moan and shoots his load which falls all over Dimitry’s hairy chest. Adryan had not touched himself once since the second they started having sex. He just had his first hands free orgasm on top of everything else. Even Dimitry was surprised. A guy has never done that with him before.

After both finish cumming, Adryan collapses forward and rests his head on Dimitry’s chest which is shimmering with his cum and Dimitry’s sweat. They stay like that for a while until Adryan picks up his head and they both lock eyes. Dimitry is giving him the sweetest look that he has ever been capable of and Adryan smirks with content and the two trade a series of kisses.

“How did I do sir? Was I a good boy?”

“The absolute best boy,” Dimitry happily replies. And the two share a final kiss.

A few moments later, both Adryan and Dimitry have cleaned up and put their clothes back on. Adryan looks at the clock.

“1:15.” They fucked for almost an hour. Pretty impressive time considering.

“I think it’s time we go home.”

“Yes please,” Adryan agrees.

“I may actually fall asleep on the way home.”

“Well, what if, I drove you home?” Dimitry asks. “Or better yet, why don’t you come home with me? We can pull an all-nighter of a different kind. I do have a lot to make up for after all.”

“That you do don’t you?” A sly smirk coming across Adryan’s face.

“Yes I do.”

“And I still have so much to learn.”

“Tons more.”

“Then what’re we wasting time standing around here for?”

“Well then…after you boy.”

“As you wish sir.”

And with Dimitry’s cum still inside him, ready to be used as lube for round 2, the two of them head on out. Are things really going to change like Dimitry promised? Only time will tell. But one thing’s for sure…Adryan is going to make sure that he makes every single day he treated him like dirt up to him…by treating him like dirt in this new and improved way.

The End.