Sunday arrived, and I looked forward to the squash, picking Ash up on the way. I feasted on his body as we changed, and almost sprang a boner when he revealed a jockstrap encasing his perfect bubble butt. On court, he thrashed me with his agility and power. I resolved to join a gym. Back in the showers, I looked lovingly at his dick, wondering how muck it would grow. It's a long foreskin, so there's plenty of room. I left before I could embarrass myself, and had a quick sniff of his sweaty jock.
On the way home, he casually mentioned that he'd noticed me checking him out. I blushed. He went on, "It's OK, I'm proud of my bod and work hard to keep it this way. I'm guessing you're gay or bi, but I don't give a fuck. You can have a feel of it next time, if you want". My heart skipped a beat.
To celebrate another record fiscal year, the firm bought tickets to see The Mikado. I'm not sure I would enjoy an operetta, but I felt obliged to go. David picked me up in his Jaguar, and we met the others in a wine bar next to the theatre. I was introduced to the wives, more Hardy Amiss than Stella McCartney. I bet they were ignorant of their husband's gay side. The show was better and more fun than I thought. After, David said, "Do you want to be dropped off, or come to mine for a nightcap?" My arse twiched, so I said, "You're the driver, and it's Sunday tomorrow. He lived in a detached house in a smart part of town. We kicked our shoes off in the hallway, and I was shown into a beautiful lounge. I sat on a leather sofa, and he handed me a large scotch. I hate whisky, but had to sip it. He sat close to me. "You know, Nick, since you joined the company, the whole atmosphere has improved. We all look forward to work, just to see your positivity. The record profits are a byproduct of your influence. I was flattered, but guessed what he was after. He topped my glass up and moved even closer. The whisky was having the desired effect. We put the glasses down, and our lips met. For a man twice my age, I found him incredibly attractive. Maybe it was the alcohol. Our jackets and ties came off, shirt buttons undone, as the kissing became more passionate. Far better than a quick fuck over the office desk. Gordy must have told him about my nipples, as he took a long time kissing and playing with them. My dick was straining inside my suit trousers. We fell onto the hearth rug, pawing at each other's trousers. They came off, leaving us writhing around, me naked, him in his Armani boxers. I eased them down. It was the first time I'd really seen his cock, bent slightly to the left and cut. Recently shaved, making it look bigger than its 6" or so. I took it in my mouth, cupping his smooth sack and bobbing up and down, until he told me to stop as he was getting close. I came up and kissed and cuddled some more. Feeling behind him, I was surprised to find he was already lubed. He must have planned this from the outset. He turned around, lifted a leg, and I slipped in easily. He put his hands on my arse to pull me in deeper, as though a fat 7.5" wasn't enough. He groaned with passion and made funny guttural noises. I turned him onto his back, lifted his ankles, pushing in hard. He held his cock, which was now dripping. I sped up, watching him grimace and contort as he approached orgasm. He let out a cry and covered his belly in hot semen. I pumped even harder, sending jets of spunk deep into his bowels. "Thank you, I've been waiting all day for that". I rubbed his semen into his skin, and he licked me clean. We lay on the rug, kissing and basking in the post-coital glow. Eventually, we sat back on the sofa and had another, larger scotch, before going to bed.
Sunday morning came, and I had the hangover from hell. He gave me some paracetamol and left me to sleep it off. If he wanted another fuck, he'd have to help himself. I woke again at lunchtime and called Ash to cancel the squash. David made coffee and bacon sandwiches, and I staged a recovery. I texted Mum to assure her I was OK, and would be home later. I showered, which made me normal again, and we went back to bed. David hauled me on top of him, and I fed myself down onto his pole, making him the second guy I bottomed for. I leaned forward to kiss, and then started riding him. Whether he had topped before, I don't know, but we soon fell into a rhythm, with him thrusting up to meet me. We changed around, and he took me doggy, which seemed to make him go deeper. With him banging hard, I didn't last much longer, and spilled onto the duvet. He let out a yell, and came. I felt completely sated. I showered again, and he took me home. I told Mum, we'd had a drink, so he couldn't drive. I went back to bed, resolving to tell Mum and Ash everything.
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Sunday morning, I sat my parents down and told them I was gay. Dad shrugged his shoulders, and Mum said she'd known for years. On the way to squash, I told Ash, and that I'd fancied him since school days. On court, he seemed to go easier on me, but still won. After, in the showers, he let me soap his back. I hit full erection. He was impressed and asked to hold it. We ended up tossing each other. I kissed him on the cheek. He said he hadn't fully worked out his sexuality, and that I would have to go slowly. Wow, progress I thought would never happen.
I started hitting the gym on the nights we weren't on court. I'd be in there for two hours, splitting my time between cardio and weights. There was a small steam room in the changing rooms, and I was in there one evening, relaxing after a strenuous workout, dreaming of Ash and gently masturbating. A young guy came in and sat opposite. Through the haze, I could see him playing with himself. His toe touched mine. I didn't move, so he used his toe to stroke my calf. I pinged my cock against my belly. He knelt and stroked my thighs. Sweat dripped off us. I spread my legs to give him access, and the invitation was accepted. He went down on me. I just sat back and let him enjoy himself. Part sucking and part wanking me, he used his other hand to attend to himself. He was an excellent cock sucker. I warned him I was getting close, so he redoubled his efforts and was rewarded with copious amounts of semen. His own cum was splattered on the tiles. "Thanks, I needed that", "So did I", I replied, and left.
Back at work, things were going well. David would often invite me for dinner, often staying the night. Plying me with wine, our fucking became love-making, which could last for hours. After dinner, we stripped each other, kissing as we did so. We'd start off on the carpet, then move to the bedroom, he let me do whatever I wanted. Sometimes I would tease him, fucking him for a while, then going off for a piss or a glass of wine. We would then have to start over. He liked to be subservient, the opposite of the way we were at work. Occasionally, he topped. He liked to cock worship, and I was young enough to cum again if I shot my load. I liked him to orgasm first. where I could see the faces he pulled. He didn't mind me carrying on shagging after. Sometimes I'd get hard in the middle of the night. I'd spoon him and slip in his hole, still wet from the earlier shag. He'd just let me help myself. It was our little secret at work. We wold send one another messages arranging meetings, and sometimes fuck in the office for old time's sake. Life was good.
