The Xmas Party

Waking up at 7:34 – exactly thirty-four minutes later than I really should - I lie in my bed for a second, staring at the time on my phone, contemplating whether or not I actually have enough time to quickly sort out my rock hard erection that I’m undecidedly holding in my other hand… Nope, can’t be late. Again.

It’s mid-November, it’s miserable and gray outside and the days are getting shorter still. Mornings I go into work while it is still dark and by the time I finish, it is - you guessed it - dark again. Days seem to roll into one this time of year.

I work for the display department of a medium-sized, family-owned department store. We are a small team of 5 people, who work closely together and all get on well with each other. Apart from Rose, possibly, a lady in her mid-fifties. She has been a window dresser at the company for longer than I have been alive, with habits and mannerisms attesting to it.

My job involves putting together ideas for the store windows, layouts in-store, the designing and printing of info-graphics, and generally looking after all aspects of the store visually. Although I enjoy and excel at my job, I do experience other particular, err… shortcomings, attached to this job.

Main problem is that the company is located in a rather, what we would call, “narrow” town. Meaning it is affluent enough not to be a hole, but also conservative enough to be stifling for a young gay trying to live his life. Inhabited mostly by twenty to thirty something straight-couples who commute into the city daily, and spend weekends going for brunch, or taking their little darlings to the park. Meeting the 7 or so other homosexuals who called this town home, makes one quickly realise why no others have flocked to settle here.

Although only 40min away by train, living in the City isn’t really a viable option for me at the moment, as a) I don’t earn enough to live there centrally, and b) I don’t fancy the additional 30min to get central, only to then start my 40min commute daily from there. And that’s only one way.

So as a consolation I travel up for the weekend as often as I can, staying with my friend Roux in the City. We go out, get hammered, with luck I meet someone, go back to theirs, cum all over their place and then spend days feeling depressed, dreaming of doing it all again...

*     *     *     *

The Menswear window needs changing before the weekend, and I walk over from the studio carrying a whole mannequin. I am well aware that dong it this way is not recommended, but grabbing it by the crotch in one hand and holding the rest with your other, is the quickest way of transportation. I have plenty to get through today and I don’t plan on staying late.

I stumble on the last step descending the staircase and nearly decapitate my mute, fibreglass man-friend. “Thank god Taylor isn’t here to see this,” I think to myself, “he would have a fuckin’ baby…”

Taylor is my direct boss, a gay man in his 40’s, who lives with his partner Brock in another city. He is turning out to be a bit of a mentor to me, educating me in my line of work, but also always forthcoming with homo-vice when I need it, and the owner of an absolutely filthy sense of humour. But don’t handle his mannequins improperly, or you’ll face an onslaught of cutting remarks on how much they cost to fix or replace (normally featuring the word “cunting” at least once), followed by an awkwardly silent coffee break.

Finally in my destined department, I shuffle towards the display window, carrying a mannequin with slowly detaching limbs. As I panic trying to open the door with one hand, I feel the top half coming undone and beginning to slip from my grip. Oh shit…

“Do you need a hand there?” an unfamiliar voice behind me suddenly asks.

“Err, yeah… Actually, can you just open the door for me – that’d be great, thanks.” Next to me is standing a tall, handsome stranger who I am staring at in a confused manner, trying desperately to hold body parts together.

“I think the door is locked… Have you got a key?” He looks at me expectantly.

Fuck sake, why on earth is the door locked? “Oh, um, it’s in my pocket – don’t worry,” I grimace.

“Which one?” comes an unexpected query.

“Huh?”

“Which pocket is the key in?” he asks again, smiling.

“Um, front right, I think… You really don’t have to, it’s…”

“Don’t worry, I’ve done worse…” he jokes and winks at me.

I’m so flabbergasted, I almost drop the whole quivering fibreglass mass. Beads of sweat are forming along my hairline, and I am suddenly acutely aware of my own pulse.

Before I can protest any further, he quickly moves around my back, ducking down slightly and slips his hand into my pocket. I freeze, trembling slightly as I’m trying not to loose my sweaty grip on the mannequin’s lifeless bulge, also suddenly very aware of my own.

His hand is warm as his fingers glide across my thigh. After a few seconds of feeling around in the dark - und lightly brushing against my balls with his thumb, possibly twice - he pulls out the small silver key. “Got it,” he grins and unlocks the door.

My heart suddenly racing, I mumble something that sound like “Thanks,” and stumble inside, half dropping the mannequin against the wall.

“Anytime. I’m Nathan by the way,” comes a voice from outside.

“Um, Hannes… Nice to meet you.”

“If you need frisking again Hannes, just lemme know,” he jokes, before I hear him greeting a customer, their voices slowly fading away.

Dazed I stand in the window for a moment, not sure what just happened. Where did this brown-eyed wonder come from? He sure is classically good looking… I think. Need to get a good look at him when I go again.

Once finished inside the window box, I try to look a little less sweaty, readjusting my black t-shirt, making sure my sleeves are still neatly rolled up. I swipe my hair out of my face with my palm, and run my fingers over the corners of my mouth. One, two, go…

I lock the door, breathe out, then slowly turn around. Nathan is nowhere to be seen. Without making it too obvious, I try to locate him. After a minute or two I realise how ridiculous I must look, and decide to head back to the studio, all the way wondering if any of that actually happened at all. Wondering who he is. Wondering why my dick hangs so much heavier than it did an hour ago.

*     *     *     *

The next day I bump into Radford, the Menswear manager, known as the store gossip, as much as he is for wearing “a touch” of bronzer. He asks me if I got the memo on the new Polo RL launch event next week, and whether I’ll be able to have everything ready before then. After agreeing on the logistics and time-line, he suddenly pipes up.

“By the way Hannes, have you seen the new boy?” he enquires, simultaneously pouting and smiling. “I personally picked him. Very sweet, started a few days ago.”

If there’s one thing I’ve learned, when needing information on anyone, you can’t go wrong with Radford.

“No, I haven’t. Is he nice?” I ask disinterestedly.

“Oh, he’s just a dream! He is about your age, I guess, is a trained dancer, been working as an entertainer on a cruise liner for the last few months, but was looking for a job over the Christmas season. Look good in the clothes we sell - you now what I mean? I snapped him up immediately.”

“Uh-huh…”

“You must come and meet him, I think you will really like him…” he says with conspiratorial eyes.

“What do you mean I will really like him?”

“I know your type! Anyway, gotta run. Still need to pick up my alterations and sort the staff rota for next week. Ciao!”

I roll my eyes, “Bye.” Hmm, dancer. Good body. Stamina. That’s one way to pique my interest. But then, sticking your hand into my pocket and feeling for my dick is definitely another.

*     *     *     *

Over the next couple of weeks I make any excuse to head over to Menswear, to go and spy on, and eventually, have chats with Nathan. There is not that much that normally needs attention over there, my main focus being in the studio or otherwise helping at Womenswear or Accessories. My boss, Taylor, on the other hand is very quick at connecting dots.

“Listen Hannes, I don’t really care how many wet dreams you’re squirting out over that new one in Mens” having obviously had a chat with Radford, “but I need you to make sure you get your duties here done first, before going perving over there again, OK?”

“Sure. Sorry. Yeah, I’m almost done with that layout…” I reply sheepishly.

I’m not exactly having wet dreams about Nathan, not yet, but he is definitely starting to enter my fantasies when I’m jacking off. I imagine him to have muscular legs, and a tight butt, with a toned torso.

But because I don’t really know that much more about him yet, he is still often relegated to the role of a third party member for the time being:

Gently coming in near the end as I’m being fucked, teasing my nipple, or appearing from below, his hand around my shaft, taking my balls into his mouth. Sometimes he spits in his palm, slipping his hand into my pocket, grabbing hold of my cock from the inside, and stroking me as I’m being fucked through a hole in the back of my trousers…

But mostly he just watches me as I do the dirty with someone else, silently mouthing the words “I’m next,” when we make eye contact, as I’m gasping for breath.

*     *     *     *

It’s early December, and the festive season is in full swing. Working in the field that I do, it’s a bit of a non-event for me, having had enough of anything Christmas related since October, when we start sourcing and building everything we need to be ready and installed by end-November.

As luck would have it, Taylor asks me to go and help out in Menswear for half a day or so. They need to move stock around and restock, after having had good sales, and he doesn’t trust those “clueless tits” over there, expecting it will look like “a fuckin’ dog dinner” if they are left to their own devices. Adding, “try not to waste too much time molesting Nathan,” giving me a look equal parts scorn and affection.

I happily oblige, as I haven’t seen Nathan for a while. He has almost started fading from my consciousness a little, as I have been so snowed in with work, as I normally am this time of year.

Upon entering Menswear, I see everyone standing around the counter, engaged in a mini-meeting of sorts. A few look up momentarily; raising an eyebrow as an acknowledgement, before turning their attention back. One pair of eyes immediately lights up. Nathan locks his sight on me, following me as I make my way over to the other side of the department, continually smiling.

I busy myself checking the contents of a new delivery: Paul Smith socks and gloves, some Mulberry leather bags, a few Duchamp belts, loads of cashmere scarves…

“I though you forgot all about us.”

“Oh, hi Nathan. Yeah, sorry… It’s always bit manic this time of year” I reply, trying to hide my excitement. “Um, do you know who’s helping me today?” I ask carefully.

“You’re looking at the chosen one. At your service…” he says dramatically, making a bow. He comes back up, wide smile, beaming brown eyes.

He is wearing a pair of fitted smart black trousers today, with a dark green fine-knit roll neck on top. I definitely wasn’t wrong about the muscular legs and tight butt, but somehow wasn’t expecting the clearly defined chest, nipples softly showing through the thin wool. Add to that what seems like a substantial bulge pressing against his zip-fly, I can almost feel a drop of pre-cum starting to roll down inside my shaft.

I try my best not to stare, but feel myself heating up. “Ah, great. I’m glad it’s you. I mean, let’s get started…” I stumble.

We spend the next couple of hours working together, asking questions, making jokes and getting to know each other a bit more. He is chatty and funny, with expressive eyes and a certain grace to his movements. Passing stock to each other, our hands or fingers will sometimes touch, sending electrical currents pulsing through my body.

Our work mostly completed, I decide to ask him out for a drink before I have to return again to the studio.

“Um, yeah… So, all done” I start.

“Uh-huh. Looks great Hannes. You’re really good at this kind of thing! I wouldn’t know where to begin.” By putting your hand into my pocket again, I think to myself.

“Thanks. Listen Nathan… I, err… Um”. It is so much easier doing this kind of thing when you’ve had a drink or two, I find myself quickly realising.

He looks at my puzzled, with a smile. “Have you got something in your pocket you need me to get out again?” he jokes.

“Err, something like that!” I nervously joke back, my voice a little higher than normal. “No. Um, I was wondering if you would like to join me for a drink. Sometime?”

“Oh…” he says disappointedly. “Not sure, it’s a bit difficult at the moment. I’m training for an audition till late every night this week…”

“Never mind, silly idea” I try and backtrack.

“No, no, I would love to!” he quickly states, “It’s just difficult time-wise… Are you going to the staff Christmas party next Tuesday? Maybe we can go together, you know. Have a drink before hand somewhere, or something?”

“Yeah, sure, that sounds like a plan…”

“OK, great!” he replies excitedly. After we agree at which bar to meet beforehand, and what time, he takes my hand briefly, and squeezes it gently. “I look forward to it,” he says before turning, looking over his shoulder to smile at me as he walks away, my eyes lowering to follow his little rounded ass.

I feel my legs go a bit wobbly and my heart pound in my ears, as I watch him disappear around the corner.

That night I have my first proper hand job with Nathan in the lead role:

I’m hunching down in front of him. My hands are exploring his muscular legs through his tight trousers, feeling his thighs and massaging his robust calves. One hand is feeling his back leg, moving slowly up it to sit just under his firm ass, while the other is cupping and rubbing his growing bulge that is starting to push his zip-fly away to one side, straining to break out of the confines of his trousers.

Keeping my hand on his throbbing bulge, I slip my other hand under his knit, running my fingers up over his tight abs. His skin is soft and warm. My fingertips bump into the mass of his solid Pecs, before locating his nipple, carefully circling my middle finger softly around it - feeling it get harder and contracting.

As I stand back up, I am hard too, still rubbing his cock through his trousers. I feel his hand on mine, mirroring my movements, as we both breathe heavily. When our eyes finally meet, he slowly, silently mouths the words “I want to fuck you, next.” I shoot a thick line of white cum splashing onto my chest. A second more liquid one hits my cheek, with the third and forth falling onto my stomach and running down into my bellybutton.

I lie on my bed panting for a moment still gripping my dripping cock, looking down at my cum-splattered body, my nipples erect, hairs standing on end. Eventually I take my briefs, and start mopping up the mess, trying to stop it running onto my sheets.

For someone who is not really into the festive season - I think to myself - I sure am looking forward to the Christmas party…

*     *     *     *

With work continuing to take up most of my time, and the days getting shorter still, the morning of the party arrives sooner than I anticipated. I was slow in asking for the following day off, as I wasn’t previously even planning on going to the event. Most other employees were quick to book the day off, knowing the party to get quite boozy, ensuring they are able to sleep away hangovers the morning after, and avoid a torturous workday on Wednesday.

As a compromise, Taylor agrees to give me Tuesday off, so I have plenty of time to get myself ready, unlike others who have to take their glad rags with them to work.

I am in pretty good shape at the moment, working out regularly, so it is just a matter of having a wash and choosing an outfit for seducing the object of my desire.

Eventually I settle on a classic white fitted shirt and slim charcoal coloured trousers. I will wear it with a black blazer, and decide on my smart patent-leather army-style boots, completing my look with polka dot print silk PS scarf.

The shirt is pretty tight, but luckily the fabric has a little stretch in it. Still I decide it looks better to leave the top two, possibly three, buttons undone - showing of a bit of my chest, its hair, and not so much nipple through the now less-taut fabric. But also avoiding, as Taylor would say, “having my knockers out.”

I tidy up my beard with a comb, run my fingers through my hair and splash on a little bit of cologne, and off we go.

*     *     *     *

Nathan is already at the bar, leisurely leaning against the counter, smiling and waving me over when I come through the doors.

“Look at you, all dressed up” he says and beamingly eyes me up and down, before leaning in and giving me a quick kiss on the cheek. “Hallo Mr. Display.”

He looks very dapper himself, wearing a fitted navy suit, and steel grey shirt, and also showing off the top of his chest, revealing trimmed hairs growing in an outwards pattern. He smells of vetiver, and is sporting designer stubble, accentuating his good bone structure and square chin. In short, he looks hot.

We order drinks, deciding to stay at the counter, chatting up a storm, making jokes and playfully getting more physical with each other as time ticks along. “Hey Hannes… “ he says a little later, “Can I possibly crash at your place if it turns out to be a late night? I don’t really fancy paying for a taxi if I miss the last train later.” I nod. “Yeah, not a problem,” I beam, subtly readjusting my package with my hand inside my pocket. So far, so good, I think to myself.

Considering we are still to go to the official work party, we end up having a couple of drinks more than we should really. When we arrive at the venue, I am already quite tipsy, but tell myself so is everyone else.

Taylor eyes me up and down. “Christ. Already had a couple have we? Nevermind… Here, have a glass of bubbly,” he says, handing me a flute.

By the time we sit down for dinner, I’m pretty wasted, Nathan not for behind me. We sit next to each other at a big round table snickering, oblivious to disapproving looks from other colleagues and employees.

After finishing our meal, I feel a warm, firm hand on my leg under the table. Nathan leans in close, whispering in my ear, “I’m definitely coming home with you tonight handsome,” moving his hand further up in between my thigh and my bulge, squeezing gently, letting his fingers explore their surroundings. I can’t help but softly groan. More disparaging looks follow, as everything slowly starts going a bit hazy.

I must have gone to the bar to get more drinks, as the two of us are now standing talking to each other next to one of the tables, laughing loudly and embracing each other, bumping into decent folks trying to enjoy their beef wellingtons.

Not sure exactly how it came about, but next thing we are sharing a rather intimate kiss with each other. I can feel all eyes on us, but the alcohol level in my blood is calmly saying, “Fuck it.”

What starts out as a rather public kiss, is quickly turning into a slurping, licking, lip-sucking snog-fest. He tastes good. His stubble is pricking me skin, our tongues lazily wrestling each other as we grip one another aggressively behind the head. I’m getting seriously turned on by our rather inappropriate behaviour, feeling my cock swell in my briefs.

He is now leaning back onto a table where people have stopped chewing their food, pulling me with him. As I let my hand slide down his shirt and into his pants, I hear a loud “Err, Hannes!”

I pull away from Nathan, and look sideways where I see Jane from Soft Furnishings with her mouth hanging open, bits of coleslaw falling out, staring at us in shock.

“Why don’t you boys take a break outside…” Taylor says, and leads us away from some seriously upset diners, like the fairy godmother that he is. “Jesus, I thought I should interject, before one of you cum on someone’s plate…” He chuckles, adding, “No fisting now Nathan, Hannes has also got to work tomorrow. Have fun boys!” before turning and going back inside.

We continue kissing outside. It’s cold and wet, but we are steaming in the street. As our bulges press together, I can feel his semi pushing against mine, wet pre-cum lines the inside of my briefs. “Shall we go back to mine” I ask him, our foreheads pressed together.

“Yeah. I’m so fucking horny,” he breathes, rubbing my cock through my trousers. “Let’s go…”

Walking along the main street, we duck into every dark corner or side alley along the way, kissing and drunkenly groping each other.

Back at my place, we end up on the couch, our clothes strewn all over the place. He is lying on his back, his long muscular torso looks beautiful all stretched out lengthways. I sit down on top of him, leaning forward to kiss him, while my hand rubs over his clipped chest hair, squeezing his muscles. He giggles and grabs my ass, starting to grind into me, biting down on his lower lip.

Not long later I’m lining my hole with lube, getting ready to take him inside me. Nathan is fiddling with the condom, putting it on, then dropping it, before trying it the other way round. I look at him struggling, still sloppily fingering myself with lube.

The last thing I remember is holding his dick in position, hovering above it, feeling it softly pushing against my hole…

*     *     *     *

I open my eyes and squint at the ceiling. I feel something next to me, realising I’m not alone in bed. It takes me a second or two to work out who it is, why he is here and how we get here.

My head is pulsating slightly, and I’m struggling to focus on anything. I feel Nathan stirring.

“Oh hello there,” he says in a gravelly voice.

“Hey…” I answer, half smiling at him, half grimacing.

“You too, huh?” he asks, before adding, “I can’t quite remember how we got here, to be honest,” then laughing. “Not that being here is a bad thing!”

I chuckle, looking at him. His hair is messy, his stubble a little longer, and his eyes are squinting against the light.

“Not a bad thing at all,” I say leaning over and giving him a kiss. He gently grabs my neck, pulling me back towards him, kissing me back. Our tongues meet and moistly massage each other with spit, lust suddenly raising it head again. I gently suck on his lower lip and pull it with my teeth.

“Did we actually fuck last night?” he asks in between searching out my top lip with his tongue, licking it from underneath.

“I’m not sure, it’s all a bit of a blur really” I reply. “Maybe we should do it again, just to be sure,” I add with a knowing smile.

“Good idea.”

“Let me just get the lube…” I answer, as I jump out of bed.

After failing to locate it, I open my bedroom door and peer outside. It’s quiet. I walk to the living room, my dick already hanging at half mast, swinging from side to side as I walk.

Clothes lie scattered everywhere. I see my briefs lying on the stairs, decidedly close to the front door, dried pre-cum blobs inside, his trousers not much further away. I follow this trail of undressing into the living room where I see his underwear, also streaked with lust. On the table lies the lube, spilling out onto the glass surface. On the floor next to the table lies an unrolled, but unused condom.

Well, that answers that question then, I think to myself as I pick up the tube and hurry back to the room.

Nathan is lying on the bed, his tan contrasting with the white duvet cover. It’s the first time I actually seem him without his clothes on - that I can remember anyway - and I’m blatantly staring at him.

Rounded shoulders with defined arms end in graceful hands with slender fingers. His chest throws a definite shadow line, his nipples large oval and flat, his whole torso covered with neatly clipped body hair, the same ones I saw poking out above his unbuttoned shirt last night.

My eyes travel down. He is showing of a subtle six pack, with a great V-cut running down towards his impressive cock, which is half-erect and clinging slightly to his inner thigh, slowly pulling itself upwards. His upper legs are indeed muscular, and very well defined, narrowing at the knee, before swelling into strong calves and slender ankles, also all covered in trimmed hairs.

“What..?!” he laughingly enquires.

“Nothing, I’m just admiring this beauty in my bed” I say winking.

“Well come here, this beauty wants to play.”

I climb onto the bed, and half on top of him, my legs between his as we start kissing again. My cock is now rock hard and he pulls at it, making my balls brush against his.

“Wow Hannes, you have a great dick. It’s big…” he says, his words fading as he starts stroking it, lustfully staring at it.

I take his in my hand too, and start squeezing it, quickly getting it fully erect. His foreskin is not that long, but really thick and makes his already large head feel even bigger. When I pull it back, I realise his shaft is also rather thick. I let out a soft grunt, thinking how good this will feel stretching my hole.

“You need to shove this monster inside me, now,” I tell him, pulling back his foreskin, spitting on his head and slowly, but firmly rubbing it.

He looks at me in surprise for a second, lets out a soft moan, before grinning and ordering sternly, “On your hands and knees please.” He takes me by my hips, positioning me on the bed, before adding, “Great ass too,” and giving one cheek a hard slap, that seems to echo through the house.

I look back at him over my shoulder in surprise, but he has already taken hold of my cock and is pulling it backwards between my legs. For a while he is alternating between slurping its head from behind and licking my ass, stroking my meat downwards when he is teasing my hole with his wet tongue, warming me up.

I can’t help but pant and moan through most of this, my cock is on fire and my hole is desperate to be filled.

Nathan now moves up close behind me, pulling my face towards him. We kiss deeply, and I can taste my own cock and pre-cum on his lips, my ass on his tongue, getting me even more excited. He lubes me up while we continue kissing, pushing his fingers carefully inside me, one by one.

With the condom on in records time, he starts to slowly push into me. I breathe out, hollowing out my back. First I feel his head pop inside, then a moment of slight respite, before a real tightness again as the backed-up foreskin and shaft starts pushing inside. Once it’s all in, I steady myself and breathe deeply. Not a small boy, this Nathan.

Holding me by the hips, he asks, “Ready?” As I nod, he carefully starts thrusting into me. He is strong, and I can feel the weight behind each pump. Once I’m more comfortable, he starts picking up the pace, the lube causing my ass to make wet suction noises.

After a few minutes he is absolutely pounding me, his thighs slapping loudly against mine. It sounds like someone applauding in the room. I almost feel like applauding. I’m so hard and swollen, I can barely touch my blushing prick that is seeping globules of pre-cum, swinging in circular motions, descending down onto the bed.

“Oh-h-h. My-y-y. God-d-d” I stammer as he continues to slam his meat into me.

“I’m close to coming,” he pants after a while, as I look pleadingly over my shoulder at him, suddenly noticing the clock on my wall.

“Thank fuck you are, because we are so late for work!” I reply.

He turns around as well. “Oh shit,” he says, upon realising the time.

Simultaneously he starts digging deeper, as I furiously start stroking my throbbing cock. He ploughs his meat pole so deep into me, I swear I can feel his clipped pubes scratching against the inside of my hole. After a few intense seconds of this I feel my balls starting to contract and pull up.

“Nathan, I think I’m coming!” I yelp. He grabs my hand away from jerking my cock and places it firmly back on the bed, holding down both my arms with his hands. He quickly gets on to his feet, now pounding me extra deep, his thighs brushing past my butt cheeks, fucking me like a crazy dog.

Already past the point of no return, him almost tearing me a new asshole, and absolutely nothing touching my bouncing cock, I come intensely. A loud, deep moan escapes my mouth, as I shoot a long line of thick cum that feels like a piece of orgasmic rope being slowly pulled out of me.

The second shot of cum feels shorter but no less intense.

“Aah, Hannes…” announces the arrival of a third shot of cum, coinciding with his own orgasm. The extra deep thrust from behind propels it out even further then the second load.

Cum shots number four and five he jerks out of me with his hand, in rhythm with his own load exploding inside my ass. After that more cum from my cock just dribbles out over his hand and drips onto the bed, as he breathes heavily onto my neck.

Absolutely exhausted we collapse onto the duvet, panting. Eventually he pulls the condom of his drooping cock, and swings it in front of me.

“Fuck, don’t think I ever came so much, look.”

Milky white cum fills over a third of the available space. We look at it swinging there for a second, the clock slowly coming into focus behind it. “9:23”

“Shit! We really have to get going… Come on!”

After wiping and cleaning as best we can, given the time restraints, we jump out of bed, and embark on a morning-after clothing hunt.

I offer to give him a clean pair of briefs, out of courtesy mostly, but also knowing he’ll probably forget his cum-stained ones here - meaning I’ll have something to sniff later on should I feel randy again.

Once (badly) dressed, we grab our things, slam the front door shut and hurry down the stairs, feeling like two naughty, dirty teenagers.

*     *     *     *

Walking closely together down the road shivering, he hooks his arm into mine - half as a gesture of intimacy, half because it’s absolutely freezing.

On the way, reality starts dawning on us. We have to go and face these people again after the antics of last night. Unfortunately all the people who ended up being blind drunks themselves have today off, and the non-drinkers and prudes are all in. It’s going to be a proper walk of shame…

A few minutes away from work, I receive a text from Taylor. “Are you still alive?! If you didn’t die in a fisting accident, can you hurry the fuck up coming in to work, or at least let me know.”

“Oops, I think I’m in a bit of trouble…” I say to Nathan, as he chuckles at Taylor’s text. “Could be worse, you know. You seem to still have a job…” before adding with a smirk, “and a nice juicy ass, and a big hard cock…” then kissing me on the cheek, smiling at me.

I look at him sceptically, before also slipping into a smile. “Yeah, yeah, yeah - whatever…”

We turn the corner, and see the store in front of us. We both let out simultaneous long sighs. Unexpectedly, he grabs my hand in his as we walk around to the staff entrance. “Gotta support each other through this,” he quips, squeezing my hand.

A few employees are standing by the door, having a quick smoke, falling silent as we walk past them, still holding hands. You can practically hear them whip out their mobile phones, as soon as the door closes behind us.

“Well, good luck handsome,” Nathan says, “I hope your day is bearable.”

“Thanks, you too,” I mumble, as Rose suddenly appears hurrying down the stairs. She is obviously oblivious to last night’s events, as she was probably in bed with a cup of tee by 8:30 last night, reading an Agatha Christie novel.

“Here you are! Can you give me a hand with these plinths? We need to get them to Homewares ASAP. Can you take this one?”

I look over my shoulder to see Nathan shrug, and give me a little wave, before heading the other way.

*     *     *     *

By lunchtime, I feel exhausted and after being severely mocked by Taylor for my “absolutely disgusting public display of hot-homosexuality” and “being extremely disappointed in us for not whipping our cocks out,” he suggests I get some fresh air and try to eat something.

It’s then that I realised I don’t even have Nathan’s number. How will I contact him again, if not at work? Well done Hannes, I think.

Eventually I decide to head over to Menswear, having hidden away from everyone for as long as humanly possible. After the inevitable awkwardness of greeting my colleagues in a completely customer-free department, I find Nathan looking exactly how I’m feeling: Beat.

“Hello…” he says, surprised, piping up a bit.

“Hey, I’m just going on my break and realised I can’t even text you to ask how you are doing… So… I came over here to ask for your number, if that’s OK?”

He gives me a weak smile, and answers “Sure. Absolutely. Actually, I’m desperate for a break too. Can I join you?” I nod, feeling relieved. “Um, I just need… Need to quickly do something in the stockroom downstairs before we go,” he says narrowing his eyes, clearly thinking. “Come with?”

I follow him down the stairs, and into the small stockroom downstairs. Once inside, he lets the door shut behind us, before slamming me against it in the dark. I feel his hot body lean against me, his lips finding mine, while carefully locking the door. It’s pitch dark.

As we eat each other’s faces, I realise I can still faintly smell my cock and taste my ass on his lips from this morning, and find it extremely arousing. Nathan opens my shirt, almost ripping a button or two off, and grabs my chest, squeezing it. My dick is suddenly not so tired anymore and is throbbing against my trousers, managing to escape my briefs, and poking out to the side.

He rubs it lengthways through the fabric with his hand, sending waves of pleasure through my body. I feel his cock pushing against my leg, and grab hold of it, squeezing and massaging it.

I feel the top button of my trousers being undone, before I hear the unmistakable sound of a zip being pulled down quickly. My rock hard cock springs free, and quickly I feel a warm, wet sensation as he takes it in his mouth.

“Argh, fuck Nathan…” I breathe, as he is vigorously slurping up and down on my shaft, circling my head with his hot tongue. I can feel drops of pre-cum being sucked right out of my meat, as he pulls my balls out too, gently tugging and gripping them in his hand.

He pushes my trouser leg up past my calves, and I’m suddenly aware of his thick cock rubbing up against my bare leg, smearing warm pre-cum into the hair.

I hear him softly moaning, his lips sliding noisily along my shaft. I’m close to coming, and want to warn him, but I feel him convulse, followed by three loads of hot jizz spraying up against my leg, as he continues sucking.

It’s enough to send me over the edge too, barely able to finish saying, “I’m comi…” before pumping his mouth full of my sticky cum, him eagerly swallowing as much as he can. The last load escapes out of the side of his mouth and drips down onto my balls, as he comes up for air with a loud gasp.

“Fu-u-u-ck” he pants, “That was a lot.”

“Sorry” I offer, stroking the side of his face.

“Don’t be. Jesus, that was hot,” he chuckles, before coming back up and kissing me, bits of cum transferring onto my beard.

“Uh-huh” is all I can manage.

“Come on, let’s get out of here,” he says, "before we get into any more trouble, "switching on the light and pulling his drooping dick back through his fly.

After I’m all buttoned up again, I look around the small space. Eventually I pull out new pair of Armani socks from a pile, before shrugging “Why not,” and hands one to him. I wipe my cock clean, using the other side for his face, while he proceeds to dry my leg and mops the mess on the floor.

Before leaving the stockroom we share a long, deep, tender kiss. For a few seconds we silently look into each other’s eyes, smiling. Finally I nod at him, he nods back, and I open the door.

We walk triumphantly up the stairs holding hands, smiling to ourselves, dirty and smelling of cum. We walk out into the faint afternoon sun, the weak rays highlighting our messy hair, and casting long thin shadows of two men completely at ease.

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