Uncrossed Lines
Matthew was unusually giddy that morning. Corey was in town for two weeks, visiting from the U.S., and they would finally see each other outside of video calls and conference rooms. They had worked together several times and knew each other fairly well, yet Matthew had always been intimidated by Corey’s presence and effortless charisma.
Corey was just over six feet tall, broad-shouldered, with gray hair that somehow made him look even cooler. His arms were wrapped in sleeve tattoos, intricate Hawaiian designs from the years he had lived there. He often wore Hawaiian shirts, the top buttons casually undone, offering glimpses of inked skin, and cargo shorts that did little to hide his powerful legs and highlight an impressive bulge.. To Matthew, he embodied the definition of stunning.
Matthew had fantasized about him for the longest time. But mixing work and desire felt dangerous, and Corey was married. So Matthew had buried the thoughts, convincing himself it was better left untouched.
Until now.
Corey was staying through the weekend, and Matthew saw an opportunity. He suggested brunch, maybe a walk around the city, perhaps even catching a game afterward. Corey, not especially talkative and often a bit gruff, showed little enthusiasm, but eventually agreed.
They met at a restaurant downtown. Over coffee and plates of brunch classics, they discussed their project. Matthew gently tried to steer the conversation toward more personal territory. Corey’s laugh, when it came, was deep and infectious. Each time he stretched or leaned back, Matthew’s eyes betrayed him, drifting to his biceps straining against fabric. He wondered what lay beneath.
Matthew himself was no stranger to attention. Thirty-seven, tall, lightly muscled from an active lifestyle rather than gym obsession, short dark brown hair with hints of red, a touch of stubble. He was confident in his appearance, even if he rarely flaunted it.
After brunch, Corey realized he needed to swing by his hotel apartment to change. The weather was warmer than expected. Matthew offered to wait at the tennis courts nearby, but Corey waved it off.
“Come with me. We’ll keep talking.”
The conversation flowed easily as they walked back. Matthew assumed he would wait in the lobby, but Corey insisted he come upstairs.
“It’s fine. I’ll be quick.”
The apartment was one of those half-furnished executive rentals, small kitchen, modest living area. Corey offered coffee. Matthew declined, settling onto the sofa.
“Two minutes,” Corey said, disappearing into the bathroom. The door remained open.
Matthew quickly realized that from the sofa, through the angled mirrors, he could see the bathroom’s reflection. And Corey. His heart pounded.
He tried not to look. Failed.
In the mirror, Corey removed his shirt, revealing his tattooed torso, strong and smooth. Then his shorts joined the t-shirt, revealing he was going commando. The sight was intimate, almost cinematic. Matthew’s breath caught. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from Corey’s perfect butt
Then Corey turned slightly, as if aware.
Had he known? Matthew almost gasped. In the mirror, was the biggest yet most perfect cock he had ever seen. A solid 8 inches while still flaccid, it had a massive mushroom head and was lifted by a pair of balls the size of small oranges. Corey’s pubes were shaved, showcasing the display even more.
Corey pulled on tennis shorts, adjusted them, and stepped out casually, as though nothing unusual had occurred.
“Okay, let’s go.”
The thin fabric did little to conceal the shape beneath. Matthew couldn’t help wondering if that, too, was intentional.
Corey grabbed his rackets. Matthew stood. He was dressed for tennis as well, shorts and a T-shirt. Beneath, however, he wore a thong. It had seemed like a secret thrill at the time, the possibility that Corey might notice.
As they headed toward the door, Corey stepped close.
“You see? Told you it would be two minutes.”
Matthew moved ahead into the hallway. Then Corey paused.
“Wait. One thing.”
Before Matthew could react, Corey’s hand slipped briefly under the waistband of his shorts.
Matthew froze, face burning red.
Corey let out a low, triumphant sound.
“I knew it,” he said, smirking. “You didn’t pick that for tennis. You picked that for me. You thong slut”
Matthew stumbled over his words. “It’s… easier for sport.”
Corey’s grin widened, eyes locking onto his.
“You don’t think I’ve noticed you watching me every time I stand up in the office?”
Matthew was out of words. His mouth went dry. Heat rushed to his face so fast he thought he might combust. Part of him wanted to disappear.
Corey watched him with open amusement, clearly enjoying the effect he was having.
“It’s okay,” Corey said, voice lower now. “I don’t mind.”
Matthew blinked.
“Plus… you’ve got a nice ass,” Corey added casually. “It’s flattering. And I don’t hate attention.”
Corey stepped closer, pressing into his space, letting the charged silence stretch between them. The hallway felt smaller, the air heavier.
“So tell me, Matthew,” Corey murmured, “were you hoping I’d notice?”
Matthew swallowed. His mind raced through consequences, ethics, risk. Office corridors. Conference rooms. The fact that Corey was married. The fact that this was wildly inappropriate.
And yet he didn’t move.
His voice finally emerged, shaky but honest. “I didn’t think you would.”
Corey smiled slowly.
“I always notice.”
For a suspended second, the world narrowed to breath, heat, and the space between them. Corey lifted his hand, and gently let it fall behind Matthew’s neck. There was something different in his eyes. Softness. Authority. Definitely lust.
Corey leaned in to kiss Matthew. Softly at first. Then more aggressively. His tongue forced Matthew’s lips open, and Matthew surrendered gladly to it.
Fumbling in his pocket with his other hand, Corey found his key card and reopened the door behind him, pulling Matthew with him inside.
They kept in kissing for a few minutes. Every time Matthew was about to run out of air, Corey was releasing his hold. Each time looking at him deeply, as if saying “I know you, you’re safe”.
With deft fingers he removed Matthew’s t-shirt, and lowered his shorts, that Matthew kicked off. He was in the arms of his living fantasy, in a man thong, strangely more exposed than ever, but he was totally ok with it. Corey’s hands were lingering on his exposed butt, with a connoisseur look on his face. Then his hands moved to Matthew’s nipples, slowly at first, sending shivers in all his body. “I could play you like a violin, I know you perfectly. That ass of yours that attract everyone, that dreamy face of yours when you are trying to be discreet but are mesmerized by my package. You’re safe with me, I am there for you”.
He moved away a bit, removed his t-shirt, revealing a fully tattooed torso with flowers and Hawaiian symbols. He walked to the sofa, sat down, and leaned back, his arms behind his head. “Now… let’s see if you know me…”, he said with a defiant smile.
Matthew didn’t hesitate for long. He closed the gap and kneeled in front of Corey, all the while looking at him. “Mmmm, good job. Don’t be ashamed of who you are. You are mine. My slut. And keep the eye contact, I want to see how much you want me” said Corey.
Matthew lean in slowly. Corey’s cock was distorting his tennis shorts, the mushroom head poking over his thigh. Matthew started licking the head, slowly at first. Corey moaned, his cock growing even bigger and now fully out. Matthew opened his mouth and let the giant head slip in his mouth. He could barely fit it in, but wanted to please Corey.
Corry moved his hand ftom benesth his head and reached out for Matthew’s nipples. Matthey could refrain a sensual moan. “Oh… it seems I found a way in….”, said Corey with a grin. He increased the pressure a bit, while Marthew was still sucking him. Matthew was moaning and feeling as horny as ever. Every pinch from Corey made him hornier and he was going up and down the massive cock hungrily.
Corey eyes were locked in his, until he noticed Matthew’s ass in full display. “Climb on the couch”, he said. Matthew jumped on, doggy style, his firm ass fully exposed.
Corey moved the thong strap on the side an started licking Matthew’s hole, forcefully pushing his tongue inside. From below, he grabbed Matthew nipple. Every time he was pinching them, Matthew’s hole was opening more. That boy was hungry.
Getting up quickly, Corey grabbed lube from his bedside table, lathered some on Matthew’s ass and started playing with it. Truth was… this ass was a piece of art, opening up nicely and Corey was rock hard, looking at his finger disappering into it. He removed the thong completely and started rubbing his massive mushroom head on Matthew’s hole. Matthew was shivering, visibly impatient to be impaled, but a bit anxious. “Shhh. It’s ok. I will take care of you. You’re mine, and this cock is meant to breed you”, whispered Corey to Matthew’s ear. Matthew relaxed almost instantly. Core started pushing his cock inside. There was a slight resistance.Then the head popped in, and Matthew gasped. Corey grabbed his nipple, and right away Matthew’s hole opened wider. Corey took his time to enter about half his cock, then started to move slowly. Matthew was in heaven, moaning with every thrust. Before long, Corey was all in, snd he seemed the first one surprised. “Holy Cow, now that’s some pussy!”. He flipped Matthew on his back, then looked him in the eyes, while teasing his hole with the tip of his cock. “What? What do yan want? Oh… this?”. Matthew was nodding frantically, eyes consumed by lust. Corey pushed almost his whole cock inside in one move. Matthew’s eyes grew bigger. He could Corey’s cock pushing on his second hole. With a last praise from Corey he relaxed, surrendering to the massive cock. From this point on, Corey’s cadence grew faster and faster. Finally, locking eyes with Matthew he said “I’m almost there. Do you want me to breed you, my beautiful bitch?” “Yes, please… “. Corey gave one last push and erupted with a primal growl, then collapsed on Matthew, his cock still inside. “Don’t go. Stay there for a bit, please” said Matthew. “Oh babe… not planning to do anywhere. You just made my future business trips way more attractive” said Corey, leaning in to give him a long kiss.
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