William

Coincidences

I was walking close to Grand Central one evening when I passed a gorgeous black guy, who just happened to smile at me. My heart almost missed a beat. His smile was even more beautiful, and he stopped and turned, as did I.

We introduced ourselves, and he invited me over to his place. We talked for a bit, and kissed enough for him (and me) to get very hard. At that point, I was almost entirely a top, although I would have happily bottomed for him. I couldn't tell which he was, or whether he was bi. It was just great to meet such a gorgeous, nice and smart black man. And even nicer to have introductory kisses, even if I didn't really have any clue where things might go.

We traded numbers and decided to meet again.

We met a few days later. I had never really moved so slowly with a gay guy, maybe even more so because I was married to a woman, and a father. I learned that William was in marketing, obviously before he let me go down on him at the train station as I headed out to the burbs. I had also never met anyone so out there: "Don't worry. Either people will know what we're doing or not. It's not like they're going to jump off a train to come and see." And of course his thick cut black dick was as beautiful as the rest of him...

I was a lawyer, and as luck would have it, in charge of my firm's marketing. So as one of our deadbeat marketers left, it just seemed natural to mention the opening to William, who happily jumped at the chance, even as I made it clear he would have to go through the regular interview process and make it on his own. Of course one thing I didn't mention was that I was pretty well known internally as one of the hardest people to get past in an interview, so my recommendation would likely go a fair ways. At that point we still just met, kissed, and I would suck on him when he would let me. It remained one of the slowest moving affairs I had ever had up until then.

He sailed through his interviews, and sailed through his job, clearly besting anyone else we had ever worked with in his field. He was a take charge kind of guy, which couldn't help but make me wonder if he would ever fuck me, even if that hadn't ever happened before, even if I still kind of thought he must be a bottom when it got right down to it. From his end, he even went as far as to say he didn't want to be the first guy to ever fuck me, just because it might take on more meaning than maybe it should.

That didn't, however, stop us from kissing, in his office, or in my office. And it didn't stop him from going hard after even a first simple kiss, which couldn't help but make me think he remained more than just a little interested. I even sucked him off at work, letting him see his cum go onto my tongue, and making sure he knew I was swallowing. The whole thing was like a dream: work going well for both of us, and sex getting better and better, even if it did still seem to be going painfully slow.

As work went better and better, and his budget went up accordingly, I supposed I shouldn't have been surprised when he told me I should let him buy me a gym membership, especially given what others were spending on more frivolous things. Of course it didn't take much to convince me, even if I didn't know that he would follow up with "I'm more than happy to go with you and train you, if you'd like."

I suppose it shouldn't have surprised me that he would meet me at the gym, as opposed to just walking together with me. He also made sure to change before or after me, so the two of us were never naked the same time at the gym, despite our being together throughout my entire workout. I could never tell whether it was because being naked with me in the gym might make him go hard in public, or because he wanted to control what signals were being sent.

William was about 10 years younger than me, and apparently in naturally great shape, so I can't believe it would be hard for others to imagine that something might be going on between us. But despite that, William was disciplined enough to keep me focused on my workout, even despite the various other guys who even I noticed would look at us from time to time, especially as the two of us increasingly spent more and more of our workout time off in a relatively quiet corner, with him working more and more on my flexibility, yoga, and other exercises I had never really dealt with growing up as a football player and wrestler. What I didn't pay much attention to was the other guys he would talk to from time to time, almost as if I wrote it off as one more piece of his gregarious personality.

At least he still let me get him hard and suck him off at the office...