My Office Romance

As most people with experience of working in an office will know, one day is much like another. It takes a special event, or personality to come along before things can become interesting.

Michael was just that personality.

Now I am a married 50 year old man but I have dabbled in some cocksucking in my past. In fact, the older I get, the more fascinating cocks become.

I love my wife but she is very vanilla, flat out refusing my suggestion for a threesome with another guy.

But back to Michael. He was a very handsome guy, 32 years old and single and unashamedly gay. Not camp, just gay.

I remember looking him over when he first started. Tall, shaped brown hair, gorgeous brown eyes and a well-groomed beard. He had a slender figure and my eyes settled on his crotch, which displayed an appealing bulge and my mind raced away, thinking of his cock buried in my mouth.

Little was I to know that my fantasy would become reality!

Because of my experience, the boss sat him beside me, telling me I was to 'show him the ropes'.

"Does he mean that in a bondage sense?"

Michael said in his characteristic soft voice, whilst grinning.

"If you like." I replied before I could stop myself.

Michael took it as a joke and laughed in his cute, soft way.

That broke the ice between us and we got on just fine on that first day.

I learned that he couldn't find the right guy to settle down with but he kept trying. He was a member on several sites and received plenty offers of casual sex, which I could fully understand.

My mind wandered to being on my knees and taking him between my lips.

I had to shake myself out of my dream.

That evening, I found myself free in the house as my wife was visiting her mother. I knew she wouldn't be back until late. So I decided to go online and visit Literotica. I read a couple of gay stories and then decided to go on chat. It was one of those nights when my user name was a magnet.

One guy in particular was very chatty 'Mikey999' had read my profile and knew how to press my horny buttons. He liked that I was an older guy and described his cock to me in wonderful detail. seven inches, uncut, with a big mushroom head and big, full balls. He told me he wasn't shaved but well tended to and I told him I love a hairy man.

As we chatted, I told him about the stories I had written and he promised he would read some.

I suggested a voice call, to help us both cum but he declined saying his flatmate was around. He sounded genuine and I suggested we chat the following night, after he read a few of my stories. I wanted to get to know the guy and we arranged to chat the next day.

By the next morning, I had received some new feedback on a couple of my stories, not surprisingly from Mikey. He was full of praise and loved the ones about how I started sucking. As an added bonus, he attached a photo of his hard cock, which was exactly as he'd described it to me the night before.

I resolved that if the chance came up I would suck him dry.

At work, Michael was a little quieter, explaining that he had met a nice guy online and hoped to take it further.

I wasn't stupid, of course I linked Michael to 'Mikey' and it excited me. Sitting beside him knowing I had already seen his hard cock, made me hard and I had to adjust my position to disguise it from him.

All of a sudden, everything seemed to fall apart. Mikey didn't show up online for three days running and Michael failed to appear at work. I assumed he'd found a better job and didn't have time to chat but the boss confided in me that there was an emergency he had to deal with and he would be back on the Monday. I must admit that my heart skipped a beat knowing that I hadn't lost him completely.

On the Monday, Michael was quiet but I encouraged him and he told me what had happened.

It was all down to a massive argument with his flatmate, who was homophobic.

"He threatened to chuck me out unless I sucked his cock." Michael said stonily.

"Normally, I am more than happy but he said it to humiliate me."

I wasn't sure how to answer but asked weakly "What did you do?

"I packed my bags and got out. He could go and fuck himself, or in this case suck himself!"

That made him smile and relax a little.

"So where did you end up?" I asked, curiously.

"At an old pal, doing exactly what my flatmate had wanted but on my terms."

"Oh you could have phoned me, I'd have put you up." Oh how I meant it.

"On the same terms?" He said, making me blush.

"You know I'm married." I bluffed.

"Darling, if I had a pound for every married man I've sucked, I'd be very well off."

My mind wandered, to the thought of his lips around my cock and mine round his.

"So are you still there?"

"No, I only swallowed his cum for two nights. I've rented my own place. Moved in on Saturday."

"Wow, that's great, congratulations!" I said genuinely and thinking ahead to me being in his bed.

"Thank you Sam." Michael said, placing his hand just above my knee. My heart jumped and my cock grew.

I'm sure he noticed and he gave me one of his knowing, sexy smiles.

"So, you'll be busy sorting your new place up then?"

"Oh, God, there is so much to do. I'm going to be busy for a while."

"I can help. I'll do anything you need done. I'm quite the handyman." I offered and boasted.

"Anything?" He said in a flirty manner.

"For you." I replied.

Only when the words were out did I realise how slutty I sounded.

We arranged for that evening, straight after work.

I phoned my wife to let her know I'd be late and not to wait up for me. She surprised me by suggesting I stay the night and then myself and Michael could go straight to work.

I tried to hide my excitement at her suggestion. I knew if I stayed the night, we would be in the same bed, only not doing much sleeping.

Driving to his place, Michael was quick to ask a searching question.

"Sam, why are you so keen to help me?"

"I suppose I'm just one of the good guys." I tried to laugh off his question.

"So nothing to do with fancying my cock then?"

I was about to admit that it was, when Michael burst out laughing.

"Oh I got you there pal, you should see your face."

He certainly had nearly got me to tell all, just a bit earlier than I planned.

"What about you? Inviting an old man to your flat sounds very dodgy." I responded.

"True. But you know I love cock. Maybe I'll reward you for your help."

I didn't answer and an awkward silence developed, ended only by Michael.

"Look, I'm sorry if I embarrassed or offended you. I'll shut up now."

I took one hand off the wheel at the next traffic lights and squeezed his thigh.

He gasped in surprise and quickly added

"I'm not sure if I fancy painting tonight, maybe I'll settle for your cock and he ran his finger from my knee to just below my balls.

We arrived at his flat and he demanded a kiss before he let me in. I only expected a small peck but he went full tongues, which was what I really wanted. We eventually entered his sparsely furnished flat and sat on the low two seater.

After some more kissing, I decided to come clean about talking to him online.

"Mikey, I am The swallower. It was me you were talking to on Literotica."

"What? You're serious?"

"I realised quite soon it was probably you, then you came into work saying you'd met someone online."

"Oh my God! The things I said to you, I even sent you a dick pic, I'm so sorry."

"Why apologise? I was a willing participant

and your cock is lovely, by the way."

"Where does that leave us." Michael asked, sounding confused..

I knew what I wanted and so I made sure he knew how I felt.

"Michael, I've fancied you since I met you. Tonight we are alone together, for the whole night. If I leave here in the morning not having tasted your cock, I'll be most disappointed."

"Don't worry, I won't disappoint you. How do you feel about fucking me?" Michael asked in a low sexy voice.

"I've already said, anything for you."

He made a soft guttural sound before telling me "After tonight, I'm not sure you'll want to go back home. Your wife just won't be enough."

"Shut up and get your cock out, sexy boy!" I demanded in a husky, slutty voice.

Michael willingly obliged.

"Mmmm, just like your photo, only I can suck this!" I made no attempt to hide my pleasure.

"You married guys are such sluts when you see a cock." Michael commented.

"Are you complaining?" I asked, as I ran my tongue up and down his hot meat.

"You 'straight' guys should all be forced to suck cock before you marry, it would save a lot of pointless weddings."

I loved my wife, I really did but my feelings for cock were overpowering.

I licked Michael's balls and sucked on them, individually. He was moaning in pleasure and I had hardly started. His legs widened and I knew he wanted me to finger him.

I used the saliva from my sucking to gently push into his glorious arse. That really hit the spot and I knew the floodgates would soon open.

"I have so much cum for you, are you ready for a mouthful?"

I looked at him and nodded as I sucked. He held my head in place and let out a roar as he spasmed. Next I knew, my mouth was awash with his cum, which I tried to swallow greedily. This was why I was here. I lapped up his juice, savouring its taste. It had been a long time since I had swallowed cum, or sucked cock for that matter and the memories flooded back to those days.

"Don't worry, I'll be ready again shortly."

Michael's words dragged me back to the present.

I smiled at him and stated the obvious.

"I really enjoyed that." as I kissed the tip of his cock again.

"You've been wasted all these years, fucking a woman." Michael said.

"Now I've had some cock again, I'm tempted to agree with you."

I kissed his softening cock again. I just wanted to stay there for ever, his cock constantly firing cum down my throat.

Michael hauled me upwards and we kissed again. He was searching for any of his cum I'd yet to swallow but was disappointed.....this time.

It was at that point I could hear the unmistakeable ring of my phone. I picked it up, perhaps too quickly and was met with a laughing comment.

"You can't be doing much decorating?" My wife stated.

She was right, of course, but I could hardly tell her that Michael had just painted my throat white.

"Just having a break honey. Michael's making a coffee right now."

"You'll be up all night." She said in a concerned tone.

"Very possibly. I think that's his plan." I said jokingly.

At this point, my hand was stroking Michael's shaft, which was stiffening again. Little did I know, my wife was performing the same action on our neighbour.

"Well, enjoy your coffee and don't work too hard."

To be continued...