No Seduction Required
By Joey E
Here is a brand new story and my first time posting a story under the Adult Friends category. It is all based on actual events that happened to me about a week ago. The names of characters have been changed to protect the innocent and not-so-innocent. So, therefore, it is a work of fiction. But the action that takes place is all true. All rights belong to Joey E, the author. Any unauthorized duplication in any form is strictly prohibited without written consent from the author. If you are unable to take two guys foolin' around sexually, then do us all a favor and leave. If you are under18 (or 21 in some areas), please don't get me in trouble and leave as well. Thank you.
Okay. I don't usually go after straight boys. I know some gay guys get a kick out of seducing a straight guy. But for me, I'd rather go with a sure-fire thing (and without the chance of being beatin' up afterwards). So that's why it was a puzzle to me why on earth I was thinkin' about one of my co-workers. By the way, my name is Toby. I'm a little guy, 5'4", 115lbs, smooth, toned, light brown short hair, and blue eyes. I am twenty-seven years old.
Actually, he wasn't really a coworker. Well, he was until he moved to the antique car company. My boss, Mark is his name, owned two companies, totally unrelated to one another. One was a telecommunications company and the other was an antique and classic car business. I was on the telecommunications side and Chris, the one I was after, worked for the antique car business. They bought, sold, and restored antique and classic cars. The reason I was involved in both is because part of my job was to upkeep a website I designed and created for the antique car company.
That's where I was now. I just pulled up to the shop with my digital camera, ready to take this week's pictures to keep the website updated of the work that was being done to the various classic automobiles. I walked into the shop, thinkin' I'd see Chris. But he was no where to be found. I did see, however, the boss' son, Craig. He was 28, had blue eyes and brown hair buzz cut. At 240lbs, he stood about 6'3", big build, a little pudgy, built like a football linebacker. In fact, he was one in high school and some of college. Not exactly my type, but good looking in his own right.
"Hey, bud," he said when he saw me.
"Hey, Craig, is Chris around?"
"Nah, he just went out," he said with a smile.
Craig knew I had a thing for Chris. Somehow the office found out that I was gay in a matter of weeks since I told the first person there. You gotta love a small business. Word travels fast. Luckily, they were all cool about it and were quite shocked though when they found out. But even the guys down at the shop were cool about it, which was surprising. Craig was actually my ally in getting with Chris. He, along with the young receptionist, Toni and the Office Manager, Fran, thought Chris was a little questionable. And Craig grew up with Chris, being they were half-brothers. He found it quite amusing and funny.
"Yo, Toby," he said as I walked past him. "You get him yet?" he asked softly.
I grinned. "Nah, give me a chance, though..."
I went about my business, taking pictures of the various cars in various stages of restoration. Slightly disappointed that Chris wasn't there. He wasn't hot to say the least. But he was quite cute and his personality was great. He was 30, 5'10", brown thinning hair, goatee, green eyes. He was pretty built, but with a small gut as well. Nothing to get excited over, but he was attractive. Now, I knew he was married with three kids. But there were times though when I thought Chris was after me. For instance, when he slapped me on the ass on more than one occasion. Or the time that he fuckin' grabbed my package for no reason at all. His latest offense was poking me in the crotch with his finger. Unfortunately, I didn't have the balls to do anything back. I would talk about doing something back, but I always seemed to lose my strength when it came time.
Now don't get me wrong, I wasn't going insane over this guy. If it happened, it happened. I would be the fuckin' man if anything like that happened. And it helped me to know that the rest of my office was behind me in this challenge. They all found it amusing, and quite frankly, so did I.
Anyway, I was just about to leave the shop to go back to my office when guess who decided to show up?
"Hey, you little mic," I heard someone yell. I turned around and smiled.
"Hey, you fat white bastard," I said back. No political correctness was found here.
"I was just leaving," I said.
"You got pictures of all the cars?" Chris asked.
He slapped me on the ass as I walked by him.
"What the hell, Chris?" I asked as I snapped around to face him.
He was wearing a grin. "Come on, you know you enjoyed it."
I said nothing, but thought, oh, you little bastard.
"Well, I guess I'll see you around then," he said.
I took one more glance at him before I left. If you only knew what I was thinking, I thought to myself.
I was working at the office, trying to get the pictures posted on the web before 5PM rolled around. Unfortunately, it wasn't to be. I was there until 5:30. I came out of my office, locking the door behind me and saw Craig at the front counter.
"You done, bro?" he asked.
"Yeah," I answered.
"So did you and Chris, you know, get it on?" he asked.
"No, the fucker slapped me on the ass again," I said.
"That fuckin' homo," he said, laughing. "I'm telling you, all you have to do is just ask him. Dude, he wants you."
"How can you tell, man?"
"The way he gets whenever you come down to the shop. He fuckin' follows you everywhere. Everyone down at shop thinks he wants you. I'm telling you to go after him!"
"The only way I see of ever getting him is for him to trust me that NO ONE would ever know it happened."
"You're probably right, bud. Do you really want his cock?"
This was just usual chatter between us as of late. I took it all in stride.
"Sure, just to say that I had him. I wouldn't him ridin' it either," I said, making the motions of me fucking someone.
He broke up in laughter. "That's my man!" he exclaimed, holding his hand up for a high-five. I slapped his hand and laughed.
"You know, I just can't imagine why some guy would want another guy sucking his dick," he said, quite innocently. "I mean, if it's what you like, then why not? But it's just hard for me to imagine."
"Well, bud, for one thing you're straight. But, by definition, gay sex is better than straight sex."
"Huh?" he asked.
"Well, think about, dude. A guy knows what a guy wants. He knows the equipment, knows what feels right, and what feels good. Just like lesbian sex is better than straight sex..."
"Hey, whatever floats your boat. I'll stick to pussy..."
I laughed. "Yep. Whatever feels right. Well, I'm out of here, man. Take it easy."
For the next week, I was extremely busy, not working in the office but out in the field. I hardly got to see my soon-to-be-seduced straight co-worker at all. However, the following Tuesday, my boss wanted me to install a new phone system in the office to replace the one he was going to sell. It was fine by me, as I thought our old system was a piece of shit ever since I installed it two years ago. I worked like a dog all day but still was working by the time five o'clock rolled around.
Craig came into the office as he usually did around this time. The girls usually left at 5PM and he came down until six to answer the phones. I generally didn't stay late at the office, but I was installing a new phone system in OUR office and I didn't want to take the system down while they were still here.
"Yo, Toby," Craig said as I walked by him.
"What's up?" I asked.
"You get him yet?" he said with a chuckle.
"Not yet. I'm beginning to think the only way to get him would be to get him drunk and just give him a good ass fuck."
He laughed and said, "You're really fucked up, dude."
"Yeah I know."
"Hey, I was thinkin' about what you said the other week..."
I had no clue what he was talking about. "Huh?"
"About a guy sucking another guy off. And how gay sex is better than straight sex.."
I just smiled and said, "Yeah. What about it?"
"You really got me thinking. I mean I wasn't thinking about it time after time, but i thought about it off and on over the last week. And you really got me curious."
I was just thinkin' we were just talking about my lifestyle again. Nothing serious or sexual.
"Yeah, well, I'm telling you, we know how to treat a guy right," I said, smiling.
"Yeah, I'll bet you do, Pal, I'll bet you do."
"Which is exactly why I have to prove that to Chris," I said, laughing.
I was just about to leave for the day when he asked, "Are you any good?"
I looked at him and laughed. "Well, they keep coming back for more, dude," I said.
"Well, I'm curious, you know? I wouldn't mind tryin' it, except I don't want to go to no bookstore and have some guy suck me off in a booth. I'd rather it be a friend...."
WAIT A MINUTE!! I thought to myself. WOAH! What the fuck is going on here?
"You what?" I exclaimed.
He laughed and said, "I'd rather it be a friend. But I don't have any gay friends."
"Well, except for me," I said.
"Yeah, well, that was a given. So how about you help me out with my curiosity?"
I just stood there, looking at him. There was something rising in my pants. This couldn't be happening. This just couldn't be happening. What the fuck was going on?
"Hey, I'd be willing to try if you wanted to suck me. I'm curious, Toby!"
I just stared at him. I was at a complete loss for words.
I turned away, looking straight out the window. "Uh, are you saying what I think you're saying?" I asked, my mouth suddenly very dry.
"Yeah, dude come on, let's do it."
My blood pressure was rising. I looked at him again and could tell by the look on his face that he was, indeed, serious.
I took a deep breath and said, "Uh...sure..."
"Wanna go back to your office?" he asked, starting to walk down the hallway.
"Uh, let's go to yours," I said, knowing there was a window that faced the street in my office, while his was facing the back.
"Okay, bud," he said.
As soon as I followed him into his office, he turned around and unzipped his fly. Funny thing, the first thing that I thought of was Toni's description of Craig's cock and balls. Her description was absolutely right! I could tell right away that is was thicker than average, though the length was average. Still, he was bigger than me.
He stood in front of me, and said, "Come on, man."
I went down on my knees in front of him and took his cock in my mouth. I started sucking like a mad man on the boss' son's cock. I couldn't believe it. What the hell was going on? I grabbed his low hanging balls as I went up and down on his hardening cock. He moaned and closed his eyes and gently put ran his hand through my short hair.
"Get up, Toby," he said, softly. I looked up at him. Uh, oh, I thought to myself. Here's where the trouble starts. He didn't like it or worse. I stood up in front of him.
He looked at me and said, "Whip yours out, dude."
Now I was really confused. But, I did as I was told. I wasn't even hard yet, but I pulled it out of my fly. He grabbed on to it and started stroking. What he did next was unbelievable. He then got on his knees and put his mouth around it. He started sucking on my fuckin' cock! A straight boy, sucking on my fuckin' cock!
Unfortunately, he didn't last, because he got up after about fifteen seconds. I've been here before. I braced for the words I dreaded.
Instead, he said, "We ain't safe here, bro. Mind if we go back to your place?"
I'm sure I had that stupid look on my face again. I was stunned! I couldn't believe what I was hearing.
"Uh, yeah, sure, my place is a wreck right now, though."
"Dude I don't care what your place looks like," he said, pulling up his fly.
"I just wanted to warn you. But yeah, we can go back to my place. Want to follow me?"
He nodded his head yes. I just wanted to scream at this whole situation. I could not believe any of this was really happening. I pulled up my fly and headed out of his office. We both walked out of the office together and locked the front door.
"Okay, I'll follow you, Toby. "
I said, "Okay," and hopped into my Tacoma.
As I was driving, I started talking to myself. "What the fuck is happening? What the hell is going on?" Though I swore I wouldn't tell anyone, I had to tell someone. I picked up my cell phone. I wanted to call my old college roommate, Ro, but I knew he wasn't done with work. But fuck, I had to tell someone! I dialed my best gay friend, Jim. Jim was a great friend of mine, though a bit flaming.
He answered. "Hello dear."
"JIM!" I screamed.
"I'm going back to my place to fool around with...the FUCKIN' BOSS" SON!!" I screamed into the phone.
"What??" he exclaimed.
"I know, I know. It's hard to explain. I don't know what I'm doing right now. He's following me back to my place as we speak, though. This is crazy!"
"Shit, Toby. Call me back when you're all done with him. I want all the details," he said.
"Should I or shouldn't I?"
"I think you already know the answer to that question. You invited him back to your place."
"But, Jim.....this is just ...fuckin' crazy!" I exclaimed again.
"I know," he replied. "Just call me after he leaves."
"Okay," I said. We said goodbye and I hung up the phone.
I ran the details through my head. This can't be happening. The fuckin' boss' straight son. I didn't even try to make any moves on him! My first straight boy! I couldn't believe it. Finally after about 15 minutes of shear torture, we pulled up to my apartment. I walked over to his car after parking mine. He was getting out of his and I smiled at him. He nodded back.
"This is too crazy," I said to him softly.
"I know!" he said. "I can't believe it either. Not a word to anyone!"
"Don't worry, bro, I won't tell anyone. And you'd better not either."
"Who am I gonna tell?" he asked, laughing. We walked up to my door and went inside.
"Well, this is my place! It's my bachelor pad," I said, flipping on the light switch next to the doorway.
"Not bad," he said. "This is a big one-bedroom apartment! He looked around for a few seconds.
I was in no mood to give a grand tour of the place. What the fuck was I doing?
"Well, you wanna see the bedroom?" I asked. How corny, I thought to myself.
"Sure," he said.
I led him to the bedroom. He immediately started undoing his jeans. I couldn't believe it. Here I was with a straight boy in my own apartment, stripping off his jeans. And he was the fuckin' boss' son!
I took a deep breath as I looked at his semi-hard cock. I licked my lips. I immediately knelt down and started sucking on it as I had did before. I took my time this time, however, and flicked the head with my tongue. I licked down the shaft to his balls. He moaned.
I grabbed the base of his cock and guided it in my mouth. I went down slowly on it all the way to the base and went back up. He sat down on my bed and lifted up his shirt. I heard him breathing harder as I sucked on his cock. I went down on it like a pro. I licked down his balls again, taking one in my mouth and sucking on it. He put his hand on the back of my head, lightly. He was clearly enjoying this blow job. I licked further down his balls, even down to his ass for a second. I didn't know if he he would be into that and I didn't want to push him into anything.
I sucked on that thick cock of his again and he pulled me off him.
"I don't want to cum yet."
Woah, I thought. He doesn't want to cum yet? What the hell? He got up and said, "Lie down on the bed."
I did as I was told to. I undid my jeans, slid them down my legs. He untied his shoes and he pulled off his pants. I did the same.
He then went between my legs and I got the biggest shock of my life. He didn't just go for the cock. First, he kissed the area around it and then kissed my balls. He gently sucked on both of them and stroked my hardening cock. I couldn't believe this shit. He then slowly licked down further to my ass for just a split second and then licked back up all the way to the head of my shaft.
He then put my 6" cock in his mouth and sucked it all the way down his throat. I couldn't help letting a groan out. It was that good. I was thoroughly amazed. First time, my ass! I thought to myself. This guy was a pro. He may prefer pussy, but he knew his way around a dick. He then went back up and held it there, licking the head of my shaft.
I moaned, "Yeah, feels good, bro."
He then sucked up and down on just the head of the cock, which sent shivers down my spine. He went back down on my cock, taking it deep in his throat. Fuck, it felt good.
After about five minutes, which seemed much longer, he got off my cock.
"Com' on, Toby, suck me again," he said, laying next to me.
Needing no more encouragement, I got between his legs and gave him the same treatment he gave me. I made sure to pay more attention to his balls, licking them and then taking them in my mouth. They were quite a mouthful, and very low-hanging. He moaned in pleasure. My arms and hands were to the side of him. He did another thing that shocked me. He grabbed my hands and held them, pulling them up further. I broke one hand free and started playing with his nipples. He seemed to like that as he moaned when I pinched one.
Finally, he said, "Come over here."
I didn't know what he meant.
"Come over here, so I can suck your cock while you suck mine.
I got up and went over to the other side of the bed, where his head was hanging off. I was hesitant to do anything. He grabbed my ass and pulled me to him, his hands caressing my ass. I could not believe this was happening. No fuckin' way. I leaned down to suck his cock. He took my cock back in his mouth and we were fuckin' sixty-nining!
I got more into it as he seemed to enjoy it. I was now standing, leaning over him, with his head between my legs. I took my mouth off his cock and to the time to fuck his face. He seemed to not mind it. So I fucked his mouth harder, shoving my cock all the way down his throat.
I went back down on his cock and soon enough, he said, "I'm gonna cum soon."
"Yeah, me too," I grunted. I sucked his cock harder and faster. I could feel his body start to shake underneath me. I felt my balls come up closer and I knew it was only a matter of seconds before I shot my load.
"I'm gonna cum," he moaned. I got off of him and move to the side of him, getting back on the bed. I jerked his wet cock off and he started spewing all over his stomach. He still had his hand on my cock and I shot off without warning onto his chest and stomach as well. I didn't mean to, it just happened. Guess who had the bigger load? Hee, hee. Me, of course.
Now came the moment of truth. Would he get up and never talk to me again, or did he truly enjoy it?
"I'll go get a towel to clean you up," I said, hopping off the bed.
I came back, and he was still lying there, covered in both of our cum. I wish I had a camera.
He took the towel from me and cleaned himself off. He looked at me and smiled.
"Fuck, bud, that was fuckin' awesome!"
I smiled at him. "So, was I right?"
He got up and started getting dressed, as did I. "Yes, man, you were right. It was different, but it was fuckin' great," he said.
Well, at least he was amused by it all and he admitted that he liked it. As expected, he left right after he got dressed. When I walked back into my bedroom, I thought to myself, what the hell just happened?
Well I am not so sure whether I am going to take his story any further. But please send me your reactions and comments to NEPhillyBoy76@aol.com Thanks!