Date: Wed, 14 Apr 2004 17:30:56 +0100
From: The_Tomahawk@hotmail.com
Subject: That Guy in the Office

It really started about 7 years ago, when I started working here.  I would 
be working in an open plan office.  I knew the place - I had worked there 
last year for a few months work experience.  But he was new...  Not to name 
names, I'll call him 'A'.

My eyes landed on him immediately.  He was younger than me for sure, which 
surprised me.  I normally go for older guys.  To this day, that fact still 
puzzles me.

At the time, I was 21, just out of college with my new degree.  He was 19, 
and he was a Man.  Large frame.  Not a 'pretty boy', or the type of guy the 
most girls fall for.  He was the type I fell for.  More rugged looks, which 
I just knew would become more fantastic as he aged (and they did).  And Hot.

I was introduced to my boss (he was new also - so many changes in so few 
months), and was told that I would be working with A.  On my god.  I could 
have melted.

After working with him for a while, I surmised that he was as straight as 
they come.  No chance for me.  But at least I could be his friend.  I found 
another guy, and fell in love.  That was 6 years ago.

I worked with A for about 2 years before he moved out of the area.  I stayed 
on there for another year, and moved on myself.  But we still worked for the 
same company, and I still met him every once in a while.

So work life continued, and eventually we wound up working in the same 
building, just on different floors.  It meant that I would see him more 
often.  I used to drop down to his office for a chat - he was such a nice 
guy.  I didn't think I'd ever have a chance with him, though I often 
imagined myself giving him pleasure like he's never had it before.  Another 
surprise for me, as I'm usually a top.

At this stage, I wanted to tell A that I was gay.  I'd been wanting to tell 
him for years - he was a good friend and had a right to know.  But, you 
know, those 3 words (I am gay) are 3 of that hardest to say to someone.  So, 
I started dropping hints.  Eventually, I'd start talking about my boyfriend 
by his first name, and was caught out a bit when I was asked "So, how long 
are you 2 together now - must be a couple of years".  He knew already.  He 
knew since before I was with my boyfriend.  And it didn't bother him.

And then I heard that he would be leaving the company.  Strangely, he'd 
still be doing the same job in the same office, but with a different company 
(that's outsourcing for you!).  And that meant the possibility that he would 
move within his new company, and I'd never see him again.  And I never told 
him how I felt about him.

So, I plucked up the courage, and told him about my feelings.  I told him 
that I didn't love him, but that I could easily.  I told him that he was a 
great guy, and that I knew he was straight and there wasn't a chance 
anything would happen, but that I had to say something.  And he took it as a 
compliment, and told me that, yes, he was straight.

A month later, I got an email from him - he's only a 10 second walk from my 
office, but he sent me an email.  "Can you drop down once the guy I share my 
office with goes home".  My heart started to pound in my chest.  I could 
feel it trying to escape.  I replied "yes".

So, I went into the office and sat down opposite him.  And he took a deep 
breath.  He was smiling strangely, and I could tell he was nervous.  And I 
was too.  I could feel inside what was going to happen...

"I'm just going to come out with this, as I don't know how else to say it", 
he said.  "I want to give you a blowjob".

thud.  My jaw hit the floor.  My heart started to race.  Like, holy fuck, 
did he really say that?

I talked to him for a bit.  It turned out that, yes, he was straight, but at 
the same time, he had these ideas, and was curious.  He had seen guys before 
fucking and sucking in a local wood where he goes for walks, and had been 
thinking about it himself for years.  And he wanted to see if it was for 
him.  And he wanted to do it with someone he knew, rather than ask the guys 
if he could join in, or go to a sauna.  I felt honoured, and nervous, and 
almost scared.

"Well, I have a boyfriend", I explained, "and it wouldn't be fair on him."  
And I saw his face change.  He thought I was going to say no.  And I was 
about to.  I really wanted to do this, but I didn't want this to spoil our 
friendship.  But the sight of him looking like that - he had built himself 
up and planned this, and was going to be turned down.  "But, sure, why not".

So I closed and locked his office door, and walked over to him.  He didn't 
get up - he stayed in his chair.  He unbuckled my belt, and undid the 
buttons in my jeans, and pulled them down a bit.  He noticed the bulge under 
my shorts.

"I see I've had the desired effect".  You sure have - for 7 years now...

He then pulled down my boxers, exposing my 6" uncut cock to the world, and 
wrapped his hand around it.  He pumped it, slow and gentle, and couple of 
times, and told me to sit on his desk.

He then bent over, and took the head gently between his lips, and rolled his 
tongue on the head.  Wow.  Like, wow.  Who would have ever thought that I 
would ever get off with him.

I closed my eyes, and felt him pull my forskin back and suck on the exposed 
head.  He licked the side and underside of my cock, and then took it all 
into his mouth.  Damn, that felt good.

And he seemed to be enjoying it.

He sucked me off for a few minutes, and then came up for a break.  He kept 
his hand there, pulsing away slow and gentle.  I asked him how it was for 
him, and he said it was Ok.  I told him that he was very good, and asked if 
it was his first time.

"Yes it is.  But I know what I like".  He sure did.

And then he went at it again.  He sucked my balls, and licked my cock.  He 
licked my balls and sucked my cock.  And came up for air again.

"I'll never complain about someone needing a break when sucking me off again 
- this is hard work".  He smiled.  I could melt in that smile.

He asked me if I was close to cumming, as he wanted me to cum is his mouth.  
I asked him if he has tasted cum before, and he said that he had eaten is 
own.  Satisfied that he would be able to take it, I said OK, I'd try.

So he went in for a 3rd time.  He sucked and licked, and pumped with his 
hand.

Now, I have to explain something here.  Although this was something I really 
wanted, we were still in his office.  OK, it might have been 6pm, and most 
people would be gone home.  And the door was locked.  And the blinds were 
closed.  And his office is at the end of a corridor, so nobody would be 
walking past the door.  So we were complete safe.

And when he accidently rubbed his stubble against my cock, I nearly blew my 
load in his face.

But that was the closest I came to actually cumming.  My own nerves, plus 
the fact that 'it wasn't for him' meant that we didn't finish.  We talked 
about it a bit more, but he seemed quite happy that this just wasn't his 
thing, and he'd stick to women.  Pity - he was real good.

We also now aren't as close friends as we were - he hardly talks to be now.  
He still works in the same office, just 4 doors along from my own.  But I 
think even the possibility of a friendship is slim at this stage.

I really miss him.


T.