Experimenting with straight co-worker (Patreon)

I had known Mark for a couple of years. He and I had become friends from my first day at the office; we were the same age, so we hit it off really well. I liked him as a friend but never thought beyond that because he was off limits—not because he was straight or that I didn’t find him attractive, but mostly because he was married.

But things started to change after a few years of marriage. His wife had an affair with a coworker; it broke his heart, and he came straight to me. I could see how upset he was. His self-confidence was shaken.

I listened to Mark for hours. I cooked us some dinner and talked back to keep him company. Staring at the clock, I noticed that it was midnight. Tomorrow was Sunday, so we had some beer, and then he crashed at my place that night, saying, “I don’t want to go there right now.”

He slept in my bed, and I tried to sleep on the couch. Around an hour later, I heard the sound of his steps as he came downstairs to drink some water. 

At that time, he was only wearing his boxers. He had a nice body; he was a regular gymgoer, so that explained it. Anytime else, I would’ve just shrugged him off, but that night, I felt my dick twitch upon seeing him like that. Even though he was my friend or coworker, he was also a hot 27-year-old guy.

He had a chiseled chest and muscular thighs, but what caught my attention most was the bulge in his boxers, which showed a lot of promise. I hoped he wouldn’t notice me staring at his crotch. I let my eyes wander over his crotch for a good minute. I felt my sexual dams bursting; he probably didn’t notice my gaze because he was sleepy and drunk. He just said good night and left, leaving me with a throbbing cock and an asshole that ached to be filled with a cock.

I couldn’t go and jerk off because he could’ve called for me if he needed anything.

The next morning, I woke up to the sounds of pans and plates banging. Mark was cooking breakfast. Over breakfast, he asked me if he could stay a few more nights. I couldn’t refuse. Later, I drove him to his place to get some of his stuff.

Mark stayed for a couple of weeks. We slipped into a nightly pattern of having dinner or drinks together and just talking. I learned much more about him. He unknowingly gave me routine views of his thick bulge whenever he came downstairs to drink water.

My sexual urges were building up a lot. One night, I finally found the perfect opportunity to pleasure myself. Mark had gone shopping, so I played some porn on my phone and started fingering myself in my bedroom. 

I was so lost in my sexual adventures that I didn’t realize he had returned. He also didn’t knock before stepping into the bedroom and then got a full view of my nudity. I froze in place with my ass up in the air and my fingers dipped into my asshole. “Sorry!” He said and stepped backwards, closing the door on his way out.

I got dressed and stepped out. The first few minutes were awkward, but things got normal because he was willing to talk about it. “I shouldn’t have barged into the room like that.”

He noticed my embarrassment and assured me that he didn’t feel weird about it, so we let the matter drop.

The next day, as if to make it up to me, he willingly let himself be caught jerking himself off. I was just coming out of the shower when I saw him stroke his cock while sitting on the couch. Upon noticing me, he quickly hid his erection in his pants and smiled at me. “Now we’re even.”

He thought he was making things right, but he had made it more difficult for me. Now that I had  gotten a small glimpse at his cock, I couldn’t stop thinking about it.

That evening, while we were having beer, he spoke. “I think my staying here is affecting your sex life.”

I was surprised to hear him suddenly bring up the topic, but he wasn’t wrong. “Ah, it’s no problem. There is no need to worry about it. After all, it’s not like you’re getting laid either.”

He chuckled. “Yeah, that's true. I’d really love to have my cock sucked right now.” He was drunk now because he didn’t talk like this when he was in his senses.

I was a bit drunk and horny too, so I decided to have some fun as well. “Sad for you. If you weren’t straight, I would’ve sucked your cock.”

It was his turn to reply, and when he did, I was shocked. He moved his hand and placed it over his crotch, stroking the bulge that was visible.

“Well, I’ve never gotten a blowjob from a guy before, but I don’t think there’s any harm in that; a blowjob is a blowjob; it doesn’t matter who gives it.” Now, he was openly cupping and squeezing his hard cock through his pants.

Watching this had a dirty effect on me, my own cock started to swell, and my lips twitched because I wanted to know how his cock would feel between my lips. Plus, his words conveyed that he was also looking for something like that; otherwise, why would he bring it up? I let my common sense take the back seat and told him what’s on my mind: “I can suck it.”

He was silent for a few seconds. I guess he couldn't believe he'd said it, almost as much as I couldn't believe it.

“Be my guest.” He said it out of nowhere and then stood up to lower his pants and underwear. His stubbled bush was perfect, and then his cock sprung free. All I could do was just let my mouth drool.

It was somewhat large, probably seven or eight, and the veins that ran all around the shaft just made it look even sexier. His balls hung low while his underwear wrapped around his ankles.

"Please?" he added.

I dropped to my knees before him and stared at his cock from a close distance. His warm scent flowed up my nostrils, and my own cock twitched. I smiled at my fortune and then curled my hand around the shaft, feeling his throb when I squeezed him softly.

I slid my hand all over his shaft, ending up with rubbing his tip. Mark grunted when I slipped my hand lower, wrapping it around the upper half of the shaft, and rubbed my thumb against the frenulum. His cock thrummed in my hand, and my cock thrummed in the same way.

I leaned forward, opened my mouth, and pushed his throbbing and thick cock into my mouth. I closed my lips softly around it as it slid against my tongue and slipped deeper. His cock throbbed again and coated my tongue with a layer of precum, I squirmed in delight and felt my own cock drool in my undies.

I sucked him into my mouth so hard that my cheeks hollowed out. He thrust his hips forward and then placed his hand on my head, slowly moving his cock deeper in my mouth each time I sucked him like that. His breathing was heavier now, and his cock, harder.

His cock moved across my tongue and pushed into my throat, making me gag slightly. I sucked it and then reached down to stroke his balls too. He shot more pre into my mouth, which made me hungry for his cock all over again.

Moving my head faster now, “Faster,” he instructed, and I did, hollowing my lips and feeling his cock throbbing between my lips.

I used my hand at his base, twisting it softly while my lips worked at the top half. He stiffened, and I felt the change. His breathing was fast, and he was moaning.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he went on under his breath. “Here we go." Finally, I felt his cock throb between my lips, releasing his warm cum into my mouth. I continued to suck him, juicing out every last drop out of his shaft and swallowing every single one.

I let his cock slip out of my mouth, and he fell back on the couch. He was silent. I expected him to stroke my cock or even finger me in return, but he didn’t even look at me. He got up and then went to sleep. I felt bad because he left me there without even saying a word.

I didn’t push or say anything, and I decided to talk to him the next morning.

The next morning, I had a talk with him over breakfast. He was the one to talk first. “Sorry about last night. I left you like that. I was drunk and horny and lost all control, but after cumming, I felt a bit bad for using you like that. But I also felt a bit weird because I had never done anything with a man before.”

“I see. There is no need to be sorry. I see that you’re questioning your sexuality; there's nothing wrong with that. You don’t have to do anything in return if you don’t feel comfortable.”

Things weren’t after that talk. We went to work, and in the evening, Mark suggested that we go and watch a movie. We quickly stepped into the theater; it was empty, save for 5 or 6 people. We sat next to each other in the second-last row, which was practically empty.

The theater darkened, and we watched the movie an hour later. I felt a hand slip against my thigh. It was Mark’s hand. I froze in my seat. When I didn’t object to being touched, the touch became a caress, a gentle massage of my thigh.

It continued, exploring all of my legs and moving from my thigh towards my crotch. There, my cock had swelled hard and strained against the fabric of my pants. My focus was not on screen anymore.

His hand moved even closer to my crotch, and then he finally placed it directly on my throbbing dick. I gasped, and my whole body thrummed with pleasure when he squeezed me hard. “Do you like the movie?” He suddenly leaned close to whisper into my ear.

“I have no idea what I am seeing.” I replied.

“Let’s go home," he said, standing up to leave.

I let my erection subside and followed him out of the theater. Not a single word was shared during the car ride home. I was excited to see what was to come.

I stepped into my house, and Mark closed the door as he entered behind me. Out of nowhere, he grabbed my hips, pulled me close, and sealed our lips with a kiss. As we embraced, our hard cocks hit, perfectly lined.

I pulled away to take a breath, and he quickly pulled me back into his kiss by grabbing my ass. Once our erections rubbed against one another, he added the tongue to the mix and sexily pushed it between my lips. My sexual urges also surged, and I kissed him back passionately.

Our breathing increased. He finally let my lips go and started kissing my neck. He held my ass in place and then moved his hips against me, our clothed bulges moved together.

He pulled back and silently began to unbutton my shirt, massage my chest, and kiss my nipples. “You like that?” He chuckled and then nibbled on my nipple again. He kissed and bit both of my nipples, his hips still thrusting against mine.

A minute or two later, he pulled back. “Take off your pants.” He said as he removed his own clothes.

In a very short minute, we were both naked. “I’ve thought about this all throughout the day, and I think I’d want to experiment with a man, and I want it to be with someone I trust, so I choose you. Let’s go to the bedroom.”

We stumbled into the bedroom, kissing and touching all over each other’s bodies. “Suck me a little," he directed, pushing onto my shoulders to push me down to my knees. I settled between his legs, opened my mouth to take the head of his cock, and then lavishly sucked him for a good minute. He moaned low and long. “Women never do this. Men really know how to give a blowjob.”

He was right, being a man, I knew where to suck and where to lick more. He reached down and found my nipples, pinching them one by one as I sucked. I increased the pressure in my mouth as he rubbed my nipples.

He pulled his cock out of my mouth and pulled me onto the bed. He pushed me onto my back and then hovered over me. Reaching down between us, he grabbed both of our cocks in his hand and started stroking. Feeling his hot cock rub against mine was heavenly, and when his precum oozed out and added a slickness between our moving shafts, it was just the cherry on top.

“Got any lube?” He asked.

I reached into a nearby drawer and pulled out a bottle. He splotched some lube on both of our cocks and kept pumping against them; he brought me so close to cumming just with that but didn’t let me cum. He finally pulled his cock away and scooted back, between my legs. I lifted them up as he used his fingers to rub some lube on my hole.

No sooner, he was lining up his cock against my hole and quickly pushing in. I tilted my asshole up to meet it. I wrapped my legs around his waist and let him go as deep into me as possible. 

He groaned very sexily as I used my muscles and squeezed his cock. “This feels so good, so hot and tight.” Leaning down, he kissed me again as his hips moved back and forth, pumping his cock in and out of my hole.

His heavy balls moved hard against my ass, his cock going deep into me. It didn’t take long for him to make me cum, he had already brought me close with just that handjob. When I reached down to stroke my cock, he swatted it away and let me enjoy the sensation as my balls tingled. My cock throbbed intensely, and then I came, shooting cum all over my own body, some of it even ending up on my face.

He was groaning and thrusting faster until he came a minute later too. I squeezed him all out, letting him empty all his pent-up cum into my ass in warm spurts. We stayed there for a few minutes in silence before he spoke. “I think it was really great for a one-time experiment."

But truth be told, it wasn't his last time with me. The next day, I seduced him for another round. Eventually he moved out of my place and went back to his, but he still occasionally comes back just to use me as his cumdump.