It was another late night in the office and I was lurking in a chat site. I began chatting with another married guy, everything was going very well, we exchanged messenger contact details and carried on chatting. Suddenly, another message pops up on the screen. A 40 year old guy near to my office. We began with the usual "Hi" and "Hi". The conversation progressed very quickly. He divorced, with his on place and was looking to suck a guy off. Without any hesitation he sent me his address and simply wrote "cover over if you want."
I was horny and ready to go home. I checked out where he lived and it was literally a 10 minute drive from where I was and it was more or less on my way home. I had told him I was just looking for a "quickie" and he seemed perfectly happy with that.
I was suddenly wracked with nerves. Why had he given me his address so easily? Normally on the chat to get someone to send you a number takes forever, if at all. Without any exchange of telephone numbers or pictures or anything else he had freely given me his address. What if it was a wind-up? Maybe he wanted me to turn up at someone's address at 2330 at night to piss them off? I was torn whether to ignore it or turn up.
I drove to the address and found the building and pressed the intercom. I said his name and he asked if I was downstairs. I said yes and he buzzed me in and told me to come to the 3rd floor. As the lift doors opened he was standing by the open door to his flat. He was wearing a pair of shorts and flip-flops, no shirt. He was pretty much as he had described himself - tall, thin and almost completely smooth. He lead me inside and he was just watching the end of a football match on his huge flat screen TV, other than a computer, the flat was very sparsely furnished. He offered me a drink and I followed him into the kitchen as he poured me a cup of cold water. We chatted for a couple of minutes and he told me he was recently divorced and was more interested in women, but every now and again he likes a change and meets men.
Once we finished our drinks he turned off the TV and took me to the bedroom saying "we'll be more comfortable here!". I stood in front of him and we began touching each other. He immediately pulled down his shorts. He was wearing small, beige briefs which I slid down his thin legs. He was now standing in front of me fully naked. We began touching each other as I unbuttoned my shirt. He got down on his knees and opened my jeans and pulled them down together with my shorts and immediately began sucking on my dick, paying special attention to licking and sucking my balls too. I could feel myself getting harder inside his mouth and could tell from the noises he was making that he seemed to be enjoying himself. I grabbed the back of his head and pushed him down further on my now rock hard cock - he didn't resist.
He pulled off my dick and looked at me and said "tell me when you're going to cum", but I wasn't ready yet. I asked him what else he likes doing and he told me that he likes to be fucked but doesn't have any vaseline. I smiled and told him not to worry about the vaseline and told him to get a condom. He obediently went off to a cupboard and pulled out a condom which he opened in preparation while I undressed. He sat back down on the edge of the bed, resting the condom on his leg while he went back to sucking my dick - getting me even harder. I told him to put the condom on me, which he did.
I told him to show me his arse. He turned around his feet on the floor holding himself on the bed with his elbows as he presented his smooth, white arse to me. I began to slide my hands between his cheeks, stopping and playing with his hole. Using my spit as lube I slid a finger deep inside him. He gasped, but took it in. I began to finger fuck him first with one, then two fingers. When I felt he was ready, I positioned myself behind him and began to press my cock on his hole. Slowly, I pushed myself inside him and was almost three-quarters inside him when he said it hurt so I began to pull out of him. Then again, I started sliding myself back inside, this time taking it slower and getting right inside him. I was in and it felt good. His warm, soft, tight arse around my throbbing cock. I hadn't fucked someone in a long time like this and it felt great.
I got into a rhythm pulling almost right out, and then sliding back inside. Almost every thrust was accompanied with a "yeah, yeah, yeah" from him. I could tell he was enjoying it. In addition to me fucking him while my cock was deep inside I played with his cock too as well as some spanking which seemed to turn him on even more.
I continued fucking him and I could tell he was enjoying it too. I pulled out and told him to roll onto his back. I climbed onto the bed and spread his legs to get between them and immediately slid my cock back inside him, putting his legs on my shoulders. By this time he was really open and I was fucking him hard - each thrust again accompanied with a "wow" or a "yeah". I began to fuck him harder and faster and he was a willing partner and let me get in as deep as I could. I could feel his big balls on mine as I went deeper inside.
I could have carried on like this for a while but the clock by the side of his bed showed it was getting later and later and I knew it was time to leave. I fucked him harder and he raised his head and says to me "I want you to cum in my mouth!" I continued fucking him for another couple of minutes but could feel me getting close. I pulled out of him and lay down on the bed on my back. He climbed on top of me, removed the condom and took my cock in his mouth. I began to fuck his mouth harder, again pushing his head down on to my cock. I knew I was close and my breathing became faster and heavier. Pushing him down one more time, I felt a huge release as string after string of cum shot into his hot, wet mouth.
He swallowed every drop and even continued to suck me once my cock was too sensitive and every touch from his tongue sent my body into spasm. He pulled off me and fell down on to the bed next to me.
He commented how much cum came out of me, I told him I was always like that (which is true). I told him that I hope I hadn't hurt him. He said it hurt a little, but that it's all part of the fun of being fucked. Sounds good to me!!!
We lay on the bed together, both of us naked for another couple of minutes for us both to get our breath back. Then told him that I need to leave. I got dressed as he gave me directions how to get out of where he lived. I went downstairs, got in the car and left with a happy memory.
I asked him if he'd like to exchange mails or something, but he said he does this so very rarely it wouldn't be worth it. I will look for him again on the chat. I'd love to fuck him again. It was the best and easiest fuck I'd had in a long, long time.
Things are pretty much the same with me. I was at the dietitian this week and rather surprisingly I have lost more weight. So I have now officially lost 12 kilos (~ 2 stone) which is excellent. Although just before I stood on the scales in her office I said I wasn't very optimistic and then to find I'd lost more weight she pointed out (very correctly) that it must be my conscience talking - that is very true. Although I am still being careful with what I'm eating - I have been far from perfect, but I've obviously been better than I thought I had been!!!
In a post a couple of weeks ago Staring Dilema I mentioned the guy who had been staring at me (and me at him, of course). Well I went downstairs earlier today, near to his store-room/office. He was standing by the door. He was dressed in a tight, white t-shirt and dark blue jeans - and looking pretty good! We said hello to each other and asked the usual pleasantries as I lit my cigarette (yes, I'm back on the weed - but it's kinda under control). I'm still sure I wasn't imagining it but felt his eyes looking at me up and down as we chatted. His store-room is like an Aladdin's cave of groceries for the company he works for - filled with all kinds of soft drinks, teas, coffees, yogurts etc... He offered me a drink and I initially refused. He insisted so I took me a bottle of Cola Zero.
I jokingly told him that life couldn't be better with a cigarette in one hand and a bottle of coke in the other! He laughed in agreement and then added .... unless Julia Roberts or Angelina Jolie were standing with us in just their underwear. Is he genuinely straight or was he perhaps testing the ground to see how I would respond? I was very tempted to say that I don't really care for Angelina Jolie - but if her husband was walking past in just his underwear then it would be an entirely different story!!!
I would be very interested to hear from you all to find out how you would have reacted to the situation, what should I have said or done?
I changed the subject by telling him that he has the best room in the entire building - he's got all the supplies, he can close the door and nobody can hear or see what he's doing. Hoping he would invite me inside, lock the door and strip naked for me, alas, he didn't! But he did agree that he has the best room in the building!
I am so crap with these situations. I never know how to progress to more interesting situations. Will it just be a new fantasy because I'm reading too much into the situation or do I need to give clearer signals that I want his body???
As I finished the cigarette, we ended up going up in the lift together standing opposite each other, he got out before me and gave me a friendly wink and wished me a good day! Should I have stood closer to him in the lift?
I'm never sure if it's just my crap luck or whether I spend too much time looking for things that don't exist but I always find myself attracted to guys that leave me wondering "are they or aren't they?"
I'm sure I mentioned this guy in another post, but couldn't find it. He works for another company in the building in more of a blue collar job - in charge of their warehouse or something similar - I'm pretty sure he doesn't have an office job, as such. Anyway, a few months ago I noticed him by the lifts, he's older than me - I would assume very late 40s or early 50s. Dark skinned, short, buzzed hair, smooth arms around my height - well maintained for his age - he has a very serious look on his face at all times and a deep masculine voice (I'd heard him talking to others). I noticed him looking at me and immediately my gaydar began ringing very loud. I don't know why, but there was something in the way he looked at me that didn't seem right - as though the gaze was a couple of seconds longer than it should have been - it was almost more of a stare than a look. Naturally, I stared back!
This ping-pong looking at each other has been going on for a couple of months. I have been going downstairs to the car park - he seems to spend a lot of time in the store-room there (which makes me think that's where he works) he would look at me (while I'm having a cigarette) and I would look at him (he would also light up a cigarette when he saw me). But we never spoke, just looking at each other... until yesterday.
As I went out of the back door of the office towards the car park - he was standing by the door. Instinctively I kinda nodded at him to acknowledge him (I may be horny but I'm not rude!) and he immediately started talking to me. We began chatting about smoking and how we'd both given up many times but always come back to it. Despite his normally very serious, almost angry face, he was very smiley and we joked about things. He made it clear that he had a wife, as did I - but again, perhaps it's just me and my screwed-up head but it just didn't seem right. Not that I don't believe what he said just more that he was making it abundantly clear to me that he is married.
The conversation ended as our cigarettes burned out and we were talking about if he gives up smoking then he'll give up coffee and eating meat and the only thing he'd have left to enjoy would be staring at women. Was this to put me off the scent? Did I totally misread his stares? I'm not sure why, but I'm curiously attracted to him. I looked for him today but he wasn't around.
We shall see...naturally, you all will be the first to know if anything should develop.
I didn't want people to think I've stopped blogging in despair that Flirty office guy no longer works with me. It's not the case, we've spoken on the phone and on Skype. It seems no matte what we talk about it always ends up with huge sexual innuendos, which is always good. We are planning on meeting up soon one evening for a drink or something, not sure when that will happen.
Things with me are pretty much the same - still running around like a crazed person being a taxi driver - but I've got into a routine so it's not so bad. I'm still working late and still getting very horny about doing it - still not too sure why. I'm also full cycle again and horny as hell. I'm horny to the point where any guy I see no matter if he's old, young, short tall, thin or fat - he's a possible. Naturally, nothing ever comes of it - but who knows? Stranger things have happened.
I'm still dieting - I'm slowly beginning to feel quite good about myself - I can't remember if I blogged but I've now lost just over 10 kilos and I don't have another appointment with the dietitian for another 2 weeks - so hopefully I can lose some more by then. Because of my crazy schedule I don't have much time for walking-running which is a bit annoying because I really enjoyed it - but always manage at least once a week.
The wife's job seems to be going OK. She seems to be handling everything in her life pretty well - although it can be difficult. I hope it lasts - but it's looking good so far!
Just wanted to give a quick update of where I am - so any regular readers can be updated. I'd still love to receive emails, questions, pictures and comments from anyone who wants to make the effort.
Take care and thanks to all my new followers and those that regularly check out my blog!
Well yesterday was Flirty office guy's last day in the office. It was pretty uneventful. I'm sad he's gone - he was a good friend. I already called him today, I miss the interaction that we had between us! We are planning on meeting in the next few days to go out for a drink.
Keeping my fingers crossed we can get from picture 1 to picture 2 in the near future. What I wouldn't do for just five minutes with him.
But life goes on. A new guy started working in the office yesterday too, by coincidence, he's a hotty too - also married. But I think he might be one of those genuine straight guys - but we shall have to wait and see.
I'm just a pretty normal married, closeted gay guy on the outside and a pretty complex guy on the inside. I've had cancer and been through quite a lot of stuff. Just looking to have fun and share my experiences with others!