Chapter One – Joe’s Point of View
As I gazed down at him as he slept in our bed, I thought how lucky I am and how magical those two words ‘our bed’ seemed as I considered my new relationship with this handsome guy I had admired for ages.
I first saw him as we passed walking in opposite directions across the cathedral close in the center of town. I was on my lunch break and making my way to a new bar I had discovered where I could get a light, inexpensive meal. I was certain that he caught my eye and I was tempted to look back but dared not be that obvious. As I sat over my midday meal my mind was filled with his image; that cropped blond hair and designer stubble that glinted in the noon day sun. He was about my height, no more than six feet, slim built that suggested he worked out on a regular basis. I knew that I had to see him again; it was if my life depended upon it. Hell, I had never felt that way about a complete stranger before in the whole of my twenty-three years on this planet.
Next day I kept my eye on the clock on the wall opposite my desk. I was anxious to leave the office at the exact same time as yesterday in the hope that our paths would cross again at the same point. The minutes seemed to drag but then it was time and I made my way to the door. I was about to step out when a voice called out ‘Hey Joe, can you spare a minute?’ It was he boss. Could I pretend I hadn’t heard him? In a split second I consider my options. Stay and see what he wanted me for and miss the object of my desire or ignore him and hope to meet Mr Gorgeous. The boss was not a man to be crossed, so I turned to face him and followed him to his office. He pointed to a chair and told me to take a seat. ‘This won’t take too long,’ he said. ‘I want you to meet Alan here who will be joining us next week.’
I was suddenly aware that there was someone else in the room and looking in his direction my jaw dropped as I realized he was the guy I was hoping to see as I walked to my lunch spot. I felt a complete idiot as I blushed and stammered, ‘H…h…hi!’ as I took the hand he offered to shake with mine. His touch sent an electric tingle up my arm and down my spine. ‘Pleased to meet you,’ he said with a smile that would launch a fleet of ships.
‘I was hoping that you could take Alan to lunch and tell him something about our organisation and how we work here. I have booked a table at the Grand. I had intended to take Alan myself but something urgent has come up. The meal will be on my tab; can you stand in for me?’
Is the Pope Catholic? I subconsciously asked myself. ‘Er… Yes, I would be happy to do so,’ I said trying to sound nonchalant and not too over enthusiastic. ‘If you have something planned, I can always ask Reggie,’ the boss said.
‘No!’ I exclaimed, ‘I have nothing planned. I will be delighted to take Alan to lunch.’
‘Good, that’s all set then. The table is reserved for fifteen minutes from now,’ the boss said as he glanced at his watch. ‘Now you must excuse me. I have to phone head office rather urgently.’ Alan stood, looking at me; I smiled and made for the door with him following closely behind me.
‘I have a feeling that I may have seen you somewhere before,’ Alan said as we walked out from the building. So he did notice me when our paths crossed. I decided to play it cool and relied that I did not think he had and that he may have mistaken me for someone else.
‘No… I remember. I saw you walking across the cathedral close… It was about this time yesterday.’
‘Well, I did go that way. Fancy you remembering me,’ I replied. He smiled his sweet smile at me and said, ‘You’re a pretty hot looking guy, it would be hard not to notice you and remember you.’
‘Ha ha,’ I laughed. ‘Flattery will get you wherever you want to go.’
‘Hmm… I wonder,’ Alan said as we reached the hotel entrance and made our way through the lobby to the dining room. We were greeted by the MD who checked us off on the reservations list and directed to our table. A waiter appeared and handed us menus and asked if we would like something to drink. We both settled for a glass of wine and set about making our choices from the menu. I found it difficult to concentrate in view of Alan’s last remark. What did it imply I wondered? The remainder of our conversation over lunch was about the office and its organisational structure. I could hardly complain as that was what the boss had sent us to the hotel restaurant for.
We returned to the work place about an hour after we had left and I took Alan up to the boss’s office. ‘Ah, so you are back,’ the boss remarked. ‘I hope you found the time you spent with Joe useful?’ he said to Alan.
‘Yes sir, he was able to give me a good insight into the workings of things here and I am sure I shall be happy working for this company.’
‘Thanks, Joe,’ the boss told me. ‘Alan, you are due to start on Monday. When you arrie at the office ask for Joe and he will see that you are properly settled in. OK Joe?’
‘Sure, only too pleased,’ I replied. The boss said that I could get back to work as there were just a few more points he wanted to cover with Alan before he left. I said goodbye to Alan and we shook hands again and once more I felt that tingle. The guy certainly turned me on and I could not wait until I saw him again.
Well I did see him again, it was destined that I should be the one to show him the ropes and we worked alongside one another. Alan was a quick learner and soon became very efficient at his job. The boss saw this and gave me due credit for Alan’s progress. We soon became the chosen pair when the boss wanted special assignments carried out and we enjoyed working together. However, our lives went their separate ways once the day’s work was finished. Alan and I would take a light lunch together most days but he was not one of those guys who had much to say about his private life. We discussed work, sport, music and movies but it never got beyond that. Consequently, he was a bit of a mystery. I knew he lived alone and that his family lived many miles away. It was noticeable that he did not talk about women as so many guys do, so I began to wonder whether he was gay but dare not ask him. I am gay of course but not camp so my closet is still firmly closed, I guess. I satisfied my yearnings for him by enjoying our close working relationship, not daring to jeopardize the situation in any way as I hoped that one day my desires could be fulfilled.
Eventually, things took an upturn. On morning, the boss called me into his office and explained that there was a problem with the computer system at our branch a hundred or so miles away on the coast. Jeffery, the guy who would normally be despatched to sort the matter out was on his summer vacation and I was the next man in line for the task. ‘Drive over, take as long as it takes and make sure that those people in the branch are fully conversant with the system. We can’t afford to lose business through their inability to do the job properly. While you’re at it take Alan along. The experience will be good for him and he can be back-up for you should you be away at the same time as Jeffery. My secretary will make the necessary hotel arrangements for you both.’
I didn’t need to be told twice and quickly returned to my desk to explain the situation to Alan. I kept my fingers crossed, hoping that he would not come up with some excuse as to why he could not accompany me. To my delight he jumped at the opportunity. I drove home to pick up all I would need for the trip, taking Alan with me. We then drove over to his place so that he could pack a bag as well. He admired my apartment while I was packing and I was interested to see his pad. Like him it was neat to the point of being like a show home. The furnishing was tasteful and uncluttered. The more I learned about this guy the more I felt drawn to him. The unsigned abstract paintings on his walls did not give any clues to his sexual preferences and when I remarked upon them he said that his brother was the artist. In no time we were on the Interstate highway heading for the coast.
The traffic was light as the main morning rush hour was over by the time we were travelling west and we were both feeling relaxed. We had some light classical music playing on the car radio and Alan was humming or singing along with a sweet tenor voice. He also became very chatty as he commented upon the country we passed through, other vehicles on the road and this was the first time that he had sat alongside me, for when we took lunch we would sit on opposite sides of the table. Alan was a guy who spoke with his hands, using gesticulations to emphasize what he was saying and sat as we were, side by side in the car, he was also surprisingly tactile. More than once, I felt his hand on my thigh as he drew my attention to something that had caught his eye.
This wholly welcome touch began to have an effect on me and I felt a stirring in my groin and as I allowed my imagination to run wild, I was aware of a tell-tale dampness in my underwear. ‘Oh my God!’ I thought to myself, ‘stop touching me Alan or my light coloured shorts will show the results to the world when I step from this car!’ Fortunately for me we saw the signs announcing a lunch stop a mile ahead, so we pulled off the road and went into the diner. We sat opposite one another as we ate our burgers and fries. Alan continued to chat and every now and then our eyes met and I felt a thrill as he smiled at me. This had to be more than just two work colleagues at lunch together, I thought.
After our meal we continued our journey and eventually pulled into the parking lot alongside the branch office we were to visit. We went inside and made ourselves known to the manager who suggested that it was a little late in the day to start work and that we might prefer to check in at our hotel and make a start first thing next day. We agreed and following his instructions we made our way to the hotel. The desk clerk took our names and checked his computer. ‘Oh, I see you are booked for a double room, one that has a queen sized bed.’
‘Just the one bed?’ I asked casting a nervous glance in Alan’s direction. The expression on his face told me nothing, so I could not judge his reaction to this news.
‘Yes, when the booking was taken it appeared that you were a couple and not two guys travelling together. I hope that is not a problem as the hotel is full and I cannot offer you any alternative accommodation.’ I looked at Alan and he nodded, so I took it that he had no objection to us sharing a room and a bed. I told the clerk that we would take the room and that if and when an alternative became available, perhaps he would let us know. We took the key card and made our way up to the room. The one double bed stood on the center of the longest wall between the door and the window and dominated the room. I felt myself blush at my thoughts of what could happen in and upon those thirty six or so square feet if Alan was of a like mind. Even now his sexuality remained a mystery to me.
He broke the silence. ‘I’m going to take a shower,’ he said.
‘Good idea,’ I replied.
‘OK if I go first?’ he said.
‘No you go ahead, I’ll unpack my stuff and put it away while you use the bathroom.’
Alan had dumped his holdall beside the bed and quickly kicked off his shoes and stripped down to his boxers. I busied myself with my unpacking trying to avoid looking as though I was checking him out. I have to admit I was and I liked what I saw. He made his way into the bathroom and closed the door behind him. I heard the lavatory flush before the door reopened a crack and his boxers hit the ded as he threw them out. They fell to the floor as he close the door again. I did something I had never done before… I picked up the abandoned boxers and bunched them over my nose as I took in a deep, deep breath. The smell made my head spin, a mix of whatever had been used in their laundering with a heady burst of musky man-smell. I had seen this done in porno films but this was a new experience to me and one that set my hormones racing. Fearful of being seen I threw the boxers back where they had landed.
I quickly finished my unpacking, stowing my supply of clean clothes in my half of the closet and I then opened up a paper-back that I had brought along and sat on the bed casually reading it – well appearing to be reading it while my thoughts raced over what I had just done. The shower stopped running and shortly after Alan emerged from the bathroom with a towel around his waist.
‘OK, it’s all yours,’ he said and I got up from the bed and just as he had done, I stripped down to my briefs and went into the bathroom all too aware that my package was displaying a significant bulge. I closed the door and hesitated after I had taken off by briefs, wondering whether I should throw them into the bedroom of keep them in the bath room. ‘What the hell,’ I thought and opened the door and pitched them over to my side of the bed.
Chapter Two – Alan’s Point of View
I am pretending to be asleep. I know he is looking down at me… again! I feel trapped. I wish he would get up and go to the bathroom. Then I could slink out to the kitchen and get myself a coffee to calm my jangled nerves. I feel him moving away… good he is getting up at last and going to the bathroom. I put up with this every morning. He’s gone! I’m creeping to the kitchen and making myself a quick coffee.
When we first met, the morning I went for the interview at the place where Joe worked I was pleased to meet him. We g on well together and then e were sent on that trip to the coast to sort out the computer problem at the sub-branch. I was not entirely happy to find that we would not only share a room but also a bed when we booked into the hotel. He was behaving oddly as we drove over. He kept pressing his thigh against me at every opportunity. At first I thought it was accidental but then it became obvious. He seemed delighted when we were told of the cock up over the hotel booking; I just had to go along with it.
As a bi-sexual man, I had had flings with partners of both sexes; my guess from the start was that Joe was a closet gay and that he was totally inexperienced. When we arrived in the room at the hotel, I opted for a shower. I was hot from the drive and I couldn’t resist giving Joe a chance to check me out. I flung my boxers onto the floor near the bed, feeling sure that they would be attracted to him – I know his type. Once I had showered, I was certain that he had picked them up as they were where I had thrown them but somehow seemed neatly folded rather than in the heap that I had left them. A a further tease, after he had gone to take his own shower, I rummaged through my bag to find a pair of sexy Andrew Christian briefs – the kind with no back to them. When he came out from the bathroom, I was sat up on the bed reading a paperback I had brought along with me. I had ignored his briefs and they lay where he had thrown them. As he bent to pick them up the towel he had round his waist fell to the floor, exposing his neat butt and semi-hard cock.
‘That looks good,’ I said and watched him blush and rapidly replace the towel. ‘You no need to be shy. Come here,’ I said as I patted the bed beside me. I shifted slightly so that he could catch a glimpse of my exposed ass. He sat alongside me and retained the towel.
‘Do we really need this?’ I said as I grabbed t and pulled it off him. He muttered ‘No,’ his voice hoarse as his throat dried in anticipation of my next move. I ran my hand up his thigh and let it rest where his leg met his crotch. His ball sac was touching the back of my hand.
‘I haven’t done this before,’ he murmured.
‘Done what?’ I asked.
‘You know… been with a guy.’
‘No…‘ Joe replied, blushing as red as a traffic light. I brought my hand up to his chin and turned his face toward me so that I could kiss him. I felt his lips part after a second or so and I pushed my tongue between them. He began to respond and he turned his body toward me and put his hand on my chest. Aware that I would have to give a lead, I took hold of his semi-hard dick and pulled on it until it began to respond to my hand.
Joe placed his hand on the bulge in the front of my AC briefs. With a hand behind his head, I pushed him down so that he nose was buried in my package. ‘You like that smell don’t you?’ I said recalling how he must have checked out my boxers. He continued to nuzzle my package and I felt the damp as he began to lick my erection through the cotton fabric.
‘You can take it out, if you like,’ I said encouragingly. He needed no further prompting and he pulled down the top of the briefs to expose my erection in all its glory. My uncut seven inches stands up close to my belly when fully aroused and I could see the wonder in his eyes as he appraised it. He hesitated before doing more, showing his inexperience to the full.
‘Here let me,’ I said and moved so that I was poised to suck his dick. ‘Lesson one,’ I thought as I gave him head as much as a demonstration for him to follow as anything else. He responded by laying back and gasping with pleasure.
‘This new to you? I asked. He gurgled what sounded very much a yes and continued to service my cock with increasing expertise after initially giving me an unexpected and undesired scrape with his front teeth. He proved a willing and apt pupil much to my delight. I put a hand on his head and brought my cock further into his throat, he gagged a little but soon got the hang of that. This guy was learning fast, I thought. He continued to low me and I began to feel my climax building. ‘Should I,’ I asked myself, ‘or should I not warn him and give him the chance to avoid a mouthful of my juice?’ I played it like the devil I am and let the full wad hit his tonsils. I had not jerked off for a couple of days and the load he received was plentiful, while I got a very pleasant feeling as the relief hit my senses like a rocket.
The very least I could do was to return the favour, so I set about sucking him off in the most proficient way I knew how. Joe clearly enjoyed it and was left gasping as I held his cum in my mouth and shared it with him in a creamy kiss. This session wasn’t to end there. Joe showed considerable fascination in my exposed butt cheeks and I told him that my ass was a safe place to go. I knelt on the bed so that he could inspect my hole up close and he soon was experimenting with his tongue. He had learned much from watching porn and was soon putting that knowledge to good effect.
‘I’ve got some condoms, if you want to fuck me,’ I said. Joe stopped riming my ass and held out his hand for a rubber. His cock was hard and he had soon slipped the sheath on his erection. I suggested that he used some spit to ensure it was sufficiently lubricated to penetrate my tight butt. I gasped as he plunged into me none too gently.
‘Joe, take it easy and make it last. That way we shall both get more from this,’ I explained. But novice that he was he was riding me like a bucking bronco and he came all too soon. We lay side by side for a time and he then asked me to fuck him. So I did and showed him how to play it cool and make the good time that much better.
After we had finished our sex play we lay on the bed and Joe was saying how good it had been and that we should be a couple and live together. I did not know how to tell him that I had no desire to enter into a monogamous arrangement. I wanted to remain a free spirit and play the field. Joe was OK for a fuck buddy but as for long term, I guess he was not really my type. Who was? I was still looking. Ok, so Joe would be my colleague at work, we could fuck now and then but as for making any kind of permanent arrangement – no thank you, sir.
‘We’ll talk about it later,’ I said, taking the coward’s way out. ‘For now, I’m tired and must sleep, we have an early start in the morning if we are to sort out the computer in the office.
Chapter Three – Joe’s Point of View
As I continued to look down at Allan I was wishing that he would wake but he was still deeply sleeping. I continued to fantasise over the thought of this shared hotel bed being ‘our bed’. I was so hoping that he would take up my suggestion of the previous night and that we would live together as a couple. As I sat thinking along these lines I felt the increasing pressure on my bladder and reluctantly, I had no alternative but to make a dash for the bathroom. As I spilled my urine into the white porcelain of the lavatory bowl I wanted more than anything to hear Allan tap at the bathroom door and come in to join me.
Last night had been such a wonder to me. After countless hours of watching and guiltily jerking off to gay porn, at last I had lost my virginity to a real man. He was just as hot as ever I imagined and it was beyond my wildest dreams to have him of all people to introduce me and train me in the arts of gay sex. His hands are soft and smooth, not clammy while his lips give the most exquisite pleasure. I had no idea that my nipples could be that sensitive but when he licked them and gently nipped them with his teeth I was sent spinning like a top. God! What a sensation. His hand on my cock, so different from when I touched it and jerked off by myself and when his fingers played with my balls, I trembled all over with the most amazing sensation.
Having watched porn stars giving head, I always wondered what it would feel like. Now I know – he gave me head that brought me off all too soon. I guess that having gone over that initial hurdle; I will be able to hold back long enough to really enjoy a blow job. When I had his cock in my mouth I was totally overcome by it. He moved his hips, pushing the hard rod deep into my throat once I had got the hang of it and when he shot his load I felt that we had bonded for ever more. The taste was salty but sweet at the same time, I had tasted my own cum but this was like manna from heaven!
As I stood in the shower with these memories of our first night together, I was hard as ever I had been. I just longed for Allen to step into the bathroom to join me but it was not to be. Instead, I used the soap to slick my dick and with a finger in my ass I jerked off fantasizing about Allan’s tight butt hole as it appeared in those sexy briefs he wore. I had shot my load and my dick had retracted when at last Allen did come into the bathroom. I could see him through the shower screen although it was almost entirely covered in condensation.
‘Hope you don’t mind,’ he said. ‘But I need to piss and could not wait any longer.’ I wiped some of the steam from the glass panel and saw him standing over the bowl with his semi hard cock in his hand as he urinated. He shook off the last drops and turned to wash his hands in the sink. He was naked and I could again get a full on view of his delectable ass. I turned off the shower and stepped out, grabbing a towel to dry myself. Allan, without speaking entered the shower and closed the sliding door. I could see him outlined against the steam covered glass as he bent to turn on the water and was tempted to join him. As he had not suggested that I do so, I reluctantly left the bathroom and got dressed ready to go down to the hotel dining room for breakfast.
Chapter Four – Alan’s Point of View
I thought he would never finish in the shower. My bladder was painful as I needed to piss so much. I could not hold out any longer, so risking his sexual advances I went into the bathroom and stood over the bowl letting my piss stream free. The feeling was so intense it was almost like an orgasm. His eyes were on me but I ignored him. He stepped from the shower and after I washed my hands, though why I don’t know – I was going to shower before going for breakfast, it was just habit I suppose; something that was dinned into me as a kid ‘Wash your hands NOW Alan,’ my mom would shout. Joe went through to the bedroom as I got into the shower. He had hesitated as though I might ask him to join me but he just did not turn me on. I had decided that he was not my type.
The warm jet of the shower soon took my mind off my unsatisfactory experience with Joe and my mind turned to a guy I had shared a room with in college. Now he was sexy. Sexy as hell and as I thought about him my cock grew hard and I began to stroke it. The soap acted as a lube and I lost my mind to long nights of pleasure in our shared college dorm. Concerned about the time I was taking and the thought that Joe was all too aware of what I might be doing, I gave my cock a few more quick jerks and shot my load. As my erection subsided I pissed a few drops to wash out the cum before stepping out to dry myself. Joe was sat on the bed reading the newspaper that had been delivered to our room door. We exchanged smiles and I quickly dressed and we went down for breakfast.
Neither of us referred to the events of the previous night and soon we were checking out and making our way to the branch office to put the computer system to rights. I still had the problem of dealing with Joe’s suggestion that we move in together. Joe did not appeal to me but he is a decent sort of guy and I need to let him down gently.