Okay, so here are the usual disclaimers. This story contains man-on-man sex between consenting adults. If you don't want to read such things, then stop here. The author reserves all copyrights to this work of fiction.
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The best days are the ones where everything seems to just work out right. This is the story of one of those days. It started out normally enough, dragging my ass out of bed, doing my minimal amount of push-ups (which is the only real exercise I'd been able to coerce myself into doing habitually), and taking my shower. When I got out of the shower and looked at myself in the mirror, I realized that the push-ups were paying off. I had lost some weight, and I could see some nice definition in my chest and arms. I stand about 6-foot tall and probably about 180-190 pounds. I avoid scales on principle. My brown hair had naturally fallen over to one side after towel-drying, and I figured if I could keep this casual, tousled look that I might just have a good hair day as well. I looked at my face in the mirror and noted the strong jaw line and the well-trimmed facial hair. I stared into my own deep, brown eyes, and thought, "You are actually good looking." This may sound conceited, but I think it's actually the first time I had said this to myself and really meant it without any reservations. Sure, I have my flaws, but doesn't everyone? So, you see that the day started out pretty darned well.
I drove to work, singing along to some happy, upbeat 80's tunes on a compilation CD, and I got to work in a really good mood. My boss assigned me yet more work to do as if I didn't already have more than I could possible get done, but I was used to that. Several people remarked that I was in an unusually good mood, and I just kept on smiling.
I had an appointment that afternoon with one of the team members of a project I had recently been assigned to, and I was dreading it, but I was also determined not to let it dampen my mood. You see, the company I work for had recently been purchased by another company overseas, and that company was a real international business. They had offices and clients all over the world, and their staff reflected this. Don't get me wrong, I'm not xenophobic or anything. It's just stressful and tiring working frequently with people who don't fully understand your language. I'm sure they feel the same way about me and my co-workers. Anyway, my general mood going into the meeting was wary but determined to have a good, productive meeting.
When I walked into the conference room, I was stunned by the guy sitting at the table. He had dark hair, eyes, and complexion, like most of the people from the main office I had worked with so far, but his face was well-formed and his eyes very intense. He also had a full, well-formed mouth, and when I got past the face, I noted that he seemed to have a nice body concealed beneath the "dress casual" button-down shirt he wore. I held out my hand and said, "Hi. You must be Alik. I'm Gary." He stood to shake my hand, and I realized he was about my height, if not a little taller.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Gary. I hope that we're going to be able to do great things together." His voice was deep, and I knew I was going to have a hard time focusing on what we were supposed to be discussing. I could happily just sit for an hour staring at him while listening to that deep, rich voice.
Nonetheless, I managed to pull myself together and get through the meeting without mishap except for maybe once or twice getting lost in his eyes, but he didn't seem to notice. As the meeting was coming to a close, he asked me if I was coming the development group's bar-be-que after work. I had been invited, but I hadn't really planned on attending. After discovering that he would be there I began to reconsider. What I actually said was, "I thought about it, but I wasn't sure how much fun a party organized by hard-core, nose-to-the-grindstone programmers was going to be." Right after the words left my mouth, I winced inwardly, afraid I might have offended him.
Luckily, he found my remark amusing, and he chuckled as he said, "Actually, I was thinking much the same thing, but I have to at least put in an appearance, and I was hoping you'd be there so I'd have someone fun to talk to. You seem like somebody I'd like to get to know better."
I couldn't believe my ears and quickly responded, "Well if we're going to be working together, I wouldn't want to get off on the wrong foot by letting you down." Inwardly I chuckled at the use of "get off" in my response, and I hoped he'd be anything but "down."
"Great! Then I'll see you there."
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As I approached the park where the bar-be-que was being held, I saw there was a huge group of geeky-looking folks at one of the pavilions, and figured that must be the group I was looking for. There were actually a good number of more active folks playing frisbee nearby. As I parked the car and then approached, I felt my heart jump into my throat. There was Alik playing Frisbee in shorts and a t-shirt. He had broad shoulders, a well-defined chest, and long, muscular legs. I also couldn't help but notice that he seemed to fill out his shorts very well. He called out to me, and it didn't take me long to join in the fun. I watched Alik pretty closely as we played. He moved gracefully, and it was often hard to keep my eyes on the game.
After a while, they rang the bell signaling that food was ready, and the game broke up in favor of dinner. I grabbed a plate, got my food, and picked a shady spot under a tree to eat my meal. It wasn't very long before Alik sauntered up and sat down right beside me. When he sat down, his leg ended up pressed pretty hard against mine. Unlike most men I know, this didn't seem to bother him, and I began to wonder if maybe he shared my feelings of interest. Throughout the course of our meal, we chatted, and he would occasionally shift position, which would result in his leg rubbing against mine. I was beginning to get a little excited, and I had to shift my own position to hide it. He must have notice, because the next thing he did was to stretch his arms wide in a huge yawn, and then he leaned back on his elbows, and spread his legs out in front of him, putting one leg completely against mine. In this position, there was no mistaking the rather large bulge in his shorts. I couldn't take my eyes off of it for a moment, and I vaguely recall hearing him say, "I thought so." He quickly changed his position before anyone else could notice and added, "Would you care to come back to the hotel bar with me for a beer to chase down this food?"
I was nervous, but he smiled at me, and I stammered an agreement of some sort. He said that he had ridden to the park with someone else and asked if minded driving. Of course I didn't mind. He told me he'd meet me at the car and went to tell his original ride that he was leaving with me.
I got to the car, and he arrived shortly after me. We got into the car, and we were off. The mood was entirely different now. There was a tension in the air, and it seemed unusually hot. I unbuttoned the top few buttons of my shirt, and I noticed he was watching me... No, he was staring at me, with a very intense and sultry gaze. He reached over, took my hand, and placed it firmly on his leg. I wasn't sure what to do. "Go ahead," he said. "I know you want to." He tensed his leg muscles, and my hand began to move. It almost seemed to have it's own mind. It slowly stroked up and down his leg, feeling his tight muscles, and on each stroke, my hand got closer to his crotch. There seemed to be a lot of heat emanating from his groin, and my hand was drawn to it. He reclined his seat and moaned softly as my hand finally grazed his tightly packed shorts. I inched my fingers inside the leg opening, and was surprised when I encountered nothing but flesh. He reached down with one hand and unbuttoned the top of his shorts, loosening the material and giving me easier access. I kept glancing over, and his cock looked huge straining against the fabric of his shorts. When my fingers finally reached his shaft, he moaned loudly, and I grasped his hot cock firmly, feeling it pulse in my grip. It was as big as it looked. My thumb and fingers couldn't even meet around its girth.
We had reached the hotel, and I parked in a corner of the lot so that no one could see what we were doing. I asked if he wanted to go inside. He said, "Just suck me now!" I was a little stunned, but he put a hand on the back of my neck and pulled my head down into his lap. I didn't resist. It felt so good feeling that hard cock pressed against my face. He lifted his hips up to meet me, and I realized he was removing his shorts. In no time at all, his huge, hard pole was slapped against my cheek, and he growled, "You want it, don't you?" I tried to turn my head, but he still had one hand behind my neck, and he held me tightly as he continued to slap his huge prick against my face. "You want it, don't you? Tell me how you want it."
I was beyond caring at this point. I did want it, and I wanted it badly. "Yes!"
"Tell me how you want it."
"I want it badly. Please let me suck it."
"Suck it, cocksucker!" With that he pulled my head up and placed his cock at my mouth. Just as I opened my mouth, he thrust upward while pushing my head down. I hadn't realized just how big he was until I felt it stretching my mouth open. I was sure I'd never had anyone this large before, and he wasn't giving me any time to adjust. He started thrusting, and I was beginning to gag. He let up on my neck for a moment, but he wouldn't let his cock come out of my mouth. "I know you want it all. Take your time, cocksucker, and do me right. I know you can take me."
With that he started again, but more slowly this time. I felt his huge head pressing against the back of my throat on each thrust of his mighty hips. He begain grunting and moaning, and that spurred me onward. He would occasionally murmur things like, "Oh yeah, that feels so good."
After a little while of this he said, "I gotta' have more. C'mon, baby. Open up and let me in." I began breathing deeply through my nose, and I tried to relax my throat. I felt it happen, as his cockhead suddenly popped into my throat. He roared a deep and guttural, "Yeessssssss," and he began pumping again, this time deeper and deeper into my throat on each thrust. It was easier once it was in. I kept feeling the shaft slide back and forth deeper and deeper, but he had plenty of skin which didn't actually move much and made it all easier for me. After a while he was pumping so deeply that I couldn't even breathe through my nose any more, but I didn't care. I sucked in as much air as I could on each outward thrust, loving the way he filled my throat on each time in. I couldn't believe I was taking this monster cock so deeply when I felt his pubic hairs at my nose. He held me there for a moment, and I felt his huge, hard cock begin to throb. He held me tightly by the back of the head and then started thrashing and moaning loudly. I felt the monster swell even larger, plugging me up completely. I couldn't have moved if I wanted to, and then it started pulsing. I felt it as each shot of hot, boiling cum traveled up the length of that incredible shaft, and poured itself deep into my gullet. I loved it! I wanted it! I wanted more! I felt pulse after pulse, wave after wave, and I began to pull back. He allowed me to withdraw part-way, but not completely. I heard him growling, "Yeah, eat it. Suck it all down." I caught the last few shots in my mouth. It was a dark and savory flavor, entirely appropriate for him.
After he was completely spent, he pulled me off of his prick. I saw it for the first time clearly, just before he started to tuck it away. I couldn't believe my eyes, and I couldn't believe that had been all the way inside of me.
Somewhat nonchalantly he said, "Thanks. I know we're going to work well together, and those late-nighters close to deadline are going to be a lot more fun than usual." He gave me a meaningful look, and then got out of the car and headed back to his hotel room. He was right. We worked very well together, and the late-nighters at the office... on the conference room table, at my desk, in the men's bathroom, in my boss's office... Well, they were all spectacular.
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