Office gay story of a fun time with colleague: 2
Kinky gay sex story: “Here we go” he handed me one glass while picking up another for him.
We clinked cheers and settled in a relaxed position on our seats. Having already broken the shell of formal decency, we started chatting directly about our sexual experiences. He informed that he is into it since his college days and has had countless encounters till date. He loves his sales job because it requires him to travel and he gets to engage with new partner every place, every time he travels.
He said proudly that his physique has always gotten him any partner he wished to enjoy with. He said he has a good appetite for sex that keeps him looking for an encounter.
He said he has gotten even the straight guys to engage with him due to his sexy physique, he told it does not take him long to seduce a man and become his top or at least make him engage in a blow job. At times when he does not get anybody, he would seduced the room service guy to have a quickie.
“Have you done that in this hotel?” I asked. “Never” he quipped.
“May be today is the day” I said.
“Why” his tone was not that of exclamation or surprise but was like someone demanding explanation.
“Because I too am top” I said, smiling. He looked hurt, he took a moment to absorb this input and said “No, I don’t think that is required. I feel we can still manage between us”
He remained silent for some time as if thinking over something, taking large sips of the drink. Then said in a tone of admittance “It’s not that I have never been bottom but I love being top, I love hairy guys and their hairy ass.”
“That means he has noticed my chest hair” I thought and that only meant that further acts are going to be exciting. We continued drinking, pretty high both of us; I commented, “Saara time tera bulge hi dekhna hai kya, maal ke darshan bhi to karao”
He placed his glass on the table, got up and removed his jeans and threw them in the same style of that when he removed his T-shirt. He was wearing a designer sando giving a breathtaking hardened tool trapped inside.
I was unable to decide which part of his body was sexier, he was very shapely, smooth and a complete dynamite. Never in my life had I seen such an exciting sexy package.
He saw my excitement on my face and my dropped jaw, I was literally drooling. He came near to me and said;”Hosh udd gaye kya janeman, asli to abhi bhi covered hai”.
For me his body itself was enough treat, but I asked “Toh der kis baat ki hai?” and pulled him beside me on sofa and started feeling his smooth body, hugging him tightly.
“No no!” He stopped me, “I want to feel your body as well” and started unbuttoning my office shirt.
“I have not freshened up” I hesitated and started removing the shirt myself. He smiled and said “That’s even better”
Without waiting long enough for me to remove my shirt and vest he pushed me down on the big sofa where I was seating, jumped at me and started sniffing my arm pits. I was lying with my head resting on the side cushion and sort of hands up position.
“Damn!!” he groaned, “your sweat smells intoxicating and that mix of deo with sweat is just what I like most” and he madly started sniffing my arm pits.
So he wants things dirty, I thought; it was exactly opposite to my liking; but my thought was interrupted as Ankush had started licking my under arm hair.
“Ummm” he exclaimed, “How soft n sexy!”
This was second time someone licking my armpits and I certainly was enjoying it but the madness Ankush exhibited was amusing me. But keeping my armpits open for Ankush inhibited my hand movement and it was getting difficult to remain inactive when such a superbly sexy man was so close to me.
So I lifted my feet up and using my toe-thumb I managed to remove his underwear with a jerk. Ankush cursed in pain as his hardened tool, which got tangled in the elastic of the underwear, snapped out and slapped against his abs.
Due to our positions, I was not able to see his tool but his smooth round bum was clearly visible. I shifted my position making more room for my legs and started using them to feel Ankush’s thighs with my foot. The feel of smooth muscular thighs was making me restless and impatient to play with his body.
I positioned myself so that I was able to move my one leg between his and then started moving my foot over his inner thighs and to move it right up till I could touch his balls. This act succeeded in getting Ankush moan and break his frenzy. He looked at me approvingly and said “Wow!”
Ankush now shifted his attention to my nipples and started playing with them using his tong. He was also sniffing my chest hair, was rubbing his face into them and sometime pulling them by his pursed lips. His hands caressing my body hair, on my forearms, my abs and also my thighs.
“No, I don’t mind being your bottom” he murmured, kissing my chest all over.
This was all very exciting for me, now that Ankush had ceased licking my armpits my hands were free so I quickly took this opportunity and started feeling his back using my hands while still using my foot to feel his inner thighs.
As he found my body hair exciting, I went mad with touch of his smooth muscular body, I wanted to keep feeling it, on and on; all of his body. But no matter for how long I pawed it didn’t seem enough.
Abruptly Ankush stopped and excused himself saying he needed to go to washroom. The washroom had that see thru glass and Ankush had kept the blinds up, thus he was visible to me sitting out there. I took my glass and started enjoying a visual sex treat gulping my hard drink.
Ankush looked shapely, perfect body; the lamp above highlighting his muscles with his sexy smooth body shining like a Roman statue… Smooth and fascinating. His round firm ass cheeks very inviting, as if saying “Come, see if your tool has guts to enter our crack.” I made me a drink again and finished it bottoms up.
Ankush was still continuing, both his hands on his waist and looking down at his tool. I was now fully hard and unable to wait any longer; I just wandered into thoughts of my sex with Ankush.
The sound of flush made an annoying realization that my bladders were full too. I have been drinking and not relieved myself since I left office.
I cursed myself for this break and entered washroom just when Ankush was coming out, he gave a quizzical look like “What are you doing here?” but my eyes fell down to get first look of his semi-hard tool. Needless to say, that too was smooth, clean shaven and cut.
The tool was straight, neither too long nor too thick; as if like Ankush had taken pain to keep his tool in shape, just like his body. As for the size, he seemed to be proving the myth right that the bodybuilders have small tool.
It was very dark, contrasting to his uniformed colored fair body and the head looked like a big purple strawberry.
Fantasizing me eating his tool I was like “Must be yummy” and then noticed that he is giving me a look.
“I too need a leak” I said. He looked at my erected tool trapped in my underwear, gave a long whistle and pulled me towards him and gripped my tool over the underwear. Touch of his smooth body was super exciting and I felt that his hand motions on my dick would make me cum immediately. At the same time, my bladders were telling me to hurry.
“No!” I exclaimed, “It’s urgent”
He ignored me. “Why waste? I need a shower yaar, but first the lollipop” he smiled and said.
He sat down in front of me, on his knees and pulled down my underwear with a jerk, not bothering that my hard-hard tool was stuck. I cried with pain and reckoned he gave me a tit-for-tat.
But he was not bothered, he was just looking at what was revealed by the removing the underwear. The fascination on his face puzzled me, the way he was describing his encounters, he surely would have seen many better sceneries.
“Oh! Oh!! Oh!!!! Abey BxxxnCxxxd! Tere ko sharam nahi aati yeh sab chhupake rakha tha” he shouted. I was still not sure what he meant, but he did not bother to explain and started sniffing and licking my pubes like a mad. I realized that I had not trimmed my jungle for many days and Ankush had said he likes hairy stuff.
His behavior, his excitement was beyond me as I always found uncleansed, hairy private parts disgusting. However, Ankush made my disgust evaporate by giving me terrific sexitement with his licking. I was dying to have him eat my tool but no, he was just concentrating on my pubes, licking them, pulling them by pursing lips.
His style was unfamiliar to me, nonetheless, I was enjoying his treat but my bladders reminded me that they can’t wait any longer.
I told Ankush about it but he just ignored and shifted his focus to my balls, they eagerly welcomed his long, warm & sticky tong and sent flood of pleasure waves all across my body. Ankush had many more surprises for me, he started biting my scrotum skin with his teeth, as if trying to grind. I was moaning loudly now with uncontrolled excitement and the bladder pressure.
Kinky gay sex story of a wild piss shower on colleague
After a while I found myself totally confused, whether I am going to cum or pee; Ankush’s was just awesome but his aggressive act was getting little annoying. Suddenly I found that my bladders took over and released the hot fountain out, leaking through my fully hard tool was painful experience; I cried and cursed.
Ankush instantly held my tool and directed it on his face. He held and moved my tool like hand shower and started taking it all over his face, chest. He moaned loudly taking the hot pee shower on his tits.
Moving hardened tool was making it more painful for me to continue with my leak, but the noise that Ankush has been making, the satisfaction on his face made me forget my pain. He was speaking filthy and was abusive as well. The well-mannered executive was no longer seen.
By the time my bladders emptied themselves completely, my tool had turned soft. Ankush kissed it gently, stood up and gave me a tight hug. “BC, tera to moot bhi khatarnak tha”, I felt happy having stood the partner’s expectation.
To be continued…
