My summer working in my mother’s shop continued, which meant almost daily contact with John and his unsuspecting partner Alan. John and I had several more meets at their house, but in between we flirted and teased up a storm at work when the opportunity arose!
It sounds cruel but it was also a real thrill was being so close to someone whilst secretly going behind his back with his partner. On a couple of occasions I got super turned on whilst chatting to Alan about some mundane thing, knowing that the day before I had been fucking his boyfriend in their bed!
John was very clear that he was a total bottom. He loved servicing me with his hands, mouth and tongue, but his greatest pleasure was having me fuck him, bareback and in a variety of positions. I loved this, but was hoping that my arse would also get some attention, but no such luck.
Knowing Johns preferences I assumed Alan was a top, and have to admit I became a bit infatuated with the thought of him. Almost every time I masturbated I had a vision of him ramming his cock into me like a piston.
He was always friendly and funny, but increasingly I looked at him with lust, trying to imagine what he would look like naked, what his mouth and body would taste and feel like, etc. I even tried a bit of hopeless flirting but to no avail.
After yet another hot and torrid session in bed with John i asked him about Alan. I wanted to know about him sexually, which John was happy to share, but also find out if he had ever mentioned me. He confirmed my suspicion that Alan was a top who loved to be in control and, I was thrilled to learn, had on several occasions brought home a younger man for them to share after a night out. As for me, all Alan had said was that I was a handsome lad, and had on occasion wondered if I was bi, as I never seemed to have a regular girlfriend.
I admitted to John that i was hot for Alan, and would love to find myself in bed with them both, but John said that he couldn’t initiate this, as it would be out of character, as their past experiments had been entirely at Alan’s instigation and control.
Things remained like this until one boiling hot day things took a turn. I was in the back room as usual where, with no a/c and despite wedging the delivery doors open, it was like an oven. I was just in a pair of running shorts and a vest top, but was still sweating buckets as I moved stuff around. Alan was working in his shop, and popped in several times to pick things up and share a complaint about the heat. He said I was lucky, as at least I got to wear minimal clothes, whereas he was sweltering in his shirt and trousers.
Later that afternoon he asked for a favour. He had huge piles of old stock and general junk cluttering up his half of the storeroom, and had finally arranged for its collection, but first it all needed boxing up. He had just heard that whoever it was that was going to collect it would be there the following morning, so he had to act fast, and would I mind staying back to give him a hand?
After both stores closed and everyone else left we got to work. It was hot, sweaty and dirty. Alan started out wearing his clothes but after a couple of minutes took off his shirt. I said “good idea” and whipped off my sodden and filthy vest top. Getting a little more air to our bodies helped, and allowed me to sneakily check out Alan’s smooth, hairless torso. He was not muscular but slim and firm looking, with small pink nipples. All in all he looked pretty damn good to me, especially once he had worked up a sweat.
Work continued, but increasingly I was sneaking glances at Alan and getting turned on, with an obvious response stretching the now tight, wet shorts I was wearing. I risked another peek and found that Alan had stopped work altogether and was just staring at me with a slight smile on his lips. Nothing was said for a moment as we locked eyes. He finally broke the spell by looking down to my crotch. I did the same to him and was thrilled to see a noticeable bulge in his trousers.
This and the sudden sexual tension in the room made my stiffening meat firm up into a full on erection. Without thinking about it I adjusted myself slightly, making Alan’s eyes widen. His tongue licked his lips before saying in a low voice “why don’t you take your shorts off as well?”
“I can’t” I replied, “I’m not wearing anything under them.” It seemed like he had teleported across the room, as suddenly he was inches away from me and breathlessly said “All the better. Take them off.” I hesitated a moment. “Do it. Now” he ordered, suddenly stern.
I wordlessly hooked my fingers in the waistband, and slid the shorts to the floor. My cock, now thankfully released sprang out fully erect, sticking straight out and pointing directly at Alan. He reached out to grasp my swollen flesh, making me gasp with pleasure at his touch. “Aren’t you a big boy” he purred, as he started to work my foreskin back and forth.
I groaned with pleasure as, in a husky voice he said “you like this, don’t you” to which I could only nod. “I’ve seen you looking at me, haven’t I” he continued, as he moved his face to within inches of mine. I nodded again, now panting breathlessly from the heat and the feel of his touch. Suddenly he lunged forward, pressing his open mouth hard against mine, pushing his tongue in.
As we kissed he let go of my throbbing cock and grabbed my head in both hands, twisting and turning me as his kissing became even rougher and forceful, licking my face, teeth biting my lips. Eventually, just when I thought I was running out of air he broke off. He was panting as hard as I was, and had an almost maniacal look on his face as he lowered his hands to my shoulders.
“Kneel down, now” he ordered and I immediately complied. My reward was to find that he had at some point unbeknownst to me managed to pull the front of his trousers down far enough to release his dick. Only an inch or so from my face was a gorgeous, rock hard, 7” of throbbing cut manhood.
I had a second to admire its beauty and breath in the heady aroma of his sex before he pushed forward, parting my lips and giving me my first delicious taste of him. We both groaned with pleasure as he grabbed a hold of my head and began fucking my mouth. There was nothing gentle about this and I was so pinned in place I don’t think I could have objected if I had wanted to. Luckily I had been with very dominant men in the past, and had always loved submitting to their desires.
Alan occasionally jammed his prick into my throat as deep as he could and held it there, until he made me gag or cough. Then he would pull back to allow me to take a deep breath, but this obviously excited him, and the following mouth fucking was rougher still.
At some point, having my hands free, I had managed to pull his trousers and underwear to the floor, and now he stepped out of them, kicking them away. Fully naked I could admire for a moment his firm, slim pale body, completely hairless and smooth, as he lifted one foot onto a stool next to us.
Still controlling my head he pushed my face into his groin, breathlessly ordering me to “lick my balls, suck on ‘em, get your tongue right in there you little slut.” I complied, licking, sucking, biting and pulling for all I was worth. In response Alan went from gasping and groaning to crying out loudly, cursing and swearing as I tasted every inch of his sweat soaked crotch.
When he could stand it no longer he pulled my face away and plunged his now throbbing hot cock back into my mouth. We were both too turned on to bother with any niceties, so I just clamped my lips round his shaft and tried to mouth fuck him as hard and fast as he wanted. This of course meant that it was only moments later that I felt a pulse and a swelling, before he shot an absolute flood of cum into my mouth.
Subsequently I would find out that he was always a heavy cummer, but on this occasion he outdid even himself. It was all I could do to swallow some of it before he spurted a second load. As I struggled to cope with that he pulled his still rock hard dick out, letting a string of cum dribble down my chin onto my chest. Not wanting to waste any more I looked up and locked eyes with him before swallowing his load in two gulps.
Alan’s reaction was to groan in excitement, saying “oh fuck, that’s so sexy”. Clearly he was excited that I didn’t spit, and to show him how much I liked his juices I took his meat in hand and licked and sucked him dry, milking him of every last drop and making a show of drinking down these last treats, to his obvious pleasure.
Only once he was fully sated and starting to soften did I release him, and he staggered back, now suddenly looking a bit wobbly. He soon regained his composure and gave me a big smile, saying how fantastic I was and asking if I had enjoyed it. I told him it was everything I had been fantasising about and more. We both laughed when I managed to stand up and realised at some point that I had also cum!
Although I was still as horny as hell, and already becoming aroused by the smell and taste of Alan’s cum, sweat and musk filling my head, Alan was picking his clothes up and nipping into the toilet to wash up and dress. After I did the same we looked at the piles of stock, only half of which was boxed up.
“I’m going to ring the van bloke up and tell him not to come tomorrow. Then we can get the rest of this sorted out tomorrow, if you want to stay behind again?” He said with a sly grin. I told him that I was always available whenever he wanted me, and we cemented the deal with a delicious kiss and snog. With his hot breath in my mouth Alan quietly whispered “have you ever tried being fucked…here?” And reached down to squeeze my arse cheeks…
It took us 4 nights to actually get the boxes loaded ready for collection, but gave us both the chance to learn about each other and explore our desires, which would come in handy in the following months.
