Welcome to the Family by Youlikethat – A Forbidden and Sensual Gay Sex Story
A gay adult story: Welcome to the family by YouLikeThat? ,
The Jones family likes to fuck.
“All right! Glad to have you aboard Brian”, Mr. Jones said. “Just one more thing though…”, his face had went cold as his eyes locked onto mine. “Don’t ever touch my daughter”. I’ve often reflected on that first day. I was young, dumb, and certainly full of cum. I had the best of intentions and I looked forward to showing Mr. Jones what I was capable of.I had been fired from my last job for consistently being late. I had only recently moved to this town and had found a place with a roommate. Unless I wanted to go back home I would have to hold down a job and be more responsible. Truth be told, homelessness interested me more than returning to my rural roots. Opportunity knocked however in the form of my roommate. Paul had arranged for me to work for his parents. I would resolve myself to be the best cardboard salesman in the land. First though, I would have to experience first hand all the ins and outs.
The office consisted of a reception area, an office area, and a warehouse. There were about 25 people that worked there but It was primarily what you would call a family business.
I quickly made an impression with Mr. Jones through my hard work. I figured after a few weeks that everyone there knew I was willing to do just about anything for Jones Cardboard.
The company was run by Dean and Lucy Jones. “Are we going for lunch buddy?” I asked, “You know it”, Paul replied. Paul had also only recently taken them up on an offer (or threat) of employment. Fooling around in College had tested their patience and he now found himself cast into the real world, not unlike I had been. Unlike me, he was clearly gay. I got the impression that he was in the closet about that.
Mr. and Mrs. Jones’ daughter Lisa worked as the receptionist. She was chubby and sweet with an air of desperation to her. Sometimes I got the impression she might have a crush on me. She would often ask me for help with the copier or other things.
I cannot say why it happened but one day I found myself in the washroom with Mr. Jones. I was washing up and daydreaming when I realized in the mirror’s reflection Mr. Jones had turned inappropriately from the urinal and seemed to be putting on a show of tucking his big dick into his pants. Now, nobody wants to see their old bosses dick, but in hindsight I figure he probably showed it to a lot of people. It was an impressive length with a wide girth. I’ve never fancied myself having any gay thoughts, but dicks made me think of sex and that made me horny.
I was lost in my thoughts again as I noticed Dean’s eyes now locked onto my own. I dried my hands and I got the hell out of there.
One morning I came in early to finish up some clerical work I’d been putting off. After about 30 minutes Lisa popped into my cubicle.
Sounding desperate she said “Brian can you please scratch my back? Please?”. Given her whiny tone I didn’t make her ask twice. I was eager afterall to be a useful coworker. “No! Under the shirt!”, she scolded me before pulling her shirt over her head. She had very smooth skin. I scraped my nails feverishly across her back and she started making a lot of compelling sex-like sounds.
I scratched her up and down and even beneath her bra strap. It was definitely more than a little inappropriate and in spite of not being attracted to her I was beginning to feel my cock stirring in my pants. I felt I ought to escape from the situation but she was always kind to everyone and I wanted to help her out.
Only a few days later a similar scenario unfolded. It was another early morning and Lisa called me into the copy room. When I got there she was seated on a stool with her shirt up around her neck complaining about a kink in her shoulder. “I don’t know Lisa, I don’t think I’m the answer here”, I protested. “Just start rubbing, anything will help. I need your help Brian!”.
I meaded my hands into her fleshy shoulders for several minutes while she made the same alarming sex sounds she had made last time.
It was all too uncomfortable. It wasn’t that there was anything wrong with her, she was about my age and had a pretty face. She was bright and fun, she was just a bigger girl than I preferred.
I worked on her ‘kink’ for just a few minutes until I slowly came to realize that she was using me in a sexual way. Lisa had a hand down inside the front of her pants. She was rubbing her pussy while I massaged her shoulders!
30 seconds later her shoulders tensed up, her legs straightened out and as she shuddered slightly I knew she was climaxing.
Lisa cleared her throat, “that’s all, thanks”. I hadn’t even had time to process things but swiftly made my way out of the room. I didn’t even know how to react. I was both hurt and horny, if that makes any sense.
Later that evening Paul and I were at home drinking. It was the same as any night and we were both pretty intoxicated. “What’s eating you bro?” Paul asked me. I didn’t know how much to tell him so I braced things gently. “I think your sister has a crush on me”, I told him. “Well you could do a whole lot worse”, Paul lamented. It was many drinks later before I woke up on the couch. Paul was transfixed by the television and he was clearly watching gay porn. Having got to know each other quite well by this point, I was not at all surprised.
Paul was aware that I didn’t have any inclinations that way but what I would never have mentioned was that it certainly didn’t bother me either.
Having been brought up in a sexually repressive community I more or less welcomed any kind of erotic entertainment. So I watched. I watched a guy sucking another guy off and then I watched one of those guys pounding the other guy bareback. I then watched Paul take out his dick and start stroking himself. He looked over at me and cringed. “Shit.. s- sorry Brian!”. He clamored over himself trying to hide his erection and change the channel all at once. “Dude… it’s okay.” I felt bad for Paul and tried to put his mind at ease. “Everybody does it man”, I told him.
His gaze had slowly shifted to my pants as he softly said, “I think I might be gay”. “I’m definitely not gay”, I replied. “I need to know if I am…”, Paul quipped back, his gaze still on my semi rigid member. Paul leaned forward as he spoke, “Well let me ask you this, would you ever let a guy blow you?”. Paul was sitting up now and really waiting on my response as he added “if nobody would ever find out?”.
“Well, yeah. Not just anybody though”, I explained to Paul. It should have been clear to me where this conversation was going but I was still caught off guard when Paul consequently asked, “would you let me do it?”. Many things flashed through my mind at that moment. Paul was a good friend and roommate and I didn’t want to lose him as a friend. My dick was hard, and I liked having it sucked. I slid my shorts down to my ankles and my cock sprung out. Paul got onto his knees in front of me.