A gay story: Post Pandemic Office Time
Due to the pandemic, our office suffered. Once a cozy workplace with 15 employees, it eventually dwindled down to just me and my coworker Tony. Tony and I have similar heights and age differences, with him being 10 years younger than me.
He has dirty blond hair and is relatively handsome, appearing hairless from the open neck shirts he wears. I’ve worked with Tony for 10 years now. He was welcoming and helpful when I first started, and we’ve since become the primary SME experts on our software.
We often collaborate on challenging issues and are relied on by the rest of the team for assistance.While Tony and I are friendly, we don’t have an intimate friendship. I wouldn’t say I’m attracted to him, as he identifies as straight and married to a woman much older than him.
Our office is completely casual, so we’d both be in jeans and tees most days and while I went for long loose tees, his were tighter and short, just at the waistline of his jeans short. I started to notice that Tony like to lift his shirt and scratch his belly, which had grown over the years, he’s not fat, just nicely meaty. I was also surprised to see a nice spread of belly fur on the itchy belly, in fact, I kind of fixated on that. He always seemed to be facing directly at me when he scratched that belly, too. And I started to notice it more and more.
The next thing he started to do, was to squat down beside someone’s desk, when helping them, allowing his pants to slide down and a “plumber’s crack” show through. The first time he did it, my eyes locked onto that creamy white skin and the crack splitting it. The second time he did it, I was nearly completely overwhelmed with the urge to slide my hand down into those pants and explore that crack.
But we worked together and it’s a very open office, so I never pursued it. He’d stop by my desk and massage my shoulders, as we talked, and it felt damn good. Flirting or just being friendly? I had no clue, though I was leaning to flirting but then there’s the wife and we work together, so I convinced my that no it’s only my imagination.
Then the pandemic hit. Home we all went for two years. We finally reopened the office. It was early June. Tony started to go in every day, as he lived quite close to the office, but I would only go in a couple days a week and WFH the rest of the time, to save on my commute time. However, other than one other person, we were the only ones that chose to return.
In the new office norm, we were both even more casual than we had been before – now wearing shorts and tees, flip flops on some days, shoes with no show socks on others. Tony, it turns out has nearly hairless legs, thick meaty thighs and large round calves. And as we were the only two there, the flirting amped up. I kept teasing him about being naked in the office. I told him I would if he would. He would laugh but I think, on some level, he was considering it. We talked about visiting Toronto’s nude beach – I’d never seen him there, but he says he goes. I suggested we meet there in the woods and explore. I even suggested he bring the wife, I’d play. He’d make similar comments, which seemed very forward for a “straight” guy, I began to wonder, just how straight.
Tony would leave a little after 4 each day, while I’d stay until 5 or 5:30, so for that last hour and a bit I was alone and often horny after a day of teasing and flirting, sometimes I’d go to the bathroom and relieve myself there, a few times I sat at my desk and just took it out to play there. I’d have to get up and close a few blinds – as we had floor to ceiling windows that overlooked another office and condos to the north of us, which is why the bathroom was an appealing option.
On this day, we’d been particularly flirty, and my cock was rock hard as Tony left. I took care of a few lingering issues from clients and started to hit some adult sites on my phone. Already turned on from Tony, it didn’t take much until I had my pants open, and my dick in hand. I was beating it hard and fast, as I neared climax. My balls pressed tight by my jean shorts, bounced off my hand on each down stroke. I got more and more excited, and I knew I was seconds from erupting. I’d lain paper towel on my desktop and pushed back my chair as I stood to unload. Just then the door opened. Tony walked in
“Hey I forgot my…” he trailed off and my cock spit cum all over my desk. I tried to cover up, but there was no hiding what I’d been doing.
Tony didn’t say anything else, he walked up to me, dropped to his knees and sucked my cock into his mouth, his lips wrapping around the overly sensitive head sent shivers through my whole body. He sucked up the remnants of my load and kept sucking. Much to my amazement I stayed hard, but my cock head was still uber sensitive, so reluctantly, I pulled him off and stood him up. His cock was visibly hard through his teal shorts – he loved those shorts. I kissed him, he kissed me back and I could taste cum on his tongue. I fumbled with his button (no belt he didn’t wear them) and zipper and dropped his shorts to the floor. He wore black Calvin boxer briefs which tented noticeably. I reached down and felt his hardness, it felt similar in size to mine but thicker in my hand than mine was which is around 6 inches. I knelt down and wrapped my lips around his shaft through the Calvin’s cotton. His cock jumped under my lips and precum soaked the material.
“Suck it,” he moaned, “Please, suck it.”
I looked up to his face but his head was tiled back and his prominent Adam’s apple was on display. I stood up, letting hands trail up his body, dragging his tee up and over his head, my teeth bit down on each nipple in turn, not for pain, just to tug on them. He moaned louder. I moved up further and sucked on his Adam’s apple, keeping his head tilted back. I licked and kissed his neck, then tilted his head forward and kissed him, using my teeth on his lower lip, I let it slip gently through my teeth, then I kissed his chin, nibbled it a bit, his five o’clock shadow was rough, but I nibbled away. I retraced my path down his body, my hands leading the way, they reached his underwear and I pushed down and my kisses worked down his belly following his happy trail down to the happy goal.
The Calvins slid down and his hard cock slapped up and out of them as I tugged down. He’s uncut and a pool of pre-cum filled the crown of skin over his fat cock head. I flicked my tongue out, lapping up the delicious dick nectar. He has a nice sweet flavour, a little peppery surprisingly. I let my tongue explore under his hood, wrapping around his sheathed cock head, skinned him back and let my tongue trace the head. He tried to grab my head and force his cock into my mouth, but I was in control for now and I set the pace. I licked down his shaft, down one side, up the other. I licked and sucked his balls. I still hadn’t given the blow job he’d begged for. Instead, I turned him around and bent him over my desk, placing his face right over the cum covered paper towel which still sat on my desk. I think he licked some up.