Gay sex story – My Boss was also a Gay

Gay sex story

The cat was insisting I let him go outside. I wasn’t dressed yet, so I followed him to the back door, smiling as I felt my tumescent cock thudding back and forth against my thighs as I walked, enjoying the feel of my heavy balls, remembering the very erotic dream I’d had just before waking. Every day I enjoyed this feeling of being in the nude as I let the cat lead me. The back door faced a wooded hill that completely screened my back yard, so I had no hesitation as, naked, I opened the door.

The cat turned and scurried back into the kitchen when the door opened, because there, right in front of me, was a parcel deliveryman bending down to placed a package at the side of the door. His face was even with my crotch. I had forgotten I had been expecting a package. I was surprised. So was he!

He remained in that bent over position, staring at my expanded dick, for longer that it seemed necessary for him to gain his composure and straighten up. In those few seconds, I felt my erection strengthen, surging downward, filling out further, reacting to his very masculine, handsome good looks, strong body, and this kind of sexy curiosity he was emitting.

The moment froze in my memory: the feel of my bare feet on the cool tile floor; the warmth of the morning air on my body and particularly on my balls; the sight of his head at waist-high as he stared at my expanding cock; the allure of his strong body dressed in tight clothing which showed off his muscular frame; the smell of the fresh summer breeze mixed with the light but unmistakable scent of his masculine body odor and faint cologne.

We knew one another, having greeted each other on past deliveries, and having had a few moments of friendly banter. I liked him and found him appealing, but there never seemed a spark of sexual interest from him, and so there had been none from me, either.

“Wow! Jayin, you look terrific!” he sighed, as he rose, still holding the package, still looking at my crotch. He sounded very sincere and sort of turned on. Again, I was surprised, but delighted!

Uh… well…” I sputtered, trying to overcome surprise, but doing nothing to shield my nakedness, “…come on in, Bisaj. You don’t want the neighbors to see you talking to a naked guy.” We both knew that my back yard was unusually private, but it did give him an excuse to come in if he wanted to take it.

“Yes. Yes, man, I’d better come in,” he whispered, as if not wanting to be overheard by the neighbors. It made me smile. There was no neighbor near enough to hear us if we shouted. My dick kept expanding.

As we entered the kitchen, he put the package down on a counter without even looking at it. His eyes remained fixed on my cock. After a moment, while I just didn’t know what to say because I was lost in the enjoyment of the sexual tension between us, and while waiting for him to make a move, he finally said, in a husky, sex-laden voice, “Man, that looks good enough to eat!”

My favorite expression! It jolted me from my stupor and I moved towards him. He came to me and we pressed together, wrapping our arms around each other and falling into a strong bear hug of real masculine sexual power and all-consuming passion. Words were no longer necessary. In an overpowering frenzy of emotion, we both knew what we wanted.

Suddenly, he stiffened, as if a bolt of electric current flashed through him. I wondered why.

“Oh, my god!” he sighed, “look at that!” He was looking at something behind me.

I felt a surge of his hardening erection as I struggled against our embrace to turn to see what he was looking at and saw my reflection in a large mirror on a kitchen door. I looked into his eyes through the mirror.

“What a magnificent ass!” he moaned, sounding more turned on than I had ever heard from anyone else, and pressing his crotch tightly against me in a sort of humping movement.

“Let’s do it!” I pleaded.

“Oh!” he sputtered, “Oh, damn!” He relaxed his embrace.

“What? What is it?” I asked in alarm.

“I just remembered I’m on the clock,” he tried to explain.

“Clock?” I asked, puzzled.

“Yes. ! The company installed these computers in the vans and can monitor the length of time my van is parked. I can’t stay very much longer, at all.” He looked depressed. “It would be difficult to explain a long pause here,” he added.

“Look,” I advised, “if you’re asked, why don’t you say that a sexy lady dressed only in, say, a flimsy apron, opened the door just as you were leaning down to place the package, and one thing just to lead to another. It couldn’t be helped. Guys love hearing about sexy quickies.”

“Umm,” Bisaj hummed, thinking about it, “that might work.”

“Great!” I responded. “Let’s get comfortable in my bedroom.” I held my breath.

He stepped back, looked down at my throbbing, leaking major hard-on, grinned, nodded, and took the hand I was offering him.

In the bedroom, as I was none-too-carefully removing his clothes, he said, “Jayin, I’m sorry, but this has to be real quick. Let me fuck this beautiful butt, jack you off as I come, or suck it after I come, and then let me run.”

I couldn’t help but look disappointed.

“But I’ll come right back after my shift is over, I promise!” he exclaimed with a smile. “We’ll both drop hot loads right now, relieving this urgent, overwhelming demand for mutual orgasm we obviously both feel, and later we can really get our engines going. What do you say?”

“Oh! Yes, yes,” I agreed wholeheartedly. I was on my knees removing his shoes and socks, while looking up into his flashing eyes, and felt a jolt of passion rage through my body causing my erection to throb. His eyes widened as he watched from above.

Although I had realized he was very well put together, and the sight of his shoulders and chest had given me a thrill, I wasn’t really prepared for the sight greeting me as I slid his pants down. He wore no underpants. His erection, only inches from my eyes, was spectacular! Larger than mine; wider than most; perfect in its proportions, hues and odors; highlighted by a beautiful display of manly hair; and set off by the biggest pair of ball I’ve ever seen! Perfection! Mouth-watering perfection! I was unable to stop myself from rising up and sucking that mammoth cock-knob into my eager mouth. He humped in response.

“OH!” I exclaimed, popping off the cock and standing up. “I’m going to come!”

In a flash, he leaned over and slid better than half my long, hard shaft into his mouth, sucking diligently, and when he slid his hand lovingly around my balls, I erupted into him, spurting jet after jet after jet of juice into him as he drank all of it down. It was terrific! “Wow! I exclaimed.

Only after he sensed I needed to be released did he relinquish his prize, coming off my cock with a pop. “Wow, indeed,” he sighed. “You are really hot, coming so quickly from, actually, just looking at me and touching my cock with your mouth. This was really thrilling for me, and your cum is the Best! You’re great!”

“You, too!” I volunteered honestly. “Now, come on, how’d you want to slip it to me? On the bed? Standing? Doggy style? In the shower? How?” I asked with a leer of passion.

“You’re ready to do it right away?”

“Absolutely. I want it! I need it! Give it to me!”

“Wow!” he almost shouted. “My mind’s a whirl of possibilities and ideas, but, to be honest, I got the sense that your mouth is really talented, and I’d like…”

I leaned over and sucked in that big cock head before he could continue, falling into the well-proven techniques of the experienced cocksucker that I am proud to be and happy to delight him with. His cock was a wonder to suck – delicious, large, eager – everything a first-class cock should be and everything a first-class cocksucker dreams of. We fell into a series of humps and jabs, as more and more of that great cock was fucked into me. He grabbed my head and jarred me with vigorous, enthusiastic lunges, forcing that cock deep, deep down my throat. I loved it! I love sucking cock!

It wasn’t long before he began to whimper, sigh, and take short loud breaths as he worked his cock into me. When he felt my lower lip at his balls, he shouted, “Oh! Geez, you got it all, man! I’m in to the bone! This if fantastic! What a cocksucker! What an amazing cocksucker! In to the bone!” Each phrase was emphasized with an energetic hump.

I thought he’d come right then, but we joined in a mutual rhythm of jabs and parries, as I rode the length of that fuck-bone down to balls and back, up and down, him fucking my face and me sucking for all I was worth. I loved it! And I could tell he loved it, too!

My hands had been roaming his strong body to every part I could reach, and, when I finally encircled his huge balls, he called out, “Man! This is beautiful! I’m going to come!” And immediately I felt a heavy spurt widen the tube and fire off into me. I fought against his pressure to hold me down and raised up to catch the rest of his glorious ejaculate on my tongue, swallowing after every spurt, spurt after spurt after spurt! Marveling at the taste, heat, thickness and volume of his cum. I was ecstatic! Finally, sensing he was through, I slid my face back down to the bone and waited. Slowly, he relaxed and began to deflate. When he put a palm gently on my forehead, I let the wonderful weapon slip out of my throat and mouth, reluctantly.

As I stared at his spit and sperm shiny cock, he put his hands under my arms and straightened me up. Then he pulled me into a warm embrace.

“Man! That was memorable! I never expected it could be so great!” He sounded surprised, pleased, and grateful all at the same time.

“It was awesome!” I sighed softly, breathing into his ear.

He put a hand to his ear, laughed, and said, “That tickles!” just like a little kid. He was relaxed with me. It was a great sign of affection.

“Oh, man!” he suddenly said excitedly, “I got to get going.”

I grabbed his clothes and led him into my large bathroom. It has lots of mirrors.

“Let’s wash up,” I recommended, and we rinsed our mouths, washed off cocks and balls, and dried off. He dressed as I watched and helped. The looks that passed between us spoke volumes of longing and lust, fondness and, yes, love.

At the back door, he grabbed my cock, kissed me lightly on the lips, and said, “I’ll be back before 7.”

“Want some dinner?” I asked.

“Great, I would be here before 6.” he called as he went away.

I stood there until I heard his van start up and move away. I was happy!

That evening, as we sat in the kitchen eating a hearty steak and potatoes kind of meal, I asked him how it went back at the terminal.

“The boss called me into his office as soon as I got finished with paperwork. He asked me if I realized that they tracked the wait time of the vans and I told him I did. Then he said that I had spent 35 minutes at one stop, and I thought that sounded too long because we seemed to have come so fast. He asked me what had happened. And, after trying to act reluctant, I started to tell him your story, Jayin, about the lady in the apron. I thought it starts to sound plausible, when he interrupts me, saying, ‘Bullshit!'”

“I asked him what he meant, and he said, ‘We all know you’re gay, Bisaj.’ I was genuinely surprised. I never came on to anyone in business, co-workers or customers, and I have always been what I would consider discreet, so I said, ‘What?’ And he said, ‘Come on, you’re young, healthy, handsome, well-built, sexy, humorous and intelligent, but you’re not married or dating – what other conclusion can be reached.’ Well, and I admit this was dumb, Jayin, but I just reacted. I said, ‘Sexy?’ It just came out of my mouth. It was like the only word I had heard.”

I chuckled. Bisaj frowned. So I asked, “What did he say? How did he react?” I was overwhelmingly curious.

“He looked sort of pissed and said, ‘Of course you’re sexy. And half the guys here would like to make it with you, if you’d just relax and look around. So be a sport, tell me what really happened today, I’m dying to know. You can level with me. I won’t tell anyone else. It’s just that hearing about stuff, straight…’ he took a pause, ‘…or gay, is exciting.’ He emphasized the word ‘gay’ in an odd, almost tender, way. I asked, quietly, ‘Exciting?’ He immediately responded, “Hell, yes! Tales about sexual adventures are always exciting. arousing too. So, please, just tell me.’ And I said, ‘Yes, sure, just tell you and then you’ll fire my ass.’ I know it was another dumb thing to say, but actually I didn’t like being grilled about my sex life.

“He said, ‘I’m not going to fire your ass, man…’ he paused, ‘…though I may want to fuck it. It’s such a great looking ass!’ he added.

“My mouth must have fallen open in surprise. He smiled at me in a way he probably thought was reassuring, but it just look plain lustful to me.

I had to interrupt him. “OMG! Your boss said he wanted to fuck your ass? That’s amazing! How did you react? What’s he like, anyway?”

Bisaj laughed aloud. “I’m telling you about the most embarrassing moment in my life and you want to know what he looks like? I think both of you are crazy!” he said with a smile, adding, “In a nice sort of way. Your tongue’s hanging out. You’re hoping to get every dirty detail, just like he was, aren’t you.”

“I’m sorry, Bisaj, it’s just that I like dirty details, too.” We both laughed. Tensions were broken. “Go on. I’ll try not to interrupt.”

“Well, I figured if he really wanted details, I’d give him all he could handle. I told him I had known you from other deliveries, and when he gave me that look as if to say, ‘You’ve done it with him before,’ I told him that when you opened the door we were both surprised. I was because you were naked and semi-erect; and you were because you didn’t know I was there and bent over at waist high putting down the package. So the boss repeated the phrase naked and semi-erect under his breath and slid his right hand under the desk. I admitted that your form and your large endowment simply stopped me in my tracks. The boss nodded his head in understanding. Then I told him that we went inside and were talking when I suddenly saw your perfect ass in a mirror and stopped breathing. His eyes got very large. He was listening with rapt attention, even as I noticed movement in his right arm. I launched into a fabricated version of what happened. I told him in great detail how I fucked you and then you fucked me, and when we were washing off in front of the bathroom mirrors we got so hot for each other we ended up doing an amazing sixty-nine in the bed. I said that when we were dressing I told you that I was concerned about time and it was your idea to say it was a nude lady in only an apron.

“The boss looked horny as hell. He’s the owner’s son. He’s about 25 or 26 and keeps himself fit. He got up and came around to the front of his desk. I saw that he had a big erection in his pants with even a wet stain up near the belt. I guess I was either too descriptive, which made him horny or not descriptive enough for him to pop his wad in his pants. At any rate, he asked me in a hoarse whisper if I would please ‘help him out!’ It was clear from his body language and his voice that he was begging for it. I said something like, ‘Well, I guess it’s my fault for getting you hot, so I could, you know, jack you off.’ He responded urgently but quietly, “Fuck, man, I want you to suck my cock!” And he unbuckled and opened his pants and pulled out this, I mean, really great looking large cock! ‘Suck it!’ he pleaded. So, what the fuck, I sucked it! I not only sucked it; I gave him a no-holds-barred, deep-throated, memorable blowjob. I didn’t want him to feel I wasn’t doing my best and give him reason to be annoyed with me, you see?”

I nodded while grinning.

“Well laugh if you want but this whole episode was unnerving. Although I must admit that he really pumped a huge load into me when he came. I counted eleven big spurts of cum before he eased out some last dregs.”

“Wow! Eleven – that’s amazing!” I sighed. I was getting hard in my pants.

“Yes,” Bisaj agreed. “He went back behind the desk and plopped down into the chair, his cock still hard and uncovered. I waited for him to say something. He took a while to settle down and catch his breath. Finally, he said, ‘That was beautiful! That was the best blowjob I’ve ever had and I’ve had lots of them, man. I don’t think I ever came as much as I just did, now. Whew, that was astounding! The Best!’ he repeated. The smile he flashed at me was genuine. Then he said, ‘Thank you!’ I could tell that he was sincere.”

“Did you come?” I asked quietly, adding, “I mean it must have been very arousing to suck a big cock and be fed such a mammoth, hot load.”

“Well, it’s strange, but although I did get aroused and I did enjoy it, it wasn’t accompanied by urgency to cum. I guess blowing the boss in his office was sort of off-putting. I thought pulling out my dick and offering it to him just wouldn’t be the right thing to do. Know what I mean?”

“Yes, guys getting quick blow jobs are seldom reciprocal,” I said with a grimace.

He laughed and said, “You know what I’m talking about, man.”

“Sure do,” I agreed. “But now, let’s finish eating, then go into my bedroom and fill in the details.”

“Details?” he asked looking puzzled.

“Yes,” I said, “the details he’ll be asking for when he sees you again. He likes details!”

“Hmm,” Bisaj hummed with a grin, “good idea. Let’s go work on the details!”