This story contains scenes of consenting sex between two males - Homosexual sex. If you are below the legal age to read such material in your territory, or if this kind of material otherwise sickens, disgusts or offends you, please skip it now. Don't say I didn't warn you.
The Job Hunt
I moaned deeply and contentedly as his cock slow slid into me. I braced for some pain and slightly winced when the bulbous head finally broke through . . . .
I looked up to see a look of concern in Ted's eyes. With a rugged, sun-worn face, prominent chin and shock of black hair graying at the temples, he was, I thought for the first time, one of the handsomest men I had ever met.
"Are you OK?" he asked quietly.
"Yeah, I'm OK. This is just bit new to me, I guess," I whispered back.
"Please tell me if this at all hurts," he replied back. "I want this to be good for you, too."
I nodded, closed my eyes, and tried to concentrate on the new feelings his thickly veined cock was giving me. Yet as Ted slowly filled me with his hard shaft, my thoughts wandered back to where this all began. What a chance encounter it was.
Graduation was five months ago. All my friends had jobs already, doing what they had planned to do since first day of freshman year of college. Me? I didn't know what the hell I wanted to do with the rest of my life. All I knew is that I needed a job and needed one soon. My landlord just didn't seem like the IOU type.
So there I was, aimlessly pounding the pavement, interviewing for one mind-numbing job after another. Some I got job offers from; others I didn't. But they all had one thing in common: the very thought of working that particular job made me want to turn and flee. The day I met Ted, I sat sipping coffee after yet another failed interview, one question floating repeatedly through my mind: "What was wrong with me?" Part of me was saying absolutely nothing, that I was just in a small rut. The other half of me said five months is hardly a small rut. So wrapped up was I in my own problems that I was completely oblivious to the man talking to me.
"'Scuse me, do you mind if I take this seat?" It was apparently the second time he had asked me.
"Huh? Oh, oh yeah, go right ahead. No one's sitting there," I replied back.
"If you'd rather sit alone, I'll just take this to go," he said.
"No, no, no." I said. "I was just a little lost in my thoughts there for a sec. Go right ahead and sit down."
"Thanks," he replied. "I can get lost in my thoughts too. It's not the best thing to do if you are driving. Just ask my insurance company."
I laughed, and a smile crossed my face for the first time that day. "Thanks," I said. "I needed a good laugh like that. It's been one hell of a week."
"Just glad I could help," he said. "My name's Ted."
"Ted, nice to meet you, I said as I stuck out my hand. "The name's Steve."
Ted grasped my hand and said, "Nice to meet you too." As he shook my hand, I was reminded of what my Dad has always told me growing up -- that you can tell a lot about a man by the way he shakes your hand. While I never really knew what on earth Dad meant when I was eleven, I now knew exactly what he meant.
Over coffee + several refills, Ted & I spoke for a while. Ted, it seems, married young, and rose the corporate ladder while fathering two kids who were now away at college. As he spoke, I noticed the easy air of confidence about him. How easily he spoke of himself to me, a complete stranger. How well he was dressed -- the suit looked like it could pay my rent for several months. And how perfectly pressed his suit was, and how comfortable he looked in it. I always thought I looked like the Tin Man from the Wizard of Oz whenever I wore a suit.
"Gosh," he said, "I am chewing your bloody ear off."
"No problem," I said, "Good conversation always beats no conversation at all."
"Exactly," he replied, a smile appearing on his face. "But what's your story?"
So I told him my story of woe. My life's hardly a Shakespearean tragedy, but at the time it seemed just that. As my story unfolded in that coffee shop, I kept noticing the attentive look on Ted's face, the way he nodded in agreement without ever looking condescending. After speaking of my recent interviewing difficulties, Ted broke in: "Well, why don't you give me your resume and I'll pass it along."
"Thanks," I said, "That's is so nice of you. You have no idea."
"No problem," he said with a broad smile, "Anything for the guy who so willingly gave up his spare seat. But I have to run. I will definitely pass this resume along to people that will give it a good look-over."
With that, he turned and left. "What a nice guy," I thought. "Even if nothing comes of this, it was still nice to offer." With that, I gathered up stuff and went home.
When I got home, there were no messages on the machine to answer -- go figure -- so I gather u my stuff and headed for the gym. Thanks goodness for the gift membership I had gotten for graduation, or I'd never be able to afford to work out! After my workout and a trip to the supermarket for some groceries.
I got home and was unpacking my groceries when I noticed the blinking light of the answering machine. I tapped "Play" and returned to unpacking what was to become my dinner that evening.
"Hi," the machine played, "This message is for Steve. This is Ted from the coffee shop. I passed your resume along to the Recruiting people here at my job. They don't know if your skills are what we need, but I cajoled them to pass it along among their network. I hope that is all right with you." I stopped unpacking the groceries.
"And listen, I interview people all the time for jobs in my department. If you want, you can sit with me and go over your interview skills to see what works and what doesn't." I was so excited and happy at my obvious great luck that I almost thanked the answering machine. I called Ted right back, and we started to set up a time when we could meet.
"Where's your office," I asked.
"Maybe we should do it here," he said. 'My apartment, I mean. I don't want to give anyone at the office impression that I am giving just anyone help in that regard. You know people get. Soon I'd have everyone's niece, nephew, and hairdresser's step-daughter in my office and I'd never get anything done!"
"Sure," I said. "I completely agree with you, and I appreciate your willingness to help me out."
"No problem," he said. "Someone like you any company would want. We've just have to make sure they see that." With that we arranged to meet that Friday night. Friday night rolled around with an air of anticipation in the air. I put on a shirt fresh from the cleaners, donned my interview suit and put on my good luck tie. As I entered Ted's building, the doorman stopped me. I said Ted was expecting me.
"Yes," said the doorman. "Mr. Carter is expecting you. 14th Floor. Apartment 1407."
Ted answered the door within moments of my initial knock. I entered the spacious apartment and gazed upon all the adornments Ted's hard work had earned him.
"Wow," I said. "This is some apartment."
"Thanks," Ted replied. "My wife is an ace at decoration."
"I'd love to meet her," I said.
"Ah, you missed her this weekend. She's out of town visiting her gi . . . her friend."
I turned my head slightly and smirked, thinking, but not quite sure, that I had heard what I heard. Ted and I sat down and did what I came here to do. Point by point, he evaluated what I did and what I didn't do. By the end of our session, I was ready for any question, any interviewer that came my way.
"Thank you so much for all your help. You don't know how much you have helped me out, Ted."
"Like I said before, it was no trouble, Steve. You kind of remind me of me when I was your age. A little lost, unsure of what to do. I got a little guidance from a friend, and figured I should pass that favor along when I found someone who could use it."
"What else can I say but thanks," I replied.
"To new friends," Ted replied, filling my glass with a freshly opened bottle from his wine collection.
"To new friends indeed," I replied.
"Do you want to see the view from here?" asked Ted. It is really quite nice." We stepped out on the balcony and looked down at the traffic winding through the streets of the city below. The night breeze was cool yet not cold. I soon felt Ted hand on my shoulder and felt him squeeze a bit. I looked over.
"I'm sorry," he said. "I hope you don't mind."
"No, no. It's not that. It's just that I thought you were married."
"I am," Ted replied. "But my wife knows my tastes, and I know hers."
With that I turned to Ted, and wrapped my arms around him. "I don't mind in the least." Looking back, I'm not sure why I did what I did or said what I said - I had never been with a man before. Don't get me wrong. I had thought about it, but it always had seemed like a fantasy that I never thought I'd muster up the courage to fulfill.
Ted raised my head to his, and moved it and pressed his lips to mine. My body felt shocked into sexual attention as I felt his tongue part my lips and enter my mouth. I responded by dancing my tongue over his, while letting my hand explore his muscular back and tight ass.
"Shall we take this inside," Ted asked.
"What if your wife comes home?" I blurted out.
"Remember, she's gone all weekend. And the night is very young."
"Ted, I want nothing else than that."
Ted peeled my shirt off as we entered his room kissing all the time. "You body is so sexy," he said as he kissed his way down my chest from my mouth to my nipples. I moaned as he began to suck on my nipples, alternating between sucking, tonguing and gently nibbling on both.
I began to undo the buttons on his shirt and slipped my hand to massage underneath. All the buttons undone, I tore the shirt off Ted to fully reveal his broad chest, covered in salt-and- peppery hair that continued down to his flat, though not washboard, stomach. It was only then did I stop and think of what was happening.
"Is there anything wrong?" Ted asked.
"Sorry. I am a little new to this. I've never done something like this before."
"I'm sorry if I was so forward," Ted tenderly said back. "It just that you are so sexy and kind and sweet and . . ."
For the first time since we met, Ted seemed at a loss for words. "I just . . ." "No please," I interrupted. "I want this. You are wonderful, and I would. . . I mean I want to . . ." Now I was at a loss for words.
So instead of saying the wrong thing, I instead leaned in and ran my tongue through the thick chest hair and until I found his meaty nipples. Then, imitating the wonderful things Ted had done to me just moments before, I began to lick, suck and nibble on his tits.
"Ohhhhh. That feels so good Steve. Please don't stop."
As I continued working on his tits, I slid my hands down his hairy stomach until I got to his pants. Without stopping, I began to undo his pants. He let out one more moan as I finally slid my hands down into his pants. I massaged his very ample cock through the silk boxers and then reached inside to feel his manhood. I wanted this, I thought. Any reservation faded from me and I helped him out of his pants.
As he stood there, I gazed upon my friend, my mentor, my new lover, as I stripped myself of all my clothing. I laid him down on the bed and climbed up on top of him. I had always enjoyed this part with the women -- feeling her legs pressed against mine, feeling her breasts and hard nipples pressing against my chest, and especially the heat of my cock pressing between our bellies. But this, this was different, yet I tingled in anticipation. Slowly grinding my stiff cock onto his, I kissed Ted deeply as our hairy legs and chests rubbed into each other.
Ted broke out deep kiss and blurted out, "Are you sure you've never done this before, because you have me ready to cum right here and right now." I grunted something about being a quick learner and again pressed my lips to his. He broke away yet again and blurted out, "O fuck, I need your cock right now. I want to lick you and suck you deep while you suck on me. Do you want that?"
I got up from on top of Ted and lay down next to him with my face by his crotch. Leaning in, I inhaled deeply and savored the manly musk that he oozed. I cupped his balls covered in their hairy sac and gently massaged them. I was so into in his beautiful cock and balls that I almost didn't notice when Ted grasped my own cock and began to take me deep.
I moved my mouth down onto his balls - taking each one into my mouth, I gently sucked and tugged at them. Ted smelled and tasted slightly sweaty but all man, which encouraged me even more. Finally, popping his balls out of my mouth, I licked my way up his cock to the sensitive head.
And what a cock he had. Thick, sturdy and long, his 8 inches of stiff manmeat was criss- crossed with bulging veins from the head all the way down to the think black bush. Amazing feeling washed over my body as Ted worked on my cock. Taking my (if I do say so myself) ample meat into the back of his throat, Ted alternatively sucked, licked and massaged my tool with his mouth, tongue and throat.
I opened my mouth and then wrapped my lips around the sensitive head. Closing my lips, I began to suck and slowly take Ted's 8 inches into me. Though I had never sucked on a cock before, I remembered what an old girlfriend had told me about giving head. She had told me all about the mechanics - use the lips, tongue and throat but NO TEETH -- but she never mentioned how great it could feel. I loved it - the hard yet soft feeling of the penis. The plaintive moans the man gives you. I could do this all night, I thought. I hoped so, too.
Ted moaned on my cock as I began to take his cock deep into my throat. Imitating what he had done to me, I began to massage his massive cock with my throat muscles. I started to gag a little, so I had to return to pleasing his cock with my mouth.
With the excitement of pleasing Ted, and the downright amazing work he was doing on my cock, my balls began to tingle. I knew my orgasm was nearing.
"Ted, I am going to cum soon, man."
With that, Ted picked up his pace on my cock. As he sucked on my shaft, he grabbed my balls and mashed them together. I shuddered, not from the pain, but from the unbelievable feelings in my nuts.
"Ted, I'm going to cum. I'm . . ." At that moment, my body convulsed into the most powerful orgasm that I had ever felt. Clutching his body, I exploded shot after shot of thick hot cum into Ted's willing mouth. He took each shot I offered until my balls were fully drained. My cock softening, I rolled over onto my back, my muscles limp from the sheer force of the orgasm that had ripped through me. Slowly, my breathing and heart rate returned to normal.
Ted flipped around to me and we lay face to face. I pressed my lips to his and slipped my tongue into his mouth. I had tasted my own cum on the lips of women many times, but there was something amazingly sensuous and sexual about tasting myself on the lips of a real man like Ted.
I grabbed him, rolled him on top of me, and looked into his eyes.
"What's with you?" Ted asked with a sly smirk.
"Please fuck me," I replied. Ted's eyes lit up.
"Are you sure, Steve?" he replied. There I was asking a stud like Ted to fuck me, and he's asking if I was sure!
"Yes, I want you so bad. Please do it."
Ted rolled off me and over to the nightstand. Opening the top drawer, he picked out a small bottle of lube and placed it on the bed next to us. He grabbed two pillows and placed them under my ass so my pucker was raised up in the air. Laying between my spread legs, he dove in and began to tongue my hole. Blowjobs - those I had gotten before. But this was totally new, and totally incredible. Ted worked my hole like a true expert, licking around the rim before jutting his tongue into my hole like a little pink dart. I was soon ready for him. Grabbing the lube, he smeared some on my hole and squirted some into my hole. He also lubed up his fingers. When I asked him why he lubed his fingers, he said he had to stretch my hole out before he fucked me - even if he had a small cock (which he certainly didn't), it would be better for me if I were stretched out in advance.
Ted entered me with first one finger. I winced at the new entry at first but soon began to enjoy his finger-fucking. My cock certainly did, because I was hard again in no time, even after that big load I had just blown. Ted replaced that one finger soon with two fingers, and soon after that, with a third. Suddenly, he pulled out and looked up at me.
"Are you ready, Steve? Do you still want this?
I nodded and smiled. Sitting up, I tore open the condom lying on the nightstand and rolled it down Ted's thick shaft. I poured the lube all over his shaft and lay down again, ready for my first cock. Ted lay over me and placed his cock at my hole. I looked down, admiring first the strongly masculine chest, and then the hard shaft. I moved forward a bit, forcing his cock to begin to enter me. Taking my cue, Ted began to oh so slowly work his way into me.
"Tell me is this hurts at all," Ted said.
I leaned up, drew Ted's face down to mine, and again pressed our lips together. Relaxing from this, my ass opened up some more, allowing more and more of Ted into me. Sometime later -- moments, maybe minutes? I couldn't tell -- Ted was fully in me. I felt his full sack leaning against my ass and knew I had taken him all the way. My sigh of relief was Ted's cue to start fucking me fully and deeply.
Withdrawing slowly, Ted pulled out until it was only his head still in my ass. Then, pressing in, he began to repress the rest of his shaft into my hole. Whatever pain I had felt was now this amazing feeling that I had never felt before centered totally in my ass. Ted began to pick up his pace as he began to truly fuck me now. I felt his hand wrap around my cock, which had been twitching each time he pressed in full hilt.
"Of fuck, Steve, you can't possibly know how good it is to be inside you," Ted grunted huskily. "You're so tight, and your ass is playing magic with my cock."
"O man, Ted, I never though I could feel this way."
We embraced again, but Ted peeled off my lips as he began to pound my ass faster.
"I'm going to cum in a second, buddy."
I reached up and ran my finger through the mane of hair on Ted's chest.
"Cum on my chest Ted."
After a few more strokes into my ass, Ted whipped his cock out of me. I tore off the condom and managed to stroke his thick shaft a few time before Ted began to shoot. Load after mighty load he deposited onto my stomach and chest. After his last load, I massaged his balls and squeezed tightly up his shaft, eager to get every last drop out of this stud. His last drop milked, Ted collapsed on top of me, totally spent.
Ted and I spent the remainder of that weekend together. Only an hour before his wife returned from visiting her lover for the weekend, I finally discovered what it was like to fuck a man. It was wonderful. Even while I was fucking Ted, I knew I still wanted and was attracted to women. But after that weekend, I knew that being with a man was equally exhilarating and . . . well, it was a lot of things!
Ted's wife returned just as I was gathering my belongings to head on home. Trying to avoid any weirdness, I tried to exchange pleasantries and just get out of there, but she tried to ask me about myself. As I awkwardly responded, she looked knowingly at Ted and smirked. All Ted could do was grin and shrug his shoulders. A bit confused, I scurried out the door. As I passed, she patted my ass and said, "I like this one. He'll have to come over again sometime."
Within the month, and thanks to Ted's coaching and contacts, I had a great job at a great salary. And it wasn't long before I returned to that apartment for a "return engagement." Ted's wife (Stacy, if you want to know) turned out to be a quite an incredible lover herself. But that is a story for another time and another place.