(All characters in this story are 18+)
My name is Mark, I’m 56 years old, and I work for myself as a removal man. I’m average in height, weight, and looks, with a bald head, and brown eyes. I’m a fairly strong guy, gay, very straight acting and looking. I’m quite hairy, and I have a thick uncut 7 inch cock. I also shoot several rounds like a cowboy.
I have a young lad called Steve working for me. He’s 24 years old, straight, with a young family. He’s cute looking, with a button nose, blue eyes, and short light brown hair. He’s about the same height as me, around 5 feet 10, but slimmer and muscular in appearance.
Steve knew I was gay. I told everyone I interviewed. I needed to know this wouldn’t be a problem, and it also helped me gauge their character and choose the right person.
Now, I would be lying if I said I didn’t fancy Steve, but it wasn’t the reason I hired him. That said, he did feature heavily in most of my wank fantasies.
I tried to keep work professional. I even got us uniforms, with polo’s and T’s with the company name on, and heavy duty work trousers and shorts. But sometimes Steve would turn up for work in sweatpants when we weren’t meeting clients. You could clearly see his large cock through them. And it was both a treat and agony seeing it swing as he moved, or bunch-up as he sat next to me. And if he bent over, I couldn’t help sneak a look at his underwear and ass.
We’d been working together for about three months, and I had no complaints. But in that time, Steve started to complain more and more about his home life. And in particular, he complained about his sex life, or rather, the lack of, while also taking an interest in mine. And on this particular wet day he seemed very frustrated as we sat in the cab of the van while it rained heavily outside. I’d just pulled over for a break and to wait for the rain to ease. The windows began to steam up as we sat there, and Steve was wearing his sweats. The rain made them cling even closer to his bulge. I could even see the outline of the head of his cock as he sat facing towards me, with his knee raised and his foot on the bench seat.
“This fuckin weather,” Steve said as he tilted his head back and it pressed against his passenger window. “I’m damp, and horny. I thought I was gonna get some this morning but then the baby started crying, and I was left with a hard-on.”
“Tough life eh?” I quipped back.
“Fuckin is, I tell ya, I’m beginning to wish I was gay and getting my end away day and night.”
“Ha ha, is that how you think it is? Mind you, if you were, I bet you would be getting it day and night.”
“Too right I would. I’d have some bloke suckin my nob twenty-four-seven.”
I laughed as I imagined the queue of guys paying for the pleasure. “Well I’d apply for that job,” I said, then laughed again out of embarrassment.
“Well, you’re not a bad lookin bloke. And let’s face it, I’m getting nothing at home.”
I watched as Steve did that manly thing of groping his tackle through his sweats. The thought of getting a blowjob was making him hard, and he couldn’t hide it. His hand gently gripped his swelling girth and he began to stroke it.
“Do you want to touch it?” Steve asked with a slight tremble in his voice. Nerves and guilt were giving him the shakes.
I didn’t reply as I reached across. Steve moved his hand away, and I placed mine on his growing bulge. It kicked my hand and I stroked it back.
“Fuuuck,” Steve said as he leaned his head back again and closed his eyes.
His cock was big like mine as my hand slid back and forth over the soft fabric of his sweats. And now and then his cock would throb and flex, yearning to be squeezed and rubbed harder.
“Fuck, suck me,” Steve asked, his cock eager and wet to be sucked.
I wanted it too, but not before I edged him a little more as I pulled down the front of his sweats, then wrestled with his elastic waistband of his boxers, and pulled his cock free. It was a mighty cock, heavily veined, loose foreskin already stretched back, and a thick pointed head that was wet with precum.
I gripped his cock firmly, but stroked it gently. Then I reached in his boxers and lifted out his shaved ballsack. Steve helped as he opened his eyes, lifted his head, and raised his arse, then slid his sweats and boxers down a bit further.
“Swear you’ll never tell a living soul about this,” Steve said as he stared at me with the serious expression of a married straight guy about to get his cock sucked by a bloke.
“I swear,” I said as I met his stare, before leaning over and licking the precum off the head of his cock.
I still worked his shaft with my fist as I licked around the head of his cock and lapped at any new precum with my tongue. Steve made deep sighs of pleasure and relief as I pumped his cock while tasting it.
Unable to hold off any longer, I took his thick cock into my mouth and pressed it to the back of my throat and beyond. I nestled my nose at the base of his cock, and throated the head for several seconds, giving him a full throat-fucking blowjob.
“Holy fuck!” Steve ushered under his breath, feeling the head of his cock getting sucked on deep within my throat.
I only had one aim, and that was to give him the best blowjob of his life, so he’d come back for more.
Leaving his cock, I put my lips on his full balls and sucked them into my mouth, one at a time. I tugged them gently and felt Steve respond as his cock throbbed in my hand.
“Oh yeah,” he whispered gratefully.
I couldn’t believe I was sucking his balls and cock. And I had to stay focused and try not to be overawed by what was happening, as my tongue licked back up to the head of his cock, and I swallowed it deep again.
Feeling he was loving what I was doing to him, I decided to push my luck, as I slid my free hand between his thighs and under his balls. Gently I felt for his arsehole as I kept focus on sucking his dick. To my surprise, Steve slid down a bit to make it easier for me to get my hand on his ass. Once there, I began to rub a finger over his moist arsehole.
I knew what I was going to do as I sucked hard on Steve’s cock and edged him closer to cumming. My finger was pressing deeper into his arsehole, and I could feel him willingly opening up. Millimetres at a time, my finger pushed into Steve’s moist arsehole. He was gagging for it, as I eventually slid my finger back and forth inside him. I knew most guys loved this, straight or otherwise.
“Oh yes mate,” he said, expressing how much he was loving my mouth and finger.
I knew he was close when he began to squirm in his seat, so I fingered his hole a little deeper and harder and faster, and I did the same to his cock as I sucked up and down on it.
“Oh mate, oh mate,” I heard him say before he froze and held his breath. Then my mouth filled with his warm spunk. One big flow to begin with, then as he gasped, a second and third fired into my mouth as he jerked and spasmed. I slipped my finger from his arsehole as he finished off in my mouth. He gave me a lot of spunk to swallow and I knew he’d not had any sex or a wank for at least a couple of days.
Balls emptied, I let his cock go, and licked my lips as he sat there. He shuddered violently a couple of times as he held his cock, slowly feeling his orgasm dissipate. Then orgasm over, he squeezed his cock as it began to soften. A kernel of spunk sprouted at his pisshole.
“Shall I?” I asked.
He didn’t say anything, so I helped myself as I swooped down and licked the spunk droplet away, then I took a second cheeky lick to savour his cock.
Sitting back up, I was saddened to see Steve shimmy and put his cock away, then pull his boxers and sweats up. The visible lump was there. And I knew what it looked like uncovered. How big it got, and what it tasted like. And best of all, I’d swallowed his spunk. The same stuff that made his kid.
“Alright!?” Steve asked, trying to diffuse a potentially awkward situation.
“Yes, great,” I responded, trying to express the right amount of enthusiasm.
I didn’t want to ask, but I felt the need to say it before normality set in, as I avoided eye contact and asked, “you up for doing that again?”
“Not right now mate,” Steve joked, “But if my missus keeps putting it off, I wouldn’t mind you sucking my nob again. That’s if you want to?”
I knew it was a leading question. A stroke to his ego. Because he knew I’d jump at the chance to blow him again. But giving him his answer I replied, “course I do.”
A minute later, it was as if it never happened. The rain didn’t stop, but we had a job to finish, now I’d given him a blowjob.