Three weeks had passed since my unforgettable tryst with Brad Kendall. Three weeks, and I could not get it out of my mind. The golden glow of his body, slick with sweat, as he pushed in and out of me, the feel of his cock in my hands...I could feel myself slowly going mad with anticipation as each day I waited. He had told me that there would be another time, that he would let me know, but three weeks had passed without so much as a word. Sure, I saw him every day at the office, and we exchanged formalities, but that was it.
As a way to push Brad Kendall out of my mind, I had begun seeing someone else. His name is Anthony Youngstown, or Tony, as he prefers to be addressed. I met him the weekend after my rendezvous with Brad. He's a go-go boy at the local gay club, Bonerattlers. I took him home the first night, and we proceeded to have hot, mind-blowing sex. Tony is everything I could want in a man, but yet I still find myself pining for Brad. Some nights, as Tony pounds into my body, I almost call out Brad's name.
A decision had to be made, either I could forget Brad and move on, or I could stir things up on my own. I decided on the latter.
I'm not sure how I mustered up the courage, but somehow I found myself at Brad's desk at the end of the work day.
He smiled cockily at me. "Back so soon?"
I shifted uncomfortably. I was new in the role of the seducer. Brad had played that part before.
I glanced inconspicuously around, pleased to see that we were alone.
"Brad," I started, my mouth dry. He just stared at me, waiting for me to continue, his sexy mouth pursed into a grin. "Brad, you said that you would let me know."
"Let you know what?" He teased. As if he didn't fucking know.
"I can't stop thinking about you. I-I....need you."
His grin faded abruptly. "Jesus." He ran a hand over his hair, tousling it sexily. "What did I tell you, Chris? I told you I would let you know, and I meant it. This is exactly why I never have a trick more than once."
"It doesn't have to be like last time," I explained patiently. "In fact..." My finger traced its way over the bulge in his pants. "I was thinking about inviting a friend."
He moaned as my hand quickly unbuttoned his jeans. I gripped his penis firmly, feeling its familiar weight once more. It rose in response to my touches. "Oh really," he struggled for control of his voice. "A threesome...I underestimated you, Chris."
"Don't worry about it," I whispered as my tongue traced over the head of his cock. I tugged his boxer briefs downwards, so that his balls were exposed to my hands. I began sucking in earnest, my tongue darting over his penis head. He pumped his hips in rhythm to my sucking, moaning incoherently. I loved seeing him like this, wanton and out of control. I tugged his balls periodically, staving off his orgasm as long as I could.
When I thought he could take no more, I released his balls, and sucked until I thought my face would fall off. He grunted, his dick quivering. He was about to come. He tried to push my head away, but my mouth latched steadfast to his pulsating cock. I tasted his warm, gentleman's juice pour over my tongue and down my throat. I loved the taste of his load, it was almost sugar to my mouth. I pulled my head from his cock and kissed him thoughtfully. Traces of his cum were left on his lips, which I licked away.
"We'd better get out of here soon," I said reluctantly.
"I'm going to the bathroom to clean up." He rose to his feet, looking me up and down. Care to join me?"
Was he inviting me for more workplace sex? Fuck yeah I wanted to join him.
