Coming Out in the It Closet

After our rendezvous in the IT closet, it was a couple of days before I met John again as he and his colleagues were busy in another part of the building. One morning he and his buddies showed up in the lab to continue their work. John was friendly, but awkward, it was clear that he was afraid I might say something in front of his colleagues. I just kept on working and acting completely normal. He should not have had any worries as there was no way I would "out" either him or myself.

Later during the day, we were alone again and he was squatting down working under a lab bench sporting that famous plumber's crack. There was still some awkward tension even though we were alone. I took a laboratory water bottle and squirted water down his crack. "Motherfucker!" he yelled and jumped up and shoved me playfully. We had a good laugh about it and after that everything was back to normal even when his colleagues were back. I was of course still interested in doing something with him, but I thought it best to let him give an indication if he was interested.

On Friday of that week, we accidentally drove into the parking lot at the same time and walked together to the main building which was a good 300 yards away. "Hey man, how's it going?" I said to start off the conversation.

"Good man, glad it's Friday." He seemed friendly enough, but I could sense he was nervous and I wasn't sure why. "You know I'm not gay or anything, right?"

"Yeah, sure man, I know," I responded. "Don't worry, I would never think that, tell anyone anything or bother you."

"Thanks man," he said and then there was a long pause. "I was wondering if you might like to come over tonight and watch the boxing match, I can make some Moscow Mules and get some pizza."

"Sure man, sounds good, you still live in the same place?"

"Yeah, come on by about six-thirty." We had reached the reception by that point and we parted ways without any more conversation.

I was intrigued the whole day wondering if he was interested in something again, or was this just a way of being friendly and showing no hard feelings for the awkwardness earlier in the week. I was a little ambivalent about the whole thing. I knew myself well enough to know that I wanted something to happen and that I would be disappointed if nothing happened. Anyway, I got through the day and the suspense of wondering if something might happen.

Before going over to John's, I took a shower, shaved my ass crack and cleaned myself out. I had never had anal sex, but thought back to my boy scout days, "always be prepared."

When I arrived, he had just gotten out of the shower, had hopped into some sweat pants and a black wife beater that really showed off his biceps and pecs. He was clearly not wearing underwear as his beer can was filling out the front of the sweat pants nicely. His beard was still wet from the shower and he smelled of a masculine sports soap. Damn, I was already horny for him, but I was determined that he should make the first move if he wanted anything more than company to watch the match.

We sat on each end of the sofa in front of the TV with our drinks and talked just like any two guys meeting to watch the fight. It was still too early for the match so we were watching sitcoms and the pre-fight show. We each had three of his Moscow Mules which were damn strong and we both seemed to be pretty comfortable.

The fight turned out to be a bust, a total knockout in the second round. "What the fuck is this shit? I spent fifty dollars on the pay for view!" We both laughed and he turned the channel over to a hockey game that was in progress.

I noticed that he kept looking me out of the corner of his eye and every now and again looked directly into my face with a weird, little smile. I just smiled back, thinking, "is this guy interested or not?" I could see his bulge was larger and he scooted around on the sofa until his sweat pants were slipping down over his ass cheeks a little. He dropped the TV remote on the floor and I got a nice view of his hairy crack peeking over the top of the sweat pants. Fuck! There it was in all its glory. My cock stiffened, blood rushed to my forehead and my breathing quickened. I was thinking "hmmm, was this a move?" but he retrieved the remote and sat in his position on the sofa again.

I was feeling quite a bit of sexual tension and my desire was increasing even though I wasn't getting any clear signals from him. Then, he dropped the remote again, leaned over the arm of the sofa to retrieve it, flashing his crack at me. It was taking a little longer to get the remote this time and she was showing more ass. Then it hit me! That must be his move!

I threw caution to the wind and leaned over and started tonguing that fine, hairy crack! Fuck, it tasted so good--a mixture of masculine soap and fresh ass sweat! I licked and chewed on the wiry hair enjoying the coarse texture on my tongue. I pulled his sweat pants down and licked down the crack, over his taint and concentrated on the back side of his balls. "FUCK, YEAH", FUCK YEAH," he moaned.

I continued to lick up and down the length of his balls, taint and crack and finally dived in to find his hole. The skin was velvety smooth and burning hot to my tongue. I focused on teasing it as much as possible, licking around the rim, flicking it with the tip of my tongue and pushing my tongue in a little. Fuck! I was horny! My cock was stretching my pants and my forehead was pounding. The pleasure of tonguing his hole took me over and I was lost from the rest of the world. I stiffened my tongue and pressed it in, gently at first and increased the rhythm and tempo until the length of my tongue was fully penetrating his hole. " Mother of fucking god!" he yelled and started growling like an animal and his body was trembling.

In a flash, he suddenly flipped over facing me, grabbed my shirt with both hands and pulled it off, ripping all of the buttons off, he then proceeded to jerk my pants off and pulled me on top of him in a sixty-nine position. He dove in and licked my ass roughly with his broad, hot tongue all the time growling like a bear. My cock was throbbing and pre-cum was freely flowing. His rock hard beer can cock stared me in the face and I moved down and licked and sucked on it. It was even harder than it was in the closet and it was jerking up and down.

He tongue fucked me, ravaging my ass, I had never had anal stimulation like this and it was driving me wild. I was so horny that I opened my mouth wide to accommodate his beer can cock and pressed down until the massive monster was in my mouth and pressed into my throat. I was gagging and could hardly breathe but it was lodged in and it would be a process to get it out again. He bucked his hips to face fuck me and on when he thrust his cock in further, I couldn't breathe. On the out strokes, I could get a little air through my nose. My head was getting lighter and I thought I might pass out, but the pleasure of his hot tongue in my ass and his massive cock propped down my throat was driving me crazy. My whole body was shivering and shaking with pleasure.

In another flash, he pulled his cock out of my mouth, flipped me around and pressed me down on the sofa on my stomach. He was pressing his cock into my crack, but in that position, there was no way he could even get access to my hole. I moved myself into a doggy position with my arms resting on the arm of the sofa and like a horny bull, he pressed his cock against my virgin hole.

Fucking hell man! I didn't think this was going to work. I had never had anything bigger than an enema nozzle in my ass and now he was trying to cram that motherfucking ten pounder in. He spat on his cock and continued to poke and prod my hole. He was able to get the tip in and in his crazed state, he thrust roughly, pushing his cock against my ring muscle. Holy motherfucker that hurt and I cried out in pain and moved until his cock had backed out a little. I think he was so horny he had lost touch with reality and he thrust his cock harder breaking through my ring muscle. I cried out in pain and thought I would die. Once through, he continued his thrusting rampage. The pain was so excruciating that I actually passed out for a few seconds. When I came to, the pain was a little less and I was starting to relax.

In his horned up state, there was no stopping him and continued to fuck me mercilessly. He started massaging my neck and shoulder muscles as he pumped my ass and eventually I was able to further relax my ass and enjoy the feeling of his massive log breeding my ass. He also began to relax a little as well and moved closer to me and found a nice tempo where we both could enjoy the fuck. He leaned over my back and I could feel his hairy pecs against my shoulders. He put his right arm around my neck in a loose chokehold and just feeling my chin resting on his gigantic bicep was stimulating. Oh yes, I had never imagined anal sex could be so pleasurable.

He continued to fuck me in the more relaxed rythym until he was getting ready to shoot. He started pumping harder and faster again. This time my ass was relaxed enough to enjoy a rough ride to the end. I was jacking my own cock at the same tempo. His body started trembling, then shaking and he let out a primordial yell and shot blast after blast of his hot cum deep inside me. I shot rope after rope of cum at the same time.

He collapsed on top of me on the sofa and we lay there panting and enjoying the aftermath of the hot fuck and climax. With the effects of the alcohol and sex, we both feel asleep for a little while. I woke up first and his cock was still propped in my ass and the size and volume still felt good in my canal. He woke up a couple of minutes later and pulled to extract his cock from my ass with a loud pop---reminding me of two dogs stuck together after fucking.

We sat groggily on the sofa with our heads in our hands and rested a bit. When we were both a little more back to normal, he looked at me and said "Uh, I am not really gay or anything like that, you know."

This really pissed me off, "Fuck off with that I'm not gay shit. I never said you were and I couldn't fucking care less if you are straight, gay, or if you like to fuck goats. We are two horny guys who have just had a great fuck, so enjoy it instead of ruining it with some "I'm not gay" guilt trip shit."

He just sat there and stared at me with an incredulously blank look and finally said emotionlessly, "You sound just like Angie when she gets mad."

"Fuck you!" I said jokingly and added, "I bet I'm a better fuck than that bitch."

He started laughing and leaned in and kissed me.