[Work Series] The IT Guys pt 3

At first, I was struggling with the thought of having to make the first move. After all, he works in the same company. I am holding a higher position. He can easily file a sexual harassment case against me. Even though this is a personal request, a couple of other IT folks knew he was going to fix my laptop that day.

I waited for his cock to naturally relax...but it didn't. And seeing it hiding under the wet towel made mine as stiff as a board in no time. He noticed it. I tried to redirect his attention to something else...like, the TV.

"Do you have clean shorts I could borrow Sir?"

"Yeah, I do."

Perhaps it was my unconscious (dirty) mind but I grabbed the smallest and shortest pair I have in my closet. He laughed when he saw it.

"Pekpek shorts!"

"That's okay. You have the legs for it!" ve a

I pointed my finger to his toned legs. He had some killer calves. I love toned calves. They turn me on like crazy.

He decided not to wear a shirt so his big chest became somewhat of the attraction of the night. He obviously goes to the gym but he probably is not doing something right. His arms are huge. His chest and legs are toned. He has a small (but cute) tummy. However, something just isn't quite right.

He started doing something on my computer. I can see his hard on fading but I still see the outline of his cock. This is the first time in many months that I am seeing an almost sexy naked guy in my apartment. He looked damn sexy while typing half-naked.

He opened folders... and a few more. Suddenly, he stumbled upon my vast collection of m2m porn. He laughed and waved his finger:

"Hala, this is a company computer Sir! And you have loads of porn here. My boss won't be pleased... hahaa!"

"Haha.. Why don't we keep that a secret."

He somewhat became a little serious.

"I've always been curious about you Sir."

"What do you mean?"

"We all thought you were straight."

"You did? Who's we?"

"The IT team. Us boys."

"Oh... well. The stack of porn confirms I'm not. Haha."

"I guess."

There was a moment of silence. He reached for the glass of water. Then he became even more serious."

"There was this gay guy in our neighborhood who's been bothering me. He thinks I'm too easy.. hehe"

"Why would he think that?"

"I don't know."

"Maybe you're such a tease...."

"No Sir. Never."

"You are kind of a tease. Even in the office..."

"what made you say that Sir?"

"I don't know. I guess you're the type who's probably any gay guy's type."

"So that mean's I'm your type Sir? Hehe. Just kidding."

"Haha... maybe."

Another awkward silence.

"That gay guy from our neighborhood has been asking if he could suck my cock."

"Oh? Did you....give it to him?"

"Hell no! He's like a dirty old gay guy."

"So if he's not dirty and old, you would?"

"Hmmm..."

"Nevermind. Don't answer that."

"That's okay Sir. Honestly, I've been curious.But I have never tried. Does that make me gay?"

"No, not really. I've sucked a lot of straight cocks in the past. They're still living their happy straight lives."

He laughed hard. "Hahaha! Wow, that many Sir?"

"I can't help it if I'm really good.." I bit my lower lip. He laughed again.

I can see his cock slowly rising. He was struggling to keep it down. The small shorts was not helping. His cock was obviously fucking big. The head was slowly making its way out as it's starting to grow bigger and bigger.

"Do....you..."

"What sir?"

"Nevermind.."

"Do ... you want me to?"

"What?"

I don't know what possessed me. I just pulled down his shorts, pulled out his cock and started sucking on the entire thing. I gagged at first. I was right! It was HUGE. Bigger than I expected actually. I started licking the shaft. He seems to like that a lot. But he was pushing my head downward. He likes it fast. I sucked his cock in a swift, steady motion until he yelled profusely and came all over my face.

He let out a shitload of fucking cum. All over my face....and chest. When I turned around, his cum also hit the sofa and the floor. He was a fucking shooter. It was so hot.

I told him to relax while I get the towel. He tried to grab it from me but I insisted that I clean him up. But before I started wiping the cum off with baby wipes and my towel, I just thought of a better idea.

I sucked the cum off slowly... It tasted really sweet. I have never done anything like this before. I never liked asking anyone to cum in my mouth. But for Carlo, my hot IT guy, everything is possible.

"Wooooo!" He exclaimed.

"Wow"

"Wow sir. That was... great"

"Thanks for fixing my computer."

"Welcome sir."

"Just know that I might discover a virus again soon so you might need to come back."

"Hehe. I'll definitely be back Sir."

"No Problem."

He stood up and went to the shower. His butt was hanging out for me to see. I started touching myself again.

"Oh and sir..?"

"Yes Carlo?"

"I don't have to tell you.. that this is our little secret, right?"

"I won't say a word to anyone"

And that has always been our official parting words when he comes over to my apartment.

[Work Series] The IT guy pt 2

Carlo was absent on Thursday. He didn't confirm if he's going to my place to "fix" my laptop. That's another thing. There was nothing wrong with my laptop. I haven't figured out what I should tell him. Of course, I have to lie about it. I'll figure something out.

The following day, he apologized for being absent and promised he will work on my other requests as soon as possible. And he did. That's what really turns me on. He's smart, he's sexy, and he delivers. I wonder if he's the same when he's in my bed.

It was 5'o clock in the afternoon. He went to my office and confirmed if the visit is a go. Of course I said yes. He said he'll drop by around 6PM because he'll be coming from a basketball practice. Nice. I gave him my unit number and directions on how to get there. I was so excited.

He arrived 5 minutes past 6. He apologized for being late. I was wearing very short shorts and my loose shirt. He was still in his basketball shorts. I showed him my other laptop (the one that really had a problem with the OS) and he started fixing it.

"You want beer?"

"Light?"

"I have that and a stronger one... or wine."

"I'll have the light, Sir."

"Good choice."

He was sweating like crazy. The entire process lasted for about an hour. We talked a little about how to fix it the next time it happens. He taught me how to back up my files. He told me where he lives and all that shit.

By the time he's done, I asked him if he wanted to use my bathroom to take a quick bath.

"Can I? I smell like shit."

I laughed. "Not really. But go ahead."

I watched him take off his clothes. I gave him a clean towel. Doesn't he know I'm gay? He took off his pants like he was in a locker room. I got a 5-second glimpse of him wearing only his underwear just before he quickly wrapped himself with the towel. Of course, I deliberately gave him the small towel. He looked damn sexy.

Fifteen minutes later, he was dripping wet. I was sitting on my couch trying to cover my hard on.

"Sorry sir, your floor is wet."

"That's okay..."

He quickly realized that all of shirts were soiled and his shorts were full of his sweat.

"Shit." He said while scratching his head.

"No worries. You can use my washing machine. I have a dryer. It'll dry in no time. You're not in a hurry, are you?"

"Not really. Is it okay if I stay for a little bit?"

Of course my response was a resounding yes.

I gave him a couple more bottles of beer. By the time he finished his third, he was already tipsy. His clothes were still in the washing machine. He was still wrapped in my small towel. When he stood up to reach for the bottle, the tiny knot broke revealing his gorgeous pelvic muscles. Hanes - that's what his underwear says.

"Oops..."

"That's okay." I smiled.

I picked up the towel and gave it to him. But I deliberately shoved it to his crotch.

"Hehe, sir. You're trying to wake up the beast."

I just smiled. "Did I?"

"Just kidding."

"I'm not."

He gave me a confused look. His cock was still hard. I could see it. He didn't cover it with the towel. He was just standing there in front of me as if waiting for something to happen.

"So.." I said.

"So...." He smiled.

[Work Series] The IT guy pt. 1

I started with a new company a couple of months ago. It's great. New job, new beginnings.

New hot boys too.

I was looking at this very quiet systems administrator from the IT department. He's about 5'9" and is extremely buff. They say he works out for a couple of hours everyday at the nearby gym. It shows. His biceps were monstrous. Of course, I only looked from a distance. I was, after all, technically his supervisor. I work on several IT projects and they report to me.

I've never been good at flirting. The first time we had a real conversation, I asked about some IT stuff. Still about work. That's bad. I waited until he started cracking jokes before I asked him personal questions.

Is he married? No. But he has a domestic partner and they have 2 kids.

Is he gay? Definitely not. He's as straight as an arrow - which makes it more exciting.

Does he have a big cock? We're going to find out soon.

I hope nobody noticed that I have been calling IT more frequently to fix the slightest issues I have with my computer. Blurry screen? Call IT. Screen froze for 5 seconds for no reason? Call IT. Internet connection's gone cold? Call IT.

I would always look for Carlo. That's his name.

The first time I thought that getting him was a possibility happened when my files won't sync. Something to do with the connection. I called IT and they sent Carlo to fix it. His sexy Ilonggo accent was intoxicating. It was a Friday. He wore a tight, red Ferrari shirt that exposed his big pecs. They're to die for. Temperature was pretty cold in my office so yes... his nipples stood at attention. I almost licked them when he stood in front of me.

He didn't ask me to leave my desk. Instead, he moved more closely. My arm was sort of scratching with his muscular biceps. I was breathing more slowly than usual. He looked at me and started asking me questions. He scratched his head, showing me more muscles as he bent his left arm.

Then I finally asked him.

"I have this thing with my personal laptop. The OS is sort of - for a lack of a better term - fucked."

"That's easy. We can back up your files and reformat your laptop. Just bring it here tomorrow."

"It's too heavy... and I don't think the guards will let me bring a personal laptop."

He smiled. "Then I can probably drop by this Saturday to check it out."

I squinted. Then smiled. "Sure. Text me what time you can drop by."

"I don't have your number."

"Here you go.. XXXX XXXXXXXX"

And that's how this IT affair started.

To be continued...

Masseur experience (first of Three parts)

I've always wondered what it's like to be in those massage parlors which offer 'extra services' to their patrons. I have been invited numerous times but I politely decline every time I'm asked. I'm too scared to get their service, let alone be seen anywhere near those places as there are tons of TV shows which targets popular gay spots for ratings. I wasn't willing to be part of their game.

Once, I was supposed to have a massage from a guy I met online. He said he knows one of the best Sensual Massage techniques. I was dilly-dallying, unsure if it's safe to meet him in a hotel room. He waited for nearly an hour until I finally had the courage to go to the room and get serviced.

I was pissed. Not only did he attempt to do everything in a jiffy, he pulled out his cock and forced it into my mouth as soon as he started. I asked myself, Is this how this is supposed to be done? I made him feel like I'm irritated but he didn't budge. He just massaged me a bit, stroked his cock occasionally, and asked me to suck his cock. That's the service I am never going to ask from my masseur.

'I was hoping I'd still be getting that Sensual Massage.' I said.

'You were a bit late and I still have to be somewhere.'

'Another customer?'

'No, another job.'

'Well, can I at least get what I came here for?'

'Isn't this what you wanted?'

The guy had clearly no idea. I gave him the payment I agreed to pay and stormed out of the hotel room. I left him wondering why I left a sexy, naked masseur like him alone, without even sucking him or stroking his cock. I was pissed.

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The second masseur experience I had was better. At least he knew how to give a good massage. He was a bit of a flirt too, which I really liked about him. He kept pretending to touch my balls and penis by accident. I tried so hard not to have a hardon but it was just so difficult. When it came to massaging my chest, he had to knead my skin like a soft dough. It gave me one of the most exciting reactions of my body. My dick was extra hard by the time he focused on my nipples.

He went down, massages my pelvis and skipped my cock. He massaged my legs. And just when my cock was obviously beating like crazy, he massaged it, put his two hands around it and started stroking it. I was shocked. Even better, he sucked my cock without any inhibitions. Though I knew how he was just forced to do so, I admire him for at least trying.

I sucked him too, he had a huge cock. Then, he put my cock betweek his legs, and pretended like I was fucking him. It reminded me a little bit of my ex, who liked doing that too. So I decided to switch. I put his thick cock between my hairy legs. He was moaning and it didn't sound THAT fake. I'd like to think it may have made him feel horny too.

That was hot.

But something hotter did happen just a few days ago.

To be continued....