[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...

Mock-fucked

Today I got mock-fucked. You know, the other guy puts his cock in your ass but not IN you. I went to Robinsons Manila to watch Oz: The Great and Powerful (great movie by the way) when I noticed a few guys standing in the back. The theatre wasn't exactly full so we already know what's going on back there. I went to the restroom then stood by the concrete divider. There were four of us. One guy was tall, kinda chunky but also kinda hot. The second guy was ugly but was so eager-horny. The third one was lanky and shy.
So here's what happened. I flirted with Guy #1 and he let me suck his dick. At first, the size was disappointing but I am a 'skilled worker'. His cock was ginormous in no time. Tasted great too. We heard steps. Someone was approaching. We stopped and switched partners. I was being sucked by Guy #2. He was fucking good. He knew how to play with his tongue and he licked every fucking inch of my cock. VERY SKILLED indeed. My favorite (which is normally not really my favorite but this guy was so good so..) was when he sucked me around the shaft, licked it like melting ice cream and put everything in his mouth in a split second. That was hot. Then we heard steps again. We stopped. Then switched partners again.
Before the wizard defeated the witches, Guy #1 was now being sucked by Guy #2. The two were at it like they didn't know what subtle means. The scene was so hot I wanted to take a video and post it on Xtube. On the other hand, Guy # 3 was playing with my ass cheeks. He moved his fingers around it. Suddenly, I was surprised when he pulled my shorts and put his cock inside me. No condom but of course, he didn't even get through gate 1. I pretended he was already in me, I moaned. He liked it. I was being mock-fucked! It was hot! I just imagined it was real. Minutes later, a splash of cum covered my ass. Great. My underwear was soiled. I ran to the restroom and wiped his cum with tissue. He gave me a pat on the back like I did something great. He smiled at me and left. Then he came back. He spanked my right ass cheek. He smiled again then left.
Have you ever been mock-fucked?

3:59 AM

I became immobile for a moment. Mortified is an understatement to describe how I felt that moment. There I was thinking we were having a hot private moment. Who knows how long the roommate has been watching me fuck 'power bottom'?

'Did we wake you?' PB asked.
'No.. no. Actually I got thirsty.'
'Oh.'

We were still on the couch. Me inside him. I wasn't moving at all.

And to make the situation even more awkward, the roommate moved closer as if inspecting what just happened on their couch. He kept trying to get a good view of my cock still inserted in his friend's hole. He was smiling, enjoying the sight of me - the mortified visitor, barenaked with his friend still sitting on my lap.

'I think I better wash up.' He finally said.
'You do that.'

He stood up, revealing my [still] hard cock wrapped in ultra thin condom filled with cum. The rubber was clean. He really was a good bottom. Knows his stuff.

I motioned for power bottom to give me a tissue but he ran upstairs. His friend grabbed the roll of tissue but didn't give it to me.

'Let me help you with that.'
'Huh?'
'Man, you're still hard.' He looked at my cock as if he wanted to have it too. I didn't smile. I just sat there thinking what could possibly happen next.

He pulled s few sheets of tissue and slowly - very slowly - pulled the condom from my cock. There was a weird sensation while he was doing it. I looked at him and he was biting his lip while doing this, he was making a moan-like sound. My cock responded.

'Ooh. Someone still wants to play.'

I smiled.

'Bathroom?'
'Thanks.'

He showed me the way to the 2nd bathroom. He left for 1 minute and came back with a clean towel. Power bottom was nowhere to be found. Probably still washing up.

Roommate knocked on the door - but instead of giving me the towel, he went inside and locked the door behind him. He smiled and started splashing water on me. I obliged. What's the harm of having someone give me a nice quick bath?

It took 5 minutes . He kept massaging my hard cock - used two soaps and a feminine wash. Yes, a feminine wash.

'They say this keeps you clean.' He laughed. I smiled.
'That should keep me clean all day now, thank you.'

He wiped me clean. He smiled and I politely asked for the towel. He gave it to me. I wiped my face dry while he sat on the toilet bowl and started sucking my cock. I didn't have time to react. He was absofuckinglutely a better sucker than his friend. I lost my balance for a second and almost fell on the bathroom floor but he pushed me against the bathroom door.

He was in a hurry, as if scared of getting caught by his friend. I moaned, and moaned and pulled his hair - I didn't know whether to stop him or not. I just came twice and my legs are weak from the energy I released a few moments ago.

But he knew better. He didn't stop. As I try to keep pulling his hair, he did my favorite - deep throat - even better he put my cock and my huge pair of balls in his mouth. He gagged for a minute but managed to keep everything in - all these while playing his wet tongue on my balls. I can't describe how much pleasure that brought me.

I came after a couple of minutes but much less than the first and second round. He wiped his mouth clean. ' Ahhh. Wow.'

I was still catching my breath. I left the bathroom while he gargled with some mouthwash. I sat on the same couch and waited. Power bottom suddenly reappeared, this time in his boxers ready to hit the sack. His roommate came out of the bathroom.

'I bought juice it's in the red pitcher.'
'Yeah, I found it. ' He grinned.

It was time to leave.

'Hey thanks dude. Here's my number. ' He typed it on my phone. 'Next time.' He winked. I winked back.

I said goodbye to his friend. He said, 'Yeah, feel free to come back.' I almost laughed.

The 'Married' Life part two

As I thought about it, Thad had a good point. Carrie did get married in the movie. But now does that mean everyone else has to do the same thing? Aren't singles given credit for making the choice of their marital status? And whenever failed relationships happen, especially for marriages, do you have to keep searching for 'the one'?

Our texting spree didn't really end with the mention of Sex and the City. He asked how I am doing now and I said I'm fine. I got out of a relationship - or pseudo whichever is more appropriate for you -- and I am currently not looking. Surprisingly, I was telling the truth.

'Well, I'm glad you're okay. I wish you more success and finally a relationship so your life would be complete.'

I didn't bother replying to that message. What does it mean? Does a relationship always complete someone's life? Or is it life's big lid that controls the life of a happy and carefree single guy?

Later that day, I decided I couldn't let this pass without asking for my friends' opinions on the matter. I called Joe and he noticed that I sounded so upset.

'My friend Thad thinks I'm lonely.'
'Did he say that?'
'No, but he wished me good luck in finding myself a relationship to complete my life.'
'I hate it when people say that.'
'Like it's a pill you have to take to keep your sanity!'
'Like it's a lubricant you have to put on your cock to make your life more pleasurable.'
'When did having a relationship become a prerequisite to a successful and happy life?'
'WHy does it bother you so much?'
'Because I hate to think that people are now looking at me saying Poor boy, he doesn't have a boyfriend. He'll grow old and lonely.'
'Who the fuck cares what they think. I go to bars alone but I always make sure I don't leave alone.'

That's the thing about single guys. We can hook-up whenever and wherever. But is it enough to show this to those 'married guys'?

'Kai, this isn't a contest where you need to show your medal to your friends.'
'Apparently, it is.'
'WHy so?'
'Thad said I will see his quote unquote husband when I'm also married so we can have a double date.'
'WHat the fuck?'
'Yeah what the F.. now it's a prerequisite to a nice dinner with a friend too.'
'Then why don't you just get a date?'

I didn't think about that. But now that he brought it up, I thought it would be a bad idea.

'Even worse because he might think I'm just pretending to be happy.'
'Are you?'
'No, I don't think I have to pretend.. I mean...'
'No, I mean -- are you happy?'

And that's the question we've all been wanting to answer.

Porntifications 4.0

Later that week, I tried my best to avoid Buck. He texted me like a hundred times but before I could read the message I press delete and go back to my life trying to take my mind off the '50-dollar jack off live show'.

'Do you think he was kidding? 50 dollars is a lot for just seeing someone enjoy himself.'

Joe is the one person I turn to when it comes to the Buck issue. He's sexually active and he dates any guy -- and I mean JUST ANY guy. I figured he would have a better view of the whole situation.

'I thought so too. But then he said the guy's old and rich. It was his first and last expensive jack-off session.'
'I just can't believe someone would pay that amount to see someone touch himself.'
'On webcam...'
'Yeah, see that's what I'm saying. You can get someone to do it for 100 pesos.'
'I frowned. 'That's not even 5 dollars!'
'That's my point.'
'DO you think he's just lying?'
'Why, do you have another theory?'
'He's pretty gorgeous. What if he's really an escort?'
'I think he's a pretty decent guy.'
'Decent enough to jack off for 50?'
'Dollars -- don't let anyone think it's for a third world's currency.'

---

After talking to Joe, I wondered why I was so bothered about the whole thing. People do crazy stuff to survive in the jungle and he was no different from us animals. Joe made a good point: he's too gorgeous to be an escort - too gorgeous that he'd be ridiculously overpriced and would be charging more for tips.

So after a few more missed calls and some more text messages, I decided I was ready to have a little chat with the porn star.

Kaionthego: Buzz!
BuckF: HEY, I called like a hundred times
Kaionthego: Yeah, sorry.
BuckF: Sorry I freaked you out.
Kaionthego: No, it's just me. I was just surprised.
BuckF: Of course, you were.
Kaionthego: I thought you would say you're Paris Hilton's lost brother or something.
BuckF: Haha [smiley] Unfortunately, I'm not.
Kaionthego: [smiley]
BuckF: Can I call you?
Kaionthego: Sure.

Less than 10 seconds later, we were on the phone. And this time, I was controlling the conversation.

'Tell me the truth.'
'Okay..'
'Did you just make that all up to cover the fact that you're a male escort?'
'What? What are...'
'That you get paid by rich and arrogant queens?'
'No, what are you talking..'
'And if you like them you suck them too?'
'STOP.'

I realized I had to. I was talking way too fast I couldn't keep up with myself. It was an ambush interview with the porn star.

'I am not going to explain what I do anymore. I just told you -- only you because I know you will understand and because I like you.'

There was an uncomfortable pause.

'Hello?'
'I'm still here.' I finally managed to say a few words.
'It's not like what you think, no.'
'Of course, it's not.'
'Hey, don't patronize me.'
'I'm not. I'm just talking.'
'So can I finally see you?'
'Hmm..'
'Tonight?'
'Gee, I don't know. Don't you have a show at 9AM Central time?'

He made a sound that made me realize he was getting annoyed.

'Alright. Alright. Fine.'
'And that's 9PM MANILA time for you.'
'I hope you're wearing something...'
'I hope I won't be by the end of the night.'

And so we went to that new restaurant -- the same one where we were supposed to go when he broke the news about his occupation. I realized, if you like someone, it won't matter whether he's a porn star or someone with poses for DNA or PlayGirl.

The important thing is that he does the most intimate thing with only you, to only you and only for you.

And that his wanking costs 50 dollars too.

Masseur experience (Fin)

The similar thing happened. I was there and this masseur named Derrick or Erick (I forgot which one it is) was there. He asked me to remove the towel I wore around my shoulders. I was only wearing my shorts. He asked me to lie on my chest while he start with my back. The massage was very ... sensual. He wasn't big with conversation unlike other masseurs. I like it that way.

He slowly reached for my lower body. He gently slid down my shorts which exposed my butt. I was very shy but then he started massaging it like he didn't care so I was okay. The way he massaged it, I thought he was already on to something.

'Is the pressure okay?'
'Uhm, yeah. Yes it is.'

He was kneading my ass for a good five minutes now and I couldn't help but wonder, did my buns look so stressed that he felt he had to massage it for that long? And that's when it started. He focused on one cheek. It was great. And when he moved to the other, I noticed he was touching my crack a lot. I didn't mind it at first but then it was as if he was looking for my hole. I tried to keep it together, my face was covered but I couldn't hide my expression. I was excited.

As he put his hands, following the shape of my ass, he slowly touched my balls like it was an accident -- but it sure wasn't. I moved a bit, trying to see if the second time would be different but it wasn't. In fact, he touched it even more but you can tell he's pretending that it's all part of the massage. And then, a few seconds after, he did a technique that massaged half of my balls, went up my ass and separated the cheeks and caressed my hole.

I think I moaned a little.

'Sir? Was the pressure too much?'
'Uhm, no it's... fine.'

Fuck the pressure. The guy was obviously playing with me. When he was done with my back, he asked me to lie on my back. He knelt on the edge of the bed near my head and started massaging my shoulders. It was great. It was great until I was shocked when he started massaging my chest. It wasn't just an ordinary massage. He was going through my nipples, slowly, gently, and not just the areola but the tip itself. Though it was extreme uncomfortable and was a pain in the gut, I struggled not to have an erection because I thought, if I'm wrong and this guy's really just trying to give me a massage, then that would be so embarrassing.

He went to the other side of the bed. My face was covered with a towel but I could see him looking at me, then he looked at my dick which, at that time was starting to gain some muscle. He was massaging my right hand when suddenly, he went for my stomach area. I was shocked that I almost sat but immediately went back to my previous position and apologized. I told him it tickles.

Then, he massaged my thighs, this time completely touching my balls as my dick slowly stood up until it exhibited a full erection right in front of the masseur. As if touching my balls wasn't enough, he massaged the area around my hard penis, careful not to touch my big gun. He used both hands to massaged my thighs. I didn't realize I was moaning so hard until he put his arm on my hard dick, massaged my stomach while his arm was slowly, slowly massaging my very, very, very hard tool.

I was somehow in a state of shock. I didn't know what to do. Am I going to give in and grab his dick too? Are we gonna have sex right now? Who's going to blow who? How much am I supposed to pay for all this?

When he sensed that I was a bit uncomfortable, he asked again:

'Sir, everything okay?'
'Uhm, yeah but could you stop with the stomach. It tickles. Sorry.'

I thought of apologizing for my hardon but I realized it would be too embarrassing.

When the massage was done, he asked if I wanted to stay. I told him yes I would love that. He then covered my body with towels and told me to cum -- I mean come again next time. I asked for his name and he gave it to me, only I didn't know if it was Derrick or Erick. Or maybe it was something else. I was still hung over by what just happened.

And let me tell you, my dear friends, it was the most orgasmic thing I've ever experienced - like it was sex without THE sex. No man has ever touched me that way hahaha!

Something tells me I'm gonna be back for more...

--END--