Chapter Six #3
I understood and ate my cum from his hand. I had just finished and was no longer horny out of my mind. But doing that, performing for him, was more of an erotic thrill than what had come before. I ended up licking his hand and forearm clean.
“Good boy. Waste not, want not.” Alec smiled. “Stay there.”
I stood there, naked, exhausted, and covered in his cooling semen. The water turned on, and a minute later, Alec returned with two washcloths—one warm and damp, the other dry.
“Sit,” he said, gesturing to my bed.
I did as told, then let him wipe and clean my face and body. The warmth of the cloth felt good, replacing his cold cum. It was tender and sweet. He took his time and ensured he got all of it, but he was careful to limit his touching to just the towel. He dried me off with an even softer touch.
Once done, Alec stood up and fetched his underwear off the floor. I watched him bend over and slide them on. When he turned around, he looked surprised I was watching him.
“That was fun, Mason. But let’s talk about it in the morning? I’ve been struggling to keep my eyes open since I came.”
“Ok, sounds good,” I said and watched him get into his bed. We said goodnight after I put my underwear on and got into my own.
I didn’t know why, but I thought we’d share a bed after that. And how tender he was cleaning me. It was like a cuddle after sex, but it wasn’t, and I wanted to badly. Something else new for me.
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The clack, clack–click of laptop keys roused me from a dream.
My head hurt, my face felt tight, and my mouth tasted gross.
Before I could recognize it as a hangover, or even open my eyes, my dream slipped away.
A large, hairy, muscular man towered over me, pouring hot semen all over my face and body over and over again.
My eyes shot open as the night before became clearer. Not all of it, not until later, and some of it gone forever—like what the fuck I was thinking—but enough. The fragmented memory kept me hard as stone under my covers, but was more than concerning. All of it.
I hooked up with Alec. What we did wasn’t much more than mutual masturbation, but it was a sex act.
If he was still with his wife, it would’ve been cheating.
What was going to happen? Did we have to go to HR?
I didn’t want to do that. Could we pretend it never happened? That might be best, but then…
I wanted to do it again. Some part of me lamented I didn’t get to suck his cock. And while I thought swallowing his load was hot, it was just ehh in the light of day. No, what I wanted was to blow my sexy-as-fuck boss and then let him unload in my mouth. That was hot.
Alec heard me stirring and turned around. He was working at the desk in his underwear and glasses. He said, “Morning, man. Your head hurt as bad as mine?” And laughed.
He sounded normal, like my boss and friend. Not at all like he had cleaned his semen off my face, or that I called him sir while naked and erect. For a second, I thought maybe it was just a dream, and Alec was still just my straight, soon-to-be-divorced, early 30s boss.
“Worse,” I said with a weak laugh. “Did you bring ibuprofen? I don’t think I did. Wasn’t planning on drinking that much.”
He rolled his eyes, shook his head, and smiled. “Yeah, it’s in the bathroom.” When I didn’t get out of bed, he got some for me and a glass of water.
After I took the pain relievers, he returned to the desk and said, “Look, man. We need to talk.”
My heart jumped into my throat. Part of me wanted to cut him off and say we were all good.
Take control of the situation. Instead, his face, that handsome, too masculine for me face, looked like he was breaking bad news to a love sick intern.
I said nothing. I couldn’t. For someone so used to being the big swinging dick in the room, Alec cowed me.
“Last night was fun.” He chuckled. “A shit ton of fun. You’re a kinky little shit, aren’t you?” He chuckled again. “But we drank way too much, and things got out of hand. Yeah, I’ve always found you attractive, but it was a mistake. One we can’t repeat. Yeah?”
“Uh, yeah.”
“Yeah? You get it, right? It’s not only an HR nightmare, because I’m your boss, but…
dude… the sir thing? Me ordering you around like that?
Don’t get me wrong, it was hot as fuck in the moment, but it was kinda fucked up because I’m your boss.
Right? There’s—shit—a power imbalance, or whatever?
Right? Between us. So, even if it didn’t jeopardize our jobs, it’s not okay for us to fool around again. Yeah?”
He was so unsure of himself that it was painful. For him to say, and for me to watch. He kept scrunching his face, and his glasses would slide down his nose, only to push them back up. Painful, but endearing. So much so that my boner started to come back.
I shifted under the covers to hide it. “Yeah, man, I get it. No worries.”
“Are you sure? If you’re not okay, please tell me, man.
I wasn’t thinking with the big head last night, and I take any and all responsibility for what happened.
I can transfer you to another Sr. Rep. But I genuinely like you, and we make a good team.
Or I can get my own room out of pocket from now on.
Well, shit.” He moved his glasses to massage the bridge of his nose.
“The conference is next week. I can’t get another room.
But I can get sick and not go, if you’d feel more comfortable with that. ”
“Alec, calm the fuck down.” I laughed. “If anything, I’m disappointed it can’t happen again. But I get it. We were drunk and horny. It happened, but it’s not a big deal.”
Before he let it go, he said, “Are you sure you’re sure?”
“Positive.”
I watched his shoulders slump as he exhaled. “Good. Cause I don’t want to do any of that shit. Outside of you being a hot, kinky, little fuck, you’re a great teammate, and fun to hang around with.”
I chuckled. “You too.”
I got it. It was stupid. We couldn’t be doing that shit. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t disappointed. But also kind of relieved. I didn’t think of myself as the kind of guy to call another man sir, or reach sexual nirvana while he sprayed hot jizz all over my face.
Before he turned back to his computer, I said, “But, uh, what the fuck?”
“What?”
“I thought you hated cheating and weren’t open, but there you were on Flare, sending dick pics to random dudes.”
His face heated. “No. I only downloaded it once my wife told me she’d be dating.”
“Oh, for real? Have you hooked up with a lot of guys?”
“No. That was my first sexual interaction with another man. I was always curious, and if she was dating, I figured it was my chance to flirt and see what’s out there. I was not planning on doing anything with another man yet. If ever, but definitely not yet.”
“Really?”
“Yeah.”
“Did you like it? Or was it a one-time deal for you?”
He smirked, looked down, and shook his head. “Mason, if things were different, I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off you.”
“Fuck.” My heart rate went up. “I feel the same way, not gonna lie.”
“Good to know.” He smiled and shook his head again. “How about you? Do you hook up with guys often? I know you fuck women. The whole office does.”
“Nope. Other than that time in college, this was it.”
“Then why are you on Flare?” He couldn’t keep the snark from his voice.
“Same as you, I guess. I like to flirt, exchange dick pics, talk dirty. All that.”
“So you don’t meet up with anyone? I got the impression that’s a cardinal sin on that app.”
“Nope. Sometimes I need my ego stroked as much as my cock.” I laughed, and so did he.
“There’s the Blackwood I know.” He laughed harder. “Sounds about right.”
“Yeah, well, you’re not meeting up either. So we’re both asshole time wasters.”
“I’ve been called that a million times.”
“So have I.” We laughed.
“Look at us, just a couple of asshole time wasters,” he said.
“Peas in a pod. No wonder we work so well together.”
“You can say that again.”
When I went to shower and get dressed, I was okay with it never happening again.
I felt much closer to Alec. Which was clear the rest of that day and the flight home.
We bonded in a way. We both knew the other’s secret and were more than okay with keeping it.
Outside of our professional relationship, which was stellar, I hoped a genuine friendship could form.
Not everyone can say that they let their hot buddy blow a load all over their face.
Not that I would ever tell anyone, but the memory alone was enough for me.