The alarm went off and Max reached out, grabbed it and threw it across the room. "Damn him," he thought to himself. He'd had so little sleep how the hell was he supposed to work, especially if he was going to spend the whole day thinking about Sam, which he thought was inevitable. Dragging himself out of bed and towards the bathroom he caught a sight of himself in the mirror. Rubbing his eyes he mumbled to himself, "God, what do I look like!"
He carried on to the shower, turned it on and stepped in. Leaning his head against the tiled wall, he let his hand wander down to his dick -- he needed to do something to get him through the day otherwise he wasn't going to last.
The day pretty much went as he suspected it would. He did the work, but only mechanically; he spent most of the day thinking about that talented stranger who had given him such an unforgettable night. Several times during the day he had to take check of himself before he got too carried away with his memories. Feeling his cock harden again he had to rush to the bathroom at least twice to deal with it. Emerging afterwards he felt sure that everyone was looking at him and he blushed uncontrollably.
Returning home, he headed straight for the cans in the fridge. "Fuck what the hell has gotten into me, I'm almost 40 and I'm acting like a fucking teenager again," he said as he downed a can in one. This certainly called for him to get totally pissed. At least he could spend the day tomorrow hung over and wanking without having to worry about everyone at work knowing about it.
A part of him wanted to go out that night, back to the club to see if he could find Sam again, but he remembered what Sam had said about same time next week. Better not go and piss him off, if he said same time next week he must have a damn good reason for it. So a night in front of the telly it was then -- with only a quick expedition to the shops to get more alcohol in for the late night football.
Well, the alcohol was a blessing. Luckily it seemed to knock him out quite early, so early he missed the football, but it also meant that he didn't stay awake most of the night thinking about the elusive Sam. It also helped that he didn't wake up until 11 the next day -- less time to dwell and think. The more time he wasted thinking about Sam the more he wanted him, and in turn the more he would need to relieve himself. Stretching as he rolled out of bed he decided he better get to the shops and do the weekly shopping.
So that was the shape of his day. A quick spin around Sainsbury's to stock up on more alcohol and ready meals, then back to his flat to relax for the rest of the day. Not long after he got back from the shops his phone went off. Ah Pete, no doubt ringing to brag about his Saturday night conquest -- another Sunday ritual.
"Hey Max, what the hell happened to you Friday night?"
"What do you mean?"
"You went to the bar to get me a drink and never came back."
"Oh."
"Oh what? Don't tell me you finally got lucky."
"Well actually..."
"Fuck man! It's about time!"
"Yeah, I know, has been a while."
"A while, it's been a fucking age!"
"Yeah."
"So anyway this piece of arse I had last night was amazing."
"Really?" Back on the subject that Pete liked best -- his own conquests, time to "yeah" and "really" in the right places.
After a further 10 minutes of getting all the intimate details, the one way conversation came to an end. "Got to go, but meet you usual place usual time, bye," with that Pete was gone. It was always the same, Pete met some guy, Pete shagged some guy senseless, Pete told Max all the details, and Max felt jealous at his lack of guy. Only this time he wasn't jealous as he had some guy, just a shame Pete hadn't allowed him to disclose the details, but at least he was up for their usual Friday night outing where he could hook up with his guy again. That was it, he had been so good today and now like a bolt of lightening he was rock hard in desperate need of relief, but this called for something more drastic than a quick wank in the shower.
Reaching into his drawer he pulled out his favourite butt plug -- if he had better luck with the guys he would go out and get someone to fuck him hard and fast in some alleyway, but this would have to do. Coating it liberally with lube, he pushed it straight in. Closing his eyes he imagined Sam's cock buried deep inside him. He reached down and clamped his still lubed up hand around his cock and started thrusting into it, with each forward motion clamping his arse tight around the plug all the while thinking of Sam. With his free hand he let his fingers walk to his right nipple and gave it a gentle tweak. He felt his arse tighten around the plug and came in sharp, shuddering gasps.
Max was on his way to work, but as it had been for the past few days his mind was elsewhere, thinking of the elusive Sam. After a few close calls he finally made it. He'd had to have a wank that morning, but that was the norm, a Monday morning ritual if you will. It was only after he'd cum that he realised he hadn't thought about Sam doing it. While that was good in itself, it then got his mind to thinking about Sam. Another day of being stuck in an office remembering Sam stroking himself in front of him, teasing him, dominating him. As soon as he got to his office chair he had to make a quick dash to the toilets before he made a mess of himself. Stepping out of the cubicle Colin from marketing was facing him. "Christ Max, when did you become a randy teen again?" he said chuckling to himself as he turned and left, leaving Max to stand there red-faced wishing the ground would open up and swallow him. Well it was good for one thing, it kept his mind in check for the rest of the day. Not once did he think about Sam.
Another day at work, another day trapped behind a desk thinking about things he shouldn't be thinking about. Luckily the day seemed to fly by rather quickly. He didn't need any unscheduled toilet breaks and pretty much managed to get through the day painlessly. It was once he was home that the trouble started.
Pete called around after work for a beer, obviously wanting to share all the sordid details of his last encounter.
"Fuck, you look rough, mate," were his first words as Max opened the door.
"Yeah, I've been having trouble concentrating since Friday."
"What happened Friday? Oh, hang on, you got lucky, didn't you?"
"Yeah, I can't stop thinking about him. I've been wanking non stop and I'm still gagging for him."
"Fuck what happened?"
"He sucked me, I went to suck him, he stopped me, made me watch him and he was gone."
"That's it? He just disappeared?"
"Well, he said 'same time next week' and that was it. Christ, I was desperate for him to fuck me."
"And he said no?" Pete said, his eyebrow rising.
"Exactly, it's driving me nuts. I'm that fucking horny I'd fuck you right now."
"Well what's stopping you?" Pete asked, a sly smile appearing on his face.
Max hadn't ever considered fucking Pete, they had been friends since their late teens. Both had realised they were gay at the same time and through their shared experiences had formed a life-long friendship. Not once had they done anything since their first and last kiss that confirmed to them both that they were gay. Shagging everyone around them, other friends and acquaintances, the one place they wouldn't go was each other. However that seemed to have changed as Max observed Pete standing up, beer in hand and walking over to him. Pete kneeled down in front of his friend, reached out tentatively and started to stroke him through his jeans. Breathlessly he whispered, "Just a fuck, something we should have done 20 years ago."
Max simply nodded his agreement and pushed his rapidly growing erection harder into his friend's touch. Pete kneaded him harder through the trousers and started to undo the fly. On first sight of his friend's hard cock, Pete pounced on it, taking it in his mouth in one go, deep throating him, swallowing him, licking him. Max could do nothing but moan his pleasure and start to fuck his willing partner's mouth. He put his hands on the back of the eager head and pulled him harder onto his erection, eventually reaching his release with Pete swallowing down every last drop. With barely time to recover he heard a whisper in his ear, "Lube?"
In a daze, he got up, pants halfway down his legs, and stumbled into the bedroom to the drawer where he kept his supplies. Following him into the bedroom, Pete came up behind him, immediately reaching into his hand and took the lube from him. Thinking quickly, Max passed him a condom. Ripping the foil at speed Pete wasted no time in rolling it onto his hard thick shaft, pouring the lube into his hand. He threw the tube to one side, stroking and coating his cock. He pushed Max down over the bed -- his trousers still halfway down his legs.
Reaching in front he started to pull at Max's cock and it once again began to harden, while he used his other hand to prepare his friend. Slipping one finger in he brushed his prostate and extracted a yelp from his soon to be fucked mate. Quickly adding a second and eventually a third finger he removed them and replaced them with the much thicker head of his cock. Without warning he thrust all the way in, taking Max's breath away, not allowing him to adjust to the size of the intrusion, giving it to him hard and fast the way he knew he needed it. Max pushed back hard to meet the thrusts and soon enough, Pete hit him in the right place. Continuing to push against the thrusts, Max knew he wasn't going to last much longer. Each time Pete's balls slapped against his skin, he moaned louder.
"Fuck harder," he panted to his friend. With that, Pete pushed him down hard on the bed. Max' erection now painfully trapped between his body and the sheets, Pete thrust harder and harder. With each thrust Max' erection rubbed on the bed, getting him closer and closer, all too soon he could feel his balls starting to tighten as Pete continued to mercilessly hit his buttons. With one final thrust he came all over the bed linen, his tightening arse pulling Pete to his climax.
The previous day's unpredictable events left Max sated for much of the day. He didn't find himself thinking about the elusive Sam at all. Instead, he was left to wonder about the previous day. After that quick hard fuck with his friend he didn't know what to expect. A part of him wondered whether that would be an end to the friendship, that after they'd both finished panting and calmed down Pete would turn around and say, "Thanks for the memories," and be off like a shot. He worried that he would think Max wanted something more from the encounter, a relationship of some sorts, and would run off wondering what the fuck he had done. Instead, as their breathing calmed, they lay side by side on the bed, facing each other.
Pete spoke first. "Better?"
"Much," he replied blushing.
"This doesn't mean--" Pete started.
"I know, and thank you."
"Isn't that what friends are for?" Pete said winking. "Look I've got to go, but meet you Friday as usual?"
"Definitely sweetheart," Max said playfully.
"Watch it darling," Pete replied in a camp voice while getting himself together and walking through the door. "Friday," and with a quick wink he left.
Snapping back to the here and now Max was eternally grateful that it had happened, it had been a while since he'd had a rough and ready fuck. Who was he kidding, the only cock he'd had up his arse for the last three months was one of his own rubber ones. He thanked his lucky stars that he had a friend that knew what he needed and was willing to give it to him. Sitting at his computer, he wiggled his arse in the chair and giggled to himself wondering what people would think if they knew what he was thinking about when he was meant to be working! Glancing at the clock he was delighted to discover that there was only another hour until he could piss off.
Thursday passed by in a blaze of activity. He was too busy at work to think of anything much, which he was grateful for as there was only another day until he got to hook up with that beautiful young thing again. After work some of his colleagues invited him for a quick drink. He didn't normally go, but it had been an odd week anyway, he thought, and he might as well continue with the new experiences. Walking through the door, he followed the others into the pub. The four women went to sit down at an available table while he went to help the other man get the drinks in. As they were waiting for one of the bartenders to get to them they were happily chatting.
Mike had been at the company almost as long as Max had, and although they were about the same age and had been working in the same place for 8 years, they barely knew one another. This was a nice opportunity to get to know Mike and some of his other colleagues a bit better and something he wished he had done earlier. Chatting happily, he discovered that Mike was married and had a 3-year-old son, in return Mike found out that Max was gay -- something that wasn't common knowledge at work, but hey, it was a week of firsts, so coming out at work seemed natural to do.
"What can I get you?" The voice of the barman interrupted them. Looking up, Max couldn't believe his eyes.
Staring straight back at him, as shocked as he was, Sam stood open-mouthed. "Max, hi," a smile crossed his lips.
"Sam, didn't expect to see you here," Max was desperately trying to keep his heart rate down.
"You two know each other?" Mike interjected.
Sam looked questioningly at Mike. "Yeah we met last week, he's a good fuck isn't he," he almost spat out. As Max stood in shock, Sam turned and marched away.
"Sorry, I, erm, I... I have no idea what just happened," Max tried to apologise to his work mate.
"Looks like your mate is jealous," Mike said laughing and tried to gain the attention of another barman.
Jealous? How could that be? Sam was stunning! Young, handsome, muscular, with the most gorgeous brown eyes. He could get anyone he wanted. Why would he be jealous over a man like Max, whom he had given a quick blowjob to in a back ally? It didn't make sense. "I'd better go find him," he told Mike who simply nodded in return. Going in the same direction that Sam had gone in only a few minutes before, he found himself confronted by the man he was looking for.
"Why didn't you tell me you were taken?" Sam snarled at Max.
"I'm not."
"Yeah well who's laughing boy then?" Sam said, gesturing over to where Mike stood.
"A work colleague."
"Yeah right." Sam spat out.
"What is your problem? This is the first time I've ever spoken to him, we came here with some other work colleagues," Max said pointing to the group of woman at a table, "and he's married."
"That doesn't mean anything, just because someone is married, doesn't mean that you're not fucking them," Sam said it with real venom.
"I've never spoken to him, I have no interest in fucking him and I don't see that it's any of your business even if I did," Max was starting to get pissed off by the irrational response from Sam.
"My business? What the fuck was last Friday then?"
"I don't know, Sam, a quick blow job in an ally?" he said exasperated.
"Is that all it was? All I was to you? Was I that forgettable?"
"Forgettable? Fuck, Sam, you have driven me crazy this week, I can't get you out of my head, I've had to wank to keep myself going until Friday. You drove me so fucking crazy, my friend had to give me a mercy fuck to put me out of my misery." The pub went quiet, the words mercy fuck being spoken a little louder than he intended. Sam started to smile, he took hold of Max's arm and pulled him into an unoccupied office. As soon as the door was closed Sam practically leapt onto Max, kissing him hard and pushing him hard against the wall.
"You wanted me so bad it hurt didn't it?" Sam managed to gasp between desperate kisses.
"Yes, fuck, yes," Max replied equally breathless.
"Good," Sam said as he stopped kissing Max and dropped down to his knees, "Ah fuck I've wanted you since I first saw you," he said to the hard cock in front of him, his warm breath making Max go crazy. He started to kiss him through his trousers, soft gentle kisses, his breath warming up Max' cock even more. Just as it looked as if he was going to unzip him and take him in his mouth he stopped and looked up. Max starred down at him, panic in his eyes that he wasn't going to get anymore. Sam smiled and stood up. Leaning into his ear, he whispered to Max, "Fuck, you're hot, I'm going to fuck you hard and fast."
With that Max came. Before he had a chance to catch his breath, Sam licked his cheek and said, "See you tomorrow lover," and just like that he was out the door. Max was too shocked to follow him. It had been years since anyone had had that effect on him. By the time he came back to his senses and went back out into the bar Sam was nowhere to be seen.