It was a very random night, my coworker, Will, who I rarely see outside of work called me up and told me to come join him and another work buddy downtown. I never cared much for my coworker, Will, but I've always had a huge boner for our other coworker, Cal. They're both very straight, with wives and kids, but they know I'm gay and it's never been a secret plus they also know I like my X and mdma. I just recently turned 30, have always been in decent shape, trimmed body hair, nice chest, broad shoulders, always loved my beer though so no six pack of abs, just an average cub kind of guy.

So I guess they'd been to a concert. The day before, Will asked me to hook him up with a bit of X - he was no stranger to the drug scene so I wasn't really surprised. Cal, however, was a huge surprise. He's an athlete outside of work, always in marathons, iron man competitions, and is the father of a fairly young family too. So when I showed up to find Cal totally wired up on ecstasy which I provided, I was shocked... and pretty excited.

I didn't think I'd be getting anywhere with Cal sex-wise, but I was planning on getting my hands all over that chiseled manly body of his and make him feel as good as possible. They were both wasted and flying so I suggested taking them out to a club and let them add some booze to the mix. They were stoked on that idea and said they wanted to see what kinds of clubs I go to... and before I could describe my preferred scene Will demanded I take them to the cheesiest clubby gay bar I could think of. Great. I hate those bars.

So off we went, to a stupid pretentious bar full of young queerios and their overdone fag hags. It was ok though, Cal was already clinging to me for dear life, like I had become his safety anchor - his fingers fidgeting and digging into my skin, he was so wound up on the x - it turns out this was his first time trying it. He didn't seem to mind that my hand was wandering down his back and feeling the crest of his muscled ass cheeks. I slipped my hand between his jeans and his boxers and gave a little squeeze. He is a manly hairy guy - thick and muscular, with crisp frost blue eyes and black curly hair, just turned 40 and has that distinguished salt and pepper sort of look with a fucking hot 5 o'clock shadow. Fuck I wanted him so bad. I barely paid any attention to Will, he was getting obnoxious, as usual and trying to start fights with the bouncer... his favourite thing to do is piss people off.

Cal and I hung out in an upstairs area. I stood behind him while he sat and overlooked the busy dance floor. I started giving him a shoulder massage and could see the shiver of delight jolt through his body when I touched him. I wrapped my arms around his chest from behind, I felt up his bulging pec's and could feel the coarse hair of his manly chest through his shirt. His nips were rock hard and he was rolling his head back into my neck and nuzzling his lips along my cheek. He was obviously enjoying himself. All I could think of was to get him back to my place, so I suggested we get out of there. I warned him that he probably shouldn't go home to his wife (who is known to be a total conservative and uptight bitch) - but of course I was gracious enough to extend an invite to my place and let him sleep it off. He agreed, the mention of his wife nearly sobered him up - and to my surprise, he asked me to compose the message to her on his phone because his vision was so messed up he couldn't see the font!

I sent a letter off to her pretending I was Cal - explaining that "I" couldn't get home tonight, that my idiot friend Will promised to DD and decided to drink. So I was going to crash at a work friend's place. Perfect. Done. Cal is now mine for one whole night. Who the fuck ever knew I'd have this kind of luck randomly land on me?

Fast forward through one very obnoxious cab ride home with Will screaming out his window at anyone walking along the sidewalk - we made it to my place. Will is a total drunk, so the second we got into my quiet house, he hit a couch and was out cold for the night. Cal was a bit anxious. He didn't seem to know what to do with himself, he'd asked for another pill just before we left the club and I could see it was just kicking in now. The shivers, the eye rolls, the tensed up shoulders and clenched jaw. He was rollin alright. I loaded up my bong and got him to take a hit. Again, he's so fresh to the scene I had to actually hit the bong and do half of it for him. He knew Will was down for the count now, and that it was just the two of us. He suddenly seemed to get a bit more confident and sat down on my knee where I was sitting. He straddled my legs, facing me. Huge smile on his face, ran his fingers through my hair and all he could say was.... "Hi....." and then he kissed me. Open mouthed, full on kiss, and suddenly I found my mouth full of his tongue. He sat like that and made out with me for several minutes, before he stopped and regained his composure. He stood up and started pacing around again, becoming a little more anxious. I think he was freaking out a little, battling his ego and what he was doing. So I got up and grabbed his hand and led him to my bedroom. I told him to take his shirt off and lie face down in my bed and I'd make him feel relaxed.

I started off innocent and harmless. Just a superficial massage to relax him and make him feel warm and happy. As I progressed down toward his butt cheeks I really worked around his hip muscles, an area that I know feels amazing... and while I was there I slid my fingers underneath his front hips and was sure to brush by a very noticeable bulge. He let out a moan. I knew I had him. I continued onto his ass cheeks, this time though, pulling his pants and boxers right down and exposing those beautiful pale globes of furry delicious ass cheeks. I rubbed and kneaded and manhandled that ass for a good ten minutes. He was in heaven. So then I got a bit braver. I spread his cheeks apart and ran my thumbs side by side down his crack, just barely grazing his hole, and continuing right past it and over his taint. I heard him gasping for air. He was in heat right now and didn't even know what to do about it. So I just went for it. I buried my face in that hole. I could taste his sweaty musky flavour immediately. It was the perfect mix of fresh shower, but had been out dancing and sweating just enough that he tasted like a fucking man! I worked my tongue into his hole, slid it in and out and snaked it all up and down his crack, and down again right to the backside of his nutsack. Mainly I worked my tongue, diving in and out of that sweet puckered hole of his. I couldn't get enough. I quickly kicked my pants off and sat on top of him, my throbbing dick resting in his ass crack, oozing precum all over him. I leaned forward and began massaging him again, rubbing his neck and scalp, making sure he kept this euphoric high tingly feeling while at the same time I was discretely rubbing my dick back and forth all around his hole. I felt him arching his back a little, indicating he was liking the sensation. So I slide back a bit to get a better view of his hole, my legs still straddling his, leaving him pinned under me to do as I please.

Again, I spread his cheeks wide, I had a sweet view of his tight pink rosebud, lined with a bit of his masculine dark hair, all wet and slimy with my spit and precum. I started to nuzzle the head of my dick into his pucker. He didn't even ask me about a condom, and I've always been safe, so wasn't worried about giving him anything. I really preferred it bb anyway. Again I could hear his breathing grow sharp and panicky. So I shushed him, told him I'd be gentle as possible and to just bury his face in the pillow if he needed. His hole was so warm and tight. The entire head of my 7" uncut cock was inside him now. Slowly creeping further and further. Each time I felt it get a bit dry, I'd pull out, apply more spit and continue drilling into him. Finally, after 10 solid minutes of working my way in, I was balls deep. I leaned down and rested on top of him for a minute - just savouring the moment, feeling the pulse of my cock ticking inside him because it was so fucking hard. He even mentioned it - "is that your cock twitching? You didn't cum yet did you?" - I said "No, but it isn't going to take long because you're ass is so tight and you've made me so horny." He looked pleased that I was happy with his hole. So on that note I began to take long slow strokes. I could tell he was still a bit uncomfortable and kept clenching, causing himself some pain. Over a few minutes though I could feel his inner muscles give up and relax. Now I could go to town on this guy's virgin hole. All it took was a couple minutes of pounding before I could feel a tingling in my balls and before I could even say anything I felt my thick rope like sperm jetting into his asshole, balls deep and as far as my shaft could reach, I unloaded inside him, pinned him down so tight that he grunted and tried to move, but I wouldn't let him until the last pulse of my jiz was in there. Finally it ended. I rolled off him and felt my dick slide out with a noticeable "pop" noise as his hole slammed shut behind it, trapping my sperm inside. The idea that I left part of me in there is just so hot. I don't care for the whole bug chase and pozzing fetish, but I understand the breed and seed fetish and it totally turns me on. So now it was his turn. I flipped him over and started blowing him. I thought about letting him fuck me too, but before I could even go there he threw his head back and grabbed the back of my head. He thrusted his 6" THICK uncut man meat so hard into my throat that he hurt one of my front teeth with his pelvis... but of course I didn't say a word. I just let that sweet gooey cum spurt into my mouth and swallowed every last drop.

Exhausted and spent, we passed out, curled up into each other. He was little spoon and I was big spoon. We woke up in the morning and I drove him home. His shades were on and he was silent most of the way. When we pulled up, his wife was waiting by the kitchen door. She waived at me with a big phoney smile on her face. I could tell she was ready to rip him a new one - too bad I beat her to it!

This is a true story, except I changed their names for privacy. Sadly it's never happened or even been spoken of again since that night. He's still really nice to me, and we talk like we always used to at work. So even if he doesn't want to acknowledge what happened, I'm glad that at least it isn't awkward for us. I still jack off all the time thinking about his warm hairy manhole. Maybe again one day.... who knows.