Office Mates

The office holiday party. I was on my second drink - everyone else was on their fourth or fifth - when I overheard him saying it: "I let a guy lick my nuts once."

"What!?" said Victoria. She worked in finance and had been gulping down gin and tonics all afternoon. "Are you serious?!"

"Totally!" Jim said, and lifted his drink proudly.

"Holy shit," said Paul, who looked at Jim incredulously. Paul was one of our tech guys. I kind of couldn't stand him. There were a few other coworkers around, listening to this exchange. One of them couldn't handle the drunken-truth-telling and turned away with a shake of her head. The rest leaned in to hear what Jim would say next.

"I thought you had a girlfriend!" Victoria said.

"I do. I didn't then. I'm straight. But, you know, that was in college. You experiment," Jim said, shrugging.

"Learn something new every day," Victoria said, and they all laughed and someone got up to order more drinks and the conversation turned. I sat there, with them but just slightly off to the side. I was the new guy; nobody knew me that well yet.

I regarded him: Jim Sansonetti. I didn't know that much about him, but I'd noticed him from my first day. He was a manager, we worked in different departments. But he had something about him. He was fit, for one thing: muscular and thick, a little on the short side but with a body and a bearing to make you not realize it. He was handsome, too - dark-haired, strong-jawed, with a dimple in his chin.

He made eye contact with me before I realized I'd been staring at him. Nodded in my direction. I picked up my drink, got up and sat beside him.

"Happy holidays," I said.

"Happy holidays!" he said, and we clinked glasses. He looked around. Everyone had left the corner of the bar where he'd been stationed; I guess his drunken honesty had been too much for people to take. "I'm feeling no pain. You feeling no pain?" he said.

"I'm getting there," I said. "Looks like you scared everyone off."

"Eh, they're all a bunch of assholes," he said, and sucked down a gulp of his drink. "How's the job going so far?" he said.

"Fine," I said. I leaned into him. "I just wanted to tell you - I've let a guy lick my nuts, too," I said. Jim looked me in the eye for what felt like a minute. Then his face opened up, he reared back and roared.

"Damn straight, buddy," he said, and held his glass out to me. We knocked them together with a clink. "I knew there was something about you I liked."

From that day, Jim Sansonetti and I were buddies. He'd seek me out with some dumb conversation on the ready. It wasn't that he was dumb, but the conversation was always pretty superficial and a substitute for what he really wanted to talk about, which was sex. Any chance he got he would steer it in that direction.

We both liked to go to the gym, so I invited him to work out with me one day after work. We had a nice workout and an even nicer shower afterward in the locker room. Jim proudly stripped right there next to me and I did the same. He had a beautiful body - all thick and hairy in the right places. I wasn't bashful either, and there was the definite sense that we were checking each other out, even though we never made it explicit.

On the way out I turned the conversation to something more personal, beyond what crap we'd watched on Netflix and whether we used the same bank for our health savings accounts.

"Seeing anybody?" I asked. Jim shook his head. The parking garage was pretty empty.

"Not since my last girlfriend. We were together for four years so, believe me, I'm ready to get out and play the field a bit."

"I hear ya. My girl and I broke up last spring. It's been fun to be out on my own again," I said.

"Definitely," Jim said. "Do all the things you can do when you're not with someone," he said.

"Yeah, like get your balls licked by a dude," I said. Jim roared.

"You remember that!" he said.

"Sure I do," I said. Jim shook his head.

"Yeah, well, I wouldn't mind having that kind of experience again."

"Me neither," I said. We'd arrived at our cars. The conversation stalled for a moment.

"That's cool man," he said. "Maybe we should?"

"I'd be down," I said. My heart was racing. But I didn't expect to hear what he said next.

"Well, you know, the one thing I've always wanted was to have someone lick my ass. Did you ever have anyone do that to you?" he said.

"No," I lied.

"Oh man, you know, chicks never want to do it. But I think fags, they're totally down." His eyes got really excited. "We should find a fag to lick our asses," he said.

"Definitely," I said.

"Cool man," he said, and started getting into his car. "I'll look around. You do too. Could be really fun," he said. Then he stepped into his car, waved goodbye, and drove off. I stood there for a moment. I'd fully expected that we'd wind up licking each other's balls, or asses, but apparently Jim needed a buffer. Maybe it would never happen, I told myself as I drove home. Probably it wouldn't.

But Jim surprised me that Monday. I was in the copy room, which was pretty private, and he came up to me.

"Hey buddy," he said, in a whisper. "I found someone."

"You found someone?" I said.

"Yeah. You know what we were talking about the other day. A faggot, " he whispered.

"Who?" I said.

"Just some guy I met online. I've never met him in real life but he seems real chill. And he's totally down to eat ass."

"No shit?" I said, smiling through the anxiety this announcement gave me. I mean, I was attracted to Jim of course. And I'd been spending more time with him precisely because there was an attraction there. But even though I apparently had more experience with guys than he had, mine had always been fairly anonymous encounters - blowjobs in adult bookstores, mostly, and a few online hookups I'd arranged over the years. Nobody I'd ever worked with, certainly.

"Yeah man," Jim said, and I could tell he sensed my apprehension. "I mean it doesn't have to be a big deal. Think about it. Let me know," he said, and walked away.

I didn't exactly forget about it Jim's proposition, but I didn't encourage it either. I thought it might just be too awkward - two presumably straight coworkers, meeting at a gay guy's house to get their asses eaten. But as the week wore on it started to seem a little more appealing. Like a wild adventure. Plus the sight of Jim's ass in his work pants was having its effect on me. It was such a fine ass, firm and round, and the thought of watching him bent over getting his hole lapped at was the thought that decided it for me.  

On Friday I grabbed a moment with him when we were in the break room.

"What are you up to this weekend?" I said. Jim looked around. We were alone.

"I'm meeting up with that guy. The one who wants to eat ass," he said. 

"Oh yeah?" I said. I was already chubbing up. 

"Yeah. He's totally down just to service me, too. And you, too...if you're interested," Jim said. "Are you?" Jim said, and then his grin got big because he could tell I was. He punched me on the shoulder. "Yeah, buddy!" he said. "It's gonna be a blast." He moved closer to my ear and I could smell him, some type of cologne or aftershave but still the base note of his body, musky and masculine. "This fag," he whispered, "He's a total slut. He said he'll do anything. Like, eat us out for hours." Jim's warm, stubbly chin brushed against my cheek as he spoke. He looked down and noticed my half-hard. "Dude, look at you." He glanced around quick, then reached down to tweak my cock through my slacks. "You're ready to go. I'll text you when I get back to my office," he said, and he did: we texted about it all day.

Jim said we could do it at his place - that he had a "sweet pad" on Mount Washington, and the fag (whose name was Evan) would come to us. I was going to ask Jim to send pictures of the guy but decided not to, maybe because it would make me care too much about what another guy looked like when I was supposed to be straight.

But pictures were exchanged before four PM Friday, when we'd already established that we liked jerking off and especially liked jerking off with "a buddy."

It's just so much better with a buddy, he texted me. My cock gets so fuckin hard. Fuck it's hard now.

Show me, I said. We'd been sexting fast and furious for the better part of two hours.

Fuck. Should I go into the bathroom?

Yeah, I wrote. Go in and take a pic.

You should just come. There's the private one by Amia's office, he wrote.

I had to think on that one. This was my job after all, and it was pretty much the only thing I had in my life. I didn't want to jeopardize it by doing something inappropriate. But it was consensual, and aside from the trauma of getting caught what harm could come?

Ok. Going now, he texted. Come in thirty seconds.

God this was exciting. I crept through the halls of my office like it was a jungle; suddenly my everyday existence was overlaid with a sense of fear as I tried to avoid anybody seeing me; and freedom when nobody did and I slipped into the bathroom.

"Hey," Jim whispered. The bathroom was dark and he was lit by his cell phone, his handsome bearded face shining. He was smiling. Fuck I wanted to kiss him, and I had a feeling he wanted to as well but we had to find the right moment. "The light was too bright," he said. He turned his phone from his face down, illuminating the fat, hard shaft of his cock.

"Damn," I said and it was a legitimate reaction - his cock wasn't huge but it was nice, thick and well-proportioned, with a cute set of balls that I could believe "some guy" back in the day had wanted to lick. It seemed like he shaved his nuts, but his cock seemed to have some bush - it was hard to tell because it was just sticking out of his pants.

"Thanks bud," he said, and nodded toward me. "Lemme see yours."

I smiled at how eager he was to play show and tell, something I honestly hadn't done since I was a teenager. I unbuckled my belt and slipped my pants down around my thighs. Jim almost immediately did the same thing, so that we when he picked up his phone again we were revealed to be both bare-assed and holding up the tails of our shirts. My cock was bigger than Jim's but I could tell that was a plus from the way his eyes widened.

"Wow," he whispered. "Damn, dude." And reached out to grab it, so I reached out to grab his. We jerked each other off for a second, until someone came and tried the door on the bathroom. We both froze.

"Sorry, be out in a second!" Jim said, and the person walked away.

That killed the mood a bit. But then Jim put his big hand on my hip and pulled me away from him. "Turn around a second," he said, then looked at my butt. "Damn man, nice ass. He's gonna love eating that."

"Lemme see yours," I said, and Jim turned around - a bit reluctantly, I thought. But I don't know why because his ass definitely lived up the hype - it was maybe even bigger once freed from the confines of his pants, where it could expand after being crushed against that constricting fabric. It was hairy, too, perfectly so. I cupped it in my hand. Jim jerked away for a second, but then relaxed into my touch.

"Oh geez," he said.

"Yours is nice, too," I said. "This is gonna be a blast."

To be continued...