8 comments/ 34058 views/ 4 favorites Chris and Brad Ch. 01 By: PeacesignMcPug "Oh god yes." I panted, "oh god." My usual demure composure had been obliterated, leaving me unable to form coherent thoughts. And why this sudden lack of poise, you may ask? It's all because of HIM, because of what he's doing to me. Perhaps I should start from the beginning... It all started out like any Monday. For the last six months after graduating college, I've worked for an advertising agency. The hours are good, the pay is great, but he is what makes is all worthwhile. By "he" I am only referring to Brad Kendall, Sex God of the office, and possibly of the world. He is just the epitome of sex, with his perfect physique, perfect hair, perfect everything. I've heard rumors that he is gay, and of course I silently rejoiced, before realizing the irrevocable truth. The man could have anyone he wants, male or female, so why the hell would he choose me? I suppose you could say I have somewhat of a self-esteem issue. Well, the day passed in its usual monotony. Then, as I was packing up to leave, he approached me. "Hey," he leaned against the side of my cubicle. Oh my god oh my god oh my god. He had never so much as looked at me before, much less spoken to me. I think I managed to choke out a similar greeting. He smirked slyly, well aware of his affect on me. "You want to come over?" Jesus Christ, was Brad Kendall inviting me over? Only in my best erotic dreams did this scenario ever take place. "Sh-Sure," I stuttered. "Good," he replied. He leaned in intimately, trailing a finger over my chest, causing my hair (among other things) to stand on end. Then he leaned back, surveying the affect his action had had on me. "I'm never wrong," he muttered, more to himself then to me. "Come on, let's get the fuck out of here." I couldn't agree more. Since I generally take the bus, I rode in Brad's Jeep to his apartment. Almost as if sensing my urgency, he took his time, and even stopped by the store. We made a few words of small talk, and then fell silent. Finally, we arrived at his parking garage. He put his car in park, and then turned to me. "You know, I've had my eye on you for awhile," he stated bluntly, shocking the hell out of me. Seeing my disbelief, he continued. "You see, I can always tell who wants to fuck me. And you my friend," he reached a hand across the console, placing it on the crotch of my business suit. My cock began to stir in response. "You might as well have been holding up a sign." Deftly, he unbuttoned my pants, and before I knew it, his hand was gripping my penis. I moaned in response, causing him to smile slyly. "You really are very sexy, you know," he said softly as he continued his assault on my stiff cock. Slowly he rubbed the head, and then stopped suddenly. I moaned in protest, unable to form a complete sentence. He leaned over to whisper in my ear, sending a wave of shivers down my spine. "All good things to those who wait." He gave my dick one final squeeze, and then opened his door. "You might want to button your pants up. Some of my neighbors are, shall we say...conservative." He laughed cheerfully, and began walking to the elevator. I followed close behind, my engorged cock straining against my pants. Upon closing his door, he immediately pushed me against the wall, pinning my hands to my sides. He brought his mouth to mine, and I groaned in his mouth as I felt his tongue meet mine. He tore (and I do mean tore...I'll be needing a new dress shirt after tonight) my shirt off, the buttons giving way under his insistent fingers. He then ran his tongue over my nipples, gently working them with his teeth. Then he stopped again. God, what was he doing to me? Just ten minutes, and already he had reduced me to a quivering bundle of hormones. Not that I'm complaining or anything. I caught my breath as his hands began to work my zipper once more. This time, he pulled them all the way off, along with my shoes and socks. Now I was naked before his inquisitive gaze, while he was still fully clothed. Gripping my hips, he snaked his tongue over the sensitive head of my penis, while one of his hands began to rub the shaft. Then the entire head was in his mouth, as his other hand tugged my balls. Oh god oh god. I felt a finger lightly trace its way over my perineum, and I gasped at the sensation. His sucking became more insistent, and I had to tell him. "God, Brad..." I moaned once again, as a finger found its way up my asshole. "Brad, I'm going to come..." He said nothing, but turned me around, so that my back was to him. Then his tongue was in my asshole, as he skillfully rimmed me. His other hand gripped my dick once more, and a slight squeeze was all it took to send me into oblivion. "Ughhhh," I grunted incoherently, as semen shot out all over his wall. Upon my overwhelming release, I slumped down on the floor, completely drained for the moment. My dick hung limp between my legs, the head wet with cum. As if sensing my need to recuperate, Brad headed off to the bathroom for a few minutes, probably to clean up, I imagined. I heard him reenter the room, and I looked up in astonishment to see him standing there naked. God, he was gorgeous! He stood there calmly for a moment, studying my response. "Well, are you going to sit there all night, or are we going to fuck?" he asked bluntly. I shakily got to my feet and followed his Grecian god body to his bedroom. I'm not sure how it was possible, but my dick was already stirring to life once more. The captain was back for another salute. He lay back on his bed, watching me closely, waiting for me to make the first move. I nervously crouched onto the bed, taking his large member into my hand. I can't explain why, but I was quite nervous at this point. I mean, it's not like I've never given head before, but it was different with him. After his skillful blowjob, I wasn't sure how I could possibly measure up (no pun intended). Running my thumb over the head of his cock, I was pleased to see his dick rise. I then ran my hand over the shaft of his penis, as I slowly licked the head. Already, there was pre-cum on the tip, and I could taste its saltiness in my mouth. I lifted my eyes to his face, and was pleased to see his head rolling back with pleasure. Unexpectedly, he placed a hand on my chest, pushing me onto my back. "Are you a top or a bottom?" he asked me. I was such a bottom, but I didn't want to sound like a complete pussy. "Well, I guess I like both..." He smirked sardonically. "A bottom. I should have known." I saw him reach on his nightstand, his hand now gripping a condom, which he expertly put on his pulsating cock. In his other hand, a bottle of lube, which he smoothly applied to my asshole. I had never done it like this before, laying on my back, and I told him so. "Don't worry," he replied. "You'll like it, I promise." He positioned my legs so that both my feet were on his shoulders. He inserted two fingers into my asshole, making sure I had enough lube. Satisfied, I felt a small stab of pain as his dick first found its way into my asshole. The pain quickly dissipated into pleasure as his penis rammed into my prostate gland. I moaned with bliss as once more I felt myself on the edge of an orgasm. "Oh god yes. Oh god..." I came, my manly fluids shooting all over his chest. This seemed to turn him on even more, and his thrusting became harder, more erratic. I then felt him shudder, and I felt his dick pulsate inside of my ass. Breathing heavily, he pulled himself off of me, and we both fell silent for a second, each of us basking in the afterglow of great sex. "Hey Brad?" I asked him. "Yeah." "Do you have a boyfriend?" "Why do you care?" he asked casually. "I just noticed a pair of shoes in the living room, and they didn't look like your size. I was just curious." "Yeah, they're Jack's." he paused, then on an afterthought added, "my boyfriend of sorts." "Does he know that you have men over here?" "Of course." "And it doesn't bother him?" "Let me tell you something, Chris, monogamy isn't a luxury we queers have. Commitment is for breeders." He paused, "and lesbians." He chuckled at his last comment. "It's a good thing for every fag to remember." A few minutes later I remembered the dinner date I had promised my mother to, and I reluctantly prepared to leave. "I had a great time," I told him. He walked me to the door, I thought perhaps it was to kiss me goodbye, but I was mistaken. He leaned close to me, running a hand through my hair. Jesus, he was so sexy that night, I was starting to get hard again. "You were good," he said simply. "Very good. You surprised me a little. Maybe we'll do this again sometime." "When?" I asked, maybe a little too desperately. "I'll let you know," he ran a hand fondly over my cock once more, and then he shut the door. I stood there in the hall for a second, attempting to regain my composure, then smiling, walked to the elevator. Chris and Brad Ch. 02 Three weeks had passed since my unforgettable tryst with Brad Kendall. Three weeks, and I could not get it out of my mind. The golden glow of his body, slick with sweat, as he pushed in and out of me, the feel of his cock in my hands...I could feel myself slowly going mad with anticipation as each day I waited. He had told me that there would be another time, that he would let me know, but three weeks had passed without so much as a word. Sure, I saw him every day at the office, and we exchanged formalities, but that was it. As a way to push Brad Kendall out of my mind, I had begun seeing someone else. His name is Anthony Youngstown, or Tony, as he prefers to be addressed. I met him the weekend after my rendezvous with Brad. He's a go-go boy at the local gay club, Bonerattlers. I took him home the first night, and we proceeded to have hot, mind-blowing sex. Tony is everything I could want in a man, but yet I still find myself pining for Brad. Some nights, as Tony pounds into my body, I almost call out Brad's name. A decision had to be made, either I could forget Brad and move on, or I could stir things up on my own. I decided on the latter. I'm not sure how I mustered up the courage, but somehow I found myself at Brad's desk at the end of the work day. He smiled cockily at me. "Back so soon?" I shifted uncomfortably. I was new in the role of the seducer. Brad had played that part before. I glanced inconspicuously around, pleased to see that we were alone. "Brad," I started, my mouth dry. He just stared at me, waiting for me to continue, his sexy mouth pursed into a grin. "Brad, you said that you would let me know." "Let you know what?" He teased. As if he didn't fucking know. "I can't stop thinking about you. I-I....need you." His grin faded abruptly. "Jesus." He ran a hand over his hair, tousling it sexily. "What did I tell you, Chris? I told you I would let you know, and I meant it. This is exactly why I never have a trick more than once." "It doesn't have to be like last time," I explained patiently. "In fact..." My finger traced its way over the bulge in his pants. "I was thinking about inviting a friend." He moaned as my hand quickly unbuttoned his jeans. I gripped his penis firmly, feeling its familiar weight once more. It rose in response to my touches. "Oh really," he struggled for control of his voice. "A threesome...I underestimated you, Chris." "Don't worry about it," I whispered as my tongue traced over the head of his cock. I tugged his boxer briefs downwards, so that his balls were exposed to my hands. I began sucking in earnest, my tongue darting over his penis head. He pumped his hips in rhythm to my sucking, moaning incoherently. I loved seeing him like this, wanton and out of control. I tugged his balls periodically, staving off his orgasm as long as I could. When I thought he could take no more, I released his balls, and sucked until I thought my face would fall off. He grunted, his dick quivering. He was about to come. He tried to push my head away, but my mouth latched steadfast to his pulsating cock. I tasted his warm, gentleman's juice pour over my tongue and down my throat. I loved the taste of his load, it was almost sugar to my mouth. I pulled my head from his cock and kissed him thoughtfully. Traces of his cum were left on his lips, which I licked away. "We'd better get out of here soon," I said reluctantly. "I'm going to the bathroom to clean up." He rose to his feet, looking me up and down. Care to join me?" Was he inviting me for more workplace sex? Fuck yeah I wanted to join him. He directed me to the handicapped bathroom, I imagine it was because the door locked. After locking the door, he pushed me fiercely against the wall, his kisses wet and hot against my mouth, his erection pressing against my hip (he is quite a bit taller than me). "You don't know how much I've missed this," I murmured against his lips. He unzipped my pants, allowing my hard penis to spring free.He grabbed the shaft and began running his hand up and down, while his other fingers began to work my asshole. Slowly and painstakingly, his hand ran up and down, and I was reduced once more into simply a vessel of pleasure. "Uggghhhhhh...." I moaned. I was definitely on the verge of coming. Without missing a beat, Brad's head lowered itself to my dick. I'd forgotten just how good at this he is. His warm, wet lips enclosed around my penis head, and he tugged my balls in time to his sucking, all the while fingering my asshole. Suddenly I could take no more, and I exploded in his mouth, he making no move to pull away. He gave me a moment to recover, and then turned me around. I heard the rustle of a condom wrapper, and soon felt cold lube on my asshole. He inserted a finger, always considerate, and then I felt a momentary stab of pain as he pounded his cock into my ass. I felt his teeth lightly trace over the back of my neck, and he continued to play with my balls. "I'd forgotten how tight and sexy you are," he whispered against my neck. "Definitely in my top ten," he said as his dick moved in and out of my opening. I moaned in response, he having already hit my sensitive prostate gland. He pushed me harder against the wall, so that our angle was changed slightly. We moaned simultaneously at this new sensation. I felt my vision blur slightly, and I came once again, my semen trailing over the wall. Brad moaned, and I felt his cock quiver in my ass, as he rode out his orgasm, his dick pumping intensely into my asshole. He pulled out immediately, and I had to stifle a cry of protest at having his warm manliness pulled out of me. The both of us breathing heavily, Brad leaned nonchalantly against the wall and pulled out a cigarette. "So what time are you and your friend coming over tonight?" He asked casually, as he blew smoke in the air. "Probably in a couple of hours.He doesn't have to work tonight, and I'm fairly certain he will be up to the idea. Pun intended." "Good." We both left the office after that, and each went our separate ways. Almost exactly three hours later Tony and I were knocking on Brad's door. Brad opened the door immediately, clad only in a pair of jeans, looking beautiful as ever. I saw Tony's face take on his infamous "fuck-me" look that I'm always teasing him about. "So," Brad started, looking Tony up and down. "You must be Tony." "Damn right." Tony replied, practically licking his lips. Brad noticed, of course, and nodded his approval. "Well, boys, I'd say let's get to the fucking." Standing right in front of us, he unzipped his jeans, letting them fall to the floor. Like a couple of dogs, we followed him obediently to his bedroom, our clothes falling behind us. Upon reaching the bedroom, Tony pushed Brad forcefully on to the bed, and immediately began sucking him off. Not one to be left out, I positioned myself behind Tony, so that I had full access to his ass. Spreading apart his cheeks, I slowly began licking around his asshole. He moaned in response, and I stuck my tongue in and out to tease him. One hand stroked his perineum, making him squirm in response. I snuck a look at Brad's face, his head thrown back in ecstasy as Tony continued to blow him. Wanting to stir things up a bit, I reached my other hand over to Brad's cock. I could tell he was close. I continued to lick Tony's asshole, occasionally flicking his balls. They were both close. Suddenly, Tony pulled his head away from Brad's cock, and we were both sprayed with cum. I quickly reached my hand over to Tony's penis, and began jerking him off in earnest. "Ughhhghghghghgh....." Tony practically screamed, as his intense orgasm erupted all over Brad's chest. Even though no one had been jerking me off, I was hard as hell just from watching them come. Brad saw my need, and lowered his head to my engorged cock. He slowly licked the pre-cum from the tip, his other hand teasing over the shaft. I felt Tony position his weight behind me, and heard the rustle of a condom. Tony spit in my asshole, and I felt his warm saliva drip down my ass. I moaned loudly as Brad grabbed my balls, all the while feeling Tony's stiff cock enter my asshole. It was almost a sensory overload, having Brad blow me while Tony fucked my ass. It was too much, and I came quickly, my semen exploding into Brad's mouth. He swallowed eagerly, licking the remaining traces of cum from the head of my dick. Tony continued pumping in and out of my ass, occasionally inserting a finger next to his dick to stretch my asshole. I felt his cock quiver as he came, and he pulled out and lay on the bed, his need sated. I saw Brad do the same, and he lit up a cigarette to accompany the gesture. "Not bad, boys." He admonished us. I suddenly had the eeriest feeling that we were being watched, and looking into the doorway, I saw that this was so. He stood there, looking us over, amusement in his eyes. He couldn't have been older than eighteen, and was very skinny, very blond, and very pale. And I thought I was a twink. He was definitely a bottom. "You didn't tell me you were having company tonight, Brad," he said teasingly. Brad gripped Tony's penis, which began springing to life once again. "There's a lot I don't tell you." Seeing the confusion in our eyes, he released his grip on Tony's cock. "How rude of me. Boys, this is Jack. Jack, these are Mr. and Mrs. Goodfuck, respectively." It figures that I would be the Mrs. Jack quickly shrugged off his clothes, and practically attacked Brad. Their kisses were hot and full of need, and I think they may have forgotten that we were there. Jack rose to his knees, tracing his stiff cock over Brad's chest. Brad flipped him over to his back, his mouth latching to Jack's dick. He sucked him hard, a hand running up and down the shaft while the other tugged his balls. Jack moaned in response, his hands tangling themselves in Brad's hair. I stole a glance at Tony, who appeared to be enjoying the show. I for one, felt like quite the voyeur. With a final cry of pleasure, Jack's face contorted and his hips pumped rhythmically in time to Brad's sucking. Brad pulled his mouth away, his lips making a pop as they unlatched from Jack's member. His mouth shiny with cum, he kissed Jack hard on the mouth. He glanced over at us, seemingly glad that we had been watching. We all just sat there for a few minutes, the each of us recovering from so much sexual exertion. Brad passed around a joint, and we all took a drag, except for Jack, who declined. "So," Tony said, taking another long drag of pot before passing it back to Brad. "When do we do this again?" Brad glanced at me, his mouth pursed into a sardonic grin. "Your friend here will let you know. Won't you, Chris?" I nodded eagerly, my head feeling slightly cloudy. Whether from sex or pot, I'm still not sure. "Well," Brad reached a hand to both Tony's penis and mine. I felt my cock stir to life once again. "I hate to cut this evening short, but I've got work to finish." He squeezed my penis harder, but then let it spring free. I rose unsteadily to my feet, Tony quickly following suit. Grabbing our clothes off the floor, we proceeded to dress as we made our way to the door. Brad, still naked, followed us there, reminiscent of my last evening spent at his apartment. I told Tony I would be out in a second, and he closed the door behind him. "Brad," I started, but he cut me off. "Next time let me make the first move. I told you I'd let you know, and I would have." "But-" I protested. "Every relationship has its arrangement, Chris. Ours is no different." "But you had fun." He chuckled. "Undoubtedly. I just don't want you to start getting any ideas about us. As a rule, I never fuck anyone twice, except for young Jack of course. But for you," he traced a finger down my chest, "I'm willing to make an exception. If you play by the rules." His hand dropped. "I will, Brad. I swear." He nodded, and I walked out the door, giving an envious glance back to the bedroom where Jack awaited Brad's return. The lucky bitch. But I was willing to play by any rules, if it meant getting fucked by Brad Kendall every few weeks. Tony was waiting for me, and we walked to the elevator together. We both smelled like sex and sweat, and for right now that would be enough.