This happened a couple of weeks ago…I’m still on a high…and still waiting for the boom to be lowered.
It was a Friday afternoon and we’d been working pretty hard lately. Our end of month accounting was over and a few of us decided to celebrate by heading out to one of the local watering holes. The place was pretty full, but I went to school with the owner, so we found an open table all ready for us.
One of the newer people at the firm, Matt, sat next to me. I really hadn’t gotten the chance to talk to him at work but he seemed like he was a nice guy. Handsome. Blue eyes. Dark hair. After a couple of pitchers, it looked like the ties were starting to come off….people started relaxing, good music on the jukebox, and some of the “company sharks” started playing some pool.
Matt and I started talking and with all the beer, our conversations started personal. Matt had to move here to get the job and his girlfriend wasn’t very keen about moving here. So they had decided to take a little break. He said he was ok with it, but I could tell he wasn’t really “ok” with it. I smiled at him; I put my hand on his, and told him everything would be fine. Things always happen the way they’re supposed to happen. I told him that I was between relationships. I told him some stories from my past and I hoped that he didn’t care that I was bi. He smiled. He said he didn’t care. He liked nice people. Not their politics or who they were sleeping with. I liked him. We played some pool; drank some more beer and just hung out.
It was getting late and a lot of my co-workers had already taken off. I just wanted to get home and take off my street clothes and just relax. I told Matt that I was going to hit the road soon. I told him I lived close by and if he wanted, he could crash at my place for the night. He said that was probably the prudent thing to do. I told my friend/owner that I’d bring Matt back to get his car in the morning. It took just a couple of minutes and I was opening the door to my apartment. I gave Matt the tour and showed him the place. We went to my bedroom, and I gave him some sweats and a t-shirt that he could use for the night. I showed him the spare room where he could sleep. He laughed and commented on the size of my bed. I’m not even close to being the king at work, but when I go to bed, I like to sleep like one. We laughed and I gave him a little “wink” and told him I was going to change. I kicked off my shoes and took off my shirt and t-shirt. I was unzipping my trousers when I heard a soft knock at the bedroom door. I told him to come in and he started saying something about the string on the sweats, that it was knotted or something.
I must have stood there a couple of minutes, mute, staring at his crotch. Matt was standing there….naked. I’ve seen a few cocks in my time, but by the look of his member, his was a monster. He wasn’t hard or anything, but it was hanging there, thick and beautiful. A nice bush of dark hair and tremendous full balls. I don’t know if it was the beer (that always makes me horny) or something, but I started getting hard.