Joey and Shane the Co-Worker: Part I

My name is Joey and I had never thought of myself as gay. I was a virgin up until I was in my early twenties, but I just thought I was bad with women on account that I’m a little short. It wasn’t until one afternoon that I came to realize why I was so bad with girls.

I work at a pizza place called Garlic Jim’s. As part of an advertising promotion, our boss has us hang door-hangers, or coupon vouchers, on people’s front doors. The employees would usually go out in groups of three or four each day for door-hanging and I went on Tuesdays. I usually drove and two other co-workers would come with me. Their names were Rachel and Shane. Rachel was a junior in high school. She was kind of annoying. Shane was a senior. He was tall and slender. He wasn’t a jock, but it looked like he probably worked out. I had never seen him with a girl before, so I was pretty sure he was a virgin too.

We were in Washington so in the fall it was usually raining as it was in one particular Tuesday. I was the first to arrive at the store, which is where we all met to clock in and then go out for door-hanging. I walked in the front door and my manager was in the front taking an order. He finished the call and then told me that Rachel called in sick that day. I told him Shane and I would still want to go out because we need that money. So once Shane arrived we clocked in, grabbed some door-hangers, and got in my car.

“Where should we go?” I asked, putting on my seatbelt.
“I don’t know. Let’s just drive around until we find a neighborhood,” he replied.

So I pulled out of the Garlic Jim’s parking lot and onto the main road. I drove only about a half mile until I pulled into a neighborhood with big houses and put my car into park.
“How’s this?”
“Perfect,” he said. “I live just down the road. We can do a few houses and just go to my place and watch some TV.”

I agreed. It was too gloomy and cold to be walking around putting up door-hangers and as long as we were getting paid to just sit around and watch TV I couldn’t refuse. So we put the coupons on a few doors until we reached his house. There were no cars in the driveway. He opened the keypad to the garage door and typed in a code. The door raised open and we went in. There were no cars in the garage either. I could only assume that nobody else was home.

We entered through the kitchen where he grabbed us a couple bottles of water from the refrigerator. I followed him upstairs and into his room. It was quite big. There was a couch, a queen-sized bed, a desk with a computer and a 32” TV. He turned it on and jumped onto the bed. I sat down on the couch. He flipped through the channels for a few minutes and then handed me the remote.

“Here, I gotta go to the bathroom,” he said and then left.

I looked around the room and got up from the couch. I walked over to the desk and sat down in the chair. I left the channel on MTV and opened some of the drawers. I was always curious about these kinds of things. I was always looking through drawers and cupboards ever since I was a little kid. 

I figured I would close it up when I heard the toilet flush since the bathroom was on the other side of the house. In the top drawer there was nothing but pens, markers and paper, the usual office stuff. The second drawer was pretty much the same. The third drawer was locked. I noticed a set of little silver keys on the desk that could only go to the drawer so I grabbed them and opened it up.
Inside there were a bunch of burned CDR’s and pictures that look like they have been copy and pasted off the internet and printed out from his printer. The pictures were of naked men fucking each other up the ass. They were big and muscular. Some of the pictures were cum shots of guys taking a load in the face. 

Underneath these were some pictures that looked they had been taken by and amateur on a digital camera. They were pictures of just the same dick over and over again. The pictures began to show more and more of the guy’s body and not just ones of his dick. One was a full profile. They were pictures Shane had taken of himself. I then noticed a tripod with a big digital camera on it.
I started to hear footstep that sounded like someone was coming up the stairs, which meant they someone must have come home. I scrambled to put all of the stuff back but it was too late. Shane walked into his room with a bag of chips in his hand. He must have gone down to the kitchen and a never heard the toilet flush.

“What are you doing,” he said in a calmer voice than I would have expected. 
“Sorry. I was just being nosy. I’m sorry,” I said shoving the pictures back into the drawer which was followed by an awkward pause. I didn’t know what to say and neither did he. I knew I had to break the silence. “Are you gay?” I asked.
“Well obviously. You can leave if you want,” he said plopping down on the couch.
“No, I don’t have a problem with it.” I had so many questions for him I couldn’t leave. Plus I was surprisingly turned on. “Have you ever done anything with a guy?”
“No.”
“Do you want to?” I had no clue what I was doing. I didn’t think I was gay, but my dick was so fucking hard it hurt and I could tell his was getting up and what I said too.
“What? What do you mean?”
“Do you want to?”
“Right now, with you?”
“Sure, why not? I’ve never been blown before and it doesn’t matter who does it.”
“Oh.” I could tell he was a little bit disappointed in what I said.
“Plus, I have always been kind of curious what a cock tastes like.” His eyebrows raised and I could tell I had his attention now. It was so weird. I would never be able to talk like this to a girl. I had always been so nervous and now I know why.

I got up and went over to the couch and sat down next to him. We both took off our shirts and I wrapped my arms around his torso. I put my mouth on his nipple and fondled it with my tongue. He put his hands down the back of my pants and squeezed my ass. I could tell he was really enjoying it when I looked down and saw his cock trying to poke up through his pants.

I reached down and put my hand on his lap. I unzipped his jeans and put my hand through. I worked my way past the hole in his boxers and grabbed onto his dick. His hair down there was so soft and silky. I clutched onto his boner and squeezed. Shane moaned. 

He slipped his tongue into my ear, letting go of my ass. I felt like I could blow my load right there, but I held it back. He then pushed me back in my seat. He had the look of desire in his eyes. He leaned forward and I thought he was going to kiss me again, but instead his head kept going down. He unbuttoned my pants and pulled them down. My 5” cock prodded out of the underwear and he wrapped his mouth around it. He then bobbed his head up and down on my dick like it tasted good. He poked his tongue into my hole and sucked all of the precum up and swallowed it, to which he thoroughly enjoyed. He began to suck harder and grabbed a hold of my balls. He gently massaged them. I still was having trouble holding in my cum, but I wanted it to last. 

He let go of my sack and move his hand under me. To my biggest surprise, he slipped his finger up my ass. And to an even bigger surprise I enjoyed it. He prodded his finger in and out of my hole as he bobbed up and down on my cock. I was gritting my teeth and clutching as hard as I could on the couch to keep from cumming. I slipped my hand down the back of his pants as he had done to me and felt his soft ass. That was the last straw.

Feeling the smooth skin, I poked one of my fingers in his crack. This motivated him so suck even harder. Right then I took my hand out, laid back and let go. I came all in his mouth. He sucked up every last bit of cum off the head of my dick before he let go.

He laid back in almost a symmetrical position to me. Well all except my dick had gone soft and his was throbbing up out of his pants. 
“Alright, my turn,” he said.

I wasn’t quite sure if I wanted to do this. Having a gay guy suck your dick was one thing, but I wasn’t sure if I wanted to take the step of flipping the tables. It would mean I was gay. He looked at me, wondering why I was hesitating when he had been so willing. For a split second I could see a bit of doubt in his eyes before a jumped on top of him.

I kissed him, slipping my tongue down his throat. I could taste my cum still in his mouth. I made my way down his bare chest, licking the sweat away. I got to the belly button where I stopped and stuck my tongue in. His toes curled and his legs jolted. I moved down to his rock hard cock. Still throbbing and glistening with precum. I put my mouth on it slowly. First I just wrapped my lips around the head. I licked away the precum. It tasted better than I had imagined. I had once been tempted to taste my own once when I was jacking off but I was to afraid. I did taste mine in his mouth but his was better for some reason. It was sweet and creamy. I put my mouth down farther, seeing how far I could go. His dick was only a little bit longer than mine, probably and inch or so. 

I was having trouble getting my mouth to take in the whole thing, but he put his hand on the back of my head and pushed. This shoved his whole cock in my mouth. I felt his pelvis thrust forward with pleasure. I bobbed my head up and down, looking up at his face. He had his head tilted back, moaning. 

His cock was going crazy in my mouth. I could feel it pulsing and the head still enlarging.
He screamed, “I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum!”

Right then we both heard the front door open and close. He let the cum out of his cock and it filled my mouth. There was so much I couldn’t fit it all in. The warm, white cream dripped out of my mouth as I struggled to swallow it all.

He pulled his dick out of my mouth and I tried to suck up as much as I could. He pulled up his pants and told me to do the same. 
We were both out of breath when his mom blew through the door. She looked at us both with question, wondering why we looked so fatigued.

“Have you boys been wrestling, because I told you Shane not to do that in the house,” she said sternly.
“Sorry mom,” he replied.

She looked at both of us again. “I hope you two aren’t supposed to be working.”
“We’re going back,” Shane told her. So we went back to my car and drove back to Garlic Jim’s after a hard day’s work.