Project Work [Episode 3] – Horny Gay Sex Story

Project Work [Episode 3] - Horny Gay Sex Story

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Hello to my favourite readers. I’m your Roshan aka Unknownfrequency09, back with the last part of my time with Arhan. Before leaving my home he kissed my cheeks and said, “You’re different.” That line sat in my head all day. The second the door shut I stripped, replayed the night, and unloaded a thick load across my belly and chest. Still wasn’t enough.

Work had to get done so I showered and sat at the desk. His body kept flashing behind my eyes. I wished I had pictures. By noon I jerked off again. For a couple of days the hangover wouldn’t leave. Arhan called once a day. A week passed like that.

Then he rang at five in the morning. I was stunned. He said he was coming by evening and told me to stay put, no other plans. Sleep vanished. I asked why. He said the project data and stats needed an urgent fix. Happy I’d see him. Annoyed I’d have to work with him in the room.

The day dragged. At five Sameer called. He was back in town after a trip with his girlfriend and said he was bringing Arhan over for the same project fix. That worried me. Sameer usually dropped him and left. If Sameer stayed there would be no chance to touch Arhan. Worse, I pictured Arhan doing something reckless in front of him and the night turning into a three-way.

The doorbell rang. I opened it blushing and found only Arhan. Sameer had turned around and would pick him up later. I pulled Arhan in and hugged him hard. He melted against me, shy and warm. A week without that body felt long. Sweat and perfume hit me at once. He had a hoodie and sweatpants on and heated up fast in my arms.

He pushed me off, laughing that he was sweating. I smiled, peeled the hoodie, and found nothing underneath. Tender chest, soft skin, that first glance wrecked me. I grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him in tighter. He whispered “Rosh…” like he meant it.

I put the AC on and asked about the sudden project correction. Cheeky smile. He’d made it up so he could spend time here. We still had to tweak numbers so his parents would believe the story. I took him to the table, opened the file, and started listing every change. He sat bored watching me grind through it.

Then he stood, crossed over, and sat on my lap without asking. One of my hands was on the mouse, the other on the keyboard. He wriggled until he was seated proper, pressing down on my half-hard cock. I let go of the keys, wrapped an arm around his belly, and dropped my head on his shoulder. He typed. I clicked. We finished the list like that.

When the notes were done he stood and, out of nowhere, shoved his pants and underwear down. I stared at his ass, then at his cock when he turned. Perfect five-and-a-half, bright, cut, thick, already semi. My mouth watered. He laughed and asked what I was looking at. I took his cock and pink balls in my hand and said, “Piece of art.” It thickened in my palm.

I wanted it in my mouth. He lifted my hand off, put it back on the mouse, and told me to work, that same cheeky smile. He walked to the bathroom and I watched that bubble ass sway. My cock was fully hard. I adjusted it and tried to focus. Finish early, I told myself, and there might be time to make out. He was already naked and teasing.

He came back with my towel, wiping his dick and face, stood beside the chair and asked if I’d started. I nodded and began the tweaks. He swore it would take forever, then sat on my lap again, heavier this time. I forgot the screen and wrapped both arms around his bare body. He tried to peel my hands back onto the desk. I held on. The fight made him grind that bare ass over my crotch until my cock was rubbing full length under him.

He felt how hard I was, turned, and looked at me. I told him straight I cannot work with him naked in the room, and definitely not naked on my lap. He smiled and said it again. “You’re different.” Then he held my face and said he was going to make me work anyway. I shook my head. He told me to get naked.

He pulled me up and stripped me in seconds. My cock sprang out. He took it in his hand, blushed, shoved me back into the chair, and sat so my shaft sat right between his cheeks. He pressed down until I was buried in that soft split. I moaned loud. He pinched me and told me to work.

There was no working. I put a hand on his chest, felt those soft nipples, and rested my head on his back. Soft kisses along his spine. He wriggled, then stopped fighting the cuddle. Time was burning. I decided if he stayed naked I would get nothing done, so we would fuck first, the way he wanted, then finish the file.

He kept grinding without meaning to. Precum smeared my stomach. I dropped a hand to his thighs, loosened the hold, and whispered that we should start. “So soon?” he said. I gripped his thighs. This man had a plan. He said he had a surprise. I grabbed his cock. It was rock hard.

He turned halfway, my cock slipping out of his crack, looked at me and said he wanted me to fuck him. I went speechless and filled both hands with that soft ass. I had thought he wanted to top. He said he’d only taken cut cock from Sameer and a couple of adult cousins before, and he wanted his first uncut. All I managed was “Wow.”

I hugged him and kissed his chest, licked those pink nipples until he moaned and went loose in my arms. I sent him for lube. He ran and came back. I winked and said we’d do the work-fuck. He made a face. I didn’t explain. I slicked my cock first. He turned and showed that bubble butt. I spread him and worked lube into a pretty pink hole that was already open and wet. Two fingers slid in easy. Sameer and the others had used him well.

I told him to sit on it. “Here?” He let me guide him until that ass hovered over my cock. I lined up. He pushed back and took the whole length in one drop. I moaned. He moaned softer as the uncut shaft buried in him. He knew how to take it. Heaven even though he was already open. I hugged him and ground. He sat still, breathing hard.

After a few minutes I put his hands on the keyboard and kept the mouse. He whispered my name, lost in it. I told him we finish the project like this. He laughed and said I was different again. We took it as a challenge. Small thrusts only, because he was sat flush on my lap. He moaned between keystrokes. The work crawled. I told him to call Sameer and push pickup by an hour. He called his mom first. She agreed. Then Sameer. Sameer agreed too, with no idea his cousin had my cock in his ass while he talked. Arhan handled it clean.

I asked him to stand. He sat harder instead, like he wouldn’t give the dick up. I talked him onto the couch. He jumped up and my cock slipped out. At the couch he dropped to doggy before I could speak. I wanted missionary but I didn’t argue. I fed the full length back in, held that soft ass, and found a steady rhythm. His cheeks bounced on every stroke. Ten or twelve minutes in I was already close. I kept it deep and kind instead of wild, then stopped with my cock still inside.

He pushed back on his own and asked what happened. I slapped his ass, pulled out, hooked his legs over my shoulders, and rolled him into missionary. He said Sameer had taken him like that before. I slid in slow and watched his face. Eyes shut when the head popped in. A twitch when the shaft followed. Those glowing pink lips parted when I bottomed out. That is why I like missionary. You see what you are doing.

Sweat came on. Long, uneven strokes. His eyes floated. He said I felt as good as Sameer. I didn’t want the comparison but it still sent a thrill through me, thinking of that ass getting used. I told him I was close. He spread his cheeks and told me to finish deep. I sped up, still careful with him. He bit those lips. That face finished me. I dumped a heavy load in him, pushed in to the base, and dropped my head on his chest. Sweat from my hair hit his skin. He looked lit from inside. Neither of us could talk until the breathing settled.

He asked for my cock in his hand. I pulled out wet and gave it to him. First uncut, and he was grinning. He said it felt like Sameer’s. I asked. From the way he described it I figured Sameer at seven or eight, thick. Monster at first, then he learned to like it. A few things he didn’t like. I agreed.

The clock was eating us. I sent him to shower and ran back to the chair. Clear head, faster work. He came out wet, sat naked on my lap again, and felt how hard I still was. He said some of his cousins lost it after they came. A lot of cousin talk that day. I could tell I’d given him more than they had. He watched me fly through the file and rested his head on my shoulder. Kissed my cheek. Said I was different in personality. Then another kiss, and he asked if I wanted a blowjob.

I asked where that came from. He said the others used to shove it in his mouth and race to feed him. Flex for them. Anyone else might have shut down. I told him he was strong for keeping his own terms those two days, kissed his cheek, and promised I’d be there when he wanted. He buried his face in my shoulder and thanked me for not rushing him.

I still wanted that mouth. I held back and told him a blowjob before a fuck is the better order. He wrapped my cock, still hard after the load, and said he wanted to know how uncut felt on his tongue. I said I was not leaving the chair until the file was done. He asked me to roll back. I didn’t. So he twisted, slid under the desk, and sat in front of my cock. Told me to scoot to the edge. I did.

He took me in. Wet heat while my eyes stayed on the monitor. Not a polished pro, but nowhere near clumsy. He used tongue. I bent to look. Eyes closed, lips shining pink with spit, that face still sits in my head. I forced my eyes back up, finished the project on that rush, shoved the keyboard away, leaned back, and let him work. Ten more minutes, cock tapping the back of his throat. I have had other men under that table since. That night started it.

When he stopped I was wrecked in the best way. He climbed onto the chair, knees either side of me, and stared until I blinked. He laughed and said I lost. Staring contest. Then he came in close, centimetres, and said nobody had kissed him before. I kissed him. Simple, a little bite on that lower lip, the taste of him. He licked his mouth and said it was nice. First kiss done.

I asked if that was why he stopped sucking. He said he was done, then added, “You’re different, so you don’t get to cum in my mouth.” Fine. Then he could cum in mine. Real question on his face. I took that semi in my hand and said yes. Thirty minutes until Sameer. I put him in front of me and swallowed him to the balls, licked the pink sac. He shook. He thickened and hit my throat. I didn’t hold back. His hands clamped my shoulders. He pulsed and shot so hard most of it went straight down. He pulled out, opened my mouth to look, and blushed at his first time feeding someone. I cleaned what was left.

Twenty-five minutes on the clock. We washed, sat naked, talked. He thanked me for the memories. I asked about the cousins. He said he could have walked away earlier and didn’t, on purpose, because it felt safer in the family circle. No regret in his voice, just a clear list of what he would not repeat. He looked at me and said now he knows how he wants it done. Cheek kiss. “You’re different.” Hit me like four drinks.

After that he vanished into exams, topped the list, and took a seat at a big institution. We met once more before he left and did everything again. Then a full year apart. I stayed the person he called first. Away from home he explored, went properly bi under his own rules, fucked men and women when he wanted, and got proud of the skill he built. A year later he walked back into my apartment leveled up and fucked me the way he had promised himself he would. We still meet when the calendar allows.

The End.
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