Project Work [Episode 1] – Horny Gay Sex Story

Project Work [Episode 1] - Horny Gay Sex Story

everyone and welcome to a brand new series of short narration. I am your favourite Roshan, also known as unknownfrequency09, taking the privilege to entertain you with another experience. This unexpected event happened some years ago, when I was packed with office work, overtime, and almost no personal life. I had been running dry for months and had no time for a proper hookup.

I had a friend named Sameer, a childhood friend. We studied together and later worked in the same company for a couple of months. We knew each other’s families well and shared a thick bond of brotherhood. One day Sameer called and asked me to help finish a professional graphics project for his cousin. I agreed at once because the request came from him.

Meet Arhan, Sameer’s younger cousin, nineteen years old and in his first year of college, already treating freelance design work like a job. Our circle knew him as sharp, bright-skinned, and easy in his own skin. He still called me Rosh. Sameer brought Arhan to my house, we caught up for a while, then Sameer left and said he would return in two hours.

It had been years since I last saw Arhan. He used to be much younger then; now he was a grown man with a light beard on his chin, fair skin, shorts and a t-shirt, and dark hair starting on his legs. We talked about work, sports, and college, then opened the project files. The job was not huge, but Arhan wanted top-notch output, so I stayed on the screen while he talked beside me.

After some time Arhan asked for the bathroom. I pointed him through the bedroom. He came back almost immediately, voice shaking, saying there was no water. I was still on the monitor when I turned and froze. Arhan stood with nothing on below the waist, t-shirt lifted, showing a fair, well-shaped cock with a pink head and a dark patch of pubic hair growing back after a shave. I asked where his shorts were. He said they were in the bathroom.

We checked every tap; nothing. I called security to switch on the motor. Arhan said he could not wait and needed water in a cup because he had just peed and wanted to rinse, a habit he kept after using the toilet. I brought a bottle from the kitchen. He held himself out and asked me to pour. Water ran over him while I watched, and heat hit me hard.

He finished, walked out still bare from the waist down, and I saw his ass move as he went back to the chair. A bulge started in my shorts. He sat next to me with his thighs and cock in plain view. I told him to put clothes on in case someone came in. He said he still needed the toilet, checked the kitchen tap, then went to finish.

I covered myself with a pillow and tried to work. He came back with a towel around his hips, shorts and underwear dumped on the other chair, still easy and unashamed. I could not concentrate. I told him the file needed another day of clean work and asked him to call Sameer. Sameer arrived soon. Arhan pulled on white briefs and shorts, hugged me goodbye, and I hid the hard-on until the door shut. The moment they left I got myself off, then went back to the machine.

Sameer called to thank me and asked when Arhan should return. I offered to finish alone and send the file. Sameer pushed back and said Arhan should sit with me so he could watch the workflow and learn the professional process. I said yes and asked for two days. I used those two days to push the file forward so the next visit would be short.
Two evenings later Sameer was away with his girlfriend, so Arhan arrived alone, about thirty minutes late, sweaty from sport, jersey on, kit in his hand.

I gave him water. He sat on the couch, pulled off sneakers and socks, and stretched out. I had already taken the edge off before he came, hoping I could stay focused. He wanted a shower first. I asked him to see the latest version of the project. He leaned in, tapped my shoulder, and praised the work.

When I turned, his t-shirt was in his hand. Fair pink nipples, sweaty chest, lean body. Words left me for a second. I recovered and said I still needed one more day. He wanted it sooner, heard the plan, and agreed. Then he dropped shorts and briefs on the floor, said he would shower and we would work as far as we could tonight, and walked to the bathroom. I watched that ass go and felt myself get hard again.

He called me in for shampoo and shower gel. I stepped close enough to feel the heat off his bare skin, showed him the taps, and left. I pulled on an oversized shirt to hide the bulge. He called again for a towel, came out wiping down with no shame, sat beside me still nude with only the towel on his lap, and told me to continue. We forced two slow hours of work.
Night came. Sameer called for an update.

I said I would work through and finish by morning. He said Arhan’s mother would call. She did. We talked, and because it was late and no one could pick him up, she asked if Arhan could stay. Arhan was nineteen and could have gone home himself; he looked at me and asked if it was all right or if he should leave. I said stay. She ordered food.

He still refused sweaty clothes and refused my spare set. He said he was comfortable nude. Dinner arrived. We ate. She called again, asked me to wind down around eleven and not keep him on his phone all night. I took his phone after ten because she asked, and because we both needed the file done. I wanted a drink and skipped it so I would stay clear-headed.

At eleven I shut the computer. Arhan walked nude into the bedroom. I made the bed. He said he would rather sleep with nothing on. I took a quick peg in the kitchen, came back, and took the other side of the bed under a separate blanket, leaving space. We talked about work, dating, and how strict his house still felt even now that he was an adult. He asked for the phone. I said no, not till morning.

He turned, hugged me, and asked again. The hug was tight and sudden. Then he laughed at how many clothes I still had on. I said I felt awkward stripping in front of him. He told me some of his adult cousins slept nude under one blanket when they crashed at each other’s places, no extra meaning, just heat and habit. I asked if he was sure. He said yes. I said all right, I would get undressed and sleep next to him.

To be continued.

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