Temptation

I know Ted from work. He is a very good looking black guy, about 35. I knew he was married because he had a picture of his lovely wife on his desk. However, that didn’t stop him making remarks to me from time to time that led me to think he may not be as happily married as the impression he gave.

We invariably sat at the same table at lunchtime and I soon had chapter and verse about his marriage. What also came out were some of the high jinks he got up to when he was still single. While nothing specific was said I got the impression that he had been quite wild in his youth.

As our friendship grew stronger I got to meet his wife and we went out as a threesome for drinks from time to time. Eventually they invited me to their house for a meal. It was on that occasion that I began to suspect that Ted had an ulterior motive.

Walking up the drive I was impressed at their neat, well kept house and garden. I rang the bell and Sylvia, Ted’s wife answered the door. Although well presented it was obvious she hadn’t dressed up for the occasion. Then Ted wandered out from the kitchen dressed down in comfortable trackies, grey and baggy. My first thought was that he had no underwear on. His large cock swung back and forth as he walked and as he reached out to shake my hand in greeting I swear it gave a twitch.

Sylvia took me into the front room and sat me on the comfortable sofa while Ted went to fetch me a beer.

Returning with a nice cold can in his hand he stood right in front of me, his crotch at eye level, that humungous cock within slurping distance. It was all I could do to move my gaze up to his face and thank him for the beer. He had a broad smile on his face and it got even bigger when he looked down and saw the extent of my excitement.

Shit. What a giveaway. I crossed my legs. Or at least tried to. Ted laughed. Sylvia called out ‘What are you boys laughing about?’. ‘Just lads’ stuff, my love’ said Ted as he went and sat down.

This went on for several weeks. I would arrive for dinner, Ted would be in loose trackies showing off his cock and I would get tongue tied as I fantasised about somehow separating Ted and Sylvia long enough for me to worship that giant rod.

Ted was obviously enjoying my discomfiture and his teasing started to happen at work as well. He never did anything obvious or that anyone else would notice but he knew it was winding me up.

Then one day the unthinkable happened. I was in the staff toilets stood at the urinal flushing out the last of the previous night’s beer when I heard the door go as someone came in. Nobody at work knows I am gay so keeping my head down I carefully avoided looking round. It wasn’t til I felt a presence at the next stall that I quickly glanced to see who it was. It was Ted! He looked over at me and smiled. As he unbuttoned his flies I couldn’t help looking down. There it was at last. That huge chocolate coloured piece of prime meat and this time it was semi hard. As I watched he started to pee, slowly at first but then a torrent splashing up against the back wall of the urinal. I couldn’t help getting hard as the object of my fantasies stood next to me, his cock slowly bouncing as the urine spurted out. Eventually it slowed to a halt and the final drops fell from the end. Ted slowly worked his foreskin back and forth to shake the last drops off. This also proved to reawaken his burgeoning erection and his cock throbbed back into life.

Ted looked at me again, his eyes drawn to my hardening cock. He smiled and tucked his monster back in his trousers. He walked out leaving me breathless and rock hard. I quickly locked myself into a cubicle and wanked myself as hard as I could imagining Ted’s beautiful uncut cock getting closer to my mouth. I never dared think, not even in my fantasies, that it could ever be actually in my mouth, let alone anywhere else.

My next visit to Ted and Sylvia’s house was a little tense on my part. Would Ted acknowledge what had passed between us in the staff toilets? What exactly had passed between us in the staff toilets? Was it all just wishful thinking?

As usual Sylvia cooked us a beautiful meal, there was the usual ample quaffing of alcohol and, unusually, Sylvia pleaded tiredness and retired to bed early leaving Ted and I alone musing over our beers. As was his wont Ted had his sloppy grey trackies on and an over large T shirt. Relaxed after a splendid meal Ted was leaning back in his favourite chair, legs spread and eyes half closed. I could see that magnificent cock outlined against his trousers, it had somehow managed to flop across his thigh and, if my eyes did not deceive me, was slowly creeping up it.

Suddenly I was aware that Ted’s eyes were fully open and were looking at me, dark limpid pools that seemed to engulf me. I could feel my cock stirring, despite the booze I had consumed.

Emboldened by our mutual intoxication I shuffled about and rearranged my hardening cock. All the while Ted was gazing at me, measuring me up and down as though gauging my height. Tearing my eyes away from his face I was in no doubt that his excitement was reaching a peak. A small damp patch of what I assumed was pre-cum darkened his trackies just below the waist. Slowly he inserted a forefinger in his waistband and pulled down the front of his trackies just enough to expose the moist head of his throbbing cock. All the while his eyes were on me, watching my reaction. I am ashamed to say I actually dribbled. I quickly wiped a hand across my face to clear it and the spell was broken.

He removed the finger from his waistband and his trackies rose back up and covered the cock head from view. I let out a deflated sigh of frustration.

My own cock was throbbing with excitement. Would I never fulfill my dream of having Ted (or Ted having me!)?

A couple of days later and I was at work and found myself in the toilets again. The memory of the last time when Ted had stood beside me was fresh and I got an involuntary hard on at the recollection. As I stood frustratingly waiting for it to go down so I could actually pee I heard the door go and Ted was again standing beside me. This time there was no teasing and Ted grabbed my collar and dragged me into a cubicle far from the door. As the bolt was shot I turned to face my fantasy man. He had already dropped his trousers and pushed me down of the floor. His huge cock was at face level so I did the only sensible thing and opened my mouth. After fantasising so long for this moment I wanted to savour every minute.

I rolled his engorged cock head around my mouth tasting every flavour of it. The muskiness of a cock showered several hours ago was mixed in with the remnants of the last piss he had. As I slowly took more and more into my mouth I could see his wiry pubes before my eyes. I lifted a hand and cupped his ample balls in my hand. At last I had the world in my grasp. I sucked, sucked like I had never sucked before. I wanted this guy to realise that his wife could never give him what I could.

His cock got harder and harder as he started to gently work his throbbing member into my mouth, fucking my face. He groaned and I sensed that this may be the climax I had dreamed about. Then he stopped, took his cock out of my mouth and dragged me to my feet.

Suddenly he was undoing my trousers. My erect cock pinged out, oozing pre-cum like never before. Taking my waist in his huge hands he hoisted me up onto the toilet seat and took my cock in his mouth. I pushed him away after a couple of seconds. I was so close to cumming and I didn’t want this to end so soon. Ted misread my intentions, spun me around and, before I could protest, was easing his cock into my tight ass. Far from holding back my ejaculation it was speeding it up. But then I realised that fucking my almost virginal hole was doing exactly the same for Ted and a sudden grunt from behind me and a sensation of warm gushing into my ass triggered my own Niagara-like cumming all over the back wall of the cubicle.

I stood there, drained both emotionally and literally, Ted’s cock still inside me. I could feel him pulsing as the final few globules of semen seeped into me. Rather than pulling out he held me closer and sought to push his cock deeper inside me,his hands finding my now limp cock and cupping my empty balls. The post coital rush of endorphins lasted for what seemed hours but was probably only 5 minutes.

Gradually his cock subsided and he eased himself out of me leaving my hole gaping for that massive plug.

I expected him to make his embarrassed excuses and leave but he leaned over my shoulder and gently kissed the side of my neck.

He whispered in my ear ‘I want this again’

‘But what about Sylvia’

‘She never lets me do anal. I love it so much now I have tried it’

And so it was. Once a week I would go round for dinner, Ted would wear his baggy trackies to tease me and a couple of times a week we would find somewhere at work to enjoy the pleasures of anal. Maybe one day he will want me to fuck him. Or maybe not. Either way I am happy