Faisal recently came to work for me. He had an interesting background. He was born in Pakistan, educated in England and most recently lived in Dubai. He was the Chief Financial Officer for his company and with 25 years of finance experience he could have easily been my boss. However, Faisal and his family just immigrated to the United States and having no experience working in this country needed to take a lower level position. That’s how he ended up working for me as my second in command on my finance team.
I enjoyed working with Faisal. He was a dignified man, a little reserved but very professional. His suits were impeccable, and he never had a hair out of place. I enjoyed his old-world charm and quiet confidence. I quickly found myself being attracted to him. His light brown skim, dark eyes and black wavy hair with a few strands of silver was very appealing to me. At 6 feet tall he was an inch or so taller than me. He probably had a good 15 to 20 pounds on me as well. It’s not that Faisal had a bad body. As a dad with two kids in his late 40’s he had a very decent body. It’s just that I’ve always been unusually thin. At age 38 I barely weighed 150 pounds. Along with my pale, Irish skin, smooth body and red hair I was very much Faisal’s opposite physically.
I was the primary person responsible for training Faisal. Naturally we had to work in close proximity to each other. Many times, I felt that Faisal was getting too close to me. I would be showing him something on the computer and he would be sitting so close to me that our legs would be touching, or he would put his hand on my shoulder while reviewing a spreadsheet. He never said anything improper or touched me inappropriately. It was just that he was invading my space. All the time.
Maybe it was a cultural thing. I don’t know. It’s not that I minded too much. I enjoyed having Faisal’s body close to mine. I found his cologne intoxicating and I was drawn to his strong masculine bearing.
At home, I would find myself fantasizing about Faisal. I dreamed about sucking on his hot cock or surrendering myself to him and having him fuck my ass. Of course, I’m out at work and I’m very comfortable with my sexuality. Being Southeast Asian and Muslim, I wasn’t sure what Faisal’s views might be. Well, he’s in American now and living in the very liberal state of Massachusetts so he better not have an issue with it. Also, he works for me. I’m his boss.
After a few weeks, there was no sign of Faisal backing off from sitting too close to me. I was showing him something on my computer and he was sitting so close to me there was no space between us. His leg was pressed against mine and our butts were even touching. Then Faisal reached his arm around my back and placed his hand on the back of my chair. It was so intimate, almost erotic, I couldn’t concentrate on what I was doing. Then, all of a sudden, my cock started growing. I was afraid Faisal would notice my ever expanding cock.
“Sorry Faisal. I think we need to take a break.”
“Are you okay Ted? You look pale.”
“I’m fine. Just hungry, I think. Listen, it’s pretty close to quitting time. Why don’t we pick this up tomorrow?”
“Sure.” Faisal said as he stood up and gathered his notes. I just concentrated on getting my penis under control. Just before he exited my office, Faisal continued. “Listen, my wife and kids are in Karachi visiting her parents. I’m a bachelor until Sunday. Would you be interested in having dinner together? It would give us an opportunity to get to know each other better.”
“Sounds like a great idea.” I responded. This could be interesting I thought. I wonder how the evening will turn out.
Faisal chose the Aceituna Grill in Cambridge, one of the best Middle Eastern restaurants in the area. The food was excellent, and Faisal took control making recommendations and telling me all about the different dishes. Most of which I had never heard of.
The dinner served its purpose. I got to know more about Faisal the person. His father was a high raking diplomate with the Pakistani government. His family has lived in Zimbabwe, Monaco and Germany and he attended boarding school and University in London. Faisal was much more worldly and sophisticated then I was with my South Boston Irish Catholic upbringing.
As dinner was wrapping up, I was feeling my defenses drop. I decided to address the elephant in the room.
“Faisal.” I began. “You know that I’m gay.”
Faisal just stared at me for a while, not saying a word. He then shook his head and said, “Yes Ted. I am aware.” Nothing was said for a long time, and it was beginning to feel awkward. Then Faisal continued, “You realize that homosexuality is forbidden in my culture. It’s against the law. However, it is not uncommon for young mans, teenagers, to experiment with each other. It is almost expected. You know, boys have no access to young girls. The sexes are completely separated socially. We even go to separate schools. There is no opportunity to meet girls until you are ready to marry. Even then, many marriages are arranged through your family.”
Feeling sympathy toward Faisal I had to ask, “What about you. Was yours an arranged marriage?”
“It was, actually.” Faisal said. “It was very important to my parents. My wife Noor came from a very prominent family in Pakistan. It helped with my father’s career. However, it was a love match. My wife and I are very happy together. And my two sons mean everything to me.”
“But with the boys, when they “fool around” most of the time they were only interested in sex until they climaxed. Once they orgasmed, they were gone. There wasn’t a lot of mutual satisfaction. It wasn’t considered manly to suck another guy’s qabid, I mean penis. It was rare to find someone who you could connect with and have feelings for. A person had to be very careful.”
Just the way Faisal was talking, with a longing in his eyes, moved me to ask, “Did you have someone you connected with? Was there someone special in your youth?”
After another long pause, Faisal sighed heavily before continuing. “There was, actually, his name was Sammy and he was my best mate at university. Actually Ted, you remind me a lot of him. He had pale white skin and red hair like you have.”
That’s weird, I thought. I remind Faisal of his one-time schoolboy crush. Maybe this guy was more than a crush. Maybe Sammy was something more to him. Anyway, it got me thinking of Faisal differently.
I didn’t know what to say. There was another short silence before Faisal finally said, “Can I ask you a question Ted?”
“Of Course you can.” I replied.
“Would you be interested in going to my apartment for a nightcap?”
“Excuse me for asking but as a Muslim do you drink alcohol?”
“Like most men in Pakistan I do on occasion drink alcohol.”
So we settled the dinner bill and off we went to Faisal’s apartment. I still couldn’t figure out what was on his mind or what he was thinking. It didn’t matter. I went along with it. I wanted to see how this situation was going to end up.
Arriving at his apartment, Faisal showed me around, then offered me what he called “Hunza water”. Basically, it was just Pakistani moonshine. It was very strong, and I had a hard time drinking it. Faisal on the other hand, downed his first glass and immediately poured himself a second one. There wasn’t much talking going on. I just sat on the couch while Faisal looked uncomfortable and nervous.
He then stood up, put down his drink and walked down the hallway. He didn’t look at me, but I clearly heard him say, “I hope you follow me.”
I was confused as to what was going on, as Faisal turned into the last room on the right. I gradually stood up and slowly walked down the hall. I didn’t know what I would find.
When I entered the room, I saw Faisal laying completely naked on his bed. I now had a chance to check out his body. He definitely had a dad-bod, but not bad for a man in his late forties. He had a good amount of hair on his chest and legs. Very attractive. I can really appreciate a hairy, hot dad type. I then noticed his cock. His uncut rod was only semi-erect but even in that state was quite impressive. It was thick and growing fast.
Faisal looked unsure and a little shy. When he saw me in the doorway he rolled over from his side to his stomach. He then spread his legs a bit and arched is back, lifting his ass.
It was as if Faisal was an animal in heat, presenting himself to a mate for sex. Without saying a word, Faisal let me know what he wanted. This married dad of two wanted to be taken and be bred. He wanted me to fuck him into ecstasy and to fill his hole up with my cum.
What an opportunity, I hadn’t had sex in a while and this man was just giving himself to me. My cock was rock hard in no time, and I couldn’t wait to explore Faisal’s hole and have it cradle my cock.
I quickly shed my clothes and walked to the bed. Faisal was face down in the pillow so I couldn’t see his expression, but he was clenching his ass and arching it up further, so I knew he was ready to get fucked. I put my hand on each ass cheek and squeeze them. Separating them, I see his brown hole winking at me, inviting me inside.
There is a bottle of lube on the nightstand but before using the lube, I needed to have a taste first. I lower my head, stick out my tongue and aim straight for his beautiful hole. I kiss it and lick it. My saliva is covering his ass crack. With my hands on his hips, I am exploring and probing his crack and hole. Moans and groans are coming from Faisal as he pushes his ass higher while my tongue pushes deeper inside him. At this point I know he is completely mine and I can do whatever I want to him.
My hands move up and joined my tongue in the fun of exploring Faisal’s man hole. One finger, then a second poked through his brown hole to prepare Faisal for the upcoming invasion of my cock. He seemed relaxed and ready, so I reached over for the lube. Before applying the lube to my cock and to his role, I ran my hard cock up and down Faisal’s ass crack and poked at his hole a few times. A low guttural moan emanated from Faisal’s throat.
Ready to go, I positioned myself between Faisal’s legs, spread them further apart and lifted his hips up a bit. All that saliva, fingers and lube prepared Faisal pretty well. My cock head passed through his ass ring easily. Once in, I waited for his body to adjust to my penetrating cock. I knew Faisal wasn’t a virgin but didn’t know how long it’s been since he got fucked. It might have been since his university days with Sammy.
Inch by inch, my cock slowly descended into his deepest depth. After hitting bottom, I stretched out fully on top of Faisal with my balls nestled against his tant. My mouth was close to Faisal’s ear as I breathed heavily and nibbled on his earlobe. Faisal’s eyes were closed, and his face looked peaceful. It was then that I heard him say, “Oh, Sammy.”
So, he was thinking of his former “best mate” and reliving his university days. I started moving slowly at first before picking up speed. My slow stokes pulled most of my cock out of his hole before slamming it all the way back in. This went on for a while before I pulled Faisal up on his knees with his chest resting on his elbows. This allowed me to position behind him and jackhammer my cock into his hole. My rhythm was fast and furious with my balls slapping against Faisal’s ass.
“Yes, like that.” Was all Faisal said.
In this position, I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold out too long. When I felt myself getting close to cumming, I slowed my pace until I composed myself. This happened three times. I fucked fast and hard before slowing down to make it last. After about 15 minutes I couldn’t hold off any longer. Three more hard slams with my cock and my balls started emptying, filling Faisal’s hole with my sweet cum.
After cumming inside Faisal, I collapsed on his back while I started my recovery. With my cock still firmly planted in his ass, I rolled myself and Faisal’s to my side and spooned him from behind. I admired the contracted of my pale white skin against his light brown skin.
Faisal’s eyes were still closed. He was lost in his thoughts and fantasies. His uncut cock was still fully erect and leaking a large amount of precum. I reached between us and scooped up some of the cum dripping out of his ass. Reaching around, I took a firm hold of his cock and began stroking it. Between getting fucked hard and dreaming of his old mate, Faisal was close to the edge. After only a dozen strokes of his cock, Faisal shot a large load of cum into my hand and on the bedspread.
My spent cock finally popped out of Faisal’s ass while we laid there still not saying anything. I got up and headed toward the bathroom. I decided to take a shower and really clean myself. Once done, I headed back to Faisal’s bedroom to gather my stuff. Faisal was no longer there. I got dressed and headed back to the living room.
Faisal was there wearing just a bathrobe. He stood up when I entered.
“I don’t know what to say.” Faisal began. “That was very nice. I hope this doesn’t affect my job.”
“Of course it won’t” I said. “I am happy that I was able to help you relive your school experience.”
That was it. I then left wondering if Faisal and I would ever have a repeat experience. Tomorrow at work is going to be very interesting.
The End.
