Taboos come in may forms – from the down right perverted to self imposed morality. From Scat to no fucking with work colleagues. From no fucking in public places to watching porn. When one is breached though it can have many consequences.
Sam had been taken on as a trainee by a shipping firm, straight from school at 18. He' been employed in the office because he was intelligent, a rarity, cheap, he was young, and he would be good on the front desk. He was, as they say, 'cute'.
He was 5' 11", a mop of neatly groomed blonde hair, slim but not skinny. He was very 'presentable' in his dark trousers, blue shirt and yellow tie – ideal as the 'face' of the company on the front desk.
Most of the other guys in the office were in their late 20', early 30's, the boss being the eldest at 48. There was just one other guy of Sam's age - Jo. They sort of buddied up being 'newbies'. They got on well in the office but didn't socialise at weekends or whenever.
Sam had a secret though, a well hidden secret – he was gay.
Sam was very straight acting and nobody in the office gave a second thought that he might be one of those lads that "took it up the arse" as the guys referred to it as. For Sam it was almost self-torture. There were some, what he thought of as, seriously hot guys in the office. More than once he would have to excuse himself and dash to the toilets a fast and furious wank. Sam stuck to his golden rule though 'No sex with guys he worked with'.
There was one guy, Fraser, that he really lusted after. Scottish, bearded, always well groomed, his suits always showing off his fit body. Sam couldn't help but notice the bulge in the front of his trousers or the pert arse he had. Sam often lay in bed fantasising about Fraser and what they could do together. He imagined Fraser hairy, a good sized cock and a deep hairy arse-crack. Not that he was likely to find out – he was married and a work colleague.
Sam had never decided whether he was total bottom or total top – his moods swung. Sometimes he felt in a real 'slut mood' and liked nothing better than taking dick "up the arse". Other times he'd see a cute arse and he just knew he had to fuck it.
He'd got to the office early that morning - his front desk 'supplies' of brochures, cards etc. was running low and he needed to re-stock. Getting in early meant he could concentrate before the start of what was always a busy day.
He was a bit surprised to see Fraser's jacket slung over the back of a chair with no sight of him. Fraser was, in fact, not known for his 'early arrivals'. Sam reckoned he'd probably got an early appointment in the office and needed to prepare. He grabbed a coffee from the machine and started working out exactly what he needed.
His list prepared he wander down the corridor leading to the stockroom, past the glass panelled interview rooms, the thick piled carpet absorbing the sound of his footsteps. As he got to the last office he noticed that the blinds were closed and door firmly closed. His curiosity was spiked and he sneaked to take a peek though the crack at the side of the blinds.
He stood open mouthed and wide eye as he watched.
He was staring at Jo, naked from the waist down, laying back on the desk, his legs held high. In between those legs Sam could see a hairy arse obviously fucking Jo, and fucking him fairly vigorously. Sam couldn't hear anything but could see the look of absolute pleasure on Jo's face and the eager way he responded to the dick shafting him. Suddenly the penny dropped - that hairy arse belonged to Fraser!
His own dick, up until then semi-hard - now flipped into a full boner. He watched, wanting to be in Jo's place and taking Fraser’s dick. He couldn't help himself - he pulled down his zip and fished his dick out, jerking off over the scene in front of him.
Fraser's body shook and Sam guessed he had just cum. As Fraser staggered back Sam got a glimpse of Fraser’s equipment. He now saw what that nice bulge looked like - both in the flesh and hard. It was probably about 7.5" long, nicely shaped and just thick enough. Just as Sam had imagined, it was embedded in a lush bush of brown hairs. What he also saw was that the dick was coated in thick white cum - Fraser had fucked bare.
Sam could see the fuck was now over as Fraser started to put on his trousers and Jo clambered, groggily, off the desk, recovering his own trousers. Sam stuffed his own dick back into his pants and made his way, quickly and silently to the loos right by the front desk.
In the cubicle he wanked his dick like mad, suppressing the groans of orgasm as he shot is load into the pan. Anybody listening would have just thought he was having a dump.
Relieved of his spunk and boner, Sam nonchalantly went to the front desk, pretending he'd just arrived. He saw Fraser was now at his desk, Jo nowhere to be seen. "Morning" Sam called "Early start?" If Fraser was surprised at Sam's sudden appearance he didn't show it but just smiled and said 'yes'.
A couple of times that morning Jo walked past the front desk and Sam couldn't help thinking that his arse must feel a bit squelchy from Fraser's dick-juice. Each time Sam had to excuse himself.....
He said nothing to either Jo and Sam but came to the realisation that Fraser 'swing both ways' and Jo had no qualms about fucking with a co-worker.
A couple of weeks later there was a company conference and colleagues from other offices were due to come to Head Office, some staying overnight. Sam was put in charge of booking rooms for the attendees. He noticed that Fraser needed a double room, "with a double bed".
The first day of the conference ran smoothly and there was a dinner at the hotel. Sam had been 'invited' being one of the organisers. He was told to dress casually for the dinner – it was no formal occasion -"just a chance for the guys to get to know each other better".
After Dinner everyone seemed to retire to the bar and Sam couldn't help but notice one guy . He knew he was Ben from one of the northern branches, He was a young trainee on the sales side - 22/23 or so. To be honest, Sam quite fancied him - especially the very distinct bulge in his jeans. He was certain that he smiled at Sam and 'accidentaly' let his hand slip over the front of his jeans and 'that bulge'.
It got late and Sam realised he had missed his last train. He knew that couple of the rooms had twin beds and there were couple of spares as delegates couldn't attend. Sam asked hid boss if it was OK to use one of them. His boss, grateful at the work Sam had put in agreed immediately.
One room was now occupied by one of the guys and one of the secretaries. Sam didn’t fancy being a fly on the wall there. The other room, as chance would have it, was Ben's. As Sam told him he would be sharing Ben grinned "Cool". Sam was certain he saw a slight movement in Ben's jeans....
Finally Sam called it a night and went up to the room, leaving Ben in the bar. Sam went through his nightly routine - shower, brush teeth and got into bed. He'd folded his clothes neatly on a chair, his trunks on the top. He'd have to wear them in the morning so it was safer to sleep in the nude.
Sam had just got into bed as the door opened and Ben came in. The one thing I noticed immediately was that Sam's bulge had disappeared - replaced by a solid ridge of a boner. Sam couldn't help but bone up himself, the sheets tenting before he could control it.
Ben pretended not to notice but Sam saw a very distinct movement. He stood at the ends of the beds and slowly, seductively stripped off – shirt, shoes, socks trousers. He stood there his hard dick now clearly visible, a small wet patch on his briefs. He looked Sam straight in the eyes as he lowered his briefs slowly.
Sam let out an involuntary gasp as Bens cock was release and slapped against his body. That 'ridge' had been made by an 8" dick, bigger and thicker than Fraser's. The only similarities were that they were both uncut and both in possession of lush forests of pubic hair.
As he stepped out of his briefs Ben smiled and gave his turgid member a long, loving stroke then walked over to the side of the bed and took hold of the sheet to pull t back. "Ben! I'm not..you know..gay" Sam blurted out as his eyes were riveted to Bens dick. Ben jerked sheet back, exposing Sam' achingly hard dick; "So what's that for then?" he said as his hand reached down and stroked it. Sam let out a long sigh "Oh.....yes...".
Ben had now clambered into bed beside Sam and slowly stroked his dick. "Not gay? I've seen you eyeing up Fraser all night!", his fingers now strayed to his Sam’s balls. "He fucks a lad like he's fucking a woman, I fuck men as men". His fingers had now gone past Sam’s taint and he could feel them massaging his hole. Sam’s head went back, his legs opened and he met out a long deep moan of enjoyment. "Oh fuck Ben.....".
Bens head was now between Sam’s thighs spreading them, lifting them, giving him sight of Sam’s puckering, smooth hole. "Beautiful, good enough to eat.." Sam felt a jolt of pure pleasure shoot through his body as Bens tongue met his hole. Sam had, of course, been fucked before but he had never been rimmed. Now he his whole body was being racked with amazing sensations. He was now balling he sheets in his fist, trying to control the urge to cry out in ecstasy.
"Oh yes, fuckin yes, oh my god, oh shit that’s good" he panted out breathlessly as Bens tongue speared his hole, dilating it, slipping inside. Sam writhed crazily as Ben licked, sucked, kissed his hole. Sam had never felt anything soo good before. He was fighting now not to blow his load as Ben ate him out.
Ben drove him wild as he slithered his tongue around hiss sensitive entrance. He felt Ben open him up, tongue fucking him, licking his ring, preparing him. Ben added his fingers to the mix and nearly fainted as Ben found his 'p spot'. His hole spasmed, his body was on fire as wave after wave of anal orgasm swept through him – his first anal orgasm.
Ben knew the right moment to move from tongue and fingers to dick. He was now face to face with Sam, his cock now slipping over Sam’s hole. "Ready for my prick then?" he teased. "Fuckkk yes, fuck me Ben, fuck me". All Ben needed was a gentle push and his prick was in.
Stars burst in his head as the tumescent, turgid prick sank into him, pushing his fuckchute wide open. His guts rippled over the throbbing prick as it travelled deeper. Sam’s head shook from side to side as his eyes rolled back, he legs now clamping around Bens body, his hand on Bens back, clawing at him. No one had ever fucked him like this before.
Ben now dominated Sam with every stroke and thrust of his prick into his body, controlling the fuck. He kept up a running commentary about how he would service the lad beneath him, excite him beyond endurance to impregnant him with his seed, to flood him with rich northern spunk, to rut and breed with him like two wild animals.
Ben manhandled him around the bed in to various positions - now on all fours mounting him like a stallion mounting a mare. The swift movements of penetration causing Sam’s body to quake as his p-spot was tortured by the thick shaft. Both of them were lost in the pure lust of the fuck. The white hot heat of Bens prick inside him exhilarated Sam, had him crying out in ecstasy as the object of his desire impaled him time and times again.
The sweat dripped from Bens body as he vigorously used the hole around his prick, his orgasm built and built. He needed to seed the lad, to give him his babies, coat his guts with cum. The urgency rose and rose within him as he almost screamed out "I'm gonna...." the last word lost in the frenzied act of ejaculation.
Sam’s hole had clamped around Sam’s pulsating member, wanking it almost. Sam too needed the feeling of that spunk jetting into him, bathing his fuckchute with cum, sloshing about him filling him to overflowing.
Sam felt the hot copious liquid ejected from the prick deep inside him - the most beautiful thing in the world. Feeling his prostate awash with cum tipped him over the edge. His own dick was like a fountain - rope after rope after rope of hot jizz bursting from him. They clung to each other until the after shocks or orgasm dissipated, cocks and hole too sensitive to touch.
They lay there in silence both overwhelmed by the internity of the fuck, breathless, coated in cum and sweat. Sam then realised he had broken through two of his 'taboos' those red lines he vowed never to cross.
He has sworn that he would never fuck any other way but safe always demanding an using a condom. Tonight he'd been fucked bare and relished the feeling of the cum soaking into him. Raw was now law for him.
He'd vowed never to fuck with work colleagues. Now he wanted Fraser and Jo in his boy.
They dozed until, almost in unison, they looked at each other, looked each other pricks - hard again. Sam felt the overwhelming urge to feel Bans prick in him again. That lack of a condom, the feel of raw, bare cock filling him with northern spunk had lit a blazing inferno in him. He straddled Ben, took his prick in his hand and slowly fed him into his still juicy hole. "Of fuck yes" he sighed in contentment as he rode him until he felt Ben spasm inside of him a second time.
Sam woke up in the morning to the sounds of Ben showering and he could imagine him soaping up, getting hard and wanking in the shower. He got out of bed, his boner weeping precum, eager to join Ben under the cascading water. There was a knock at the door and Fraser, of all people, called through the door that breakfast was in 15 minutes. No time for sex.
He followed Ben in the shower, cleaning himself thoroughly – he didn't want to give any hint that he and Ben had fucked. If they had been able to look at his arsehole though they'd have seen it had been well used.
He and Ben were about the same size and Ben offered, and Sam took, a spare pair of briefs and a polo-shirt. He admitted to himself that the thought of Bens briefs on his own cock was rather arousing, secretly wearing his lovers underwear was such a turn on.
As they entered the dining room Fraser looked at him in a strange way and then grinned. Did he know? Had he guessed? Sam wondered. He couldn't have.
The morning session of the conference was short, finishing at 11 am - the next session due to start at 3. The delegates were free to do what they liked as long as they were there at 3 pm. Most of them seemed to leave the hotel to explore the local area, other hung around, some working away on laptops. Sm noticed that Fraser stayed in the hotel and he soon realised why. He saw Jo walk into the hotel and take the lift straight to Fraser's floor. Fraser soon followed.
Sam was busy too - working - when less than hour later he saw Jo leaving, rather dishevelled. Sam reckoned that Fraser and Jo had had a quick fuck. Something he now needed. He'd crossed his red-lines and now took the lift up to Fraser’s room and knocked on his door.
As Fraser opened the door he had obviously just got out of the shower ans just had a towel wrapped around him. Beyond him Sam could see the rumpled sheets of the bed. "Just taken a nap" he said, a glint in his eyes as he glanced down at Sam's crotch. Fraser could see the reason for Sam's visit. "Come on in". As Fraser turned back into the room his towel slipped a little and Sam saw again that hairy arse. He suppressed a moan and a desire to run his hand over it.
"Good night last night!" Fraser said -more of a question than a statement. "Yeah, when I could get to sleep" Sam responded suggestively. "Yeah, Ben can be a bit of a handful...snoring... Hardly got a wink of sleep when I had to share a room with him" Fraser grinned. The thought of Ben and Fraser sharing a room and bed, the sight of the rumpled sheets where Jo had recently lain caused Sam's boner to test the strength of the fabric of his trousers "I guess you didn't get much sleep".
The air of sexual tension in the room was evident. Fraser looked again at Sam's now totally distorted trousers and let his towel fall. Sam gasped as he now saw Fraser in full. He was as big as Ben and as hairier. He was hard. Sam knew what was about to happen was sort of wrong but his hand automatically reached across and stroked his co-workers dick. Fraser was frantically pulling open Sam’s trousers as Sam fought to remove his polo-shirt - Bens polo shirt.
"Fuck, nice bid" Fraser groaned. "Better than Jo's?" Sal couldn't resist saying "I saw you two in the office... and I saw him just leave". Fraser seemed to freeze for a moment almost worried about the whole set up. The feel of Sam’s hands on his prick and balls soon had him relaxing as Sam asked "Still got some spunk n those balls for me?" "Plenty! Jo gets no more loads from me, little twat. He's been fucking around with the Boss!" Sam was amazed to hear the Boss 'played' and was about to ask more when he felt Fraser’s fingers at his 'back-door'. "Mmm, nice pouting cunt lips. Ben did a good job then" he laughed.
Fraser had always seemed a rather "correct" and polite guy and the use of 'twat' and 'cunt' surprised Sam. Ben had not been so crude. Sam liked the crudity replying "My fucking cunt is gagging for some fuckin dick in it, some good fuckin prick up it". Sam was now feeling even more aroused as Fraser said "I'm' gonna fuck that shitter of yours, shag your fuckin cunt better than fuckin Ben.
Sam threw himself onto the bed, pulling his legs up, back and wide. "Fuckin do me then. Prove it!" Sam couldn't quite believe he was doing this, saying this, but the filth from Fraser’s mouth and the sight of that prick excited him. "Breed my cunt!" he demanded. "Fuckin gorgeous cunt!"
Sam yelped loudly as Fraser leapt between his legs and just rammed his prick home. "Fuck I've wanted your arse since the day you walked in! I always knew you'd have a tasty twat to fuck" "Fuck it and breed it then!". Fraser now shafted him hard, slamming his balls against him. They both knew Fraser wouldn't last long.
Sam milked the prick as hard as he could "Give me your fuckin spunk! Fuck I want it soo bad you bastard, breed me with that fucking raw dick. Breed me like you bred Jo!" Sam gripped Fraser between his legs urging him on, Fraser responding with harder, rougher fucking. "Take it you fuckin slut! dirty boy! whore!" Sam could feel his own cum rising "I'm gonna blow!" he bellowed as his prick spewed jizz all over the two of them.
Fraser lunged into him and Sam got that warm feeling inside – hot spunk – and loved it.
Sam gyrated his hips as Fraser exploded inside of him, Fraser writhing in ecstatic agony. "Oh Jesus Sam...." he grunted as he tried to pull his pulsating dick out of Sam. Sam held him tight inside wanting every last drop of Fraser’s seed in him. Finally Fraser struggled free from the predatory flooded cavern that was Sam’s arse..
"Shit Sam, you are fucking awesome" Fraser panted as he fell onto the bed beside Sam. "Better than Jo then?" Sam smirked. "Fucking way better!"
As they showered before rejoining the conference Fraser told Sam he had an early start in the morning – he'd be in the office 'bright and early'. Sam knew what that meant.
The following morning Sam was bent over the desk in the last office along the corridor, Fraser pumping his bare dick up Sam’s arse – his cunt – breeding it.
