I didn’t know why, but I thought we’d share a bed after that. And how tender he was cleaning me. It was like a cuddle after sex, but it wasn’t, and I wanted to badly. Something else new for me.
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Theclack, clack–clickof laptop keys roused me from a dream. My head hurt, my face felt tight, and my mouth tasted gross. Before I could recognize it as a hangover, or even open my eyes, my dream slipped away. A large, hairy, muscular man towered over me, pouring hot semen all over my face and body over and over again.
My eyes shot open as the night before became clearer. Not all of it, not until later, and some of it gone forever—like what thefuckI was thinking—but enough. The fragmented memory kept me hard as stone under my covers, but was more than concerning. All of it.
I hooked up with Alec. What we did wasn’t much more than mutual masturbation, but it was a sex act. If he was still with his wife, it would’ve been cheating. What was going to happen? Did we have to go to HR? I didn’t want to do that. Could we pretend it never happened? That might be best, but then…
I wanted to do it again. Some part of me lamented I didn’t get to suck his cock. And while I thought swallowing his load was hot, it was justehhin the light of day. No, what I wanted was to blow my sexy-as-fuck boss and then let him unload in my mouth.Thatwas hot.
Alec heard me stirring and turned around. He was working at the desk in his underwear and glasses. He said, “Morning, man. Your head hurt as bad as mine?” And laughed.
He sounded normal, like my boss and friend. Not at all like he had cleaned his semen off my face, or that I called himsirwhile naked and erect. For a second, I thought maybe it was just a dream, and Alec was still just my straight, soon-to-be-divorced, early 30s boss.
“Worse,” I said with a weak laugh. “Did you bring ibuprofen? I don’t think I did. Wasn’t planning on drinking that much.”
He rolled his eyes, shook his head, and smiled. “Yeah, it’s in the bathroom.” When I didn’t get out of bed, he got some for me and a glass of water.
After I took the pain relievers, he returned to the desk and said, “Look, man. We need to talk.”
My heart jumped into my throat. Part of me wanted to cut him off and say we were all good. Take control of the situation. Instead, his face, that handsome, too masculine for me face, looked like he was breaking bad news to a love sick intern. I said nothing. I couldn’t. For someone so used to being the big swinging dick in the room, Alec cowed me.
“Last night was fun.” He chuckled. “A shit ton of fun. You’re a kinky little shit, aren’t you?” He chuckled again. “But we drankwaytoo much, and things got out of hand. Yeah, I’ve always found you attractive, but it was a mistake. One we can’t repeat. Yeah?”
“Uh, yeah.”
“Yeah? You get it, right? It’s not only an HR nightmare, because I’m your boss, but… dude… the sir thing? Me ordering you around like that? Don’t get me wrong, it was hot as fuck in the moment, but it was kinda fucked upbecauseI’m your boss. Right? There’s—shit—a power imbalance, or whatever? Right? Between us. So, even if it didn’t jeopardize our jobs, it’s not okay for us to fool around again. Yeah?”
He was so unsure of himself that it was painful. For him to say, and for me to watch. He kept scrunching his face, and his glasses would slide down his nose, only to push them back up. Painful, but endearing. So much so that my boner started to come back.
I shifted under the covers to hide it. “Yeah, man, I get it. No worries.”
“Are you sure? If you’re not okay, please tell me, man. I wasn’t thinking with the big head last night, and I take anyand all responsibility for what happened. I can transfer you to another Sr. Rep. But I genuinely like you, and we make a good team. Or I can get my own room out of pocket from now on. Well, shit.” He moved his glasses to massage the bridge of his nose. “The conference is next week. I can’t get another room. But I can getsickand not go, if you’d feel more comfortable with that.”
“Alec, calm the fuck down.” I laughed. “If anything, I’m disappointed it can’t happen again. But I get it. We were drunk and horny. It happened, but it’s not a big deal.”
Before he let it go, he said, “Are you sure you’re sure?”
“Positive.”
I watched his shoulders slump as he exhaled. “Good. Cause I don’t want to do any of that shit. Outside of you being a hot, kinky, little fuck, you’re a great teammate, and fun to hang around with.”
I chuckled. “You too.”
I got it. It was stupid. We couldn’t be doing that shit. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t disappointed. But also kind of relieved. I didn’t think of myself as the kind of guy to call another mansir, or reach sexual nirvana while he sprayed hot jizz all over my face.
Before he turned back to his computer, I said, “But, uh, what the fuck?”
“What?”
“I thought you hated cheating and weren’t open, but there you were on Flare, sending dick pics to random dudes.”
His face heated. “No. I only downloaded it once my wife told me she’d be dating.”
“Oh, for real? Have you hooked up with a lot of guys?”
“No. That was my first sexual interaction with another man. I was always curious, and if she was dating, I figured it was my chance to flirt and see what’s out there. I wasnotplanning ondoing anything with another man yet. If ever, but definitely not yet.”
