Gay Boi’s Secrets: It was like a ritual for several weeks. Every Monday morning my colleague whom I shared a small office with would begin, “So did you get laid this weekend Tommy?”, I would always demur and avoid the question and yet he would persist, “Damn kid, when I was your age, all I could think about was pussy and getting laid”. The comment always excited me. Getting laid was all I ever thought about, and rather than pussy, my obsession was Dad cock. And boy, I was super attracted to my colleague. John was nearly twice my age and twice my weight. He wore his clothes tight which showcased his big belly and big Daddy bulge. I watched his ever move when we were together, lusting after his full round ass, thick thighs and thick centre. He was married, and loved talking about sex. I hesitated before responding, “No John, no pussy this weekend.” The comment seemed inauthentic since my boi pussy ached for attention. “Damn kid, a good looking guy like you should be scoring pussy every weekend.” Again, I hesitated, my eyes took hungrily took in all of him. I wanted to be naked in his bed, feeling his full weight on me, as we kissed passionately and deeply. “Yeah well John, not really into pussy, you know?” The words were out of my mouth and sat there between us. There was a long pause, silence. I could see that he was struggling to make sense of what I had just said. “Well no never mind then.” His eyes averted mine. I knew that I was staring at his crotch. I knew that he had large balls which hung below his wide ass. I had taken every opportunity to stare at him when he bend over, admiring his thickness and the way his balls stretched the fabric of his trousers. I so wanted to tongue and lick those big Daddy balls and to feel them slapping against my hungry mouth. “Well no worries kiddo, I don’t get much pussy either anymore.” I knew that John was married and I secretly envied his wife whom I had never met but seen pictures of. I knew that if John came home to me that he would be getting laid every night. I imagined that he would be tired and sweaty in need of a cocktail and a back or foot rub. I would take great pleasure in slowly undressing him. I imagined unbuttoning his dress shirt, and kissing his neck, his shoulders and his soft full chest. I would take particular pleasure in slowing licking and sucking on his prominent nipples and that would make us both hard. I heard myself, “Well your wife is stupid then. If I were she, you would be getting laid all the time.” We make prolonged eye contact. The comment was not lost on him. His thighs spread open a bit as his hand grazed his crotch.” “Thanks John. Mighty kind of you, perhaps I should tell my wife what you said.” I smiled, in my mind, I was still sucking on his nipples and his Dad cock was hardening. He would push my head down to his crotch, and my lips would hungrily trace his growing cock through his dress trousers. “Yeah whatever. Just sayin that she sure is missing out if she ain’t putting out for you.” He looked long and hard at me. “Yeah well maybe, I haven’t shown enough interest lately either.” It was there, between us. The subtle acknowledgement that perhaps he too was interested in sex with men. I imagined unzipping his fly, our eyes locked. He would smile knowing that I loved kissing, licking and sucking the head and shaft of his cock, his big full balls, and that erotic area between his ball sac and his asshole. I would be priming that Daddy cock of his for the sexual intercourse that would follow. I would be passionate in my cock sucking and all consuming in my rimming of his Daddy ass. He would be hard and wet and dripping precum, appreciating my talents and my devotion. I spoke again, “Well we all go through periods John. Sometimes all I think about is cock and how much I need to get laid, and then other times I just think why bother…just not going to happen”. He looked deeply at me. “You like cock?” I nodded. “Nothing wrong with that.” I felt the relief and the excitement of the moment. I imagined that I had pulled his trousers and underwear down delighting in the extra large jockey briefs that he had worn all day. He would ask me to strip and it would be my pleasure to reveal my tan fit lean body to him. He would marvel at my compact firm butt and his fingers would trace my crack and find my hole. I would be fully erect and he would know that I needed him deep inside of me, fucking me like I was his wife. “Thanks John for saying that. Sometimes its hard for me. I get lonely.” I was surprised by the immediacy of our intimacy. “No reason to be lonely kid.” His thighs were even more spread, and I could see that his bulge had thickened. “Perhaps, you and I can get a drink after work someday John. Maybe hang out for a while at my apartment.” He smiled, a knowing smile. His hand found his crotch and lingered for a moment on his erect cock. “I would like that very much kid. Maybe tonight, pick up a pizza and some beer.” I imagined being on my back, his weight pressing down upon me, our lips passionately kissing, licking and eating one another. He would spread my thighs open and admire my tight pink hole. It would be the only pussy he would ever need and his Dad cock would own my ass. “Sounds like a plan John. Perhaps we will both get laid”. His cock would enter me tenderly as he kissed and sucked on my nipples. I loved having body parts that turned him on as he begin to slowly and then more intensively thrust his cock into me. I was a man of that there was no doubt, but my ass and my nipples would respond like the wife that he needed, and his cock would respond like the Dad that I needed. “Well, let’s hope so kid and plan on it.” Hours and hours passed, before quitting time. We picked up a pizza and a six pack and he called his wife with some excuse. The moment we were in my apartment, we were immediately all over one another. Kissing, licking, sucking and removing articles of each others clothes. I admired his full stocky frame and how we looked like father and son naked, sexually excited and in need of one another. He whispered that he “needed pussy”, and I in turn whispered that I “needed his Dad cock”. The sexual intercourse that followed exceeded all my expectations. I knew that I would not be going without “cock” and that John “would have his full of pussy” from that night forward.
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