Gay Erotic Stories

I had been working at the big financial advisory firm for three years now. I had done well and knew that a big promotion was just months away. And probably even a partnership of the firm. Then my salary, that already was really good, would be a lot higher. And I’ll get a better office with a better view. Right now I still had a cubicle in the corner of a vast office floor at the 10th floor of the tall building in London’s financial district – the city. The view was not much to write home about. It was almost six on the Friday before Christmas and I was sitting there, clicking on “send” on the computer screen, and thereby sending an e-mail across cyberspace to my girlfriend. The holidays were just two days away and she wanted suggestions what to buy my parents for Christmas.

My boss, Mr. Rickman came up to my desk. He was as pleasant as always, but something told me he had something to tell me as boss to employee. This was very rare in my case since I usually didn’t upset my superiors. I had an idea what is was all about. I followed him to his office on the 15th floor, a large room with expensive furniture and a fantastic view over St Paul’s Cathedral.

As I suspected the only man I really hated already sat in one of the visitor chairs. Peter Fredman, a Swedish guy in my own age (36). He was tall and blond and since he used to be an Olympic swimmer, he had a build that made the women in the entire office turn into giggling schoolgirls by the very sight of him. Not that anyone had seen his body. It was always covered in very expensive and tailor made suits. Today he wore a black one, his shirt looked as though it was sawn to his muscular torso and he wore a coffee coloured tie to match his brown eyes.

Now, I’m not bad looking myself. I go to the gym five days a week and I still have thick brown hair and a designer beard. I’ve never had any problems to get dates. Even though I’m usually one of the tallest guys in any room, I had to look up at Mr. Fredman, since he’s so freakishly tall. But that was not why I hated him – and he hated me in equal measures.

We were both top employees of the firm and we constantly competed of the best assignment and the nest promotions. Every time we met we started to argue like immature schoolboys. The reason we was summoned to Mr. Rickman’s room I suppose. Only the other day we had a row that almost was witnessed by our most important client. A disaster was avoided by the smallest margin possible.

I sat down in the chair next to Peter and Mr. Rickman gave us his short but disturbingly clear message:

- Guys, he said, you both know you’re extremely valuable to this firm. But your personal differences have to stop. I’ve never seen two grown men behave like you too. People are talking y’know. The like you both but they don’t like your constant fighting to make their working place miserable. And the incident the other day can’t be ignored. Our American CEO happened to be here on the day you almost cost us the Devon-McGraw account. Since he doesn’t know you as well as I do he wanted me to fire you right away. And god knows I was almost prepared to obey him that afternoon.

He came to the point very quickly. If we didn’t resolve our differences immediately, we would lose our jobs, both of us. But the remedy he suggested was more of a surprise.

- I have reserved the executive penthouse from now, the whole weekend. You are both going to stay there until Sunday and by then you’d better start liking each other. I’ve sent up toiletries, food and some beer. The rest is up to you. I’ve instructed security to alert me, should any one of you leave before Sunday lunch.

We really could not believe our ears and made useless attempts to protest. We could get over our conflicts anyway we tried.

Good, Mr. Rickman said. You already agree on something for the first time in your lives. But you have to choose. Keep your job and a brilliant future in this company, or be unemployed before Christmas.

Twenty minutes later we entered the penthouse on the top of the building. I’d been there only once before. It had a large room with two sofas, a fire place, a conference table and a bar. One wall was a panorama window with a view over west London. One door led to a small kitchen, another to the only bedroom. In the far corner of the room there was a relax room behind a frosted glass wall. The space had a round sunken Jacuzzi, a stream sauna along with a shower area along another panorama window. If you took a shower there you’d flash your cock to all of north London. However no one would see anything unless they were in a helicopter.

A very exciting place, unless you shared it with the person you hated most in the universe. We walked into the room in silence. When the door closed we just stood there for a minute. Then I took off my jacket and my tie and went to the kitchen and took out a beer for myself. On the way back into the room, I stopped and thought what the hell I’ll better start to be nice right away, so I took out another beer for Peter.

When I came back, Peter had taken off his jacket and tie too and stood in the relax area looking at the view, next to the Jacuzzi. He didn’t here me enter the room so when I said “here, have a beer” and reached the bottle towards him, he got startled.

“For fucks sake!” he said and took two steps backwards, losing his balance at the same time. Not strange perhaps for a tall guy like him. I saw the disaster that was about to happen and reached out for him to prevent him from falling into the sunken Jacuzzi. But my gesture looked more like an attempt to push him into it. It all happened in slow motion. As he realised that he, along with his expensive clothes that did not go well with water, was about to land in the chlorine smelling pool he grabbed me with all his force. Together we fell into the warm water.

I took a few seconds before anyone of us realised what had happened. You’d think this would be a good place to start laughing and finally become friends,.but not us. As quickly as we had fallen into the water, as fast were we up on the side of the pool again. Both of us were completely soaked. We started to yell at each other. Both blaming each other for our ruined attire and generally calling each other names like fucker, wanker, faggot and other terms of endearment. At the same time we stripped off our wet clothes. He took off his shirt and his muscular defined chest was covered in blond thick hair that continued down his belly. He took off the trousers and his underwear was soaked and see-through. Typically enough he was hung like a horse. I had undressed with the same pace. I’m also muscular and hairy but in a darker way.

My dick is generally considered very large, but not compared to superman Peter. The shouting getting more and more intense as we both went for a stack of towels a shelf next to some wicker chairs that stood on a soft wool carpet. He carelessly pushed me so I fell over on of the chars. I got so angry that I took the chair and threw it across the room. “What the fuck are you doing?” I said and pushed him back so he in his turn lost his balance and landed in the other chair. He got up quickly and kicked the chair so it almost crashed into the large window next to the showers. “You fucking idiot!” he screamed, “if you want to fight, don’t think I can’t take you!”

He came towards me with such speed we both fell on the carpet. There we started to wrestle like crazy. Our wet bodies pressed towards each other. We were equally strong and struggled to pin the other one down to humiliate him. As I landed under him and got his crotch over my face I desperately tore at his designer underwear. The fabric gave up surprisingly easily and suddenly I had his NAKED balls pressing on my nose. The fact that he now was completely naked didn’t stop him. He briefly got up though to get out of the remains of his shredded Calvin Klein’s, his big dick swinging between his legs reminiscent of an elephant’s trunk. Before I had the chance to move he’d bent down and taken hold of my boxer shorts. With a quick pull he tore them in pieces and my own dick came in full view. To my (and obviously his) surprise it was hard. The physical contact with his chest against mine and his balls in my face had strangely enough made me horny like hell. It didn’t stop him though.

He smirked and said, “Faggot boy gets horny.” Before I could avoid it he went down on his knees, straddling my chest and started to beat my face with his flaccid thick penis. Maybe you should just suck my dick, he said as I tried to get free. It was humiliating but strangely erotic. It was clear he thought so too, because the large cock quickly got even larger as the thick veins filled with blood. I’ll plug your big mouth once and for all he said trying to force his giant uncut dickhead between my lips. The inner sides of his hairy thighs rubbed my nipples and I now was hornier than ever. I’d sometimes thought about trying male sex just for fun, but he didn’t need to know that. After he’d slapped me once more in the face with his now fully erect and rock hard dick, I forced him off me and pinned him down on the carpet, face first. My erection landed between his muscular ass cheeks.

“My cock is the only part of me that likes ass holes”, I groaned into his ear while making rough fuck-motions on him. “That’s why it wants to fuck you,” I said and, more or less by accident the tip of my cock hit a bulls eye on his hole. Before his reflexes shut the sphincter muscles and forced my cock out again, I was at least an inch up his ass. He got free and we continued to fight, with our hard cocks swaying over our heavy balls.

“Right,” he said, “ the looser gets fucked.” We got into a standing clinch and our cocks pressed against each others abs. “You’re the only looser here” I said just half an inch from his handsome face. He made me loose my balance and I fell to my knees. He pressed my face to his crotch, rubbing his fat dick against my lips. I started to realise he was stronger than me. Then by surprise he made a quick move and lifted me up and got me down with my back on the stack of towels. He managed to lock my legs and before I could do anything he started to press his cock up my ass. The pain was incredible but he was the winner and entitled to the prize.

He had his mind set on revenge and he didn’t wait for me to get used to him. He began to fuck me like mad with a face that started off with anger and slowly turned into excitement. My cock went soft and I can’t say I enjoyed losing my ass-virginity. Bur it didn’t take long for him to start breathing heavier. And with a scream he started to empty his large balls up my ass pressing his cock all the way in. After squirting cum up me for a very long time he relaxed over me. Slowly he slid his softening cock out of my ass. All the anger was gone.

To my surprise he grabbed my dick and started to massage it. I hardened quickly and then to my amazement he went down on me and gave me the best blow job of my life. Massaging my nipples as he deep throated me like an expert. Very soon I came in his mouth. Shortly after that we went back into the Jacuzzi. We sat in silence. Nowadays we live together. I got promoted and he got a partnership with another firm. The sex is still great.