My Straight Crush

My job sucks. The only thing I look forward to every day is seeing my sexy light skinned coworker...we are going to call him CALVIN. He's about 5'7 (short, but sexy), muscular as hell, has ass for days, and a smile that spells trouble. He is the perfect picture of masculinity. The type of guy that watches football every Sunday with a beer in each hand. The man that spends hours in the gym. The guy that cuts his own grass, washes his own car, and knows how to change a tire (literally and figuratively). A true MANS man. At first I wasn't attracted to him, because light skinned pretty boys are a dime a dozen. But something changed, although I couldn't quite put my finger on it...

I always found myself sneaking glances at his plump, round cakes. I didn't want to appear obvious, but I know my looks didn't go unnoticed by him. Occasionally I would catch him looking at me, but he would always look away when I tried to make eye contact. Typical 'DL I like you but Im not sure' type shit, right? Wrong. This man is straight. I think...

I was invited to a gathering with him an another coworker, a female. He showed up wearing a fitted black v-neck that exposed ALL of his muscles. His chest stood out proudly, like two warriors ready for battle, and his ass fit quite nicely in a pair of gray cargo shorts. To top it off, he wore a pair of black flip flops, showing off his pretty feet.

My heart raced as he bypassed the open seat next to our female coworker and sat next to me and ordered a drink. For the next few hours we all sat there laughing and joking about everything from work to our personal lives. When it started to get late, we decided to end the evening. We talked outside in the parking lot for awhile before heading our separate ways. I got a funny feeling as I started my car. The feeling got stronger as I left the parking lot and prepared to enter the freeway. I heard my phone BEEP. It was a text from my coworker WHAT ARE YOU DOING TONIGHT.

As I sat at the red light I replied NOTHING.

The light turned green and I entered the freeway. Five minutes late I received another text inviting me out for drinks...just me and him. Guys night out...he told me to meet him at a bar in Midtown, so I went home, changed, and met him there an hour later. He smiled as I walked through the door and ordered the first round of drinks. We got a few more rounds and started loosening up. I tried to maintain my composure, and he was trying not to stare at me. We talked about sports, work, girls, music, and school. He was VERY easy to talk to and we had a lot of things in common. We are both recent college grads, our degree is in the same field, we like the same teams, and we are thinking of getting our Masters.

As the liquor began to take its effect on me, I excused myself to go to the restroom. I walked through the crowded bar to the and found the tiny restroom in the back. There was one stall and one sink. The room was illuminated with a single lightbulb suspended from the ceiling. I pulled the door closed behind me, but neglected to lock it. I jumped when I felt someone grab me from behind as I was relieving myself. What you jumpin for?

I wasn't expecting Calvin to follow me into the restroom, because straight boys don't do that. Straight boys don't grab other boys from behind either. And straight boys DEFINITELY don't kiss other boys, under ANY circumstances, right? None of these thoughts mattered when he grabbed my waist, pulled me close, and started kissing me with a level of passion and fire that I had never felt before. His hard body against mine was pleasure, and we both fought for dominance in the situation. I lifted his shirt over his head and started sucking on his nipples. He moaned in pleasure as my tongue danced around his navel. I stood up and as I stared into his green eyes I felt like I was looking into his soul. I could see his optimistic spirit tangled with his painful past. I wanted to know more about him.

He kissed me again and started stroking his manhood. I looked down at his nine inch python and my own soldier started standing at attention. Suddenly he knelt down and started teasing it with his tongue. I nearly fell backwards, I wasn’t ready for the sensation. Calvin knew what he was doing, and jerked and twisted his head in a slow, steady motion. His rhythm was steady and sensual as he swallowed my entire manhood. I closed my eyes and allowed him to take control. My body became tense and  my legs tightened up. We both knew that I was close to climaxing and he started moving his head faster and faster until I pulled out of his mouth and exploded on his lips. We stared at each other as we cleaned up. I would never be able to look at him in the same way, but there’s still something intriguing about him. He left the restroom and I took a long look at myself in the mirror. What had just happened? 

I exited the restroom, walked across the dance floor, and took my seat at the bar next to Calvin. He was already drinking, and the bartender placed another Corona in front of me. We kept glancing at each other between sips. I paid for the drinks and we decided to step outside. It was a warm June evening. The air was thick, but not suffocating. The moon was full and the sky was illuminated by the bright city lights. I wanted more, but Calvin and I decided to go our separate ways for the evening. And that was just the beginning...