Jake and Charles

The world was still spinning on a hot Friday in Ash Borough, New Hampshire, and the way Jake was strutting through his apartment you’d think it was around him. He was a tall, muscular guy who liked to work out. He had dark features, except for his shocking hazel eyes, and an artistic side. He was an avid pot smoker; he was also gay and very intelligent, someone reminiscent of a living The David, as played by his creator. Currently, he was still dripping from the shower and wearing nothing but a green terrycloth towel and he wasn’t planning on getting dressed anytime soon. That was because he was waiting on his co-worker, Charles, who was half the reason for his high self-esteem, to show up.

Charles, who was only a little shorter and about half as built as Jake, didn’t work out as much as Jake and didn’t really get all that into art. You could almost say that work, women, and watching T.V. through the bottom of a shot-glass were pretty much the only things on his mind, other than the fact that he was heading over to his gay friend’s house for another ‘good time’, which usually meant sex. They both worked for the same company in building A, where Charles worked as a lawyer and Jake worked as a secretary. What was it about sex with another man that made Charles feel so masculine, he presently mused, and if he was ‘straight’, why did he always call Jake on his weekend off instead of heading out? It didn’t really matter as he was now in the parking garage of Jake’s complex.

Three or four minutes later, there was a knock on the door and Jake jogged sexily over to open it. Hair recently wet once more from the sink, he opens the door and says, “Oh, hi, Clutch”, and smiles to let Charles in. “I was just getting out of the shower, I haven’t had time to dress yet.”, he fibbed as he walked towards the bedroom, shaking his ass as much as possible without seeming too conspicuous.

“Don’t worry about it, man, you’d be naked again in no time anyway.”, Charles said and laughed. Jake threw the towel into the hamper, put on a pair of boxers and returned, grinning broadly.

“What is that supposed to mean?” He asked, sitting down, still smiling. “Do you want me on your dick now or should we smoke first? Let’s get high...”,

The irony was that the only time Charles smoked weed was with Jake, and Jake would freak a paranoid lid if anyone else from the office found out about his habit; they might as well discover that he’s an artist. Being the only homo on board at the firm was barely sustainable as it was without what he did with his little bit of spare time being called into question.
Jake stood up once more and retrieved his bong from the cabinet. He started loading up some weed into the bowl when Charles began to get undressed, figuring it would be more comfortable if they were both undressed, which it was. They passed the bong around until they had a decent buzz and Charles wanted to fuck too bad to keep smoking. So, he got up and took the bong from Jake and sat it on the end table next to him. He started to tease Jake’s lips and mouth with his hard cock. Jake began to lick on the tip and took it in his mouth. “You taste good today”, he said, and Charles obliged him roughly and immediately with more of his dick as if to say, “then suck it, bitch”.

Soon there after, however, ‘Clutch’ had one of his legs on Jake’s shoulder, and Jake was not only sucking off his co-worker’s ample dick, but he was also tonguing his balls and asshole. He slid a finger up his fuck-hole. “Damned that feels good, dude, suck that cock!”, Charles said, and Jake started using two fingers. “Harder. Do it harder.”, Charles said and started pushing back; “Fuck me, then. I don’t care, just fuck me.”

Jake licks on Charles’ clean and beautiful butt-hole a little more as if to get a final taste. Then he rises to his feet and positions Charles in his chair. Slowly he began to push the tip of his spit-lubed penis into him, but Charles pulled back and grimaced. “You better get ready to take this dick.”, Jake told him and went to push in again. This time his entire head goes inside and he began to work his salami meat in, but Charles, literally at the verge of tears pleads for him to take it out. “Okay, but then now you have to fuck me, because my juices are pumping and I want some anal action now. Right now”.

With that, he pulls out, smacks his lover on his ass slightly hard and then moves to bend over an ottoman spreading his legs. Still in the pain that he would hate to admit he had loved, Charles gets down to his knees and starts slobbering and sucking all over Jake’s asshole and his balls, reaching around his legs to tug at Jake’s now massive scepter. “Get it!”, Jake said, “I want you to fuck me until you get off, before I start to cum.”

With that, Charles stands up and puts a hand on Jake’s back, using the other hand to guide his heat-seeker to it’s target. Still soundless, Charles starts to push into Jake’s hole, which puckers. Charles asks Jake if it feels good, but Jake only nods “Yes”, so Charles pushes inside. He was always pleasantly surprised at the tightness of Jake's fuck-hole and the intense pleasure it provided his dick. He started pumping and Jake loosened up. “Oh, Charles, fuck me as hard as you can.”, he said, “I’m your bitch, so fuck me like a man, I can take it.”, Charles hit him harder and harder, making Jake moan until he ended up coming all over himself. Charles finally slowed down, but kept at it for another five minutes until he came… all inside of Jake, one of the best feeling loads he’d ever gotten out. Jake moaned with satisfied pleasure and Charles pulled his dick out of his cum-soaked asshole, slapping him on the butt cheek with his shaft and thanking Jake for the “great time” and starting to get dressed.

Jake said, “not at all, but next time we’ll see how you like being butt-fucked.”, By this time Charles was already dressed. “You could hang out if you wanted.” Jake said, still butt-naked.
“I seriously would, but I still have stuff, so I’m going home to grab a shower. See you tomorrow.”
“Alright, well, later, Clutch.” , Jake answered back, and with that they were separated by the shutting door. Jake took another hit from the bong and anticipated the shower he would soon have and savored the pleasure he had been given. It had been so good that he already knew he wanted more, and Charles couldn't wait to get his hole fucked for the first time.