Something special

Submitted by Graboid7

I sent in my tale about the train guard not so long ago, this is the story about my next experience.

I started wondering if I knew anyone that might be into it. Most of my mates were married so I didn’t even think about them. Which is funny when I think about some of the other stories I have since read on this site. I didn’t have to wait too long. About a month later I was staying late at work doing some overtime.

Everyone else had left but I stayed on because I had to wait for my next train anyway. I heard footsteps coming along the corridor and spotted Martin one of the security guards. I’d never really taken him too seriously. He was a typical lad to me. He obviously worked out, but he had a fake tan, spiky gelled hair, and a blonde girlfriend that matched him.

I watched as he walked into the gents. I must admit I found myself appreciating his build. He had broad shoulders, a slim waist, and his arse looked muscular too.

He came back out and waved as he saw me look up. He then walked into the office just to say hello. I asked how he was and how his missus was. “Aw, mate”, he sighed and took a seat on the edge of the table opposite, shaking his head.

“I had to bin her. She was hot but she liked spending all my money. I couldn’t afford her.” I said I was sorry to hear that but my attention was elsewhere. I don’t know if he was going commando but with his legs splayed I could see the outline of his cock pointing down the inside of his left trouser leg. It looked very impressive.

He stood up almost as soon as he had sat down, said, “Anyway, plenty more fish left in the sea.” Then he left. I saw him behind the front desk as I left the building and said “catch you tomorrow.”

The next night, the same thing. He went to the toilet then popped in to see me. “You busy?”, he asked. I said I was just finishing up. “I wanted to say thank you for asking me about my missus.” I didn’t reply. I’d barely mentioned her. “Do you mind if I take a seat?, he asked. I gestured with my hand and he sat down. He leaned forward and I could tell he was serious.

He surprised me by telling me that he was lonely. His missus had been jealous of everyone including his mates so he stopped going out to keep her quiet. Now he was on his own without any mates. I said I knew what he meant. He was 28 and I was 32 and a lot of single guys our age got left out when other mates settled down. He was also living in a bedsit with no communal living room. I found myself feeling really sorry for him and ended up offering to go for a beer with him sometime and he said that would be nice.

He wasn’t in the next day and I was told he was off sick. He was back the day after looking a bit off colour but he smiled and waved and asked if I was staying late again. I said I was, and somehow knew that meant he would come and see me. This time he came straight the the office and practically bounded into the room, taking a seat without asking. He asked about us going for a beer and said he had the weekend off. We ended up arranging for him to come round mine on the Friday to have a few beers and head off into town after. I noticed that he looked less tanned and his hair less fussed about with. He later told me his missus pretty much designed how he looked when they were together.

Friday night came and I was quite nervous. There was nothing to suggest anything was likely, and I hadn’t really been thinking about that with him, but I still found myself thinking about his cock in his work trousers and imaging what it would look like. I thought I might get to see him naked after a shower and that would be a good memory for a wank. He came round on the dot with an overnight bag. I’d told him I had a spare room and he could stay over. He was also wearing joggers that fitted nicely over his bulge giving just a hint of what was hiding within them.

We shared a pizza and had a few beers. He made some noise about carbs and we discussed where we might go later. He was good company and definitely not the meat head I had mistaken him for. We talked about everything, including our exes, although I kept quiet about the guys I’d played with. He went for a slash and I went into the kitchen to get us some fresh beers. That’s when things went from 0 to 60.

When he came into the kitchen I held out his beer and he took it and placed it down on the counter. “Mate come here”, he said and drew me into a big bear hug. “Thank you. Thank you for having me round.” I figured he was a bit pissed and sentimental so I hugged him back. He gripped me tighter and I could feel his flaccid cock pressing heavily against my leg. I immediately began to get a stiffy which I knew would press against him if I didn’t move, but he was hugging me too tight. I slapped my hands on his back and said “fucking hell you’re a big boy”, meaning his body. He laughed and pulled out of the hug. He swung his hips back and forth waggling his cock against my crotch and said “hey mate you shouldn’t be looking.”

Then he said, “I have had a few compliments.” I said something like if it’s as big as the rest of you. He smiled shyly, then put his hand down the front of his joggers and pulled it out. “What do you think?” I thought it was amazing. He was completely shaved and had at least six inches of meaty cock filling his hand. It looked like there was a bit of blood flowing into it too. “I think you’ve got me beat I said.”

“Go on then,” he said. I knew I was fully erect at this point but I didn’t care. I don’t have a bad cock. It’s just under seven inches and gets really solid. I undid my jeans and pulled my hard on out. “Fucking hell, that’s nice”, he said, and when I glanced down I could see his cock was almost at full size too. He had about eight and a half inches and a pair of bollocks to match. I froze. I didn’t know what to do. Luckily he spoke.

“I’ve never done anything with another bloke. Thought about it.” He smiled, and my hand just found its way forward until his cock was in my hand and I was stroking it gently. He let out a sigh, like he was relieved that it felt good. I carried on, and very slowly his hand reached out until it was feeling mine too. I suggested we go back into the living room. As soon as we did we both stripped naked and grabbed each others cocks again. We found ourselves in another hug and let our hands wander over each other. I couldn’t believe how muscly he was and how good it felt to be rubbing my entire body up against another guy. I was leaking a lot of precum and he commented on it.

Somehow, we’d found our way to the floor as we had been semi wrestling each other. I leaned back and wiped my helmet clean. The way he looked at me I knew what was coming next. Without a pause he leaned forward and and took my cock in his mouth. I groaned out loud. The unexpectedness and the sensations were wonderful as he let his tongue roam around my helmet. I was close to cumming so had to ask him to stop. He licked my bell end one more time then sat up with a massive grin on his face. “Always wanted to try that.” I said I never had and he waggled his dick at me in reply. I wasn’t sure, but I thought it was only fair to give it a go. It was massive. I started tentatively licking in, but once I realised it wasn’t as bad as I thought gave into giving him some proper sucks. He let out some appreciative moans so I reckon I must have been doing okay.

That’s how it went for the rest of the evening, taking turns feeling each others bodies, stroking each other, and tasting each others knobs, with one additional kink.

As I was feeling his muscular bum my finger brushed against his ring and he jolted like he’d been electrocuted. Turned out a previous missus had used a vibrator on him once before, and that even though he’d told her he hadn’t liked it much, said that he’d thought about getting himself one. I smiled. It was mad, I’d never been this far with a bloke before, but something had removed all my inhibitions and I knew instinctively what to do. I licked my hand and ran it over his hole. He shivered and a small drop of cum appeared out of his slit. I started to gently tease his hole with my finger and he began to thrust back. I wet his hole some more and began to slowly insert my finger all the way. He looked me straight in the eyes and began to ride my finger. I couldn’t believe what I was doing or how good it felt to feel him clenching as I picked up speed.

I could see he was getting more and more turned on so I leant forward to suck his dick again. Suddenly, I felt his dick throb in my mouth, he cried out loudly and shot a massive load that went straight down the back of my throat. I wasn’t sure I could handle any more so quickly stopped and watched as he fired heavy load upon heavy load all over me, coating my hand and my arm. I kept on fingering him until he finally stopped and relaxed his body. He pulled away from me, exclaimed “fucking hell”, then, looking down at my unspent cock, said, “you next.” He pushed me back and started sucking me off like a man on a mission. I couldn’t hold on any longer, and told him I was cumming. He took his mouth off me and I erupted in one long spurt that traveled all the way up to my chin. He watched the next couple of shots fire off as I panted in ecstasy then finished me off by taking me in his mouth and swallowing everything that was left. I was shattered. As I lay there getting my breath back he shuffled his body on top of mine. He gave me a quick peck on the mouth and I kissed him back in the same way. We lay like that for a while gently rubbing our bodies together and smearing our juices into each other’s bodies.

Afterwards we stayed naked but had another beer. I told him about my early mate, and the train guard, and that I had never gone that far with any bloke. He told me that he was used to guys checking him out in the showers, that once he had watched a guy wank himself off in the shower, and that he had got turned on but was too scared to do anything about it. I said he was making up for lost time. He said he couldn’t help himself once we’d started. We showered, but didn’t go out, instead we ended up going to bed together and doing it all over again. In fact that weekend we must have made each other cum at least a dozen times.

Martin and I ended up becoming good mates, we both got better at pleasuring each other, and I even ended up fucking him, which was mind blowing for both of us. I used to come so hard, it was like I was drilling into him, and he used to moan so loudly getting off that way.

Eventually, after a couple of months, the lure of pussy led him to getting another girlfriend and I barely saw him for a long while, but we do still meet up for a few beers now and again. I’m not sure that I could go that far again with another guy but I’m glad it happened with him. In fact, once when they were on a break, we even carried on where we had left off, and I know I would again with him too.

I know what happened is probably way too much for most users of this site, and if you’d asked me before, then I would have said the same. In fact my next encounter was with a builder that came round to give me a quote for some work, and spotted a porn mag in my bedroom. We ended up having a wank together lying on my bed. He still pops round now and again, but we’ve never even had a mutual wank, and I enjoy that without wanting more.

I guess there was just something between Martin and I, and I’m okay with that. More than okay if I’m honest. The last time I saw him, about a month ago, he was leaning back in his seat opposite me and I was drinking in the view. I shivered a little as I imagined what we had done together. He caught my eye, and winked, “I know mate. Me too.” It wasn’t a promise of more to come but an agreement that we had shared something special.

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