1. His Boy


    Date: 9/26/2015, Categories: Gay Male, Author: Dahlia, Rating: 4, Source: LushStories

    Three weeks had gone by since my neighbour, Mr. Harris, dry humped me on his sofa. The memory fuelled my steamy dreams in which my fantasies went far beyond him just rubbing himself against me. And he was all I thought about when I jerked off in the shower. “Mr. Harris,” I’d whisper as I furiously stroked my cock while colder sprinkled over me. Goddamn, he made me hot. Despite my scorching desire, there was still a whole lot of shame I was feeling. I mean, why had I let him do that? I wasn’t gay. I’d never even thought about other guys like that until he put his hands on me. And the fact that he acted like nothing happened only compounded my anxieties. There were moments where I questioned my sanity. Did I make that whole night up? I’d think. The whole thing was so weird. So I tried my hardest to avoid him but it was damn near impossible. I’d bump into him during his morning runs just as I was getting ready to bike to work. Or I’d bump into him at the supermarket while shopping with my mom. He even came over to my house to fix a broken faucet (because as my mom says, I’m no handy man). And every time, I looked straight into his moody brown eyes and was utterly stunned at how calm and even oblivious he was around me. Meanwhile, my mind was spinning out of control with lust and shame. You’d never guess he was the same guy who called me “boy” and said he wanted to fuck me with his huge daddy cock. It kind of hurt my feelings but maybe navigating awkwardness was easier than ...
    having to face my sexuality or what happened between us. — I was having a stressful day at my internship. It was getting close to christmastime which is when the party planning company got the most work. Everyone was in a bad mood and they were all letting off steam by making me run around after them. It was all: “Get me coffee!” or “Copy these files!” or “Break up with my boyfriend for me!” And I wasn’t even getting paid. “Jared!” my mom yelled. “What now?” I whined when I walked into her office. “Hey now,” she smiled. “You should consider yourself lucky I’m so fond of nepotism.” “Another coffee run?” I asked. “Uh, no. I need you to go wait by the elevator for Stephen so you can take him to the Power room.” The “power room” was where they had meeting with clients. My mom thought calling it the power room was some kind of good energy thing. I swear she was this close to wearing crystals! “Sure,” I said. Then I stopped. Stephen. “Wait, do you mean Mr. Harris?” “Yeah! He liked the last party so much he recommended us to his company for their holiday party.” Oh dear god! I waited by the elevator as instructed. The doors opened and to my dismay, he looked sexy as hell. I breathed as he walked out in a perfectly fitted navy suit. He was with a woman; a tall brunette in her late twenties. She introduced her as his assistant and I found myself feeling jealous that she got to spend so much time near him. I walked them to power room and made a beeline for the bathroom afterward. Just the ...
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