Chapter 1: You Want To?

"Ok, when we get those boxes moved onto the truck, then we can move those pallets into that spot. The store still owes us for the holding fee on their stuff." said John to his younger coworker Dean.

It's a cloudy Sunday with rain in the forecast. John and Dean are the only ones working at the warehouse that John's father owns. Actually, he owns several warehouses throughout the city and makes a nice living at it.

John is his only son, and at the age of 32, will be running the business when his dad retires.

The younger man, Dean is 20 and is going to college. He works about 30 hours a week, but on Friday, John asked if he could come in for a couple of hours to make some extra money.

Plus, John had another idea in mind.

John is married and has a wife and a child. They are hoping to have another child soon. But, sometimes, John needs to have the company of a man that can give him what a man needs and a woman wouldn't understand.

This goes back to his high school days when he was on the football team, and some of the guys, even though they were fucking the cheerleaders, and John was one who had his share of cheerleaders, well, big husky young men, tackling each other on the field, then taking showers together...well...things just happen.

Same in college. John banged a lot of women, but, the urge to be with a guy made him look for some man on man action.

Yeah, he knows he is bi, but his wife doesn't know. It's just his dirty little secret.

When Dean joined the warehouse three months ago, John saw a 20 year old with blonde hair and firm muscles, wearing tight jeans that would show some bulge from between his legs.

John would picture what that dick must look like, and how it would be in his mouth. This would make John stroke his dick in the bathroom, or in his car.

It's now 2pm, and it is time to quit for the day.

John invites Dean into the small cramped dirty office, with a small desk, a waste basket filled with papers, soda cans, candy wrappers. Papers on the floor.  A black couch with several rips in it, that the yellow stuffing is coming out.

Dean sits on the couch as John is standing in front of him. 

John has a bulge in his work jeans that Dean has to notice, but he doesn't flinch.

They talk about college, how it was when John went, and probably not much has changed in the ten years.

Then it got personal.

"You fuck a lot of girls at your school?" John asked.

"Wow...yeah...well,, not really. I just got out of a relationship, so at the moment, I'm not with anyone."

"Your on the football...I mean lacrosse team, aren't you?"

"Yeah, the season is over. We weren't very good. Only won three matches."

"Um...did or do you fool around with guys?"'

Dean moved back on the couch, taken a back by that question.

"I didn't mean to upset you, but you know, in college, you experiment, try new things. It's no big deal." John said.

Dean hesitated with an answer.

"I've seen some teammates mess around with each other, sucking cock, kissing in the shower. Shit like that."

"But, were you turned on by it, maybe wanted to get involved?"

Dean hesitated again with an answer.

"I will admit, I watched longer than I should have, and I was stroking my cock. But, I had just broken up with my girlfriend, and I wanted, well you know..."

"Yeah... I know... I was in that same situtation that you were in. Break up with a girl, but then, go to a frat party, or talk to your dorm mate or frat brother about it, then sometimes, things happen, and you sucking dick."

Dean moved up on the sofa.

"Well... a couple of times, me and my dorm mate, we would frot, you know, rub our dicks together til we cum."

"Yeah, I've done that back in college as well as high school. You got to admit, seeing two cocks rubbing up against each other til they shoot their cum is kinda of hot, don't matter what your thing is."

"And a few times, he and I...well...would suck on each others dicks. Only a couple of times we did this. I love pussy!" Dean testified.

"Hey, I love pussy to. I've been married for four years. My wife has a hot bod and we fuck like rabbits. But, sometimes, I feel I'm missing something. What about you? You think your missing out on something?" 

With that, John began to rub his hard dick that was aching to spring from his work jeans.

Before Dean could answer, rain began to hit the windows of the office. John moved away from Dean to look out.

"The news this morning had us getting a good soaking this afternoon. Be shitty weather to dive home in."

John walks back over to Dean and sits on the ratty couch next to him. He see that Dean's cock is bulging up against his work jeans.

Looking Dean in the eye, John says, "It looks like it's going to rain for sometime."

"Yeah, hearing the rain hit the window, we might be here for awhile." Dean responds.

John puts his hand on Dean's right knee and says, "So, you want to?"