I worked for an assurance/insurance broker. I cannot say that it was the job of my dreams, but it paid the rent and etcetera. I was fortunate to get on rather well with my boss, who took a liking to me very early on. I was hardworking and diligent, a trait my boss liked. In comparison to many other of the lazy members of staff, I supposed that I was a breath of fresh air to Mr. Allen, my boss.
One Friday afternoon, at three-thirty p.m., Mr. Allen approached me and asked to deliver documents to a difficult customer who lived twenty miles out of town.
“Once you have done so, Louis, you’re welcome to go home and start an early weekend,” Mr. Allen announced with a smile.
“Cool… Thank you, sir," I enthusiastically replied.
The week before, I had bought a second-hand vehicle from a friend of Mr. Allen, and I was still in the infancy of my enjoyment of my purchase. Thus far, I had only driven to work and back and the thrill of a slightly longer drive in my new treasure excited me.
After delivering the documents, I was on my way home, when my vehicle cut out at a four-way intersection five miles out of town. For love or money, the car would not start, and I manage to pull off the road onto the gravel section, before weighing up my options. Looking under the hood was a waste of time for me because I knew nothing about engines.
Fortunately, I had kept Joe, the man who had sold me the vehicle’s number, and phoned him instantly. Pissed off as I was, Joe calmly appeased me with the assurance that the fault was probably minor. He reminded me that the vehicle was in excellent condition and that I had nothing to worry over at all. Furthermore, he promised to phone me back swiftly to sort out the matter.
Minutes later, Joe informed me that a man named Hughie would be by to collect my vehicle with a tow truck.
Joe then asked, “Will you need a vehicle tonight?”
“No,” I honestly replied.
Joe then went on to explain that his mechanics left early on Fridays, but that after Hughie and I delivered my vehicle to his premises, he would ask Hughie to drop me off at my home.
“One of my guys will come in tomorrow to sort out the problem with your car, and I assure you by ten it will be taken care of,” Joe confidently informed me. With a chuckle, he added, “So you can have a good lie-in tomorrow morning.”
Feeling a lot better, I awaited the arrival of Hughie.
When Hughie’s tow truck arrived and pulled up in front of my vehicle, my jaw almost hit the floor as Hughie alighted from his truck. In short, he was the most beautiful specimen of manliness I had ever seen. His presence alone had made my ordeal worthwhile.
As the hunky stud walked toward me, I was afraid that my knees were about to give way under me. Hughie’s chestnut, shoulder-length curly hair was incredible, and his piercing green eyes almost had me pissing myself. As he extended his broad masculine hand, I practically went into cardiac arrest.
“Hi, I’m Hughie,” he announced as his sexy mouth smiled, surrounded by three-day-old stubble.
“Hello, I am Louis,” I replied
“Fuck, buddy, we almost sound like a Disney duo,” he said with a chuckle, before adding. “All we need is to find a Dewie to complete the trio.”
Despite my palpitations, I did manage a humorous reply, as I quipped “Quack, quack.”
As Hughie went about his work, my mouth was watering as my lustful eyes spun in my head.
After an effortless display of machismo, Hughie and I was shortly heading to town. I had to restrain myself from blatantly staring at his thick, tattooed covered forearms. I was surprised not to see a wedding ring on his finger. I did not wish to pry and kept my comments superficial and light-hearted.
Hughie drove me home after my vehicle was unloaded at Joe’s business.
As we arrived at my place, I did my thank you speech, before offering Hughie a drink. To my astonishment, he accepted. Thus far, Hughie had not been very chatty, and I wondered if my drama had possibly been an irritation to him.
Once seated in my lounge, I realized that I had a gay magazine on the coffee table. Although I saw Hughie, glance at it, there was no discernible reaction on his face.
A short while later, he nonchalantly asked, “So… Aren’t you involved?”
“No, not yet,” I quietly replied.
“So… You married?” I rhetorically countered.
“Nah. I nearly did a few years ago, but then an old itch again overtook me. I have always been bisexual but believed that the straight thing might just be less complicated in the end. Problem was that the man itch kept resurfacing. For a time I thought my girlfriend and I may have found a solution when she agreed to MMF action. Sadly, however, she didn’t see a long-term future in it,” he said with a chuckle, before ruefully adding, “Religious crap can fuck with one’s mind.”
“Oh,” was all I could manage, stunned out of my mind.
Just as my hopes soared, however, Hughie then told me, “I recently did the guy relationship thing, but that didn’t work out too well… My lover was a drama queen. One night he started throwing things around, and when he broke an heirloom my mother had given me, I regrettably broke his nose.”
‘Oh, shit,’ I thought, as he took another sip of his beer.
“Fortunately, he didn’t press charges, but he did move out. Maybe, I am just not a relationship kind of guy,” Hughie explained, before adding, “Louis, I am not a violent person. I just hate wanton destructiveness.”
I was in such a quandary, that all I could think of asking, was, “Do you like pizza?”
“Huh?” Hughie asked with a stunned look on his face.
“Well, given the time you picked me up, I presume you haven’t eaten. Frankly, I am starving. I always keep frozen pizzas, and if you have no supper plans, I would like to pop two pizzas in the oven right now,” I proffered.
“You don’t have to go to any trouble for me,” Hughie mumbled.
“No trouble at all, as long as you don’t break my nose if I don’t have a combination you like,” I giggled, trying to lighten the situation.
Hughie now got up and moved toward me. I did not feel threatened but intrigued as he stood before me. As he pushed his hands into my armpits and goaded me onto my feet, I look up into his handsome face.
“I am not violent and I am very sorry I broke his nose. I was severely provoked but I do regret my actions.”
After lightly brushing his mouth against my lips, Hughie moved his mouth to my ear.
“Anything with cheese, tomato, and ham would be great,” he whispered.
“Do you like olives?” I asked.
“Yeah, whatever you want to add is fine with me,” he answered before I got a proper kiss.
The thrill of excitement that pulsed through me was incredible as I wondered where the night would end.
As I got on with my job, Hughie returned to the lounge.
“I hope you aren’t worried about your car. Joe is a good guy, and I know he will sort it out,” Hughie assuredly informed me, as he relaxed on the sofa.
“So, without any gay clubs or bars in the town, where does the action happen?” I cheekily asked.
“I have heard that there are a few camping sites, but the police are very active here, so I would not advise any of them,” Hughie countered, before adding, “But now that we have met, I am not going to tell you where they are.”
“Why not?” I playfully asked.
“Because I don’t like sharing,” Hughie chuckled. “Hopefully, I can interest you in a hick like me?” he countered.
“Well, I’ll give it some thought, but I’m rather fussy,” I teased.
“Yeah… Right… I believe you. Thing is, I am not blind. Your eyes and body language have been telling me otherwise. You’re as hot for me as I am for you, Louis, so let’s not bullshit one another,” Hughie chuckled.
I simply blushed in response.
Once we were eating our pizzas, I decided to set some parameters. “I am not bisexual. I only do the gay thing,” I stated.
“Mmm, you need to broaden your horizons. You’ll be amazed how a little pussy spice can ignite the lust between two guys,” Hughie concluded.
Before I could answer he added, “With your looks, we could pull the chicks like salmon in grizzly hunting season. Nice-looking girls are turned on by sophisticated men like you, whereas mutts like me only get the slags who prefer rougher guys.”
‘Oh, fuck, I thought this was too good to be true,’ I ruminated, analyzing that his ploy was to use me as bait in the future.
I could sense that Hughie was reading my mind. Shortly, he added, “But tonight, I think we should first make sure that we are compatible.”
“What was the fight about?” I inquisitively asked him, somewhat perplexed by his confessions thus far.
“Well, I kept pestering Pete, the drama queen, to give the bisexual thing a try. The night it was about to happen, he bailed. Naturally, I then fucked the female in front of him. Once she left a while later, all hell broke loose,” Hughie related to me.
After a pause, Hughie continued, “Pete wouldn’t understand that the bisexual thing wasn’t going to be a daily or weekly occurrence. It was just going to be a bit of fun once or twice a month. Pete was too narrow-minded to explore the pleasure it can be. Once one gets into it, you won’t believe how stimulating it can be,” Hughie concluded.
I was doubtless that the last part of his missive was for my benefit.
My mind was spinning when we finally moved through to my bedroom.
Once there, all my doubts melted away when I saw Hughie naked. He was even more stunning than I had realized. His thickset body was magnificent. To my delight, Hughie’s cock also did not disappoint. His dick’s shaft was chunky and tapered down to a smaller, well-covered uncut head. I had always preferred cone-shaped cocks like this, because both orally and anally, they were more comfortable.
As Hughie embraced me, a passionate smooching session got underway. After our bodies slowly moved onto the bed, Hughie kept amazing me as an ardent sixty-nine sequence followed. As I had suspected, his knob filled my mouth perfectly and the feeling of his dick-head massaging my throat was heavenly as his hips dance above my head. Added to this bliss, Hughie was a cocksucker of note, and his bobbing head soon had me frantically mumbling gasps of ecstasy.