Had To Have Him

I'd seen photos of him before I met him. He went back to university, and I got his job at a magazine. I saw pictures of him all dressed up in a tux at our last awards dinner, the severe black lines of the suit only emphasising his sweet, young face and body.

So he went off to study again and I worked solidly at the magazine. Then, a couple of days ago, he had to come up to London on business, so he came into his old work to say hello to everybody. As soon as I caught sight of him, I knew the photos I'd seen did him a disservice. He was quite simply the cutest boy I had ever seen, and I knew I'd have to move fast if I was to have any chance of seducing him.

So I made sure we got talking. Over lunch I discovered that, at 25, he was actually two years older than I was. Now, in the same conversation in which everyone at work got me to admit that I was bisexual, I had learned that Ben, the object of my desire, was as straight as they come, but there was something in the way he was with me that led me to think otherwise.

That night, I had to attend a launch at a nearby hotel, so I made sure Ben would gatecrash with me. I did my fair share of talking to industry people, but after a few flutes of champagne, I managed to get him alone in a corner. I wanted to find out if there was any chance this gorgeous boy would let me get my lips round his cock.

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Sure enough, when I steered the conversation round to sex (a ridiculously easy thing to do when you're both drunk) I found out that he had fooled around with guys at school, but had tried to put all that behind him when he got his first steady girlfriend. Straight boys are so sweet. But all the while he was telling me that he only got hard for girls, there was a hunger in his dilated eyes that was nothing to do with the champagne. He started punctuating sentences by touching my arm, and it wasn't long before I realised he would be only too glad to feed me his cock. The only question now was where. My flat was far too far away to be practical; I wanted him now.

I knew the rest rooms in this hotel were little short of palatial, so I figured this was my best bet. Ben was kvetching about not knowing whether or not he was bisexual. "Let's take this up a notch," I thought.

"Ben, there's one easy way to figure out whether or not you're bi," I said.

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"Yes?"

"When was the last time a guy gave you a blowjob?"

His eyes grew wide. "Never. My girlfriend doesn't like going down on me either, so I..."

"Would you like it if I gave you one right here, right now?"

The lust in his eyes was unmistakable as he parted his lips slightly to lick them nervously, and I could already see the start of a bulge at the crotch of his suit trousers. I could see he was trying to decide whether to admit his feelings even to himself, but even I knew the battle was over before it had really begun.

"Yes," was all he said. I beckoned him to follow, and he set down his glass and obediently walked behind me out of the crowded room.

I led the way to the toilets, and selected one of the roomy, marble-clad cubicles.

"Come in here," I said, my own desire showing between my legs.

I motioned Ben to sit down as I locked the door behind us. I desperately wanted to taste his cock, but I also love to feel a boy's soft lips on mine, so I couldn't resist planting a kiss on his beautiful mouth. He pushed towards me and moaned very, very quietly. I was just enjoying exploring his mouth when I felt one hand sneak around the back of my head and pull me closer, while the other began to grope my hard-on.

I broke the kiss, and looked down at him fondly. I could stand it no longer; I unbuckled his belt and undid the button and zip. Easing his trousers down round his perfect little ass, I snuck a quick squeeze. Once his trousers were round his ankles, Ben parted his legs at the knees with a soft sigh, and a glance at his packet told me that the booze had had an effect on him. His cock, though sitting thick and fat cooped up in his John Rochas, was not yet fully erect, which suited me perfectly, as I love the feel of an engorged cock in my mouth, getting hard as I suck it.

I reached up and hooked my fingers into the waistband of his briefs, tugging them down. I got my first sight of his cock - blood-thick and uncut, resting on his balls. Slipping his briefs off, he shuddered as his bare ass touched the cold porcelain of the seat.

Leaning forward, I kissed his cock. I moved my head lower and snaked out my tongue to lick its very tip, and I was rewarded with a drop of pre-cum. The smell of his crotch was filling my nostrils as I moved down just enough greedily to take his entire engorged prick in my mouth.

"Jesus fuck," Ben gasped, thrusting his whole pelvis into my face. I only moaned softly as I worked this boy's cock with my tongue and lips. I could feel it swell and grow with my attention, and I could feel his balls begin to tighten up with his erection.

I reluctantly took my mouth off his cock, and I reached up and wrapped my right hand around his now rock-hard prick. As I began slowly to wank him, he threw his head back and let out a soft sigh. I started to work his balls with my left hand as I knelt in front of this beautiful boy.

Ben's cock felt incredible under my fingers. Hard, he was a perfect seven inches, just the right size for sucking. The more I wanked him, the more pre-cum he leaked, and I gleefully lapped it up. I discovered that Ben loved it when I tongued his piss-slit and gently tugged his balls away from his body. The more lust-crazed he became, the more he slumped forward on the toilet, and the more he began to show me his hole. While continuing to lick and suck his cock, and jack him off with my right hand, I began to rub between his balls and his ass with the thumb of my left hand.

"Oh-ohhh, fuck me, it feels so good when you suck me," moaned Ben, "and your hand feels fucking incredible on my cock."

I could feel his heavy balls surging in my hand as I gratefully licked up every little spurt of pre-cum from the tip of his cock, and I knew it wouldn't be long till he shot his load in my mouth.

I never wanted it to stop, but I was desperate to taste his cum. I started to wank him faster and harder.

"Shit, I think you're gonna make me cum soon", Ben gasped.

This was just what I wanted to hear. I could feel his hard cock twitch and buck in my mouth and under my fingers. I pressed his perineum harder, and just before he came, I pushed my thumb against his tight asshole.

"Oh, oh, fuck, fuck, shit, oh Jesus Christ you're gonna make me cu-uuuum... Nurgh, nurgh, nurgh..." Ben moaned as his cock spewed cum. I missed the first spurt - it landed on his thigh - but I quickly clamped my lips over his dick to taste his cum. I kept wanking him to milk all his sweet spunk from his bucking cock. Spurt after spurt filled my mouth, and some of it leaked out the corner and dribbled onto his balls.

His hands, which he had early on slipped gently round my head, pressed me to his now slowly jerking pelvis as he shoved his cock as far into my mouth as possible.

With a final, guttural "uuurgh", Ben slumped back, spent. I held his still-hard cock in my mouth, and there was a moment of quiet as he caught his breath and I finished cleaning off all the cum from it.

I looked up at his beautiful face, flushed with lust, and caught his eye. One look was enough to tell me he had decided that yes, he was bisexual too.

Standing up, and keeping his softening cock in my hand, I lifted his chin, looked him straight in the eye, and gave him a full kiss. His eyes, closed in ecstasy as I bent to kiss him, flew open as he tasted his own cum on my lips. I just kissed him harder, and slipped my tongue into his mouth to let him taste it more. With a muffled "mhmmph", he reached round, grabbed the back of my head, and began really kissing me in earnest.

When we eventually broke the kiss, he looked up at me, and, with an endearing half-smile, said simply, "Thank you."

I smiled my acknowledgement, then said ruefully that we'd better get back.

I helped him clean the spunk off his leg, and we both checked each other to make sure we were presentable.

He started to say something, but seemed suddenly nervous again.

"Maybe, next time I'm down..."

I pressed a finger to his lips, and reached to my back pocket where I had stashed some business cards for that evening's shmoozing.

I slipped one into his shirt pocket. He had the taste for cum, and I wanted to be around when he felt like indulging again.

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