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Paul and I first met starting a job together.
He came to live in London from Spain and I joined on a recommendation from my previous manager.
He was an internal transfer, so was quite knowledgable and he helped me to settle in. We bonded as the new guys, but didn’t share anything beyond work. He was 4 years younger than me. His physique was on top form - I managed to catch a glimpse when he was changing shirts once - ripped six pack, nicely developed arms and trimmed chest hair. He has a winning smile and was a nice guy to be around. Always friendly and quite touchy - he’s Spanish, I guess it’s cultural.
We worked together for just over a year and around pretty much the same time, I got promoted and he decided to move back to Spain.
Half a year later I was asked to go to Spain and visit the branch in Paul’s hometown. I was there for 3 nights, and had decided to reach out to him and see if he’s free for a drink/dinner one night!
He was happy to hear from me and we made plans to catch up over dinner the second night I was there. I was excited to see him, as I knew no one else in the city I was visiting, and he’s always been a great company.
I went back to the hotel and showered, changed into fresh clothes and got ready to meet him. He texted me he’s running a bit late but that he can pick me up with his car and drop me back after the dinner as well. I was happy about that, as I hadn’t found my way around the town, apart from the hotel to the office.
Anyway, 20 min late, he picked me up and we drove off to the restaurant.
When we got out of the car, he hugged me and said it was nice to see me, and that he’s happy I had reached out.
To be completely honest, I never thought of him in anything beyond colleague terms. Sure, I appreciated his good looks and attractive physique, but for all I knew he’s straight and I have a rule of not going for straight guys.
Anyway, we started eating - he had ordered some local delicacies and with them some wine! It was a hot evening, the cold wine felt good and I hadn’t noticed I was getting merry. Plate after plate, glasses of wine-one after another, it was time to go. It was getting late and it was a school night.
He decided he had one too many, so would walk me back to the hotel and then make his way back home by foot - enough to sober up for the day after.
We walked in the streets, it was still hot, even though it was late - hot summer nights are my favourite, there’s something different in the air. As we walked, we bumped into each other couple of times, and he reached out couple of times, making sure I don’t fall.
Soon enough we came to the hotel, and he invited himself up to use the bathroom before continuing his way home.
I didn’t think much of it, and I was bursting to go as well.
We come upstairs, I left him go first and I went after him.
While he was in the bathroom, I opened the balcony door to let some cool air in. The slight wind made the sheer curtains move, there was some traffic noise from the streets.
I wanted to peel my clothes off and jump into the shower to cool off, and that was exactly my plan as soon as Paul would leave.
Paul comes from the bathroom and I tell him I’ll be right with him, to have a seat and relax.
When I get back to the room, I can’t see him and call out his name.
He replies from the balcony: I had to get out to cool off in fresh air.
I made us some refreshing drinks, sparkling water with lots of ice.
He sat down in the lounge chair on the balcony and was enjoying the view.
The town was getting ready to go to sleep, there were a few cars on the road, light blinking in the distance and hot air in the dark of night.
Paul started telling me how much he enjoys living here and how much different it is compared to London. We were talking for a bit, cooled down and relaxed.
At one point he gets up and stands a the fence, calling me over to show me where he lives.
As he’s trying to show me something in the distance and I don’t really know where to look at, as I’m not familiar with the place and it’s dark, he pulls me close, out bodies touching and I feel electricity going between us.
I froze for a moment, but he’s oblivious to all that and keeps showing me where to look at, standing behind me now, his right hand over my shoulder and his head on my left side: Look, over there. He’s so close, I can feel his crotch on my ass.
The air is getting heavier, and the coolness I felt earlier is gone - all I can feel is his breathing on my neck, his body against mine and there is only one thing on my mind.
Somehow, half out of confusion and half out of instinct, I turn my head left and our eyes meet. Our lips are an inch away from a kiss.
We stare into each other’s eyes for a moment or two - it seems like forever, the air gets heavier, I can sense the tension and then he pulls me closer for our lips to meet. I’m half confused and half relieved - a moment longer and we would have had to step apart.
Our lips together, and I can feel his tongue gently brushing against my lips, easing his way in. I open my mouth and welcome his tongue with mine.
I am not sure what to think but I just let it all go and enjoy myself. He is a good kisser, very passionate. He’s pulled me close to him, his hand are in my back and mine are on his hips.
We kiss for couple of minutes, he grabs a hold of my hand and pulls me over onto the lounger. We sort of sit next to each other, he looks me in the eyes and runs his fingers through my hair in the side of my head and pulls me closer to him.
He is physically stronger so once we’re together he starts leaning in, putting me in semi lying position with him on top of me.
I can feel with my leg his crotch grew tighter.
His kisses become deeper, his hand under my shirt, going from my chest over my stomach and resting just above my hip.
His crotch is pressed against my leg and he started grinding it.
I pulled his shirt out of his trousers and stared running my hands all over his torso, touching his skin, slightly sweaty but soft to the touch. Our kissing grew louder and we were moaning with pleasure.
I pulled away and said: Probably best if we take this inside. He nodded in agreement, and motioned with head: Let’s go.
He held me hand, pulled me up and lead the way.
He came to live in London from Spain and I joined on a recommendation from my previous manager.
He was an internal transfer, so was quite knowledgable and he helped me to settle in. We bonded as the new guys, but didn’t share anything beyond work. He was 4 years younger than me. His physique was on top form - I managed to catch a glimpse when he was changing shirts once - ripped six pack, nicely developed arms and trimmed chest hair. He has a winning smile and was a nice guy to be around. Always friendly and quite touchy - he’s Spanish, I guess it’s cultural.
We worked together for just over a year and around pretty much the same time, I got promoted and he decided to move back to Spain.
Half a year later I was asked to go to Spain and visit the branch in Paul’s hometown. I was there for 3 nights, and had decided to reach out to him and see if he’s free for a drink/dinner one night!
He was happy to hear from me and we made plans to catch up over dinner the second night I was there. I was excited to see him, as I knew no one else in the city I was visiting, and he’s always been a great company.
I went back to the hotel and showered, changed into fresh clothes and got ready to meet him. He texted me he’s running a bit late but that he can pick me up with his car and drop me back after the dinner as well. I was happy about that, as I hadn’t found my way around the town, apart from the hotel to the office.
Anyway, 20 min late, he picked me up and we drove off to the restaurant.
When we got out of the car, he hugged me and said it was nice to see me, and that he’s happy I had reached out.
To be completely honest, I never thought of him in anything beyond colleague terms. Sure, I appreciated his good looks and attractive physique, but for all I knew he’s straight and I have a rule of not going for straight guys.
Anyway, we started eating - he had ordered some local delicacies and with them some wine! It was a hot evening, the cold wine felt good and I hadn’t noticed I was getting merry. Plate after plate, glasses of wine-one after another, it was time to go. It was getting late and it was a school night.
He decided he had one too many, so would walk me back to the hotel and then make his way back home by foot - enough to sober up for the day after.
We walked in the streets, it was still hot, even though it was late - hot summer nights are my favourite, there’s something different in the air. As we walked, we bumped into each other couple of times, and he reached out couple of times, making sure I don’t fall.
Soon enough we came to the hotel, and he invited himself up to use the bathroom before continuing his way home.
I didn’t think much of it, and I was bursting to go as well.
We come upstairs, I left him go first and I went after him.
While he was in the bathroom, I opened the balcony door to let some cool air in. The slight wind made the sheer curtains move, there was some traffic noise from the streets.
I wanted to peel my clothes off and jump into the shower to cool off, and that was exactly my plan as soon as Paul would leave.
Paul comes from the bathroom and I tell him I’ll be right with him, to have a seat and relax.
When I get back to the room, I can’t see him and call out his name.
He replies from the balcony: I had to get out to cool off in fresh air.
I made us some refreshing drinks, sparkling water with lots of ice.
He sat down in the lounge chair on the balcony and was enjoying the view.
The town was getting ready to go to sleep, there were a few cars on the road, light blinking in the distance and hot air in the dark of night.
Paul started telling me how much he enjoys living here and how much different it is compared to London. We were talking for a bit, cooled down and relaxed.
At one point he gets up and stands a the fence, calling me over to show me where he lives.
As he’s trying to show me something in the distance and I don’t really know where to look at, as I’m not familiar with the place and it’s dark, he pulls me close, out bodies touching and I feel electricity going between us.
I froze for a moment, but he’s oblivious to all that and keeps showing me where to look at, standing behind me now, his right hand over my shoulder and his head on my left side: Look, over there. He’s so close, I can feel his crotch on my ass.
The air is getting heavier, and the coolness I felt earlier is gone - all I can feel is his breathing on my neck, his body against mine and there is only one thing on my mind.
Somehow, half out of confusion and half out of instinct, I turn my head left and our eyes meet. Our lips are an inch away from a kiss.
We stare into each other’s eyes for a moment or two - it seems like forever, the air gets heavier, I can sense the tension and then he pulls me closer for our lips to meet. I’m half confused and half relieved - a moment longer and we would have had to step apart.
Our lips together, and I can feel his tongue gently brushing against my lips, easing his way in. I open my mouth and welcome his tongue with mine.
I am not sure what to think but I just let it all go and enjoy myself. He is a good kisser, very passionate. He’s pulled me close to him, his hand are in my back and mine are on his hips.
We kiss for couple of minutes, he grabs a hold of my hand and pulls me over onto the lounger. We sort of sit next to each other, he looks me in the eyes and runs his fingers through my hair in the side of my head and pulls me closer to him.
He is physically stronger so once we’re together he starts leaning in, putting me in semi lying position with him on top of me.
I can feel with my leg his crotch grew tighter.
His kisses become deeper, his hand under my shirt, going from my chest over my stomach and resting just above my hip.
His crotch is pressed against my leg and he started grinding it.
I pulled his shirt out of his trousers and stared running my hands all over his torso, touching his skin, slightly sweaty but soft to the touch. Our kissing grew louder and we were moaning with pleasure.
I pulled away and said: Probably best if we take this inside. He nodded in agreement, and motioned with head: Let’s go.
He held me hand, pulled me up and lead the way.