Silent Fuck 2

I can't believe we're having this conversation.

This is what Andrea kept saying over 100 times when I told her what happened. In 2005, she had an affair with one of her subordinates. I was totally against it for two reasons - first, I was the one who told him the guy was cute and second (and most importantly), you don't shit in your backyard. The relationship eventually became fruitful - literally - but their relationship is not something you will find in the books.

'It's better that way. It's just sex. We had fun. We had a baby. We have to deal with it.'
'You don't ask him to marry you?'
'I don't. And besides, I am not sure if that's what I want.'
'That's very awkward.'
'No, what happened to YOU was awkward. I need details!'

By details, she meant what happened when my visitors left my apartment.

'Did he come really come back? Did you fuck?'

This is what I love about Andrea - she's too comfortable being around gay men.

When Daniel kissed me in the kitchen, I couldn't move. I kept saying 'Shit' over and over again. I keep playing the scenario in my head. He pretends he cuts himself with a knife so he has to stay. Or he's too drunk that the others will ask him to sleep on the couch. Or he will leave with them and pretend that he forgot something and he will come knocking on my door and surprise me.

Whatever excuse he gave the others, I guess I'll never know. They left together after four hours of drinking. He came back after 30 minutes. As he knocked on my door, I looked through my peephole and there he was smiling, as if he knew I was looking at him.

I opened the door and he smiled. He went inside. Not a single word was uttered. He took off his clothes - his shirt first then his pants. He was in his briefs when he reached the door of the bathroom. He gave me one sexy look, opened the door and took off his briefs and moved his head as if asking me to follow him.

I closed my eyes. I thought I prayed for me to wake up but suddenly I heard myself saying please I hope he's fucking good. Whatever it was, I was just distracting myself because even though I fought hard to resist it, I was drowning in anticipation over what is about to happen. I walked towards the bathroom. I stepped on his shirt and pants. I could hear the water flowing - it must be the shower. No, he's filling the tub with water.

I went inside and there he was. Naked on my tub filled with water. I just stood there - I was immobile. He motioned for me to join him but I couldn't. I felt my legs shaking.

He got up and that's when I saw one of the biggest cocks I've ever seen. Beautifully cut, thanks to his childhood doctor. The pinkish glow was almost blinding and appetizing. I couldn't help but wonder - is this piece of heavenly art ready for what is about to go down?

He stepped out of the tub and moved closer to me. His fully erected penis was pressed against mine. He just stared at me. I waited for him to make a move. He bent sideward and appeared to reach for something. When he stood up straight, he showed me my mouthwash. He gargled for 30 seconds and let me smell his fresh breath.

'Ahhhhh'

I closed my eyes. I was freaking drunk okay. Now's the time to fulfill all my porno fantasies - especially with this guy.

He grabbed my right hand and put it on his cock. I held it tightly as he moaned. Then, all of a sudden, he surprised me with the softest, sexiest kiss. Hmmmm....

I didn't know whether we should to to the bathtub or to my room. Whatever, I pulled him to my room and pushed him against the wall. We kissed some more. He took off my shirt - then unbuttoned my shorts. and when I lost grip of his hands, he pushed me so we could switch. My back was now against the wall while he figured out how to fucking lose my shorts. He finally did and he was shocked to see that I wasn't wearing any underwear. We kissed some more. And more. My penis was in its hardest state and so was his.

He started licking my neck - and went down further. He found my nipples and played with them. I was screaming loudly.

'Aaahhhhhh shit!'

He covered my mouth but I was still moaning and screaming. It was so fucking awesome. He had a fucking good tongue play. I tried to resist. When his knee grew weak, I pushed him to the bed and started sucking his cock. It was too fucking big, I could barely put it in my mouth! He didn't say much, he moaned a little and kept staring while I struggle to give him a deep throat. After some deep breaths I was able to do it. He moaned so hard it gave me a tickling feeling - as if I was about to cum. Cum for a moan? That'll be a world record.

My jaws finally were tired and started licking his balls. He reached for the table and found a condom. Oh no, I'm not ready for something this big!

He stared at me. Smiled. Opened the condom and bit his lip.

Fuck! How can I resist.

The Silent Fuck 1

I had no complaints about Daniel. He was hardworking. He did whatever task I gave him. He was very respectful and he smiles a lot. He finishes things so fast yet he doesn't make any mistake. By the time he's done with something, I would catch him looking at me - waiting for a reaction. I would simply say 'You can go out for a smoke.' He would usually say, 'Do you want to have a smoke?'

There's something about Daniel's voice that's very - how do I describe this - sensual. I feel a strange sensation whenever he talks to me. I try to hide it because the last thing I need is the rumormongers saying I am on the verge of committing sexual harrassment in the workplace. I tried to keep it professional all the time.

One time, we were told that business is expanding and my team is being considered as partners for this new project. We were all so happy and we decided to celebrate.

'You guys, we should go to Giligan's and grab some beer.' Maureen said.
'I don't like their food.' I really don't.
'Where should we go then?'

At that point, Daniel stood up and said: 'You live nearby, right?'
'Yeah, I do. I have enough space.' There was just about 10 of us. I had enough beer at home and we could always buy at the convenience store.

There were only 6 people who joined the celebration. Beer was enough and everyone got pretty drunk except for me who was running in and out of the kitchen. I bought some foods which were easy to prepare. Daniel suddenly came in.

'What are you doing?' He stood behind me while I was trying to open a can of Sisig.
'I'm just preparing this. You can wait outside. They're singing now.'
'I don't sing.'
'Oh.'

He moved closer, putting his chin on my left shoulder. I feel his chest on my back. Are those his nipples? I couldn't tell.

'Looks delicious.'
'Uhm, yeah.' I moved away. 'Do you want more beer?'
He showed me the beer on his hand. 'Do you?'
'Nope, I'm a bit tipsy.'
'No you're not.' He moved closer once again. 'You're not yet drunk.'
'Not planning on getting drunk.'
'You should. We should all celebrate.'

He put his hands on my waist. I had a knee-jerk reaction but he didn't noticed. I tried to break-free but he was now hugging me while I am cooking.

'Whoa, you're drunk.'
'Hahaha! Not yet.'
'Why don't you drink some water. Looks like you need it.'

He finally moved away. He was now on the other side of the table. He had a glass of water then he stared at me. The sisig was overcooked.

'Are you really this shy?'
'Excuse me?'
'You don't make the first move?'
'What do you mean...'
'You know what I mean.'

He walked towards me, his eyes locked with mine. Then he gave me a long and sweet kiss.

'I'll leave with them but I'll be back after 10 minutes.'

Then he left the kitchen. I stared at the overcooked sisig and touched my lips.

Damn, he was good.

The Silent Fuck (intro)

A few months ago, the gossip-loving gay guys at work alerted me of this newcomer who is becoming the latest hottie of the entire floor. He wasn't handsome - I didn't think he was hot. I had to stare at him for 5-7 minutes before I finally decided he 'may' scratch when someone itches - or vice versa.

Days went by and he was still the talk of the town. They said he was dating this girl from accounting, this mom from payroll, even a top boss who is gay. When asked, he would simply smile and go back to work. Such a silent type. I like it. I was curious about his personality and if he really fucked the entire finance department plus the head honcho of the company who reportedly loves having a finger in his ass while being fucked upside-down.

Two weeks later, I was informed that Mystery Man - who later called himself ' Daniel - showed up in my cubicle and handed me a letter. He smiled - I smiled back. Nothing special, I told myself. He wasn't muscular or gym-fit. He wears loose shirts and he has dark skin - definitely not my type. But then I remember what the rumor-mongers told me: that he had a undeniably huge cock.

i tried to take a peek at his crotch - wondering if I'd see a bulge. I read the letter - or pretended to. I bowed my head but my eyes were trying to reach his crotch. Slowly, slowly, I saw his zipper. I saw a bulge - but I wasn't quite sure. Then suddenly, he put his hand on his crotch and said, 'You're making it stand up.'

I was shocked - how did he know I was...

I looked up and told him, 'Excuse me?'
'Nothing, I was asked to come here because you needed some help with some documents?'
'Oh right.'
'It's on the paper.'
'I read it. I just can't figure out why email was not enough to inform me.'
'Oh so you already knew?'
'That you were big--I mean begin today... begin working today?'
'Yes, yes.'
'Uhm, yeah. Read the email.'
'Great. Where do I sit, Sir?'

I wanted to say 'in my apartment' but of course I didn't. Now I realized why there' s so much buzz surrounding Daniel. He wasn't hot but his presence creates some uncomfortable sexual atmosphere that almost wants you to stick out your tongue and lick his body right after you shook his hand.

The first week with Daniel was great. He has very good work ethics. He never arrived late on his first week. He was always asking questions - and everytime he did I was careful not to look at his bulge again.

That's thing, I was always intrigued about the bulge. There's so much talk and unnecessary energy spent on thinking about the size of his package.

'How do you even know he's big?' I asked Timmie.
'You just feel it. You look at a man and he tells you the size of his cock.'
'Oh - right, I forgot you're the cock whisperer.'
'Uh-huh.'

Later that day, I thought about that. When I checked to see what Daniel was doing, he was almost lying on his chair. His arms flying above his head and his legs almost spread - like someone can just go hide under his desk and give him a blowjob. His eyes were closed. He looked stressed after working on some stuff I handed to him this morning. I stood up - this is my chance. I can finally check the bulge just one last time.

Steady - steady. I walked towards his desk. His eyes were still closed. I take a few more steps... then suddenly, he opened his eyes. I was stunned. He didn't move at all and was still in the 'waiting for a blowjob' position.

'Anything I can do to you Sir?'

I am Dating a Porn Addict

It was around 2AM when my phone rang, No, it wasn't a bootie call. It was from my friend Edward. He sounded so upset and begged that he drop by to discuss something really important. I politely said that it was too freaking late to accept visitors. He asked if I was staying in a hospital. All I could say was, 'I get your point.'

It took him only five minutes to come to my apartment. Apparently, he was just staying in the convenience store downstairs for two hours now. He asked me to check my phone and I saw that he's been trying to reach me since 8 in the evening.

'So what so important that it's worth 20 missed calls and 15 text messages?'
'It's Ron.'

Ron is Edward's boyfriend. It was I who first met him in a bar in Malate. I barely saw a spark when we dated twice. On our third date, I decided to introduce him to some of my closest friends - the list included Edward. The two hit it off so quickly - so quickly they did oral sex in the bathroom while I was busy getting free drinks from a hot 30-something guy at the bar. When I realized things are not going to happen between me and Ron, I decided to drop him. Two days later, I learned he was fucking Ed twice a day.

'Is this my karma?'
'Oh Jesus, can we please get off the subject of karma.'
'If it is, I already paid my sins.'
'What's the problem Ed? I know it's not karma so please go straight to the point or I'm kicking you out. I have a meeting tomorrow and I need to get up early.'

He paused. He looked at my TV and stared at me.

'He's addicted to porn!'
'He's what?'
'He buys them from this guy who runs this website.'
'What's the URL? I remember I have to buy new...'
'Fuck you!'
'I'm kidding. So what? Ron's a pretty horny guy. I love porn too. What's wrong with that.'

He had a worried look on his face. Worried that he might be talking to the wrong person.

'I understand porn is something that existed for ages now and people are entitled to it.'
'True...'
'But is it okay if he prefers to watch porn that have sex with you?'
'Huh? Okay that's insane.'

And I thought he was exaggerating. He told me that it started two months ago when he caught Ron masturbating in front of his laptop. He went inside the room inconspicuously and grabbed his cock with his wet mouth. 'Minty' he said as he just brushed his teeth.

However, instead of creating a hot scene that night, Ron's meat suddenly lost its muscle - he got up and looked pissed. Ed wondered why he became soft. Was it the mouthwash or the toothpaste?

Or was it me?

Later that night, he woke up because he felt the bed moving. Again, he caught Ron masturbating with his eyes closed. He licked his nipples and said 'Yeah baby, yeah' and grabbed his cock. To his surprise, he came less than a minute after he held his penis. That's when he became suspicious.

Days passed by and Ron started making excuses so he could skip their usual schedule for sex. He would tell him that he still has some work to do but then he'll find him in front of the laptop, watching videos of Sean Cody and Randy Blue. He tried to confront him but he seemed embarrassed. Ed didn't know what to do. He got so irrational one time that one time, he pulled out his box of porn CDs and threw them away. When he found out, he was infuriated and fucked him against the wall until he felt like his hole was bleeding. It didn't bleed - but the sex wasn't good either.

'What do I do?'
'I have no idea.' And I was telling the truth. I felt that this problem was psychological and he had to try to consult a professional.

'Oh but I heard that it's normal. People are sometimes not stimulated well by their partners. Not your fault though. Some people just require you to go to the heavens to find their GSpot.'

'So - I - What do I have to do then?'
'My friend who's a doctor once said you have to target the source of the problem.'
'Meaning I have to throw his laptop?'
'Not exactly. You need to give in and once he's into it - give him the finger.'
'EXCUSE ME?'
'They say it works.'
'You mean I'll stick my finger in his fucking ass...'
'..and tickle his GSpot.'

He was completely grossed out with the idea. I was surprised he was. For someone who's had guys to do that to him I thought he would be a little more open minded.

'But he's top!'
'Hey, I am too but I tried it.'
'And?'
'It was GREAT. Not something I would ask my sex partner to do everytime we fuck but hey, once in a while you need to shake things up, right?'

The next morning, Ed bought a small KY jelly tube and a condom. He's never been a top before but he figured his fingers might do a better job than his penis. And while he found his partner massaging his cock under the sheets - he put a condom on his finger, lubricated it well and wished himself good luck.

'Well, here goes nothing!' He said to himself.

3:59 AM

I became immobile for a moment. Mortified is an understatement to describe how I felt that moment. There I was thinking we were having a hot private moment. Who knows how long the roommate has been watching me fuck 'power bottom'?

'Did we wake you?' PB asked.
'No.. no. Actually I got thirsty.'
'Oh.'

We were still on the couch. Me inside him. I wasn't moving at all.

And to make the situation even more awkward, the roommate moved closer as if inspecting what just happened on their couch. He kept trying to get a good view of my cock still inserted in his friend's hole. He was smiling, enjoying the sight of me - the mortified visitor, barenaked with his friend still sitting on my lap.

'I think I better wash up.' He finally said.
'You do that.'

He stood up, revealing my [still] hard cock wrapped in ultra thin condom filled with cum. The rubber was clean. He really was a good bottom. Knows his stuff.

I motioned for power bottom to give me a tissue but he ran upstairs. His friend grabbed the roll of tissue but didn't give it to me.

'Let me help you with that.'
'Huh?'
'Man, you're still hard.' He looked at my cock as if he wanted to have it too. I didn't smile. I just sat there thinking what could possibly happen next.

He pulled s few sheets of tissue and slowly - very slowly - pulled the condom from my cock. There was a weird sensation while he was doing it. I looked at him and he was biting his lip while doing this, he was making a moan-like sound. My cock responded.

'Ooh. Someone still wants to play.'

I smiled.

'Bathroom?'
'Thanks.'

He showed me the way to the 2nd bathroom. He left for 1 minute and came back with a clean towel. Power bottom was nowhere to be found. Probably still washing up.

Roommate knocked on the door - but instead of giving me the towel, he went inside and locked the door behind him. He smiled and started splashing water on me. I obliged. What's the harm of having someone give me a nice quick bath?

It took 5 minutes . He kept massaging my hard cock - used two soaps and a feminine wash. Yes, a feminine wash.

'They say this keeps you clean.' He laughed. I smiled.
'That should keep me clean all day now, thank you.'

He wiped me clean. He smiled and I politely asked for the towel. He gave it to me. I wiped my face dry while he sat on the toilet bowl and started sucking my cock. I didn't have time to react. He was absofuckinglutely a better sucker than his friend. I lost my balance for a second and almost fell on the bathroom floor but he pushed me against the bathroom door.

He was in a hurry, as if scared of getting caught by his friend. I moaned, and moaned and pulled his hair - I didn't know whether to stop him or not. I just came twice and my legs are weak from the energy I released a few moments ago.

But he knew better. He didn't stop. As I try to keep pulling his hair, he did my favorite - deep throat - even better he put my cock and my huge pair of balls in his mouth. He gagged for a minute but managed to keep everything in - all these while playing his wet tongue on my balls. I can't describe how much pleasure that brought me.

I came after a couple of minutes but much less than the first and second round. He wiped his mouth clean. ' Ahhh. Wow.'

I was still catching my breath. I left the bathroom while he gargled with some mouthwash. I sat on the same couch and waited. Power bottom suddenly reappeared, this time in his boxers ready to hit the sack. His roommate came out of the bathroom.

'I bought juice it's in the red pitcher.'
'Yeah, I found it. ' He grinned.

It was time to leave.

'Hey thanks dude. Here's my number. ' He typed it on my phone. 'Next time.' He winked. I winked back.

I said goodbye to his friend. He said, 'Yeah, feel free to come back.' I almost laughed.