Chapter One
Rob returned to our firm in 1998, 2 years after I had started. I say "returned" because Rob had previously been with us, but left in 1994 to be part of a small plaintiff's firm. When that firm disintegrated, Rob returned "home." I had heard about him, but I had never met him.
I was introduced to Rob in the hallway on his first day back. 6 foot 4 and 200 pounds, he was a 36 year old man who had been a tight end in college. Balding and married, he was not traditionally attractive. But, he had sparkly eyes, a bright smile, thick legs, and an easy style. And, I soon knew he was the kindest man I had ever met. He was the kind of man who made you feel better about yourself simply by deeming you worthy of his friendship.
I was quickly smitten.
Unfortunately, Rob was as straight as straight could be. He was a religious conservative. He had a little girl. He had a little boy on the way. And, he was from Missouri's bootheel, which viewed gays as cultural terrorists.
Despite our differences (I was an atheist, a liberal, and gay), Rob and I bonded over sports and became fast friends. I soon started calling him "brother," as I viewed him as the brother I always wanted but never had. We shared a love of the Cardinals, Mizzou's Tigers, and each other. We spent countless work hours talking. And, we played softball together every Tuesday night and golf together most Saturday mornings.
It did not take long for me to realize I wanted to seduce him. When I picked him up for golf, I often held his hand as we drove to the course. I do not think Rob liked it. But, he tolerated it, often with a chuckle.
At my urging, we had recurring "I get to blow you" bets. In almost all of them, it was "if I win, I get to blow you." Again, Rob tolerated me, often with a chuckle.
When I would win one of the bets, I would immediately raise the issue of collecting. Rob dismissed me with a "yeah, right" or "whatever." I kept track of how many blow jobs I "owed" him. It built to a good number.
Rob knew what I wanted, and he fed my desire. Figuratively, not literally. He pretended, but then balked, notwithstanding his sexless marriage (Rob had been married 10 years, but his wife hated his dick and hated fucking him, so he was left to jerk his dick in the morning as he showered, a fact he readily shared with me).
We had a firm retreat in September, 2011, not long after 09/11. Rob and I were driving down a day early to play golf with friends from our St. Louis office. On the way, we were stopping for the night at his Uncle's lake cabin. As we drove down, I offered to pay off some of my debt that night at the cabin. Rob said nothing.
We left late, so we got to the cabin well after dark. After unloading the car, we settled onto the couch to watch highlights of the Cardinals' game. Out of the blue, Rob asked "did you bring any porn?" When I responded "no," Rob replied only "okay."
We watched ESPN quietly for awhile. Then, Rob announced he was going to bed. As he walked toward the bedroom, he pulled off his T-shirt and his boxers, leaving me a full view of his naked ass. Rob had told me he slept naked, but I did not expect him to do it here, with me in the bed next to him. I certainly did not expect the ass exhibition. I soon went to bathroom and jacked off to the vision of his muscled back and naked ass. Both were great, still firm and ripped from his football days.
As we drove the next morning to our retreat location, Rob offered "if you are going to seduce me, you are going to need porn to do it." I responded "I thought your striptease last night was your attempt at a seduction." When Rob chuckled and replied, "maybe it was," the words hung in the air, neither of us claiming them. We drove on in silence, as I wondered what was going on.
Rob and I were at the same table for dinner that night. Rob was not a teetotaler, but I had never seen him drink more than one or two beers. That night, he drank many more. By the time dessert was over, Rob was a little drunk.
As we walked out, Rob asked if I wanted to go to his room to watch highlights of the Cardinals game. I was idiotic, but not an idiot. I immediately agreed. We grabbed four beers apiece and headed back to his room.
In Rob's room, he reclined on one bed, and I reclined on the other. When the ESPN highlights had fully run their course for the second time, Rob silently grabbed the remote and started surfing. To my surprise, he settled on a porn channel.
"Do you mind?"
"No, not at all."
As we watched a man fuck a woman on a bus, Rob asked "does this do anything for you?" I responded that straight porn was fine with me, as it showed a lot of dick. I then told him that I found what we were watching to be incredibly arousing.
Rob responded "Me, too. In fact, I am uncomfortable."
My mouth was dry as shit. I wanted to ask why, but I could not muster those three letters. Finally, I eked out "Because you are aroused, or because you are watching porn with me?"
"Probably a little bit of both."
"Feel free to do something about the former."
"I think I will." With that, Rob unbuttoned and unzipped his khakis, freeing his hard dick a little.
I was vexed. I wanted to act, but the prospect of action terrified me. I did not know what to do. So, I did nothing.
Rob filled the void, reaching into his khakis and grabbing his dick with his right hand. Slowly, he stared to rub himself through his boxer briefs.
I took a long swig of my Budweiser as I watched Rob rub his bulge. Finally, I mustered the courage to ask "You want me to help you with that?"
Rob did not respond immediately. After a moment, he said "I am not sure that's such a good idea."
I tried to allay his concerns. "If you are worried I will think this will mean more than it does, don't be. I know the lay of the land."
Rob did not say anything in response. But, I took the fact that he was still rubbing his bulge as at least the hint of a possibility. Then, he offered "I appreciate that, but I still don't think it's such a good idea." After a long pause, he added "But, I also am having a hard time passing it up."
With that, Rob stood up and let his khakis fall to the floor. Then, he pulled his boxer briefs down to his ankles and stopped out of them. Finally, he pulled his shirt over his head, leaving him naked and hard in front of me.
His dick was perfect. It stuck straight out. It was thick and long and had a perfect bell-shaped head. It seems odd to say, but I thought it was beautiful. His bush could stand some attention, but his dick was awesome.
My mouth was still bone dry as Rob sat back down on his bed, his back against the headboard, his hard dick standing up and leaning to the left. It was clearly my move. I took another big swig of my Budweiser, stood up, and moved to his bed. He moved his left foot to the floor, freeing the space between his legs. I sat down in front of him, looked him over, and asked "What do you want me to do?"
"I am not sure."
"Can I kiss you?"
"I don't think so."
"Can I lick your nipples?"
Softly, "I think so."
With that, I lowered my lips to the left nipple of Rob's hairy chest. I flicked it with my tongue before taking it into my mouth. Rob twitched. I sucked and licked as I held onto his sides. Rob twitched some more. I moved to his right nipple, sucking it harder than I had sucked the left. Rob moaned.
As I sucked Rob's right nipple, I moved my left hand to his crotch, lightly tickling his side as I did. I then lightly tickled his thighs and balls. As I did, Rob raised his legs, exposing his taint. I gently tickled and rubbed Rob's taint. Rob moaned again and then pushed my head toward his dick with his left hand.
I followed his lead, kissing and licking his hairy chest and stomach as I moved down his body. He moved his left leg back onto the bed, spread his legs wide, and bent his knees, raising them toward his chest.
Before sucking him, I took another swig of my Budweiser to lubricate my dry mouth. Then, I lowered myself onto Rob's thick, 7+ inch dick until my face was buried in his unkempt bush. Experienced, I swallowed him whole, then I waited for him to force me to move.
It was not long before Rob drew backward, pulling part of his dick out of my mouth. I immediately plunged back down. Rob gasped as I again swallowed his whole dick.
I started to suck him, adding my left hand to his thick shaft as an extension of my mouth. Before long, Rob was rising to meet my mouth in perfect rhythm.
