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by RickInPA I first met Paul when I applied for a job with his design firm. Fresh out of college with a Bachelor�s Degree in Architectural Design, I was ready to take the world by the balls. Paul�s company, Universal Design Associates, was one of the most respected in town and I knew that if I could land a job with such a prestigious firm my career as a designer would be almost limitless. Certainly there would be a great deal to learn, but little did I know that Paul would teach me much more than just architectural design! Paul was a charming Englishman from Manchester who had moved to the states as a young man. His looks reminded me of Jeff Chandler, the popular film star of the 40s and 50s. I assumed Paul was about fifty years old, but in spite of his age, he had a trim swimmer�s build, wavy brown hair with flecks of gray and a golden tan. His face seemed to be chiseled from granite with a powerful jaw and high cheekbones. He wasn�t dressed like a typical businessman, but rather like a casual tourist on vacation in St. Thomas wearing leather sandals, white cotton pants and a loose-fitting white cotton shirt. I found out during the interview that we both made physical fitness a primary concern in our lives; he�s a competitive swimmer and I�ve been an amateur bodybuilder for years. He also told me that his wife, to whom he had been married for thirty years, was also a competitive swimmer and had won many trophies through the years. I was thrilled when Paul informed me after our interview that I would be a welcomed addition to his firm. We agreed on a salary and my starting date. When I got up to leave, he made it a point to come around from his desk and give me a firm handshake and a pat on the back. I had a real good feeling about this man. In just a little more than an hour I felt I could fully trust and respect him. My work at UDA proved exciting and rewarding. Within the first three weeks I helped design part of a municipal airport and a new high school. During that time, Paul and I became good friends. He gave me the kind of valuable training that only a seasoned professional can offer. Occasionally we worked so late into the night that Paul would call his wife and tell her not to wait up for him. During one particular late-night session after we had worked steadily for about twelve hours, I walked into the restroom half-asleep and caught Paul jacking off in front of the mirror. My unexpected intrusion startled him and he quickly stuffed his cock in his pants and zipped up. Needless to say, both of us were flustered. Of course I immediately excused myself and left, but to be truthful, I wished I could have caught a glimpse of his cock. I had never had a gay experience before, but I�ve always been fascinated with men�s cocks; the different sizes and shapes intrigue me. Many times I would sneak a peek as I showered at the gym with the other men. Of course, most of the guys there were overweight with big beer bellies and small cocks, but every once in a while I�d be rewarded with the sight of some hung stud lathering up his ample cock and balls. Little did "Mr. Stud" know that I would have loved to have been able to reach out and stroke him, but I�m sure I would have gotten my butt kicked. As I result, I just consoled myself by going home and jacking off, much like Paul did. When Paul came out of the restroom I was working back at my desk. I tried to act like nothing had happened and for a long time no words were exchanged between us; it was an uncomfortable silence. He went about acting as if he was organizing papers and straightening up the office though it was obvious to me that he didn�t know what to say either. Finally, he walked up behind me and leaned over my shoulder to see how my work was progressing. He was so close I could feel the heat radiating from his body. Immediately I slipped into a fantasy of watching him stand before the mirror as he stroked his cock, working up to that moment when he would explode and spurt cum all over the restroom counter. Paul interrupted my reverie. "David, I want to apologize for what you saw in the restroom. I�m sorry if I embarrassed you." I didn�t know what to say. I really wanted to say that I would like to have seen more, but I thought it would be more professional to diffuse the situation. "Don�t worry about it, Paul. It�s really none of my business. I feel like I should apologize to you." I turned to face Paul and smiled at him. He appeared relieved that I didn�t call him a pervert or something worse. I stepped back from my desk so he could check my work. As he studied my design, I studied him. He had a wet spot on the front of his pants where I assumed some pre-cum had leaked out after he zipped up. But what really caught my eye was the bulge he was still sporting! Even though it had been five or six minutes since I caught him in the bathroom, he looked like he was still half-hard. Not only that, his rod stretched halfway down his thigh! I could almost make out the shape of his cockhead and the thickness of his meat through the fabric of his pants. I was so mesmerized by Paul�s bulge that I didn�t realize he looked up and saw me staring at his crotch. When my eyes finally caught his and I knew I�d been busted, my face turned crimson! I was speechless. "I guess I haven�t quite settled down yet," Paul said, looking down at his crotch as he rearranged his bulge. "You know how it is when you have to stop right in the middle." I was so embarrassed I didn�t know what to say. Some men are homophobic. Was he one of them? What if he thought I was gay? Actually, I didn�t even know if I was gay. Would I lose my job? Would he hate me? Would this be the end of our friendship? Finally, he came to my rescue. "Sometimes I find it necessary to relieve myself, even here at the office. I have a high sex drive and if I don�t take care of it every so often, I feel like I�m going to burst." "I understand," I answered. "Now and then I have the same problem. At least you have a wife to take care of things for you." Paul chuckled and patted me on the back. "Not actually, my boy. You see, Lily had a hysterectomy ten years ago. Since then, intercourse nearly kills her. She has begged me not to make love to her. She said I could visit prostitutes if I wanted, just as long as I didn�t bring home any disease. Being the kind of woman that she is, she understood that I would have needs. She just didn�t want me to force sex on her anymore." "C-c-couldn�t you just have oral sex?" I asked, sounding like a babbling idiot. I was imagining what it would be like to go down on a piece of meat that size. "I�ve suggested that," Paul said, "but I always get the feeling that she would just rather not have anything at all to do with the whole nasty business. Besides," he said, grinning slightly, "she says I�m too big for her. It makes her want to gag." All I could do was to stare dumbly at him. �Makes her want to gag?� What should I have said in response? "Here boss, let me suck your cock?" Fortunately, he continued without waiting for my answer. "Anyway, I decided a prostitute was not the answer. I love my wife too much to have sex with another woman so I�ve resigned myself to masturbating in the bathroom." I was moved by Paul�s situation and I found myself liking him more than ever. "I respect the fact that you feel so strongly about your wife. She�s a lucky woman." "No," he said, "I�m the one that�s lucky." About six weeks later I was working alone in the office on a hot Friday night. I had just finished a critical design phase for a hospital addition and I wanted to let Paul know I was done. I called him up at home, expecting to talk to an answering machine, but he answered instead. "I just finished the drawings for the hospital addition," I said excitedly. "That�s great, David!" he exclaimed. "Would you consider bringing them over here so that I may see them?" "Yeah, sure," I said. "Give me twenty minutes." "Have you eaten yet?" he asked. "No." "Well then I�ll throw a couple of steaks on the barbecue." Paul�s home was situated in an exclusive suburb called Paradise Valley, a gated community where you have to identify yourself at the guardhouse before being admitted. It�s a little presumptuous for me, but I guess some people prefer that kind of lifestyle. After the guard phoned Paul�s house to announce my arrival, he waved me through the gates. I drove along a tree-lined road and eventually pulled up to a house with a beautifully manicured lawn and double front doors about nine feet tall; this was where Paul lived. He answered the door wearing only a baggy pair of parachute pants; no shirt or shoes. I have to say that I was impressed with his muscularity. His chest and shoulders were finely sculpted from years of swimming; there wasn�t an ounce of fat on his body. His abdomen was firmly muscled with the classic six-pack. He probably weighed no more than 180 pounds and every pound was lean muscle. I noticed that he had no hair on his chest or arms. I assumed that he must shave in order to reduce drag in the water (I�ve heard that�s a common practice among swimmers). I wondered if he shaved elsewhere? After greeting me warmly, Paul ushered me into his elegant living room, which contained several beautiful sculptures, fine paintings and a collection of African masks. Two expensive, overstuffed couches provided ample seating for guests. But the focal point of the living room was an antique mahogany display case seven feet tall with beveled glass doors which stood against one wall. It was filled with trophies, medals and framed 8x10 photographs. "Are all of these your trophies?" I asked, walking over to the case. "Some of them are," Paul answered, "but most of them are Lily�s. She�s actually a better swimmer than I am." "Really? I�m anxious to meet her." "We�ll have to do that some other time," answered Paul. "Right now she�s visiting her sister in Los Angeles. She won�t be back until next week." I was a little disappointed, but I looked forward to spending some time alone with Paul. We were always so busy at the office that it was difficult to have any kind of meaningful conversation. I continued looking at the treasures in the display case when my eye caught a photograph of Paul standing poolside with other swimmers, holding a silver-plated trophy cup high above his head. The trophy was certainly impressive, but the bulge I saw stuffed in his striped Speedos was even more so! His cock looked like it was doubled over in half and just about to bust out of his swimming trunks. I was amazed that they would let him wear something so outrageously revealing. After all, there must be innocent children and old ladies with weak hearts present at these events. I pointed at the photograph, trying to conceal my carnal enthusiasm. "Man, you�re in fantastic shape here!" "That was taken just last year at the Senior Olympics. That�s about the only place where old duffers like me can still compete." "Don�t worry," I assured him, "very few guys your age are as buff as you are!" "What about yourself?" Paul said, clapping me on the shoulder. "I wish I had your broad shoulders and powerful arms." "Oh, thanks," I answered sheepishly. I wouldn�t want to boast, but I was proud of the progress I had made in the last few years by lifting weights religiously. I had lost twenty pounds of fat and gained about ten pounds of muscle. At 200 pounds and 8% bodyfat, I was in the best shape of my life. Paul continued to squeeze my shoulder and arm longer than seemed necessary although I really didn�t mind. Then he ran his hand up my back and tousled my hair. "Hey, why don�t we have some dinner?" he said, with a grin. I nodded. "I�m starving." I followed Paul out to the patio where he had the barbecue already warming up. In the backyard a beautiful lagoon pool glowed with subdued blue and white lights. A small rock waterfall bubbled and gurgled, emptying into the crystal water. In preparing for my arrival he had already set the patio table with silverware, napkins and wineglasses. Within twenty minutes we were sitting down to a wonderful dinner of porterhouse steak, steamed asparagus and salad. We capped off this fine dinner with a bottle of Merlot. We were having a good time chatting about nothing in particular; just small talk about work and life in general. The night was warm and the cloudless sky above was filled with stars. Paradise Valley is on the outskirts of the city so there�s not much interference from city lights. As a result, the nightsky seemed blacker and denser than usual and the stars above flickered like diamonds on velvet. Later Paul brought out some fine cigars and although I�m not a smoker, I did enjoy the luxurious feeling of sipping fine wine and relaxing with an expensive cigar. It was then that I noticed rivulets of sweat running down his chest. "You look like you�re burning up, Paul." "Yes," he said, "it�s dreadfully hot." He got up and walked over to the pool to splash some water on his body. Then he suddenly spun around. "The water feels magnificent, David. Would you like to take a swim?" "I�ll have to make it some other time," I said. "I don�t have swimming trunks." "I doubt if I have any that will fit you," he said, "but if you�re not too bashful, we could go skinny-dipping." He had a mischievous grin. "Didn�t you do that when you were a boy?" I did go skinny-dipping as a Boy Scout, but that was quite different. Back then, we were a bunch of goofy kids who didn�t know squat about anything; certainly nothing about sex. But now, we were two men, alone, on a hot night, with a palpable sexual tension that had been building between us for weeks. Wait a minute! What was I thinking? I�ve been trying for weeks to get a good look at this guy�s cock and now here he is, virtually offering it to me! It took me all of two seconds to make up my mind. "Sure, I was a Boy Scout. I�m game if you are." I took off my shirt, shoes and socks and then stood up to undo my belt. I felt good about my broad chest and wide shoulders and casually flexed my biceps, knowing that Paul was watching. But he had a bigger surprise in store for me. Before I could pull my pants down, Paul had slipped off his pants, revealing along with his impressive body the most magnificent cock I�ve ever seen in person or in a photograph! The thing looked like a horse�s cock dangling between his legs as he folded his pants and laid them on a lawn chair. It was about seven inches long, circumcised and very thick, like one of those bratwurst sausages you get at the grocery store. Instead of being blunt or plum-shaped, his cockhead was tapered; about two inches long. And the whole thing was shaved! In fact his entire body, not only his chest, but also his legs, butt, and crotch, every square inch of skin was hairless. His balls hung full and low like two golf balls in a leather bag and they were deeply tanned like the rest of his body, evidence that he probably sunbathed in the nude. Paul was truly beautiful, a striking example of manhood regardless of his age. He resembled Michaelangelo�s statue of David. He stood proudly at the edge of the pool, hands on his hips, displaying his attributes with not the slightest bit of modesty. I could only stare with admiration. "Am I the only exhibitionist here tonight or do you intend to join me?" Now I was hesitant to pull off my pants. While I knew that I had a good body, my cock was nothing compared to Paul�s. Mine was just average, six inches long when hard. I�d always wanted a big cock like the guys in the porn movies, but it just wasn�t in the stars. I guess that maybe I put such a premium on having a muscular body as a way to compensate for having an average cock. I wanted Paul to like me and I hoped he wouldn�t hold this against me. This was the moment of truth. "I�m not sure you want to see me naked," I said softly. "I certainly can�t compete with you." Paul must have realized what I was thinking. I�m sure, being hung like he was, he knew that most men weren�t built like him. He probably sensed my feeling of inadequacy. Walking toward me from the edge of the pool, his cock bounced heavily from one thigh to the other. When he reached me on the patio he put his right hand on my shoulder in a gentle, fatherly way. He looked me in the eyes, smiling, and then let his gaze scan down the length of my torso. I was getting turned on by having him stand so close to me. His fat cock hung just inches from my hand. I wanted nothing more than to reach out and squeeze it, to stroke it until he had a blistering hard-on. I even imagined what it might be like to put that huge tool in my mouth and suck him dry. Paul interrupted my fantasy when he skimmed his left hand across my pecs, squeezing them firmly. Unlike Paul, I have hair all over my body; chest, legs, everywhere. However, I was beginning to appreciate the look of smoothly shaven skin. "You are a powerful, handsome man, David." I could feel my cock firming up in my pants as Paul touched me, but I didn�t know what to do so I just stood motionless. Paul patted my chest firmly, but kept his right hand clasped on my shoulder. "You don�t have to feel uncomfortable, my friend," he said. "I know that I�m fortunate to be well endowed, but that�s nothing with which I had any control. That comes completely by the grace of God." "Well, Paul," I said, looking down at his gorgeous meat, "I guess it can be said that God has been good to you!" "Yes, He has," he said with a hearty laugh. He looked down with a grin and wagged his cock back and forth, almost brushing it against my hand. Then he looked back up at me with a serious expression on his face. "I want to tell you something. You�re much more to me than just a good employee. You�ve become a good friend and confidante. We seem to have a similar mindset about many things and it�s nice to have someone like you to relate with. What I�m trying to say is that I think the world of you, my friend." Paul could have knocked me over with a feather at that moment. I had never had anyone, especially another man, speak such kind words to me. I was so taken with his words that my eyes began to moisten. I tried to blink back the tears; I didn�t want him to think I was some kind of a wingnut. When I finally spoke, my voice was choked with emotion. "Thank-you for saying that." I made a loud gulp. "I�m honored to be your friend. It means a lot to me." I reached up and grasped his forearm firmly. We stood there for a few seconds just smiling at each other. Then to break the serious mood he patted me on the cheek. "Come on, Boy Scout. Get out of those pants and come swimming with me." With that said, Paul turned around and ran back to the pool with his cock flopping back and forth. He stood poised at the edge, making sure that I acknowledged his diver�s form, and then did a racer�s dive into the water. I turned away from his view like some bashful debutante and pulled my pants off. As I said, my cock had been firming up as Paul touched me, but I gave it a couple more quick strokes in the darkness of the patio to plump it up just a little more. It was then that I heard a wolf�s whistle coming from the pool. I turned around and smirked at Paul who had been watching me fluff up in the shadows. "Are you quite done preening?" he laughed. I walked toward the pool with my cock at half-mast. Not too bad, I thought. As I approached the water�s edge Paul cupped his hands around his mouth and announced to the whole neighborhood with a booming voice, "Ladies and Gentlemen�may I present the next Mr. Universe, David Matthews!" I tried to hush him with my finger against my pursed lips, but he started hootin� and hollerin� like a drunk at a bachelor party. Then he swept a huge wave of water with his arm and splashed me thoroughly. "All right," I shouted, "now you�ll pay!" I jumped off the pool�s edge and landed in the water curled up in a cannonball, completely drenching Paul. Then I grabbed him by the shoulders and dragged him under. He wrestled out of my grasp, shot out of the water laughing and then splashed me again in the face so I grabbed him and spun him around in a powerful bear hug. He tried to wriggle away like a fish, but I held him so tight that he couldn�t move. My thickening cock was pressed into his asscrack. To my surprise he reached up behind his back and squeezed it firmly. "Hey, boy, we�re not in prison," he gasped, obviously aware that I was getting hard. "Don�t be so sure, buddy," I yelled back. I held him steadfast with one arm as I worked down his torso with my other hand until I found his thick cock. I can�t believe I was so bold, but I actually stroked his full length several times before I pushed him away from me. We both laughed uproariously and splashed each other for a few more seconds. Then we swam to the deep end of the pool where we hung on the side as we huffed and puffed like racehorses. As we regained our composure, I noticed Paul repeatedly checking out my hard-on. He finally pulled himself out of the water and spun around to sit on the deck with his legs hanging in the water. His cock lay on the deck like a fat eel between his thighs just a foot away from me. I could have bent over and taken it in my mouth if I�d had the nerve. He might have sensed my interest when he pulled himself onto his feet and stood directly over me knowing that I was admiring his meat. I looked up at him, past that beautiful cock into his face. "Would you like some more wine, David?" He didn�t wait for an answer as he smiled and walked back toward the house. I watched from my vantagepoint in the pool as he moved about the kitchen getting a fresh bottle of wine out of the fridge. He brought the bottle out to the patio, filled our glasses, and plopped down in his chair. He made no move to put his pants back on. I pulled myself out of the pool and returned to the patio, standing beside the table with my cock touching the cool edge of the table�s glass. Paul looked me up and down, studying my body. "It�s so warm out here, why don�t we just sit here and let the breeze dry us off?" "Sounds good to me," I said as I took my seat. Paul pulled his chair around the table and placed it about two feet in front of me with his soft cock draped over his thigh. We sipped our wine as we looked at each other. I guess I must have had a perplexed look on my face. "You seem very pensive," Paul said. What are you thinking about?" "Well," I said, "I�ve been wanting to ask you a question for a long time." He nodded. "Since I started working for you, we�ve had some situations where we�ve become pretty intimate. That time in the restroom, the things you�ve told me about you and Lily and other times when you seemed to be watching me. I�m just curious. Are you�gay?" Instead of getting angry, Paul just smiled, as if he were trying to think of how best to answer. "I do have a very liberal attitude toward sex," he answered. "I guess my parents are to blame for that. When we were kids, my Mum and Dad often walked around naked in front of us. They didn�t go out of their ways to expose themselves, but they would walk from the shower to their bedroom without putting on a dressing gown. I think they wanted us to realize that there was nothing shameful about the naked body. They felt that Puritanical attitudes about �nudity being sinful� were foolish. So, I learned from them to appreciate the body, whether it belonged to a woman or a man." I noticed Paul�s cock was getting thicker. At one point he reached down to shift it. "But you still haven�t answered my question," I said. "Are you gay? Have you ever had sex with a man?" "Well, not exactly," he answered mysteriously. "Years ago, I was on assignment in Saudi Arabia with an associate named Ian. We were overseeing the construction of a resort hotel outside of Bahrain. As you may know, Saudi has very strict rules against drinking and what not. Nightclubs don�t exist in that country. So, Ian and I spent most of our nights in the hotel room. On one particular night, he walked out of the bathroom naked looking for a fresh pair of shorts. It was the first time I�d seen his cock, which is even bigger than mine." "Oh, my God," I gasped. "Exactly," Paul answered. "Well, we were two horny bucks in a sexually conservative country. One thing led to another and eventually we started masturbating together and did so during the rest of our stay in Saudi." By now, Paul�s cock was rock hard and it was at least nine inches long! He reached down to stroke it and I began to do the same with mine. We eyed each other silently like two hungry wolves for what seemed like hours until I couldn�t stand it anymore. I had reached my breaking point. "Paul, you have a beautiful cock. I�m sure you�re aware that I�ve been staring at it all night. May I touch it?" Without a word, he pulled his chair in front of mine and sat back down with his legs far apart, holding his cock out to me. I immediately gripped his beautiful manhood and stroked it firmly from base to tip. I squeezed a pearl of pre-cum out of his pee-slit, which I wiped off with my finger and smeared on the head of his blistering cock. "Oh my God, that feels wonderful," he said as he leaned his head back. I stroked his cock and mine at the same time because I wanted us to cum together, but when Paul got close to shooting he had a different plan. He leaned forward to grab the back of my head and pulled me toward his raging cock. I hesitated, never having had a cock in my mouth and being somewhat uncertain as to what to do. Paul lurched uncontrollably in his chair as I stroked him furiously. His cock and my hand were slick with his pre-cum and his ballsac was bloated and stretched. "Please," he begged, "I need this. Please suck me! " I let Paul guide my mouth to his blistering cock. I got on my knees in front of him, slid my lips over the head and, to my surprise, took all nine inches down to the base. I had wanted this for a long time! I sucked him hard, wanting to give him the best orgasm of his life. Paul fucked my mouth as I squeezed his balls. Then with one last powerful lurch he jammed his cock far into my mouth and froze. What came next felt like a wet explosion as his thick, tangy cum splattered against the back of my throat. This was the first time I had tasted cum; slightly salty and sweet. I swallowed as fast as I could, but he kept cumming. Globules of white spunk dribbled out of the corners of my mouth. We sounded like two wild animals grunting and groaning as we tried to rip every last intense sensation out of each other. I aimed my scorching cock at the ground between his feet, but I ended up shooting all over his ankles. Paul yanked his cock so hard I feared he might rip it off. I think he wanted to squeeze out every last drop of cum for my consumption. Paul�s body went limp and his head slumped back against chair as he reveled in the afterglow. He moaned and ran his fingers through my hair while I lovingly licked his shaft from base to tip, cleaning off all the cum I had spilled. Then I worked my way down to his smooth balls and lathered them with my tongue. When his cock began to soften he smeared it over my face like a wet squeegee as I licked his fingers. "My friend," he said breathlessly, "that was incredible. I�ve never had such a powerful orgasm." He leaned forward to take my head in his hands and, to my utter surprise, he kissed me. Hard. I responded by pushing my tongue deep in his mouth and we probed each other passionately. My thoughts reeled as Paul held me against his body. What I had only previously fantasized about had just occurred. I just had sex with a man! I took his cock in my mouth, sucked him, swallowed his seed and most importantly of all, I loved it! That night was a turning point in my life because I learned without a doubt that I was in fact, gay. No more wondering. No more acting. And you know what? I was happy and content. For so long I tried to pretend I was something that I knew deep down inside was a lie. Now I knew who I was and what I was. And it felt good. I have Paul to thank for that. After we finished kissing, Paul stood up in front of me; I was still on my knees. His cock was getting firm again. This guy truly was a sex machine! I wrapped my fingers around his cock and directed it once more toward my mouth, but he stopped me before I could get my lips around the head. When I looked up at him for an explanation he had a quizzical smile on his face. Without a word he reached down, took hold of my arm and helped me to my feet. Then he took me by the hand and led me into the house and to his bedroom. Pulling down the bedspread, he motioned for me to lie down. "Go ahead and relax. I�ll be back in a moment." I stretched out on the bed and casually played with my cock as Paul went into the bathroom. When he came out he had another giant hard-on and a tube of K-Y. He climbed onto the bed, kneeled between my legs, squirted some lube into his palm and smeared his cock with it slowly from base to head. Then he lifted my legs over his shoulders and pointed his greasy cockhead at my asshole. "This might hurt a little at first," he said, "but I think you�re going to love it." He was right. On both counts.