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Me and My Coworker Majid

Posted by: Yarbles Age: 27 Posted on: 23 Oct 2021 20 comments
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This true story describes events just before the pandemic and before my trilogy of stories about my Covid-19 romance. I had completed most of the writing in March 2020, so the events described are quite accurate. I began an amazing but short affair with Majid after our company Christmas party.
I work for a multinational engineering firm, though the local office in Vancouver has only about 50 staff members. I have been working on a project with a team of two senior guys and four other younger guys. The senior guys usually attend only the weekly status meetings, and the rest of us meet more frequently or work together in a small boardroom if tasks warrant. I can always smell the raging male pheromones when us five younger guys meet, mostly from myself! The other four guys are all very attractive: Eddie is a dark-haired, freckle-faced guy of Welsh background in his early ?30s who plays a lot of competitive hocky. He likes toshow off his hot breakdancing routines at company parties, yum. My fantasy is a 3way with him and his wife! Angus, of Scot background, is tall and slim with a blond crew cut who frequently goes sailing and has a bronze tan. I picture sailing with him to a remote cove, getting naked and fucking on the boat, then cleaning off with a swim! Wilson is a cute, tall and slim Hongkong-Canadian (like me) who recently received his master degree. He is a cocky, know-it-all type with a wry sense of humour, and a great bum in both jeans and dress slacks. I fantasise about tying him up and giving him a long and punishing edging session! But my current fave is Majid, a hot Persian-Canadian guy, with a compact build, thick black curly hair, a five-o?clock shadow thatdevelops by 3:00, and a huge smile. I melt. In spring and summer 2019 I watched some pick-up soccer involving him and some other co-workers (I do not play soccer because I worry about injuries that might affect my other sports). Majid likes to doff his shirt on the pitch, and he is wonderful to watch. He is a very skilled player and finesses the ball beautifully. He is about 5?7? tall,maybe 140 lb, and has a very tight V-shaped body with defined shoulders and arms, a 27? waist (or so), lovely curve to his lower back, shapely ass, caramel skin, big nipples and areolas, a bit of chest hair over is solar plexus, an enticing treasure trail from his belly button, a veined lower abdomen (always a sign of virility to me) and very hairy, sinewy legs. His mop of curly black hair is so cute to watch as it bounces! He has a small tattoo of a Zoroastrian symbol on his right shoulder, adding to his sexiness. In summer 2019 a group of us in the office decided to enter a team in an annual 10-km run sponsored by a local newspaper the following April. Before the race was cancelled during the pandemic, we hoped to win the division for engineering firms. We tried to go for training sessions a couple of times a week at lunch or after work. In October 2019, on a cold and wet day, Majid and I were the only team members who showed up at the appointed place. Undeterred, we went for a run of about 40 minutes in our rain garb. To build stamina, we liked to talk during our runs, and that day I told Majid about my cat, whom I described as my ?cute wee beastie? in my best Rabbie Burns accent. Despite the rain and cold, it was wonderful to run alongside Majid. My office building has a decent fitness facility, complete with sauna and showers, and when we returned on that cold day, we got naked very quickly and headed for the warmth of the showers. I took the farthest nozzle and, to my surprise and delight, Majid took the one beside me, rather than the typical male thing of maximizing distance. Being naked beside a naked Majid gave me a bit of a sexual flush and a semi as I soaped myself. Glancing at Majid, I saw his bare ass for the first time. His ass cheeks are very hairy, like his legs ? he is a total satyr, very hairy from the waist down! Majid also got a semi while soaping his ass and saw that I was trying to hide my glances. He said, in a Scottish accent, ?my wee beastie is also quite cute, eh? My wife goes wild for it. It has given us two boys, and another is on the way!? My response, as I desperately tried not to get a full erection, was, ?typical man,taking credit for everything. What about your wife?s uterus?? He gave me a big grin, and then we finished showering and even dried each other?s backs. He joked about my body being totally hairless except for my pubes, asking me whether we are different species. Cute!! Then we dressed and went back to the office. I concluded at first that Majid is straight, but a bit of a gay-baiting flirt, and was not sure how I would handle it. As I worked in my cubicle that afternoon, I could not get Majid off my mind and developed a strong erection that would not go away. I waited for everyone to leave the office and headed over to Majid?s cubicle, my poor cock begging for release. I laid out some tissues from the box on his desk and dropped my pants. I sat in Majid?s chair, felt its lingering warmth from his recent presence, and could smell his aftershave. I felt a sexual flush spreading from my face and down my chest as I grabbed my already throbbing cock and bucked my hips, making his chair rock. Furiously stroking with my right hand while tugging my ball sack with my left, I reached the point of no return in about 2 minutes, picturing Majid. I stood up just in time to shoot several steaming jets onto the tissues and beyond, also hitting his notice board. I wiped up his desk, dropped the tissue on the chair, then pulled my pants up. Soon after that I heard a vacuum starting up, meaning that the office cleaners were starting sooner than usual. Luckily Majid?s desk is not visible from any corridor! I quickly headed back to my desk and then left for the night. On my way home on the train, I thought back and wondered whether I had remembered to throw away the cum-sodden tissue in my haste. The next morning, I tried to beat Majid to the office but found him getting a coffee when I arrived. His coat was off, so I knew he had already been to his cubical. I felt my face redden but began to chat about work tasks for that day. His face revealed nothing, so I figured that I must have disposed of the evidence after all. The following morning, I found a sealed envelop on my keyboard with no writing on the outside. I opened it to find a lock of what was obviously curly pubic hair inside. Busted! Majid must have thought I left the tissue on purpose. During the ensuing days we said nothing about our gifts, but we exchanged grins often, and he seemed to take glee in my blushes. Unfortunately, we never had a chance to run and shower, just the two of us. A few days before the politically correct ?seasonal party? (of course nearly everyone calls it the ?Christmas party?) in early January 2020, Majid told me he would be attending sans wife because she was taking the kids to Edmonton for a couple of weeks. She had completed her master degree in engineering at U of Alberta (where she grew up), and she and her parents know several victims from the Ukrainian Airlines jet that had been recently shot down in Iran. More than half the passengers were heading back to Canada, many to resume advanced degree studies. Very sad. She took the kids so they could spend some time with other children who had lost one or both parents, just to keep their minds off things I guess. Majid had been upset, of course, though he did not know any victims personally (he attended U of Calgary, which was spared). The party was at the Blackbird Public House in downtown Vancouver for the second year in a row. During a lunchtime discussion at work a couple of days beforehand, it came up that we had received emails from our admin lady saying she had arranged for a block of discounted rooms at a chain hotel nearby, in case anyone wanted to stay over to avoid driving after having a few. Someone (maybe me, hehe) suggested it to Majid, as he lives in a suburb, and would have no particular reason to go home that night. I, always the plotter and thinking ahead! The evening of the party, I took the Skytrain to the closest station, and arrived at the pub just shortly after 6:00, when the party was to start. When I got there, I ran into group of colleagues out front who said the place was not quite ready for us, as they had just cleared out regular patrons. As an earlier group of us had gone to the St. Regis pub down the street, we all trouped there. Luckily, there was space for all of us, since a mass exodus had occurred at the end of Happy Hour at 5:30. It was a new place for me, and quite nice. As soon as I arrived, I spotted Majid at a table, and he gave me a huge smile. I was unable to sit with him because all the chairs atthe table were taken, but I asked him what he was drinking. He replied, ?my favourite, a Moscow Mule?, so I also ordered one for me, and a second for him. Not a bad drink at all. The so-called dress code for the party, as stipulated in an email from our divisional manager, was ?casual to formal, no shorts or sandals?.In January. I decided to have a bit of fun and do a split: on top I wore my shawl-collared tuxedo jacket over my beautiful white shirt with pleats down the front and a thin maroon bowtie. On the bottom I wore slightly broken in, tight Levi?s 501s with the bottom fly button duly left undone (tres gay), and my black leather Converse hightops with the logo on the side. Over everything I had on my black woolen topcoat, and a white silk scarf. I had my hair in a fetching buzzcut. Majid sure outdid my look, though. He wore a gorgeous lightweight black suede bomber jacket over an amazing cashmere/silk, emerald-green, V-neck sweater with asubtle tone-on-tone paisley pattern. His black, bespoke slacks were of a thin wool, and draped perfectly to accentuate his butt and front bulge. The look was completed with very shiny black wingtip shoes, a dark grey wool/cashmere topcoat, a red silk scarf, and a very thin gold chain that fell across his collar bones. He had grown a two-week goatee that made him look quite rakish, and his curly hair shone with some sort of product. I wanted to take him right there! About 30 minutes later (now after 7:00), someone got word by cellphone that the Blackbird was ready for us. Majid asked me to stay back from the others while we walked there, so he could have a private word. He told me he had a room at the hotel and asked me (atypically shyly) if I would like to spend time there with him after the party. I was a bit coy and answered ?hmmm,I guess I could for a while?, though my cock began to strain at the buttons of my jeans. Majid grinned, knowing I would jump at the chance to be with him. I saw the outline of his erection in his pants. Then he told me the conversation was in strict confidence, to which I replied, ?What conversation?? The party was a lot of fun ? everyone enjoyed the sumptuous buffet, the many great craft beers on tap, and the great wine and whiskey selection. I drank white wine with dinner, but afterward only two or three glasses of Guinness which, at only 4% alcohol, is a coasting beer. Though often in separate conversations from Majid, I noticed he had switched to red wine, but was also coasting. We both wanted to be in good form later! After dinner, there was some mercifully short speechifying about how wonderful our company is, etc. etc., and raffle draws. Then a great DJ took over, and the dancing began. Though some dancers were partnered, many of us were communal. I was one of the first to start, wiggling my ass to the music (no tuxedo jacket by now), then I saw one of our gorgeous tall, blonde female colleagues lead Majid to the floor. Before leaving his seat, he doffed the leather bomber jacket, revealing the emerald-green sweater to have short sleeves that displayed his finely honed biceps, with the prominent blue veins. Yum. The music was a lot of fun, and included an ABBA medley highlighted by Dancing Queen, which had me totally twirling. Then, of course, the party must: Village People?s YMCA! We all did the moves to form the letters, and I watched Majid enjoying it hugely, this sweater lifting, as he raised his arms, to reveal his belly button and treasure trail, and his large nipples protruding occasionally through the fabric. OMG! Then there was the showstopper. The DJ put on some tango music, and people on the dancefloor were a bit nonplussed. Then Majid and the Blonde took over (in a spotlight, no less). I found out afterward that they and their spouses were in a ballroom dance group. They did an incredibly erotic tango, to say the least, and I had to sit down in case my erection was obvious.Majid moved with incredible grace, and he had chosen his clothes wisely to display is physique. Geez. At about 10:00, I received a text from Majid, who was a few metres away with another group. He told me he would be making his farewells and heading to the Hotel. It had just started to snow, and he said he would tell people he had to drive home. He gave me the room number and asked me to follow about 20 minutes after his departure. After I saw him leave, I continued chatting for a short while, downed my remaining beer, and then said I needed to go to the loo for a pee. After that, I snuck downstairs to the coatcheck and headed to the hotel. I arrived at Majid?s room on the fifth floor, and when he opened the door his welcoming smile was amazing. Shortly after I arrived, and was hanging my coat, there was a knock on the door, and a room-service guy (cute Filipino about 19) delivered a bottle of champagne and two flutes. He gave us a rather salacious look as I dug in my wallet for a tip. Suspicious boy! While in my wallet, I slipped my calling card with only my name, email, and cell number between the two $20 bills I handed him. When Majid uncorked the champagne it erupted a bit and I put my mouth on the opening, sending us both into fits of nervous laughter. We sat and toasted, each gazing into the others eyes, both of us trembling a bit. After about half a glass each we both stood and embraced, first gently, then fervently, each undoing belts and removing shirts from the other. Once we were bothshirtless, I turned Majid around so I could grind my crotch against his ass while playing with his nipples. We each then dropped our pants and undies and stepped out of them, so we were totally naked, and fully engorged. I sat on a desk chair and pulled Majid toward me, so he was standing between my open legs. I gently kissed his tummy, then worked my mouth down to his belly button, then down his trail to the treasure. He gasped when I took his cock into my mouth, saying he had never been blown before, and it is not of interest to his wife. He crazily thrust his cock into my mouth like a piston, and I began to fear he would cum. I stopped and handed him his champagne. He told me I was his first man. And so, the night went from there. I will spare you further details, except to say that Majid and I had a great time with of amazing lovemaking, and lots of playful laughter. He was inexperienced in matters of gay sex, but his shyness quickly slipped away as he delighted in what I did to him and taught him to do to me! Majid had thoughtfully brought two toothbrushes and an extra sweatshirt for me, so we could stay at the hotel the rest of the weekend. I was not sure where things would go from there, but Majid and I have an understanding that our new bond will stand the test of time. I find him to be guileless, despite his flirtatious nature before at the office. He just needs a sexual outlet with someone he can totally open to about his emotions and fantasies. We have a lovely relationship. The weekend after the party, I received a text, saying it was Roddy who had delivered the champagne at the hotel, and asking if I could meet him for drinks when his shift ended that evening. Though wild horses could not have stopped me, I replied, ?hmm... sure, I guess so?...