The Plan

8. Greg

GregThe week started fairly well. I wore tight pants and loose trousers, and it seemed to be working to a reasonable degree, at least so that I didn’t obviously have a hard-on all the time. That wasn’t to say Simon no longer had an effect, but I could use my clothes to hide it, and the desk that was between us a lot of the time. I set up the project room so we were facing each other since we would need to talk, but I didn’t have the same chance to study him because it would have been a bit too obvious. I was impressed at his work too, yet another way he was just too damn perfect. Even after day one his input moved things along majorly. Even if I was going to be frustrated permanently at least I would do a good job here.

In the evenings I managed to keep my mind off Simon. Not that I wasn’t horny as hell and the moment I could sort myself out I did, but I kept my thoughts to other things. I didn’t want to get into another situation where I let my mind run away from me. I started watching some of the porn films I had just so I could wank off to a scene on the tv rather than one running in my head, because I knew if I let that happen whatever snuck into my thoughts would star Simon.

On Wednesday when I got home I stripped and turned on the porn as was now becoming usual. Twice during the evening I beat off to a particularly hot scene where a guy was sucking c**k expertly and eventually took a load in the face. I liked that sort of scene, and in the old days used to like either giving or receiving a facial, although I didn’t do it all that often. If you’ve only got a couple of hours with a guy you tend not to get involved in too much of what you might like to happen, you just go with the flow. I also enjoyed the sucking and swallowing so it all worked for me.

When I went to bed I still had the scene in my head. I thought about going for the hat-trick, but I was too tired to worry about it, and I wasn’t fully hard so I figured the edge had been taken off my s****l frustration. I turned out to be wrong.

~I felt the bed shift as Simon edged in beside me, and rolled over to face him, finding myself caught in his deep brown eyes. My arms went out to pull him close to me but he gave a grin and slid down the bed out of my grasp. My eyes stayed on his, and even as he descended further he kept our gazes locked, and I knew he could see my desire as much as I could see his. He slid his face across my taught stomach, making me groan as I felt his tongue flick across my skin. He stopped at my belly button and swirled his tongue around inside, as if he was french kissing it. I just lay there, letting him tease me as my pleasure built. His mouth went past my c**k without touching it, even though it was erect and practically begging for attention. His eyes shifted to take in the view of it for a moment before he looked back at me with an amused grin.

His focus then went to my crotch. His long hair fell around me and I could feel it tickling my legs and it hid him from my view. I couldn’t see exactly what he did, but I could feel him licking and nuzzling my balls. He treated them in turn to being sucked into his hot mouth and his hand went to hold the other so it didn’t feel neglected. My c**k did, but not for long. His lips came away from me and his tongue slowly licked up the length of my shaft, making me moan in pleasure even before he reached the head and gently lapped up the precum that was forming there. His gentle kitten licks were driving me wild but were not enough and as as though he sensed that he suddenly dived down, taking half of me into his mouth. The heat was intense and the movement of his tongue and lips, soon added to by his hand jacking off the lower portion of my d**k had me writhing and moaning in pleasure.

I was panting in short breaths, trying not to get carried away too quickly, but no amount of time was going to be long enough for my liking. If I could have Simon permanently sucking my c**k I thought I would. He seemed to be enjoying himself too, and I felt his moans around me as he played with me. Soon it was too much, and nothing I could do could stop it. I gasped loudly as I felt my body tense, and suddenly there was cool air around my d**k and I was shooting hard into the air. My eyes were closed but I knew what I would see when I opened them. Despite only having just shot, my c**k started twitching when I saw the sight of Simon covered in my c*m and licking his lips as he smiled at me.~

I groaned. I could feel the sticky wetness around me and just as I was hoping that Simon would clean me up I realised I had been dreaming. The effect on my body though was not my imagination. I was lying in sweaty and c*m-stained sheets, breathing hard as I recovered from an intense wet dream. In fact probably the best one I had ever had, but then it had been a lot of years since that last happened. I groaned again, less with pleasure, when I realised that now Simon was even invading my sleep. It didn’t matter what I tried, I wasn’t going to get over this infatuation easily.

On Thursday I was distracted and Simon noticed. I tried explaining I hadn’t had much sleep, and he seemed to believe me. It was kind of true, it certainly hadn’t been a restful sleep. In reality, I couldn’t look at him without remembering my dream, and having the star of my fantasy right in front of me all day was driving me crazy. I rang Carl at lunchtime to try and get some moral support.

‘Help bruv, I’m going mad here.’

‘Just talk to him. Start some subtle conversation so you can sound him out and then tell him you’re gay. The worst that can happen is he isn’t, but at least you will know. I can’t help other than that, it’s not like I’m psychic, is it Greg?’

‘What if he freaks out and doesn’t want to talk to me?’

I heard a deep sigh on the other end of the phone. ‘He’ll still have to work with you, but you’ll know. Most people don’t mind even if it’s not their bag. Anyway, you can find out if he’s a homophobe first, don’t just blurt it out.’

‘I’m not sure I’m going to be able to.’

I heard an even deeper sigh as Carl despaired of me. ‘Fine. Friday night we are going out clubbing. You, me and the missus. We’ll go to the gay bar and you can try looking for some eye candy and get him out of your mind for five minutes. But there is only so much I can do to help. You have to find out if you stand any chance, or you’ll never get over this.’

‘I know.’ I said as I ended the call. A night of dancing might at least get my mind off things temporarily, but it wasn’t going to sort out what I was going to do. Still, only a day and a half of pleasurable torment to go.