Incident at the Party: Chapter 4
On a Wednesday afternoon late in the day, I found myself engrossed in the planning process for a kitchen decoration project when my phone buzzed. I knew who it was even before I looked — Glenn, asking if he could come over. I typed out my response and was about to send it, but then I strolled over to the window instead.
From the window, I could see Glenn standing at the back of his van, replacing bins with packaging after finishing a job. He pulled his phone from his pocket, laughed, and continued with his cleaning. With a grin, I sent the text and observed him respond by checking his screen.
Glenn had begun visiting me once a week, each time among the highlights of his week. He never stayed overnight, just arrived to share a meal and enjoy a session of sex. No two midweek visits had been the same, with either sexual intercourse or food taking precedence, sometimes even both.
It had been a while since Glenn's facelift from his wild past. After quitting excessive alcohol consumption, eating healthily and having regular sex, he had become even more handsome than before. Different folks at work had noticed and presumed he had finally met a girlfriend.
We had come a long way from our hostile first encounter. Despite our secret relationship, we had developed intimate ties.
When Glenn arrived on that day between Wednesday morning and evening, his desire for sex was apparent in his actions. He kissed me and tried to push me to the bed, urgently removing his sweater, unzipping his pants, and freeing his cock. I dropped to my knees and relished sucking him until he became hard. I was promptly hauled up, turned around, and made to present my rear. Glenn began licking my anus, his tongue slithering through my crack while he held my checks apart.
I remained amazed at how much Glenn delighted in rimming me, now a crucial part of our lovemaking. He purposely pushed into my anus a minute later, grabbing my rear and stretching my hole before he found the pole between my cheeks. His movement signaled he wanted to go deep, and I groaned.
He buried his cock up my back passage, sending me a groan when he found the ultimate depth, his pubic bone rubbing my bum. He proceeded to violate me with furious thrusts, his thick cock feeling massive inside my craving hole. When he came, it was sudden, followed by the release of a substantial load within me.
After cleaning up, we enjoyed a shepherd's pie without clothing, had a small talk, and saw some TV. Glenn's hand stroked my member to regain my erection before kissing me. We swallowed some sperm and immediately shared a kissed, tasting my semen.
We bathed and slept that night, and I was already anticipating another weekend with him. Just before the weekend arrived, Glenn did not rush to fuck, preferring to just lounge on the couch and share pizza. The evening was blissfully carefree, and we listened to music as we consumed the drink.
While relaxing, Glenn seemed worlds apart from previous times. We snuggled together in the morning and finally woke to find his erection at my back entrance, aching for entry. We spooned and were tangled in each other's arms as he entered me, but he seemed on the brink of erupting and did not last, pulling out, rolling onto his back, and kissing me.
I asked, "Glenn, why does this all feel so natural?"
I patted his head in response, and he smiled.
"It just does."
He snuggled with me for a while, ultimately bringing his hand to my chest.
"Everything feels so natural, Mark. You understand what I mean?"
I responded, "Yes, Glenn, it does."
That Friday evening, our menu consisted of pizza. In contrast to earlier, we didn't seem to have a sexual appetite. Glenn simply enjoyed resting on the couch with me as we consumed wine and discussed any topics that came to mind.
We spent the night in bed together, eventually falling asleep, his arms wrapped around my back.
The next morning, he awoke to a boner and entered me, pushing deeply into my back entrance. As he embraced me, his finger trailed my chest, then everything stopped.
Glenn asked, "Why does this feel so right?"
I ran my hand through his hair.
"It does just feel right."
"Why are you so profound?"
Our weekend passed quickly as our intimacy continued, with morning and evening sessions and elevenoclock coffee in the coffee shop, sharing delightful moments, and even casual walks outside. His body seemed to reflect how much it meant to him, and we simply lay in each other's arms. The lovemaking was spurred by a deep, passionate, and fulfilling relationship and described their night cooking dinner and returning for more passion.
Note.
This concludes the story of Glenn and Mark. Forgive me if it reads like something out of an MM romance novel, but this truly portrays the events as they appeared in my head.
I excitedly thought 'yes!' but maintained a cool exterior.
"It's a good idea, we can peruse the newspapers there and they make oversized Danish pastries."
So, we sat down in a comfy corner leather sofa with cappuccinos and pastries, sharing the newspapers.
Halfway through, one of my neighbors entered and I introduced Glenn as my friend. We conversed for a short period, and then, he ordered a take-out coffee and left.
Glenn appeared slightly uncomfortable, then took a deep breath.
"There's no sign above my head indicating that I'm sleeping with you."
He couldn't suppress a smile.
"Yes, you're right. This is simply a new experience for me."
After our little coffee outing, we spent the afternoon in the backyard, painting the shed and installing trellises for shrubs.
We enjoyed ourselves as we worked together in the sun, with Glenn occasionally passing by, softly patting my rear or simply putting a hand on my shoulder. The thought of him staying with me kept popping up in my mind.
Late in the afternoon, we stepped back and admired our work, then headed inside to clean up.
We took turns in the shower, also something else Glenn enjoyed now, washing away the dirt while running soapy hands over each other's bodies. I felt Glenn's solid cock rubbing against my behind as he showered my back.
"Ride me," I said, partially shutting off the water.
His shaft slid smoothly into me.
He felt incredibly hard, stationed deep within my hole, and began furiously thrusting his hips against me, his hands fondling my nipples and stroking my stomach.
The water trickled down between us as our bodies slammed together, the sound of torrential rain outside in stark contrast to our urgent sex.
His thrusts increased, his palms gripping my nipples, providing a wondrous torture. He moaned.
"You're about to have your anus filled any moment now. Are you ready?"
"Oh damn yes."
He plunged into me one final time, flooding me with his hot seed. He jerked a few more times before wrapping his arms around me, kissing my neck.
The post-intercourse cuddle we shared was wonderful. Now, I didn't expect another round of sex from his thick, long cock - something I loved - but rather yearned for the sweet companionship of his arms embracing me.
"That was incredible."
We originally intended to watch a movie, but our focus was gone.
I briefly remedied the mess in my beard, and he said:
"Do I have mayonnaise in my beard, perhaps?"
No, but he knew why I inquired.
"Tell me, how I thrill you?"
"Likewise."
"I've never had this emotion before, and it's a bit frightening."
"Is it the good frightening?"
"Definitely. Can we retire to bed?"
I honestly believed that he'd penetrate my anus in the morning, but, instea, he only wanted our bodies connected so he could touch and feel me.
"I need your bare skin pressed against mine, so I can stroke and caress you."
When he uttered those words, I completely melted into him, and I wished we could continue this forever.
Early Sunday morning, the romantic Glenn vanished, and he was rubbing his morning wood against my hole, preparing for another tryst.
He kissed my back while pushing his tongue into my anus, penetrating me with his firm erection.
He replaced his tongue with his hard cock, powerful thrusts filling me with his length, his balls against my butt.
Once more, he stroked my erection in unison with his thrusts, which became increasingly rapid and urgent, as he fucked into me, desperate to climax.
His intense gaze was locked onto mine, as he put his hands on my erection, increasing the intensity, stimulating me while he drove his shaft into my rectum.
His hands guided my erection, causing me to stream cum high above us, while Glenn's explosive orgasm filled my rectum.
He collapsed on top of me and I wrapped my legs around him, while he leaned in and kissed me with passion.
We cleaned up in the shower together, then enjoyed breakfast, which Glenn volunteered to obtain.
By the time he came back, the rain intensified, rendering our backyard work infeasible. With no use for the newspapers anymore, and our bellies filled, we found ourselves in bed.
In the midst of a heavy downpour, we played around in the cozy confines of my room.
Glenn's back, brandishing his tongue, was granted passage between my cheeks, indulging in some rimming. He'd already planted warm, sucking kisses on my lower back and behind.
I had a feeling he could sustain this behavior for eternity, so I simply relinquished myself to the onslaught of pleasure.
Eventually, he yanked me up so he could wrap his lips around my balls and began rolling them around his mouth, licking my scrotum while his hand worked on me.
Next, he lay down to assume a supine position, which permitted him to take my member inside his mouth as he focused on giving it some careful attention.
We swapped places so that we were both in a 69 scenario, each of us with an erection to feed on, sharing a mouthful of warm flesh while our own erections were feverishly played with.
The immediate attainment of our climax resulted in the release of a great slab of ejaculate in the mouth of the other person, prompting a victorious swallows from both ends.
Afterwards, we shuffled to a trailing position for a deep, lingering kiss. I contemplated Glenn's shape, which still bore the shattered remnants of his ejaculate from the tip of his cock.
"Could you stuff your cock up my ass for a second?"
I then proceeded to lay supine, and he thrust himself into me.
The weight of his entire body on me garnered a contented sigh from my core.
"You simply adore this, don't you? Having someone inside you?"
"Mmm, yeah. It's the thing that completes me, Glenn. I feel desired."
On the cusp of confessing the word, I managed to abstain at the last moment.
When it came time for culinary festivities, we enjoyed some salmon in a lemon butter sauce, accompanied by baby potatoes and asparagus.
Glenn dined more slowly, allowing his taste buds to enjoy the food.
"This is incredible, Mark. You're a damn good cook. I might just propose to you."
"Well, I take care of you, you don't exactly pamper yourself."
He smiled at me across the table.
"I'm touched. At least you do."
Monday morning found me in the office, planning my day. I observed Amy and Faith staring out the window before Carol sauntered up to join them.
Out of curiosity, I peered around the door.
"Ladies, what's the commotion?"
Only Carol turned to address me.
"There's been a brawl in the yard – Glenn versus Barry."
I was the first to launch myself down the stairs at superfast velocities, followed by Carol. We intercepted the slugfest. While Glenn and Barry threw ferocious punches in each other's direction, Chris danced a circle around them, attempting to place himself between the combatants.
I sprinted towards them, disregarding the onslaught of Glenn's fist and ended up flat on my back, skidding across the cement, scraping my face in the process.
Carol rushed to provide assistance. She cleared away the grit and blood from my cheek. Despite the fierceness of the brawl, it was fortunately brought to a halt.
I gazed up, witnessing Glenn's ashen expression. He took a step forward, only to be halted by Carol's orders.
"That's it. You've caused enough mayhem for the day. Just leave, Glenn."
He exited the yard and Carol helped me to my feet. She fetched the first aid kit and got down to business in mending my bloodied cheek, while Chris briefed me regarding the tasks at hand for the day.
"Where's Glenn now?"
His hesitant expression made it evident that he didn't want to reveal the information.
"Barry had taken a trip to visit his grandmother – late Friday night. He witnessed Glenn departing your dwelling with a rucksack. He decided to tempt Glenn and launched some vulgar remarks related to the backdoor romp and a few more delicately phrased derogatory words. I'll leave it at that."
I placed a hand on her arm to hinder her from progressing.
"No, Carol. Yes, I'm sleeping with him, and if you ever get acquainted with him, you'll find out that he is a rather pleasant chap."
She examined my face.
"You've fallen head over heels for him, haven't you?"
"Yes, I have. Just cover my face with a band-aid now and let us get back to work."
Clearly, the first thing I did was WhatsApp Glenn to ascertain his whereabouts and condition, but he didn't respond.
I attempted texting and phoning all morning, but he wouldn't pick up.
Little-known to me, George, who is quite inconspicuous due to his quiet demeanor, had reported the scuffle to HR at the factory, so when Barry arrived back from his job, he was escorted to Helen, the HR manager.
I endured a sleepless night. Glenn still failed to reply, and I was unsure whether to visit him or not. He could merely require time to calm down and ponder over the events. He could also be inebriated and not prepared to be sensible.
Not only had he managed to land himself in strife again, but he'd also been unveiled to everyone at work.
I decided to wait until morning.
The following day, Barry appeared as usual and came directly over to apologize to me, yet he only briefly spoke about his meeting with Helen.
Glenn was nowhere to be seen.
I attempted him a few more times, then decided to visit Helen myself.
Helen and I have a long-standing relationship, and I was hopeful for a favorable outcome for Glenn if I presented a positive case.
She examined my bruised face, but her opinion wasn't sought.
So, I conveyed what I had planned on the commute over, that I didn't want Glenn to suffer any repercussions, as it was an accident and I should have remained out of reach. Then I inquired about her conversation with Glenn.
She peered at me over the top of her glasses.
"You know I can't divulge any of this information to you, Mark, but I am curious as to your engagement in this matter."
Clearly, no one had informed her about the purpose of the altercation.
"Glenn and I have been covertly seeing one another, and Barry revealed this to everybody, which I believe he isn't yet prepared for, hence my concern for him."
Her response was akin to Carol's, yet she quickly concealed it.
"Well, what I can relay is that no disciplinary action has been taken, because I am unable to divulge such information."
We conversed a little more and I consented to go and assist him in straightening things out and visiting Helen.
I left work early and thirty minutes later, I was knocking on Glenn's studio flat door. I knew he was inside, as the neighbor who granted me entry disclosed she had heard his radio earlier yet hadn't heard him leave.
I knocked several times and told him who I was, but he did not open the door.
I leaned my head against the door.
"Please open the door, Glenn, I need to converse with you."
I stayed there for what felt like an eternity, considering giving up, but a minute later the door slowly opened.
Glenn was sober but seemed to have not slept, sporting unshaven cheeks and disheveled hair, which was normally neatly groomed. He donned old sweatpants and a t-shirt, hinting at a possible bedtime attire.
He didn't utter a word, but he did step aside to let me in.
His eyes examined the plaster on my cheek and the bruise visible below my beard. His head sank, until I said his name and he slowly lifted his gaze to gaze at me.
"I injured you."
I walked across, positioning my hands on his shoulders and nestling my forehead against his.
"It'll heal."
He didn't sink into me as he usually would, but stood rigid and uneasy.
"You require going to see Helen in HR and clear this up."
"No point, I'll likely be dismissed. This isn't the first scuffle I've had at work."
"Well you won't know unless you go, will you."
He shrugged and withdrew from me, his head hiding again.
"Come on, Glenn. Give it a try here."
No answer.
"You are aware that I have your back."
That made him raise his head.
"You genuinely care, don't you?"
"Obviously, I bloody care."
I was growing agitated with him and it was my turn to lower my head to cover my emotions.
A minute later, his arms encircled me, enveloping me tightly.
"I've truly screwed up this time, haven't I? I hit you, I've probably lost my job, and everybody now knows I'm gay as well."
"We'll sort it out, Glenn. Come stay with me tonight and we'll resolve things in the morning."
We gathered a few possessions, including his workplace uniform, as I was convinced Helen would allow him to retain his position. Then we headed for my residence.
Following a shower, a change of attire, and some food, he seemed more himself again. He was still incapable of looking at the damage on my face, but at least he was conversing.
I told him that Helen was aware of the situation and he should be completely open with her, everything would be okay in the end.
Then he explained why he lost his cool with Barry.
"I didn't really care about what he was saying about me, but when he started disrespecting you, I had to shut him up."
"Thanks for defending my honor."
There was almost a smile from him there.
We talked more about how he should approach his conversation with Helen, and then we got into bed.
He lay down with his back to me, but when I wrapped myself around him, he didn't push me away, just held onto my hand instead, until we both slept.
The next morning, I let him make the phone call to Helen and gave him a key. He also promised to message me later on.
It was a stressful day at work, and by 1.30, I hadn't heard from him, which made me anxious.
Around 2 o'clock, he sent a WhatsApp, reading 'Still have a job, see you tonight'.
The day felt like it would never end, but eventually, I arrived home to find him waiting for me.
He hugged me tightly and pushed me back onto the couch.
"I'm glad that's over. Thanks to you, I kept my job," he said.
"I don't really understand what you mean."
"Helen made it clear that if it wasn't for you, I'd be out of a job," he replied.
"Well, you can thank me later with that big, hard cock pushing against my thigh."
He led me to the bedroom, ripping our clothes off as we kissed.
I lay on my stomach and let him do whatever he wanted to my ass. He began with licking up and down my crack, before getting right in there and exploring my hole with the tip of his tongue. Swirling it around my pucker, wetting me up.
He penetrated me, lowering himself over me till I felt his entire body pressing me into the mattress. I was happy to just lay there, with him on top of me, filling my ass with his thick dick.
After a few minutes of him slowly thrusting against me, he lifted himself up on his arms and started picking up his pace. Faster and faster, deeper and deeper, till he cried out and shot a huge load of cum deep into my hole.
His legs shook as he continued filling me, the damp cum dripping out of his cock, until he finally collapsed on top of me.
I knew he'd been tense and stressed out after the last couple of days, but I understood how hard it was for him.
We ordered takeout and sat on the couch watching a wildlife show while we scarfed down our meal.
Glenn was still anxious about going back to work, and I assured him everything would be fine because I knew my colleagues.
We drank some wine before bedtime and talked about the next day. Glenn didn't seem eager at all.
"I don't think I can go back into work tomorrow," he said.
"You have to, Glenn. And I'll be right there with you, supporting you."
He didn't seem convinced, but I'd worked there a long time and knew everyone would be okay with him.
We went to bed early and snuggled close to each other.
Glenn's face was barely an inch away from mine, and his hand started rubbing my cock and balls.
"Mark, I want you to fuck me," he said.
This was something unexpected, and I didn't know what had caused this sudden desire in him.
"You sure about this?"
He nodded and kissed me, then flipped onto his stomach.
I straddled him and opened up his cheeks. Last time I did this, it didn't go well, but he wanted it, so I gently touched his ass with my tongue, licking up and down his crack, breathing deeply of his musky scent.
He shifted a little.
"You okay?"
"Fuck yeah, but your beard tickles."
I attached my lips to his pucker and probed his ass with my tongue.
Feeling him relax, I pushed my tongue deeper into his hole, licking and sucking and probing.
He stirred a little and there were moans of pleasure. I was amazed to hear this but it turned me on.
Slowly, I slid my cock into his ass, met with some resistance at first, but he let me in, his body accepting me as I entered him, inch by inch.
I held still for a moment, letting him adjust, then began to move, gradually picking up the pace.
He was wriggling underneath me, his face screwed up and his eyes squeezed shut.
I fucked him hard, his body shaking with the force of my thrusts, as his sphincter muscles gripped my shaft. It was a loud, satisfying sound as my cock was gripped by his butt.
He whimpered quietly, moans of pleasure and pain escaping his lips.
As I pulled out of him and collapsed next to him, he glanced over, his cheeks rosy, his eyes glistening.
"Was that what you were after?" I asked.
"Fuck yes," he returned with a sigh. "But your beard tickles."
The experience of being with Glenn for the first time was incredibly significant for me. The urge to continue was intense, but as I could feel my sperm rising in my balls, I released it, sending out streams of hot semen into his anus.
He cried as my seed entered his body, and I climbed on top of him, kissing and nuzzling his neck.
He turned his head to face me and there were tears in his eyes as he grasped my hand.
"I loved it, it felt incredible to have you inside me. It was as though I belonged to you, and it left me feeling incredibly desired."
"I definitely desired you."
As I was feeling quite emotional too, it had been a challenging few days for me, but this encounter seemed to be bringing us closer.
The following morning, Glenn was unusually anxious. He barely touched his breakfast, a significant deviation from his normal routine. He couldn't sit still.
I solved the issue by shoving him against the sink and sucking his dick until he grabbed my head and released my throat with a series of jerks.
I stood up and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand.
"Are you better now?"
He nodded, then grinned.
"Yes, but you might need to do that again before meeting the guys."
"Let's go."
After texting Carol to gather the team at 8am, when we opened the office door, everyone was there, pretending to be busy but waiting for our arrival.
I sensed Glenn's tension and touched his back.
Barry, a true gentleman, came over and shook Glenn's hand.
"I'm sorry for my behavior. I was completely out of line."
Glenn shook his hand, breaking the ice.
"You're forgiven, mate. I'm no saint."
He stood up to express his gratitude to everyone for putting up with his misery over the past five years before turning to me.
"I'd like to acknowledge the man standing next to me for helping me emerge from the dark place I was in and making me the person I've always wanted to be without the courage to do so."
He moved closer and kissed me in front of the entire team.
I was taken aback. In terms of coming out, this was an extraordinary way to do it for a man who had been so disturbed a few months earlier.
We received applause from the group, followed by hugs from everyone, except Carol who informed us that we had a business to run.
After an action-packed day, it was gratifying to return home.
We took showers together, then as I cooked, Glenn set the table, interrupting me by rubbing himself on me and encouraging his fingers to caress my nipples.
He was in a playful mood and had returned to his former self.
"If you want to eat tonight, you'll need to keep your hands off me."
"Coming? I just want to possess you."
He kissed my neck and his erection rubbed against my ass.
We managed to eat our meal, but when I started drying the dishes, he resumed disturbing me by rubbing himself against me each time he reached for a plate.
I placed the last dish in the draining rack, took the towel from his hand, and left the room.
"Follow me to the bedroom."
He was directly behind me, touching my ass and pushing his erection against it.
When we were both naked, we tussled playfully on the bed, touching each other's bodies. Eventually, he employed his body weight to plant me on my back, with my legs raised, exposing my hole. His hot breath greeted my pucker.
I was exquisitely sensitive to his touch, and his initial lick along my crack made my body shake violently.
As he continued to lick and kiss my hole, it reduced me to a whimpering mess, begging for his cock.
Having locked his gaze on mine, he threw me over the edge and plunged into me, lying over me.
"Satisfied?"
I reached out and stroked his face.
"Absolutely, now make love to my ass. You gorgeous man."
He complied, slamming into me, filling me with his magnificent cock.
Notes
- This text describes several events related to being with Glenn, a person who was going through a challenging time.
- The main events include the speaker's first experience with Glenn, Glenn's expression of gratitude to the speaker, and their reunion with the team.
- The speaker is initially emotional, but as Glenn's anxiety gets better, they show their playfulness and passion, engaging in playful acts and sexual contacts.
- The scene concludes with the speaker and Glenn making love.
I watched him, his beautiful, toned body starting to sweat as he thrust his hips into me, claiming my backside. His hard thrusts deepened, and I felt him filling me with his seed. As his body continued to move against mine, emptying his balls, he heaved with the effort. My fingertips connected with his, and we held hands.
His gaze met mine, and I saw lust in his eyes, joined now by something else. "I love you, Mark," he said, seeming startled by the admission.
I tightened my grip on his hand. "That's perfectly fine," I replied. "I think I've loved you since that very first weekend you stayed here."
His eyes wrinkled in confusion. "But I was a complete mess then."
"Yes, but you had potential."
His laughter was so loud that it made his cock slide out of me. "Move your hand here."
As he climbed back up my body, his cock hovered above my lips. I cleaned his shaft with my tongue, collecting every bit of his cum. Glenn's belly shook with amusement as I licked his balls, then breathed in his scent by pressing my face against his pubic hair.
The rest of the evening, we lay close but didn't speak much. In the morning, he looked over at his clothes on the chair and said, "I'll gather my belongings in the morning."
"You don't have to, you know. You can stay."
"Are you saying the entire week?"
"Well, I actually meant all the time—if you're interested."
His face lit up, and he flashed the biggest grin. "Because I can't think of anything I want more than to stay here with you. I'll be good."
I covered his mouth. "No promises. I just want you with me."
Glenn left a message with his boss and paid for the following month's rent on his flat, but arrived at my home that weekend. He carried few possessions. I enjoyed seeing his personal items around the house.
On Saturday, I prepared a special meal for us, pairing it with a nice bottle of wine to celebrate our union. Glenn radiated happiness, just wanting to be near me all the time. I prayed that he had left his demons outside.
Later on, as we made love for the third time that weekend, I thought how lucky I was to have this handsome, younger companion in my bed every night. It was early days, but our future seemed to be going in the right direction.
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