My life is funny sometimes. Ever heard of the way people swear that they always seem to have bad times on this day or that, or in that particular time of the month, or somewhere around Christmas? Yeah... you've probably said it yourself a dozen times. In the shower, after stubbing your toe, after seeing that cum shot go flying straight into your just bought shoes. (or is that just me.). And I bet you've said it at least once on a Monday.

Ok... Theoretically, Mondays suck. In a THIS IS A BAD day sense of course, no need to get all dirty on me people, that part's for later. Yes, Monday, no matter who you are - student, social worker, bodybuilder from hell, Mondays will always truly suck. So usually, every time I have an encounter with some gorgeous hunk, whom I probably never get to see again thanks to us being interrupted by a member of the public. its usually on a Monday.

Oh, where are my manners, I start straight off into my story and I don't even introduce myself. The name's Richard. Richard Mackgomery, at your service. And I truly mean that. Born into a rather posh family, disowned when I got caught in bed with one of the men of the house. It wasn't entirely my fault that I was tighter than a champagne glass that day- I had just sworn off gay sex until the ripe age of 31 a few months ago after a rather intense encounter with not one, not two, but 5 guys at once.

Long story, I might share it sometime - and that he simply couldn't shut his mouth when he came inside me. And it wasn't my fault that he was also my stepfather, and that my Uncle - whom I had been planning to do the very next week, caught us both. But that's for later as well. Much later.

I don't really think I have to tell you people that prefer men. It is pretty obvious. I don't act very gay, hell, I'm a straightforward man who likes beer and football. and. uh. likes to cook and interior decorate. But I never tell people I do that! Hell no! Instead, I just hang around bars - straight and gay - looming in the corner, eyeing the beauty of God's creation. And loving it every step of the way.

Where was I. oh yeah, introductions. I'm slightly tanned, blue eyes, brown hair with a hint of blonde, and a fairly fit partially hairy body, with neatly shaven cute face to match. I'm other words, I am damn good looking and sexy to boot. And modest too. Now, as much as I would LOVE to share the other aspects of my incredibly boring life with you, I'd just skip the rest of the bull and get on with the story. Besides, my fingers are getting tired and I'm hungry. AND I'm running out of good things to say about myself too.

This story, with its ups, downs, and im-betweens, takes place on everybody's FAVOURITE day - Monday. On this bright, and early morning, if I remember it as clearly as I hope I do, I stood outside my workplace of the summer, a huge Packing warehouse, where we basically pick up CDs, DVDs, and ship them to various points of the country. Great pay, excellent dental insurance. And essentially BORING. I didn't like this job, it was beyond boring, nobody liked to talk while working, and on top of all that, ALL The beary guys were straight! ARRGH! All the sexual tension of being single the whole summer had boiled down to that one fact. Somehow, as weird as it sounds, every single man I had ever been with had decided that this year, instead of spending it in bed with pretty much the most gorgeous human on the face of the planet, ((ha, and you thought I had run out of things to say about myself :D)) had instead opted to travel abroad, and find their sexual release elsewhere. In other words, my thumb was ALL I had been getting in the last couple of weeks.

With all this sexual tension, it was a wonder I hadn't tried to convert the 'breeders' at work to my dirty, yet fulfilling cause. For all I knew, they probably watched my rear end with real unearthly interest when I bent down to pick up loads. But until that Monday, I hadn't cared less what the people of work thought of me, or what they wanted from me. Until then all I wanted was to get rich from the money, then fly over to England or whatever and let some hunk fuck my brains out. And that was what had been running through my mind, that fateful horrible Monday evening, during closing time, when I dropped a huge crate on the boss's left foot.

Ok, let me break it down into more understandable terms: Act 1: Sexy little old me picks up big box full of items of non-description. Act 2: While picking things up, stubs cutey toe into non-de-script wood-piece on floor. Act 3: yelling, drops package straight down, and onto the foot of bear-god who was approaching to say hi. Or your fired. Which ever came first. Immediately, without looking to see who I had done such horribly damage to, I drop to the floor, picking up the package while endlessly streaming 'sorry's and 'please forgive me's all over the victim.

"Hey hey. its alright", he stated, doing his best to hide the pure rush of pain in his face. And failing. I know this because it was at that moment that I looked up, slightly blushing, and stared into am and who, dare I say, may be more handsome than myself.

The first thing I noticed was the beard that spread from ear to ear, and over his lips as well, yet not as dirty as most people would come to have if they refused to shave for a week or two. In fact, it looked almost as if he trimmed it. His hair flowed over his back in a sweet ponytail; his bushy eyebrows were bent upwards in a mix of pain and amusement - a look he shall soon be giving me - and underneath his shirt I could see the makings of a VERY hairy chest. I couldn't have controlled the hard-on I got even if I was in a cold shower. In Moscow. While watching the guy from Jackass stick a needle in his eye.

"I'm so. uh." at once, I brought the box up to waist level, hoping it would hide my erect cock. "Look, are you sure your alright, I mean, it was pretty heavy.."

"Oh I'm fine," he stated, now with a slight twinkle in his eyes. Did he notice me staring at his face in lust and the attempt to hide my glory?

"Things have been falling on my foot since I started working here, I'm used to it now."

And it was then that I realised what I had done. I JUST DROPPED A BOX ON THE BOSS! BOSS! MONEY GIVER! PROVIDEER OF MY FUCK TRIP TO SPAIN! SHIT! And in panic. I dropped it again.

Yes, I know what your thinking. I'm clumsy. Well, whenever I get nervous, angry, or anxious, just make sure you don't have something breakable within a 50-mile radius nearby. I rushed over to him, forgetting about my now exposed hard-on, and held him by the arms, apologizing all the way. Everyone at work tried their best to give the 'I'm not looking at those two, and I'm struggling not to laugh my head off for a completely different reason entirely," routine and the boss doubled over in slight pain. It took me a while to realise that he wasn't just doubling over because he was thinking of different ways to fire me. but instead, his head, and eyes, had made a beeline with my crotch.

Instantly, I knew what kind of situation I was dealing with.

According to the news that spread during lunch hours, he wasn't gay, and had slept with a whole lot of women in his life. The stories came from the females themselves, so I knew better than to doubt it. He wasn't gay. Yet.

But that didn't mean he didn't have gay feelings. Ho yes. He had probably come to me to give the standard 'welcome to the team' speech, and had found something else. Something new, something he had never thought off.

And by the tent that was slowly forming in his trousers, I knew he wanted me as much as I wanted him.

Only he didn't know that. Yet. There was no stopping this. It's been so long for me.

I flashed him a devilish smile as he looked up at me, blushing as he realised I just noticed his small peeping. "uh." He started. No way was I going to let him get out of this one.

"Here. Let me take you to your office,” I said, pointing to his office just over 50 metres away. Around me, I could hear the sounds of people stopping their work to close up, the final shift done. Good, I thought, we were going to be alone, since he always stays behind to finish up the final paperwork, nobody will miss him. We slowly made our way over to the office, people pasting us without a word said, clueless to our - well, my - real intentions. All the way, with his arm around my shoulder, I could feel it cropping my skin tenderly, and perhaps, involuntarily. Oh I was going to have my fun with this one.

We reached it, stepping into the simple office, the desk, chair, and two-man sofa staring at us, breathing steamy sexual encounter with every wooden pore. I locked the door behind us gently placing him on the sofa. He looked up with a slight 'thanks', and then laid his head back, reeling.

When his head came back down, to tell me that I could go now, I was sitting on the desk, one leg up, and my hard-on was clearly showing beneath my trousers. He stared, gulping, his own tent forming a slight wet spot in his shorts.

"So. You sure your ok boss?" I asked running my hands down my leg slowly, my face now that devoid of emotion. I knew I had him; I just wanted to reel him in Real Slowly. Grabbing a bottle from the desk, I stared at him as I had a short sip.

"uh. I. I'm not." He started again. Idiot. Wrong answer.

"Yeah, whatever," I said. "Look, there's only two ways out of this. You can sit there, rubbing your now obviously hard cock, tell me to leave and go home to your sweet little wife, and while your pounding her, think of the chance you missed of a good fuck, or you can shut up, open that zip, and get laid. Either is fine by me. Just hurry up and make up your mind. I'm rather impatient, and 'Queer as Folk' is on at 8."

Taking another sip from the bottle, I placed it down on the table, and rose, slowly walking to the door.

For a second, just as my hand touched the doorknob, my fingers reaching for the key, he really had me going. I had actually believed, for just a second, that he was going to let me leave. That I had lost all the seductive powers that was my merit. But just for a second. I was rusty, yes, but not THAT rusty.

"Wait." he muttered, causing me to stop and turn. He looked straight at me, his face now full of fear and lust, and unzipped his fly, revealing all seven inches of his thick man meat, wagging at my face like a puppy just begging to be put down. Hello! My hunk had been holding out on me.

At once, I left the door, covering the distance between us in three strides, and sank my thirsty mouth on the incredibly thick cock before me without so much as a 'thank you'.

There are a lot of things I enjoy. Music, food, sex, and a lot more of the last one. And as a firm dealer in the art of making love I pride myself with my skills and knowledge gained from countless encounters with other, sometimes equally skilled, gentlemen. But what I have always found rather interesting, was my ability to tell if a man was just another breeder, or 'batting for the other side' as a friend of mine would call it. And from the look of his face as my mouth went up and down on his cock told me all I needed to know about the boss. He was in SO much denial.

My mouth and tongue worked their sexual magic as I sucked down on the man before me. It was very good to know that the session was having a good effect on him as it was having on me: "Awwwww yeah. ho fuck. uhhhhhhhh. Ho god I'm not. aaaaaaawwwwwwwwwww shit yeah! Don't fucking stop you fag HO YEAH!"

Of course, at this moment in time he's still in denial. I resisted the urge to rise up and tell him DUDE! You're as much of a fag as I am. And we're going to prove the hell out of it today! Grinning, my hands went around his waist, roughly pulling down his jeans. He didn't hesitate - not that I don't know many men who would if they're being given the blowjob of their lives of course. He moaned again, spreading his legs further and his hands grasping the side of the sofa in pure pleasure. I lifted his legs, placing them on my shoulders as I continued pleasing my man, ramming his cock up and down my thirsty throat with a slight moan. My hands did their own magic, running gingerly up and down his thighs.

As my mouth left his baby-maker, and went around to swallow his large beefy balls, he moaned loudly, kicking off the jeans from his legs, and opened them wide so I could fully - and orally - 'grasp' the situation.

And grasp I did.

Soon I grew restless. The balls were of definite good quality, but I needed something a whole lot more. And this man didn't know it yet, but he was going to give it to me. "Take of your shirt" I ordered between breaths. Once again, he didn't hesitate, as his clothes were off faster than you can say 'cum'. I grinned, as I stared him seductively in the eye, and slowly ran my tongue upwards from his cock and onto his nipples, sucking them into my mouth. And boy did he love it. Had it not been for the fact that I was sure everyone was on their way out, I would have stopped then and there.

He had gone beyond just moaning and groaning. Now, he was yelling and screaming all over the place, swearing on and on. I wonder how bad his wife is in bed anyway?

My tongue, now on auto-drive, continued its deadly trek, finding its way to his armpits, where the sweat of the day's work, and the recent turn of sexual events, had accumulated, giving off a pungent, yet intoxicating smell. THAT fucked me up real good. Now I was Definitely - yes, with a capital D - going to have to fuck him. or he me. Forcibly, I grabbed him, lifting him up with as much strength as I could manage, and dumped him on the table, his back to me. My tongue did its own thing, trailing down his back amidst moans from the two of us, and found its way to his crack.

He loved it. Ho yeah: "Ho shit! Hi Shit! AAAAAWWWWW GOD FUCK! YEAAAAH!!!!! Clean it with ya tongue bitch... CLEAN it! Aw fuck yeah! I told you I was good at this, didn't I? I shoved it on and on, forcing it deeper and deeper into my boss, driving him nuts with sexual lust. With all his screaming, I was amazed at the fact that he hadn't come yet. I was extremely close, and I wasn't even the one getting rimmed!

Then came another shocking moment, as with every single amount of willpower I had, I started alternating my tongue and finger though his ass. Now, with my tongue cleaning his ass, and my finger rubbing his prostrate, he nearly went insane with pleasure. I was just happy that the other workers had left; we would have been caught by now that's for sure.

Soon, my tongue grew tired, and I ended up having to use my finger a whole lot more, adding my ring and index finger to my forefinger to give him that extra stretching before the real deal went down. Taking a finger break, I grabbed him, spinning him around again to face me, then lifted his legs and started all over, this time with my mouth on his cock. He could no longer make coherent speech, save for the few 'fuck's and 'yeah's between babbles.

I could feel his closeness, He was nearly there, I just had to continue and he would come in my mouth, simple, easy, and done. NOT! I still hadn't given him the fucking he deserved yet! And boy did he deserve it! No one turns me on this way and gets away with it.

Slowly, my free hand took off my clothes, taking care not to interrupt our lovemaking - not that he would notice in his state of course. My clothes were soon gone, and I took a break to spit on my now exposed, 8 incher.

Yes people, I'm 8 inches. I'm not THAT big, but I ain't no small croak either.

I looked up at him, wanting to see his reaction - not that it would matter of course, I was too far-gone to care. And guess what, he didn't even notice. His head was pressed back against the table, sweating like a maniac. Just as I expected. (Insert manical laughter here). Both hands, and mouth, left his body, and with my hands holding his waist steady in case he tries to move away - which he will, and my legs pulling his legs away from his ass, I started to shove my spit-lubricated man-meat inside of him.

He moaned. GOD he moaned. At once, cries for pleasure turned to screams of 'Ho shit! Get that thing outta me! Fuck man I ain't gay! I ain't gay! I ain't… arrrrrrggggghhhh fuck!" That would be the time he began to feel the pleasure more than the pain then. Yep. From that moment on, he knew it. He was gay. He wasn't forming words anymore, instead, just weird, indescribable sounds of pleasure.

But at that moment, I didn't care, my cock was halfway there and I was going for broke. Slowly, I began to push, driving myself deeper and deeper into his ass, watching his face squirm with intense pleasure as I fucked his virgin hole. Damm he liked it! His mouth and eyes were open, a line of drool rolling down to the table behind him. His cock, erect and lying on his hairy belly, formed a massive pool of pre-cum all over his navel. It was almost like he was 'cuming' pre-cum as the fuck ensured. This guy was going to need far more than just a weekly fuck, that's for sure. Looks like I had found my fuck-buddy for the summer. WHOHOO! And it was with this exclamation that I fully entered him with a gasp, my pubic hairs rubbing against his hairy ass. I stayed there for a while, watching him squirm, and finally start moving back and forth on my cock in an effort to get me to fuck him. And fuck him I did.

A small gasp from me - like I said, it's been a while - And then I continued to fuck him slowly, getting his ass used to my cock. It wasn't long before I began to get impatient, and started pounding harder and faster. All the way in, and all the way out, taking care not to come fully out, or I might not get another chance to get back in. With each fuck he moved and buckled, trying to get me to go all the way inside him. With every pump of my cock into his ass he squirmed, and begun to utter 'fuck me, fuck me, fuck me' with every stroke, his eyes still in that weird gaze. Soon I was in my zone, I was gonna cum up this virgin's ass and it was going to feel damm good.

I was reaching climax with each stroke, pumping his ass over and over and over. Now I was moaning too. I could feel the sensitivity of my cock increase as I reached the final stretch, and begun to pound his ass harder and deeper.. deeper.. deeper. As I felt myself reach my height I yelled: "Get ready you bitch, because Im gonna cum in your ass! I'm Gonna… ARRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGHHHHHH"

And with that, I began to blow my load into his asshole. As I pumped into him for the final time, he screamed, and his balls revved up as he spewed his own load into my face, his chest, hismouth, the table, EVERYWHERE. Fuck, we had come together on our first ever fuck, and it had felt damm good. I collapsed onto his chest, breathing deeply as I muttered: "Ho god. that was fucking amazing."

For a virgin ass, he certainly knew how to treat a man to the finer pleasures in life. This guy was a natural-born bottom. But, there was no time for pleasantries. Fun or not, this guy just got ass-fucked for the first time, and it must have been a painful experience. Slowly, I got off him, my cock now shrunken enough for me to pull out without hurting him too much, and as he lay there, tired, confused, slightly scared, with my cum slowly dripping out of his ass, I took pity on him. His wife was the last person he should see right now, she would tell right away what happened. And Since I didn't know any of his friends.. Sounds like its time for a sleep over at my place!

I grinned, and slowly helped him off the table. He came without a so much of a mutter. Slowly, I dressed him and myself, him standing there looking like a total idiot while I made sure his clothes where on right, and then I spoke: "look, its been a wierd thing for you, I'd take you your house, but I don't think you need to be near your wife right now, she'll know what you've been up to. So I'm going to take you to my place for the night ok? Tomorrow you can tell her you were working late."

He nodded slightly, understanding what I meant, and gave me no hassle as I escorted him to my car, driving him to my place. I wasn't going to fuck him again that night, that was for sure. But at least I would get a chance to explain myself in the morning. And who knows, I might show him just how much of a homo he was in the morning. I smiled slyly: maybe Mondays weren't so bad after all.