It all started when I met Paul, a manager in a different department. I started working in as an intern. He was 47, and I was 19. From the beginning, we got along very well, even though we were from different departments. We joked around and had good conversations during work and afterward when we went out for beers. At first, we went with coworkers, but soon it was just the two of us, and each conversation became more personal.
At that time, I had a girlfriend; we had been together for almost a year, but it wasn't a healthy relationship, and we were at the point of not knowing whether to continue or break up. About Paul, I learned that he was divorced, had no children, and there was a rumor going around that he was bisexual. Everything was going well until one time we went out for beers. He was staring at me intently while we talked about what to do about my relationship, but I noticed he was looking at my lips a lot and started touching my leg with his hand. I hadn't realized my face was so close to him. I started getting nervous and wanted to get closer to him, but my heart was racing. That night I made up an excuse that I had to leave quickly because I had a test the next day. It wasn't a lie, but all night I couldn't stop thinking about what had happened, and I ended up touching myself thinking about him. I'd never touched myself thinking about a man before.
The following week we didn't talk much at the office. We only exchanged glances now and then, until a colleague's birthday party at a bar. They started handing out drinks, and I ended up feeling a little dizzy. I talked to Paul, and I could still feel the tension between us, so we agreed to leave the party discreetly.
Around midnight, Paul offered to drive me home. Although I initially accepted, we talked for a bit once we got in his car and started driving:
"I don't want to go home, Paul. I want to talk to you. Things have been strange between us, and I know it's because of that night at the bar. Is there something you want to tell me?"
P: "Honestly, I've been quite attracted to you since the first few times we went out, but I don't think this is right. You're too young for me, and even though I'm not your boss, I'd be in a lot of trouble if anything more happened..."
"Something like this?" ..... I unbuckled my belt, unzipped my pants, took his right hand from the steering wheel, and placed it under my underwear so he could feel my crotch, which was already starting to get erect.
Paul changed direction, heading towards his house. We arrived quickly. My heart was racing, and he never took his hand off my crotch.
We went into his house, he closed the door, led me to his room, we took off our clothes, and once we were in bed, we started kissing desperately. He kissed my neck and then my mouth. I got even more turned on and went under his covers to his groin. As I went down, I kissed every part of his body, and for a moment he wanted to say again, "This isn't right..." but it was too late. I started masturbating him. His cock was big, and it didn't take long for me to suck it over and over again, and I enjoyed it. Then he grabbed my head and forced me to take his penis all the way down my throat. I asked him: You liked it daddy?" and he made me suck him again.
Then I went back up to him and kissed him again. He started masturbating me, and I began to feel something else. He was fingering my ass. I had never moaned so much in my life. He paused for a moment, took lubricant from a drawer, and applied it to my anus. Then he applied more to his erect penis and began to penetrate me gently. It hurt for a few moments, but I opened my legs wider to make it easier for him to enter. The lubricant helped a little. After a while, he started to pick up the pace, thrusting in and out faster and faster. I could only feel it sliding inside me. I kept repeating his name and telling him to fuck me harder, calling him "daddy" or "yeah daddy, I need your cum". It felt so good that I didn't want him to stop. Finally, I felt him come inside me; I felt everything spilling out of my asshole.
After that night, I went back to his place after work so he could fuck me again, and I returned home with his cum inside me.