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After finishing college with a computer degree, I went for three job interviews. All three jobs were offered to me, but I accepted the job at the smallest of the three companies. The remuneration they were offering was also slightly less that other two businesses, but somehow it just felt right. I really liked Ferdie, the owner of this medium sized engineering company that employed me. When I met him he was bubbling with enthusiasm and was far more passionate, than the other two dour idiots who had interviewed me. Ferdie had made use of freelance computer people up until then, but as he told me, it was time for his business to evolve to a full-time computer person. With the growth the company had shown over the previous year, in his opinion, this step had now become a necessity.I started working at the company the following Monday. I was initially taken around and introduced to everyone upstairs, before meeting the guys in the blue-collar division downstairs. Wray, with whom I would spend thirty percent of my time, was the boss of the downstairs division. Wray was out the office on my first day and would only be back, the following day. All the guys downstairs were friendly and there were one or two very hot looking men. The rest of the day was a blur, and exhausted I made my way back to my apartment that evening. My dad owned several apartments and houses, and I was lucky enough to rent one of these from him, for next to nothing.The next day, I met the twenty-nine-year-old Wray. He was six-foot-one tall and very hunky. He wasn’t a pretty boy, but the most ultra-masculine stud you could ever dream of. His expressive dark brown eyes radiated fervor. Wray wore his hair in a brush cut style and also sported a full beard. All the hair on his entire head was jet black. You could also clearly discern from the hair sprouting over his polo shirt’s top button, that he was fairly hairy. When he shook my hand my knees almost gave way. The one thing I noticed about him, that would later be explained, was that he had quite a few small scars on his face. Spending thirty percent of my time with him was going to be an absolute pleasure. As I would only commence working with him the following day, we agreed on meeting from nine till twelve.Upon my arrival back upstairs, one of the pretty young secretaries with fluttering eyes asked me if I had met Wray. I nodded and then got a full update on the hunk at our company. He was an amateur cage fighter and in fact, had a contest coming up in just over two weeks’ time. He fought in the light-heavyweight division and had a twenty-two to twenty-one, win/loss record, having only ever lost his second fight. Wray had apparently been telling everyone at work that his next fight would probably be his last.For the following week, my restraint was tested isvecbahis as never before. Wray and I got on very well but I was very guarded, believing him to be totally straight. Wray was intelligent, well read, and was an extremely enjoyable colleague to work with. He had been married four years before, but that hadn’t worked out and only lasted a year. He said that his arduous training schedule had caused the divorce because his wife was unable to deal with their total lack of any social life.On the Monday before his fight, he asked me if I would like to attend. His fight was on Thursday evening, at a casino about twenty miles away. I wasn’t really keen but couldn’t say no. He said that he would arrange a complimentary ticket for me to attend the event. When I asked him if he was going to win, he challenged me to a bet. If he won, I would have to take him out for dinner on Friday night and if he lost, he would pay for the meal. How could I refuse?I arrived at the casino at seven p.m. on Thursday. After a light meal, I was seated by seven forty-five in a front row seat. The show started at eight and was totally over the top for me. Wray’s fight was only up at nine and I did not know how I was going to last. Many of the guys fighting were hot, but the blood and gore were too much for me. Finally, Wray arrived in the ring with all the usual loud music and hype, which I had by now become accustomed to. His first round was rough and gruesome, and fortunes seemed to sway to and fro. Toward the end of the second round both men had bloodied faces, but Wray seemed to be getting the upper hand. Round three was one-way traffic and Wray knocked his opponent out within thirty seconds. Having had enough, I left directly after his fight.The following day I joined in with all the backslapping and compliments at work. Wray’s right eye was slightly puffy, and he had cuts on his bottom lip and above his left eye. While working together that day we finalized our arrangements for the evening. I had booked dinner at a lovely Italian restaurant a block from my apartment. At seven Wray arrived at my apartment on his large motorbike. We spoke for a while before walking to Mario’s, where dinner and conversation were excellent. Early on in the evening, Wray asked if he could use my spare room that night. After eight manic weeks of preparation for the fight, Wray wanted to let his hair down. Naturally, I replied that it wouldn’t be a problem. When we arrived back at my place later, we spoke for another hour before heading off to bed. Luckily, I had a spare toothbrush for him.At around seven-thirty the following morning I made breakfast. When Wray joined me in the kitchen only wearing his boxers, I had a hard time trying not blatantly staring at the magnificent creature before me. Wray then isveçbahis giriş asked me what I had planned for that day, to which I replied, “Nothing.”He then offered to take me on a bike ride. He had an extra helmet at his place and as he only lived ten minutes away, could fetch in no time. I wasn’t into bikes but didn’t want to look like a sissy, so agreed to his offer.After breakfast, he took a quick ride over to his place to collect the helmet and was back in half an hour. We then took off to a surprise location where he wanted to buy me lunch. For most of the journey, my eyes were closed. I did, however, enjoy having my arms around his body and it took every fiber of my being, not to get a hard-on en route. The destination was a little village next to a dam, with all kinds of shops, restaurants, and galleries. We roamed around for a few hours before having lunch at an eatery. It was a delightful day, and we arrived back at my place at around four that afternoon.As we entered my home Wray asked what I usually did on Saturday afternoons. “I usually watch DVD’s,” I replied. We then hired a DVD and sat together on the couch enjoying a really good movie.Afterwards, as we sat chatting, Wray startled me by asking, “Are you gay, Allen?”My heart almost stopped. Picking up on my discomfort he told me that he had no problem if I was. I just threw caution to the wind and confessed.Wray then told me that he was bisexual and had also enjoyed many gay encounters during the past fourteen years. At the age of sixteen he had a gay relationship, which lasted for about a year. He then had another gay relationship at twenty-one, which only lasted a few months, before finally having a short gay fling just before he got married.Wray also admitted to having a few homosexual one night stands in the preceding years. Being from a conservative background, however, he just felt that he could never pursue a gay lifestyle. This had frustrated him enormously and dealt with his vexation, by putting all his energy into his fights.“Since meeting you, Allen, I have started obsessing about having sex with you. I would really love to go to bed with you.” Wray finally concluded.After a quick visit to the bathroom to wash my face and recover, when I got back to the lounge Wray got up off the couch and fervently began kissing me. Before long, we were on the couch making out like two randy teenagers. Wray was an unbelievable kisser and extremely assertive. His hands dominated my head, arms, and body, as he pinned me down increasingly. I could sense him testing me, to see what level of roughness I would endure and it was obvious that he thrived on total control. Even his verbalizing became aggressive and took on an authoritarian tone.When we stood up from the couch he retrieved a small knapsack, which isveçbahis yeni giriş he had removed from the bike hours earlier. He then ordered me to the bedroom in a commanding tone.When we arrived in the bedroom he said, “Get your fucking clothes off,”After we stripped I got my first look at him naked. His uncut cock was long and thick, with a pronounced downward curve. He obviously never shaved and also had a massive pair of hairy balls. Wray then ordered me to get on the bed on my stomach, before climbing on my back with a pair of handcuffs that he retrieved from his bag. I became very nervous as my hands were cuffed behind me, but before I could protest a ball-gag was pushed into my mouth.He lifted off me and said, “I’m into rough sex Alan, and now I am going to break you in. If it gets too much for you, just give me a sign by showing me your middle fingers.”After pulling a short strap out of the knapsack he then started whacking me on my backside. The pain was intense and as I wriggled about, he barked that I should lie still or he would increase the number of smacks. After six whacks, I relented and lay still. My arse stung as he continued spanking while growling commands. I came very close to showing him my middle fingers, but somehow I was totally intrigued and began to enjoy my whipping.After twenty strikes, Wray stopped his assault and started rubbing and caressing my backside. What really surprised me was how much I had actually enjoyed the last few blows. What I didn’t realize at that moment, however, was how my life was about to change. Wray then got on top of me and started biting my shoulders. As he intensified his bites he held my head down firmly with his right hand, while spreading my legs with his knees. As he really bit down hard on my neck, I felt his cock forcing my butt-hole open as he roughly entered my arse. Wray then pushed his hands through, under my arms, and with both hands on top of my head commenced hammering into me.He then put his lips to my ear and grunted, “You belong to me from now on.” I had never been so turned-on in my life!As he settled into a firm tempo the discomfort gradually started to subside. He kept biting my ears and neck, before he lifted his body onto outstretched arms and started thumping his cock into me, meaningfully. As he began grunting he fell onto my body and unloaded. Spent, he continued to lie on top of me with his hot breath warming my face. After a few minutes, his cock slipped out of my arse before he got off me.After unlocking the cuffs, he turned me onto my back before removing the ball-gag. Wray then sat down next to me on the bed and stared into my eyes. As hectic as my ordeal had been, I had loved it. When I smiled his face lit up. He bent over and kissed me passionately. I was then placed on my back before he lowered his arse on my face and facing away from me. Then, he pulled his cheeks apart and instructed me to rim him. While I rimmed him he started masturbating me and as I was about to shoot, he let go of my cock and got off my body.
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