Jared had always been the quiet one at the office, the guy who kept his head down and his voice low. But that night at the bar after the team outing, something shifted. I spotted him nursing a beer in the corner, cheeks already pink from one drink. I bought him another and sat close, watching how his eyes darted away every time I smiled.
We talked about nothing at firstwork, the game on TV.
Then I leaned in and told him straight: "I've seen the way you look at me when you think no one's watching." His face went redder, but he didn't leave. Instead he mumbled, "I don't know what I'm doing." That was all the invitation I needed.
Back at my place, the door barely clicked shut before I pushed him against it. "You want this?" I asked, my hand already palming the hard bulge in his jeans. Jared nodded fast, breath shaky. I unzipped him and pulled out his cockthick, already leaking at the tip. I stroked it slow and firm, thumb smearing the pre-cum around the head while he gasped and tried not to thrust.
"Strip," I told him. He fumbled with his shirt and pants, standing there naked and shy, hands half-covering himself. I dropped to my knees and took his cock in my mouth without warning. Jared's knees buckled. I sucked him deep, tongue working the underside, one hand gripping his ass to hold him steady. He tasted clean and salty, and every shy whimper he let out made me harder.
I stood, spun him around, and bent him over the couch. "Spread your legs." He did, hesitantly. I slicked my fingers with lube and pressed one against his hole. Jared tensed, but I rubbed slow circles until he relaxed enough for me to slide inside. "Fuck, you're tight," I growled, working a second finger in, stretching him while my other hand reached around to jerk his cock again.
When he was panting and pushing back, I lined up my own cock and pushed in. Inch by inch, giving him time to adjust even though I wanted to slam home. Jared moaned loud, the shy act cracking as I bottomed out. I fucked him steady and deep, hips slapping against his ass, one hand fisted in his hair so he had to look back at me.
"Harder," he finally begged, voice hoarse. I gave it to himhard, dirty thrusts that made the couch creak. His cock swung between his legs, dripping onto the floor. I reached down and stroked him in time with my thrusts until he came with a broken cry, shooting thick ropes across my hand and the cushions.
I didn't stop. I kept pounding his ass, using the slick mess of his orgasm to fuck him even rougher until I unloaded deep inside him, filling him up while he shook and whimpered my name. We stayed like that for a minute, breathing hard, my cock still twitching inside his used hole.
Later, in the shower, he let me wash him, fingers gentle now, but the look in his eyes said he wanted more. Shy Jared had finally let go, and we both knew this was only the start.
