It was during that second visit to that same little desert town that we had an experience that still stands out in my mind as one of our purest moments of being friends, lovers and soulmates all at once.

It happened after the night before when another first that I had been planning didn’t work out. I had intended for us to sleep together – to spend the night in the same bed. We very rarely had the opportunity for more than a quickie in a toilet stall, so the occasion of a weekend away (albeit working) got my imagination racing.

The fantasy of a night spent in one another’s arms proved much more attractive than the reality, though. I found that after we had the great sex that Julio described here, I couldn’t fall asleep. I felt awkward and self-conscious and ended up going back to sleep in my own bed.

The next morning on the way back I had a slightly disappointed feeling, like we hadn’t made as much of this rare opportunity as we should have. I mentioned this as we were driving the long road back to the city, and Julio said he felt the same. Soon our cocks were out and we were stroking one another as I was driving.

We felt free and happy, racing through the middle of a sunny, semi-desert landscape. Later Julio leant over and started sucking me as I was driving. It was such a wonderful sensation, feeling his mouth on my dick, his lips caressing the shaft and his tongue curling around the head.

As we were driving down a long, gentle downhill curve I was ready to cum. By this time this was all I could think of. I pulled onto the side of the road, just in time to start shooting my cum into Julio’s mouth, my body trembling and my legs shaking so much I couldn’t control the pedals.

I immediately went down on Julio, working to get him there as well. When he came it was my first taste of his cum and an amazing sensation feeling it spurting out against my tongue. I swallowed all of it.

At that moment we felt perfect: two young guys sharing something wild and exciting, as if we were meant to be nowhere else but by that roadside with our dicks going limp and the taste of one another’s cum in our mouths.

It was a true Y tu mamá moment.

I almost stopped breathing the very first time Tenoch kissed me. If I remember correctly, our first kiss was not during our first visit to the small desert town he refered to in his previous post, but a year later when we returned there for business.

Tenoch is right in saying, though, that we crossed an intimacy barrier that night. Our lips definitely brushed during the very first time we made love, but according to my recollection we weren’t man enough to actually do the whole tongue thing. Instead, we waited another year.

This post is about our second business trip to a certain little town hundreds of miles away from home. This time around we were alone. I planned it so. We arrived early evening, checked in at the guest house (two seperate rooms, of course) and went for dinner.

Our only option was a local diner with a typically flirty waitress and some oldies at the bar. We had a couple of beers and ordered dinner. Like most guys, our conversation soon turned to sex, except we had no doubt that we’d be having each other as soon as we were back at the guest house.

I don’t know if he planned it so, but Tenoch ran a bath, got in and asked me to join him whilst I was staring at him from his double bed facing the bathroom. I felt akward taking my clothes off with him watching, yet he smiled at me so gently.

We both just lay back in the very warm bath looking at each other without saying a word. At some point he leaned over, pulled my face closer to him and said “Are we clear on this?” I guess by that he meant: “Are you still aware of the fact that falling in love is not even an option?”

Before I could even answer he kissed me for the first time. Tenoch and I then sucked each other in the bath, eventually got out and moved on to the bed where we took turns discovering each other’s bodies. I sucked his nipples and force-fed his entire cock in my mouth. He returned the favour.

I returned to my own guest room that night. The next morning the vibe was different. It was business as usual. We were straight boys and wank buddies again.

It must have been about two years into our wank buddyhood when Julio and I crossed the second intimacy barrier.

(We had already crossed the line from strictly hand action to the occasional blowjob. Both of us at first found sucking cock unsensual – I remember thinking the first time that I might as well be sucking on a dildo! We soon developed  a taste for it, though.)

The second intimacy line was crossed on a business trip with a third colleague of ours to a small desert town a couple of hundred miles from our hometown.

I haven’t heard Julio’s version, but I’m pretty sure we were thinking how we were going to get into one another’s beds from the moment we heard we were going. On night 1 nothing happened. We arrived quite late, checked into three seperate rooms of a guest house and went to sleep.

The next evening, after concluding the day’s business, we all went out to dinner and returned to the guest house in good spirits and just a little drunk. Everybody said their good nights and went off to their rooms.

I left my door unlocked and waited for about 15 minutes, wondering if my subtle flirting during the day would be enough to bring Julio there now. No such luck – sometimes you really have to spell it out for him!

I sent him a text message and he confirmed that he also ‘couldn’t get to sleep’ – which meant he had been waiting for me to initiate it. I told him to come to my room, but that clothes were not allowed. I lay in my double bed with a raging hardon and he snuck in wearing only a towel.

There was some awkwardness as he stood by the bed in the darkened room, until I reached out my hand and felt his hard cock under the towel. The sensation of his warm hardness is vivid for me to this day.

He got in bed beside me, and we did what came close to what could be called ‘making love’ for the first time. We explored one another’s naked bodies in the warm desert evening. We kissed for the first time. We held one another. We did everything but fuck.

We both came on my stomach and I loved him watching me in the shower washing our mixed cum off my body.

Some clarification on Julio and Tenoch.

These are, of course, aliases to protect our identities. You might recognise the names as those of the lead characters in the brilliant Mexican movie Y tu mamá también. Needless to say, Julio and I identified quite deeply with those guys’ story. (In fact, I think if a sequel is ever made, their lives might turn out much like ours …)

In response to KC’s question in his comment to this post: we are also keeping our location secret.

Maybe there are thousands of guys in the world in a similar situation to ours and that have had similar experiences. Maybe fearing that we will be recognised from the blog out of billions of people on earth is a bit paranoid! But we recon you can’t be too discrete. I am very happily married (a paradox, I know) and I’d like to stay that way.

Keeping it secret also makes it easier for us to be completely honest, which was a big part of the motivation for this blog. We wanted to document our secret life for ourselves.

AND then share it with the rest of the world. Because we wouldn’t have done what we’ve done (and still keep doing) if we weren’t also kinky motherfuckers!

There are many risks involved when a boss and a direct employee decides on secretly shagging each other. Trust me, Tenoch and I have had numerous close encounters at the high-rise building we worked at.  When we first started out, we agreed on some fundamental ground rules that would not only protect our jobs, but also our reputations and private relationships.

The first and foremost rule was that our cock-fun could never develop into a lasting and loving relationship. (This is a line we’ve crossed in recent years. Bear with us, we’ll get to that story in due time.) I guess in really practical terms it meant that Tenoch expected of me not to ever fall in love with him, a happily married man. Whilst Shakespeare’s “woman scorned” was not something he looked forward to, the agreement worked both ways as I was really young and very much discovering my sexuality. I agreed. He agreed. We obliged.

The second rule was that absolute discretion was required. The last thing we wanted was gossip at the office or everyone being in on a supposed secret. In the advertising industry this would easily translate to suicide. Once again, in practical terms this meant that no matter how good the sex was (we’ve had hundreds of great experiences!), we could never tell anybody about it. We took the gap and trusted each other.

Thirdly, we realised that as colleagues we could never let sexual tension into our open-plan offices. We were straight men, for God’s sake, and Tenoch was my boss. This meant no funny looks, no unwanted attention, no jealousy and above all, covering out tracks.

Hey, it’s been almost ten years, and I can assure you that these three commandments have kept us safe and out of trouble for the most part. Well, except for one or two occassions where we slipped up and basically risked losing it all. It freaked us out so much I thought we would never get hard again. But we did.

This post is not just about returning Tenoch’s compliment about my cock. He’s quite correct in saying that our dicks could easily have been identical twins, were it not for the slight difference in colour (he’s white, i’m black) and the fact that I had my foreskin chopped off at birth.

Years ago when I was still fighting the falsetto voice telling me I’m gay, I went through a stage where I found the male organ so gross I could easily have been a lesbian. Along came Tenoch’s cock, which not only made me change my mind, but also continues to rock my boat a decade later. Trust me, I’ve seen and experienced it hundreds of times… I just can’t get enough.

Tenoch has the perfect cock. Like mine, it certainly wouldn’t pass as “one of the biggest dicks in the world”, but it ain’t small either! Make no mistake. It’s tall and poised and beautiful. His erections are solid, and his dick surrounded by brown hairs curling at the base. His balls are solid and heavy.

I wish you could witness his dick get hard in all its various stages. I once put his limp dick in my mouth just to see what might happen. I nurtured it. I used my tongue to play around with his foreskin. I sucked it until it grew so bad that I had to gasp for air. Of course, he came buckets full.

But that’s another story.

I soon realised, as I got to know Julio and we started pushing the boundaries back further and further in our cock-play, that I had hit the sexual experimentation jackpot with this little dude.

Apart from being smart, kind and funny and good at his job – which enabled me to become friends with him – he was also cute, sexy and almost a decade my junior. He is probably the most str8-acting gay guy I’ve ever met, which makes sex with him that much hotter.

On top of this he was willing to try just about anything I would suggest and he soon proved very discreet and loyal, which made him the perfect wank buddy, and later fuckbuddy.

He also has a great cock and he knows how to use it! When he gets horny he can really be like a runaway train.

His dick is a beautiful cut thing that is actually almost the twin of mine. It gets superhard and wet and it can last for hours. We have been texting one another pictures of our cocks in different states and different situation for years, and it still takes only one picture to get me semi-erect and leaking pre-cum.

Our work at the agency involved quite a lot of professional socialising after hours.

Tenoch (now my new boss) asked me to attend one of these after work functions with the promise of a ride to and from the event. I obliged, secretly hoping we’d have some fun afterwards. On our way there I could sense he had the same thoughts, but we kept it professional. (By then our relationship as colleagues and newfound friends had already developed into exploring each other’s cocks, and he even persuaded me to suck him once.)

We talked shop, we mingled with strangers and familiar faces, we drank some wine and eventually decided to leave. As he had never been to my place before, I had to direct him. Naturally, being a little drunk, we missed the correct turnoff as we were fondling each other’s cocks whilst Tenoch was driving in the dark.

We pulled over at the entrance of what looked like a farm next to the road. “Suck me,” I said, not really expecting him to say yes as we were officially strictly into wanking. He smiled naughtily, opened his car door and asked me to come around to his side.

He stayed put in the driver’s seat. I stood outside, facing him. I gasped as his fingers brushed over the lump at the front of my jeans. I outright moaned as he pressed his palm firmly against my cock and squeezed it lightly. With my help he pulled down both my pants and underwear to bunch around my ankles.

It was really cold outside, but it didn’t matter as my boss was about to suck me right there in the middle of nowhere. His hand closed around my cock and he slowly began to pump it, his free hand making small work of the buttons on my shirt. My hips bucked into his grasp.

He licked the underside of my cock. He held his breath. I slowly eased my cock-head into his mouth. He licked the ridge of it, and sucked the whole knob. I started to hump into his mouth, but he wouldn’t let me. This was his blowjob, as if to say, and by the looks of it he was going to be in control. He slowly began to suck up and down my cock, easing my whole shaft in and out of his mouth. My pre-cum must have coated his mouth and throat.

He lifted his head and asked if I was close. I said yes, barely able to speak. He jacked my cock all the way to the edge of cumming, but before I could even contemplate exploding, he took my cock all the way to the hilt, into his throat.

I wanted to come badly when out of the blue the bright lights of a pick-up truck came our way. We had such a fright. We really feared being arrested for trespassing a stranger’s property and being literally caught pants down. He started the ignition. I ran to the passenger side of the car with my jeans still around my ankles. We just, just made it when the truck passed us.

Tenoch drove me home, mostly in silence. The following day he put a CD on my desk without saying a word. It was Joni Mitchell’s Night Ride Home. Up to this day I’m still not sure if he even recognised the irony. I pressed the play button: “Once in a while/ in a big blue moon/ there comes a night like this/ like some surrealist/ invented this 4th of July/ night ride home.”

I don’t remember much about the very early days of Julio and my wank buddy-hood. Initially it was strictly hands on cocks with no other body contact whatsoever. This was how I swung in those days. He guided me along with his greater experience and gradually we built up in daring, intimacy and intensity.

We could really get hot – thinking back I can just about imagine us melting the toilet stalls in our office building, which were mostly our venue in those days. When I got back to my open plan office after one such a session, still out of breath and shaking, my boss expressed concern about how hard I was working. ‘Jesus, look at your eyes!’ he said.

We worked in a high-rise building and we must have visited the bathrooms on every floor at least once in that time. After a cryptic text message or email: ‘2′ or ‘22′ or ‘13′ we would approach the mens room from different floors and then leave it again seperately the same way.

At some stage – I guess it must have been about a year since we’d started doing it – I was promoted to head up the department where Julio was working. This added a whole new level of excitement and kinkiness – MANY stories still to tell on that topic.

Tenoch and I used to spend hours debating the semantics of the word “sex” back in the day when we just discovered our mutual, uhmm, interest. He spoke from the perspective of a married man. I was single, and very much free to mingle.

If I remember correctly his argument was that “sex” was something he saved for marriage. So-called m2m activity happened only during office hours, was limited to mostly wanking with strangers and then only if it could be safely classified as ”fun” or ”just two guys showing off”. I couldn’t get what the fuss was about, although today I understand it much better. Back then sex was (and I suppose, still is) nothing but sex to me, no matter what it’s called. Potato, potahto.

Despite our differing attitudes towards gay sex/fun we shared an overactive sex drive and basically spent a lot of time looking for cock. At first mostly without the other party knowing – we weren’t dating, you know, and we were hardly even friends. Later our adventurous spirits kicked in and we advanced to cock-hunting together as colleagues.

We would frequent local adult video shops on a daily basis. We cruised public toilets in shopping malls over weekends. We began swopping stories afterwards (an unwritten rule until today) , discussing in the biggest detail everything from cock sizes to hilarious thoughts and sexy moments.

A lot has changed since those good o’l days. The thought of casual sex now repells me. I have my reasons though and, in fact, I remember one or two encounters with Tenoch where I decided to curb my enthusiasm. Perhaps I will share those in the near future.