Henry attends a office Halloween Party dressed in a sexy toga and has a hot encounter with a colleague dressed as a nun.
Henry racked the bar and sat up, breathing hard after the last set. The basement gym was almost empty. Most of the building’s other tenants had already cleared out for the weekend, just a couple of guys from his office also working out before the party. He stood, rolled his shoulders, and walked the length of the mirrors. The pump was impressive over his chest and shoulders. The toga was going to look good and show off his muscles.
He showered quickly, dried off, and dressed. The costume was little more than a length of white cloth and a gold clasp at the shoulder. It left most of his torso bare and stopped well short of his knees, revealing a lot of his tanned, toned thigh muscles. He looked good. He fixed the laurel wreath, checked the fall of the fabric once more in the mirror, and turned side-on. The lighting in the changing room made his muscles look even better. He flexed a couple of times and took a few photos. Fuck, he looked sexy. He was going to get attention. Most of it would be from the women, he knew that. They’d been circling him for months, and Halloween would only make them worse. Still, if there was any chance any of the guys in the office went his way, then this outfit would win them over.
He took the stairs up to the ground floor. The main lobby was already filling with people coming in from the street, most of them in costume, most of them carrying bottles. The security desk waved them through without checking badges. Henry crossed to the bank of lifts and pressed for nine. Their floor. The company took the whole level. It had only been trading for eighteen months and already the fit-out looked expensive: glass meeting rooms, views straight down the river. The people who worked there matched the finish. Attractive, mostly, and young enough that the long hours didn’t matter. It was the kind of place where everyone had gone to the right schools, had the right accents, and summers were spent between family houses in the Home Counties and whatever villa someone else’s parents had taken in the south of France. They drank as if the company paid for it, which it largely did, and they treated the office like an extension of whatever private members’ club they were members of. HR seemed not to matter much to them. Boozy office parties and hook-ups were the norm.
The lift doors opened on the ninth. Speakers were already blasting out. The Beaches were playing as he stepped out. The lights were low. Someone had strung fairy lights, and pumpkins and ghosts were spread out. The big space at the centre of the floor was already busy with people drinking, talking and dancing. A woman in a short red dress and devil horns leaned against a monitor bank, laughing at something a man in a suit was saying. Further down, two people in matching green dresses stood close together near the kitchen, one of them holding a bottle of something clear.
Henry stepped out. The toga shifted against his skin as he walked. A couple of heads turned. He moved toward the bar at the far end, past the cluster of desks that had been pushed back to make space.
Henry poured himself a double scotch, the ice cracking as it hit the glass. He was still at the bar when the lift doors opened again. Two guys stepped out together in nothing but gym shorts and pumpkin masks, both of them toned, with cut abs. Henry watched them for a second longer than he meant to. He could picture it easy enough, one then the other, or switching between them, bent over the bed destroying them. Then he caught himself. Work colleagues. Still. Chill.
He took the drink and walked over to the cluster of desks where a few of the team were standing. They turned as he arrived. Someone said he looked buff. Henry flexed, half-joking, and got a couple of laughs. Tom, who was still relatively new, grinned and said Henry was going to clean up with the girls tonight. One of the others, who knew better, told him to shut up, but kept it light.
They stood there talking for the next half hour. Someone went back to the bar and returned with another round. Henry was halfway through his second double when he glanced across the floor and saw the lift doors open again. A guy stepped out in a full nun’s habit. He couldn’t tell who it was under the black and white fabric, but even so Henry smiled into his glass. It was funny.
Eventually Henry got bored of listening to the mindless chatter about work and who was fucking who. It bored him rigid. In his experience, straight guys rarely got as much action as they claimed they did, and would have been shocked to compare numbers with him.
He headed back to the bar, got himself another drink, then went and mingled for a bit with some of the girls from his team. After a while he decided to wander over to the buffet and grab some food.
As he headed in that direction he saw the nun again. Up close he recognised who it was. Lewis. Lewis was on a different team and Henry didn’t know him that well, but they did have a bit of a thing going. During meetings, or if they met in the break room, they’d fall into flirty banter. It had never gone anywhere, but Henry was very much up for it. The guy was sexy, and he had an easy confidence to him that Henry found alluring.
When Lewis saw Henry he smiled and waved him over. Henry went. Why not.
Lewis was sitting down and Henry took the chair opposite.
“Nice to meet you, senator,” Lewis said.
“And you, sister,” Henry replied.
“You look smoking tonight, Henry. Bet all the girls are loving it.”
“Thanks, Lewis, though I’m not really interested in girls, you know.”
“Oh really?” Lewis asked, raising an eyebrow.
“I thought you knew that?”
“I wasn’t sure.”
“Well now you know. Your costume’s funny though, mate. Not sure it’s very sexy,” Henry chuckled.
Lewis leaned forward. “The sexy bit is underneath,” he said, winking.
Henry grinned. “Oh I bet it is, Lew. I bet it is.”
Lewis, without further prompting, lifted the habit. The dark wool rose in his hands and the red lingerie underneath came into view. A lace thong sat low on his hips, the fabric sheer enough that the outline of his cock was clear through it, the bulge held tight and high. Matching garter straps ran over his thighs, the red lace sitting against his skin. He held the habit up for a second, letting Henry see, then winked and let the fabric drop back into place.
Henry was momentarily stunned. The contrast of the delicate red lace against Lewis’s hairy, muscular legs. The thong stretched over the clear outline of a heavy package. His cock twitched hard against the toga. Lewis was so sexy. The confidence of it made Henry want him badly. Sitting there in the middle of the office, dressed like that under the habit, and looking at him like he knew exactly what he was doing.
He found his voice.
“Jesus Christ, Lewis. You’re one sexy nun.”
Lewis bit his lip. “Thanks, Henry. Let’s hope the effort I’ve put into my costume doesn’t go to waste.”
Henry narrowed his eyes. “Do you want another drink, Lewis?”
“I’d love one. Gin and tonic, please.”
“I’ll be right back. Don’t go anywhere.”
As he got the drinks, James from the accounts team tried to talk to him. Henry brushed him off as politely as he could. Nobody was going to keep him from getting back to that sexy lingerie-clad stud any slower than he had to.
He returned to Lewis and handed him the drink.
“Thanks. So, Henry, you want to grab some food?”
Henry shook his head. “I’m suddenly not hungry. At least not for anything from the buffet.”
“Oh, is that so?”
“Yeah. But I was thinking, I’ve got something in my office you might be interested in seeing?”
“I think you might be right. Why don’t you lead the way.”
They headed to the far end of the floor where Henry had his own office. He unlocked the door and stood aside to let Lewis in.
“Such a gentleman, Henry.”
“Well, you’ve got to be respectful to a sister, haven’t you?”
Henry followed him inside, locked the door, and shut the blinds along the internal glass wall. He turned to Lewis.
“So you had something you wanted to show me,” Lewis said, cheeky.
Henry closed the gap and pushed him back against the desk, kissing him hard. Both of them groaned into it, the kiss turning hot and messy fast, hands already moving.
Henry pulled back and went for Lewis’s neck. “You’ve no idea how long I’ve wanted to fuck you, Lewis. You’re so sexy.”
“Same,” Lewis said. “You’re such a stud. Every time I see you in one of those tight suits I just want to get on my knees for you.”
Henry bit his earlobe. “Well, now you can get on your knees for me, baby.”
Lewis dropped to his knees between Henry’s legs. His hands went straight under the toga, found the waistband of the white Calvin Klein briefs, and tugged them down. Henry’s cock came free, thick and already hard, the head flushed and heavy. Lewis wrapped a hand around the base and looked up at him for a second before leaning in and taking the head into his mouth.
Henry gripped the edge of the desk hard enough that his knuckles went white. The first wet pull of Lewis’s mouth made his hips twitch. Lewis worked him slowly at first, lips tight, tongue sliding under the head, then took more. He knew what he was doing. His free hand stayed on Henry’s thigh, steadying himself as he sank lower, the thick shaft stretching his mouth. Saliva ran down the length and over his fingers.
Henry pushed the nun’s headpiece back and off. Lewis’s soft curls fell free. Henry threaded his fingers through them and held on, not forcing, just guiding. Lewis made a low sound in his throat and took him deeper, the head of Henry’s cock pressing against the back of his mouth before he swallowed and let it slide further. Henry’s breath caught.
“Fuck, Lewis. That feels good.” His voice came out rough. “Look at you. So fucking sexy with my cock in your throat.”
Lewis pulled back until just the head stayed between his lips, then sank down again, slower this time, taking him all the way. His nose pressed against Henry’s stomach. He stayed there for a few seconds, throat working, before he had to pull off to breathe. Spit strung from his lower lip to the wet shaft. He stroked Henry once, tight and slick, then went back down, finding a rhythm that was steady and deep.
Henry’s thighs tensed. Every time Lewis took him to the root his stomach tightened. The wet sounds filled the quiet office. Lewis’s hand worked the base in time with his mouth, twisting just enough on the upstroke that Henry’s grip on the desk tightened. He looked down and watched Lewis’s lips stretch around him, the way his cheeks hollowed, the way his curls moved under Henry’s hand.
“Yeah. Just like that.” Henry’s fingers tightened in the curls. “You look so good on your knees for me. Taking all of it.”
Lewis hummed around him, the vibration running straight up Henry’s cock. He picked up the pace, bobbing steadily, saliva running down his chin and onto the white fabric of the toga. Every few strokes he held Henry deep, throat fluttering, then came up for air and went straight back down. His free hand slid up to cup Henry’s balls, rolling them gently while his mouth worked.
Henry’s breathing went uneven. He could feel the heat building low in his gut, the way Lewis’s tongue kept pressing just under the head on every upstroke. He didn’t push. He let Lewis set the pace and just held on, watching the way Lewis’s mouth moved, the way he kept glancing up through his lashes like he wanted Henry to see exactly what he was doing.
“Christ. You’re good at this.” Henry’s voice was low. “So fucking good. Keep going. I want to feel your throat on me again.”
Lewis did. He took him deep, held, then pulled back and did it again, wetter and messier each time. The desk creaked under Henry’s grip. Lewis’s hand stroked what his mouth couldn’t cover, slick with spit, and the combination had Henry moaning and struggling to stand.
Henry’s grip tightened in Lewis’s curls. His hips shifted forward on their own, the heat building sharp and low in his gut. Every wet pull of Lewis’s mouth had him closer. “Lewis. I’m close. Fuck, I’m close.”
Lewis pulled off with a slow, wet sound, reluctant, lips still shiny and parted. He stayed there for a second, breathing hard, then leaned in and pressed one last kiss to the flushed head of Henry’s cock. Henry groaned, the sound low and rough, his hand flexing against the edge of the desk. The sudden loss of that mouth left him aching and exposed, the cool air hitting wet skin.
“I want more than just to suck your dick tonight, Henry.”
Henry grabbed the back of Lewis’s neck as he stood and kissed him hard, tasting himself on Lewis’s tongue. Lewis kissed back just as rough, mouth open, hands sliding under the toga to grip Henry’s hips and pull him in close. The habit bunched between them as they ground together.
“Want me to return the favour?” Henry asked, voice still rough.
Lewis shook his head. “I’d prefer you eat me out, stud.”
Henry’s mouth curved. “Yeah. Alright.”
He stepped back and took hold of the habit. Lewis lifted his arms and Henry pulled it up and off in one go, the heavy fabric dropping to the floor. Lewis stood there in just the red lingerie, garter straps framing his thighs, the lace thong sitting low on his hips. The contrast was immediate. Broad shoulders, thick chest, hairy muscular legs, and the delicate red lace stretched over the heavy outline of his cock. Henry looked him over slowly.
“Fuck, Lewis. Look at you.” He ran a hand down Lewis’s chest, then over the lace. “Big gym stud in this. So fucking sexy.”
Lewis’s cock twitched under the thong. Henry turned him and bent him over the desk, the wood cool against Lewis’s stomach. The thin red string of the thong ran down the centre of Lewis’s ass, disappearing between the firm, muscular cheeks. Henry spread him with both hands and held him open, looking. Lewis’s hole was tight, dark hair framing it, the skin there flushed. Henry hooked a finger under the string and guided it to the side, letting it rest against one cheek so nothing was in the way.
He dropped to his knees behind him.
The first lick was slow, flat tongue dragging over the hairy skin and then pressing against the tight hole. Lewis’s breath hitched. Henry did it again, wetter, working his tongue in small circles until the muscle started to give. He spat once, let it run down, and licked it back up, pressing the tip of his tongue inside. Lewis’s hands gripped the far edge of the desk.
Henry settled in. He licked steadily, broad strokes that covered the whole hole, then narrower ones that pushed deeper. The taste was clean, a little salty, the hair rough against his tongue. He spread Lewis wider and sealed his mouth over him, sucking lightly before pushing his tongue in as far as it would go. Lewis made a low sound and pushed back.
“Henry.”
Henry didn’t answer. He kept his mouth where it was, tongue working in and out, wet and deliberate. One hand stayed on Lewis’s cheek, holding him open. The other slid up the back of Lewis’s thigh, fingers digging into the muscle. Lewis’s hole twitched under his tongue. Henry licked lower, over the smooth skin behind his balls, then came back up and pressed in again, deeper this time. Spit ran down Lewis’s taint.
Lewis’s hand came back and found the back of Henry’s head. He held him there, fingers tight in Henry’s hair, and pushed his ass back harder. Henry let him. He stayed on his knees and took it, tongue fucking into the tight heat while Lewis ground against his face. The red string sat against Lewis’s cheek, the lace of the thong still stretched over his cock where it hung between his legs. Henry could feel the way Lewis’s thighs were starting to shake.
“Fuck. Right there.” Lewis’s voice was strained. He rolled his hips, trying to get more, the muscle around Henry’s tongue clenching and releasing. Henry licked harder, flat and wet, then pointed his tongue and pushed inside again. Lewis’s grip on his hair tightened. He held Henry’s face flush against him and kept pushing back, small desperate movements, chasing the contact. Henry’s nose pressed into the hair at the base of Lewis’s spine. He breathed through it and kept eating him out, tongue deep, mouth open, letting Lewis use his face exactly how he wanted.
Lewis’s thighs were shaking. “Fuck, Henry. Please. Please fuck me. Have you got anything we can use as lube?”
Henry pulled off, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and stood. He opened the top drawer of the desk and took out the small tub of Vaseline he kept there for dry skin. “This work for you?”
Lewis nodded. Henry passed it over.
“I want to watch you finger yourself, Lewis. Get your hungry slutty hole ready for my big fat cock.”
Henry moved back behind him and watched.
Lewis scooped some of the Vaseline onto his fingers and reached back. The red lace of the thong was still pulled to one side, the thin string resting against his cheek. He rubbed the Vaseline over his hole first, slow circles that made the skin shine, then pressed two fingers against the tight muscle. It gave under the pressure. He pushed them in to the second knuckle and held there, breathing out, before he started to move them. In and out, a little deeper each time. The Vaseline made everything slick. He added a third finger, stretching himself open, the lace shifting against his skin with every movement. His free hand braced on the desk. Every time his fingers sank in, his cock twitched under the sheer fabric.
Henry stood there hard and dripping, cock hanging heavy between his legs. He watched this big gym stud bent over his desk in lingerie, fingering his own hole open while the red lace framed everything. Lewis’s hole gripped around the three fingers, the muscle flexing when he twisted his wrist and pushed them deeper. His breathing had gone uneven. He worked himself steadily, fucking his own fingers in and out, getting himself open and wet and ready while Henry just stood there and watched.
Henry stepped in close behind him. He took the Vaseline from the desk, scooped a thick smear onto his palm, and worked it over his cock until the whole length was slick and shining. Lewis stayed bent over, breathing hard, the red lace still pulled aside. Henry lined himself up but didn’t push. He reached down, took Lewis’s wrist, and guided his hand back.
“Put it in.”
Lewis’s fingers found the head and held it against his hole. He pushed back just enough to seat the tip, then let go. Henry took over. He pressed forward slowly, the thick head stretching Lewis open. There was resistance for a second, then it gave. Lewis exhaled hard through his nose but didn’t tense up. Henry kept going, feeding him inch after inch, one hand on Lewis’s hip, the other rubbing slow circles into the small of his back. Lewis took it. The muscle around Henry’s cock flexed and loosened, pulling him deeper. By the time Henry’s hips met Lewis’s ass he was buried to the root, balls pressed tight against him.
Both of them groaned.
Henry stayed there for a moment, hands sliding up Lewis’s sides, mouth on the warm skin between his shoulder blades. He kissed him there, then pulled back halfway and pushed in again, steady and deep. Not hard. Just long, controlled strokes that let Lewis feel every inch. Lewis’s fingers dug into the edge of the desk. After a few thrusts he started pushing back to meet him.
“Harder.”
Henry kept the same pace. Lewis pushed again, more insistent.
“Come on. Fuck me properly.”
Henry’s grip on Lewis’s hips tightened. He pulled almost all the way out, then drove back in with more weight behind it. Lewis made a rough sound and shoved his ass back harder. That was enough. Henry stopped holding back. He set a heavier rhythm, long strokes that bottomed out every time, the wet slap of skin getting louder. The Vaseline had warmed and thinned. Combined with the steady leak of precum it turned everything slick and messy. Every time Henry pulled back, Lewis’s hole clung and then released with a wet, obscene sound. A few strokes later it started talking properly, small wet farts escaping around the thick shaft as Henry slammed in and out.
Henry grabbed a handful of Lewis’s hair and pulled. Lewis’s back arched hard, chest lifting off the desk. Henry leaned over him and went for his neck, mouth open, teeth catching skin between kisses. He kept fucking him through it, hips driving forward, cock coring him out on every thrust. Lewis’s hand had dropped between his own legs. He was rubbing the front of the thong, palm grinding over the lace where his cock was trapped and leaking.
“Fuck my sloppy pussy,” Lewis got out, voice strained. “Please. It’s so fucking wet.”
Henry’s rhythm stuttered for half a second, then came back harder. “Fuck yes, slut. Wet boy pussy creaming all over my dick.” He bit down on the side of Lewis’s neck and held him there, still pulling him back onto every stroke. “Muscle stud with a loose pussy between his legs. It’s all mine.”
“Yes. It’s yours. Use me. Use me.”
Henry could feel Lewis starting to shake under him, the way his hole kept clenching and releasing around the thick shaft. Lewis’s hand worked faster over the lace, rubbing hard. A few more deep thrusts and Lewis came inside the thong, cock pulsing against the fabric, a low broken sound leaving his throat. The sudden tight grip around Henry’s cock pushed him over. He drove in one last time, as deep as he could get, and held Lewis there by the hair and the hip. His cock kicked hard. He stayed buried, grinding in small circles while he came, thick pulses filling Lewis’s guts. Lewis’s hole fluttered around him the whole time, milking every last bit as Henry kept him pinned to the desk.
They stayed like that for a moment, breathing hard against each other, then Henry eased out. Lewis straightened slowly, the habit still bunched around his waist. Henry opened the top drawer again and pulled out a handful of tissues. He passed them over without a word. Lewis took them, turned slightly, and cleaned himself up as best he could, wiping the mess from between his legs and the front of the thong before dropping the tissues in the bin under the desk.
Henry turned him and kissed him, slower this time, one hand settling on his waist. They helped each other dress. Henry fixed the toga and smoothed the fabric back into place. Lewis pulled the habit down over the lingerie, adjusting the collar and the headpiece until he looked more or less presentable again. The office still smelled of sex and the faint sweetness of the Vaseline.
“Thanks,” Henry said.
Lewis put a hand flat on Henry’s chest and kissed him again, softer. “No, thank you, stud. It was exactly what I needed tonight.”
“Me too.”
Henry unlocked the door and held it open. Lewis stepped out into the corridor, the noise of the party filtering back in from the main floor. Henry caught his arm before he got more than a couple of steps.
“Lewis?”
“Yes, mate?”
“Would you want to grab a drink sometime?”
Lewis smiled, the corner of his mouth lifting. “Yeah. I’d like that.”
The end.
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