Storage Room with Dawson

THIS STORY IS FAKE. DO NOT COPY THIS, IT IS MY STORY. NOTHING LIKE THIS HAS HAPPENED TO ME. I WROTE THIS FOR A FRIEND. ENJOY.



I was home for the summer from college and living at home in order to save money, like most students at the age of nineteen. My parent's house was located in the Midwest, about an hour away from my college, in a quaint country-centered suburb of Indiana. My father worked as an IT consultant in Indianapolis and commuted, while my mother worked in town at a small law firm. Every summer since I was 16 I had worked at the law firm doing what I could; filing, answering phones; entering data into the computer system, or even going out to get lunch for everyone in the office. Thanks to my mother being a lawyer well-ingrained in the firm, I also received a hefty pay for my labor.

Today was my first day of the summer, and I already had a problem: a new employee. My mother's coworker also had a son who had just graduated high school, and they had hired him part-time throughout his Senior Year and into the summer. This caused a bit of a spacing issue because the other guy, Jared, had taken over my cubicle in the back of the office. Still, the lawyers at the firm had decided they wanted us both and moved things around in the cubicle so that Jared and I could both fit.

Jared was a nice enough guy. He was my height (about 5' 8") with an average build, donning dark brown hair and bright green eyes. His skin was slightly tanned, but mostly pale. I, on the other hand, was 5'8" with a slightly larger build due to the Freshmen Fifteen, dirty blonde hair, and blue eyes with pale skin. We were basically complete opposites, not only in looks, but in hobbies as well. It turned out that Jared was a basketball player in comparison to my College Actor Status. He enjoyed outdoor activities like biking and hiking, and I liked to read and write stories. His goal was to become a sports newscaster and I wanted to become a book editor. Putting these two personalities together in one cubicle was not the smartest thing our parents had done.

"Jared? Dawson? Can you guys go get files A-K from the basement and start bringing them up to be digitized? Once they are up here, start inputting them into the system, please." My mother asked as she turned the corner into our shared cubicle.

Jared and I looked at her and said yes, then got up to go down to the basement storage room.

The basement storage room was what one would expect, just from the name itself. It was dark, damp, and full of cobwebs, but it was the only place large enough to fit the hundreds of files the firm had dealt with over the years. Most of the earlier cases, from the early 00's and 90's were still put away in boxes. We maneuvered through the basement, silent as always, until we reached the back of the basement where the beginning of the alphabetized boxes began on heavy, steel shelves.

"Here, Dawson, let's start pulling boxes out and then take them up in bulk. That sound okay?" Jared asked.

"Yeah, that's fine. Just be careful, those shelves are old and move a lot." I replied.

Jared started pulling the boxes out and passing them to me. Dust was clogging up the air and making us both sneeze. Jared was trying to pull the boxes labeled "C", but it seemed to be stuck between the shelves.

"Hey, Dawson, can you come help me with this? It seems to be stuck." Jared grunted as he tried to pul the box out again.

I stepped over some of the boxes that were on the floor and came up behind Jared, and then put my hands on the box. We both started pulling on the box to no avail.

"Dawson, come up behind me and help me pull from this angle." Jared said.

I moved back behind Jared and put my hands over the box, trying not to be flush up against Jared.

"Dawson, come on, don't worry about personal space and just help me."

I moved forward a little more and was flush up against Jared in the tight space. His body was rigid with trying to pull the box out from the shelf. My arms were tight around him as I tried helping to pull the box out. My own body was rigid, not from the strain, but from my uncomfortableness at the situation.

The truth was that I found Jared quite attractive, even if we didn't have anything in common with one another. His body was nice and he was decently attractive; polite; handsome; and nice. This, coupled with our close quarters and my lack of sex in weeks started to turn me on. Thankfully, or not, the box came loose from the shelf and Jared and I came tumbling backwards and fell flat on our asses. The box had landed just in front of the shelf, whereas Jared and I were lying on the ground a foot or two away.

Jared's back was flat against my chest and he was sprawled out on top of me. The wind had been slightly knocked out of my lungs and my back hurt like hell on the cold concrete.

"Uh, Jared, you're a nice guy and all, but could you please get off of me?" I asked, my breaths shallow.

"Oh, sorry, Dawson!" Jared said and rolled off me and laid down on the floor.

We both laid down there for a few minutes, trying to catch our breaths.

"This fucking sucks." I said, trying to sit up.

"Yeah. It does." Jared whined and propped himself up against a wall, and pulling out a small pack of cigarettes from his pants pocket. "You want one?"

I looked at him for a moment, at the pack, and then at him. We weren't supposed to be smoking in the building, and he knew that. It looked like Jared didn't care, because before I knew it he had a cigarette lit and dangling from his curvy lips.

"Um, yeah. Pass one over." I replied and reached out. He handed me the pack and a lighter.

I began fumbling with the lighter, my hands slightly shaky. The flame kept coming on but my hands had started sweating and my grip on the lighter slipped every time I lit it.

"Here, let me." Jared said and took the light from my grasp.

In a second, my cigarette was lit and I was puffing smoke. It was still dark in the basement, but the glow from our cigarettes cast enough light to see shadows here and there. I watched Jared inhale deeply and exhale smoke in a straight line. We were sitting side by side, smoking, and relaxing with boxes surrounding us almost four feet in the air.

Eventually, we both started talking. I asked him what school he planned on going to in order to get his major. He asked me the same in return. This kind of conversation led into more personal things like our friends and goals. From there the conversation abruptly switched into an unknown territory for me: sex. I had never been really close to anyone before, so talking about sex and sexual desires with another guy was new to me. I let him do most of the talking because I had only slept with one girl before, and that was in the beginning of high school before realizing I was gay.

Jared was talking about a girl from the cheerleading team he had nailed after a big basketball game when I realized I was getting turned on by it. Hearing him talk about getting off was getting me hard and horny easily. Unfortunately, mini-me was extremely turned on and began to rise. I bent my legs in a fashion so Jared wouldn't notice, but whenever he took a drag from his cigarette I could see him staring at my crotch.

"So, there I was, in the back of my Jeep Cherokee with this girl, out in the middle of nowhere. My pants were down, she was under me as I rammed into her, when all of a sudden a car drives by and pulls up next to us!" Jared exclaimed.

"Holy shit, what did you do?" I asked.

"Well, I pulled out as fast as I could and jumped into the front passenger seat, wearing only a shirt and socks. This girl was crying saying 'We can't be caught! We can't be! If my parents find out, we are both going to be dead!' and I was freaking out trying to turn the car on. Finally it started and I put the car in reverse and then bolted forward as fast as I could before I saw the car." Jared said.

"What next?" I asked.

"Well, this girl moved into the front seat and calmed down the farther we got away. I was still excited and hard, and super horny. I asked if she was okay, and she replied by putting her mouth on my cock so fast I almost swerved off the road. She was horny as well, and so I fingered her while I drove around and she sucked my cock. It was the second craziest thing I've ever done." Jared said and put out his cigarette on the cement floor.

"The second?" I asked. "What was the number one craziest thing you've ever done?"

Jared went silent for a few seconds and looked at me.

"You're trustworthy, aren't you, Dawson?" He asked.

"Yeah." I replied.

"And you promise not to tell anyone?" he asked.

"Yeah, I promise." I replied.

He stared at me.

"The craziest thing I've ever done is fuck my best guy friend from high school." Jared said, looking straight into my eye.

My heart stopped and a little bit of the end of my cigarette fell off as I looked him dead in the eyes. My cock started to stir even more now that the subject matter had changed over to my kind of subject matter.

"How was it?" I asked, hesitantly. "I mean, how did it feel? Did you like it?'

"It was actually really great. We had both been naked around each other hundreds of times before since middle school, so it wasn't awkward at all. It was the second semester of Senior Year and he came to me and told me that he was having some problems. I asked him if I could help, and he told me I probably could. It was at school, so I told him to swing by my place after classes and we could talk about what was wrong. So, 3 o'clock came around and we both ended up at my house. It was there he told me he thought he was gay. I asked him how he knew, and he said that was the problem. He wasn't one hundred percent sure because he'd only ever had sex with girls before. He told me he watched some gay porn and it turned him on a lot." at this point Jared had started rubbing the front of his pants while I listened eagerly. "So, he asked me if I would help him. I didn't know how I could help him, since I wasn't gay, but then he spelled it out for me. He pulled out some condoms and lube and asked me to fuck him. He said he wanted someone he cared about to help him understand his feelings. At first, I freaked out and told him no, but then he convinced me to. I was really close to the guy and I would do almost anything to help him out. So we made out a little, and then he blew me, and then I fucked his tight ass."

I stared at Jared, hard as a rock, and almost moaned. I could feel precum dripping from my cock because I was so turned on by Jared's story. I looked down and saw that Jared was turned on as well. He was rubbing hard at his crotch, his eyes slightly closed. I started rubbing my own bulge and watched him. Jared opened his eyes and looked me dead in the eye while rubbing himself.

"Oh fuck it." I said and pushed myself forward until I was kissing Jared on the mouth.

Jared kissed me back and pushed me into the concrete, pulling himself up over me. His crotch jutted forward and rubbed into my own crotch. Our hard cocks rutted against one another as we kissed. I hastily pulled Jared's shirt off and started taking off his pants, while he mimicked me in my movements. Before long we had nothing on but our naked skins.

Jared kissed up and down my jawline before nipping at my neck and moving down my body, ravenous with sexual desire. In one swift movement, Jared stuffed my little-larger-than-average cock down his throat. I cried out in pleasure but muffled it in case someone upstairs could hear us. Jared sucked, and he sucked hard, on every inch of my cock and balls. I was writhing in a mixture of pleasure so intense it almost hurt. Before long I felt I would explode and I told him so.

"No! Don't come yet." He said and came off of my cock.

I sat up and tackled him to the floor while he tried readjusting himself. I was kissing and biting his body all the way down to his decently sized cock. I sucked on the head and jacked his cock at the same time, making him writhe on the cold floor. I tweaked his nipple while I sucked and I could feel his want building. I came off of his dick and looked up at him while slowly jerking him off.

"I want you to fuck me like you fucked your friend." I said.

"But, I don't have a condom or lube." He replied.

I kissed him hard and jerked his cock.

"I don't care. Just fuck me." I said and turned around so my ass was facing him and his cock.

"Okay." Jared said and lined himself up with my ass.

Within seconds I felt the pressure of his cock entering my hole. It was another mixture of pleasure and pain and it felt glorious. He kissed the back of my neck as he pushed himself forward. I almost cried out in pain but stopped myself short to be quiet. Another second and Jared had all six and a half inches in my ass, filling my tight hole. Within seconds Jared was plowing my ass so good I was filled with ecstasy.

Jared wasn't moving fast enough for my full enjoyment so I started pushing myself back onto his dick all the way into me. My cock was rock hard and my body felt like it was on fire. Jared was grunting and pushing forward with as much effort as he could. I felt like I was going to be split in two.

"Dawson, I'm going to cum." Jared moaned into my ear.

"Cum in my mouth." I replied and pulled him out, bending down in front of him.

Jared jerked his cock hard and moaned until it shot out into my waiting mouth. Mouthfuls after mouthfuls of cum pooled into my mouth as I guzzled it down and jerked myself off. When Jared had finished he bent down himself and sucked my cock. It seemed like the minute his lips touched my cock head I shot the largest load I had ever shot before, emptying my balls.

We laid down beside each other, enjoying the reprieve of the cold concrete on our overheated bodies. We were breathing shallowly and staring at each other, smiling for a few moments more before quickly getting dressed and pulling the boxes upstairs for our parents.

Before I left work later that night, Jared gave me his number. I think we'll be the best of cubicle buddies for a long time.