Can't Fight it

Oliver wasn't in control of his body as he placed one hand on the back of Simon's neck and kissed him. Simon returned the embrace without hesitation, sliding off the bar to pull Oliver even closer. Oliver moved on instinct alone, pushing Simon's back to the bar as he kissed him with abandon. He was harder than he'd ever been, his cock straining against his jeans, pressed against Simons own rapidly growing erection.

Simon was grabbing Oliver's ass as they continued to kiss, pulling his head away to nibble down Oliver's neck. "Do you want-" Simon began, tilting his face to look Oliver in the eyes, "to help me check inventory in the back?" The question brought Oliver back to Earth, regaining some control of his senses. He had kissed Simon, and now he had to make a choice that could alter his life. But he was alarmingly horny, sexual orientation be damned, this fucking shift be damned, he WANTED Simon.

Without a word, Oliver kissed Simon again, and tugged him by his belt towards the back room. The two stumbled into the storage area and took a moment to look at each other. Oliver looked at Simon like it was the first time he'd met the man. Dressed in purple shorts and a bedazzled black and pink tank top, a fraction taller than Oliver, his black hair swept to the side, a dancers body that-

"Enjoying the view are we Ollie? Even with all these clothes in the way?" Simon smirked, the shock of the situation wearing off and his usual bedroom dominance rearing up. Simon dragged a finger under Oliver's t-shirt, tracing a line up to his collar bone. Oliver shrugged the shirt the rest of the way off to an appreciative stare from Simon. "Now that's a good start Ollie" Simon removed his own shirt in a single fluid motion, drawing back closer to Oliver so their bare chests were touching "but there's still more of you I want to see."

Oliver kicked his shoes off and went for his belt before being interrupted "actually Ollie, if you don't mind, I could use a hand with mine first" Simon whispered, placing a hand on Oliver's shoulders and gently pushing him down. Oliver sank to his knees and undid the buttons of Simon’s shorts, gently pulling boxers and shorts down together. "Oh fuck Si, it's so big" Simon's dick was right in front of him, a drop of precum at the tip just an inch from his mouth. Simon stood silently above him, his undivided attention on his "straight" coworker in his first test.

Oliver rose to the occasion, reaching a hand up to start slowly jerking Simon's shaft. Hesitantly opening his mouth, he enveloped the tip of Simon's dick and started slowly sucking. Simon moaned softly, placing a gentle hand on Oliver's head. Simon didn't apply much pressure, but it was enough to goad Oliver to pick up the pace. Oliver pushed as far as he could on his first real blowjob, his nose pressed into Simon’s pelvic bone as the cock slid all the way down his throat. “Jesus Christ Oliver, do you not have a gag reflex? How have you hidden this from me for so long?” Simon stared in disbelief as his shaft disappeared into Oliver, amazed at the previously unknown talent laid bare.

Oliver resumed kissing and licking Simon's shaft and found his free hand undoing his belt. Without pausing his efforts on Simon, Oliver started playing with his own painfully hard cock. Simon pulled Oliver's head more insistently back down, picking up the pace as Oliver struggled to breathe. "God. Damn. Teasing. Little. Slut. All. Summerrrrrr" Simon punctuated each word with a thrust, and on the final syllable held Oliver's head firm as he erupted into Oliver's mouth. Ropes of salty cum filled Oliver's mouth, his own release just moments away, instinctively swallowing Simon's load. Oliver was pulled to his feet and pushed against the wall. Simon had one hand one Oliver's throat, and the other swept away Oliver's own hand to take its place on his cock.

Simon squeezed Oliver's throat enough to feel the pressure and started pumping Oliver's dick. Simon nibbled on Oliver's earlobe, increasing the speed and intensity of his thrusting hand. "You know Oliver, this doesn't have to be a one off." He bit Oliver's neck, relishing the moan it drew out.

"One of these nights I'm going to take you back to my place Ollie, and I'm going to throw you down on my bed-" Simon bit again, nipping a little harder this time. "I could bend you over, and fuck your virgin ass until you cummmmm" Drawing out the last syllable, he kissed Oliver, tasting his own cum on the younger man's lips. Oliver could take no more, surrendering to the orgasm. Oliver erupted all over Simon's abdomen, more cum than he'd ever seen in his life and collapsed into Simon.

"Holy shit Si" Oliver breathed heavily as he rested his head on Simon’s shoulder. Simon cradled the younger man’s head, stroking his hair. On the inside, Simon was crowing with his hard-earned victory- sure the boy had things to learn about giving head, but that would come with practice. Simon grabbed a dishrag from a nearby shelf, wiping the remaining cum off his chest. “My my Ollie, little pent up were we?” Simon tipped Oliver’s chin up and planted a tender kiss on his lips, far gentler than the last one. Glancing at his watch, Simon chuckled and said “we’re really pushing Carlos’ tardiness as far we can Ollie darling- while I’d love to whisk you away and fuck you senseless we do sadly have to do our jobs tonight.”