This is a 100% true story, dialogue as best I can remember.

Before I (31) moved to the US, I worked as a manager at a company in London. One of the younger (25) straight guys on my team was really hot: blond, toned, 6ft, Scandinavian but he had grown up in America, and had been a high-school wrestler. Let’s call him Freddie. I am a slim, white sub, 5ft10, 135 lbs (pic in profile).

I had always thought he was super cute, had jerked off thinking about him, but never pursued it cause he was straight, had a GF, and I was his boss. On my last day at work, he took a selfie on my phone smiling, which I thought was cute, but didn’t read too much into it.

Fast forward a year, and I visit London over the summer, and meet him for dinner to catch up. He arrives wearing a silk shirt, kindy floaty, with about four buttons undone, showing off his smooth pecs. 

We get wasted at dinner—just the two of us—and head back to my house, where my BF is at home too. We all hang out for a while, close on the sofa, with my ex-colleague in the middle. I think his legs are pressing up against both me and my BF’s legs.

Eventually, my BF goes to bed and Freddie and I are alone. It’s hot and the windows are open. For some reason, he takes off his socks, and I am mesmerized by his feet (must have been drunk). And I say, “don’t take this the wrong way, but you have such beautiful feet.”

“You like them?” Freddie says with a smile.

“Yes.”

“Get on the floor and take a closer look.’’

I couldn’t believe this was happening, but I move the ottoman out of the way and kneel in front of him. 

“Lick it,” Freddie says, his demeanor totally different. I start to devour his feet, so smooth and beautiful. Licking the soles, between his toes, sucking on his toes. I am also using my hands to feel up his legs.

I get to his crotch and he is hard. I pull his pants completely off, and start sucking his amazing 7-inch, thick, uncut Scandinavian cock. Licking his smooth, hairless balls. Then he starts getting rough with me, and forcing it all the way down. I am choking on him, and he keeps saying “breath through your nose”, and I say “I can’t”. 

He slaps my face. I am so turned on at my straight subordinate from work fucking my face, with me—his former boss—drooling and crying. At one point, he lifts his legs up and makes me rim him for a while; then back to sucking. 

He says he needs a break to pee, so we go to the downstairs bathroom and he eventually pees, and I lick his dick clean. Then I really want his cum, and starting sucking as good as I can. He eventually shoots his jizz all over my face, and stumbles quickly upstairs and leaves. 

I look in the mirror at the mess, and use my fingers to lick it all up and swallow it.

Amazingly my BF is snoring away upstairs and didn’t hear a thing. In the morning he says “You know I think Freddie was flirting with me last night.”

I saw Freddie one more time before I left, we went for a drink. He wore flip flops which got me excited but nothing happened. We have never mentioned it since. He is still with the GF. I still can't believe it happened.