I Went Down to the Basement for the Keys and Came Back a Different Man

I had barely been Director of Systems and Infrastructure for two weeks at a corporate auditing consultancy when the memo reached me. The company was assigning me a service car, and I had to pick up the keys in the basement security booth. It sounded simple on paper.

That night I stayed late at the office, as I had on almost every night since I signed the contract. At eleven-thirty I shut down the computer, locked my office door, and walked toward the elevator. The entire floor was silent. The only sound was the hum of the nighttime air-conditioning.

I went down to the basement. The doors opened onto a half-empty parking garage, with two lonely cars in the back and neon tubes flickering as if they were about to burn out. I walked toward where I assumed the booth was, but no one was there. I looked left and right, hesitating between calling out and keeping on searching. It seemed rude to shout at that hour, so I headed toward a lit office at the far end of the level.

I was about ten meters away when I started hearing voices.

—When you’re about to come, let me swallow your milk.

I froze. The line had come through clearly, without a trace of shame, from the other side of the half-open door. For a moment I thought about turning back, but curiosity nailed my feet to the floor. I moved closer more carefully and peeked through the side window.

Two security guards, still wearing their uniform shirts, were sitting in their chairs, pantsless, calmly jerking off. They were talking to each other like it was some ancient ritual. One was dark, broad-shouldered, with his hair almost shaved off and arms that filled out the sleeves. The other was skinny, wiry, without an ounce of fat. They were stroking themselves unhurriedly, staring at each other’s cocks.

—I swear, Mauro, I need a good ass to fill —said the broad one—. I’ve gone a week without getting laid.

—I got married so I could have sex at home —the skinny one replied—. But seeing another dick close to mine has always driven me crazy.

This wasn’t for me.

I had never thought of men that way. Never. And yet, unable to help myself, I felt my own cock harden against the fabric of my trousers. It was throbbing as if it had a life of its own. I swallowed and decided to back away before they noticed me. I wanted to get back to the elevator, make some noise from a distance, and pretend I had just arrived.

I turned carefully and ran straight into another guard.

He was right behind me, silent, looking me in the eyes. He was bald, with a goatee, blue eyes, and a thick brown mustache. His uniform was immaculate. He said nothing. He dropped his gaze to my crotch, saw the bulge my trousers could no longer hide, and fixed his eyes on me again.

He raised his index finger and put it to his lips. Quiet.

He came close enough that his face was a hand’s breadth from mine. I could smell his breath, his bitter cologne, the heat of his chest. His right hand went down to my bulge and gripped it firmly, without asking permission. The left reached for his own buckle.

I didn’t move. I didn’t even breathe.

I heard the sound of his belt giving way, the zipper coming down, the fabric of his trousers opening. I looked down by instinct. His cock was there, pink, straight, thick, the veins standing out. It was beautiful in a way I had never known how to name. I looked back into his eyes and he, without saying a word, placed both hands on my shoulders and began to push me down. First gently. Then with more determination.

I bent my knees. I ended up kneeling in front of him.

I smelled him before I tasted him. The scent struck me as cleaner than I expected, almost warm. I closed my eyes, opened my mouth, and let him in. I didn’t know if I was doing it right. The only thing I knew for sure was that I didn’t want to scrape my teeth against that skin, so I held him with one hand and let my mouth adjust to his thickness. Slowly. With fear and curiosity in equal measure.

I looked up at him. His eyes were closed, his hands resting on my head without pressing, setting only the rhythm he preferred. We were like that when the office door opened and the other two guards came out, still half-dressed.

—Well, damn, Damián, you brought company and left us out —said the skinny one.

—Share him, man, don’t be selfish.

I let the cock out of my mouth and stood up slowly. The one called Damián looked me in the eyes.

—Do you want them to join in, or…?

That “or…” hung in the air. It could have meant many things. That he’d keep me to himself. That they’d kick me out of the parking garage with cocks. That none of this could be undone. For some reason, the only thing I managed to say was:

—Whatever you say, Damián.

—Then let’s go inside.

***

The skinny one and the broad one were already taking off their shirts when I walked in. I followed them and started unbuttoning mine without looking at anyone. I hung my jacket and tie over the back of a chair. My skin prickled when I felt the cold air. When I was down to socks and boxer briefs, Damián gestured toward the adjoining room.

—Come on, in here —he said from inside.

There were two single beds, wide enough for two people each. Between them stood the broad one and the skinny one, rubbing themselves slowly.

—Sit there —the broad one ordered. I did.

They came closer, each pointing his cock at my face. I lifted my gaze and met Damián’s eyes. I went to his mouth first. My hands moved to the other two, one on each side. After a minute I looked up and saw that Damián and Iván, the skinny one, were kissing calmly over my head. Mauro, the broad one, only looked at me, fixed and intent, as if memorizing my face.

I switched from one to the other almost without thinking. I wanted to taste them all. I wanted to do it right.

Damián peeled away from the group and lay down on the bed beside us. Iván and Mauro made me stand and walk over to him, and he gestured for me to sit with my ass close to his face. As soon as I did, I felt his tongue. He licked, pried my cheeks apart with firm hands, nibbled softly. It was new and humiliating and delicious all at once. On the other bed, Iván had knelt down to suck Mauro off.

—Get on all fours —Damián murmured.

I obeyed. I felt him stand behind me, felt him line the tip up against a place no one had ever entered before. Fear shot up my spine like an electric current. Damián noticed. He searched a drawer, opened a tube of gel, and spread it on me slowly. Then he started to push. Centimeter by centimeter, unhurried, pausing between each thrust so I could breathe. He was patient. He knew what he was doing.

The pain was real. So was the pleasure. When he was finally all the way inside, he stopped for a moment, as if giving me time to accept what was happening. Then he began moving, first gently, then with more hunger, and I felt my body opening to his rhythm.

Iván and Mauro came up to the head of the bed. They put their cocks at my mouth. It wasn’t easy to move my head to Damián’s rhythm, but I tried. I sucked one and then the other while Damián went in and out. At one point Damián withdrew and gave his place to Mauro. The broad one’s cock was good, but it didn’t have Damián’s size. That gave me room to focus on my mouth, where Iván held my head with both hands and pushed with greater freedom.

Mauro started to moan deeply. Iván looked at him. In one quick motion, he pulled Mauro’s cock out of my ass and put it in his own mouth. Mauro gripped the back of his neck and came there, eyes shut. Iván swallowed every drop, not missing a single one.

***

When Mauro stepped away, Damián came back. This time he made me lie face down and settled over me. One hand spread one cheek apart and the other guided his cock without hesitation. That deep warmth driving all the way in is something you don’t forget. He began to move slowly and gradually picked up the pace until the bed creaked with every thrust.

Iván came over again, this time to Damián’s face. He was jerking off right beside him. Each moan from him made Damián thrust harder. It was almost a silent pact between them. Until Iván gasped hard and came all over Damián’s face, just as Damián entered me one last time, making sure to leave everything inside. Then Damián leaned down and swallowed what was left on Iván’s cock with the same hunger he had used to open me up minutes earlier.

He pulled out slowly. I stayed there, sprawled out, soaked in sweat, feeling the heat running between my legs.

I thought it was over, but Iván lay back on the other bed and signaled for me to sit on his face. I did. I felt his tongue working, gathering everything my body was pushing out, without disgust, almost with devotion. Damián came up from the front, kissed my cock, and started a slow, technical blowjob, done by someone who genuinely enjoyed doing it. I didn’t last long. I emptied everything into his mouth without warning, and he swallowed it without blinking.

—Come on, Iván, now it’s my turn —Damián said when I finished.

He had me switch places. He sat on me slowly, letting my cock open him this time. He had incredible control of his sphincters. He squeezed and relaxed as if they were an instrument. It took me barely a couple of minutes to finish again. When I let the last drop go inside him, Damián stood up without fully coming off, walked to the other bed, and sat on Iván’s face so Iván could lick out what had remained inside him.

I watched them from the bed. Iván swallowed with his eyes closed, Damián let him do it with a small, still smile. Mauro, dressed again by then, watched the scene from the doorway as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

***

I got up, went to the bathroom, and showered with warm water. There were no towels. I let myself air-dry for a couple of minutes and went back to the office. Mauro offered me a coffee. I accepted. It was good and exactly what I needed. When I finished dressing, Damián and Iván came out of the bathroom.

—What a beautiful night —Damián said—. What’s your name?

—Andrés. Andrés Beltrán. And yours?

—Damián Cortés. A pleasure.

I looked at the other two.

—Iván Sotelo —said the skinny one.

—Mauro Lagos —added the broad one.

Damián suddenly frowned.

—Wait. You didn’t know each other? I thought he was a friend of yours.

Iván and Mauro looked at each other, eyes wide.

—He’s not your friend? —they asked almost at the same time.

The three of them stared at me. I smiled, set the coffee cup on the table, and adjusted my tie knot.

—Do you throw these parties often? —I asked.

They didn’t answer. I went on.

—I hope you invite me to the next one. I’m the new Director of Systems. I came down to pick up the keys to the car assigned to me by management.

The three of them stayed still, as if someone had turned off the sound. I smiled again and took a card from my inside pocket.

—Relax. I think we can keep being friends. I’m grateful. You made me discover a side of myself I didn’t know. Here’s my card. I’m available for whatever you need. I can see you’re good friends. Can you take one more?

—Yes —said Damián—. Gladly. I was your first man.

Iván and Mauro looked at each other and burst out laughing, a long, contagious laugh. Damián and I looked at each other too, and laughed with them.

Mauro handed me the car keys from the booth drawer. I said goodbye with a firm handshake. I walked back toward my parking space, the keys in my hand and a new feeling settling into my body.

It had always been hard for me to make work relationships. That night, in my second week, I already had three friends with every right in the world to fuck me, and for me to fuck them back.