The Office Hookup
The following story contains graphic depictions of sex between men. If you
do not wish to read such stories, or you are a minor, or such stories are
illegal where you leave, please navigate away from this page.
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"Oh, you're working on the weekend, too."
Stupidly stating the obvious. I hadn't expected anyone else to be
at the office on a beautiful fall Sunday, and I hadn't realized he was even
there until I went to take a leak. But there he was, standing at the far
left urinal, wearing baggy khaki cargo shorts and a NASA t-shirt. Geek
chic, right down to the nerdy black plastic glasses.
"Yeah, gotta finish something for Steve's project."
We made awkward chit-chat as we both stood there with our dicks
out, pissing away. He definitely wasn't my usual type, but there was
something about him that turned me on. Blond, pale and smooth skin,
couldn't really tell what his body was like under the clothes. Very
reserved, but I had a feeling that hidden passions might lurk under the
flat affect. Though with no read on which way he swung, and a strict
personal policy of keeping my nose clean as far as the research assistants
were concerned, I would never find out the truth, right?
It was perfectly innocent to agree to take a look at some code he
was working on.
"I'll drop by your office in a sec," he said over his shoulder as
he strolled towards his cubicle. I glimpsed a hint of a crooked grin.
And I felt a slight flutter of butterflies. What the hell was that
about?
I was still wondering twenty minutes later, as he leaned over my
shoulder, pointing to something on my computer screen. I felt his warm
breath on my neck, and then the electric touch of his lips. Oh, fuck, I
thought. Here we go.
I turned my head. "OK, Michael, I don't know if this is such a good
idea."
"I think it is," he said simply, again with the goofy grin, as he
swiveled my chair around and leaned down to kiss me, nuzzling my two-day
stubble.
My resistance melted pretty quickly, and I began to explore the
hidden terrain under his shirt. God, his skin was so smooth and toned.
Clearly he was more of an athlete than I would have guessed. Volleyball, I
found out later. I pushed his T up, exposing his eraser-head nipples. They
tasted faintly of soap, recalling his morning shower, and he groaned as I
tongued them.
"Take off your shirt," I told him as I reached for the buckle of
his belt. I wanted him naked in front of me. He didn't resist. After he
obediently stepped out of the shorts that dropped around his ankles, I
slipped down the precum-stained boxer shorts, releasing his cock, which
proudly protruded from his thatch of blond hair.
It was a good thing I was still sitting, because the smell of his
sex made me slightly wobbly in the knees. His cock was very handsome. Maybe
seven inches long, uncut, with a tidy foreskin, nicely tapered from a thick
base to its sleek head. I couldn't think of anything to do other than taste
it, so that is what I did. As I worked my lips down its length, I wondered
how many times he had been sucked off. He was still pretty young. Maybe
he'd had a lot of experience, but maybe it was all still new enough that he
felt something different every time. At 46, I was probably twice his age
and had a lot more miles on me, in and out of the sack. Not yet done it
all, but done most of it. Sucking his young cock made me think about what
I'd felt when I was his age. Still seeing with fresh eyes the wonder and
mystery of the land of sex between men.
Although he was clearly enjoying himself, he stopped me in spite
of, or even because of, the tightening of his balls.
"Your turn," he said simply, as he pulled my shirt over my head.
Soon I was equally naked, and he pulled me to him, pressing his lithe frame
against my muscular body. "I like the feel of your hair on my chest," he
whispered. "And I want your cock inside of me."
We kissed for a few minutes, grinding against each other, and then
I turned him around, enveloping him in my arms, nestling my erection in the
crack of his ass.
"Fuck you feel good," he said, moving up and down against me. "I've
wanted you to fuck me ever since I saw you."
"I didn't know you were such a horny little fucker," I hissed in
his ear. "You're really ready for my big dick?" My hands roamed over his
sweaty torso, alternating between milking his slick cock and twisting his
tits.
I reached over to my desk drawer and pulled out the little tub of
shea butter I kept there for winter moisturizing. I never would have
dreamed I would need to use it for lube, but it actually worked pretty
well.
"How do you want it? What have you thought about over in your
cubicle, when you should have been working?"
"I want to ride you first, and then you can do whatever you want."
Happy to fulfill his fantasy, I lay down on the floor, and he
straddled my hips and leaned forward to kiss me as my greased tool poked at
his hole. I teased him a bit before attempting to slide my head in.
"Oh, God," he groaned, clearly in a bit of pain. I eased off before
trying again, and he tightened up again after I poked maybe an inch or two
inside.
"Is it too thick?" I asked, more out of concern than any
braggadocio.
"It's what I want," he grunted. "Let me try it like this."
Squatting over me, he spread his legs wide and parked my cock right
up against his hole. His own leaking dick pointed skyward, visible evidence
of his desire. I reached out and tugged at it as he slowly impaled himself.
Every muscle tightening, he had an expression of intense concentration on
his face. I realized at that moment that he still had his glasses on. For
some reason, that made him even sexier to me."
"What a sexy little nerd," I whispered, stroking his cock. By that
point he had bottomed out, and I was completely encased in him, tight as
fuck. I hadn't felt so turned on in years, and it just got better as he
began to move up and down, using me to scratch every itch that had ever
gone unscratched. Building up his confidence as he fucked, he relaxed his
grip on my shoulders and permitted himself to go exploring with his hands.
I did the same, though I was careful about stroking him too much. His dick
had noticeably darkened and looked like it was on the verge of an eruption
of major proportions. I didn't want him to cum just yet.
"Oh fuck, oh fuck," he kept groaning. Once he got used to having me
inside of him, I began to pump up with my hips, meeting each of his
downstrokes. He seemed to like that, and I sure as hell did.
Planning my next move, I decided I wanted him on all fours. He
didn't resist as I pulled out and repositioned our bodies. Taking my place
behind him, I parted his firm cheeks and exposed his pucker, smooth save
for a few wispy blond hairs. Thanks to his warmup, I encountered little
resistance as I pushed inside. Once I was balls deep, I leaned over and
draped myself across his back, wrapping my arms around his torso as I
fucked him. Occasionally I reached down to stroke his rock hard cock.
"This what you want?" I whispered in his ear.
"Fuck yeah, fuck me with your big dick."
I leaned back a bit so I could watch my cock as I pumped in and
out. His fleshy ring had turned a deep crimson, and it clung to my slick
tool on each stroke. It's just a fact that I am pretty big, both long and
thick, but he took every inch like a champ.
it would have been very easy to dump my load right then and there,
but I wanted eye contact. We repositioned ourselves again, so he was on his
back with a rolled-up towel under his butt, elevating him slightly.
Grabbing his ankles, I was able to control his exact position, permitting
me to massage his prostate as I fucked him.
"You about ready to cum?" I asked.
"Mmmm, aahhhh, fuck."
Interpreting that as an affirmative, I grabbed his left hand with
my right, and guided it to his leaking tool.
"Let's jerk you off together."
And that's exactly what we did. It didn't take long, either. After
a couple of dozen strokes his balls tightened up into a taut package,
signaling that they were locked, loaded, and ready to fire. I felt it start
deep inside of him, as his slick canal started to pulse around my prong,
and then he erupted with thick, ropy strands of semen. He well and truly
hosed himself down.
Still inside, I leaned down and placed my mouth on his, parting his
lips with my tongue, sharing his hot breath.
"Mmmm, nice," he said. I shifted my weight, trying not to crush him
under my frame. "Your cock feels amazing in me. But I want you to cum in my
mouth."
Who was I to argue? I slipped out, wiped myself off with the towel,
and leaned back as he crouched between my legs and began to suck me off.
Again, I was a little surprised at how well he could accommodate my size,
though I later learned that he had had a very hung boyfriend in college,
which had given him valuable training in the care and feeding of a big
dick.
Now it was my turn to give in to the need for release. As he
sucked, he began to finger my asshole, making me shiver involuntarily. He
paused to spit on his index finger, which he slipped inside as he went back
to sucking. My orgasm was more or less preordained once he began to massage
my interior pleasure button. Our eyes locked as I went over the point of no
return, and he opened his mouth so I could see the jets of cum that coated
his tongue. He swallowed most of it, but some escaped and dribbled down his
chin.
Exhausted after our workout, we lay collapsed on the floor for ten
minutes or so, curled together while we caught our breath.
"I guess I should get back to work," he finally said.
"Seriously?"
"Don't want to piss Steve off."
"I'll just tell him that you had to help me with some urgent
business. I thought you might want to grab some dinner. We could even make
something at my place."
"That sounds like it could be more than dinner."
And indeed it was.
The following story contains graphic depictions of sex between men. If you
do not wish to read such stories, or you are a minor, or such stories are
illegal where you leave, please navigate away from this page.
____________________________________________________________________________
"Oh, you're working on the weekend, too."
Stupidly stating the obvious. I hadn't expected anyone else to be
at the office on a beautiful fall Sunday, and I hadn't realized he was even
there until I went to take a leak. But there he was, standing at the far
left urinal, wearing baggy khaki cargo shorts and a NASA t-shirt. Geek
chic, right down to the nerdy black plastic glasses.
"Yeah, gotta finish something for Steve's project."
We made awkward chit-chat as we both stood there with our dicks
out, pissing away. He definitely wasn't my usual type, but there was
something about him that turned me on. Blond, pale and smooth skin,
couldn't really tell what his body was like under the clothes. Very
reserved, but I had a feeling that hidden passions might lurk under the
flat affect. Though with no read on which way he swung, and a strict
personal policy of keeping my nose clean as far as the research assistants
were concerned, I would never find out the truth, right?
It was perfectly innocent to agree to take a look at some code he
was working on.
"I'll drop by your office in a sec," he said over his shoulder as
he strolled towards his cubicle. I glimpsed a hint of a crooked grin.
And I felt a slight flutter of butterflies. What the hell was that
about?
I was still wondering twenty minutes later, as he leaned over my
shoulder, pointing to something on my computer screen. I felt his warm
breath on my neck, and then the electric touch of his lips. Oh, fuck, I
thought. Here we go.
I turned my head. "OK, Michael, I don't know if this is such a good
idea."
"I think it is," he said simply, again with the goofy grin, as he
swiveled my chair around and leaned down to kiss me, nuzzling my two-day
stubble.
My resistance melted pretty quickly, and I began to explore the
hidden terrain under his shirt. God, his skin was so smooth and toned.
Clearly he was more of an athlete than I would have guessed. Volleyball, I
found out later. I pushed his T up, exposing his eraser-head nipples. They
tasted faintly of soap, recalling his morning shower, and he groaned as I
tongued them.
"Take off your shirt," I told him as I reached for the buckle of
his belt. I wanted him naked in front of me. He didn't resist. After he
obediently stepped out of the shorts that dropped around his ankles, I
slipped down the precum-stained boxer shorts, releasing his cock, which
proudly protruded from his thatch of blond hair.
It was a good thing I was still sitting, because the smell of his
sex made me slightly wobbly in the knees. His cock was very handsome. Maybe
seven inches long, uncut, with a tidy foreskin, nicely tapered from a thick
base to its sleek head. I couldn't think of anything to do other than taste
it, so that is what I did. As I worked my lips down its length, I wondered
how many times he had been sucked off. He was still pretty young. Maybe
he'd had a lot of experience, but maybe it was all still new enough that he
felt something different every time. At 46, I was probably twice his age
and had a lot more miles on me, in and out of the sack. Not yet done it
all, but done most of it. Sucking his young cock made me think about what
I'd felt when I was his age. Still seeing with fresh eyes the wonder and
mystery of the land of sex between men.
Although he was clearly enjoying himself, he stopped me in spite
of, or even because of, the tightening of his balls.
"Your turn," he said simply, as he pulled my shirt over my head.
Soon I was equally naked, and he pulled me to him, pressing his lithe frame
against my muscular body. "I like the feel of your hair on my chest," he
whispered. "And I want your cock inside of me."
We kissed for a few minutes, grinding against each other, and then
I turned him around, enveloping him in my arms, nestling my erection in the
crack of his ass.
"Fuck you feel good," he said, moving up and down against me. "I've
wanted you to fuck me ever since I saw you."
"I didn't know you were such a horny little fucker," I hissed in
his ear. "You're really ready for my big dick?" My hands roamed over his
sweaty torso, alternating between milking his slick cock and twisting his
tits.
I reached over to my desk drawer and pulled out the little tub of
shea butter I kept there for winter moisturizing. I never would have
dreamed I would need to use it for lube, but it actually worked pretty
well.
"How do you want it? What have you thought about over in your
cubicle, when you should have been working?"
"I want to ride you first, and then you can do whatever you want."
Happy to fulfill his fantasy, I lay down on the floor, and he
straddled my hips and leaned forward to kiss me as my greased tool poked at
his hole. I teased him a bit before attempting to slide my head in.
"Oh, God," he groaned, clearly in a bit of pain. I eased off before
trying again, and he tightened up again after I poked maybe an inch or two
inside.
"Is it too thick?" I asked, more out of concern than any
braggadocio.
"It's what I want," he grunted. "Let me try it like this."
Squatting over me, he spread his legs wide and parked my cock right
up against his hole. His own leaking dick pointed skyward, visible evidence
of his desire. I reached out and tugged at it as he slowly impaled himself.
Every muscle tightening, he had an expression of intense concentration on
his face. I realized at that moment that he still had his glasses on. For
some reason, that made him even sexier to me."
"What a sexy little nerd," I whispered, stroking his cock. By that
point he had bottomed out, and I was completely encased in him, tight as
fuck. I hadn't felt so turned on in years, and it just got better as he
began to move up and down, using me to scratch every itch that had ever
gone unscratched. Building up his confidence as he fucked, he relaxed his
grip on my shoulders and permitted himself to go exploring with his hands.
I did the same, though I was careful about stroking him too much. His dick
had noticeably darkened and looked like it was on the verge of an eruption
of major proportions. I didn't want him to cum just yet.
"Oh fuck, oh fuck," he kept groaning. Once he got used to having me
inside of him, I began to pump up with my hips, meeting each of his
downstrokes. He seemed to like that, and I sure as hell did.
Planning my next move, I decided I wanted him on all fours. He
didn't resist as I pulled out and repositioned our bodies. Taking my place
behind him, I parted his firm cheeks and exposed his pucker, smooth save
for a few wispy blond hairs. Thanks to his warmup, I encountered little
resistance as I pushed inside. Once I was balls deep, I leaned over and
draped myself across his back, wrapping my arms around his torso as I
fucked him. Occasionally I reached down to stroke his rock hard cock.
"This what you want?" I whispered in his ear.
"Fuck yeah, fuck me with your big dick."
I leaned back a bit so I could watch my cock as I pumped in and
out. His fleshy ring had turned a deep crimson, and it clung to my slick
tool on each stroke. It's just a fact that I am pretty big, both long and
thick, but he took every inch like a champ.
it would have been very easy to dump my load right then and there,
but I wanted eye contact. We repositioned ourselves again, so he was on his
back with a rolled-up towel under his butt, elevating him slightly.
Grabbing his ankles, I was able to control his exact position, permitting
me to massage his prostate as I fucked him.
"You about ready to cum?" I asked.
"Mmmm, aahhhh, fuck."
Interpreting that as an affirmative, I grabbed his left hand with
my right, and guided it to his leaking tool.
"Let's jerk you off together."
And that's exactly what we did. It didn't take long, either. After
a couple of dozen strokes his balls tightened up into a taut package,
signaling that they were locked, loaded, and ready to fire. I felt it start
deep inside of him, as his slick canal started to pulse around my prong,
and then he erupted with thick, ropy strands of semen. He well and truly
hosed himself down.
Still inside, I leaned down and placed my mouth on his, parting his
lips with my tongue, sharing his hot breath.
"Mmmm, nice," he said. I shifted my weight, trying not to crush him
under my frame. "Your cock feels amazing in me. But I want you to cum in my
mouth."
Who was I to argue? I slipped out, wiped myself off with the towel,
and leaned back as he crouched between my legs and began to suck me off.
Again, I was a little surprised at how well he could accommodate my size,
though I later learned that he had had a very hung boyfriend in college,
which had given him valuable training in the care and feeding of a big
dick.
Now it was my turn to give in to the need for release. As he
sucked, he began to finger my asshole, making me shiver involuntarily. He
paused to spit on his index finger, which he slipped inside as he went back
to sucking. My orgasm was more or less preordained once he began to massage
my interior pleasure button. Our eyes locked as I went over the point of no
return, and he opened his mouth so I could see the jets of cum that coated
his tongue. He swallowed most of it, but some escaped and dribbled down his
chin.
Exhausted after our workout, we lay collapsed on the floor for ten
minutes or so, curled together while we caught our breath.
"I guess I should get back to work," he finally said.
"Seriously?"
"Don't want to piss Steve off."
"I'll just tell him that you had to help me with some urgent
business. I thought you might want to grab some dinner. We could even make
something at my place."
"That sounds like it could be more than dinner."
And indeed it was.
