Office fun

I was sitting at my desk, up to my eyeballs in work, when that guy walked by.

“I’m going to the can. Come with?” that guy asked, slowing down slightly as that guy passed my desk.

“What?” Surely I hadn’t heard him right. that guy was straight, wasn’t he? I mean, he had a wife and kids, and I had not ever picked up any homosexual vibes from him in advance of.

this chab stopped and turned back to me. “Come with me.”

“To the restroom? Why? No!” I was shocked at his request.

that guy merely shrugged and gave a shy grin, then turned and walked away.

I sat at my desk pondering his request, thinking of his chiseled face and his broad shoulders. The boy was a looker that was for sure. Finally, curiosity got the better of me. I left my desk, following in the direction he had gone. The men’s room was just down the hall.

I hesitated in front of the door, then took a breath and pushed it open. that guy was standing with his back to me, facing the sink. this guy smiled at me in the mirror. I heard the door swing closed behind me and realized I was frozen where I stood, our gaze locked.

that guy turned and walked toward me, pushing me back until I felt my back pressing against the door.

His lips met mine, kissing me hard; his tongue exploring my mouth during the time that his hand fumbled with the zipper of my pants.

My slacks fell to my ankles as he reached into my cotton briefs and began stroking my already hard shlong.

I heard a groan and realized it came from me. this guy looked me in the eyes and smiled, then silently slid down to his knees in front of me.

I sucked in a breath through my teeth as his warm, moist face hole engulfed my wang. this chab slid his tongue down my shaft, twirling and teasing. Married or not, this guy was no stranger to sucking jock.

His hand made its way to my sac, rolling my balls in his palm then giving them a gentle tug. All the while his face hole was doing things my dong had at no time felt in advance of.

I have no idea how long I stood there like that, my back against the cold hard door, whimpering quietly while this guy had his way with my jock.

Maybe it was the intrigue of having a supposedly str8 chap blow me, or maybe the passion of knowing we could so easily acquire caught by an unsuspecting employee or boss, but more than likely it was the tickle of his finger over my aperture that caused my balls to tighten. I wouldn’t final much longer.

My knees grew weak and I clamped my face hole shut to keep from calling out as his finger shoved in my aperture whilst at the same time his face hole swallowed around my 8-pounder.

My agonorgasmos took me and I shot my load into his mouth. this chab drank me in and then continued to take up with the tongue and suck me as I stood there trying to recover.

When my breathing had somewhat returned to normal, that guy pulled up my pants and stood, kissing my lips one greater amount time, then whispered into my ear, “You have a pretty cock.”

I know I must have had a inexperienced grin on my face as he slid me over from the door, then opened it and left; leaving me to acquire my bearings in advance of returning to my desk and the mountain of work, with a whole new look on the day.