A Quic Bj: Going Down

A Quick BJ: Going Down

A young exec takes the elevator down to the absolute bottom.

This tale is the result of my personal challenge to pen a one-shot stand-alone short story. If you're into guys in suits, first timers, domination, submission and ZERO romance, this might be the story for you, I hope you enjoy it.

THIS IS NOT a continuation or prequel to any other QUICK BJ stories.

Everyone is OVER 18 in this twisted tale. This is a work of fiction with some unsafe practices. Please be careful in real life encounters.

I stepped into the elevator with a mix of trepidation and excitement.

On paper, I had it made...a recent college grad with an entry level position with a good firm and even if I say so myself, I clean up nicely, especially in my business attire of a suit and tie. I was making decent money, putting a few bucks in the bank and although my dance card was currently free, I was pretty handy with the ladies. There was only one problem in my life... Greg.

It started a few weeks ago. Being the new hire, I would usually stay at work for an extra hour after everyone left to show the bosses that I was a go-getter. The building and parking lot were pretty much a ghost town at that time, so I was a bit surprised when I was leaving one night that the elevator stopped at the sixth floor. The door opened to reveal a tall man in his late thirties wearing a well-tailored suit. He seemed surprised to find me in the elevator, "Burning the midnight oil?" He stepped in and pushed the button for the lobby.

"Yeah...that's the price you pay for being the new guy in the office."

"I didn't think I had seen you before. Greg," he extended his hand.

"Tom," I introduced myself and shook his hand.

"Well, good luck with the new job. I'm sure you'll do great, Tommy."

The mirrored doors opened, and we went our separate ways.

That should have been the end of it.

The screwy thing is that when Greg shook my hand, it unleashed a wave of butterflies in the pit of my stomach, and I felt myself grow flushed. Nothing like that had ever happened to me before and I didn't know how to process it. Worse still, the sensation had only pleasurably intensified when he called me "Tommy" as if I was just a kid.

WTF?!

I pushed the event to the back of my mind, but it kept gnawing at me. The next night I watched the numbers on the elevator click down and breathed a sigh of relief when they passed six, but part of me was also disappointed that I had missed a chance to see Greg again. The next night when I was leaving, the elevator stopped at six. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up and the butterflies returned when the doors opened for Greg.

"Oh. Hi, Tommy."

"H-Hi, Greg..." Shit. Did my voice just crack?

"We have to stop meeting like this..." he quipped.

I chuckled and we exchanged pleasantries during the short trip to the lobby. Which gave me the opportunity to check out Greg's physical attributes. He was a couple of inches taller than me, handsome without being pretty, trim and fit with piercing gray eyes and black hair with a few flecks of gray at the temples. As we chatted, I felt the butterflies in my core go all aflutter every time he called me "Tommy". The doors opened to the lobby all too soon...or was it finally...and we stepped out.

"S'long, Greg."

"Have a good night, Tommy." Damn. The parting "Tommy" gave me a full-on chubby in my CK briefs! I almost bolted to the sanctuary of my car. WTF. Did I have a "thing" for Greg? No guy had ever interested me before, but Greg was pushing some kind of buttons that I never knew I had.

The next night the doors opened and I was disappointed to see that Greg was on his phone. He gave me a polite nod as he stepped in. I retreated to the back of the elevator to try to give him some privacy and caught myself checking out the broad shoulders, tapered back and beefy butt that lifted the tail of his fine suit. I pulled my gaze away, but instead found myself checking out his package in the mirrored doors. Thankfully they opened before Greg caught me. We went our separate ways, I walked away dejected until Greg interrupted his call, "...hold on. Have a good night, Tommy."

I perked up immediately, "You too, Greg!" I walked to my car with a bounce in my step at Greg acknowledging my existence. As I buckled up, I absentmindedly grabbed my crotch to find I was fully chubbed up again. WTF?! How could a guy just wishing me a good night get me pumped up?

On the way home I decided that my problem was that I was just backed up. I just needed to clean out the pipes. I hadn't shot a load in several days, so I was sure that my problem could be solved with a good old fashioned jerkoff session. As soon as I got home, I stripped down, fired up the laptop in my bedroom and pulled up my list of favorite pornos. I quickly zeroed in on one of my go-to favorites, "Slut Secretary Sucks Boss".

It started with an executive talking on the phone at his desk and the camera panned around to reveal a hot blond in a tight miniskirt bobbing her head in his lap. He finished talking and hung up, turning his attention to the blond. He was very verbal, telling her that she was doing a good job - wait a minute! - I paused it and backed up to the beginning...Son-of-a-gun...the boss in the suit kind of reminded me of Greg...

I breathed a sigh of relief. That must be it. Greg was reminding me of one of my all-time favorite jerk-off scenes. No homo... Whew. I relaxed and restarted the video, enjoying it as always. I watched the blond deep throating the boss' hard tool, she was really into it, going down to the base on Greg's rod...somehow the scene was hotter to me imagining that she was sucking off Greg...the lucky cocksucking slut. The camera panned around again, focusing on the blond like a POV video. I always imagined that she was sucking me off as I masturbated, but this time I was focused on the blond and soon found myself imaging what it would be like to be on your knees, looking up at Greg, looking into his piercing gray eyes with a mouthful of his hard cock, bobbing your head and sucking off a hot stud like Greg.

Then came the money shot...Greg pulled out, jerked his rod and roared down at her as he unloaded on her face and into her open mouth, "Take it you cocksucking slut! Swallow my load you dirty bitch! Take it all...!"

Her humiliation sent me over the edge as my own cock exploded in the most powerful orgasm of my life! I curled into a crunch and froze into position as my own load splattered all over my face and into my open mouth in perfect time with Greg's jets of cum hitting the slutty blonde in the face, his words echoing in my head, "Take it you cocksucking slut! Swallow my load you dirty bitch! Take it all...!" I swallowed the cum in my mouth the way Greg wanted me to like a dirty bitch.

I collapsed back on the bed, spent, gasping for breath, covered in rivulets of my own sperm and drifted off to dreamland...

Ping!

Shit. The elevator stopped at six again. How could I face Greg after imaging what it would be like to suck his cock last night. Fortunately, he was on his phone again as he entered with a head nod. I pushed the button for the lobby and tried to ignore his conversation. But what I couldn't ignore was the reflection in the mirrored doors of the bulge in his trousers. His jacket was open, and his hard cock was making an obvious bulge as it lewdly pointed towards me like an obscene divining rod while he discussed business on his phone, "Yeah, yeah...that sounds acceptable...no, nothing's wrong...it's just that little cocksucker Tommy getting hard from checking out my cock again..."

I was mortified! My jaw dropped and I looked down to discover that I was naked except for my fully tented underwear!

"Yeah...you want to suck my cock don't you Tommy?" Greg grabbed my cock and... I woke up! A new load fresh from my balls splashed my lips and chin, my tongue licked it up and swallowed it on instinct as I experienced my first wet dream in years. What THE Fuck!!! Greg had not only taken center stage in my pornos, but he had also now taken over my dreams!

The next day I was nervous as hell when I got in the elevator. I made a point of leaving a bit earlier than usual, hoping to miss Greg tonight. I pushed the lobby button and the doors rumbled shut. I didn't need to watch the floor numbers... my gut flip-flopped when I felt the elevator slow down and only one thought filled my being.

Greg.

"Tommy." It was a flat greeting, like a high school principal.

"Hey, Greg."

The doors closed. "I saw you checking out my package. Don't bother denying it."

I gulped. I was busted. What if Greg started telling everyone in the building? We rode in a long awkward silence until we mercifully hit the lobby and the doors opened.

"Stay." It was an order, and I froze like an obedient pup as Greg hit the button for the basement. The doors closed and my stomach flip flopped as I experienced the sensation of descending into the dark bowels of the building. We came to a stop at the bottom of the shaft and an awkward moment that seemed to go on forever. Then the doors opened. "Come," Greg ordered like I was a dog. I meekly followed him down the narrow hallway with my heart pounding in my chest. The basement was dingy, just a series of small rooms that acted as dead storage for the tenants. There could only be one reason why Greg brought me down here...to suck his cock. He stopped at one of the doors and pushed the combination buttons on the knob. The light came on as he opened the door, revealing a rough space with boxes of files stacked against the walls of the narrow room. We entered the dingy room and the door swung shut with heavy finality behind me. Greg pointed to a box against the wall, "Sit." It was only about a foot high, but I opened my suit jacket and sat down on the box.

Greg took a step forward until his crotch was in my face, "You know what to do Tommy." Maybe in theory I did, but I was out of my depth. I had never done anything with a guy before. Maybe this was just another dream? "Take it out."

I reached up with trembling fingers and pulled down the zipper in his expensive pinstriped suit pants. I glanced up at Greg. From crotch level, his business attire made him seem like an imposing authority figure. For the first time in my life, my cock jumped to full erection in my inexpensive slacks at the sight of another man. Greg gave me a nod and I reached into his fly to free his cock. I had done this maneuver countless times with my own cock, but I was now in unfamiliar territory, fishing around in another man's pants for his cock...

I easily found the large fly in his boxer briefs and reached inside. Contact! I touched another man's cock for the first time. It felt like a soft, silky-smooth, warm sausage in my hand as I pulled it into view. It was a healthy sized cock, not jaw-droppingly huge, but I was worried that it might be a bit too big for my first time. I hoped I wouldn't prove a disappointment to Greg...

I opened my mouth and moved closer to the head.

Greg sensed my hesitation. "It's okay, Tommy. You can do this. Don't be afraid..." he encouraged.

I closed my lips around Greg's shaft and licked the head.

It was done.

I was now a cocksucker.

"Atta boy, Tommy," Greg moaned. "Make me feel good..."

I started to suck and bob my head. Greg's cock started to inflate and harden in my mouth. I felt his strong hand on the back of my head. "Mmmmm..." I moaned at his gentle touch and Greg moaned softly in reply.

I was doing it! I was making him feel good, and it was the best feeling in the world. My hesitation melted away and I enthusiastically got to work on Greg's cock. I bobbed forward as far as I dared and sucked with hollowed cheeks while pressing my tongue against his shaft as I backed off slowly.

"Fuuuuuck, Tommy. That's soooo good... You sucked cock before?" I moaned that I hadn't before diving back down. "Then you're a fucking natural..." Greg husked. "You were made for this, Tommy. This is your purpose on this planet. Making men feel good with your sucking mouth."

I was eagerly believing every word that Greg was saying and regretted that I hadn't been doing this for years. I knew on some level that Greg would say anything to keep me sucking on his cock and he was just using me to get his rocks off, but it all just felt so right. I wanted to be used, to fulfill my purpose, to serve men as a cocksucker. I didn't just want to be used, I NEEDED to be used.

With a lifetime of pent-up need, I dove a little deeper on Greg's cock on each thrust, learning to accept it into my throat. If I was created to suck Greg's cock, his cock was created for the express purpose of fucking my throat. It had a bit of a downward curve that guided him straight down my gullet. I choked and gagged a few times, but I kept going back for more. Finally, I grabbed his hips and forced myself all the way down, fighting my gag reflex, fighting the burning need for air, because what I really NEEDED was every inch of Greg's cock deep inside my throat.

"Fuuuck, Tommy... you got it all... you hungry little cocksucking bitch!" Greg grabbed the back of my head with both hands and roughly impaled my head on his cock. Greg was right. This was my place. This is where I belonged...where I had ALWAYS belonged. I had found my place in the universe.

I had to pull off for air before I passed out. As I gasped for air, Greg continued to praise my skills as a cocksucker while I lapped up and down his shaft with my tongue, making a mess of myself, degrading myself, fulfilling my purpose, keeping him hard until I could dive back in. I caught my breath and dove back onto his cock with renewed purpose. The smacking, slurping, gagging sounds of my cocksucking echoed around the small tawdry room as I practiced my craft, just as other cocksuckers had done for millennia.

Meanwhile, Greg was doing what guys getting a blowjob had done for millennia, saying whatever their cocksucker needed to hear to keep him sucking dick. "Oh, fuck yeah...your mouth feels so good, Tommy. You were born to suck cock. You're a goddamn natural, Tommy..." he moaned above me as he grabbed my head with both hands and started to skull-fuck me.

I looked up at him with tears freely flowing down my cheeks, admiring the man in charge as his cock mercilessly skewered my throat. In and out. In and out. I held on as he used me, fighting against my gag reflex as I willed my body to cease any resistance and surrender completely to Greg's impaling cock. In and out. In and out. I instinctively grabbed onto his muscled butt for support and felt the strength of his clenching and unclenching glutes that pistoned his cock in and out of my throat. Drool and mucus poured out of my mouth, dripping off my chin, soaking my shirt and tie. His piercing eyes burned into my core as deeply as his thrusting cock. In and out. In and out. His pace quickened until he gave one final thrust and orgasmed with primal grunts. I felt his cock expand in my throat and then felt jet after jet of his semen blasted down my clutching throat.

He pulled out and I gasped for breath before diving back in, desperate to taste the last dregs of his cum. I savored the taste of the final remains of his orgasm, until he stepped back and raked his eyes over me, admiring his conquest as he put his cock away. I was now a sloppy mess, a pathetic cocksucker with tear-stained cheeks, mussed hair and a ruined suit, while Greg still looked impeccable in his designer suit. He helped me to my feet and led the way to the door.

As we waited for the elevator, Greg said in a businesslike tone, "You're a very talented young man, Tommy. I expect that we will be doing this again...and again."

"S-sure, Greg," I stammered lamely. "Any-anytime..." The elevator opened and we stepped inside. Shit. I had just volunteered to be Greg's regular cocksucker...and my cock was rockhard at the prospect.

"I'm going to hold you to that, Tommy. A hot mouth like yours shouldn't go to waste. Just don't expect anything in return."

"Uhm, okay, Greg..."

We hit the lobby and parted ways.

"See you again soon, Tommy..." Greg casually called over his shoulder as he left, but the implication was clear.

"Okay, Greg." I almost raced to my car. I couldn't wait to get home and jerked off behind the wheel in the dark parking lot to the memory of what I had just done. I had just sucked my first cock. I was now a cocksucker. I was Greg's cocksucker. I could still taste him, his cock, his cum...it was all so masculine and impossibly erotic...

I shot the biggest, most powerful load of my life up to my chin and all over my ruined suit and my car's interior. As I came down, I wiped an incriminating glob of cum off the window. On a whim I lapped it up. Then I leaned down and licked a large glob off the steering wheel. That seemed to finally sate my newfound hunger for cum...at least until I got home and jerked off again. I made sure to scoop up every drop of cum on my belly and licked my fingers clean. I had become a cum addict...

Two days later I was sucking Greg off again in the storage room...

The next day I was sucking Greg off again in the storage room...it became a routine...

Sucking Greg's cock...

Two or three times a week...

Again and again...

I couldn't get enough...

Weeks later...

It was Tuesday and I was in the basement yet again, licking the last of Greg's load off my lips. Mmm... I needed this so badly. I hadn't had a load of Greg's man juice since last Thursday.

"You're becoming a really good cocksucker, Tommy. You could still use some more practice, so I have a proposition for you. Option one, we can keep going like this, on the downlow. Every time you leave your job, if I push the elevator button for the basement, we come down to this dingy, sad little room and you suck my dick like the desperate, closeted little cocksucker you are.

Option two, you come work for me as my personal assistant. It's a crappy job, with longer hours and less money than you're making now, no future, no career, a total dead end...but instead of getting to suck me off two or three times a week down here, you'll get to suck my cock two or three times a DAY while kneeling on my office carpet in your cheap little suit. As my PA you'll be sharing a hotel room with me on business trips, spending some long "working" weekends together...just think of the fringe benefits, cocksucker..." Greg wiped a glob of his sperm off my chin with his thumb and fed it to me. I sucked and licked on it eagerly.

"Make a decision, Tommy."

I looked up into Greg's piercing gray eyes as I sucked his thumb. I could either continue being his DL cocksucker in this tawdry room, until I moved on in my career...and then what? Spend my life living a lie, visiting gloryholes, cruising truck stop toilets, scheduling blow and go hook ups on gay websites, paying young straight guys to let me suck their dicks in my car while the wife and kids were waiting at home?

Or...chuck everything I had worked so hard for, just for the opportunity to have ready access to Greg's cock? No future to speak of, stuck in a dead-end job, just scraping by in a crappy studio apartment, becoming his boytoy, dressing and grooming myself however Greg wanted, sucking his cock several times a day, swallowing gallons of his cum over the coming years...maybe I was even looking at DECADES of sucking his cock and swallowing his cum? I shuddered at the thought... Then there would also be the 'business trips" and long "working" weekends together... I understood the implication. Greg would be fucking me on those trips and long weekends. He would put me down on my hands and knees and mount me like a dog, breeding me, claiming me as his possession, his bitch. I had no desire to be fucked by Greg, but the thought of dropping down on all fours and presenting my virgin ass to him in complete surrender while he mounted me, made me moan submissively around his thumb in my sucking mouth.