It had been a couple of days and I was due back at my favourite care home.
The previous two days had been boring, only one hand job given to an 80 year old, who came quickly and with little output.
Now I was back where the action was, having sucked three guys there the last time.
First though, I had to negotiate past Connor, the manager. I popped into his office just to say 'hi' but he stopped me and asked me over to his desk.
"You've been having fun, haven't you?" he accused but not in a threatening way.
"What do you mean?" I replied, acting innocent.
"Darling, we're both fags and you've been enjoying yourself, I know."
"Who told you?" I asked, although I could guess.
"It was Peter, he says you suck better than I do."
"Oh I'm sure he won't stop you." I could feel myself hardening as I spoke.
Connor got up from his leather chair and closed the blinds in his office, then locked the door. He was either going to hit me or kiss me and I was happy it was the latter.
"I wish you were a top, Alan." he said in between kisses.
He was a quick worker and had my cock out in seconds. It grew to its full six inches quickly. I reciprocated and had his cock untethered just as quickly. Connor had a lovely seven inch tool, which I know would have fitted beautifully inside my arse, if he had been inclined.
We kissed and rubbed cocks as we stood.
"Fuck it!" I panted out and dropped to my knees. My tongue slobbered over his silky cock and drilled into his cum slit.
"Oh you little minx!" Connor said warmly, as I squeezed his balls then fingered his chubby arse.
He gasped in a pleasurable surprise, as I licked his meat.
"Peter was right. You're good." Connor praised.
"Being a cum slut helps!" I added between licks.
I started to suck on him properly. I never tire of that feeling of hot, hard flesh in my mouth. I could suck cock all day. My dream was to find an older sugar daddy, who would bring in guys to fuck me if he was too tired.
I was lost in my fantasy as I heard Connor grunt "I'm cumming."
I was eager for the prize and my finger was buried deep in his arse as he spunked a hefty load down my throat. I swallowed every last drop of his hot cum, as it shot in three bursts.
My chance for a suck went out the window as knuckles chapped the office window. "I know you're in there, Connor. Are you hiding from me?" It was the unmistakable voice of Peter.
Connor put his cock away, as I did mine. Then he opened the blinds and unlocked the door.
"Hah, you don't need to be Sherlock Holmes to work out what's happened here, you dirty pair of faggots." Peter stood mocking.
"No need for that, Peter." retorted Connor.
"Isn't there? You've both sucked me off in the past week, now the nurse is doing you too."
"Peter, I was just about to visit you." I tried to say softly. "How have the haemorrhoids been?
"It's yours I fancy checking, you little slut."
"Peter!" Connor exclaimed.
"Leave him Connor, I can hardly argue with anyone calling me a slut."
