It was a wonderful day to hang-out together...and spend time chilling out or cocooning. It had been raining all day, so we planned to check out a movie later.
Eric had to run into work for a file so I rode along and we stopped for coffee. He wanted to show me around. With our past exploration of office fantasies, of course, I teased him about ulterior motives...he smiled and continued driving. I knew we'd both enjoy it...it was some hot sex...plus, it was a Sunday and we knew there'd be no one around...it was secretive and sexy. I guess it didn't matter so much, anyway...if someone did catch wind. Most of his colleagues had met me; and in a moment of after-hours bar conversation, we found out that couple others had explored some office fantasies, too. They wouldn't admit to using the office, but many were convinced that Jeremy had used his desk numerous times, with his wife. We joked that maybe they should name their first child Post-it or Stapler.
We parked on the street and ran through the rain. The office was in one of the old warehouses, along the lake. It was a beautiful loft suite with the rich patina of old brick and high ceilings. When the elevator door parted, we were at a sleek reception area and rain was blowing against the big towering windows. The wind almost echoed through the building. He described the normally raucous, bustling office, but it was unusually quiet and cozy inside; we looked out over the lake into the blustery sky.
Eric showed me around and pointed out a few projects they had going. It wasn't long before he pulled me into a conference room. He locked the door and shoved his tongue between my lips...things progressed rapidly. I felt his dick, pressing on my hip. That cock was such a turn on, I ran my hands up over his back and then back down to hold his ass, with my palms. He reciprocated by loosening my belt; and dropping to his knees, to pull my pants to the floor. I felt his hand wrap around and grip it, rock-hard and staring him in the face. "Mmmmm, that's a prize...right there!"
Grasping at the tip, he began jacking...he's always ready for cock. He loved everything about cock, especially a cock with some beef...some thickness. I sat on the edge of the big table and he licked over the purple head (it reminded me of a tongue being treated to a raspberry Popsicle). He ran his tongue over the entire length, from base to tip; I moaned and grabbed hold of his head to push him up and down over me. Taking as much as he could, he kept it probing deep...he loved that pressure on his throat. Spit was running from his mouth and I felt the tip being squeezed by his throat...fuck he loved cock. I pumped and pumped it into him, "Suck me, dude...fuck! Take it...take it, deep...suck meeeee...yesssssss!"
I knew he wanted more...we both did. His big erection, just yearning to be released, I fumbled to pull his pants open and wrapped my hand around it. Rubbing up and down, over its length, I looked up to him, "Fuck, I need some, too...I want you so fucking bad!"
Wasting no time, we dropped to the floor and I flipped around take him into my mouth. Eric was almost panting to resume where he had left off...he wanted my cock, back in his mouth. He knew how to drive me wild with a blow job; stroking my face down over that meat, I tried to match him. As he sucked and moved up and down over the shaft, his tongue flicked over the tip. The muffled moans and sloppy sounds of two men face-fucking, filled the room. While I worked his cock, I found myself distant and thinking there was something amazing about having a nice, long cock in my mouth. The intimacy was empowering and uplifting. The length, the girth, texture...even the taste was incredible. The mild saltiness, of cum oozing from his dick, only made me want more.
We rolled around on the floor for a long time, before he abruptly said he wanted to go get some lube. "I got some in the desk."
"Okay...Eric," and he ran out of the room.
We'd been together long enough for me to know that lube meant, Rob was getting some ass...some hot little ass. But Eric had a surprise...he came back with a big grin and waving a big dildo (a big veiny dildo), "Look what I got, dude!"
"That looks fun...where the fuck'd you get it?"
"Oh...I keep it for the late nights, when I'm here alone...I lock it in my bottom drawer."
He stroked some lube over the whole length and grimaced with a long, extended groan as he pushed it deep into his ass...in a broad stance, he worked his ass and stroked his big cock...all for my viewing pleasure.
