Office Hours
Special thanks to Master Baiter for the editing.
One Monday afternoon when I was off work and horny as all hell, I jumped on my favorite internet hookup site, looking for some action. I really didn't expect to find any because things get slow in my area in the middle of the day, especially early in the week.
I was surprised when I saw someone was online and close by too; it seems most of the time I have to drive miles to meet up with a guy. I hit him up with a message and he replied right away; he was in his office and badly wanted a blowjob! I offered to let him come by my apartment, but he said he had to stay at work.
I have to admit the thought of sex in public and semi-public places, and the chance of being caught, has a certain thrill for me. I worked in offices most of my adult life and had many fantasies of getting naked and naughty with coworkers or customers on my desk or under it. But it never happened.
The fantasy went into overtime after a coworker told me that one Saturday he had gone to our office and walked in to see our black female enlisted coworker naked on her desk, legs spread and our white male Captain sitting naked in a chair with his face between her legs.
Anyway, back to me, I had to ask about privacy, but he said no one would bother us, he worked alone, and his office was very private. I asked for his address, and I grabbed a quick shower and put on a t-shirt and gym shorts. Just the action of being nude in the shower and the anticipation had me getting hard.
Even though I could have walked, I drove, not really being sure of the place and exactly where it was. Only two blocks down and around the corner. It was a pleasant surprise. It was sort of a strip mall, back from the road and hidden by trees and bushes. I had been down that road numerous times and had never noticed the place.
The place didn't have any stores, but was instead filled with accountants, lawyers, insurance agents, and few other professional offices. It didn't appear to have a lot of traffic and certainly wasn't set up for foot traffic.
His office was on the second floor and at the end and around a corner; not much chance someone would just walk in thinking it was a store. A person would really need a reason to be there. There was a bicycle leaning against the safety railing which wasn't locked up. Maybe because of its privacy I knocked instead of just walking in. I had given him my name and he called out, "Jim, come on in."
I entered what looked like a 20 by 20-foot office. There were four filing cabinets on one wall. A few chairs on the back wall and what was different was instead of chairs there was a couch in front of the desk. I had seen couches in offices before but not in front of the desk. No pictures on the wall or plants scattered around. The place was nothing fancy.
Though it had a large window, a heavy curtain made the room dimly lit but I could see well enough from just the computer monitor's light. He had an impressive set up around his very large wood desk, he had four computer screens, two on his desk and two behind him. The ones behind him had financial stuff displayed that I could not understand.
Also on the back wall was the largest widescreen HDTV I have ever seen, but it was off at the time.
He introduced himself as Stan. He was six foot tall, about 40, weighed about 170 pounds, blonde and blue eyed; he was in pretty fair shape, like me.
We made some small talk, and he explained what he did. Something with insurance and the stock market and I'll be damned if I can recall or explain it. Hell, I didn't even understand most of what he said at the time. He said he could work from home but didn't want all the stuff in his house and liked separating work from home and going and coming to the office got him outside. On nice days he rode his bike.
I felt that the small talk was ending and I stepped around his desk and towards him. I wasn't there for an education in finance.
On his large desk he had two other monitors that I could not see what was on them until I stepped to his side of the desk. One had the gay hookup site we met on display, and a list of guys and the other was playing gay porn, two muscle men were working a twink over between them, spit roasting him.
He noticed me looking and I said, "There is a lucky fellow, getting two cocks, one on each end."
Stan looked at the screen, "Yeah, some guys have all the luck, don't they."
"Well," I said, stepping up to him. "I think you might have some luck here."
He hadn't stood up from his office chair until then but as he did, I saw that his zipper was down and his cock was sticking out, already hard.
He laughed and said, "You said something in your message about a blowjob?"
"No, you did." I replied, "but I will be glad to help you with that."
"Mind if we get nude. I like for everyone to be nude when I have sex."
"Everyone? Expecting more people to join us?"
"Yes. In case you turned out to be a flake and didn't show, I was hedging my bets. Do you mind if someone else shows up? I can't say that they will."
"Not at all! The more the merrier but should I lock the door?"
"Nope, no one will bother us here"
We really hadn't discussed what we wanted from each other. I knew I was expected to give a blow job. I was hoping that he would return the favor.
I know a lot of guys suck or get fucked without being paid back but hey, I like getting sucked off too! I've sucked off to many guys that go as soon as they cum, leaving me with blue balls.
A lot of guys don't like any type of affection either. No touching, kissing, hugging, just suck my cock and get the fuck out. I have to laugh that a guy will suck my cock, lick my asshole, but won't kiss. I guess kissing makes them gay.
I stepped up to Stan, thinking he only wanted a blowjob since that was all we discussed.
I was reaching for his belt when he put his arms around me and pulled me to him, tilted his head a bit and then gave me a long French kiss that I was happy to accept. We pulled into each other tight and rubbed our legs together.
We moved apart a little and he started nibbling my ear and kissing my neck. At the same time, I was rubbing his back and running my foot up and down one of his legs. I had kicked off my sandals as I walked up to him.
After kissing and nibbling each other, we grabbed each other's cocks and asses through our clothing. I could feel his hard cock as he ground into me and my cock responded in kind.
I was delighted that he was showing my body so much attention. I thought this might just be a quick encounter, but it was becoming passionate, with a lot of foreplay.
I had on very baggy shorts held up by a drawstring. I loved these shorts and had several pairs. They were the perfect summer shorts, cotton, very loose weave.
And when the drawstring was pulled and released, they would fall straight to the floor.
