This is a fictional story. All the names, places, and situations have been made up.
No characters are under the age of eighteen (18).
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David is at his desk looking over a proposal when Tony walks in.
Tony sits in a chair on the other side of the desk. "I can't believe management is still in their meeting." He takes a pencil out of the pencil cup and bounces it, eraser side down, on the desk. "Can't be good."
David sits back in his chair. "I hear they're talking about possible layoffs."
Tony puts the pencil back into the cup, and stands. "With the way business has dropped off, I wouldn't doubt it." He stands and starts to leave, when David's phone dings. Tony smiles. "Another picture of Jeff?" He quickly comes around the desk and stands behind David.
David frowns. "I'm not going to look at it." He puts the phone down.
Tony reaches across the back of David and puts his hand on Davids shoulder. "It's a crappy day with talk about layoffs." He gives Davids shoulder a squeeze. "Just a peek."
Knowing Tony isn't one to give up, David opens the message. The message starts. "Jeff wanted you to know he's thinking about you!!!" Under that text is a nude picture of Jeff, lying in bed on his back, with one hand under his head and his other hand holding his large, stiff cock, pointing straight up. Under the picture is more text. "He can't wait to see you again!!!"
Tony pats David on the shoulder. "And, I bet you can't wait to see him either." He pats Davids shoulder one more time before leaving.
David continues looking at the picture, remembering how Jeffs cock tasted, and how it feels in his ass. He closes the message and takes a deep breath. He slowly stands and rearranges his stiff penis. He looks out his office door and sees the hallway is empty. He quickly walks to the restroom at the end of the hall, relieved to find it's also empty.
Inside the restroom he walks to the last stall. Before he gets into the stall, he hears the door to the bathroom open. When he turns to see who it is, Tony is already rushing up to him. "Tony?"
Tony firmly pushes David onto the stall. Since David had turned, when he's pushed into the stall he's moving backwards. When he comes into contact with the toilet his knees buckle, leaving him sitting on the toilet seat.
David tries to stand. "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!"
Tony grabs Davids knees, pulls up his legs, and positions his feet on the grab bars on either side. His keeps his voice low. "I suggest you be quiet, unless you want someone to see what's going on in here." He grabs Davids wrists. "And you'll want to keep your feet up in case someone walks in." He moves Davids hands together and holds them, one over the other, against the wall. With his free hand he undoes his zipper and pulls his cock free. "As much as I'd be embarrassed, imagine what they'd think of you in your position." Tony lets go of Davids hands, leaving his hand against the wall for support. With his free hand, he points the tip of his cock at Davids mouth. "Now, start sucking, before I start making noise and we get caught."
David can hear the impatience in Tonys voice. He opens his mouth and slides his lips over the head of the cock and closes his eyes.
Tony whispers. "That's good, boi. Suck that cock."
David slowly swallows more of Tonys thick cock, feeling his lips stretching around it. When he feels something soft on his cheek he opens his eyes.
Tony is smiling and holding a wad of toilet paper. "You better take care of your little pecker."
Still holding Tonys cock in his mouth, David takes the wad of toilet paper, takes out his penis and begins masturbating, holding the tissue over the tip.
Tony takes his hand off his cock and grabs Davids hair to hold his head still. He then starts moving his hips, pumping his cock back and forth through Davids lips and into his throat. He continues to whisper. "That's it...let me fuck that sweet mouth."
When he hears someone come into the restroom David stops masturbating, being as still as he can.
Tony continues fucking Davids mouth, and whispers into his ear. "Keep stroking your pecker, boi. You don't stop unless I tell you to."