A gay story: Jack Pt. 06: Sex Over the Intercom The new year hit, and things got a bit busy, Jack’s business had moved from the industrial complex to a store front and it was taking off, his office space, in this location, was at the back of the store. I hadn’t seen him for a few days, as he was always at work. The store was open long hours, and he was working most of them. I decided that if I wanted my boy’s ass I was going to have to go there and take it.
I pulled up to the lot, at about six, and parked on the office side, away from the store front. The office door isn’t generally open to the public, but Jack had given me a security card to get me in, if I ever needed to, though at the time I couldn’t conceive of a reason I’d need to. Today I needed to. I let myself in and knowing where his office was, I headed straight there. I was stopped by one of the ladies working there, but she said, Oh, he’s back in his office – I suspected she was the person working on my last visit to the old office space, and I guess she’d seen us together.
No one else bothered me, as I made my way to Jack’s office. The door was closed but I knocked once and let myself in. Jack was dressed for business casual, tan slacks and an open collared shirt. I could see he had several folders open on his desk and the computer screen was glowing and throwing light on his face. He looked up at the interruption and surprise then pleasure flitted across his face.
“What are you doing here?” he asked.
“Well, you’re never home so I decided to come to you. I needed your ass and I know you need it to be filled. So here I am.”
“Doug, it’s not the best time. We’re just finishing year-end inventories, I’ve got budgets to finalize, payroll to get done, and a lot of orders to review. You’re right I do need you, to feel you inside me, but I don’t think I have the time.”
“You’ll make the time,” I said, as I passed behind his desk and began to massage the back of his neck, rubbing his shoulders and down across his chest, tweaking his nipples through his shirt. The perky little devils stood right up. He leaned back into me, resting his head against my chest, and a little moan escaped his lips as my hands continued to work on his chest and nipples. Looking down I could see his cock beginning to stir in his pants. Leaning down, I kissed the top of his head while I let one hand travel down across his belly and felt that growing lump in his pants. Giving him a good tight squeeze, I whispered in his ear, “Do you really want me to stop?”
He moaned lightly again and tried to arch his head around to kiss me, but I wouldn’t let him just yet. “Answer me.” I demanded.
“No, please, don’t stop. You know I need you; I want you. Take me.” He replied and I tilted his head around and kissed him deeply, my tongue probing into his mouth, as we breathed deeply into each other.
I lifted him up and turned him around, his chair pushed out of the way and leaned into his desk. Just as we did, his hand hit the microphone switch on the box panel to the right of his monitor and there was a moment of static, then silence. Startled he pushed me away turned and shut the switch off. “Holy shit,” he said, “that was the intercom – it goes through the store and the office. Fuck, can you imagine if that had been on, I’d have died.” I turned him around and ignoring the interruption I began kissing him again. I pulled his shirt off and worked down his chest to his nipples. They were pert little buttons standing out from his chest. I sucked and chewed on each for a few minutes before I trailed down his body.
Kneeling in front of him, I could see that there was a large wet spot on his pants. “Did you cum already?” I asked him.
“No, I could have but that’s just precum” he replied.
I loosened his belt and undid his pants letting them fall to the floor, his grey boxers were even wetter than his pants had been. I caressed his cock through them before yanking them down. And I took his cock into my mouth, that big head filling my throat. He was moaning loudly now. I reached to stabilize myself against the desk and there that switch was. I don’t think that I consciously hit it, but a part me thinks that I did. He was moaning so loudly that he didn’t hear the static buzz as it came online.
“Oh, fuck Doug, suck my cock.” He cried out. “Fuck you’re going to make me cum” he said and that was my cue to stop before he did. He was so excited a stiff breeze could have triggered his load.
I stood up and pushed him down to his knees, I dropped my own pants, and my hard cock sprang forth, hitting him in the face. Taking it in hand, I slapped him across the face and told him to beg for my cock.
“Give it to me, Doug. Please, feed me your cock I need you to cum on my face, I need you, Doug. Please give it to me.”
I slapped my cock on his face a few more times, trailing precum across his cheeks then put my cock on his lips and said simply “Suck it”.
And he did. Jack is talented, but more importantly he knows my cock and he knows what I like, and he did it all. Taking me into his throat and holding me there as my cock head pulsed in his throat. Sliding up the shaft and licking the sensitive crown, before engulfing it again. And again. And again. In minutes he had me on the edge and I either had to cum or stop him. If I wanted to be in his ass, I needed to stop him. I pulled him off my cock and lifted him and kissed him deeply. I could taste just a trace of my precum on his lips and that made me kiss him deeper.
“Do you want me to fuck you, Jack? Ask me to fuck you. Tell me you need it.”
“Oh god, yes. I need you in my ass. It’s all I’ve thought about the last few days. Fuck me, please Doug. Take my ass. Fuck me hard.”
I turned him around and pushed him down over his desk chair, his ass in the air, as he bent across the arms and I leaned down and spit into his ass crack, I followed that with my tongue and then two fingers and for the next few minutes, I licked and tongue-fucked him, his ass open for me. Standing I positioned my cock against his hole and asked him again, “Do you want me to fuck you, Jack? Do you want my cock buried in your ass?”
“Please, Doug, give to me, don’t tease me. Fuck me, fuck me now.” He moaned out. And in response, I slid the first part of my cock into his ass, the head stretching him open and letting him close around me, holding there with my head inside him. He cried out, a long drawn out “FUUUUUUCCCCCCKKKKKK” And as he did that he pushed back onto my cock.
“That’s right, Jack, impale yourself on my big cock, feel every inch bury into your ass. Oh, fuck but you’re tight my boy.”
“It feels so good. Your cock belongs in my ass. And my ass belongs to you, Doug. Take it anytime you need it. It’s yours.”
“You don’t think I know that, boy. This ass is my trophy, my prize. I’ve won it and I’m keeping it.”
I fucked him there with him bend over the chair for a few minutes, both of us very vocal. I called him my bitch, he called me daddy, he begged me to go harder, I asked how hard, he answered harder, again, then I fucked him harder. He was so tight. I couldn’t barely keep from cumming.
I pulled out and lifted him off the chair and sat down in it and leaned back and told him to climb onto my cock. To ride me. And he did, his ass slid down onto me like it was designed with my cock in mind. A perfect fit. In this position, I could see his hard cock on my belly, leaking precum steadily. I stroked him a few times and he exploded across my belly and chest. The first shot hitting my beard. He moaned so loudly that I thought I’d killed him.
“Oh my god, yes, yes,” he cried as his seed spilled forth and covered me. I kept him riding for a few minutes more and finally I couldn’t take his tight ass any longer and I told him “I’m going to cum boy, do you want it in your ass or on your face?”
“In my ass, daddy,” he said, “I want to feel you breeding my ass. Fuck me, fuck your cum into my ass.”
And in a moment, I did. I shot deep inside him, but cum still drippled down and out of him onto my balls. His cock, never having gone soft, shot a few more spurts of cum onto my belly. I pulled him down and kissed him, directing his mouth to my beard and the dollop of his cum that landed there, “Lick it up” I told him, and he sucked his cum out of my beard. He climbed off my cock and licked his cum off my belly then continued down to lick the cum off my cock and balls. When he stood up, he had traces of cum on his face. I told him that I had to pee and we should get dressed. He pulled up his boxers and pants, he said he could feel my cum dripping out of his ass.
That’s when he noticed the intercom was on. He bolted and switched it off. “Fuck,fuck,fuck. How long has that been on?” he asked.
“I think the whole time. Maybe you never shut it off,” I offered.
“What the fuck am I going to do?” he asked.
“You’re going to take me to the bathroom, where we’ll both get cleaned up and then get on with our day.” I said matter-of-factly.
Now both fully dressed, his face still looking somewhat cummy, he cracked open his office door. There were a few people in eye shot. They all looked up and applauded. His face went a few shades of deep red and he led me along to the bathroom which was shared with the store front. There were dozens of people in the store and he knew they’d all heard everything. We both went into the bathroom, and I was so turned on, I locked the door and fucked him again. No intercom this time, just the raw attraction between us and the voyeur in me having exposed him and myself, left me hair triggered. I fucked him rapid fire and we both came again. We cleaned ourselves up, cleaned the bathroom up and left. Passing through the office, a young man came up and handed me his business card – “Daddy, please call me” was all he said, then turned and almost ran away.
Jack was red faced again. The same woman who greeted me earlier came over and told him that I looked like fun and sounded like it to. Which broke some of the tension.
I kissed Jack, there in the middle of the office and said my goodbyes and drove home. The whole drive I marvelled at the thought that not a single person knocked on that office door, no one tried to tell us the mic was open. However, despite that, it was an evening well spent. And I was, well, spent. He texted me that he could still feel my cum dripping out of his ass and he smelled like sex and sperm. He was so turned on. I replied I was in bed but tomorrow was another day.