A gay story: The Office Visit He agreed to arrive at my second floor office a 2:00 in the afternoon. The office door would remain unlocked in the hours leading up to his arrival. Unable to put it out of my mind, I stripped so that any work done over the next two hours would be in the nude. Expectant erections would come and go as my mind drifted back and forth between anticipation of his arrival and focusing on my work.
My heart raced when I thought of the risk involved in leaving the office door unlocked. A neighboring tenant, the mailman, the handsome Fed Ex guy, just about anyone could walk through that door. It happened unexpectedly nearly every day. The risk terrified me, yet thrilled me.
At one point, obsessed with the possibility, I walked into the waiting area and sat in one of the chairs just ten feet from and directly facing the front door. When my cock rose to full attention, I leaned back and stroked, fantasizing about someone, anyone, walking through the door. Under my breath, I pleaded irrationally for the door to open. Reaching the edge, I had to release my grip lest the throbbing lead to the explosion I craved.
At 1:55, still nude at my desk, I glanced out the window and saw his car pull into the parking lot below. Blood rushed to my head and I felt slightly dizzy, as I felt a responsive flutter between my legs. I realized there was no turning back as I gently ran my fingertips up and down my now rigid shaft. The throbbing in my ears matched the throbbing elsewhere even before he exited his car and walked toward the building.
I remained seated at my desk, anticipating the opening door. Subconsciously I expected a knock. But the door opened quietly and slowly. He entered, let the door close behind him, and engaged the lock. My breaths were shallow as I turned and stared at him. My mouth opened slightly and I involuntarily bit my lip as I continued to run my fingertips up and down my shaft.
Seeing that I was naked at my desk in the adjacent office, he stood in the waiting area in full view and slowly stripped. His cock bobbed up and down as it was gloriously released from its constraints. Clearly enjoying being observed, he cupped his balls and stroked himself gently, but only a few times, proudly displaying the responding rigidity.
Enjoying the performance, but wanting more, I stood and walked around the desk and into the entry area where he awaited. I approached him slowly and directly, positioning myself so that our erections brushed against each other. My breathing still labored, I pressed my chest against his chest, and cocked my head as our mouths met and our tongues explored. Mutual energy was released in an explosion of passion, anticipation and wanting. Our heartbeats challenged each other, then synced in rhythm as we cupped each other’s ass cheeks, causing our cocks to press together in a warm and exhilarating greeting.
I grabbed his hand and turned, leading him to the conference room where I had laid out large comfortable beach towels on the carpeted floor. I whispered for him to lie back on the towels, which he did without hesitation. His glorious cock pointed true North, teasing me, enticing me, inviting me with a playful twitch.
I knelt down, straddling him face-to-face on all fours. Our cocks touched, still eager to further their introduction. I leaned down and kissed him, softly this time. Then, I inched down his body, stopping to suck each of his nipples and then moved further down until my mouth was at his cock.
I ran my tongue up and down his shaft, his closed eyes and slight moans telegraphing his pleasure. I licked each of his heavy balls, then taking each one in turn into my mouth and massaging them with my tongue. I gently gripped his shaft, and ran my tongue in circles around the glistening head and over the sensitive rim.
An inch at a time, I worked my mouth down his shaft, taking it in an out until it reached the gate at the back of my throat. He grabbed the back of my head and directed me up and down his cock at his chosen pace, murmering compliments and appreciation in between quiet and exhilarated groans. With his hands, he directly me to increase my pace and gently tested the gate at the back of my throat, not knowing my limits.
In mock protest, I initially stopped the thrusts at the gate, but allowed slightly deeper probes with each thrust, until I relented fully and engulfed the full length, the head fully embraced by my pulsating throat. He gasped and grabbed the back of my head, forcing me to keep his glorious cock buried down my throat.
Reluctantly telegraphing my limit, I pulled away, allowing my teary eyes to settle and to take needed breaths. Then, I engulfed him again, this time allowing his cock to establish a rhythm, probing in and out of the depths of my throat while my tongue massaged his shaft.
He abruptly grabbed my head and stopped all movement, whispering, “I’m at the edge, in case you didn’t want me to finish this way.” I pulled away, but teased him one last time by running my tongue up and down his shaft. He twitched and moaned, but admirably stopped again at the edge.
I moved up, leaned in and kissed him more passionately this time. I could tell he was still at the edge, furiously fighting yet passionately craving the explosion that would test his body’s limits. His tongue went on a vigorous exploration of my mouth, dancing with my tongue, and seeming at times to want to reach the same depths of my throat previously probed by the head of his cock. He grabbed my ass and pulled my into him, grinding our cocks together, their initial introduction now evolved to eagerness and lust for each other.
I reluctantly pulled away, stood and walked over to four comfortable chairs I had arranged in 2 x 2 formation and facing each other so that I could climb onto them in all-fours position. There was a 15-inch gap between the chairs, allowing for easier rear access as I parted my knees as far as was still comfortable.
I grabbed the plastic bottle of lube on the conference table beside me and squirted an ample amount onto the fingers of my right hand. Returning the bottle to the table, I leaned forward and reached around, applying the lube up and down my ass crack, inserting one, then two, then three fingers into my hole, ensuring ample lubrication and maximum pleasure for my handsome, eager and now ravenous guest.
I leaned forward onto my elbows, forcing my ass to open even more, and placing it at the perfect height for easy entry.
I quivered slightly as he ran his hands over the smooth cheeks of my ass. He squeezed both cheeks and pulled them apart to get a full view of my shaved and lubricated hole. My heart raced, hoping he was pleased with what he saw, slightly humiliated at being so exposed, and hoping that he wanted nothing more than to passionately fuck me from behind. I closed my eyes and whispered “please” so quietly I was not sure he could have heard me.
Unexpectedly, he reached between my legs and gently massaged my balls. The sudden rush of blood filled the remaining 5% of my cock, and it throbbed almost painfully as he grabbed it with his right hand, pulled it downward and began milking me. I moaned so loudly, it even caught me by surprise. The sensation was so intense, I knew I would not last more than a couple of minutes. But he stopped abruptly and again briefly massaged my balls, leaving my cock throbbing with voracious need for the imminent eruption.
He stood upright and positioned himself between my legs. Grabbing my ass cheeks again, he ran the length of his cock up and down my crack over and over again, lathering it in lubrication. Stopping abruptly, he placed the tip at my opening and started probing and teasing, never allowing the edge of the helmet to break through. Then, with a modest push, it broke through ring, leading the rigid shaft to the depths beyond. I groaned and kept my eyes closed, wanting to feel every inch as it worked deeper and deeper into my ass.
When he reached full depth, I rose onto all fours and began rocking forward and back, meeting each of his thrusts with ravenous receptive intent. He whispered something about it being a perfect fit and how he loved fucking me. I thanked him with a tighter grip on his shaft and faster rocking, encouraging him to fuck me as hard and deep as he wished. I craved feeling him inside of me as much as he clearly craved being inside.
Taking the cue, he started ramming me forcefully. I rocked back and met each thrust, my ass cheeks causing an audible slap against him when he reached full depth. The forceful thrusts caused a mix of pain and pleasure, with pleasure winning the battle. I needed it. I wanted my ass to be the object of his intense lust, and the reason for the eruption that I knew was building in his loins.
Suddenly, he said, “Oh fuck, here it comes!!!” and made one last full-length thrust, remaining fully buried as he exploded. I could feel the intensity run up his legs, over his balls and into my ass. His shaft throbbed against the walls and he groaned and planted his seed, the twitching and pulsating seeming to go on forever. He ran his hands over my back and the cheeks of my ass as it subsided, leaving both of us nearly breathless.
He pulled out slowly, as my glove reluctantly released its grip on the source of my pleasure. He reached between my legs and grabbed my cock again. Seeing my intense enjoyment of his previous stroking, he again pulled my cock downward and began milking me. I was still overwhelmed by the pleasure of the intense fuck, and almost couldn’t endure this new and different form of intense pleasure.
I leaned forward onto my elbows and closed my eyes, giving in fully to the intensity of the feeling. Wanting it to last forever, but knowing I had reached the edge four or five times already, I fantasized I was still being fucked passionately, and allowed the tingling to wash over my body. I uttered a quiet “Oh my god” as the ferocity and intensity of the explosion caused my entire body to shake. He milked me almost violently until I yelled out and exploded, shooting ropes of cum on his hand and the chair beneath me.
I climbed off of the chairs and laid on the floor, exhausted from it all. Still half erect, he straddle me and leaned in to kiss me, gently this time. He thanked me for the intense pleasure I gave him, as if it was all for his benefit. I insisted I was the one who should be thankful.
We dressed and promised each other that this would not be the last lustful encounter. We enjoyed one last passionate kiss before he opened the door and left. Two months later, I am fondly remembering that encounter, hoping to see another query on my phone. If not, I am content with the memory.