A gay story: Jack Pt. 08: Back at Jack’s Office We’d had a little spat that morning, nothing crazy, just one of those things couples get into, but I left angry. My anger didn’t last long, and I realized how trivial the whole thing had been, and at my first work break, I was ready to call and apologize. But Jack called first. He was still mad and said that we needed to talk.
We were both working, but he asked if I could swing by his work and discuss this morning. I said I could.
“Could you be here, around 1? I have a staff meeting at 2 and want this off my chest before I meet with my team?” he asked.
“Sure, I’ll be there at one,” I said, and we disconnected.
Work was work that morning and I left about 12:30 for the short drive to his workplace, arriving a few minutes before 1:00 and so I wandered through the store, saying hey to the few people I knew. I got a few knowing looks and nods from a couple of them, they were perhaps expecting another sexual liason, even though I was sure that they were wrong, given the icy day we’d been having.
Still about 1, I headed to his office and found the door open. I tapped it to get his attention, went in and closed the door behind me. I leaned on it and watched him wrap up his work, as he said, “one sec” and tidied up his desk. He stacked his open files and put them in a drawer and closed his laptop lid then slid it to the side.
I stayed quiet and stayed leaning against the door.
Finally, he stood and came around the desk, “About this morning, it was a silly argument and I’m sorry,” he began, and I tried to interrupt to say I’m sorry as well, but before I could utter a word his lips locked onto mine and our tongues began a familiar dance. He was aggressive, which is unusual for him.
He let his hands slide down my torso and tweaked nipples through my button-down shirt. The material is thin, and it felt amazing having him play with them, while we kissed. He dropped down and nibbled on my left nipple through my shirt, the white material becoming almost transparent as his mouth chewed me through it, the shirt was soaked through. Then he slowly dropped to his knees, he reached for my belt and undid it slowly then popped the buttons on my button flies, one at a time. My cock was rising quickly and was feeling trapped in my jeans. Finally, he pulled them down to my knees, I was commando, I usually am, and my cock sprang forward and hit him in the face, just below the eye. A little trail of precum, already tipping my cock stuck to his cheek as he pulled back. He leaned back enough to take my cock into his mouth and dove down its length until my short pubes tickled his nose. He just held me there in his throat, waiting.
I knew what he was waiting for, and I gave him what he needed. I placed a hand on either side of his head and held him in place as I began to fuck his throat. Saliva spilled out of his mouth, and he was gagging slightly but I didn’t stop or ease up. After almost five minutes of throat fucking him, I pulled my cock out of his mouth.
“Strip.” I ordered and he pulled his clothes off in record time. He stood naked before me and I admired the view for a moment, then I spun us both round so his back was to the door and kissed him, the door vibrated at the impact. I broke the kiss and pushed him down to his knees. I presented my cock to his mouth once again. His bare feet braced against the door as his body leaned slightly forward to reach my cock. His hands came up to rest on my hips for balance as his mouth worked my cock. I placed my hands on his head again, cupping under each ear and then I started to fuck his throat, in earnest. I was getting aggressive as my load build and was pounding into his throat with enough force to move his body, he was literally bouncing off the door (well his feet and ass were) and it rattled with each thrust. He didn’t care, I didn’t care, both of us focused on my cock in his throat.
“Get up,” I said, finally, and I bent him over his desk, spit on his ass and fingered the spit into his hole, spit again and added a second finger, then pulled out, spit a third time, this time onto my cock head and I positioned my cock at his hole. His hands came down and spread his cheeks for me and my cock moved forward, pressing at his opening, which yielded without issue to my pressure and advance. In seconds I was buried in him, balls deep. I leaned down across his back and bit his left ear, turned his head slightly and was just able to kiss him. Then I began to fuck him with slow steady strokes to start, all the way out, all the way in. After the fifth or sixth stroke I sped up, shorter thrusts but faster, harder. My hands wrapped around the back of his neck as I balanced myself on his body and fucked his ass hard. He moaned loudly as I picked up the pace and I couldn’t help but call out as well.
“Take my fucking cock, Jack. Take it all,” I cried out, He answered, “Yes, Doug, fuck me. Take that ass, It belongs to you, it’s yours use it.”.
We didn’t try to be quiet; we were too far gone. Pulling out, I flipped him on his back and lifted his legs over my shoulder and spit again on my cock head and slid easily into him now. His eyes roll back into his head and then his lids close as I sank into him. He moaned out again, “Yes, fill me.” he cried out.
And I try to oblige. My cock is rock hard as I piston into his ass. His cock is hard against his lower belly, his thick head dripping a constant stream of precum. He hasn’t touched his cock yet; he’s waiting for me to tell him he can. And I haven’t said he could, so it pulses unattended and spills its delicious nectar onto his belly and into his pubes. My lower stomach is brushing his balls with each down stroke and that is making his cock bounce harder, and leak even more pre-cum.
I scoop some up and taste it, salty, a little sweet, slightly bitter – it’s like sampling a fine wine, I’m looking for all the notes. I scoop up more and present my fingers to his lips and he doesn’t hesitate, he opens and takes my fingers into his mouth to lick them clean. I’m now finger fucking his mouth in time to my cock pounding his ass. Pulling my hand away from his mouth, I reach down and stroke my wet fingers gently around his cock head, tracing his mushroom cap and before I’ve even made a single circuit his cock is erupting, shot after shot of cum sprays across his belly, the first one hitting his chin.
I take some of his load and sample it, pull my cock out and spread more onto my cock head and then drive it back into him.
“Fuck me Doug, breed me,” he cries out. We can hear the office sounds outside his door, so I know anyone near can hear him, but he doesn’t see to care. “Fuck me hard,” he echoes,
I don’t take all his cum, though, I leave some on his belly and the bit on his chin. I want mine to join his, so though he’s asking to be bred, I have other plans. My balls begin to retract and my cock tingles just a bit as my load approaches and I know I’m at the point of no return. I pull out and spray my load across his torso and softening cock. He’s covered in cum, his and mine and I think he’s so damn handsome in that moment. I lean down across our bodies and kiss him deeply, and finally whisper the sorry I tried to say minutes ago.
We both sit up, him naked and me with my pants still around my ankles, and I look around for a cloth, a rag, tissue, something to clean us up with. Jack picks up his work shirt and cleans my cock, then wipes his belly and chin. It’s a shame not to eat the load but I don’t chastise him. Then we start to pull ourselves together. I pull up my pants and rebutton them and notice that my shirt is still wet where he nibbled on my nipples, it’s cold and a bit clammy against my skin. Then I notice that Jack is dressing. He’s put on the work shirt, and I can clearly see cum stains and wet spots where he’s used it as rag. He pulls on his pants, shoes, and socks and then looks at the time, it’s close to 2 and his team meeting is about to start.
“Don’t you want to change that shirt?” I ask and he looks down at his cum splashed shirt and shakes his head.
“No, I want them to know their boss was used and let them see the evidence.”
I tell him to change his shirt but he’s insistent. So as his team gather’s outside, I open the door and head back to my car. They nod knowingly as I pass them, before they file in to meet with their cum covered boss.
I get in my car and I think of him leading the meeting, his clothes covered in both our loads, the room smelling like cum and my cock is rock hard again. I sit in my car, unbutton and lower my jeans and beat out another load thinking of everyone staring at his wet shirt, knowing full well that they know what made it wet, and who. I spray my load onto the steering wheel and my hand. I leave the cum on the wheel but I lick my fingers clean, shake my head and head back to work.
That night we fucked hard, both turned on by our afternoon adventure.