Paul looked nervous, “this is just one friend helping another” he justified out loud to himself. I was unsure who was helping who. My only friend in town was about to take my dick in his mouth. He reached out and grasped my manhood. His hand was cold and I was uneasy with what was happening. As he eagerly wrapped his mouth around my cock and set about flicking his tongue, I closed my eyes and tried to focus on the pleasure.
A minute later my eyes shot back open. Paul’s index finger was pushing its way into my anus. I was wide eyed and as I looked down at Paul he was awkwardly staring back up into my eyes. He just kept glaring up as he worked his finger further into my asshole and sucked fiercely on the top half of my cock. I was as hard as steel while Paul began wildly bobbing his head on my tool.
Several minutes went by like this. I started to think that maybe I couldn’t overcome the mental hurdles required to finish. Moments later however, I felt my anus clench around his invading finger and my balls tense up tight. In that fraction of a second a lot went through my mind. To sum it all up in a few short words, a man was sucking me off and I was okay with that. I exploded globs of thick cream past his tightly sucking lips into his sensual mouth as he maintained the tightest of seals on me.
His hand stroked beneath my balls and he drove his finger deep up my asshole. I had one of the most pleasurable orgasms of my entire life planted in Paul’s mouth with his finger plowed into me. My cock pulsed and pulsed as I earnestly gushed my hot seed into him. As the pleasure subsided Paul pulled his finger from inside me. He continued to suck me off and licked up every ounce of cum. His tongue ran up and down the length of my cock and danced around my balls before he stood up and wiped his face into his sleeve. “You’re definitely gay Paul”, I told him. He still looked confused as he replied, “maybe Brian, maybe I am”. Paul smiled and walked out of the room.
It was several days later and shortly after lunch when Lisa cornered me in the office stockroom. “You need to scratch my itch Brian”, she commanded. “I wouldn’t want anyone to get the wrong-” I tried replying as she leaned into me from behind. She pressed my chest into a stack of boxes and reached into my pants in one forceful motion. Before I could even withdraw from the situation her hand was gripped firmly around my dick.
She had me pinned there working her hand around and I suppose by responding with an erection I had somehow consented in her mind. I look back on it as more of a rape and maybe she does too. When I really think about it now, that was the day Lisa definitely raped me. “Lisa please!” I continued protesting, “Someone is going to come in here!”.
I was in shock as she stroked my manhood up and down. Her other hand reached around as well and unfastened my belt and button. She released her grip on me and with both hands she yanked my pants and boxers to the floor. I tried to reason and I tried to argue, “What the hell Lisa? No!”.
She spun me around and forced me back onto a shorter stack of boxes. The top box collapsed slightly under my weight. For a split second I thought she had given up and was just throwing me down in frustration. Before I could collect myself or my pants though, she sprung. She was wearing a business type skirt and I would come to understand later she did not ever wear panties. She sat down on my lap and forcefully engulfed me inside of her vagina in one fateful act of gravity.
It would have been mighty difficult to convince someone that I was an innocent victim had anyone come in. There before them would have been the boss’s big daughter sitting squarely on my lap with my rock hard dick buried to the hilt inside of her. She was remarkably wet and proceeded to grind around on top of me. Her big butt started gently thumping up and down onto my lap. The boxes under us were crumpling loudly and I could no longer see at all if anyone were to come in.
“Please Lisa”, I begged her, but it was not to be. She kept pounding down on my lap for several minutes until I finally gave in to her desires. Gritting my teeth I began thrusting up into her. My body had now betrayed me as I edged closer to cumming. She responded positively saying “Yeah, fuck me you little bitch”. I started humping harder but could only muster so much strength the way I was seated on the boxes. A minute later I could feel her insides clamp down on me as she came. A gush of fluid dripped down my balls onto the boxes below.
With a real sense of urgency and panic I tried to alert her. “Lisa I’m gonna cum!” I didn’t know what to do as she seemed to disregard my warning and said nothing. I could no longer stop my body and as my balls tightened up I shot my cum deep up into her pussy. It was a blissful few seconds that allowed me to forget about the circumstances. I grabbed hard onto her hips and pushed myself as deep into her as I could reach. Blast after thick white blast was jolting into her needy body. Lisa seemed posed on taking it all inside her. Finally she gyrated on me for a few more moments before standing back up. Without saying a word she straightened her skirt and walked out of the room without looking back.
I scrambled over myself to the floor. Several boxes fell behind me as I sprawled out on the concrete and jerked my pants back up. No sooner did I cover myself up Lucy walked in, “Oh god, what’s happened to you?”, she asked. “I just tripped Mrs Jones, I’m sorry, I’ll clean it up”. “As long as you’re not hurt…” her face then scrunched up, “gawd, it always smells like sex in here. I need to talk to Gerald in maintenance”. With that she left.
The first few months were a success and when the office Christmas party rolled around I was stoked. We kicked things off like it was the good ole days. I was so drunk I was having trouble keeping my feet on the ground. Mr. Jones came over and said, “Brian can you lend me a hand with something?”. Without waiting on a reply he walked into his office. I fumbled through the doorway and to my surprise he locked it behind us. I was very drunk, but now I was also concerned.
“I hope everything is okay Mr. Jones”, I started, but he interrupted “no, fine Brian you’re doing fine. Actually, I had a proposal for you. How would you like to make $200?”. He dug into his pocket and held out the money directly in front of him. I took it straight away “I would do almost anything for that kind of money” I said. Before I could even ask what was required of me, he had pulled his pants down to his knees. Bouncing up and down before me was his big stiffening cock.
“Oh I’m not gay Mr. Jones, and what about Lucy?” I asked with my hand of money outstretched. “It’s not cheating if its a guy, and it’s not gay for $200”, Mr. Jones replied. Now I am certainly not gay. On that evening however, at that time, and for that money… Well I probably don’t need to tell you, I sucked that dick. It was an odd feeling slipping that money into my pocket. I slowly got down to my knees in front of my drunk, smiling boss.