A Top's Top: "Meat" After The Meet

Craig ended up being a scribe for a Monday morning presentation. The meeting was held in a special conference room, with 50 powerful, high-ranking officials from different military branches as the audience while Craig's captain was the main speaker. Craig, donned in his tan top, and creased black trousers, was off to the side writing notes on a white board, with the captain giving the cue on exactly what needed to be recorded.

"YN1, you're doing a fantastic job," said one of the admirals when the captain nodded towards Craig.

"You could come to my command, teach us a thing or two even about proper handwriting."

Craig was amused, but replied with a grin while the captain continued on. After a couple hours of the captain speaking, he looked at his watch to realize it was time for lunch, and suggested a break of two hours, for the audience to grab lunch, and to get caught up on any business they might've missed. Craig was happy for he needed to piss for at least 30 minutes, but remained because he didn't want to miss anything in support of his captain. The group departed the room, and he left last as he headed in a different direction for the bathroom.

"I saw you in there," James said as he approached him from an adjacent urinal.

You look good out there."

Craig replied with a "thank you," then briefly glanced at James as James whipped it out proudly in front of him.

"You gotta keep your eyes forward," James told him with a wink of his right eye.

It was hard, no pun intended, for Craig to keep his "eyes front" whenever he heard James' voice. After all, James took his cherry after making him cum in such a way, almost a month to the day. Craig was usually reserved and cool when in uniform, but since that night with James, anytime he saw his name, heard his voice, or saw him prancing, that reservation would become shaky.

"I've gotta give you props on something else. You keep one sharp uniform," James said to Craig.

The two of them would end up at the sink side by side, washing their hands while James was talking. If the break was longer, James would've invited Craig in his office for a private meeting, but he needed lunch, and couldn't risk anything with the importance of the meeting.

"How bout I call you later," James asked.

"You do that, sir," Craig replied before James, wiping his hands, would depart the restroom.

Craig looked under the stalls from where he stood to see a pair of feet resting, as if someone taking a shit was listening to their conversation. Other than rank, no names were exchanged, so the "audience" couldn't identify who said what unless he truly knew the voices. Craig rushed out of the bathroom, then headed to his ride to grab a light lunch, and returned to eat while sitting in his vehicle with his feet kicked up. Craig finished half of his food before choosing to take a quick power nap, waking 20 minutes prior to the beginning of the second half of the meeting. He got himself together, then departed to head inside the building, and take his place in the meeting room. He stood up just as the room was refilled with the audience, and the captain continued from where he left off, warning the group that the remainder of the meeting would most likely be just under an hour.

"I bet YN1 is happy on that," James blurted.

The crowd erupted in laughter as they all looked at the sweaty, smiling scribe. He and James locked eyes even when the captain speaking, for Craig was a little perturbed his undercover lover put him on the spot. James winked as he gave Craig assurance that he needed to lighten up, and that small gesture instilled confidence in Craig to keep doing what he was doing.

"Ladies and gentlemen, with all that's been said, are there any more questions," Craig's captain asked after 45 minutes.

The room was silent as the captain gave it a 20 second pause.

"Well, with that, I thank you for attending this meeting, and I ask that any inquiries be forwarded to myself via email. Have a great day."

Everyone left, and the captain walked over to Craig to thank him.

"YN1, you're incredible, man, thank you for being here today," he said to Craig. "I'm thinking of the reward, but stand by, I've got you covered."

Craig felt good for not only being finished, but for the accolade he received from his polarizing boss. He headed back to his desk to review emails when a Microsoft Teams message prompted across his screen.

"I'm about to leave," it said.

It was James, letting Craig know he was leaving for the day.

"You wanna cum with me," James asked.

"I definitely wanna cum with you, but are you asking if you want me to come, to cum," Craig replied.

"I am, and this is another example of us being in sync," James typed. "Ditch that desk, and come home with me."

Craig was squirming in his seat from the invite.

"I can't just ditch," he replied back.

"You can, and will. I'm gonna tell Russ to cut you loose," James answered as he was adamant about Craig's departure.

James was crossing the line in a sense, for he wasn't Craig's supervisor. On the other hand, James, being one of the most influential leaders, had pull over the more junior Russ, and knew what to say to Russ to have Craig depart. The chatter stopped, and Craig became engaged in his taskings when his desk phone would ring minutes later.

"Come over here," James told Craig.

"Sir," Craig replied.

"Direct order," James said before hanging up the phone.

"And pack your things. You're done for the day."

Craig looked up and towards his captain's office entrance as he was befuddled by how James could make that call. He did as directed, and prepared to depart for the day before turning off his computer, and walking out of the space.

"Shut the door,"James told him as Craig entered. "Took you long enough, Sailor."

Craig came inside and witnessed James in his green "digital" top, and nothing below his waist, while his cock was fully erect. Craig immediately started drooling for he was in love with that long dick, and James cut off the lights, leaving only the television to give illumination before he walked over to Craig.

"My little Sailor fag can't get enough," he said to Craig was he let it hang in front of him.

"What's the matter with you? You can't finish what you started? Open your mouth, boi."

Craig's trembling lips parted while James stepped forward to insert himself inside.

"Don't pull from it," James urged, while holding his left hand at the back of Craig's skull.

"You take it. Take it all the way down. Don't.....don't pull, boi."

James was slowly pushing and pulling his hips while Craig gently squeezed his lips.

"Suck a little harder. Thaaaaaaaas it," James uttered while Craig followed demands.

Craig would undo his own pants, pushing them down to the floor to pleasure himself with his right hand, while happily blowing this esteemed, hardened cock.

"You miss me, baby," James asked.

"I did," Craig answered as he took a break.

"I bet you played with your little hole a few times in my absence, didn't you," James told him before reminding him he needed to finish him off.

"Not too much talking. Get back to sucking me off, boi."

Craig hadn't topped another soul since their last meet, and not because the opportunities weren't there, but because James embedded himself rent-free in Craig's mind. James fucked Ctaig at a time when the universe seemed to work in Craig's favor. Big asses at the time were coming at Craig left and right online, and this regulars suddenly seemed available all the time when he wasn't.

"You belong to me now," James said as he was fucking Craig's throat.

"You see how you take this dick?"

Craig whimpered in a low tone as not to give the two of them away. The building was nearly empty, with no one else in vicinity of James' office, but Craig didn't want to give them away. He was still in awe of this senior, black officer. He was honored to be in his presence for James was "that guy," the one that admirals and generals alike sought for guidance, and now "Mr. Big Dick," the "Mr. Big Dick" that made him realize he wasn't the "the highest ranking top" anymore.

"You got me addicted to you," Craig between slurps.

"Who told you stop, Sailor," James asked as he slapped Craig's chin.

"You stop when you make me nut."

Craig was sitting on the couch in the office, and James jammed Craig's throat before pushing back on his shoulders. He made Craig lay flat on the couch while he gyrated, bouncing his hips back and forth. Craig was helpless as he was still, his head on the arm of the couch while James had one foot on the floor, and the other right beside Craig's left ear. James showed that age was only a number as his strong hips supported his movement, and his balls would drape Craig's chin.

"You like this? You like sir tapping your throat," James asked as his pubes brushed Craig's nostrils.

"Maybe I'll take you home and stretch you out like this later?"

Those words equaled the thoughts Craig had, as he envisioned James digging deep like this. He went back to stroking his cock while James grooved. James knew how to throw that dick, and the perfect stroke Craig would learn from that Sunday evening. Craig kept wanking as James began to have some pep in his thrusts.

"The captain wants to give you a sample" James warned. "You want some daddy cream?"

"Mmmmmhmmmm," said Craig as he himself was on the slippery edge.

"You want it? You got it. Here's my nut, boi," said James before he grunted lowly, with Craig swallowing every ounce before shooting his own load.

"You spilled your mess all over my damned couch."

James chided Craig jokingly, before reaching over to kiss him.

"Guess my cum was sweet today," he said to Craig.

"Very sweet," Craig replied.

"What am I gonna do with you? I'm addicted," James admitted as now they were sitting side by side.

James wasn't the only one feeling as if they'd earned chemistry. As mentioned, Craig wasn't seeing anyone else for he had no desire to, he just wanted to be with James sexually. James' charisma, vice his dick size, was what won him over, and moments like this, the after-sex, further confirmed why these two were locked in.

"Go on. Enjoy your night," James said as he kissed his forehead.

"Will you call me tonight," Craig asked.

"I may. I may not," James answered before mentioning he had a dinner to attend.

Craig would leave, and anticipate a call from James while driving home. He received texts from his regulars, asking of his plans for the week, into the following weekend, but their inquiries went ignored.

"I'm getting lonely, babe," said one of his chubby daddy bottoms. "I haven't been fucked in months, since the last time we met. My cherry's grown back."

Normally those words would arouse Craig, and subsequently plans would've been made for Craig to bust down the fat boi. Unfortunately for that bottom and others, Craig's plans in bed involved James, and James only, in his mind.