The Office

The air of a crisp January morning greeted me when I awoke. I could see the outline of a fresh snowfall on the window, and the room felt just a tad cooler than normal. I slid out from under the comforter gently so as to not wake my wife - she would stay in bed for at least another couple of hours. I glanced over at the silhouette of her sleeping body: her bare neck peeking above the covers, the contour of her waist and hips. I thought about reaching over to her, pulling her into my morning wood, breathing gently on her neck. But I thought better of it. She hadn't been interested in me for some time now, and I learned that it was better not to ask.

I set out on my morning routine, same as most weekends. A fresh cup of coffee, a close shave, a comfortable set of sweat pants and shirt. Caught up on the news, I decided to head into the office to finish up a couple of tasks left unfinished from the week. By the time I was finished, my wife would just be getting out of bed and she would hardly notice I had left. Plus, the office would be empty and quiet, and I could relax without the distraction.

Halfway to the office, I noticed my morning wood still hadn't gone down. The persistent fellow created a slight tent in my sweats, the bulge unavoidably noticeable in the gray sweats. Absentmindedly, I gave myself a few gentle rubs over the pants as I recalled something I overheard in the office the other day. One of our interns, a college kid in town for the semester, was chatting with my secretary about their weekend plans. Though we live in a beautiful mountain town, it's pretty small and quiet compared to the nearby cities, and he was lamenting the lack of hot guys with which he could occupy himself. When my secretary offered to set him up with a friend of hers, he mentioned that they had already hooked up - apparently they met on an app that showed them staying in the same apartment complex and the whole thing took less than 10 minutes. I was struck by the conversation because I thought those kinds of things only happened in big cities, not like our small town. Pulling into the parking lot of work, I realized I was at full-mast and had to do something about it before I trekked into the building.

Though I wouldn't consider myself gay and I never experimented with boys or men in my youth, I've never been sexually shy. But it had been so long since I had been intimate with anyone that the thought of a quick and easy hookup piqued my curiosity. After a quick Google, I created an anonymous profile on the app, and to my surprise a good number of nearby profiles popped up immediately. Thankfully, none were in my immediate vicinity, otherwise I would have been too embarrassed to even leave my car. I took a couple of minutes to look at the map - most of the profile pictures were average to sub average dicks, a couple blank profiles like my own. Unimpressed with this bunch, my erection subsided enough to allow me to exit the car and enter the quiet, empty building.

After a couple of hours, I had finished up my work and started to close down the office. But as I passed my secretary's desk, I was reminded of the conversation. Now mid-morning, I reopened the app and was surprised by how many more profiles there were! One in particular caught my attention: two beautiful, round, sumptuous buttcheeks only barely concealed by the tiniest briefs. My cock immediately twitched awake. Interested, I clicked on the profile: "Tall bottom, looking for something casual. Will suck dick on the first date." Curious, I shot him a message. "Hey," I said. Nervous, I sat down on my secretary's desk and eagerly awaited a reply. I watched the profile as it made its way down the highway, through the city. My cock started to strain against my sweats as I imagined grabbing two handfuls of that gorgeous ass. Finally, my phone buzzed "Hey, you lookin right now?" My hands started to tremble with excitement as I composed a reply "Yes. Just something quick, if you're interested." A couple more agonizing seconds went by as I watched the profile turn in the direction of my office. "I'm interested. Can you host?" "Yes, in my office." "Perfect. Want some head?" "That sounds great!" "Cool, be there in a few."

A couple of minutes later, a car pulls up directly in front of the office. To my surprise, a tall, handsome boy in his early 20s with long, flowing brown hair steps up to the door. He's also wearing sweat pants and a fleece long-sleeved shirt. He explains that he's heading up the mountain to go skiing for the day, but thought he'd check the app to see what kind of fun might be around. He sizes me up and apparently finds me attractive enough, because next thing I know he's following me back to my office. Once inside, I just stand there, not really sure of what to do next. I ask him where he wants to go, and he tells to sit anywhere and make myself comfortable. I sit down in a chair along the wall, opposite my desk. Unprompted, the boy takes his shirt off and kneels in front of me. He places both hands on either side of my waistband and pulls my sweatpants down below my knees. The cool cloth of the chair feels strange against my bare ass, but my half-chubbed cock springs free. The boy is delighted; he gently grabs it with one hand and licks from base to tip. My entire body shudders, I don't remember the last time I got head, much less from someone who seemed to know what they were doing. I look down just as the boy swallows my head, his long brown hair tickling my thighs. We make eye contact, he smiles, and he swallows me whole.

I throw my head back and let out a deep, guttural moan. All seven and a half inches of my cock disappear with ease down his throat. Instinctively, my hands bundle up his thick hair into a ball on the back of his head. He slowly pulls me from his throat and starts to swirl his tongue around my swollen head. Pre-cum is spilling from the end of my cock and my head is spinning. He chuckles - he can tell I'm out of my mind with pleasure - and he purses his lips and slides them sideways down the underside of my throbbing cock. Down, all the way to my balls, and back up to the tip. At this point, I have one hand on the back of his head holding his hair, and the other gripping the side of the chair. It takes everything in me not to start bucking my hips in anticipation of my climax. Down again, he nuzzles into my balls and takes a deep whiff, something I've never experienced before. I love how much he's loving this and, with my eyes rolled back, I can't tell whether he's a man or a woman and, frankly, it doesn't matter.

As he drags his tongue back up the length of my shaft, I can't take it anymore. With both hands, I grab the back of the boy's head and force my cock into his mouth. He makes a muffled yelp, but doesn't pull back. Lost in the moment, I begin humping away at his tight throat. I had never known someone to swallow cock so well, and I take full advantage. I start picking up the pace. He chokes and sputters a few times, and he looks up at me with tears forming in his eyes. I hesitate for a moment, thinking he might need a break, but I notice the hint of a smile and he nods his head. Encouraged and insanely turned on, I stand up from the chair, keeping his head placed firmly on my cock. I hold his head in place and really start pumping away. His arms fall back by his side and he opens wide, slurping and gagging as I stretch his mouth and throat to their limit. With a few more thrusts, I let out another guttural groan - almost a yell - and push as far as I can. He reaches his hands up and grab my bare ass, pulling me in even deeper. With the most savage bucking, I start unleashing my cum directly down his throat. It's the hardest I've cum in my entire life. Pulse after pulse, I dump my seed into him. I can feel his throat tightening around my cock, swallowing every blast eagerly.

With the last spurt, I pull myself from his mouth and collapse back into the chair. The boy falls back too, gasping for air. I notice tears streaking down his cheeks, but a look of proud satisfaction over his face. Spit and cum were dripping from his open mouth down his naked chest, and I could see his stiff erection standing firm in his sweats. He grinned from ear to ear, looking up at me and reached down to pull out his own cock. Without saying so much as a word, he scooped a couple of fingers'-worth of fluid from his chest and began furiously masturbating with it. Not breaking eye-contact, he started whimpering, his hips bucking into the air. I'd never been interested in watching another man jerk off, but in the heat of this moment, the toned boy in his animalistic pleasure in front of me was the picture of sexuality. My own cock, half flaccid, was still leaking cum and spit, and I could feel it twitch in response to this hedonistic scene. The boy's whimpering got louder and suddenly he laid back and flung his hips into the air. Now, his cock was pointing directly at his own cum-covered face, his mouth wide open. He let out a moan and the first rope of cum blasted directly into his mouth. The next three painted his face, from forehead to chin, and another round of satisfied moans left his gaping mouth.

I sat there in awe. This was, without a doubt, the hottest thing I had ever witnessed. In just a few moments, I had gone from mind-shattering orgasm back to carnal lust for this boy. He finally collapsed, his long frame splayed over the floor of my office. For a long time, there was nothing but the sound of our mixed heavy breathing. I reached across him and grabbed a box of tissues from my desk, meekly offering them to him. He smiled again, that wry, knowing smile, and sat up. He thanked me, taking a few and wiping his face down.

As we cleaned ourselves up, I confessed to the boy that I usually preferred women, and that he was my first male-on-male encounter. He seemed to appreciate this, and told me not to be a stranger if I saw him on the app again. Redressed, I walked him out of the office and watched him drive off, up the mountain. I checked the time - just half past 11 am. The whole scene had lasted no longer than 20 minutes, but it felt like hours. I replayed it again, over and over in my head. I walked back to my office and jerked off one more time in the chair, imagining his wet mouth eagerly serving me.