I hung up the phone and turned towards the door. Already my pants were getting tight around the crotch. Today was going to be the day.
He knocked on the door of my office. Ever polite. I told him to come in. He opened the door and sauntered in.
He looked like a god. His skin brown and exotic, the pin stripes on his suit about to burst from all the muscles that they encased, and the small amount of fabric in the crotch area of his pants stood out ever so slightly, telling me he was just as excited to see me, as I was to see him. Today was the day. Definitely.
"Whaddaya want?" I asked.
"You know good and well what I want, Georgey-Boy," he said, taking off his coat and hat and hanging them on the coat rack by the door.
"I wouldn't have asked if I already knew, now would I, Jorge?"
"I suppose not." He pushed himself into a seat and crossed his legs in front of him. His masculinity radiated off him and if I had it my way, I would have jumped right over that desk and had my way with him. The light shining through the blinds cast a series of bars across his face.
"I want you, George. Right here. Right now."
"Goddamn it, Jorge! This is an office. That's not proper conduct," I explained teasing him.
"Fine," he said standing up and calling my bluff. He held out his hand to shake mine and bid me farewell. He knew me too well.
I took his hand, shook it twice, harder the first than the last and pulled away, sitting back down. The look on his face was classic. He turned, offended, and snatched his coat and hat off the rack and turned once more to face me. I'd already thrown everything off my desk and toppled over my chair.
"If you leave this office, I don't know what I'll do with myself, Jorge. Come on back over here and make me the happiest man on earth." He threw his jacket and hat on the floor and started towards me. I held up a hand. "Before you do, close the door blind, willya." He grinned and clicked the blind over my office door closed. I turned and close the window blinds. I turned back around to the sight of him stripping out of his suit as quickly as he could. I undressed as well, staring at him the entire time. First to go was his suit jacket, then his vest, then his tie, then his dress shirt. I caught a glance of caramel skin, flawless in its entirety, chocolate brown nipples jutting out from his chest. His stomach was all muscle and I could just make out a happy trial of hair running itself up into the midst of that muscle. I stripped off my clothes all the faster.
He undid his belt, tossed it to the floor, unbuttoned his pants, and slid them to his ankles. He kicked off his shoes, stepped out of pants, and showed me heaven. Flawless skin all the way to his socks, muscles in his thighs, and calves that looked like he could pump away at me for days. And taunting me were the tighty whiteys, giving me a clear view of his man hood through the cotton fabric. And what man hood it was. I didn't even try to guess. And I'm a detective for Pete's sake!
When I was out of my clothes (not wearing any underwear), I walked around my desk, took his hand and led him back to the desk. I took him by his ass and laid him on the desk. He placed his feet on the desk and lifted so that I could pull off his underwear. I yanked them off so quickly, I thought his head would spin. I tossed them to the side and looked back at his dick.
Caramel. Just like the rest of him. I looked to the skies to thank God for sending me this man. It stood straight up, like it was ready to conduct lightning. It was about nine up, four across. Going on instinct, I put my mouth on it and swallowed the entire thing whole.
It's a gift.
"I can't believe how good this is," he moans. Better, believe it, I think to myself. I start to pump up and down and before long, he's shouting my name.
"Georgy! Georgy! I love t, baby, Yeah!"
I place two fingers on his ass and start to pump them in and out of him in time with the sucking. He loves it and goes crazy like his favorite baseball player just scored a homer. Then the he starts with the yelling that he's gonna cum. Let him cum. We'll be at it again and he'll be hard as a pole once we get it started again. He cums. No big deal. Only, it's on y oak desk. I love that desk. Almost as I love sex.
"Lick it up," I say simply.
"But-" he says. I give him a look, just to let him know that I'm not fucking around. And he does it. He
turns around and licks it all up in one fail swoop But he messed up and exposed his ass to me. I can't not see a beautiful ass like his and let it go un fucked. I take hold of his side and throw all of myself into him, not thinking about whether or not he can handle it.
He grunts and looks back at me. I don't pay attention. I just keep on fucking. And fucking. Soon I'm in a frenzy. It's how I get sometimes.
"If you don't come soon, Georgy, you're gonna tear my ass hole," moans and sweaty Jorge. I ignore him again and keep on fucking. I'm not a quick cummer. After twenty more minutes of hardcore screwing, I cum in his ass. I don't think he liked it, but I don't care. I pull my dick out and turn him around. I throw him on the floor and sit on his chest offering my hard cock to his mouth.
"But- but- you just came. How can you be hard again?" he asks.
Poor guy.
It goes on like this for close to an hour. I cum and then get hard again whether I'm fucking him hard or soft, slow or quick, whether I'm fucking his face or he's sucking my dick. I'm a good cummer, just not fast and hell... I was born for sex.
Poor guy's exhausted. I tell him that he can go if he wants, but he can't even get off the floor. So, I give him a present. Hell, I fucked the hell out of him for an hour. The least I could do was give him a present. I lean over and whisper in his ear. His eyes brighten and he crawls around behind me.
"Loosen me up there first, kiddo. I haven't been fucked in a long while."
I guess he hears me because I feel his tongue in my ass and then two fingers. He's going quick and rushing it and I don't like to be rushed. But I let him go ahead.
After only a couple minutes of fingering, he straightens up and slowly puts it all in me until I can feel his pubes. It feels so good!
"Kiddo, you've got some dick there."
"Thanks, guy," he says. Those are the last words I hear from him. Off he goes, fucking away at my ass. I'd forgotten how good it feels to be fucked and I make a decision to get fucked more often.
He says he' gonna cum (kids got a habit of stating the obvious) and I tell him to go on and cum in my ass. He does and pulls himself out. He's suddenly got his strengths back (what a surprise) and he starts to pull on his clothes. I wanna see what he tastes like, so I reach back, pull some of the wet cum out of my ass cheek, and taste it. Sweet. Just like I like it.
When he's all dressed, he lies down on the floor, kisses me nice and passionate-like, and tells me to call him anytime. I tell him I will and he picks up his hat, coat, and leaves.
I grab some tissues off the floor and wipe my ass. Then I pick up the phone and take a seat in my chair when I stand it up. I put my feet up, my cock hard again, and I dial up Ryan.
"Hey, guy. Wanna come over to the office and talk?"
"Sure," he says happily. "I'll be right over."
"Great." I hang up.
CLICK.
I light a cig and start to jack off. I wonder how I ever get any work done around here.
He knocked on the door of my office. Ever polite. I told him to come in. He opened the door and sauntered in.
He looked like a god. His skin brown and exotic, the pin stripes on his suit about to burst from all the muscles that they encased, and the small amount of fabric in the crotch area of his pants stood out ever so slightly, telling me he was just as excited to see me, as I was to see him. Today was the day. Definitely.
"Whaddaya want?" I asked.
"You know good and well what I want, Georgey-Boy," he said, taking off his coat and hat and hanging them on the coat rack by the door.
"I wouldn't have asked if I already knew, now would I, Jorge?"
"I suppose not." He pushed himself into a seat and crossed his legs in front of him. His masculinity radiated off him and if I had it my way, I would have jumped right over that desk and had my way with him. The light shining through the blinds cast a series of bars across his face.
"I want you, George. Right here. Right now."
"Goddamn it, Jorge! This is an office. That's not proper conduct," I explained teasing him.
"Fine," he said standing up and calling my bluff. He held out his hand to shake mine and bid me farewell. He knew me too well.
I took his hand, shook it twice, harder the first than the last and pulled away, sitting back down. The look on his face was classic. He turned, offended, and snatched his coat and hat off the rack and turned once more to face me. I'd already thrown everything off my desk and toppled over my chair.
"If you leave this office, I don't know what I'll do with myself, Jorge. Come on back over here and make me the happiest man on earth." He threw his jacket and hat on the floor and started towards me. I held up a hand. "Before you do, close the door blind, willya." He grinned and clicked the blind over my office door closed. I turned and close the window blinds. I turned back around to the sight of him stripping out of his suit as quickly as he could. I undressed as well, staring at him the entire time. First to go was his suit jacket, then his vest, then his tie, then his dress shirt. I caught a glance of caramel skin, flawless in its entirety, chocolate brown nipples jutting out from his chest. His stomach was all muscle and I could just make out a happy trial of hair running itself up into the midst of that muscle. I stripped off my clothes all the faster.
He undid his belt, tossed it to the floor, unbuttoned his pants, and slid them to his ankles. He kicked off his shoes, stepped out of pants, and showed me heaven. Flawless skin all the way to his socks, muscles in his thighs, and calves that looked like he could pump away at me for days. And taunting me were the tighty whiteys, giving me a clear view of his man hood through the cotton fabric. And what man hood it was. I didn't even try to guess. And I'm a detective for Pete's sake!
When I was out of my clothes (not wearing any underwear), I walked around my desk, took his hand and led him back to the desk. I took him by his ass and laid him on the desk. He placed his feet on the desk and lifted so that I could pull off his underwear. I yanked them off so quickly, I thought his head would spin. I tossed them to the side and looked back at his dick.
Caramel. Just like the rest of him. I looked to the skies to thank God for sending me this man. It stood straight up, like it was ready to conduct lightning. It was about nine up, four across. Going on instinct, I put my mouth on it and swallowed the entire thing whole.
It's a gift.
"I can't believe how good this is," he moans. Better, believe it, I think to myself. I start to pump up and down and before long, he's shouting my name.
"Georgy! Georgy! I love t, baby, Yeah!"
I place two fingers on his ass and start to pump them in and out of him in time with the sucking. He loves it and goes crazy like his favorite baseball player just scored a homer. Then the he starts with the yelling that he's gonna cum. Let him cum. We'll be at it again and he'll be hard as a pole once we get it started again. He cums. No big deal. Only, it's on y oak desk. I love that desk. Almost as I love sex.
"Lick it up," I say simply.
"But-" he says. I give him a look, just to let him know that I'm not fucking around. And he does it. He
turns around and licks it all up in one fail swoop But he messed up and exposed his ass to me. I can't not see a beautiful ass like his and let it go un fucked. I take hold of his side and throw all of myself into him, not thinking about whether or not he can handle it.
He grunts and looks back at me. I don't pay attention. I just keep on fucking. And fucking. Soon I'm in a frenzy. It's how I get sometimes.
"If you don't come soon, Georgy, you're gonna tear my ass hole," moans and sweaty Jorge. I ignore him again and keep on fucking. I'm not a quick cummer. After twenty more minutes of hardcore screwing, I cum in his ass. I don't think he liked it, but I don't care. I pull my dick out and turn him around. I throw him on the floor and sit on his chest offering my hard cock to his mouth.
"But- but- you just came. How can you be hard again?" he asks.
Poor guy.
It goes on like this for close to an hour. I cum and then get hard again whether I'm fucking him hard or soft, slow or quick, whether I'm fucking his face or he's sucking my dick. I'm a good cummer, just not fast and hell... I was born for sex.
Poor guy's exhausted. I tell him that he can go if he wants, but he can't even get off the floor. So, I give him a present. Hell, I fucked the hell out of him for an hour. The least I could do was give him a present. I lean over and whisper in his ear. His eyes brighten and he crawls around behind me.
"Loosen me up there first, kiddo. I haven't been fucked in a long while."
I guess he hears me because I feel his tongue in my ass and then two fingers. He's going quick and rushing it and I don't like to be rushed. But I let him go ahead.
After only a couple minutes of fingering, he straightens up and slowly puts it all in me until I can feel his pubes. It feels so good!
"Kiddo, you've got some dick there."
"Thanks, guy," he says. Those are the last words I hear from him. Off he goes, fucking away at my ass. I'd forgotten how good it feels to be fucked and I make a decision to get fucked more often.
He says he' gonna cum (kids got a habit of stating the obvious) and I tell him to go on and cum in my ass. He does and pulls himself out. He's suddenly got his strengths back (what a surprise) and he starts to pull on his clothes. I wanna see what he tastes like, so I reach back, pull some of the wet cum out of my ass cheek, and taste it. Sweet. Just like I like it.
When he's all dressed, he lies down on the floor, kisses me nice and passionate-like, and tells me to call him anytime. I tell him I will and he picks up his hat, coat, and leaves.
I grab some tissues off the floor and wipe my ass. Then I pick up the phone and take a seat in my chair when I stand it up. I put my feet up, my cock hard again, and I dial up Ryan.
"Hey, guy. Wanna come over to the office and talk?"
"Sure," he says happily. "I'll be right over."
"Great." I hang up.
CLICK.
I light a cig and start to jack off. I wonder how I ever get any work done around here.









