BearLover1694
On the Prowl
Starting a new story, this one is totally fiction, not based off of a fantasy of mine like My Former Teacher (http://www.justusboys.com/forum/threads/437349-My-Former-Teacher) was, so forgive me if there are longer gaps between chapters or it doesn't seem as fluid. And I know this first chapter is a little long but the rest should be more reasonable as this set up the story for the most part.
So Wrong, But So Right
Chapter 1:
My name is Alex, and I'm basically your run of the mill young businessman. At 27 years old, I was still early in my career but had been out of college for a little while as well. After finishing my masters degree when I was 23, I went right into the workforce and held the same job at a decent company for four years, up until about 2 months ago when I switched to my new job, in a new city.
I've never been one of the most outgoing, or one of those people that could make friends with a wall as they say, but I've never really had too many issues making at least some connections either. This time was different for some reason. I had no new friends and it was two months into the job. Either it was all the change that was making it hard for me or my personality just didn't jive with the group of people at work. On the bright side, I had plenty of time to keep my body in shape.
Ever since middle school I had stood out in terms of my body. I was always both a little early to develop and a little more developed than the other guys. Now in my late twenties and full grown, I was 6'1" and wasn't a slender guy either. I had a pretty fit jock body type, pretty good body mass everywhere but wasn't lean/toned or jacked either, kind of just that curvy around the edges, untoned jock type body.
Today at work was just dragging along, and due to my physique, as always I was getting uncomfortable feeling constrained in my work clothes. It was around lunch time and I had to take a leak. I was standing at my urinal peeing when my boss, Mr. Sanders, walked in. Pretty nice guy, in his late 50s, and he took the urinal next to me (don't worry, there were only two in this bathroom nothing weird). "Alex!" he let out in a tone where I knew what was coming "I know this isn't great news, but I need you to stay late tonight. Finish the report from last month and bring it to me before you go home, I'll be here late too."
I nodded in compliance, told him I'd get it done, and returned to my desk. It was about 10:30pm when I finally finished the report and brought it to Mr. Sanders. I walked into his office, he was drinking some scotch and smoking a cigar. He was a divorced man in his late 50s, so I wasn't surprised, and if I had a guess I'd say that's probably how he spent most nights. "I have your report sir" I said as I put it on his desk. "Care for a drink Alex?" he asked. I obliged and he poured me a glass. "You getting along here alright?" Mr. Sanders inquired. "Yeah I'm ok, haven't totally found my niche or built any close friendships but I'm doing fine." I answered, regretting my decision to stay.
At that Mr. Sanders got up from his seat and began pacing while telling some kind of lecture/story about how one time in his past he was in a similar position blah blah blah. He finally stopped walking while standing in front of me and leaned back sitting on his desk. "I've contemplated asking you over for dinner or for a drink, but didn't want to risk getting inappropriate or making you feel uncomfortable" he continued in his story with a pause now. Yes, I was openly gay but I never had told him that, was he insinuating he was interested? "No need to worry, I'm not uncomfortable" I answered. He put his glass on the table and stood up and approached me. He was now standing right in front of me as I was sitting down, he put his hand on my shoulder, and the other one on his hip "Good, because I take making my employees comfortable very seriously" he said
I found myself staring at his crotch. I snapped out of it and looked up and met his eyes, which were deep brown and looking back at me. He leaned over and began to kiss me, his facial stubble tickling my face. I stood up, my 6'1" frame taller than him, standing about 5'10". Now that we were making out and feeling our bodies, I noticed for the first time how good of shape Mr. Sanders was for his age. Not ripped or a bodybuilder of course but a solid body was beneath those dress clothes he always wears. I went to grope his crotch, and when I did found that he was already rock hard. Mr. Sanders cut me off "go grab your things and head out to your car. Follow me back to my place." he said. He gave my ass a nice pat and squeeze as I turned around to go to my office.
When we got to his place I followed him inside. We were hardly in the door as he started kissing me again. I reached for his penis to find it was still hard as a rock. He led me to his bedroom, and turned me around so that my back was to him. Mr. Sanders kissed my neck as he rubbed my body with his hands. He unbuckled my pants and pulled down my briefs as my pants dropped to my ankles. He bent me over and I heard his zipper. Before I could even anticipate what was going to happen I felt him push inside of me. "You like that fat fucking cock don't you boy? You going to be a good boy and do what your boss wants?" Mr. Sanders asked talking dirty to me. "Yes sir" I managed to get out before Mr. Sanders wrapped his hands around me and pulled my body up so my back was against him. His pace quickened as he moaned while making out with me. I felt his body bucking and tensing up as Mr. Sanders came in my ass.
He pulled out and I heard his pants zip back up. I pulled my pants and briefs back on and tucked my shirt back in, assuming he was done and ready for me to go. Mr. Sanders collapsed on the bed and let out a satisfied sigh as he pulled me down with him. He kissed me some more. "Mr. Sanders..." I began before he cut me off. "Alex, we just had sex, call me Jim" he said. "Fine, Jim..." I went on "I really should get going" I said as I started to get up. He pulled me back down though. "Alex, you work for me, we are going to see each other 5 days a week for the foreseeable future, this doesn't have to be weird unless you make it weird. You don't have to rush out like a walk of shame" he said.
I relaxed back on the bed, stewing in my mind for a second. He made a point, and even though we didn't even take our clothes off and by all definitions of the term just only had a quickie, he was good, it felt really good....But it was so wrong.
So Wrong, But So Right
Chapter 1:
My name is Alex, and I'm basically your run of the mill young businessman. At 27 years old, I was still early in my career but had been out of college for a little while as well. After finishing my masters degree when I was 23, I went right into the workforce and held the same job at a decent company for four years, up until about 2 months ago when I switched to my new job, in a new city.
I've never been one of the most outgoing, or one of those people that could make friends with a wall as they say, but I've never really had too many issues making at least some connections either. This time was different for some reason. I had no new friends and it was two months into the job. Either it was all the change that was making it hard for me or my personality just didn't jive with the group of people at work. On the bright side, I had plenty of time to keep my body in shape.
Ever since middle school I had stood out in terms of my body. I was always both a little early to develop and a little more developed than the other guys. Now in my late twenties and full grown, I was 6'1" and wasn't a slender guy either. I had a pretty fit jock body type, pretty good body mass everywhere but wasn't lean/toned or jacked either, kind of just that curvy around the edges, untoned jock type body.
Today at work was just dragging along, and due to my physique, as always I was getting uncomfortable feeling constrained in my work clothes. It was around lunch time and I had to take a leak. I was standing at my urinal peeing when my boss, Mr. Sanders, walked in. Pretty nice guy, in his late 50s, and he took the urinal next to me (don't worry, there were only two in this bathroom nothing weird). "Alex!" he let out in a tone where I knew what was coming "I know this isn't great news, but I need you to stay late tonight. Finish the report from last month and bring it to me before you go home, I'll be here late too."
I nodded in compliance, told him I'd get it done, and returned to my desk. It was about 10:30pm when I finally finished the report and brought it to Mr. Sanders. I walked into his office, he was drinking some scotch and smoking a cigar. He was a divorced man in his late 50s, so I wasn't surprised, and if I had a guess I'd say that's probably how he spent most nights. "I have your report sir" I said as I put it on his desk. "Care for a drink Alex?" he asked. I obliged and he poured me a glass. "You getting along here alright?" Mr. Sanders inquired. "Yeah I'm ok, haven't totally found my niche or built any close friendships but I'm doing fine." I answered, regretting my decision to stay.
At that Mr. Sanders got up from his seat and began pacing while telling some kind of lecture/story about how one time in his past he was in a similar position blah blah blah. He finally stopped walking while standing in front of me and leaned back sitting on his desk. "I've contemplated asking you over for dinner or for a drink, but didn't want to risk getting inappropriate or making you feel uncomfortable" he continued in his story with a pause now. Yes, I was openly gay but I never had told him that, was he insinuating he was interested? "No need to worry, I'm not uncomfortable" I answered. He put his glass on the table and stood up and approached me. He was now standing right in front of me as I was sitting down, he put his hand on my shoulder, and the other one on his hip "Good, because I take making my employees comfortable very seriously" he said
I found myself staring at his crotch. I snapped out of it and looked up and met his eyes, which were deep brown and looking back at me. He leaned over and began to kiss me, his facial stubble tickling my face. I stood up, my 6'1" frame taller than him, standing about 5'10". Now that we were making out and feeling our bodies, I noticed for the first time how good of shape Mr. Sanders was for his age. Not ripped or a bodybuilder of course but a solid body was beneath those dress clothes he always wears. I went to grope his crotch, and when I did found that he was already rock hard. Mr. Sanders cut me off "go grab your things and head out to your car. Follow me back to my place." he said. He gave my ass a nice pat and squeeze as I turned around to go to my office.
When we got to his place I followed him inside. We were hardly in the door as he started kissing me again. I reached for his penis to find it was still hard as a rock. He led me to his bedroom, and turned me around so that my back was to him. Mr. Sanders kissed my neck as he rubbed my body with his hands. He unbuckled my pants and pulled down my briefs as my pants dropped to my ankles. He bent me over and I heard his zipper. Before I could even anticipate what was going to happen I felt him push inside of me. "You like that fat fucking cock don't you boy? You going to be a good boy and do what your boss wants?" Mr. Sanders asked talking dirty to me. "Yes sir" I managed to get out before Mr. Sanders wrapped his hands around me and pulled my body up so my back was against him. His pace quickened as he moaned while making out with me. I felt his body bucking and tensing up as Mr. Sanders came in my ass.
He pulled out and I heard his pants zip back up. I pulled my pants and briefs back on and tucked my shirt back in, assuming he was done and ready for me to go. Mr. Sanders collapsed on the bed and let out a satisfied sigh as he pulled me down with him. He kissed me some more. "Mr. Sanders..." I began before he cut me off. "Alex, we just had sex, call me Jim" he said. "Fine, Jim..." I went on "I really should get going" I said as I started to get up. He pulled me back down though. "Alex, you work for me, we are going to see each other 5 days a week for the foreseeable future, this doesn't have to be weird unless you make it weird. You don't have to rush out like a walk of shame" he said.
I relaxed back on the bed, stewing in my mind for a second. He made a point, and even though we didn't even take our clothes off and by all definitions of the term just only had a quickie, he was good, it felt really good....But it was so wrong.































