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The cold weather shrinks my nuts! Why didn't I move south when I had the chance?! I was jumping out of the shower feeling the blast of cold air on my wet skin - and into some warm cold weather undies when the phone rang. The display was my only office staffer. I push the answer button and then the speaker button to say "hello"...?
Hey there, it's Rianne, I'm not going to come in, my son Kev is puking and his dad can't stay with him today. Ok, Hon?
I was toweling my hair and hoping that she'd say she'd come in later, so I just listen. "Are you there, hon?" she asked - in a - I know you heard me - tone of voice.
"Yeah, I'm just getting out of the shower and getting dressed. Ok, sorry to hear he's sick, don't come in if you're bringing the flu with you!" I demanded "anything cooking at the office that I should be dealing with today?"
She choked a puff of her cigarette out when she answered "yeah, we've got a guy coming in to work his community service hours off. I usually put them to work on the restrooms and hallways and kick 'em free around noon. That's about all you're gonna get from those guys. That's it - really easy. Just make a note when they arrive and when you sent them free."
"yeah, right! I will! talk to you soon." and the line was dead.
Living close to the office allows me to get there before my hair drys practically. Since I'm contract I can come in denims and polos, or parkas depending on the weather. I had barely gotten my coat up on the hook and the lights were not yet all warmed up and bright when a beep of the motion sensor signaled that there was someone approaching my corridor. I just kept moving and turning all the morning stuff on - the powering up of the computers, copier, radio - it was all humming when the voice said. "good morning, I'm here to see Rianne. Is she in yet? I'm Bruce."
I glanced over my shoulder toward the voice at the doorway. "hey, good morning, give me a second. I'll be right with you."
Bruce said a bit more quietly "yeah, sure, take your time - thanks."
As I sat down Bruce helped himself to a cup of water from the cooler and stood with his back to me. He was a good 6'4" tall and wrapped up in a black down vest, black denims, black running shoes, and black tee-shirt - all well worn but not dirty.
Hm - this stud is about 40, goatee and nice hair - He had a longer than usual mustache and goatee - say just a little less than an inch and it had a strong color to it. He swallowed the cup of water and turned with a smile and walked in. Inviting grin, I thought.
"So, you are here to see Rianne? Her kid has the flu and won't be in today. How can I help you?" I like to make them explain why they are here and if they'll tell me what they did to get community hours.
"oh, man, I hope I can put some hours in today. She said that she was the only one that handled that." worry filled his face and eyes as he tried to see if I was going to be able to help him.
"Oh, are you telling me you are here to do community hours?"
"Yeah" he said "I've got paperwork here" and he dug the folded sheets out of the vest.
I took the papers, pulled the file book and began filling them out.
"Yeah you can work today. How long can you work today?"
"I'm yours for all day if you want me." He said and the smile with all those teeth came back.
"Really?" I glanced between the writing and the face, "All day, eh" "Let me see what we can get you busy with." "What brings you here today?"
His eyes rolled around the room as if he was watching a gnat fly around and he plugged the silence with a long drawn out sound "uhhhhhhh well, hmmmmmmm,"
I finished the form and handed his doc's back to him and just looked at him. Was he blushing?
"what?" I asked. "can't be too serious, you just got fine and community work."
"No, it wasn't serious, but just a bit uh - unusual -- I guess it doesn't matter - I can tell you..between us guys..."
He trailed off and his eyes began to wonder again. They landed on the pictures behind me - since I was sitting at Rianne desk, the kids, and her and stuff on the bulliten board caught his attention.
"I was driving along, and my girlfriend was, well, she had her hand in my pants. And well she was giving me a hand job as we drove and, uh, she got me really going and the more she, well, massaged me, the faster I went and when she, uh, pulled it out, uhm, well it made me jump a bit and so I swerved a bit and it was happening fast and I was not paying attention to my rear view mirror and there was a patrol car right behind me! Well he didn't stop me until she had, well, gone down on me."
Now I'm watched this big guy tell me this story and not once has he actually looked at me to see if I was looking at him or anything - but I was seeing the impact of his story on his denims. What was pretty well defined before was not impressively packed and obviously making him squirm under the pressure.
"So it must have been pretty startling to see the lights and hear the siren when you're about to pop a load, eh?"
The guy was ridged and only his eyes moved to acknowledge me and he sighed out a "yeah, it was - very startling! since I shot it just about the same time the came on! I just about drove off the road!"
I began to chuckle in a deep nasty way to acknowledge the predicament - then he began to laugh as well. One of those knowing shared laughs. His eyes now averted but his posture was stiff along with the package.
"As much as I'd like to sit here and jerk off stories with ya all morning, I've got to get you moving and get busy myself. Let me show you to the work area." ah the mighty buzz kill struck and he scooted his chair back and exited the office. I watched him exit and he managed to adjust his cock and balls before he turned around. He caught me examining him and we both laughed knowingly. As I lead the way down the hall I said glancing back toward him and down to his prominent cock - "I'll bet you get hard every time you think of that ticket, huh!?" "yeah" was all he said. and we walked to the janitor closet, opened it and stepped inside in silence.
I quickly got busy with the details for the day. The 8' by 8' room seem extra small with this guy next to me in it. I"m just about 6' tall so I was talking looking up at him all the while. I could see the detail trim on his goatee. He was really a pleasant guy. He did cubicle installation - not much these days because of the economy - so he opted to do time instead of the fine.
I pointed out the work clothes and told him that if he'd like to wear the overalls and keep his clothes clean, they were clean and available. He lifted a pair and said "usually these are high water pants" but after shaking them out he could see that they were extra long - and nodded and said "yeah, these are cool - keep the jeans clean."
A few minutes of talk and directions and I was heading down to my office. I'd been work there with a half hard cock myself and thought that it'd be great to see him change - just for the voyeur in me. That image made my dick jump and remembered that since he was going to be in the far reaches of the building, I should let him know that there are intercoms to call the office if he needed direction. I turned on my heels and made a quick path back to the Janitor door. He had not yet left the room. The hairs on the back of my neck went up and I thought - Yeah, I'm going to get a good full view of this stud.
But the visuals popped in my head when I heard the distinct rustling of cleaning supplies on the other side of the door. The bottles and cans were being moved around and for a moment it sounded like he was putting his supplies together - but then it occurred to me that the sound was continuous it dawned on me that he was in there satisfying himself.
Instead of knocking, I just leaned on the door and opened it up. It moved inward and immediately the rustling stopped and the only sound I heard was a groan followed by a sigh.
I stepped in and the door closed by itself. Still gripping the shaft of his cock, Bruce was as read as a stop sign - so was his cock under the grip. One hand on his shaft and one hand on his balls. Time stood still. It was so quiet - except for his low deep panting.
"You want some help with that?" I asked.
"could you help a guy out?" he asked politely
I knelt down and sipped at the pre cum on the end of his cock. Until he let go of the shaft I couldn't see that his cock was a good 9 inches and shaped like plantain - a nice tip and fat base!
He was a groaner! the moment my lips hit his cock head he started in... "oh yeah, lick that!" "Hmmm - yesssss! Yeah I love that!"
It was one slur after another until I got the entire cock in my mouth to the base...then it was silent.
I was feeling a bit weird about this when I looked up at that perfect goatee and the expression on his fact was bliss. His lips slightly parted looking down in admiration with a bit of drool beginning to form as the edge of his lips. He whipsered - damn, man, no one has ever gotten to the base before... those chicks can't do that!"
I adjusted my jaw and an the inadvertent swallow stroked his cock its' full length in my throat.
He repsonded with audible pleasure - AW Aw Aw! grunted out which matched the splashes of cum in my throat. we launched into matched spasms. My throat with his cock. Sublime.
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