This is a true story by Michael Stewart, written for NYC's Pier BBS in 1988. Copyright (c) 1988, all rights reserved; permission granted to the "Nifty Andrew" archive for online "publication" and distribution.
Comments and lewd propositions may be sent to Michael at brooklyn@yorick.ny.cybernex.net
"Drunk At The Company Christmas Party"
This time of year brought back one of my favorite experiences, that I wanted to share. It still gets me off, and I hope it does the same for you.
It all started last year at my office Christmas party. Although I'm not really in the closet, I don't advertise myself, either - especially at work - but after three hours of non-stop drinking, I was feeling reckless. After three hours of staring at Craig, the manager of our company store, I was feeling horny, too, especially since I knew he was gay. He's was (and is), a hot little guy, mid-twenties, short (about 5'10"), handsome, with a cute little moustache, and, from the few times I've seen him with an open collar, a nice hairy chest. He's slim and trim and has a cute butt too!
As things were closing down for the night, I walked up to him and said, "You know, Craig, you're probably the hottest thing in this place. Want a blow job?" He just looked at me - I've got a position of some responsibility at our office, and have never gave off any indication that I was gay. Anyway, he just looked at me, and said nothing (I found out later that he just chalked it up to my being tanked up).
About a week later, just before Christmas, I went to the company store to pick up some last-minute gifts, and he was working. I, of course, couldn't keep my eyes off him, but he was busy doing something or another in the store. It wasn't until I was just about to leave that he came over to me and asked if he could talk to me for a minute.
Well, I was nervous and excited. Nervous because I thought he'd sock me in the jaw for talking to him like that, and excited because I was hoping he'd offer me something else to put in my mouth beside his fist. Anyway, we went back into his office and he started talking. He said he was ticked off with me for talking to him like that, but that he thought it was just because I was drunk. I apologized, and then told him, "Yeah, but I still feel the same way, and I'm sober now."
He looked at me for a minute, and then REALLY looked at me, up and down. I took advantage of the situation, and grabbed him into my arms, planting a big wet kiss right on his lips. He resisted for a second, and then kind of sagged against me, and returned the kiss. It quickly turned into "dueling tongues," and as we stood there in his office sucking face, I reached down and started rubbing his crotch. At first he was just half hard, but then I felt his hand on my rock-hard dick, and I guess it turned him on, since he got fully hard real fast after that.
I didn't want to fully undress him (well, I did, but he was at work, and God only knew how much time we'd have), so I just rubbed his rubbed his crotch with one hand and ran my other hand over his chest and back and forth over his ass while we kissed. Our lips were still locked as I unzipped his fly and groped around for a minute trying to free his joint from his briefs. It wasn't all that huge, but it was nice and thick, and hard - and finally mine!
I broke the kiss and got down on my knees right in the middle of his office and sucked his cock. It was cut, and felt even thicker in my mouth than it had in my hand, with a nice upward curve. I knew we didn't have much time, so I pulled off for a second and told him to fuck me in the face, hard! I gobbled it back down again, and grabbed his hot little ass with both hands, and boy, did he take me at my word. He thrust that fucking hot rod of his in and out of my mouth, and I loved every damn minute of it. Feeling his ass thrust back and forth while he fucked my mouth was my idea of cocksucker heaven, I'll tell you!
He knew we were pressed for time, too, so it wasn't long before he was whispering, "It's gonna cum." He gave a couple of more strokes, then his body got all stiff, and wham! I felt his dick get real thick and hard, and then his hot cream was blasting into my throat. I pulled my mouth up a bit so I could taste it, and Jesus, it tasted every bit as great as I imagined.
Once the flow trickled out, I gave a few more licks to get every last drop, and then stood up. He was still standing there, kind of dazed (but happy!), and I unzipped my own pants and pulled out my cock. I planted my mouth on his, and while our tongues dueled again, I wrapped my left hand around his softening cock and jerked my own, creaming in a second right onto the carpet in his office. Then it was time for both of us to zip up, and we shared a final kiss (a real deep one!), before heading back out into the store.