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PART TWELVE
It had been a week since Dean had called things off and we still hadn't spoken. I saw him around the office, but he would always turn away or leave the room whenever I entered.
I wanted to mend things with him, but was feeling hurt and also too proud to apologise so I let things fester.
In order to avoid seeing him at the gym, I'd taken to working out in the mornings. One morning, I got to the gym and changed into a grey vest and a pair of short blue shorts that just covered my thighs. I scanned the room and saw Greg Boyd, my new manager, working out over by the free weights. He was topless.
`Now this I have to see' I thought.
I headed over to him, and admired the view. He had brown hair that he had slicked back with so much hair gel. He had stubble all over his chin, and a permanent five o'clock shadow. His biceps bulged as he curled the weights he was using. His pecs were large and firm, with a light coating of chest hair, and he looked like he had an eight pack for abs, and his chest was covered in a sheen of his sweat. He was only wearing a pair of black shorts that barely covered his thighs, and hugged his ass perfectly. My cock was already getting hard.
"Morning Greg, do you normally work out shirtless?" I asked as I approached him.
Greg turned to me and smiled. "Hi Mike, and yeah, I like watching myself work out. You should try it" he said.
Not ashamed of checking myself out, I pulled my vest off so I was standing next to him also shirtless. I grabbed some weights and started doing some bicep curls next to him. I wasn't shy in checking Greg out in the full-length mirrors and he was watching my body too as we exercised.
We talked as we worked out. In my new role as social media manager, Greg and I were now working closely together. We talked about a particular client who was giving us issues on what they wanted for their social media marketing, and Greg gave me some advice. We also talked general things like TV and Greg moaned about his latest girlfriend.
After a while, we were both sweating and Greg was standing there with a film of sweat across his body. He lay down his weights and turned to me.
"How about we go to the Jacuzzi to talk some more" Greg said.
"Sure" I replied, not wanting to miss the opportunity to see Greg in his swimwear.
We went back to the changing rooms to change into our swimwear. I glanced over as Greg undressed. He had an amazing bubble butt. He pulled on some very small and tight-fitting black trunks. I put on a pair of small white Speedos.
Greg turned to look at me, and his gaze went down to my Speedos.
"Fuck, I like your Speedos" he said. He walked over to me and stood right in front of me. His hands moved down to my hips, and began to rub the material.
"I've always liked Speedos, but I've been too afraid that I wouldn't pull them off" he said. His right hand moved round to my cock, and he began to rub the material over my cock. It started to harden.
"I'm sure you'd look good in anything" I replied.
Greg smiled and continued to rub my cock through my Speedos. I could see his cock to start get hard in his trunks. I reached over and began to rub it through his trunks.
"I've never..." he said.
I bent down, and pulled down his trunks. His hard cock sprung out from his trunks. I enclosed my mouth around his shaft and began to lick it up and down. Greg let out a moan and put his hands on the back of my head, forcing me to engulf more of his hard meat.
"Fuck, Victor was right, you are a good cocksucker" Greg moaned.
I was intrigued to hear Victor and Greg talked about me, and that spurred me on to go faster up and down his shaft. My tongue licked his head, tasting pre-cum. Greg continued to moan and moved his hands to play with his nipples.
I swallowed his entire cock in my mouth until my nose was brushing his pubes. My tongue was darting all around his shaft, coating his cock with both my spit and his precum.
I continued to lick his shaft when I felt him tense. His hands shot down to keep my head in place as his cock fired shot after shot of cum down my throat. He let out a loud moan.
As his cock softened, he pulled his cock from my mouth. I stood up, my hard cock straining against my Speedos.
Greg gave me a smile. "I really must get myself a pair of Speedos. And thanks for that" and with that, he grabbed a towel and headed off for a shower.
I stood there in the changing rooms with a hard-on, and I was pissed. I'd just given the guy a decent blowjob and he couldn't even wank me back. I angrily got dressed and headed up to my floor.
The day didn't go any better. With my pent-up sexual frustration, I was getting annoyed at every little thing. My team had a meeting to discuss the client we were having issues with, and what we could do to improve the social media aspect of their marketing campaign to please them, but nobody could come up with any decent solutions. I told them all to leave the conference room we were in and tried to do some brainstorming of my own. I couldn't think of anything, and ended up throwing my pen across the room in frustration.
Just then, Kevin, one of the members of my team (and a hot fuck), entered the room. He was wearing a pair of tight grey trousers, and a tight white shirt and black tie.
"Someone seems stressed" he said.
"I am", I replied, "this client is pissing me off and I've had a raging hard-on all day".
"Maybe I can help with one of things" Kevin said with a grin.
He walked towards me, and got on his knees. He unzipped my trousers, and pulled out my still hard cock.
He took my cock in his mouth, and began to lick up and down the shaft. I was moaning in pleasure as his tongue licked all over my cock, from the head to the base. His right hand reached up and unbuttoned my shirt, and he was running his hands over my abs. I was in heaven, but I needed more.
"Fuck me" I moaned.
Kevin gave me a smirk and removed my cock from his mouth. I stood up and undid my trousers, pulling them down to expose my ass. I then leaned over the conference room table sticking my ass out. Kevin undid the zip of his trousers, pulling his cock out. He lined up his cock with my ass and pushed it into my hole.
I let out a gasp as his cock entered all the way into me, until I could feel his pubes against my ass. He put his hands on my shoulders and proceeded to fuck my brains out.
"Is this what you wanted?" he panted in my ear.
"Fuck yeah, fuck me" I moaned.
Kevin continued his pace, as he pounded my ass with his cock. He reached around and began to stroke my cock with his right hand. I was leaking precum all over the table, so he used some of this as lube as he wanked me.
I was in heaven; the feelings on both my cock and ass were driving me insane. I could feel the cum building, and soon I was shooting spurt after spurt of cum all over the conference room table, letting out a huge moan.
As I came, my ass tensed around Kevin's cock, and he was soon unloading his cum up my ass. He let out a groan as he unloaded his sperm.
We both finished shooting, and Kevin pulled his cock from my ass.
"Did that help at all?" he asked.
"Well, it definitely got rid of the hard-on" I replied with a laugh.
We both got dressed and tidied up the conference room. The client's work could wait for another day.
END OF PART TWELVE