PRISSY PERCY PRICK I
Percival Stoddard interviewed me for the job for which I was accepted. Handsome guy, immaculately attired, about my age, early thirties. He looked like a class picture for Princeton class of 2005. Actually he was Harvard '01. Friendly, seemed like a decent sort. After he chewed out the guy at the desk next to mine for having his necktie looseend on a hot day I learned that he was commonly known around the office as Prissy Percy, and he was an unending prick.
A couple of weeks after my hire I was finishing a letter I wanted to get in the mail that evening. It was 5:45 on Friday and the office was empty except for me. Percy arrived at my desk and asked me to follow him to his office because a problem had arisen that we needed to discuss. He sat behind his desk and waved me to a chair.
"The problem is that one of our employees is upset because he feels you are gay. If that is in fact true, I can handle it, no problem."
I sat for a minute thinking of alternatives and then said, "True. May I ask who considers it a problem?"
"Me," he said, now smiling. "My gaydar is pretty accurate, but far from perfect. You are about six feet six inches tall and it has been keeping me awake wondering if your penis is as big as I have been fantasizing." Nonplussed did not adequately describe my state of mind. "It's late, I'm curious, but also thirsty and hungry. Let me buy you dinner and discuss this further," he said.
We went to a small Italian restaurant and he suggested the house chianti wine. I wrinkled my nose and he said, "Ah no. This is good wine. If you like a good Argentine Malbec, you will like this. And by the way, anything said or done outside the office will have zero negative effect on your job. "So when did you realize you were 'of the family?"
"I finally accepted it as a junior in college when I had oral sex with another classmate. I'd done mutual masturbation with a kid in junior high school and enjoyed it but that oral sex made it perfectly clear that I must be thoroughly gay."
"And that lovely lady you took to the office picnic?" he said.
"Arm candy," I said. "She's a lesbian and a good friend. We even travel together as a couple."
"And did you ever have sex with her?"
"Well, it is true that we're all bisexual as Masters and Johnson pointed out decades ago: nobody is 100% anything. She came out of the shower naked one time. Her pussy is unshaven, and she is gorgeous. I popped a boner and she was curious. She wanted to see for herself what an ejaculation looked like, so she jacked me off. She wasn't very good at it, but I have never had a climax I didn't enjoy. She tasted my precum and informed me it didn't taste as good as a wet pussy which was information I didn't need. How about your experience?"
He was vague about that. Something on the order of 'varied, infrequent'. I wasn't sure whether that was in frequent or infrequent. He changed the subject and we discussed forms of art, music, travel, adult education etc. The meal was as nice as the wine and when the bill was paid he asked if I would like to see his apartment.
Conflicted doesn't describe my feelings. I was silent trying to sort things out and he smiled. "Instead, there's a fun AA baseball team in town, what, do you say about catching it? They're in the playoff race and it should be an intense game."
It was surprisingly good baseball. They were playing with an intensity not usually evident in "the bigs". We had a couple of beers and about the sixth inning he said, "You asked me about my sexual experience. I guess I have the reputation of being fussy. That's true. My first experience was with a girl in college. We were on a picnic, we snuck off to the woods, got naked and to make a short story, I lost my erection. She was disgusted and I finally had to admit to myself I was gay. What I kept dreaming about was getting fucked. By a guy. It took awhile for the opportunity and when it happened I was so excited I climaxed almost as soon as he entered me."
Nothing further was said for awhile but during the seventh inning stretch I allowed that I'd never had anal sex with a guy and if that was what he liked, maybe I would take him up on the offer to visit his apartment. From that time on the game seemed to last forever but finally a bases loaded walk won the game for us.
His apartment was decorated to the teeth and looked more like a girl's place than I expected. No conversation, he just led me to his bedroom. Believe it or not, with a canopied bed! He immediately began to strip off his clothes and I followed suit. Or unsuit as the case may be. He was hard by the time his pants came off. It was curved upward and to the right about thirty degrees from horizontal, maybe seven inches with an oversized head. He was shaved, a first for me, and it made his tool look even longer.
"Wowzie! That's bigger than a whore's dream!", he said. "Gotta be a ten incher and uncircumcised to boot. Before you hump me I want to taste it. That'll be a first time for me."
I said that would be fine, but be easy, I didn't want to unload before the main performance. He wanted me on my back on the bed. He sat next to me, took my boner in his mouth and gave it a little suck. Then he lifted his head and peeled back my foreskin. Back in his mouth, a gentle suck of just my glans and reluctantly he let me go. "How about you don't cum in me and let me finish you off orally?", he said. I agreed, he tenderly replaced my hoodie, rubbered and lubed me.
"I've never had an organ that size in me, so promise me you'll go easy," he said. I slipped in easily, waited a moment and then put my whole cock in up to the hilt. "Oh, God. That's what I've been waiting for all these years. Just stay there a bit and let me enjoy it," he said.
I did, but only briefly. The new sensation of his tight sphincter gripping my boner, his whining of pleasure, the feeling on my dick of his rectum as I slid in and out and the sight of his boner profusely leaking precum were aphrodisiac in spades. "OH SHIT, shit, shit, SHIT!" I yelled.
"I can feel that boner pulsing in my can so I know what you're yelling about. Just can't postpone pleasure like a little kid 'eh? I'll forgive you this once if you give me a memorable blowjob," Percy said. So of course I agreed. I asked him to warn me when he was going to cum and he agreed again.
His cock was covered in my new favorite taste, Cowper's Pre Orgasmic Secretion. His generous sized ball sack held a goodly amount too, so I started licking it. I was in heaven, so much so that I never lost my erection. Having finished with his nuts I licked up and around his crooked pecker.
TO BE CONTINUED