I was on the phone in a fairly boring conference call, and an email popped up on my screen. It was from him!
'Got 15 minutes'.
"Sorry, guys, I'm going to have to drop out of this call for about 20 minutes or so". I wasn't needed in that call anyway, and I had been reading though my favourite adult stories web site... I was a little on the horny side.
So, I went into his office. He told me to lock the door and sit down beside him. He pulled down his jeans and boxers and asked me for a wank.
"I'm only looking for a wank - get your jeans off!".
Yessir. They hit the floor.
He grabbed my cock, and I grabbed his.
"Pull the skin right back", he said. "And you better cum this time".
Damn. Pressure. And I've been having difficulty with this for the last 2 weeks - my performance has been shot to hell while I wait for the results of the screening.
So we continue to wank each other off, trying to be quiet. It was, after all, the middle of the day. There were people still at work.
I told him to grab me tighter. He told me to go faster.
Within a couple of minutes he shot his load. Wads of cum leaped into the air, and all over my hand. I kept pumping, he kept cumming.
"I'm done - you can stop now", smiling. He'd been holding his breath trying not to cry out.
"That was fast"
"I've been waiting for hours for this, now hurry up," he said, with a wry smile.
He grabbed my balls. His hand was cold, and it felt great. He played with my balls, and pumped by cock. I was in extacy, and I was close to cumming. Real close.
I was looking at his face - his beard was really coming along. He hadn't shaved it, or trimmed it, in about 3 weeks. And I really wanted to kiss him, but I knew that would be pushing it a little.
His jeans were still around his ankles, and I had a lovely view of his cock. He may be a little self concious about it, but it was a lovely cock.
Everything was almost just right, and I could feel myself getting closer.
"I've been cutting steel all weekend with a hack saw. My hand is in bits," he said.
He shifted his grip, and changed his rhythm. He then swapped hands. I wasn't as close now.
After a couple of minutes, I took over. He continued to play with my balls, but I knew I'd lost it. It would take a while to get back to that stage.
Bloody pressure.
"I'm not Ron Jeremy", I joked.
I could see by him that he was tiring. He pulled up his jeans, and tucked away that lovely cock. I kept going on my own for a while as we talked, before I realised that I was getting embarrassed. So I pulled up my own.
"Well, that's 3 nil". I told him about the screening, and that I get the results tomorrow, and things just haven't been working for me for the last 2 weeks.
So we sat and talked for a bit. We talked about what he wanted to do.
"I've no interest in guys. To me, a wank is a wank. I look at you and I don't feel anything. Not a gripe about you, mind. I'm just not attracted to men. I know that if a need a blow job, a man or a woman will do it for me, but it's just a blowjob."
I'd been expecting this. We talked for a bit. We talked about the results that I'm getting tomorrow, and he tried to ally my fears. He really is a nice guy.
We talked about sex, we talked about guys, we talked about girls. I told him a few things I'd love to try with him.
"Hey, if you ever want to have a 3-some, I might be willing to try out a girl..."
"But what happens if she end up lying there why you ravish me, and she gets ignored..."
I told him that I'd love to get a chance to have a proper session - man on man, hot sweaty sex, aware from the sterile environment of the office. It didn't seem to have the same effect on him as it did on me, though.
"That just sounds wrong". Ah well. I'll just continue to dream about it, but I won't tell him that... At least not yet.
Finally, I asked him if he had much salt in his diet. Thrown, he asked why.
"I've just been wondering for the last 2 weeks".
He smiled.
"It's a secret family recipe"
"Nice recipe..."
I hope I'll get a chance to make it 3-1, or at least to try out the recipe again.
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