Well, it's a year and a half since it started. He still doesn't talk to me much, and when he does, I'm always a little suspect - was there a reason he was suddenly interested in me. As it transpired, there usually was...
He has tried multiple times to get me to cum, all with no success. The first few times have been documented here, but I didn't want to write 'part 5' until I had something more to write about.
And then he stopped. Nothing. It wasn't working, and he seemed to give up on it. Maybe part 5 would never happen. I began to fear that. Then I accepted it, and moved on. Ah well - I would always have my memories.
Work continued, and I started having to travel to an office overseas on a weekly basis. I was spending less and less time in the office.
And he noticed. I got an email at home asking about it. I replied, and that seemed to end the converstation. Maybe he was just curious to know why I wasn't around much. After all, he would be walking past my office door, and seeing it constantly closed. If I'm in the office, the door is permanently open.
A few weeks later, he emailed me about my MP3 player, wondering if he could have a look at it. So I brought it in for him, and he took it for a while, and returned it. He was interested in buying a new one for himself.
But there was nothing to indicate that anything might happen. Maybe nothing was going to happen. Maybe he was just curious about why I wasn't in the office that much. Maybe he was actually planning on getting a new MP3 player. I was still a little suspect. Well, maybe I was just hopeful, and that was fuelling my suspicions.
Then, one evening after I got home from being away, I got an email from him:
"balls full?..."
Well, that can only mean one thing, can't it. So I replied, 10 minutes after he sent it:
"Very. And lonely nights in a hotel don't help much."
But I didn't get a reply to it. Damn. But he did seem to still be interested, and that got my hopes up even more.
A couple of weeks later, he sent me a text message on my mobile, asking if I had driven in that day. This time, though, I knew he wasn't really asking that. I replied anyway, and told him that I did. A few minutes later, he asked me down to his office.
However, his timing sucked. It was 4:45, I still had things to do, and I had to leave by 5. I went down anyway, and he said he wanted to give me a wank. I told him that I'd love to, but I had to be going by 5, so couldn't. He wasn't going to be around the next day, and I wasn't going to be around the rest of the week. So we left it as a 'maybe next week'. But I knew his previous 'maybes' were generally 'not-going-to-happens'.
Next week arrived. And I started to get nervous again. Would he remember? Would he still want to? Would this be the one that wouldn't be a 'not'?
So, I did my work as normal, if a little bit uncomfortably. And at about 4pm, I got a text message from him...
"do you ?"
Did I what...! That was all I needed - I went down to his office, and locked the door. He told me to sit opposite him, and to get my cock out. I was already hard - had been all day. I started up play with myself, slowly, looking at him. He just looked on, smiling.
He asked me if I was getting any action away - I said no. There was nothing happening. Boring nights alone in a hotel room, and not for want of trying.
He asked me about the saunas - I hadn't been to a sauna since August, that was 6 months ago.
Then he came over to me, and took my cock in his hand. He was standing over me, pumping away. I looked up at him - I could have melted. I did. I was in esctasy.
I wanted to touch him, I didn't think he wanted me to touch him. I asked anyway, and he didn't. So I sat there, relaxed, head back, jeans and boxers around my knees, as he gave me a wonderful wank.
And I could feel myself getting close.
I closed my eyes, and let myself go with the flow of what he was doing.
"How do you like it", as he changed his grip. Damn, don't do that!
"Just the way you were doing in a moment ago".
He changed back, and I could feel myself stirring inside. I knew that, this time, it would work.
So I had my head back, eyes closed, just letting myself go with it. Here he was, pumping my hard cock. My breathing started to get deeper. I was getting close.
I opened my eyes. "I'm going to cum", and then did. I hit the desk. I came all over his hand, my boxers, the floor. And he bent down, and took my cock, mid orgasm, in his mouth, and took a few pulses worth. He didn't stop pumping, and I didn't stop cumming. Boy, there was a lot there.
And it was great. I really needed it, and I had wanted it to work with him for so long. It may have taken 18 months, but it was worth it.
"That another one to strike off my list", he said, and smiled.
I cleaned myself up, and dressed. I was elated, and he was smiling like a cheshire cat. I got the feeling he was looking for something else, but he wasn't (I asked!).
So I left, packed up, and went home. I was happy for the whole evening. The worst part was, I couldn't tell anyone about it. But I didn't mind - I was just floating for the rest of the evening, happy as punch.
I think his list is now complete, so I'm not expecting him to ask me again. It was good while it lasted, and it was great how it finished.
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Thanks for reading my stories. If you haven't already realised, these are a true account of a series of events in my life with this guy in the office. If you wish to contact me, please email me at The_Tomahawk@hotmail.com, mentioning 'nifty' in the subject line.
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