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THE CORPORATE CUMDUMP
I guess if it hadn't been for Daniel I would not be in this situation. I'm quite shy and introverted by nature, especially when it comes to sex. Part of a strict, religious upbringing, I suppose. Daniel... it's not so much that he brought me out of my shell, it's more like he removed my shell altogether and left me naked and exposed.
I was a late bloomer. Oh, I knew from an early age what I am, and what I am attracted to. But I denied it, even to myself, for years. I participated in circle jerks with friends and classmates, and listened to their fantasies and the occasional sexual exploit. But for me it was more about seeing their erect cocks than anything else. I used these sights as fodder for my feverish fantasies late at night under my blankets at home. Whenever it was my turn to relate my experiences and fantasies, I just made up a variation on someone else's story. I was too afraid to tell the truth, that my fantasies revolved around me being humiliated and forced to do various kinky sex acts with men.
So I was pretty much repressed and in the closet for years, even after I moved out of my parent's home. The few times that I did have sex with guys left me feeling disappointed and unfulfilled. And it wasn't only for me. I remember one guy telling me "It's a pity. If you could lose some of your hangups you'd be a good fuck." I was quite insulted by this. I considered myself a good fuck.
I did try a few experiments, but they too ended badly. After a particularly disastrous hookup where a guy tried to fist me despite my obvious lack of experience, I limped home with a wad of toilet paper in my underwear to stop the bleeding. At that point I resigned myself to the fact that I would never find what I truly wanted.
I threw myself into work. I worked long hours, and I did more than my share. It paid off, as my boss noticed, and promoted me to a higher position. I was climbing the corporate ladder.
Apart from work I swam three times a week to keep myself in shape. I wasn't particularly muscular, and I was always a bit on the thin side. With my average height, brown hair and eyes, and a nondescript face, I was never ever a hot commodity.
I also became adept at the surreptitious glance, checking out all the guys in the locker room. I was never comfortable with my body, and kept my own nudity to the absolute minimum. And I looked enviously at the guys who paraded around nude, with impressive cocks dangling, totally oblivious to the glances that I stole. Many of them had starring roles in my nightly jerk off sessions, where I was humiliated, tied up and forced to service a stream of men.
I wasn't a hermit, I did go out with friends. I had a couple of fuck buddies who would meet me for an occasional evening of fun. I also went occasionally to a gay bathhouse, where I allowed the occasional guy to fuck me. And a couple of times I even surprised myself, and fucked someone. My life was uneventful and staid.
And that was when Daniel came into my life. Daniel. Short, chubby, hairy, with an aura of self confidence, and devil may care attitude that I found almost irresistible. But his chief renown, as I came to learn, was that he existed in a state of permanent readiness that would have enabled him to drill holes in a concrete wall at crotch level.
My downfall began one Thursday afternoon. It had been an intense week, handling problem after problem. I had worked long hours every day, and most nights I was too tired to even jerk off. So now that things has quieted down it seemed almost boring. I guess it was this feeling of boredom that caused me to check a gay dating app on my phone.
To my surprise, it showed someone only a few meters away from me. Could it be that someone else in the company was gay? My mind began going over possibilities as I began typing a message to send. But before I had written more than a word or two I got a message.
"Hey," it said, "I see we're close. Could it be that we work in the same company?"
"I don't think so," I replied. "As far as I know there aren't any other gay guys here."
We quickly established that we were on different floors (me on the tenth, he on the fourteenth), and after a bit of back and forth the anonymous guy suggested a meeting in the lobby.
I don't know why I agreed. Maybe it was the need to let off steam after a tough week. Maybe I was just plain horny. A few minutes later, heart pounding, I was standing in a corner of the lobby, trying not to look conspicuous. I felt as if everyone knew what I was up to.
The elevator doors opened, a short guy came out. He was quite handsome, with an air of self confidence. The top buttons of his shirt were undone, revealing a hairy chest. He was bald, with a beard, a combination that usually seemed ridiculous to me, but made him look very masculine. All in all he seemed to exude masculinity and sex appeal. He scanned the lobby, his gaze passed over me. Then he looked at me again and came over.
"Hi. I'm Daniel," he said.
"Er...S-Simon," I answered nervously.
His eyes were very dark, and he had a very knowing look. When he smiled I saw that his one front tooth had a ragged edge. This tiny imperfection made him seem even more sexy.
"So. You gonna suck my cock?" He asked.
"I-er ..." I said kind of feebly.
He took this as a yes.
"Where can we do it?" He glanced around the lobby as he asked. "Maybe there?" Pointing towards the toilets.
"I've- I never-" my heart was pounding and I felt kind of scared.
"Relax," he said, "I'm not going to hurt you. All I want is some head. Come. Follow me."
He turned,walked across the lobby and into the toilets. After a few seconds I followed him.
The toilet was reasonably clean, with a smell of air freshener. The light was kind of muted. A row of urinals on the left and a row of closed doors opposite the urinal. I open the first door and saw an empty cubicle. The next door as well. The third door was the handicapped stall. Daniel was standing in front of the toilet, pants down,back to the door. I came in, locking the door behind me. When I turned to face Daniel he was standing looking at me, stroking his erect cock. He put his hand out and grabbed the nape of my neck, pulling me down.
Obediently, I knelt and looked at Daniel's cock. It was quite long and thick. I took the head into my mouth, and Daniel let out a sigh of contentment. I began to suck Daniel's cock, and he kept up a running commentary as I did.
"Oh. Oh yes. Good boy. Take it. That's right. Yes. Good. All the way. Oh yeah."
Every time I went down on his cock he pushed my head, making me take it further into my throat. Then he grabbed the back of my head and pulled it towards him till his cock was in my mouth to the hilt, and my face was mashed against his pelvis. He held my head there, not moving. His cock filled my throat, making it difficult to breathe , and I tried to pull away. But he hit me on the back of my head so I stopped. After a minute or two I was choking and gagging, and I couldn't breathe. I began struggling in earnest, and he held me there for a few seconds more, before releasing me.
I pulled my head back, panting. Daniel gave me a minute to rest, then grabbed my head and pulled it back to his cock. This time I was more prepared, and I opened my throat to allow his cock in. Daniel fucked my face for a few minutes, and then with no warning he plunged it deep into my mouth, and I felt his semen spurting as he came in my throat. He held my head tight, and I couldn't get away, so I almost choked on his cum as it went into my throat.
Without relinquishing his hold he resumed fucking my face. What the hell? I thought we were finished. But here he was, pumping away as if he hadn't just had an orgasm. As the minutes passed he fucked my face hard and fast. It was getting difficult to accommodate his cock, I was beginning to gag when he came a second time, his cock buried in my mouth, his pubic hair squashed against my upper lip. He held me there while I struggled to draw breath, and then resumed fucking. This time he went slower, but my lips and mouth were getting tired from the constant battering.
"Harder. Suck harder," Daniel said, and grabbed my lower jaw, forcing me to tighten my lips around his shaft as he fucked my mouth.
"And watch your teeth," he growled, when I accidentally touched his cock with my teeth.
The third round seemed to go on forever. Daniel was not fucking as hard as he had with the first two orgasms, but he was relentless. How long could I hold out? I wondered. It was difficult to breathe while his cock was battering my throat, and I was constantly on the edge of choking.
Once again he thrust his cock into my mouth and I felt a third load spatter the back of my throat. I lost control and began coughing. Daniel released my head, and I almost toppled over as I coughed uncontrollably. After a couple of minutes I managed to sit up, eyes streaming from my coughing bout.
"I'll go easy on you, seeing as it's the first time," Daniel said.
"That was easy?" I croaked. "You came three times."
Daniel smirked. "My record is six," he boasted. "Clean up and meet me outside."
He pulled up his trousers and exited the stall. I wiped the puddles of drool from the floor, then exited the stall. As I washed my hands I looked at myself in the mirror. My eyes were red and swimming in tears. My nose was running. I looked like someone who has just been brutally fucked, I thought.
Daniel was sitting on a couch in the waiting area of the lobby when I came out of the toilet. He motioned me over. For a brief second I thought of just ignoring him and getting back to my office. But instead I went over and sat next to him.
"You were better than I thought you'd be," he said. "You've got potential as a cocksucker".
I blushed, and looked around to see if anyone was in hearing distance.
"Relax," Daniel said. "Look, all I want is an accommodating throat. Just someone I can meet when I feel like it and get some release."
"I'm not sure-" I began.
"Oh come on. Don't lie. You enjoyed it as much as I did. You're still hard." He gestured down to the bulge that was straining the front of my trousers.
"I don't think so," I replied.
He stood up. "I'll be in touch tomorrow he said, and walked off.
"Hey," I called. And then blushed as a couple of people glanced over at me.
I went back to my office feeling dazed and confused. I threw myself into my work, and tried as hard as I could to stop thinking about what had happened. Later, as I lay alone in bed, playing with my cock and watching porn on my laptop, the image of Daniel standing over me with his erect cock in my face sprang into my mind.
I lay there jerking off and thinking about what had happened. The sensation of gagging on Daniel's cock, the feeling of helplessness as he held my head and fucked my mouth. My orgasm was building, and I tried to delay it by diverting my thoughts to something else. But my mind seized on the one, two, three loads of cum that Daniel had shot into my throat and I lost control. My orgasm seemed more intense than usual, and spurts of cum covered my stomach and chest like baker's glaze.
As I lay in bed, panting and wiping away the larger that usual volume of cum from my stomach and chest I admitted to myself that Daniel had been right about one thing: I had secretly enjoyed it. As I drifted off to sleep I resolved to explore this a bit further.