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Back in 2008, just before Labor Day I was terminated after being found on my knees sucking off a sexy maintenance guy. His ferocious erection pointed out of his blue overalls as I salivated over his shaft. With one hand on his balls and the other on my own hard on, I could do little to hide my dereliction of duty when the boss walked in. He was a lay preacher, not the forgiving type, so I quickly went from blow job to no job.
I was glad to find new employment, doubly so when between the job offer and starting work the financial world began unravelling. I had been content in my old job, coordinating projects in a firm of architects, whereas my new role seemed a rather less satisfying office administration position in a modest family company. But beggars (or in my case cocksuckers) can't be choosers.
After two days I would have thrown in the towel had the labor market not just turned sour. Then on the third day, mid-morning, my new boss called me into his office.
Joseph founded the firm, which makes timber frames for the construction industry, twenty years or so previous. At fifty (or thereabouts) he was old enough to be my father, and as I learned later, married with four children. He was calm, authoritative, and carrying a little extra weight on his solid six foot frame. Add a beard and thinning grey hair, and a well pressed grey suit, and you had the epitome of respectability.
My new employer looked very serious. He told me to stand. I could see that my job application form was on his desk.
Joseph spoke up, "Jason, your testimonial from your last employer finally arrived. I thought it a bit odd. Considering you were there for four years it seemed a bit on the short side. A bit cryptic. Maybe there was something they didn't want to put in writing. So I gave them a ring."
My heart started to pound. This was bad news.
"They told me what happened to cause your dismissal, although they didn't give me all the details," he continued.
I went pale as I prepared myself mentally for the pink slip that must now be inevitable.
Joseph walked over to the door locked and it.
"I wonder if you could show me exactly what you were doing," he added, clutching his package for emphasis.
He returned to his chair and caressed his growing bulge. I wasn't really attracted to him, most of my encounters (apart from a few furtive teenage fumbles in the restrooms at the local mall) had been with guys of a similar age to mine, but under the circumstances I felt I had little choice. I felt paralysed by indecision. But when it comes down to it a firm thick cock is hard to resist.
I walked round to his side of the desk. He slid back in his chair, legs splayed, and took my hand in his guiding it to the mound tenting the front of his pants. I caressed it gently, stroked it firmly and massaged it roughly before teasingly lowering the zipper. My hand slipped inside the gap. I could feel the fabric of his fresh cotton boxer shorts and the heat radiating from his raging hard-on.
I undid his pants, extracting his manhood from its hiding place. I could feel his weighty balls, and the lush wiry bush from which his sizeable manhood sprang. As expected it was cut, with a prominent shiny purplish head. I flicked my tongue across it and he sighed quietly.
I got to work, devouring every inch of it, my master's hands on my head gently guiding me to take him all the way.
And then his cellphone rang.
Joseph fished it out of his jacket pocket and answered, in a hearty booming voice. It was a customer. Assuming that this would take precedence I halted my homage to his crowning glory.
He put his hand over the receiver and whispered "keep going."
As my lips returned to consume his rod I was vaguely aware that Joseph's selling skills were working their magic. I could feel his hips rocking gently in sync with my mouth on his cock.
After a few minutes Joseph ended the call expressing the need to get some important business done, focusing his gaze on me firmly as he said it.
He raised himself in the chair, removed his jacket and slipped off his bright red suspenders. He pushed his pants and shorts down around his calves and began unbuttoning his crisp white shirt. He guided my hand through the forest of hairs on his chest until they reached his nipples. I used the increased access to suck his balls, lick his thighs and let my tongue explore that special spot beneath his balls while my fingers tweaked and twisted my beary boss's teats. I could still detect hints of the soap from his morning shower - something citrussy, but the powerful aroma of a man in heat prevailed.
I felt secure wedged between his thick thighs as my new protector looked down on me, the taste of his pre-cum becoming more pronounced as I continued to conjure up untold pleasure for him.
His thighs flexed, I sensed that the eruption was imminent. He put a hand over his mouth in an attempt to stifle the moan, and then the flood commenced. Luckily I'd had plenty of practice over the previous decade and I swallowed everything he had to give me. Every man has his own unique taste - Joseph's was slightly bitter.
"That was most satisfying," grinned Joseph.
I reluctantly tucked away my impatient erection, struggling to fold it back inside my pants, disappointed the encounter had concluded without me having the opportunity to climax. Still I had enjoyed dispensing so much pleasure, and it looked like I still had a job - one that might have a few previously unanticipated fringe benefits.
Sensing that there remained unfinished business, my cum fountain, asked if I could stay behind that evening to help him with a 'special project.' He looked at me expectantly, I nodded enthusiastically.
"Of course" I replied.
"One more thing, can you pop down to the drug store and get some trojans and lube for me at lunchtime?"
"Will do boss" I eagerly responded.
The hardest part of the day was trying to hide my erection - literally the hardest part!
Returned from my trip to CVS with vital supplies, I sat at my desk trying to concentrate. I wondered what Joseph expected of me, did he do this often? Did anyone in the company know about his secret passions? Would this be a flash in the pan, or the start of a longer term adventure.
I tried to remember the last time I'd wanted to mate with a man of Joseph's age. It must have been a decade ago in my sophomore year at college. I remember sitting through a semester of civil law lectures with Professor Dabrowski, taking in very little of what he said, but observing every curve, every fine detail of his lean body. It had been difficult to pin down exactly why he fascinated me so, but his animal magnetism was undeniable. Sadly he disappeared from my life when he got dismissed for sleeping with a student. I was doubly disappointed, firstly it hadn't been me, and secondly the student was female.
Other than a few fleeting stirrings in my loins when I encountered the janitor of my apartment block - sweaty and shirtless - my interest in more mature lovers had been cursory. But having tried the goods I was sold on Joseph. After the morning's test ride I needed more. He seemed confident, in command, but relaxed. I've hooked up with a few married men in my time and they often seemed nervous and uncertain - no such doubts with Joseph, with him I felt secure and appreciated.
My productivity hit an all time low as I continued to mull over the morning's events and speculate on the sequel that was still to come. Finally the office emptied, a mass exodus at 5pm, and then the last of my new colleague's left half an hour later.
However by then the office cleaners had arrived, so I sat with Joseph in his office awaiting their departure.
We talked about sex, discretely massaging our cocks through our pants while waiting for the cleaners to finish. Joseph was clearly fascinated by my sexual history.
"You've been a busy young man, haven't you? You certainly know your way around a cock. Can't keep your hands off them can you?"
"No, sir," I replied.
"I'm not your boss now, you can call me Joe," he said, gesturing to the clock on the wall.
"Yours is positively majestic; I can't wait to taste it again Joe," I said trying out his familiar name for the first time.
"Are you 100% gay?" he asked.
He was comfortable using the G-word, that's a good sign, I thought.
"I dabbled a little in college, enough to know I'd rather be inside an ass than a pussy"
"So you top then?"
"I'm versatile, what I like most is to give my man pleasure. If he wants to be fucked I will, but if his greatest desire is to feel me pounding his hole then count me in. Either way I'll doit and get off on it."
Joe promised me that I would soon be bent over his desk with his big cock up my ass. Needless to say I assured him that I couldn't wait to feel his steely baton pushing deep inside me.
I wanted to know about him. "You're married, do you do this often?" I asked, hoping it didn't sound like an interrogation.
"My wife and I both pursue our 'outside interests', we stay together because what we've got at the moment works for both of us." He even used air quotes when he said 'outside interests.'
I told him I felt privileged to be his 'outside interest'. I wanted to ask more but we could see the cleaners finally leaving.
Joe stood over me (I'm only 5' 8") and kissed me forcefully. I felt his tongue exploring my mouth in a vigorous fashion, his lips firmly clamped to mine. His left hand clamped onto the back of my neck while his right one went straight for the swelling in my pants. He unzipped me and clasped it firmly with his solid masculine hand.
He kissed me passionately, like an amorous teenager after three months in solitary. With one hand on his back, I let the other move to his shirt, my fingers nimbly unbuttoning so I could once again tease his sensual tits.
Our mouths disengaged briefly.
"Keep playing with those tits baby, god I love that," he encouraged.
Our embrace resumed and I let my free hand slide down Joe's back so It could knead his meaty backside.
When we next came up for air Joe whispered "I want to pleasure you," and sank to the floor.
Suddenly I felt the warm wet cavern of Joe's mouth envelop my rigid rod. As Joe worked on my seven inch missile I quickly concluded that his experience in the noble art of milking young men was extensive. I looked down on his head bobbing away as he greedily gorged on my shaft.
After a while he stood up again and resumed kissing me. He started fiddling with the fastenings on his pants and they soon dropped to the floor. My hand slipped inside his boxers.
"I want to see you naked" he murmured
"And I want you to fuck me still wearing your suit" I responded.
He stepped back to watch me slowly and seductively undress for him. He stared lustfully as I revealed my athletic body, almost hairless chest, a single tattoo on my right arm, tight turquoise lyrcra briefs, and hairy legs. I let Joe complete the process, sliding my briefs down my legs to give him the complete view. I stood there aroused to be so fervently desired. My one man fan club stood, pants around his ankles, stroking his cock, admiring his new devotee.
Joe cleared the desk, tidily removing some files, the telephone and a family picture - no dramatic sweep of everything onto the floor like in the movies. He picked me up, it felt thrilling to be wrapped up in his manly embrace. He plonked me down on the desk, and dipped towards me. Our mouths locked once more, and I felt a cool icy sensation as a lubed up finger commenced playing with my hole. It slipped in easily (my hole has been well used), soon to be followed by a second.
"I'm going to give you the fuck of your life, I'm gonna pound that ass of yours, I'm gonna own you baby," he growled quietly
"Please yes Joe, take me," I pleaded.
He stood over the desk, pulled my hips up and pressed the head of his lubed-up cock against my hole. With one forceful assertive thrust he was inside me. His thick shaft conquered my passage rubbing against my prostate and sending me into rapturous spasms. His hips rocked gently as he possessed my ass. He chose the path of a long slow sensuous fuck, euphoria overwhelmed me.
Then he did something that elevated me to an even higher plain of pleasure. He found my own personal g-spot. As his hands grabbed hold of my ankles I felt his tongue brush the sole of my foot. I cried out with pleasure, and sensing he'd found another way to press my buttons his tongue began to wash my foot, sweeping across the sole, probing crevices between my toes. By the time he'd sucked each and every one of my toes I was whimpering frenziedly.
I hadn't had a fuck this good since... I tried to complete the sentence, but couldn't, this was simply the best fuck of my life.
"Joe, just keep doing that to me," I begged.
And he did. And serenity came to me as he continued to play me like a virtuoso. I ran my hands over his sweaty torso as it towered over me, zeroing in on his nipples - pinching and plucking, teasing and twisting.
As dusk approached we inexorably moved towards climax.
"I'm gonna blow," he cried out.
I grabbed my own stiff dick and stroked it furiously as Joe grunted wildly. His hips jolted, his body convulsed as his baby swimmers left his balls. My body responded in kind, and jets of hot white semen shot over my left shoulder. I hadn't come that violently since college days.
Exhausted, I watched Joe, still breathing heavily disengage. He lay down on the floor.
"Fuck, that was out of this world."
Savouring the compliment, and agreeing with the sentiment I climbed down and joined Joe on the floor. He held me tight as I licked sweat off his body and he scraped up threads of cum from my chest and tasted them. We rested on the floor overpowered by the intimacy we had just shared, surrounded by silence. I wanted nothing more than to doze off, safe in the arms of my guardian.
I spoke softly and tenderly: "Joe, that was very special." I stroked his cheek.
"Yes, it was for me too babe. I've never felt so at one with a man"
Getting a little nervous that we might be getting too soppy I joked, "I thought you were going to bend me over your desk and fuck me"
"That's something for you to look forward to next time then."
"I'm glad there's going to be a next time," I replied smiling joyfully.
The twelve years since that epiphany have flashed by. I'm standing here at his retirement do surrounded by his employees and family. Beer, wine, potato chips, and packed plates of finger food cover the desks, balloons and streamers attempt to hide the mundane nature of the office setting. As far as I'm aware only his wife and Bobby know what Joe and I have been up to all that time.
Bobby works for Joe in the assembly plant. He caught us in the act once, Joe's lips locked around my steely boner, but has been very discreet about what he saw. I think Joe gave him a pay rise shortly after!
In those twelve years we've shared some fantastic times; we've even shared some men. I remember the time we went out into the countryside for an outdoor fuck and bumped into a young farm worker, and how, shielded by his tractor, we took it in turns to inseminate him just yards from the highway.
We've undertaken plenty of 'special projects' over the years, and there is a special place in my memories for those conference trips where I went along as Joe's assistant. They were the only times I got to spend the night with Joe, wrapped in his arms, the smell of recent sex cloaking us both. I think it was Minneapolis where he first let me fuck him. I cautiously possessed him, slowly and gently pushing myself into him, aware that he'd not let another man do this since a brief encounter at the drive-in many years before. They'd been two high school kids who'd gone to see the latest hit movie - 'Jaws'.
And 'Jaws' got me thinking about the commercial fair in Chicago that climaxed (in every sense) with us taking turns sucking a jawbreaker of a cock that belonged to one of the stewards in the convention center.
So many happy memories, like the time he produced a mock resume that went into explicit detail about my skills and experience as a bedmate, or the time we visited a sex club and performed for an appreciative audience. Then there was the time we 'accidentally' bumped into each other at a soccer game and made out in the parking lot. I returned to watch the game unaware that a large string of cum still clung to the arm of my shirt - oops!
He's off on a long vacation, a round the world cruise. He's hoping for some premium service with exclusive optional extras from a willing deck hand or two. Meanwhile I will miss his fatherly authority as he buries his cock deep inside me, and his warm and passionate words as he makes me feel like the center of his universe.
But now his eldest son Daniel is taking over, 37 years old and not yet married. Let's hope it's a case of 'like father, like son.'
Hope you enjoyed Jason's story