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If you are under the legal age to read sexually explicit material then do not read any further. This is a recounting of something that happened a few years back, when I was studying at University, living at home. A few salient details have been changed for obvious reasons. If you like this story (or not), feel free to make any comments. But, as always, flames will be ignored.
BOARDROOM MEETING
On afternoon, stressed out with university assignments and exams looming on the horizon, I surf the internet for porn and hook-ups. An older guy hit me up almost immediately and agreed not only to host, but also to pick me up as well. I didn't know what he looked like, except that he had one nice fat cock, but that's really the only important detail to a horny teenager with an itch in his butt! I told him what I was wearing, and he promised he would take me somewhere where he could slide that dick deep and hard like a little slut like I deserved, then he would drop me off at the local library. I told him I couldn't wait - which is true, because my ass was twitching like crazy at the thought of that hard dick sinking inside me. Mmm...
I clean-up and get changed quickly and head out, telling the parents I'm off to the library. I didn't have to wait long before a large landrover drives in front of the park bench I'm perched on. I hop into the car and we're off. I look over at him - older Italian/Mediterranean guy with a bit of a paunch and a nice rug on his chest - but he smiles and looks friendly. More importantly, his shorts can't hide that big bulge pulsating between his thighs.
We're not past the second intersection and his fly is undone, with my hands slowly sliding up and down his rod while his left hand is doing the same to my cock. We make some chit chat, but it's clear our mouths are operating on auto-pilot - our attention focused elsewhere. His roving fingers find my rosebud and presses lightly on it just as the light goes green. He accelerates as his fingers wiggle inside me.
By the time we get close to the carpark of our destination, my shorts are around my thighs and he has two fingers snaking in and out of my hungry, grasping hole. My dick is leaking pre-cum like a faucet and I've got my eyes half closed. He withdraws suddenly and I pull up my shorts reflexively. Just in time - he pulls into the carpark under the security camera and swipes his pass. He smiles at me and pats the crotch of his shorts as the door opens.
"I am going to open that tight bubble ass of yours good." He purrs.
"Can't wait" I reply.
Then he's cruising into the deserted carpark. Prime place to play, I think - plenty of room in the back of the car too! But this is not where Bob is headed - he locks the car and heads towards the lift. We hop in the lift and he presses a button with his free hand - we both have a hand in our pockets to hold down our raging hard-ons.
He takes me into the offices of what appears to be some consulting firm. We walk past reception and he mentions he needs to get something in his room. Bob finds what he's looking for and takes me to the next room - a board room with a big glass table and tinted windows facing out to the surrounding buildings.
He kneels down, taking my shorts with him and engulfs my rock hard cock in one gulp. Fuck that feels good. His fingers quickly find my hole again and soon he's got a good rhythm going: two fingers twisting in my hole as his hot, wet mouth bobs up and down on my dick.
Then it's my turn. Bob stands up, and pushes gently on my shoulders. I suck in his dick with a little less grace - the long hard fucker pokes a few times at my gag reflex (which I had not yet controlled at this age) - but the throbbing veiny spear doesn't need much fluffing any way.
Bob bends me over the table and rubs his dick along my ass cleft, the hard spongy head teasing my hole at the threshold. I moan and rub my hole against the hot stiff manhood. A small pause as the rubber goes on and then the teasing is over. Bob goes slow, but it still hurts a bit as my hole adjusts to the penetration. Still, it's not lot long before I'm moaning away into the glass as Bob grips my hips for leverage as he pounds away at my hole.
Bob pulls me back by the hips, and I see the smear of pre-cum I've left on the table. Bob pushes my head onto it and I lick it up as he renews his relentless assault. Once it's clean, I look up and see the darkness outside the boardroom. I remember thinking that if any one of his colleagues stepped into the office, they could look through the glass walls and see the action in the board room.
Suddenly, Bob pulls out and sits on one of the leather chairs. He's shiny with sweat and his furry chest is heaving, cock waving with each breath like a hypnotic metronome. I walk over to him and straddle him, facing him as I guide his cock back inside me. No words are said as I ride him while he catches his breath. My hard cock slaps on his hairy paunch as I bounce up and down in his lap. I slide my hands through the damp mat of hair on his broad chest as he catches his breath. His hands grip my hips and guide them on him - nice fast, long strokes like an automated human fleshjack.
Then he heaves me up, still impaled on his cock and slides me onto the table, dick picking up speed as he hammers my hole in a race to the finish. My eyes glaze over as the fucking intensifies and I think that's what does it for him. With a grunt, he shoves in deep and jerks on top of me grunting as he shoots into the rubber. Then he pulls out, and collapses back on the chair, condom wrapping his still-hard cock and tip swollen with a heavy white load.
I take off the condom carefully and then, before Bob can say anything, upend the contents all over his chest like pearls scattered in the carpet. He begins to protest, until he watches me lick and suck each droplet of seed off the fur. Indeed, his cock seems to pulse at the sight. I look up at him as I savour the sweat-seasoned load, a salty thick coating for my tongue.
When I'm done, Bob quickly kneels and wraps his lips around my knob again. His mouth is like a vacuum cleaner and he his fingers slip into my well-fucked hole. I lean against the glass boardroom table as he blows me like a starving man. His fingers massage my prostate deftly and it doesn't take long before he extracts a hefty load from my balls. I'm breathing heavily, head swimming, as Bob stands mouth full of my creamy boy-cum. He tilts my head back as he gives me the first (and only) kiss of the afternoon. His mouth totally covers mine, and his tongue pushes my thick creamy load back into my mouth. Then, his tongue massages the creamy mess into my mouth while his fingers fuck my hole.
"Fuck you have an awesome ass." He sighs, breaking off the kiss.
"Thanks." I sigh. "We should do this again."
He pumps his fingers a few more times before reluctantly slipping them out of my hole. "Mmm... definitely."