This is my second story (my other one's called Barbershop Boy). I hope you guys like it; it's always been a fantasy of mine. None of this has really happened (at least not to me, at least not yet), but who cares, as long as it's HOT, right?
If you like it, please let me know. Randyboy26@hotmail.com
DESKJOB - By Randyboy
It's funny: I was completely ambivalent about going to work that day. It was early May, and spring always distracts my mind from the mundane tasks of the office. Those beautiful first sunny days always make me want to wander aimlessly about outside, enjoying my first opportunity of the season to check out the college boys in their shorts and t-shirts. I had to drag myself to the dull office tower, and as it was I got there about 15 minutes late.
I knew something was up right away. People seemed to be scurrying about even more than normal; little groups were forming, people were pointing in different directions and looking unusually concerned. I went up to Greg, the closest thing to a friend I had at the office, and asked him what was going on.
"Oh, Jack, hi. Some messenger kid seems to have walked out of here with Sheila's purse," Greg said. "She says it was sitting on her desk when she went to the ladies' room, and when she came back it was gone. The only one here was the messenger."
"Did anyone see him leave?" I asked.
"That's just it. Gardner signed for the package and then turned his back on the kid. No one can remember seeing him since then."
So everyone was looking around for the kid, but I was sure that by now he was long gone. It seemed to me that if the messenger DID steal the purse, he'd have to find a new courier job ASAP. Anyway, since none of this really concerned me directly, I decided to get to work (by now it was already 9:30).
I sat down at my desk, and my feet kicked something large and solid underneath. I slid my chair back to take a look, and I saw a pair of dirty sneakers connected to the bottom half of some ratty khakis. My heart stopped. Shit, I thought. This is the little bandit, the thieving fiend, under my desk! Ha! I bent down--cautiously--so I could see his face, and my gaze was met by two of the biggest, brownest, and wettest eyes I'd ever seen. The kid was crying. He looked really scared, which, to be honest, was very sexy on him. He had shaggy black hair and big, trembling lips, with which he mouthed the word, "Please," over and over. He looked about 18, and adorable in his white t-shirt and khakis.
I gently put my hand on his shoulder to reassure him, and then pulled my chair back in. I quickly scribbled a note that said: "Did you take the purse?" and handed it to the boy, along with a pen. I could hear him sniffle as he wrote his answer and handed it back to me.
"Yes, sorry, I'll give it back," it said.
Well then, I thought, he IS guilty, but repentant. At least SOMEthing interesting was happening today, and I was planning on doing my best to make it even more interesting. Confident that I could get the purse back to Shiela, I decided to help the boy escape--but not just yet. I wrote another note: "You want my help?" and handed it to him.
He sent it back. "Please." You have to understand that "Please" is one of my favorite words coming from a beautiful sexy young boy like this, and my dick got hard just looking at the letters on the paper. I knew he was desperate, and frankly so was I. After all, I'm a 35 year old businessman with little opportunity for semi-public, impromptu sex with sweet young messenger boys, and this might be a once-in-a-lifetime chance! I had to take it.
I pulled my chair right up close to my desk, and reached under to undo my belt. This kid obviously had experience (I think a lot of those biker boys are very streetwise), because he moved his young face into my crotch; I could feel his hot sweet breath through the summer wool of my suit, and it drove me crazy! I put my hands on either side of his head, feeling his soft hair in my fingers and roughly rubbing the back of his neck.
It was quite a turn-on to look up and see all of my colleagues going about their business, while I was getting down to mine! This boy was going to work--he knew his future depended upon it--chewing the fabric and trying to get at the zipper with his teeth. I decided to help the kid out and undid the zipper; I wanted him in there even more than he wanted to get there! My 8-inch cock was rock hard, and really straining in my white cotton briefs, this young dude was getting pretty busy with his spit, licking at the outline of my prick with his hot tongue until the cotton was soaked through.
My dick was oozing precum, and he was using his tongue to squeeze more out of the head of my cock so he could suck it through my jockeys. His hands, meanwhile, were going to work on my balls and the sensations were driving me wild!
I decided I'd better try and look busy while this kid's face was buried in my lap. I was absently typing on my computer screen so no one would suspect anything, but I wanted to SCREAM with pleasure. The kid was really getting me hot. He was not beginning to apply presure to my dick with his tongue and chin, really rubbing my shaft with his face while I continued my glazed staring at my computer screen. It was all I could do not to moan as I got closer and closer to cumming. He was trying harder and harder to get me off, and it was working... I put my hands back under the desk so I could hold his hot young face on my throbbing meat, pushing his head into my crotch and letting my hips buck up against his mouth and chin. I could feel that I was going to shoot... the whole office started to go white before my eyes, everything was a blur as I neared my orgasm... I could feel the cum getting closer, my balls were tightening and the amazing sensations were making me crazy... i was breathing faster and the kid's hot breath was pushing me over the edge... I started to cum, the thick creamy jizz streaming out of my piss hole into my jockeys, the kid sucking the sticky liquid through the wet cotton, hungrily...
"Jack--do you need these?" I was jolted by Shiela standing at my desk--I hadn't even seen her approach. I paused and recovered some of my composure, but my cock was still throbbing under the desk, the cum flowing out in spurt after spurt while I said:
"Um...yes. Yes, thanks, um...Sh--Shiela."
She dropped the spreadsheets on my desk and walked away--she had no idea that I had been gushing cum into a hot teen's face under my desk! By now my orgasm had subsided, but the kid was just getting started. He pulled my dick out of my shorts and licked it totally clean, lapping the milky juice from my pole, his soft tongue rolling gently around the head while I regained my previous state of bliss. Work should always be like this!
This was one hot, cute boy who knew how to work on a man's dick. he knew what I wanted, and knew he'd have to trade it for his freedom. My cock stayed soft for a while, but he waited patiently, keeping it in his luscious mouth all the time. It was so great to be sitting at my desk at work, with this young stud holding my prick between his soft warm lips. When I did get hard again, he proved that he could really suck. He took my whole thick cock all the way down his teen throat; I could feel his neck tense up as it was filled up by my manmeat. As he bobbed his cute head up and down on my tool, he worked his tongue around the head and up and down the length of my shaft. It was torture not to be able to encourage the boy with some hot talk, or even a little moaning, but I had to keep silent while he brought on my second orgasm. I wanted to cum in this hot boy's mouth, to give him a big hot creamy load that he could swallow and taste, that he could savor and enjoy (it would be a while before he'd get any other food, after all!). I knew he wanted more of my sweet spunk, and soon I let him have it. Man, I blew an even bigger load the second time--I felt like I kept cumming forever, jets of the stuff spraying his throat and tongue and he took it all.
The boy had to stay there all day in order to escape unseen. When everyone else had left, I told him the coast was clear, and he took off down the back stairs. He left me Shiela's purse, and another note: "Jack (?) You're one hot fucking dude. Call me so we can fuck around some more. And thanks... Randy."
Maybe my desk job does have a few hidden benefits.