THE PART TIMER - Written -------------- Christopher Street BBS
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My fingers were aching! I wanted to get my work done and get the hell out of there so bad that I had been sitting behind that goddamn terminal for six hours straight without taking even a break. I had to stop for a couple of minutes or I knew that my fingers would fall off. I got up and walked to the outer office. I sat behind the bosses' desk, put my feet up and picked up an ancient copy of TIME magazine and started to read it. Soon my thoughts wandered. I looked around the dingy old office and thought to myself what a rat-hole it was.
It wasn't the worst job in the world, but certainly not the best. I had taken the job as word processor in order to have some money for drinks when I went out to the Charlie's and the other local bars. I was planning to keep the job until I graduated college and could get a real job, sometimes I hated it so much that I wanted to walk out right then, but I never did. When I first started there, I would go to work every night after school. I would usually work from 7:30 or 8:00 p.m. until the wee hours of the morning. That late at night, I often felt isolated and alone in the dark, silent office. It seemed like the computer and I were the only two entities in the entire world.
The job was menial and didn't take much concentration and often my mind wandered as I typed away. I would sit there late at night thinking about sex. I always fantasized about meeting someone at a bar and bringing them to the dark office late at night and fucking their brains out. Sometimes I sat wondering what it would be like if some gorgeous young hunk suddenly came bursting in from the dark corridor, threw me on the desk and tore off my clothes. I often found myself getting a hardon. I knew, or at least hoped, that none of the other employees would be stopping in that late. One night, when I was extremely horny, I knew that I had to jerk off. I reached down and began to rub the bulge in my pants as I worked. Soon, the work seemed unimportant with respect to my cock. I walked to the outer office and sat at the bosses' desk. I lifted my butt off the chair so that I could lower my pants and underwear. I pulled out my cock which had already grown to its' full eight inches. Slowly, I began to stroke it up and down, up and down, until I was to the point that I could not stop myself. My surroundings and the possibility that someone could walk in at any moment added to the sensation.
I was so horny that I decided to take off all of my clothes. If someone did show up, there would have been no way to deny what was going on, but I didn't care. I was going wild in my own sensations. Just then, I remembered a bottle of Vaseline hand cream that one of the girls kept there for those wintery days. I got it from the draw and lubricated my cock and my hands. With one hand I jerked on my cock very rapidly as I let the index finger of my other hand slide up my asshole. Needless to say, I was in heaven and it wasn't long before I squirted warm, sticky cum all over myself. As the spasms subsided, I laughed because I remembered that I was getting paid $5.05 an hour for this. I rubbed the cum all over my chest so that I could put my clothes back on, which I did. I finished my work and retired for the night. Night after night, the same thing happened, always with that chance of someone walking in and catching me totally nude.
After several months of this, my work load at school had become too much and I could no longer work at night since I had so much homework. I told my boss that I would only be able to work Fridays, Saturdays, and Sundays. He said it was okay with him, as long as the work got done. Suddenly, the job wasn't so much fun anymore. Now, I was working six or seven hours a day, rather than two or three. Often, there were other employees there with me and there was no way I could even think of touching myself. My situation had changed, but my thoughts were the same. Just being in the office caused my cock to throb and my thoughts to turn to those of sex. It was a very frustrating situation.
One day, I think it was a Friday morning, I got to the office and was surprised to find that no one else was there. It was nice to be alone again, but I knew that I still couldn't do anything since people were in and out of the place all day. As I sat there working and daydreaming, I was suddenly aware of another person. I hadn't heard him come in because the printer was making an awful racket and the radio was on pretty loud. When I looked up, I expected to see one of the girls who worked there, but I realized the face was unfamiliar to me. It was a guy, about 23, with blonde hair in a business suit and carrying a clip board. It was unusual to see anyone I didn't know in the office. I said "Can I help you?" and he said "Hi, I'm from Remco copiers and was wondering if you had a few minutes to talk about your copier needs." I explained to him that the boss already owned a copier and I was really not the right person to be talking to since I was only a part-timer.
He was looking directly into my eyes and I felt that he wasn't going to just leave. He started to ask me things about what kind of work I was doing and how long I had been working there. Being a generally friendly guy, I made small talk with him as I worked. He said "Are you very busy or do you have time for a quick blow job?" It took a minute to sink in. When it did, I couldn't believe it. For the first time, I took a good look at him, he was very cute, much more attractive than I had noticed at first. He bent over and kissed my cheek. I stood up and kissed him back, but on his lips. I took him by the hand a led him to the outer office. I explained to him that someone could come along and this probably wasn't a very good idea, even though, as I was talking, I was lowering my pants and jockey shorts. I laid down flat on the bosses' desk and he bent over and started to lick and suck on my cock and balls.
I was so nervous that someone would come along that it made me very excited and horny. He asked me to turn over so that he could spread my cheeks and get at my tight asshole. I turned over and remembered all the times that I had worked on my own asshole with the bottle of Vaseline. I opened the desk drawer and pulled on the bottle. I didn't have to say anything. He took the bottle from me and squirted a large amount of the slimy stuff into my ass. No sooner had he put the bottle down than I felt two of his fingers slip in between my crack. "Ohhhhhh!" With one hand he was driving me crazy while at the same time undoing his suit-pants with the other. I heard the jingle as the buckle of his belt hit the floor along with his trousers. He pulled me back so that my feet were on the floor and I was bent over the desk. Slowly, he pushed the head of his cock into my asshole and then thrust in the rest of his shaft. He reached around in front of me and was pulling on my throbbing cock.
The door burst open and tramping in comes one of the women who works there. She stopped dead in her tracks and her mouth fell open when she saw what was going on. He pulled his cock out of me, but by the time we had stopped, she had turned and walked right back out. Having been caught really turned me on and I felt I was going to cum. I said, "Please put that gorgeous meat back into me!". He asked me if I was sure and then thrust back into me. He picked my legs up in the air and began to bang me like there was no tomorrow while pulling on my cock so hard I thought it would break. I shot the biggest load I had ever shot directly on to the bosses' desk. He took his cock from my ass and I sat in the bosses' chair. He came towards me and fucked my face. He held my head and rammed his cock deep into my throat, I gagged, but he did not stop.
Once again, the door opened and the girl walked in. This time she did not stop, or even look in my direction, but walked straight through to the computer room. At this point, I didn't even care that she was there. He fucked my face harder and harder until he was about to cum. He pulled his cock out and shot a giant wad of cum all over my face. He squirted, it seemed like 10 minutes, he came on my face, my hair and all over me and the bosses' chair. Then, he kissed me square on the lips, slipped his pants back on and was gone. I cleaned myself up as best I could and made my way for the men's room. I combed my hair and got myself back together. I was too embarrassed to go back into the office, so I went home.
The next day was Saturday, when I got to work, the girl who had caught us was already there. I started to explain what had happened. She stopped me and said "He came in here once before you worked here. I was here alone and he tried to sell me a copier too!" She smiled, and I knew the same thing had happened to her and I had to explain no further.
A few hours later, the boss walked in. After a while he came into the computer room and was talking to me.
He said "I wanted to talk to you about a raise.... By the way, do you know what that mess is all over my desk and chair?"
I had forgotten to clean up all of that sticky cum. I said "Gee, I'm awfully sorry, I spilled some 'cream' there yesterday and forgot to clean it up."
I could barely hold my laughter as I walked to the bathroom to get a wet rag......