I had been married for over 10 years, not once had I given a thought to cock, cum, or anything remotely homosexual. I love pussy. I love MY cock. I love putting my cock into pussy. And then life struck.
The company I worked for announced they were folding. In 8 weeks, we would all be out of jobs. As an IT person in charge of all store systems, I was given a month’s salary bonus to stay on until the very end, help close up the stores and finish off the “Going out of business, everything X% OFF!” sales, every day managing the new pricing sent to each store system, and making sure all the sales data came back up.
I had a lot of free time in the office, and the office at that time consisted of me, a hardware tech, and the HR chick. He was Asian, and she was a 60+ lowbred real piece of work. She was fat, ugly, skanky, rotten teeth, and just plain gross, both personality as well as looks. He was a really chill dude, we bonded long before, just kind of hung out during the day, shooting the breeze, easy to get along with. The owners were there on occasion, but spent most of the time on the road, going to the stores, closing them down one by one, saying thanks to lifetime employees, doing what they could at each store to help the employees find new jobs. They were good people, just things had gone sour thanks to 9/11, and it was close the business or lose everything.
The office was, for the most part, just the 3 of us, for those last 8 weeks. About 3 weeks into this arrangement, me and Ken were in the IT room, talking like normal. Nothing special, just plans for future, what interviews we had lined up, if we were moving, etc. Non-work stuff, personal, but not intimate stuff. In walked the HR monstrosity, Anne with an ‘e’, as she always told us, as if the ‘e’ was something special. It’s just a silent ‘e’. God was she insufferable.
Ken had been married before and had a kid. I was married. We talked like most guys talked, “She’s hot!” or “I’d bang her” or “Man, I’m so horned up, wife is ragging”, “haha, I bet your hand is sore!”
just basic locker room talk, nothing directly sexual. That Tuesday, however, was a change I never expected.
The owners had left Monday night to travel to a store 3 states away to close it up that week. They gave me the keys to the building to open and close it every day, as the ranking employee remaining. I arrived 5 minutes before starting time (normally I arrived 15 minutes before, but I got stuck behind a cattle hauler going 50 in a 65, and took side roads, arriving later than normal, but still before opening. HR cunt was waiting, and I could tell she was fuming. Ken is there, trying to avoid looking or interacting with her as much as possible. I get out of my car with the keys, and go to open the door.
“About fucking time! You always slack off? We should have fired you first, you are such a loser.”
“Yeah, I got stuck be…”
“You’re a waste of space. We have work to do, and you don’t even bother showing. No wonder our company failed, people like you can’t do their jobs!”
I had an interview bonus veren siteler today, I wasn’t about to allow this hideous creature ruin this for me. I unlocked the door, we all went to our respective offices.
At 10AM, I had my phone interview, it went well. Lots of good points about the job, lots of things I had experience in, pay was good, but it would require a move. I had a lot of thinking to do. I did some work, checked the upload files, processed them into the mainframe, sent them to the accounting company running the closeout sales. Ok, I had a few hours before the new discounts would come in from the closeout company to process for tomorrow, went to talk to Ken.
“So this job looks promising,” I tell him. “But it requires a move.”
“yeah, I have an interview in Denver next week. Can you cover for me on Monday and Tuesday?”
“Sure, man no problem. Regular report runs?”
“Yeah, nothing special. Need to print the warehouse labels, too, since we laid off Tabitha 2 weeks ago. You remember how to do that?”
“Yeah, follow the fucking manual, eh?” Running joke between us. Literally every step was documented perfectly. The only way to fuck it up was to try and do it by memory. “You run that past the cunt?”
He looked at me darkly. “Fuck that bitch. You should have heard her this morning while we waited for you.”
“Dude, I don’t care. If that were the only woman left on earth, I’d suck cock instead.”
Ken laughed. “Haha! Me, too! A nice throbbing hard cock in my mouth would be better than that thing!”
For some reason, that sentence sounded weird to me. “Nice throbbing hard cock?” Who says that? I give him a curious glance. He doesn’t seem fazed. “Seriously” Ken said, “Wouldn’t you rather go down on a nice cock than have sex with that evil thing?”
“Touche! Yeah, I guess you got a point! I’d turn gay if that were my only option!” We laughed.
We went about our normal days, went home. Next morning comes around, and I’m early. I unlock the door, and about 10 minutes later Ken comes in, we start talking in my office. A couple of minutes later, here comes the bitch, purpose in mind, and she looks pissed off.
“What are lazy fuckers doing? Don’t you have work to do? I’m calling the owners, you guys just sit around and talk and do nothing! And now I lost my job because of it!” She storms off. About 20 minutes later, we hear her car peel off in the parking lot and leave.
My phone rings. It’s one of the owners.
“You OK?” he asks.
“Yeah, why, what’s up?”
“Well, HR chick just called, said you guys were not working, and weren’t doing anything..”
“We were just chat…”
“Don’t interrupt me! I know. I have faith in you guys. You always got your shit done. I sent her home. She’s done. I need you and Ken to cut off her access so she can’t get into anything. And hold down the fort until we get back on Friday. Can you handle that?”
“Got it, boss, we got you covered.”
“Thanks, see you in 3 days.”
I head over to the IT room where Ken works, bedava bahis tell him what’s up. We go straight into work mode. We close out all her accounts, her dial-up access, her network credentials, etc. We download and archive her E-mails. We change the door lock on her office. It’s now approaching noon. We have our own work to do! We bust ass for another 2 hours getting all the previous days data processed, reports generated and shipped out. We have 3 hours to kill until the new pricing comes down.
“Well, since we are the only ones here…” Ken says and pulls out a joint. I haven’t had pot for a good 5-6 years, and tell him that. Plus, we’re in charge of the building.
“That’s fine, we’ll go out back. Lock up the front.” I proceed to lock up the front doors, and we sneak out the back entrance behind the office. Ken lights it up, takes a big hit, and passes it. I rip it, cough A LOT. He laughs. “Take ‘er easy, tiger!” I take a smaller hit this time, we pass it back and forth, finish it off. It’s a nice blend, and I’m totally relaxed, but a bit high and giddy, too. We head back in, and hang out in the IT room.
We start laughing about the raving cunt, and in an effort to relive the previous day, I blurt out, “I’d rather have a nice throbbing hard cock in my mouth than be with that thing!” And giggle a bit. Ken giggles, and says, “Yeah, man, you should!”
“I’d suck that thing dry! Bros before hoes! Haha!”
Ken laughs, “You sound experienced! Ha! You ever suck one dry?”
“No, man, you?”
“Yeah, a couple of times. Wasn’t as bad as you’d expect.”
“Wait, what???? You serious?” I still think it’s a lark.
“No seriously, it’s not that bad.”
“But you were married! You have a kid!”
“That doesn’t mean anything!”
The pot is hitting hard now. “What’s it feel like Ken? Isn’t it weird?”
“Not really. I mean, you have a dick, I have a dick, you know how it works pretty well at this point, right?”
“Well, yah, but…”
“But what? Would you rather jack it or get a BJ?”
“BJ”
“There you go,” Ken states, as if that solved everything. “Have you ever thought about another guys cock?”
“NO!” I lied.
“Really, never? Never seen a porno, and considered it?”
“Well, I guess, but, that’s just porno!” I retorted.
“Doesn’t have to be.” And Ken left it at that.
It took me a few seconds in my pot-induced haze to figure out what he was saying. I look at his face. He is staring right at me. I look at his crotch. I stare for a few seconds at it. I look back at his face, and he is wearing Cheshire cat grin on his face. “I take that as a yes” he says, matter of factly. He stands up, and approaches me. We are close, but offset by about a foot, so we aren’t face to face.. I look down at his crotch, cannot look him in the face. I feel his right hand reach out and grab my cock through my pants. I immediately copy the movement.
I am holding another man’s penis in my hand. I start rubbing and pulling and feel him getting hard. He does the same to me, and we deneme bonus both are getting hard. I can’t keep my eyes off his pants, my hand, and his growing cock.
“Take it out” I hear a whisper, as if in a dream. My left hand reaches out, and both hands unbutton and unzip his pants. They fall slightly. I see his cock straining against his underwear, and reach out both hands to his hips and drop both underwear and pants to the floor. I am slightly bent over, and there is a hard cock just inches from my face. I am half disgusted and half aroused. He steps out of his pants, and I hear,
“Suck it”
I drop to my knees. There is a man’s cock right there, I either go for it or bail. Now or never. Choose. I hesitate. This is weird. I’ve never done anything like this. I’ve never really even considered it. He pushes his pelvis forward a bit, his cock gets closer.
“Oh just do it!” my inner mind screams at me. In one movement I grab the base of his cock with my right hand, and guide the head into my mouth. I engulf as much as I can into my mouth, and reach my hand with my mouth. I use my tongue to feel this hard thing, and am surprised at how silky smooth it is for being so rock hard.
“Oh, god, yesss!” I hear above me. I start bobbing my head up and down Ken’s shaft. I move my hand off the base of his shaft and start bobbing further down, and he starts pumping up at my mouth. I gag a bit, and realize I can’t take that much in.
I return my hand to his shaft and start pumping his cock while I suck, timing my hand strokes up with my head strokes down, so I never take more than 3-4 inches of his cock in my mouth at any time. I feel him start to lean back, and he seems off balance. Finally, I feel his head on the back of my head, and he guides me down as he sits in his work chair, making sure my mouth never leaves his cock while he sits down. His hand never leaves the back of my head, and we get in a rhythm of my head, my hand, and his pelvic thrusts and head pushing so that we are all in synch. The feeling of complete tandem with another human is amazing. Our actions are in complete harmony, we are of one mind and one goal. The feeling is overwhelming, I have never had this sort of unequivocal agreement in how to sex before. We both just feel it and follow it. His thrusts intensify, but his hands are also showing me the rhythm, so it works perfectly.
Suddenly, he stops pumping and his hands tense up on my head, but I keep bobbing my head on his head, and stroking my hand on his shaft. Wow, is my mouth wet! I hear an “Oh yess!!!” and my mouth gets wet again. I swallow. It’s then that I taste it. He is coming in my mouth!!!! Holy shit, I just made a guy come! My mouth gets wet again, and this time, I suck it and savor it, and start making my own sounds, “MMMM, mmmmm, MMMMM” as I continue to pump him and get every drop out as if I haven’t eaten in days. Finally, he uses his hands to pull me off his cock. I keep staring at it, stroking it, hoping for more.
He says, “Wow, was that really your first time sucking a cock?”
I finally look up. “Yeah, did I do OK?”
Ken smiles. “A natural! I haven’t cum that hard in years!”
I smiled as I sat back. “It’s only Tuesday, owners don’t get back until Friday”
Ken grinned. “Work sucks, eh?”
“It definitely will the next two days.”