It's the start of my second week in a big Reprographics studio in Ware. I spend ten hours a day down in the sub-ground level studio with just myself and my boss Michael for company, often we don't see many others come through except the cleaning lady once or twice a day. Today I was cutting my way through reams of paper on the Guillotine and my mind started to drift. Oddly enough I was daydreaming about the happenings of my 'Backseat fun' story, and the obvious result was that my cock started to fill out and harden.
Now Michael is about 50, has short dark hair, a beard and glasses. He's also married and the last person I'd ever think of in a sexual light. Not until I noticed him looking up from his printing and over at my crotch with an odd expression on his face. Noticing that I had seen him he went back to work, and that could have been the end of it, but I made a comment along the lines of 'Sorry, it does that from time to time' and laughed, to which he unexpectedly replied 'That's alright, nothing wrong with a good cock.'
Now I was surprised by this, and covered quickly with a joke, but he brought the subject (somehow) around to admitting that he had sucked his share of cocks, and mentioned that 'I must have had my own share of experimentation at university'. Which admittedly I had. I tentatively admitted as much and I could clearly see his own cock beginning to rise against his trousers, the bulge visible from my angle. After a moment or two of jumbled conversation he came to stand beside me and pressed up close, letting his hand lightly touch my crotch. I took the invitation and did the same to see what he'd do - and with great care he began to run a finger up the length of my shaft.
The next few moments were a blur, but I found myself with my cock in his hand and his in my own, stroking greedily and feeling his hairy balls. After a second I slipped to my knees and licked his shaft before taking it into my mouth and hearing that familiar gasp when someone first takes a deep suck. We stayed like that for some time, me sucking and him running his hands over my back and neck when he suddenly shifted position and pulled my up, pulling my trousers off with serious haste. I thought for a moment that I was going to have to break it to him that I was a top - and didn't want to be fucked, but to my surprise he bent over on the spot and pulled his ass cheeks open - bracing himself against the counter.
"Do my ass!" he breathed and spread himself further.
Now I haven't had many dry entries - a few but not many, but never the less pushed my cock against his crack and to my amazement went in up to the hilt on my first try. He gave out a cry of mixed pain and what I can only describe as a burning NEED to be filled and plunged himself right on me, then started humping himself in and out, all the time jacking his cock. After a few moments he pushed down hard enough to almost topple me from my feet and came hard over his hands and the floor. A few seconds later I came hard in his ass and he wiggled his hips appreciatively and sighed.
Sliding off me as I softened, he winked and told me I could do for lunch while he cleaned up the mess. We didn't mention it again that day, and carried on as normal.
I wonder what tomorrow will be like?
