I cracked open the door, surprised that it was unlocked even though he’d told me it would be. I listened, but heard nothing beyond the low hum of an unseen printer. He’d told me to come right in, but I didn’t do this often—especially not at someone’s office.
I took a deep breath and thought to myself, Nobody’s here, it’s the middle of the weekend. It will be fine. I mustered the courage to push the door fully ajar and enter. It was a generic office, a reception area that could have been anywhere. I couldn’t pause, couldn’t stop to think or I’d lose my nerve. So I walked, heading to the right as I was instructed.
Turning round the corner from the hallway, I jumped and gasped a bit. He was sitting there, stripped down in an office chair with his bloated tube of flesh resting comfortably on his thigh. He didn’t make a sound, or even drop the porn mag low enough to let our eyes meeting. He simply sat there, and the next command was clear enough without words.
I started to asked, “Should we go…” before he interrupted me.
“Don’t speak. You’re not here to talk; you’re here to serve,” he said firmly.
Kneeling at his feet, I marveled at his beautiful cock. It looked even bigger than in his photo. Wanting to feel it in my fingers, I reached out my hand, but he slapped it away and barked, “No hands, just your mouth.”
I paused for a moment, angry that he’d treat me like this but no less intent on blowing him. I awkwardly slid my tongue under his shaft and pulled the cock down off his thigh. Swinging down toward me, I managed to wrap my lips around him.
He groaned slightly, but remained stoic.
I struggled to take more of him in my mouth, but blood began rushing to his cock. For every inch that slid past my lips, he grew an inch longer. My jaw strained to open wide enough for his thickening member, and he simply chuckled at my struggle from behind his magazine.
Once I finally managed to stuff the impressive length down my throat, I started to adjust. With every time I pulled back until his bulbous head rested between my lips, it felt easier to take it back down.
The man’s apathetic posture was cracking, but only a little. His legs were tensed from the overwhelming sensation and his hands had lost their reserved steadiness. The moans were more frequent, and certainly more intense, but he never looked at me from behind the porn mag.
Even as he was coming close, that wall between us remained like his own little glory hole.
The eruption in my mouth was unlike any I’d ever felt before. The opening volley was overwhelming, an endless stream of oddly-sweet cum quickly filled my mouth. I struggled to swallow, feeling relieved when the stream stopped, but it was only a pause. The second spurt of cum was nearly as large as the first, and it began oozing between his cock and my lips. It went on and on, forcing me to swallow more from this one man than I’d been fed by a dozen normal guys.
There was no abrupt stop, more of a slow decline as each spurt got smaller than the last until it became a persistent leak straight down my throat. Glancing upward, I hadn’t even realized the man had tossed his magazine aside.
When my eyes focused on his face, I gasped around the still-bloated manhood between my lips. Mr. Larson, my best friend’s dad, was grinning down at me. He ruffled my hair and said, “Good job, Chris. To think I’ve had a grade-A cocksucker sleeping over at my house all these years.”
The hand ruffling my hair held me in place as I tried to pull back. He chuckled, “Now, now, Chris. You had better get used to having me in your mouth, it’s going to be in there a lot from now on.” Looking down at my smooth ass, he licked his lips and said, “Not to mention the other end. That ass looks sweet enough to eat.”
I’d spent the better part of the last decade lusting after this man. It seemed like a dream, but I had a feeling it was going to be more of a nightmare.