Thursday, October 29, 2009

Blow Job Day ends with a....


I was pretty content with my twink when I received this email from this twink with a hot bod.  He's 23, 5'10, 150, dark hair, dark eyes and super sexy, hairy chest.  He sends a pic and he's cute but has this smile that made me melt.  I had to have this punk in a bad way and see that sexy as grin as I am inhaling his meat.  We emailed and texted each other for abit.  We met up about 8ish at my office, which is pretty late for me to be hooking up at work.  Since the cleaning people had been there already, I take him into my conference room and have him look out at the view.  I get up close to him and start feeling him up.  He's super sexy and I can't really control myself. He undoes his buttons and he's commando.  Hot.  I go over and grab his cock in my hand, it's nice, he claims he's 7 but I think he's smaller than that (and the pic backs my assessment up) but it doesn't matter.  I couldn't get enough of his cock.  I was sucking the shit out of his dick.  Playing with the head, the shaft, deep throating, sucking his balls, licking the taint, inhaling the smell of his pubes.  It's hard to attack a cock, beat off and look up at his sexy chest and smile but somehow I managed to do it until I felt his cock getting harder and expanding in my mouth.  He wanted me to swallow and I was ready to say yes.  Instead, he pulled out and shot his load all over my chest, then reached down and grabbed mine and I shot my load on his arm, chest and leg.  He could tell I was totally into him so he hung around and talked about my job.  Then all the fucking things, he asks me if I could get him a job at my work.  As hot as it would be to fuck around with this hot ass all the time, the last thing I need is a sexual harrassment complaint against me.  I said I'd see.  Too bad he to ruin it.  I want him again but don't need the trouble.  Once again, the after messing around chit chat screws things up.

4 comments:

  1. Sounds like a lot of fun - but you are definitely right about the chit chat after screwing around. Sometimes it totally ruins things...

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  2. Push him out of the way, Windy City!

    I need a real job (seriously) and I would actually work!! (No naughtiness, obviously....I'm strictly all business).

    No wonder I can't find work. I've been doing the interviews all wrong and after reading this post I might need to show some skin!

    -Dean

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  3. It wasn't an interview. That's the part that was fucked up. You mess around in the conference room, blow your load on my chest, get mine all over the place and think that this might be a good working environment. Drama....

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