Date: Tue, 29 Jan 2008 15:55:01 -0800 (PST)
From: lenrbnsn@yahoo.ca
Subject: But I Gave at the office

But I Gave at the Office
By Parkstranger

The same old applies ... if you are underage in your location, and it's
illegal to be reading this, please leave or whatever.

Also, these are letters and words on paper. My words. My story, Yes, but
just letters, words, sentences and paragraphs. I don't much care if you
want to rip it off and claim it as your own - go ahead. To those of you who
have read my submissions in the past -- well I don't know this one just
came to me. So I wrote it!

The phone call ...

We've all been there. Sitting down to eat my meager meal after work one day
the phone rings. I pick it up with my customary improvised macho "Hello."
"Good evening Mr. Collins, I'm calling from the American Society for
Prevention of Cruelty to Animals." "I see, I replied in less than macho
voice already kicking myself for not having the moxy to just tell him to
piss off." He has a smooth, strong voice that sounds a bit older, very
professional and a fairly strong British base to it that has mellowed over
the years he has lived here in the States. He went on to say, "I'm calling
you tonight to seek your support in our ongoing efforts to bring awareness
to the public of this most distressing problem in our society." Jesus H
Christ I say to myself what the fuck is this guy going on about? This isn't
my problem and its not on I give two shits about. So as I muster up the
nerve to trot out my only defensive line, which is "I give at the office",
he chuckled and said, "Yes Mr. Collins as a matter of fact I know you
`give' at the office and from what I seen, you give it very well to.

Huh? What did he mean by that? So I said, "What the hell are you talking
about?" In my improvised macho voice again. Well, Mr. Collins for a very
young man you look to be extremely talented at sucking cock and giving up
that sweet ass of your and to a black janitor at that. Oh shit, I thought
busted yet again. By yet again I mean I've just turned 18 and already out
in the workforce as I was kicked out of high school for sucking cock --
yes a black janitor again. After completing GED to get my high school
degree I went on to a small college where I did fine for almost two years
until is got expelled again for yes, sucking cock a got caught by the dean
after hours in the janitors room but this time bent over his desk taking it
up my "sweet ass." Ah hell, being as I'm spilling my guts her I may as well
tell you how it all began. I guess you've figured out I came from a poor
background. Father left before I can remember and never knew him and raised
by a hard working mother who did cleaning jobs all over town. I knew early
I liked boys. I'd ogle them in the locker room after phys-ed classes and
would hang around until all of them had showered and left before I'd get
naked in the shower myself with a very excited boner. I was about only 13
or so. And one day after school there I was, in the locker room showering
after everyone left with a terrible stiff one when yes, the old black
janitor came in and caught me.

I shut the shower off and grabbed my towel but it was too late as he
already had an eye full of my boner and now my bare bum and when he
approached me with that wicked smile on his face I just stood there looking
back at him. And when he came up to me and put his arms around me and
pulled me into him I could feel that enormous (to me) hard on in his
pants. As his hands ran all over my body I just gave in. I couldn't deny my
wanting or my needing and the fact that he was old and black well I don't
know how to explain it but I was just his to do with what he wanted. And he
did. I became his fuck toy for the next two years until I went on to the
senior school. He taught me how to suck cock first and savor the taste of
his cum. Then he taught me very gently how to accept his cock in my nice
plump ass until I could take him deep in me and I could take him as often
as he wanted it.

Back to the phone call ...

Oh, uh, um I stumbled trying to think what I could say (I admit I'm not the
sharpest knife in the drawer) to deny this but I knew from his description
he had definitely seen me fucking for yet another black janitor and I was
scared because this was a job I needed even though I did repetitive,
mundane tasks but I guess every office needs someone like me and as I said,
I needed the job.

"Mr. Collins, give me your email address as I have something here you need
to see." Oh shit, I mumbled my e-add to him and had to repeat it two or
three times as I mind was in such a confused furry. He said, fine, I'm
going to call you back in about 10 or 15 minutes. By then you will have my
mail and I want you to open and check the attachment. Then I want you to
read the instructions on the body of the mail. Understood? Yes. I'll be
calling you soon. Oh shit.

As promised, about two or three minutes later a new mail came in my "in"
box and this wasn't Spam like the other 140 I had in the box. I opened it
with much trepidation and there I was in all my glory, bent over my desk
taking a fucking by a beautiful shiny skinned black man. Fuck it looked
sexy and whoever was blackmailing me (yes I knew I was going to be
blackmailed) was a damn good photographer. God I got instant horny seeing
that picture and wondered, "Does he have more? I hope!" I'm such a easy
fuck and I just am always getting myself into dumb situations because the
"little" head is doing all my thinking which, is not thinking. So, I
resolved to change that.

First, I was going to except the inevitable which was I assumed was to be
blackmailed for sex. Well I thought, considering who and what I am and all
I've already done, this isn't the end of the world depending who was on the
other end of that phone and -- I had a suspicion.

So when the phone rang a few minutes later, I had decided to listen to what
he said, listen to that smooth, professional voice carefully and pretty
much agree with all he had to day. So I did. First the voice and I ask
myself where have I heard that voice before? Then the instructions --
well demands I guess. He said he wanted to meet me tonight a 10 PM sharp in
the parking garage down by my work. Okay. Short instructions so they
weren't too hard for me to follow. I assumed he wanted me for sex, so when
I prepared to go out I took a long hot shower and I made sure I was well
cleaned when it counts and well lubed up where it counts. I arrived about
10 minutes early hoping I was first so I could sort of scope out the place
and watch for his car to show up so there were no surprises for me. Didn't
work as it turned out. He was already there -- out smarted again. He was
parked in the darkest corner of the car park as the damn lights were burnt
out there or, was that part of his plan? He flashed his lights as soon as I
arrived so being a little scared of this scenario but not too much because
if he was alone and I was sure he would be this was going to be nothing but
a one-way negotiation -- his way. It was so dark I couldn't make out the
color or make of car he was driving. As I approached he slid his window
down some and told me to stay where I was about 5 feet from the drivers
door of what I could now see was a very high-end model car. I couldn't make
out his face but we were totally alone and I could hear him clearly.

"Mr. Collins thank you for being prompt I like that in my people. Humm --
my `people' another clue. "Mr. Collins please turn around for me and face
the wall. Okay. So as I turned to face the wall I heard the door open and
he got out, came and stood right behind me so close I could feel his breath
on my neck. His hands were all over me in no time and I could feel him
grinding into me with his hard cock so I rocked back against him in rhythm
with his fucking motion to see how far he would go. He undid my belt and
pants and slid his hands down on my buns and squeezed me hard. I bent
forward a bit and ground my ass back at him and he became way worked up. He
put both hands on my hips and turned and pushed me to his car and leaned me
over the hood. The next thing I knew my pants were at my ankles and his
cock was pushing and probing trying to get into me. I kicked my pants off
one ankle and just spread for him. These negotiations were going quite well
I thought as I was getting my ass fucked off over the hood of his luxury
car. It didn't take him long before he was flooding my ass with his cum. He
must have pumped 5 or 6 loads into me before he even slowed down. A
combination of lack of sex and a little blue pill I believe. Anyway, I was
on the receiving end of a great piece of tail and I told him so. He seemed
pumped about that little comment.

And that's how my negotiations began. When he was done and pulled out of me
and had cleaned himself and got dressed, he said to me, "Mr. Collins you
are a great fuck and I believe I have use for you." Use? Still bent over
the car and still not being able to see his face I said, "umm do you care
to elaborate on the term `use'? He said, Mr. Collins, I own a fairly large
firm and we do business with a very diverse and varied clientele, diverse
in certain needs and desires that I provide them in exchange for their
undivided business. By supplying them with this service, I eliminate the
competition and at the same time have very satisfied customers. Some, like
myself occasionally like boys, boys like you with that sweet ass and smooth
silk skinned body -- no flaws, no acme, no scars why Mr. Collins you are
precisely what I need and with what I have on you I'm quite certain you
will cooperate with me.

So, still bent over the hood of his car in the pitch black of night, I
said, "Well Mr. Tannenbalm, (yes I although I've never met him and am in no
position to interact with him whatsoever, I did have a fleeting opportunity
to overhear him discussing a matter with my supervisor in his office one
day. And although I've never actually seen him, that voice and unique
accent was what I remembered. He is the President and CEO of the company I
work for.) Mr. Tannenbalm I said, why didn't you just come to me and ask, I
mean why the elaborate set up? "It's simple" he said, "power" "I need to
always be in the position of power. I'm used to having it and I am always
sure to be in the position of having the upper hand in everything I do.
Besides, he said, I have wanted your sweet ass ever sine that night I seen
you and by the way, how did you know it was me? You don't know me."
Mr. Tannenbalm, I have only one asset other asset (besides my ass) that
serves me well, my ability to remember voices and yours is so distinctive
it was easy actually." Now Mr. Tannenbalm I said as I got redressed and
turned to face him, I'm perfectly willing to look after those clients of
yours who need my attention and yes you have some very revealing pictures
of me but, who would you of all people show them to? Absolutely nobody and
you know it. You would never risk your reputation over a few pictures of
your slutty sweet assed little office boy would you? How would people
interpret your showing of these pictures? I believe they would assume you
like to fuck little office boys like you do, however, you could never live
with that in public could you?

Mr. Tannenbalm looked at me with what I believe was a new found respect.
And he smiled at me and said, "So I sense a negotiation for your services
-- right?" "Yes, I laughed a negotiation was what this was all about all
along. You just reaped the benefits of the of the negotiation right up
front so to speak.

And that's how I ended up with a "personal services" contract with
Mr. Tannenbalm the tycoon and a damn good one at that. And yes, I've just
booked into the Hyatt Regency on a beautiful little island in the Caribbean
for my annual 2-month holiday. Thank you.

Parkstranger
lenrbnsn@yahoo.ca