Date: Wed, 7 Jul 2004 20:14:06 EDT
From: TJ <Buddy69r@aol.com>
Subject: Executive Overtime

I had recently been promoted in my company to a junior executive
position.  It was a prestigious job and at 33 I felt proud of my
achievements at work.  With my new job, however, came a ton of new work
and I found myself putting in anywhere from twelve to twenty hours
overtime every week.  Because I was the newest member of the team, I'd
often find myself "volunteering" to stay late and putting the day's work
to rest.  All this extra time spent at my corporate desk meant little
time for workouts or socializing.  I hadn't had a date in weeks but by
the time the weekend would roll around I'd spend my time in the gym for
hours then drag myself home to collapse in bed.

It was a Friday night and the last of my colleagues had left hours ago.
I was tidying up the paperwork and finally getting ready to haul ass when
I heard the janitor in the hallway whistling as he pushed his huge blue
trash bin from office to office.  He walked by my door and looked in to
see me sitting at desk in my navy pin-striped Brooks Brothers suit.  He
smiled warmly at me then glanced at the clock on my desk.  With a
sympathetic shake of his head, he grinned and said, "Another late night,
eh guy?"

John's in his mid-40's, he's got jet black hair that he slicks back and a
thick moustache that curls under at the ends.  He has an olive complexion
that sets off his sexy chocolate-brown eyes.  He's about my height--5'8"
but must be at least fifty pounds heavier than me.  I'd noticed this
butch stud the first night I worked late: he was one reason I didn't mind
being alone in the office!  Because of his easy-going manner and his
added heft, I don't think John realized how handsome he was.  Of course
this made him even more appealing.

I must have been really tired and let my guard down: normally I wouldn't
have been staring so openly at someone...even if he was a hot latino
hunk!  John came up to my desk and still grinning said "OK, time to empty
your trash can."

I pushed away from my desk so he could get to the wastebasket but as he
reached down, he turned his head towards me and found himself staring at
my straining pin-striped crotch!  I was mortified and backed up even
more--I could feel a hot blush creep over my neck and face.  I was trying
desperately to appear calm to no avail.  John apparently was enjoying my
discomfort: he kept smiling at me as he emptied the trash and replaced
the can under my desk.  He hadn't taken his eyes off me for a second; I
was blushing bright red and was hoping he'd go off so I could run to the
bathroom to "fix" myself.

John obviously knew what I needed--he pushed the trash in his wheeled bin
down with one of his massive arms, glanced at me with another smile then
leaned against my desk.  He started talking about how much he enjoyed
working in our building and how much he enjoyed his job.  I was a little
less nervous; I figured he was just a talkative, sweet guy that loves to
chat but as he went on about how much he liked his work one thing
occurred to me: in the five minutes he was telling me about his job, John
managed to tell me four times that he worked by himself.  I picked up on
this and asked him if he didn't get lonely at night.  He fixed me with
his gaze and replied, "Lonely?  Not really but some nights I wish I had a
buddy around to help me out..."

By this time he had one gloved hand resting casually in his crotch; when
he saw how intently I continued to stare at his thick lump, he gave it a
squeeze then stretched his arms above his head.  This gesture made his
work shirt ride up on his stomach and I got a tantalizing glimpse of his
smooth round belly.  My stiff ramrod throbbed in my pants and I sat in my
office chair dumbstruck as John once again gave his crotch a hard
squeeze.  He slowly walked up to me until he was towering over me where I
still sat in my suit and tie.  As he smiled down at me, John took his
work gloves off and gently cupped my chin in his huge calloused hand.  I
nearly swooned as I slowly stood up so we were both standing--our faces
only inches apart.  John wet his lips and I finally took the initiative
and leaned forward to give him a soft full kiss.  The tip of his tongue
snuck out and I parted my lips to allow his tongue to slowly plunge into
my eager mouth.  As we kissed I began rubbing the back of his thick neck
then began to unbutton his work shirt--he had a small dark thatch of hair
between his round pecs and pink nipples that drew me in.  I flicked my
tongue across the tip of one nipple and he let out a groan.  With one
hand, I pushed his work shirt off his massive tanned shoulders while I
rubbed his hard round belly with my other hand.  Switching to his other
nipple, I mouthed it while I rubbed the fingers of my right hand in his
damp armpit...John moaned something in Spanish then grabbed the back of
my head and forced my face towards his.  He once again shoved his fat
tongue into my mouth and now it was my turn to moan.  As we kissed, he
put both his hands on my hard ass and gave it a squeeze.  I broke off our
kiss so I could continue to explore this hot hunk--I untied his shoes and
removed them and his socks then helped him remove his work pants.  I was
still in my suit and tie but had before me a completely naked mountain of
hot, sweaty male flesh that I was eager to start feasting on!  John
pulled me into his huge arms and we once again french kissed.  His thick
stubby fingers deftly loosened my tie then began to unbutton my shirt...I
removed my coat and shirt at the same time then quickly peeled my
undershirt off.  I again wrapped my arms around my hunk: I wanted to feel
flesh against flesh.  We continued to kiss hungrily and I felt his fat
poker jabbing at my crotch.  I let my tongue slip from his mouth and slid
it down his neck towards his hardened nipples.  John put his hands behind
his head which exposed his damp hairy armpit.  As he lay back across my
desk, I ran my tongue into John's salty sweaty pit and began to suck and
chew.  He groaned continuously as I continued to lick my way down lower.
I kissed and worshipped his hard round belly then slid my wet mouth down
to my prize: that huge, veiny uncut chorizo standing straight up from his
dark bush.  I snorted in the sweaty aroma of his pubic thicket then
slowly ran my tongue up the length of his cock.  I pulled the sticky
foreskin back revealing a huge plum shaped head that leaked a clear
ooze.  Hungrily, I popped the head of his prick into my mouth and slowly
shoved it down my gripping throat.  As I sucked his prick and tasted his
pre-cum, I ran both hands over his body.  I delighted in the feel of his
solid burly body and began playing with his fat cum-filled balls as I
began to deep throat his uncut monster.  By this time John was a
groaning, sweaty mass; I released his dick and lapped at his hairy balls
for a while.  He raised one thick leg onto the desk which revealed his
pink fur-lined crack.  I sniffed between his round cheeks; he smelled
deliciously musty and I grabbed a hard globe in each hand, parted his
beefy cheeks and began to run my tongue the length of his hairy crack.
John nearly yelled--by this time he held both of his huge legs in the air
as I began to suck and slurp at his tight puckering man hole.  I circled
the entrance of his butt hole with my tongue and tickled the hairs of his
crack with my moustache while he writhed helplessly then with my index
fingers I spread his hole open and plunged my wet searching tongue into
its juicy prize.

I ate his ass out for at least 15 minutes...by this time John was
furiously beating his uncut slab of meat and I knew it would be soon
before he'd be blasting his wad.  Jamming a spit-soaked finger into his
chute, I licked my way back to his drooling cock head.  I rested my head
against his hard round belly and flicked his engorged prick head with my
tongue as John continued to jerk off in my face.  Suddenly he pulled his
foreskin taut and I stared wide-eyed as a thick white blob gushered out
of his piss slit and splattered me right on my lips.  Quickly tasting his
steamy jism, I opened my mouth wide as he shot the next two blasts of
jism right into my mouth and down my throat.  I finally clamped my lips
around his prick as he continued to geyser his man milk into my hungry
mouth.  I sucked John until his cock stopped spurting then swallowed the
last of his steamy load.  His fat penis was still very solid and as he
sat up, John told me he wanted to fuck my ass on the desk where I work..I
rapidly pulled my slacks and underwear off finally freeing my raging
cock.

Wearing only my black dress socks and oxfords, I lay back on top of my
desk.  John sat in my leather office chair, raised my thighs, then shoved
his face between my legs.  I moaned helplessly as he wetly lapped at my
cock and balls then raised my legs higher so he could shove his hot
tongue directly into my ass hole.  He sucked and chewed at my butt for
about ten minutes while I ran my hands thru his thick black hair.  John
finally stood up and I could see his engorged purple cock leaking a
steady stream of pre-cum again.  He rubbed his cock head across my hole
smearing it with pre-cum while I placed my feet on his massive
shoulders.  With the smooth steady advance of an expert ass fucker, John
slowly plunged his fat meatstick all the way up my gripping wet ass
hole.  I moaned in absolute pleasure then reached out to feel even more
of his hot flesh.  I rubbed my hands on his sweat slick belly as he began
to slowly pull out then fill me up again with his exquisite fuck tool.
He leaned forward to chew my nipples--as he did so his hot belly rolled
to cover my throbbing cock...it was the hottest fuck of my life with his
dick buried seven inches up my butt hole while his smooth hard belly
rubbed against my steadily leaking cock.  As he bit down hard on my left
nipple, I lost it: with a loud curse I blasted my wad, splattering John's
round stomach and my own chest with thick white cream.  I shot about
seven times; I was completely lost in my orgasm.  I could feel my
spit-lubed ass ring clamp down on its veiny invader as John gasped and
flooded my burning chute with his soothing warm jism.  We were drenched
in sweat and cum; John fell on top me exhausted, I put my arms around his
huge hunky frame and hugged him to me.  His engorged tool continued to
throb in my plugged ass hole while we cuddled and kissed--the combination
of my cum and our sweat made deliciously obscene noises as I once again
sucked hungrily at John's fat tongue which he shoved in my mouth.  We
stayed in that position until I felt his slowly deflating tube steak slip
out of my hole.  He smiled at me as I lay exquisitely crushed under his
weight.  He whispered to me if I was uncomfortable--I shook my head and
told him I could lay there all night then hugged him tighter...

It's been three months since that hot encounter.  My boss tells me that
if I keep up the good work I may be headed for another promotion soon.
Everyone at work attributes this to my being a workaholic--I've worked
late into the night every night.  Believe me, the overtime I spend at the
office is definitely not work!

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