Date: Mon, 31 Aug 2015 16:13:29 +0000
From: Liam Jack <liamjack1987@hotmail.com>
Subject: Office Romance Part 12

DISCLAIMER: This story involves scenes involving sex between men.  If this
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PART TWELVE

It had been a week since Dean had called things off and we still hadn't
spoken.  I saw him around the office, but he would always turn away or
leave the room whenever I entered.

I wanted to mend things with him, but was feeling hurt and also too proud
to apologise so I let things fester.

In order to avoid seeing him at the gym, I'd taken to working out in the
mornings.  One morning, I got to the gym and changed into a grey vest and a
pair of short blue shorts that just covered my thighs.  I scanned the room
and saw Greg Boyd, my new manager, working out over by the free weights.
He was topless.

`Now this I have to see' I thought.

I headed over to him, and admired the view.  He had brown hair that he had
slicked back with so much hair gel.  He had stubble all over his chin, and
a permanent five o'clock shadow.  His biceps bulged as he curled the
weights he was using.  His pecs were large and firm, with a light coating
of chest hair, and he looked like he had an eight pack for abs, and his
chest was covered in a sheen of his sweat.  He was only wearing a pair of
black shorts that barely covered his thighs, and hugged his ass perfectly.
My cock was already getting hard.

"Morning Greg, do you normally work out shirtless?" I asked as I approached
him.

Greg turned to me and smiled.  "Hi Mike, and yeah, I like watching myself
work out.  You should try it" he said.

Not ashamed of checking myself out, I pulled my vest off so I was standing
next to him also shirtless. I grabbed some weights and started doing some
bicep curls next to him.  I wasn't shy in checking Greg out in the
full-length mirrors and he was watching my body too as we exercised.

We talked as we worked out.  In my new role as social media manager, Greg
and I were now working closely together.  We talked about a particular
client who was giving us issues on what they wanted for their social media
marketing, and Greg gave me some advice.  We also talked general things
like TV and Greg moaned about his latest girlfriend.

After a while, we were both sweating and Greg was standing there with a
film of sweat across his body.  He lay down his weights and turned to me.

"How about we go to the Jacuzzi to talk some more" Greg said.

"Sure" I replied, not wanting to miss the opportunity to see Greg in his
swimwear.

We went back to the changing rooms to change into our swimwear.  I glanced
over as Greg undressed.  He had an amazing bubble butt.  He pulled on some
very small and tight-fitting black trunks.  I put on a pair of small white
Speedos.

Greg turned to look at me, and his gaze went down to my Speedos.

"Fuck, I like your Speedos" he said.  He walked over to me and stood right
in front of me.  His hands moved down to my hips, and began to rub the
material.

"I've always liked Speedos, but I've been too afraid that I wouldn't pull
them off" he said.  His right hand moved round to my cock, and he began to
rub the material over my cock.  It started to harden.

"I'm sure you'd look good in anything" I replied.

Greg smiled and continued to rub my cock through my Speedos.  I could see
his cock to start get hard in his trunks.  I reached over and began to rub
it through his trunks.

"I've never..." he said.

I bent down, and pulled down his trunks.  His hard cock sprung out from his
trunks.  I enclosed my mouth around his shaft and began to lick it up and
down.  Greg let out a moan and put his hands on the back of my head,
forcing me to engulf more of his hard meat.

"Fuck, Victor was right, you are a good cocksucker" Greg moaned.

I was intrigued to hear Victor and Greg talked about me, and that spurred
me on to go faster up and down his shaft.  My tongue licked his head,
tasting pre-cum.  Greg continued to moan and moved his hands to play with
his nipples.

I swallowed his entire cock in my mouth until my nose was brushing his
pubes.  My tongue was darting all around his shaft, coating his cock with
both my spit and his precum.

I continued to lick his shaft when I felt him tense.  His hands shot down
to keep my head in place as his cock fired shot after shot of cum down my
throat.  He let out a loud moan.

As his cock softened, he pulled his cock from my mouth.  I stood up, my
hard cock straining against my Speedos.

Greg gave me a smile. "I really must get myself a pair of Speedos.  And
thanks for that" and with that, he grabbed a towel and headed off for a
shower.

I stood there in the changing rooms with a hard-on, and I was pissed.  I'd
just given the guy a decent blowjob and he couldn't even wank me back.  I
angrily got dressed and headed up to my floor.

The day didn't go any better.  With my pent-up sexual frustration, I was
getting annoyed at every little thing.  My team had a meeting to discuss
the client we were having issues with, and what we could do to improve the
social media aspect of their marketing campaign to please them, but nobody
could come up with any decent solutions.  I told them all to leave the
conference room we were in and tried to do some brainstorming of my own.  I
couldn't think of anything, and ended up throwing my pen across the room in
frustration.

Just then, Kevin, one of the members of my team (and a hot fuck), entered
the room.  He was wearing a pair of tight grey trousers, and a tight white
shirt and black tie.

"Someone seems stressed" he said.

"I am", I replied, "this client is pissing me off and I've had a raging
hard-on all day".

"Maybe I can help with one of things" Kevin said with a grin.

He walked towards me, and got on his knees.  He unzipped my trousers, and
pulled out my still hard cock.

He took my cock in his mouth, and began to lick up and down the shaft.  I
was moaning in pleasure as his tongue licked all over my cock, from the
head to the base.  His right hand reached up and unbuttoned my shirt, and
he was running his hands over my abs.  I was in heaven, but I needed more.

"Fuck me" I moaned.

Kevin gave me a smirk and removed my cock from his mouth.  I stood up and
undid my trousers, pulling them down to expose my ass.  I then leaned over
the conference room table sticking my ass out.  Kevin undid the zip of his
trousers, pulling his cock out.  He lined up his cock with my ass and
pushed it into my hole.

I let out a gasp as his cock entered all the way into me, until I could
feel his pubes against my ass.  He put his hands on my shoulders and
proceeded to fuck my brains out.

"Is this what you wanted?" he panted in my ear.

"Fuck yeah, fuck me" I moaned.

Kevin continued his pace, as he pounded my ass with his cock.  He reached
around and began to stroke my cock with his right hand.  I was leaking
precum all over the table, so he used some of this as lube as he wanked me.

I was in heaven; the feelings on both my cock and ass were driving me
insane.  I could feel the cum building, and soon I was shooting spurt after
spurt of cum all over the conference room table, letting out a huge moan.

As I came, my ass tensed around Kevin's cock, and he was soon unloading his
cum up my ass.  He let out a groan as he unloaded his sperm.

We both finished shooting, and Kevin pulled his cock from my ass.

"Did that help at all?" he asked.

"Well, it definitely got rid of the hard-on" I replied with a laugh.

We both got dressed and tidied up the conference room.  The client's work
could wait for another day.

END OF PART TWELVE