Date: Sun, 12 Mar 2017 00:36:09 +0100
From: E Ylaer <ylaer.e@gmail.com>
Subject: The Joys and Sorrows of Narzissus Berg - Chapter 1

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***** Disclaimer *****

This story is a work of fiction. It means that all events and
characters are fictional, their resemblance to real life events and
persons is pure coincidence. Story contains sex between men, and
politically incorrect jokes. Which does not mean that this story or
its author promotes sexual activities without the use of condoms, or
the use of politically incorrect or sexually explicit jokes in the
working environment. Nor rude hand gestures.

 © 2017 by E. Ylaer

****** end of Disclaimer beginning of Story *****


The joys and sorrows of Narzissus Berg


Chapter 1 - In which I feel sorry for my manager. Someone gets blown.
Someone watches. A rude hand gesture is passed, as well as a very bad
gay joke.


Managers are punished to sit alone in small offices. In addition to
that, these offices open from the corridor that leads to where else
than the toilet. Separated from the plebs of the open office where
mood is always elevated and we have a lot of fun. My beloved manager,
Kai-Frederik also recently moved to such office on the corner of the
corridor to sit alone. He always keeps his door open so i figure he is
missing us.

I walk into his office. Rather empty with only one desk at the window.
He looks up from his papers, good mannered guy in his late fifties,
gray hair, black framed glasses. When he sees me he says

"I'm busy."

"Watching porn?"

"Working." Cold disapproving voice, not lifting his eyes from the
documents in front of him.

He must look up though when I close the door.

"What do you want?" He asks.

"I have something you might want to see".

And I open the fly so that he can glance at my erect cock in my
underwear, the head stuck under the waistband.

"Anyone could come in!" He says.

"I don't mind."

"Well I do. So be nice and put this sign on the door."

He hands me a sign "Skype meeting do not disturb" which I hang on the
doorknob. Then I walk to his side of the table, he takes off his
glasses and turns down the family photo that stands next to his
computer. I free my cock, and place it on his desk, on some paper,
where it sticks. "Don't!" he says, reaches out and guides me towards
him. Then he pulls back the foreskin and licks the head, aaaaaaah!

"So beautiful. And tastes amazing." He says in a low voice.

"Don't bore me."

"You don't seem to be bored." He says with mouth full.

I want to answer something sarcastic but he sucks on me so hard that I
lose the ability to speak, and just gasp for air. He does it with such
skill you'd think he had done this all his life. In fact mine is the
first dick he ever tasted, until not long ago he played strictly in
Team Hetero. This is how amazing my Cock is. A magic piece of flesh.

I see how his hair is thinner on top, I wish I could grab his
gray-white locks but he hates it. I'd do it anyways, but it is too
early to piss him off. He likes his hair neat. Maybe because so much
falls out when I grab it? A visibility west hangs from the back of his
office chair. He is one of the rescue officers in case of fire alarm
or in case of heart attack. Why I think about this right now I don't
know, maybe i wish he would shock me with a defibrillator that would
be fun. (no)

I'm quite close when a faint knock sounds from the door. He stops and
holds my dick in his fist, pressing his thumb under the head and his
forefinger on the pee slit. Skilled. He says,

"One minute."

I'm surprised how calm and official his voice sounds, he does not seem
to be annoyed at all by the interruption. He takes it back into his
mouth, and squeezes it I cum almost immediately, dead silent, the
lights go out for a second, legs weaken. As I seek support on his
table I knock over his coffee mug (luckily empty). But I manage my cum
all into his mouth.

Panting, I button myself up. Try to regain normal breathing. I notice
that at the other wing of the office building a man in white shirt
stands at the window, who seems to be staring at us. I wave to him.
Kai turns around to see to whom i waved.

"Do you know that man?" I ask.

He shakes his head, opens the window and spits out the cum from the
4th floor, while for a second he shows a rude hand gesture to the man
in the opposite window. The spunk lands near the place where the
smokers usually stand. Now the yard is empty.

He sits back, and calls out, "Come in!"

While our colleague Frau Karls enters, Kai says in an outrageously
official voice,

"I think we discussed this topic quite in depth Berg. In case it is
necessary I will organize a meeting." And straightens his coffee mug
and family photo.

On his mug it is written "All mornings are hard" next to a drawing of
a sleepy dwarf. I consider stealing it for myself, to drink from it at
home.

While I walk back to my desk I can't suppress the broad smile
spreading on my face. My steps so light, I even hum to myself "All
alone she moves, Into a broken paradise surrounded by the colored
lights..." (Lyrics Alle Farben / She Moves)

"What's that smile?" Asks Ger who sits across to me.

"Heard a good joke." I say, while I sit down.

"Tell."

"Did you know 80 percent of the gay population were born that way? The
other 20 percent were... sucked into it. Hahahahaha!"

He looks at me stupid. Smiles faintly. Then his face goes back to strict again.

"Did you know that there is Harassment Policy, that forbids employees
to pass politically incorrect jokes about homosexual fellow citizens
in the office?"

"Never heard of it. So no jokes on you any more?"

"Ha ha haaa.... So funny. What did Meier want?"

"Nothing, he sucked my weener."

"You're disgusting Berg, you know that. He is married with children.
I'd sooner believe that I went down on you."

"Well" I say while flicking my computer to life "You can draw a number."

Ger as another solid member of Team Hetero thinks being gay is
theoretical science.

And bingo, my phone vibrates. I look at the message "Meeting 15:30,
meeting room floor K-1, Discussion graphical plans" You should know
that on the basement levels (they are marked with "K") there are no
meeting rooms, only the cafeteria, underground parking, and a toilet
that nobody ever uses. And I seem to be the only one invited to this
discussion with Dr Meier.

***** end of chapter 1 *****