Date: Wed, 12 May 1999 14:50:36 PDT
From: randy boy <randyboy26@hotmail.com>
Subject: Desk-Job

This is my second story (my other one's called Barbershop Boy).  I hope you
guys like it; it's always been a fantasy of mine.  None of this has really
happened (at least not to me, at least not yet), but who cares, as long as
it's HOT, right?

If you like it, please let me know.  Randyboy26@hotmail.com


DESKJOB - By Randyboy

It's funny:  I was completely ambivalent about going to work that day.  It
was early May, and spring always distracts my mind from the mundane tasks of
the office.  Those beautiful first sunny days always make me want to wander
aimlessly about outside, enjoying my first opportunity of the season to
check out the college boys in their shorts and t-shirts.  I had to drag
myself to the dull office tower, and as it was I got there about 15 minutes
late.

I knew something was up right away.  People seemed to be scurrying about
even more than normal; little groups were forming, people were pointing in
different directions and looking unusually concerned.  I went up to Greg,
the closest thing to a friend I had at the office, and asked him what was
going on.

"Oh, Jack, hi.  Some messenger kid seems to have walked out of here with
Sheila's purse," Greg said.  "She says it was sitting on her desk when she
went to the ladies' room, and when she came back it was gone.  The only one
here was the messenger."

"Did anyone see him leave?" I asked.

"That's just it.  Gardner signed for the package and then turned his back on
the kid.  No one can remember seeing him since then."

So everyone was looking around for the kid, but I was sure that by now he
was long gone.  It seemed to me that if the messenger DID steal the purse,
he'd have to find a new courier job ASAP.  Anyway, since none of this really
concerned me directly, I decided to get to work (by now it was already
9:30).

I sat down at my desk, and my feet kicked something large and solid
underneath.  I slid my chair back to take a look, and I saw a pair of dirty
sneakers connected to the bottom half of some ratty khakis.  My heart
stopped.  Shit, I thought.  This is the little bandit, the thieving fiend,
under my desk!  Ha!  I bent down--cautiously--so I could see his face, and
my gaze was met by two of the biggest, brownest, and wettest eyes I'd ever
seen.  The kid was crying.  He looked really scared, which, to be honest,
was very sexy on him.  He had shaggy black hair and big, trembling lips,
with which he mouthed the word, "Please," over and over.  He looked about
18, and adorable in his white t-shirt and khakis.

I gently put my hand on his shoulder to reassure him, and then pulled my
chair back in.  I quickly scribbled a note that said:  "Did you take the
purse?" and handed it to the boy, along with a pen.  I could hear him
sniffle as he wrote his answer and handed it back to me.

"Yes, sorry, I'll give it back," it said.

Well then, I thought, he IS guilty, but repentant.  At least SOMEthing
interesting was happening today, and I was planning on doing my best to make
it even more interesting.  Confident that I could get the purse back to
Shiela, I decided to help the boy escape--but not just yet.  I wrote another
note: "You want my help?"  and handed it to him.

He sent it back.  "Please."  You have to understand that "Please" is one of
my favorite words coming from a beautiful sexy young boy like this, and my
dick got hard just looking at the letters on the paper.  I knew he was
desperate, and frankly so was I.  After all, I'm a 35 year old businessman
with little opportunity for semi-public, impromptu sex with sweet young
messenger boys, and this might be a once-in-a-lifetime chance!  I had to
take it.

I pulled my chair right up close to my desk, and reached under to undo my
belt.  This kid obviously had experience (I think a lot of those biker boys
are very streetwise), because he moved his young face into my crotch; I
could feel his hot sweet breath through the summer wool of my suit, and it
drove me crazy!  I put my hands on either side of his head, feeling his soft
hair in my fingers and roughly rubbing the back of his neck.

It was quite a turn-on to look up and see all of my colleagues going about
their business, while I was getting down to mine!  This boy was going to
work--he knew his future depended upon it--chewing the fabric and trying to
get at the zipper with his teeth.  I decided to help the kid out and undid
the zipper; I wanted him in there even more than he wanted to get there!  My
8-inch cock was rock hard, and really straining in my white cotton briefs,
this young dude was getting pretty busy with his spit, licking at the
outline of my prick with his hot tongue until the cotton was soaked through.
  My dick was oozing precum, and he was using his tongue to squeeze more out
of the head of my cock so he could suck it through my jockeys.  His hands,
meanwhile, were going to work on my balls and the sensations were driving me
wild!

I decided I'd better try and look busy while this kid's face was buried in
my lap.  I was absently typing on my computer screen so no one would suspect
anything, but I wanted to SCREAM with pleasure.  The kid was really getting
me hot.  He was not beginning to apply presure to my dick with his tongue
and chin, really rubbing my shaft with his face while I continued my glazed
staring at my computer screen.  It was all I could do not to moan as I got
closer and closer to cumming.  He was trying harder and harder to get me
off, and it was working... I put my hands back under the desk so I could
hold his hot young face on my throbbing meat, pushing his head into my
crotch and letting my hips buck up against his mouth and chin.  I could feel
that I was going to shoot... the whole office started to go white before my
eyes, everything was a blur as I neared my orgasm... I could feel the cum
getting closer, my balls were tightening and the amazing sensations were
making me crazy... i was breathing faster and the kid's hot breath was
pushing me over the edge... I started to cum, the thick creamy jizz
streaming out of my piss hole into my jockeys, the kid sucking the sticky
liquid through the wet cotton, hungrily...

"Jack--do you need these?"  I was jolted by Shiela standing at my desk--I
hadn't even seen her approach.  I paused and recovered some of my composure,
but my cock was still throbbing under the desk, the cum flowing out in spurt
after spurt while I said:

"Um...yes.  Yes, thanks, um...Sh--Shiela."

She dropped the spreadsheets on my desk and walked away--she had no idea
that I had been gushing cum into a hot teen's face under my desk!  By now my
orgasm had subsided, but the kid was just getting started.  He pulled my
dick out of my shorts and licked it totally clean, lapping the milky juice
from my pole, his soft tongue rolling gently around the head while I
regained my previous state of bliss.  Work should always be like this!

This was one hot, cute boy who knew how to work on a man's dick.  he knew
what I wanted, and knew he'd have to trade it for his freedom.  My cock
stayed soft for a while, but he waited patiently, keeping it in his luscious
mouth all the time.  It was so great to be sitting at my desk at work, with
this young stud holding my prick between his soft warm lips.  When I did get
hard again, he proved that he could really suck.  He took my whole thick
cock all the way down his teen throat; I could feel his neck tense up as it
was filled up by my manmeat.  As he bobbed his cute head up and down on my
tool, he worked his tongue around the head and up and down the length of my
shaft.  It was torture not to be able to encourage the boy with some hot
talk, or even a little moaning, but I had to keep silent while he brought on
my second orgasm.  I wanted to cum in this hot boy's mouth, to give him a
big hot creamy load that he could swallow and taste, that he could savor and
enjoy (it would be a while before he'd get any other food, after all!).  I
knew he wanted more of my sweet spunk, and soon I let him have it.  Man, I
blew an even bigger load the second time--I felt like I kept cumming
forever, jets of the stuff spraying his throat and tongue and he took it
all.

The boy had to stay there all day in order to escape unseen.  When everyone
else had left, I told him the coast was clear, and he took off down the back
stairs.  He left me Shiela's purse, and another note:  "Jack (?) You're one
hot fucking dude.  Call me so we can fuck around some more.  And thanks...
Randy."

Maybe my desk job does have a few hidden benefits.