Date: Thu, 23 Jul 2015 13:30:01 -0400
From: Rod888man <rod888man@yahoo.com>
Subject: Prissy Percy Prick

			   PRISSY PERCY PRICK I

 Percival Stoddard interviewed me for the job for which I was accepted.
Handsome guy, immaculately attired, about my age, early thirties. He looked
like a class picture for Princeton class of 2005. Actually he was Harvard
'01. Friendly, seemed like a decent sort. After he chewed out the guy at
the desk next to mine for having his necktie looseend on a hot day I
learned that he was commonly known around the office as Prissy Percy, and
he was an unending prick.

 A couple of weeks after my hire I was finishing a letter I wanted to get
in the mail that evening. It was 5:45 on Friday and the office was empty
except for me. Percy arrived at my desk and asked me to follow him to his
office because a problem had arisen that we needed to discuss. He sat
behind his desk and waved me to a chair.

 "The problem is that one of our employees is upset because he feels you
are gay. If that is in fact true, I can handle it, no problem."

  I sat for a minute thinking of alternatives and then said, "True. May I
ask who considers it a problem?"

 "Me," he said, now smiling.  "My gaydar is pretty accurate, but far from
perfect. You are about six feet six inches tall and it has been keeping me
awake wondering if your penis is as big as I have been fantasizing."
Nonplussed did not adequately describe my state of mind. "It's late, I'm
curious, but also thirsty and hungry. Let me buy you dinner and discuss
this further," he said.

    We went to a small Italian restaurant and he suggested the house
chianti wine. I wrinkled my nose and he said, "Ah no. This is good wine. If
you like a good Argentine Malbec, you will like this. And by the way,
anything said or done outside the office will have zero negative effect on
your job. "So when did you realize you were 'of the family?"

  "I finally accepted it as a junior in college when I had oral sex with
another classmate. I'd done mutual masturbation with a kid in junior high
school and enjoyed it but that oral sex made it perfectly clear that I must
be thoroughly gay."

   "And that lovely lady you took to the office picnic?" he said.

   "Arm candy," I said. "She's a lesbian and a good friend. We even travel
together as a couple."

   "And did you ever have sex with her?"

   "Well, it is true that we're all bisexual as Masters and Johnson pointed
out decades ago: nobody is 100% anything. She came out of the shower naked
one time. Her pussy is unshaven, and she is gorgeous. I popped a boner and
she was curious. She wanted to see for herself what an ejaculation looked
like, so she jacked me off. She wasn't very good at it, but I have never
had a climax I didn't enjoy. She tasted my precum and informed me it didn't
taste as good as a wet pussy which was information I didn't need. How about
your experience?"

     He was vague about that. Something on the order of 'varied,
infrequent'. I wasn't sure whether that was in frequent or infrequent. He
changed the subject and we discussed forms of art, music, travel, adult
education etc. The meal was as nice as the wine and when the bill was paid
he asked if I would like to see his apartment.

    Conflicted doesn't describe my feelings. I was silent trying to sort
things out and he smiled. "Instead, there's a fun AA baseball team in town,
what, do you say about catching it? They're in the playoff race and it
should be an intense game."

      It was surprisingly good baseball. They were playing with an
intensity not usually evident in "the bigs". We had a couple of beers and
about the sixth inning he said, "You asked me about my sexual experience. I
guess I have the reputation of being fussy. That's true. My first
experience was with a girl in college. We were on a picnic, we snuck off to
the woods, got naked and to make a short story, I lost my erection. She was
disgusted and I finally had to admit to myself I was gay. What I kept
dreaming about was getting fucked. By a guy. It took awhile for the
opportunity and when it happened I was so excited I climaxed almost as soon
as he entered me."

        Nothing further was said for awhile but during the seventh inning
stretch I allowed that I'd never had anal sex with a guy and if that was
what he liked, maybe I would take him up on the offer to visit his
apartment. From that time on the game seemed to last forever but finally a
bases loaded walk won the game for us.

      His apartment was decorated to the teeth and looked more like a
girl's place than I expected. No conversation, he just led me to his
bedroom. Believe it or not, with a canopied bed!  He immediately began to
strip off his clothes and I followed suit. Or unsuit as the case may be. He
was hard by the time his pants came off. It was curved upward and to the
right about thirty degrees from horizontal, maybe seven inches with an
oversized head. He was shaved, a first for me, and it made his tool look
even longer.

       "Wowzie! That's bigger than a whore's dream!", he said. "Gotta be a
ten incher and uncircumcised to boot. Before you hump me I want to taste
it. That'll be a first time for me."

       I said that would be fine, but be easy, I didn't want to unload
before the main performance. He wanted me on my back on the bed. He sat
next to me, took my boner in his mouth and gave it a little suck. Then he
lifted his head and peeled back my foreskin. Back in his mouth, a gentle
suck of just my glans and reluctantly he let me go. "How about you don't
cum in me and let me finish you off orally?", he said. I agreed, he
tenderly replaced my hoodie, rubbered and lubed me.

       "I've never had an organ that size in me, so promise me you'll go
easy," he said. I slipped in easily, waited a moment and then put my whole
cock in up to the hilt. "Oh, God. That's what I've been waiting for all
these years. Just stay there a bit and let me enjoy it," he said.

        I did, but only briefly. The new sensation of his tight sphincter
gripping my boner, his whining of pleasure, the feeling on my dick of his
rectum as I slid in and out and the sight of his boner profusely leaking
precum were aphrodisiac in spades. "OH SHIT, shit, shit, SHIT!" I yelled.

       "I can feel that boner pulsing in my can so I know what you're
yelling about. Just can't postpone pleasure like a little kid 'eh? I'll
forgive you this once if you give me a memorable blowjob," Percy said. So
of course I agreed. I asked him to warn me when he was going to cum and he
agreed again.

      His cock was covered in my new favorite taste, Cowper's Pre Orgasmic
Secretion. His generous sized ball sack held a goodly amount too, so I
started licking it. I was in heaven, so much so that I never lost my
erection. Having finished with his nuts I licked up and around his crooked
pecker.

			      TO BE CONTINUED