Date: Wed, 6 Nov 2013 10:52:04 +1100
From: Randy <rhaultafel@gmail.com>
Subject: Boardroom Meeting

This story is copyright of course, and I would appreciate it if you wished
to use it for anything other than your personal, private and not-for-profit
enjoyment.  This is a fictional story involving a sexual encounter between
two consenting adult men.  If this offends you, you should either leave
this website as by continuing to read, you will hereby accept irrevocably
the responsibility for the effect this story will have on you.  I hope it
is a satisfying one.

If you are under the legal age to read sexually explicit material then do
not read any further.  This is a recounting of something that happened a
few years back, when I was studying at University, living at home. A few
salient details have been changed for obvious reasons.  If you like this
story (or not), feel free to make any comments. But, as always, flames will
be ignored.


BOARDROOM MEETING

On afternoon, stressed out with university assignments and exams looming on
the horizon, I surf the internet for porn and hook-ups.  An older guy hit
me up almost immediately and agreed not only to host, but also to pick me
up as well. I didn't know what he looked like, except that he had one nice
fat cock, but that's really the only important detail to a horny teenager
with an itch in his butt! I told him what I was wearing, and he promised he
would take me somewhere where he could slide that dick deep and hard like a
little slut like I deserved, then he would drop me off at the local
library.  I told him I couldn't wait - which is true, because my ass was
twitching like crazy at the thought of that hard dick sinking inside me.
Mmm...

I clean-up and get changed quickly and head out, telling the parents I'm
off to the library.  I didn't have to wait long before a large landrover
drives in front of the park bench I'm perched on.  I hop into the car and
we're off. I look over at him - older Italian/Mediterranean guy with a bit
of a paunch and a nice rug on his chest - but he smiles and looks
friendly. More importantly, his shorts can't hide that big bulge pulsating
between his thighs.

We're not past the second intersection and his fly is undone, with my hands
slowly sliding up and down his rod while his left hand is doing the same to
my cock. We make some chit chat, but it's clear our mouths are operating on
auto-pilot - our attention focused elsewhere. His roving fingers find my
rosebud and presses lightly on it just as the light goes green. He
accelerates as his fingers wiggle inside me.

By the time we get close to the carpark of our destination, my shorts are
around my thighs and he has two fingers snaking in and out of my hungry,
grasping hole. My dick is leaking pre-cum like a faucet and I've got my
eyes half closed.  He withdraws suddenly and I pull up my shorts
reflexively. Just in time - he pulls into the carpark under the security
camera and swipes his pass. He smiles at me and pats the crotch of his
shorts as the door opens.

"I am going to open that tight bubble ass of yours good." He purrs.

"Can't wait" I reply.

Then he's cruising into the deserted carpark. Prime place to play, I think
- plenty of room in the back of the car too! But this is not where Bob is
headed - he locks the car and heads towards the lift.  We hop in the lift
and he presses a button with his free hand - we both have a hand in our
pockets to hold down our raging hard-ons.

He takes me into the offices of what appears to be some consulting firm. We
walk past reception and he mentions he needs to get something in his
room. Bob finds what he's looking for and takes me to the next room - a
board room with a big glass table and tinted windows facing out to the
surrounding buildings.

He kneels down, taking my shorts with him and engulfs my rock hard cock in
one gulp. Fuck that feels good. His fingers quickly find my hole again and
soon he's got a good rhythm going: two fingers twisting in my hole as his
hot, wet mouth bobs up and down on my dick.

Then it's my turn. Bob stands up, and pushes gently on my shoulders.  I
suck in his dick with a little less grace - the long hard fucker pokes a
few times at my gag reflex (which I had not yet controlled at this age) -
but the throbbing veiny spear doesn't need much fluffing any way.

Bob bends me over the table and rubs his dick along my ass cleft, the hard
spongy head teasing my hole at the threshold.  I moan and rub my hole
against the hot stiff manhood. A small pause as the rubber goes on and then
the teasing is over. Bob goes slow, but it still hurts a bit as my hole
adjusts to the penetration.  Still, it's not lot long before I'm moaning
away into the glass as Bob grips my hips for leverage as he pounds away at
my hole.

Bob pulls me back by the hips, and I see the smear of pre-cum I've left on
the table. Bob pushes my head onto it and I lick it up as he renews his
relentless assault.  Once it's clean, I look up and see the darkness
outside the boardroom.  I remember thinking that if any one of his
colleagues stepped into the office, they could look through the glass walls
and see the action in the board room.

Suddenly, Bob pulls out and sits on one of the leather chairs. He's shiny
with sweat and his furry chest is heaving, cock waving with each breath
like a hypnotic metronome.  I walk over to him and straddle him, facing him
as I guide his cock back inside me.  No words are said as I ride him while
he catches his breath. My hard cock slaps on his hairy paunch as I bounce
up and down in his lap. I slide my hands through the damp mat of hair on
his broad chest as he catches his breath.  His hands grip my hips and guide
them on him - nice fast, long strokes like an automated human fleshjack.

Then he heaves me up, still impaled on his cock and slides me onto the
table, dick picking up speed as he hammers my hole in a race to the finish.
My eyes glaze over as the fucking intensifies and I think that's what does
it for him.  With a grunt, he shoves in deep and jerks on top of me
grunting as he shoots into the rubber.  Then he pulls out, and collapses
back on the chair, condom wrapping his still-hard cock and tip swollen with
a heavy white load.

I take off the condom carefully and then, before Bob can say anything,
upend the contents all over his chest like pearls scattered in the
carpet. He begins to protest, until he watches me lick and suck each
droplet of seed off the fur. Indeed, his cock seems to pulse at the
sight. I look up at him as I savour the sweat-seasoned load, a salty thick
coating for my tongue.

When I'm done, Bob quickly kneels and wraps his lips around my knob again.
His mouth is like a vacuum cleaner and he his fingers slip into my
well-fucked hole. I lean against the glass boardroom table as he blows me
like a starving man.  His fingers massage my prostate deftly and it doesn't
take long before he extracts a hefty load from my balls. I'm breathing
heavily, head swimming, as Bob stands mouth full of my creamy boy-cum.  He
tilts my head back as he gives me the first (and only) kiss of the
afternoon.  His mouth totally covers mine, and his tongue pushes my thick
creamy load back into my mouth. Then, his tongue massages the creamy mess
into my mouth while his fingers fuck my hole.

"Fuck you have an awesome ass." He sighs, breaking off the kiss.

"Thanks." I sigh. "We should do this again."

He pumps his fingers a few more times before reluctantly slipping them out
of my hole. "Mmm... definitely."