Date: Wed, 05 Jun 2002 07:58:05 -0400
From: Mike Kliewer <bearly1dawg@hotmail.com>
Subject: Office Fun

Office Fun
Michael Kliewer
bearly1dawg@hotmail.com

(No part of this story may be reproduced, cut, pasted, or otherwise
transmitted without my express permission. This story involves unsafe sex,
and military personnel)


I know everyone has fantasized about sex in the office, but very few of us
ever have had that fantasy fulfilled.  I am the exception.  Not only would
this be office sex, but office sex with a military officer. I would be
killing two birds with one stone.

Several years ago, I was a government employee working at a military
installation in Maryland.  The office I worked for was a major organization,
and therefore had military personnel coming and going all the time.  The
parade of uniformed ass that passed by my desk was amazing.  I generally had
a hard on most of the time, which in suit pants is not easy to hide.  Many
times I would come home, and as soon as I got undressed, jerked off to the
visual memories of some hot man in Army green.

This particular situation was something I could never have dreamed of in a
million years.  It happened so naturally, so spontaneously, that initially I
doubted the circumstances.  I guess I should give you a little description
of me, to help you out here.  I stand 5'10", 170, with short dark hair,
goatee, and a pretty nice build.  Would not classify myself as buff or
anything, but complaints I have never received.  My position at the time was
as Administrative Support to the Director of the project.  That meant that I
was usually the first person anyone saw as they came into the office.  Nice
for me, as it got me up close and friendly with many a hot man.  At any
rate, this particular day, we had a Major coming in from Hawaii for a
meeting.  I was super busy getting documentation ready for some heavy
congressional stuff, and so my mind was occupied most of the time.

He came in very early that morning as I recall, and I was struck his
poster-boy looks.  He stood about 6', about my weight, but build like a
brick shithouse.  He introduced himself, with a brilliant smile, and green
eyes that pierced your soul.  His dark hair was cut regulation, and the
uniform fit him as if he had it tailored.  Not one to generally cruise
during the job, I kept my dick under control, and my lust.  Directed him to
his destination, and hoped he had a successful meeting.  He just smiled
back, and for a split second I thought I felt him scope me out.  Again, I
was so busy; I just thought it my imagination.

We all are aware of the "Don't ask, Don't tell" policy the military has, and
certainly once you have attained a certain rank you figure, discretion, if
not total abatement of sexual overtures would be correct.  Well, I was
wrong.  It was getting close to quitting time for most of the people at the
office, but unfortunately my responsibilities were time sensitive, and I was
going to have to work overtime.  Not a usual thing for me, but sometimes a
necessary.  I was busy typing away, and trying to get finished, when I felt
a presence at my back.  As I turned my head, there stood the uniformed wet
dream.  He smiled, and asked if there were someplace he could change before
going to the gym. He said that he liked to keep his work out schedule steady
even if on the road, and was planning on using the post gym.  I directed him
to the men's room on the ground floor, and said that if he needed anything
that I would be at my desk.

He smiled, thanked me for my help, and disappeared.  Somewhere in my head,
bells were ringing at this point. All my senses told me that there was more
to this scenario than I was recognizing.  Of course I was thinking this was
all wishful thinking and that he couldn't possibly be interested, or even if
he were he wouldn't do anything about it.  Again, I was wrong.  A few
minutes later he reappears, now wearing a silk running suit, with a white
tank top underneath.  This gives me a more than interesting view of both his
crotch and his nicely developed chest. Although I am certain he is very
hairy, his chest hair was closely cropped to leave only the subtlest of
hints.  He sat his bag down and asked if he might use my phone to make a
call to a buddy he was meeting later.  Of course I obliged.  Now you have to
visualize that I am sitting at what is called a receptionist desk.  There is
an elongated top that curves and connects to another modular piece.  I was
closer to the opening of the desk, and my phone was located right at the
curve.  The Major moved in behind me and then to my surprised, straddled the
desk, legs wide apart, and adjusted himself.  He then proceeded to make his
call.

As he does this eyes cannot help but look.  I assess the obvious bulge in
his pants, and noticing that none of these moves are done out of accident.
He stares directly into my eyes and makes it perfectly clear his intentions.
  At this point my heart is racing a hundred miles a minute, my palms are
sweating, and my mind is shouting, "This can't be happening!"   But of
course it is.  I decide to play along and see just how far this hunk is
willing to take this game.  I look directly into his eyes, and excuse
myself.  He gets very nervous and asks, "Where are you going?" "Oh, I am
just going to the men's room, you can stay here no one else is in the
building, and I have already locked the doors".  I walk down the hallway, I
can feel his eyes follow me, and instinctively know that he will follow me.
I reach the men's room, walk up to the urinal closest to the stalls, pull
out my semi hard cock, and wait. Sure enough, not two minutes later he is
walking into the men's room.

The men's room is a small space, and therefore the stalls are on the back
wall, with the urinals on the adjacent walls.  It is surprisingly configured
for cruising, as you can sit in the stalls, and be able to see who is at the
urinals, and what there cocks look like through the cracks in the door
assembly.  I stood there, slowly stroking my cock to full hardness.  I could
tell that he was straining to look through the crack in the door, and knew
that I had him.  I boldly said, "Why don't you come out here where you can
get a closer look at my cock?" I was nervous as hell.  Not only was I
playing at work, but with an Army Major. If caught we both would be in some
MAJOR trouble. But the scenario was too hot, and I was lusting for a taste
of this man.  He quickly came out of the stall and stood next to me.  I
turned toward him, and he immediately fell to his knees.  Then much to my
amazement he pulls out a bottle of poppers.  The man was certainly ready for
this one.

He took a long snort of the amyl, and then proceeded to swallow my hard
cock.  He was hungry for it.  He deep throated by 7" quickly, and was a man
possessed.  His warm mouth felt great, and the eagerness of his actions,
made my cock twitched.  I moaned appreciatively, and put my hands on the
back of his head. I was intent on fucking his mouth, and his ass.  I began a
steady rhythm that he quickly fell into pace with. His hot mouth, slobbered
my cock with hot spit, and he groaned with each deep thrust.  The Major then
pulled away and took another hit off the popper bottle, and then turned my
around.  I pushed my pants down to give him access to my ass.  He sniffed my
hole through my white jockeys, and buried his nose in my ass.  He then
proceeded to bite my cheeks lightly through the cotton fabric.  His hands
moved up the elastic bands, and tugged down on my underwear.  As the garment
passed over my bubble butt, he started to lick my crack.  Once passed my
cheeks, he spread my globes, and started to lick my sweaty crack deeper.  As
his tongue flit across my tender hole, I shivered with anticipation.  He
urgently went about sucking, licking, and deep tonguing my hole. I moaned,
and demanded he go deeper.  I wanted his rough tongue as far up my hole as
he could get it. I wanted him to taste me, the men he wanted.  This urgent
eating of my ass, was making me harder, and starting to leak with
anticipation.

I turned around and shoved my cock back into his waiting mouth. His face was
covered with sweat, and ass.  During this time he apparently had pulled his
cock out of his pants, and was furiously stroking it.  I wanted to taste
that hard soldier cock.  I made him get up and I then put myself in a
squatting position so that I could suck his dick. He was about my length,
but far more thick.  I swallowed that soldier cock and made sure I got his
weapon in my throat.  I licked at his piss slit and could taste his precum.
It was sweet and thick, and I wanted more, but not until after I had
conquered his ass.  From the moment I realized he wanted me, I knew I had to
fuck him. There is something very erotic about fucking a man of rank. To
dominate a man that has responsibility, power, and strength.  I love making
that man submit to his needs, and my cock.  All the while I was sucking his
cock I was pulling his pants down. Once to his knees my index finger quickly
found its target.  I sucked it into my mouth to lube it up and without
ceremony, began to push it into his warm hole.

I experienced little resistance to my intrusion, and proceeded to assault
his ass with another finger. Once I had three fingers easily passing through
his sphincter I knew he was ready.  Taking charge of the situation I ordered
him into the stall.  There I had him bend over the toilet bowl, with his
hands on the toilet seat.  I pushed his pants down to his ankles, and
admired the view. His ass was hard muscled and ready.  I squatted down
again, pulled his cheeks apart and allowed him to feel my hot breath on his
waiting hole.  I sucked his hole, tongued it deep, and spit lubed that
entrance.  I then got into position, and pushed my hard cock head into his
hole.  He groaned in pleasure, and pain, as my cock pierced his ass. It was
an intrusion, one he wanted, but needed to relax into.  I allowed him a few
seconds to become accustomed to my dick, and then slowly began to fuck him.
I grabbed his hips and thrust deeply into him. He yelled in pain, but wanted
more.  "FUCK ME" he whispered.  I ordered him to say it louder. "FUCK ME
SIR" he said in his best obedient voice.  The sound of his submission just
made me harder, and crueler. I began to assault his hole with vengeance.  I
no longer cared for his comfort, but more for his domination. I wanted to
possess this man.

I fucked him for what seemed like hours. I thrust my hard cock into his
wanting hole, with all my effort.  All the time he was face down in the
toilet.  The scent I am certain was a nice mixture with the amyl he
continued to snort.  His whole body reacted, and pushed against me with each
assault.  The muscled hole gripped against my cock, sucking it in deep, and
massaging it to orgasm.  I could feel my balls tighten and knew it would not
be long before I flooded his military guts with all my man juice. I asked
him if he wanted my cum. did he want me to breed his ass? He assented.
"FUCKING MAKE ME YOUR WHORE HOLE!" he demanded.  With that I increased my
pace, thrust deeper into him and let my juice coat his anal canal.  The
force of my orgasm was unlike anything I had ever experienced before.  The
intensity was staggering and I seemed to spurt lobs and lobs of sperm into
this man.

Finally spent I pulled out of his worn hole.  He immediately turned around
and stuck my cock into his mouth to clean it off.  He wanted to taste his
own ass, and my cum mixed.  He sucked my tender dick, with gentleness, and
with passion.  As he did so he continued to stroke his hard cock.  Then
suddenly, with a shudder, he shot his load on the tiled floor.  For more
than a few minutes his body rocked, as his orgasm spent.  He never took my
cock out of his mouth the entire time.  We both were spent, but like most
military guys, a wave of guilt, concern, and fear washed over his face.  He
quickly got up, got dressed, and departed the men's room.  When I got
upstairs, he had assembled his clothes, got his bag, and was waiting
nervously.  "I hope that you can be trusted not to speak of this", he said.
I look astonished.  "Of course, this was something between you and me, and I
will never let anyone know".  That seemed to reassure him and he left.

I stayed another 30 minutes to conclude my work, but have to admit being
distracted.  The scene had been powerful, intense, and wonderful. It would
be a fantasy fulfilled.