Date: Tue, 11 Jan 2000 16:56:33 GMT
From: story teller <lovehairydads@hotmail.com>
Subject: Big Hairy Boss

BIG HAIRY BOSS

I always had sexual fantasies about my boss, he has all it takes to make me
crazy about a man: he is 59, a big, balding and heavyset man; what is left
of his hair is cropped in a silvery crew cut. He used to be a semi pro
wrestler in his youth and it shows in his thick legs that always stretch
his pants to the limits when he seats; it shows in his huge biceps and
broad shoulders and pecs, busting his shirt at the seams; it shows in the
way his solid mass fills up his clothes: lots of flesh, all firm and not
shaggy.

I am his personal assistant and physically I am his opposite: I am a
swimming pool addict, small, smooth and trim. I just turned 40 but still
sometimes, when he is in very good mood, or when I've done some good job,
he calls me son.

I think he knows I am gay but we never discuss private lives, I guess we
have nothing much in common: he is the grandfather of three high school
students, has a wife who spends most of her time in their villa in a
Mediterranean island and from some remarks he dropped I believe he hasn't
had sex with her since the time the Beatles split.

We work well together, he doesn't believe in overstretched, overstressed
workaholic heroes: "You can only be clear-headed and efficient so many
hours a day, the rest is bullshit, lack of organization and ladder
climbing", he always repeats. So it is not a normal event for us to spend
very long hours in the office. But last week we had to: three secretaries
just passed on a bad flu to each other, and of course just before an
already tight deadline.

"Well, roll up your sleeves, son", he said, "while we're at it we better
make ourselves comfortable." He is always quite formal, I never saw him
without a tie and very seldom with his sleeves rolled up (which is for the
best, those thick hairy forearms would distract me too much from work, they
are so sexy, mmm).

Anyway, here we are alone in the building and he not only rolls up his
sleeves but actually takes his tie off, throws it on a chair and unbuttons
his shirt almost down to the navel.  There he stands in front of me, one
hairy paw inside his shirt, scratching that forest of fur, the other inside
his pants scratching his balls.

He smiles at me: "These jockstraps are so convenient to hold the big guys
in place, but after a day in the office one needs some release", he says.

I make a perfect idiot of myself, mumbling and stuttering something
inconsequential, taken totally by surprise: this is my boss? The man who
never-ever takes his tie off? Scratching his fur and his balls in front of
me? What now, is he going to ask me to suck his cock?

"Gosh, I could really use a good blow job I'm so tense. Best medicine I
know of, right son?"

He reads my mind too! Oh man I MUST react, don't be an idiot, but I can
only mutter a "Ugh, er, I guess so Mr. Corelli . . .", my voice trails.

But by then he is already sitting at his desk, briskly going through files
and details and last minute changes and all I can do is get down to my part
of the job. As usual we work well together and things proceed quickly, even
if I can't avoid peeking inside his shirt when he leans towards me pointing
out this and that, or when I go to his desk to ask for some advice.

His firm, big tits keep the shirt parted, allowing a good view of the hair
on his chest: a luxuriant, thick, dark forest with some silver in it. His
nipples press onto the thin fabric of his shirt, they must be huge, they
make a smaller mound on top of the bigger mounds of his man tits. When he
scratches his chest I try to get a glimpse but they are covered by his
hairy hand: it looks as if he is fondling them. Ok, I'm going crazy, my
boss is fondling his tits in front of me while we work in his office!

I try to forget that he mentioned wearing jockstraps. The thought of my
boss wearing them makes me queasy and excited, and why should he mention
that to me? Just a moment of camaraderie I suppose.

But from the corner of my eye I catch him looking at me: it's hot in here,
so I've made myself comfortable too and my shirt is unbuttoned down to my
navel, he looks at my smooth chest when I don't seem to notice . . .  or do
I notice things that are not there?

"Time for a piss break", he gets up and yawns and stretches his arms over
his head, pulling his shirt wide open with the gesture. Finally I get a
glimpse of a very large pink areola topped by a nipple the size of half my
thumb.

"Care to join me, son?", he asks.

"Good idea, I was so absorbed with those spreadsheets I didn't even notice
I need to piss like a horse". I'm getting bolder, see?

"Let's see who pisses longer", he adds playfully as we head for his private
bathroom. I almost giggle.

"Haven't done this since I was in his school", I tell him.

His face darkens just a little. " There are too many things I haven't done
since I was in high school . . ."

"Like what?", I ask.

"Well, like this, let myself go a little, talk dirty, talk about good
fucks, be buddies", he looks at me: "Tell me about your last good fuck."

"Aw, boss, as if you didn't know I'm gay, what do you care about that
. . .'

"Maybe I'd like it."

We are in his bathroom by now, and I am embarrassed but I also feel bold:
"You're playing with fire, boss, I need to piss badly and I can't do that
through hard on, stop teasing me and giving me false hopes", I fake mock
desperation. We laugh.

I go to the WC, get out my dick and try to concentrate on the task of
pissing, closing my eyes. Behind me I hear the rustling, muffled sound of
pants pants being unbuttoned, I hear him stepping close, closer. As I am
finally ready to release a powerful stream of piss his I feel his arm
around my shoulder, I open my eyes and gasp: he still has his shirt on but
his pants are gone. With his arm still around my shoulders he positions
himself closer to the toilet and smiling down at me he whispers:

"Will you piss on my jockstrap, son?"

The big ex wrestler leans back against the wall, parting his shirt open to
show off his incredible hairiness, teasing those big nipples with his
thumbs and thrusting the hugely swollen pouch towards me, brushing it
against my half hard cock, and I suddenly let go a stream of piss that
soaks his jockstrap and drips down his massive furry legs.

Still pissing, I press my cock against his crotch, my hands on his hairy
ass cheeks, pulling him closer to me and he leans down on me and thrusts
his tongue in my mouth.  We kiss for a long time and I am so much turned on
by kissing my boss that I almost don't notice he is now pissing in his
jockstraps, hit hot stream overflowing down our legs.

"Well, what a mess", I say when we emerge for breath.

"Come, let's go into the shower", he says as he takes me by the hand and we
jump under the hot water. We soap up each other, I love to touch him, feel
his body still firm under the soft layer that age and good food have put on
his muscles; and he is so fucking hairy and sexy with his jockstrap still
on, the wetness makes the elastic fabric almost transparent, swollen as it
is with the huge genitals trapped inside.

I try to slip my hand under it but he holds me back and whispers sweet
dirty thing on my ears, rubbing his big hairy body against the smoothness
of mine.

"Not yet, son, we have work to finish, go dry yourself and put one of my
bath robes over there - I want you to cum and piss in my mouth, and I want
to sit my hairy ass on your face so you can slurp and fuck it with your
tongue and then you are going to fuck your big old hairy dad boss - but for
now, back to work!"

He shoves me out of the shower with a slap on my ass cheeks and I do as he
says, he's the boss after all. While I dry myself up he pulls the curtain
and continues his shower, humming a tune. As I leave the bathroom, wearing
an oversized bath robe, he is still under the shower and sounding very
happy.

I resume my work, still dazed by what is happening but determined not to
disappoint my boss - oh no, not ever!

But he does little to help: he is back from the shower wearing only a pair
of fresh jockstraps that make him look more naked than naked, the outline
of his balls and cock clearly showing and thrusting out obscenely, his
large hard nipples pointing out of that forest of hair like an invitation
to suck them.

He's in very good spirits, winks down at me: "We better finish this job by
tonight, but I hope you don't mind if we take a short break from time to
time . . . just to feel you up, some little kissing and licking and nipple
teasing, nothing serious . . . " "Ok, you're the boss . . . " "Call me dad,
do you mind?"  "I'll call you dad for the rest of my life if you want me
to, it really turns me on", I show him my hard on, "boss is not that bad
though, especially when I get to piss on my boss."

We both laugh at that.

"I hope you won't mind to get some too", he says.  "From you anything", I
reply, and then I add, "daddy."  "Good boy, back to work now."

And work we do, long hours. But we leave our desk from time to time for a
little grope or lick or kiss. I drip precum nonstop, he has a large wet
spot on his jockstraps. To look at him is a sweet slow torture.

Finally our task is completed. He leans back on his big leather chair,
closes his eyes and draws a big breath, his hands clasped on the back of
his head.

While lies like this I straddle his lap and start licking those dark hairy
armpits, sitting on his hard cock, licking and kissing him all over. He
wraps his beefy arms around me and draws me closer, holding me tight.

"Feel your daddy, do you like that, son?"  "Mmm yes dad, make me feel your
hairy body all over me, I wanna feel you, touch you, lick you . . . " "And
suck my cock and eat my cum, will you?"

For an answer I go down on him, kneeling in front of his chair. He
straddles his powerful legs on the armrests and thrusts the swollen pouch
towards me, I can see his cockhead through the elastic fabric, wet with
precum; the shape of his huge balls; his hairy ass hole.  I lick and suck
and slurp wherever my tongue can reach while my hands work his nipples.  My
boss dad moans.

"Ooh yeah, good boy, suck the cock of your boss, eat daddy's ass, mmm
aaagghh yeah."

He pushes down his jockstrap, finally revealing his monster cock, the head
all wet with precum. Gosh, it's even thicker and hairier than I imagined it
to be: a marvel that I lick and slurp and swallow as much as I can. I
stretch my mouth to the limit to accommodate the pink apple cockhead, then
I proceed slowly down the fat shaft which he gradually thrusts a bit deeper
down my throat. I am amazed at myself, this is the biggest cock I ever saw
and it's almost all down my throat! Is he fucking my mouth or am I sucking
his cock, we are in perfect harmony, his pleasure my pleasure, my pleasure
his pleasure.

"Do you like your hairy daddy, son? Love you boss' hairy cock? Ahh yeah
suck, that so good."

He is really moaning and panting now, talking dirty and increasing the
rhythm.

"Twist these nipples son while you suck me . . .  aaaggghhh . . . yeah,
that's it, I'm ready, I'm coming, I . . . am . . . cummminnngg . . .
aaggghhhh . . .  fuck . . .  cum . .  piss . . .  eat this load son . . ."

I want to taste the sperm of my boss and my mouth slowly takes control. The
shaft is no more down my throat, only his cock head is in my mouth and I'm
teasing his piss slit with my tongue. And here it comes, hot blasts of boss
cum erupting in my mouth while he shakes all over, his hands stroking my
head.

"Yes boy, eat daddy's cum, eat it all, oohh . . . feels . . . sooo . . .
goood . . ."

For long minutes we do not move, his cock in my mouth, eyes closed, hands
clasped.  Then he helps me up and kisses me, a long fond kiss, and he
whispers in my ear: "I need a shower son, let's go . . .  and I don't mean
water!"


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