Gay Erotic Stories

It was 7:30 and I was just getting into the office. I liked getting in early so I could leave at a reasonable hour, many of my coworkers at the agency liked to show up at 9 or 10 and stay till 7 or 8 at night. The president had no problem with me front-loading my day as long as my work got done, so that was my daily schedule. The other reason I liked getting in early was my supervisor, Carl. I liked sitting in his office for a half hour just bullshitting about everything and about the women in the office who outnumbered men by 5 to 1.

I noticed Carl when I first interviewed for a position at the company. While I didn’t interview with him, I saw him up front at the fax machine and thought he was a guy on edge. He was about 5’10” with an athletic body that has expanded just a bit. His obviously athletic cut suits and shirts became tight-fitting suits and shirts, but they didn’t look painful, yet. He had brown hair and a mustache – an almost an unheard of thing in NYC in the 90’s. He kind of glared at me and I guess the only way to describe his posture was as one of permanent flex.

When he looked at me, I felt a bit uneasy, like this guy was going to be a problem. He looked like a guy who had a criticism regardless of the work presented to him. Thank God I wasn’t going to be in his group. My office was down the hall from his and we talked almost daily, mostly it was a crude remark or an insult towards me, but always with a smile and I learned that this was Carl’s way of making friends. After about one month at the company, the president transferred me into Carl’s group.

As the weeks in his group wore on, I found myself in Carl’s office a lot. We wrote copy and brainstormed a few creative campaigns and bullshit with each other. Our office had several middle-aged women in it, all of whom were rumored to have slept with Carl at one time or another. His secretary, the VP of technology, the president’s secretary, all of them hot in their own way and all, his conquests--this made him very intriguing to me especially since the EVP was sure he was gay.

Carl didn’t wear undershirts and wore a lot of cologne, he had a penchant for gold bracelets on his thick wrists, he looked like a gigolo. I could see how the older women went for him, his grooming was straight out of the Burt Reynolds hirsute 70’s man genre, but in the mornings, when he was fresh from the gym with new cologne on and that whole edgy vibe going, I just found myself having thoughts that I didn’t want to have. He’d shake my hand in the morning and for the better part of the day, I’d catch myself sniffing my hand at my desk. People must have thought that I was doing coke in the bathroom from all the times I scratched and rubbed my nose.

He used to sit at his desk with his chair pushed all the way out with his left foot up on the chair, opening his legs to whoever was in his office. His tight dress pants outlined what looked like a very thick cock that ran down his right pant leg. At first I made every effort to look him in the eye or look at the work on the desk, but as the weeks wore on, I found myself sneaking peeks at that mound in his crotch. Sometimes, I even caught myself staring!

As the weeks went on, I also found myself daydreaming about him. I would small my finger at my desk, think about his bulge and grow a raging hard-on! I thought about us in all sorts of gay porn scenarios, usually with me servicing his every sexual need and whim. I’d jerk off two or three times a day, mostly with my left hand, since I was smelling him on my right hand. I’d go home and sit on a dildo and moan his name. But I was too chicken to actually say anything to him.

One morning at out usual bullshit sessions he was feeling a little loose. We were talking about his secretary and he was telling me how he jerked off thinking about her a half hour ago in the gym shower, and he made a point to tell me he didn’t finish. He was sitting in his usual leg-up posture and he looked a bit bigger than usual. And I was staring… Carl said, “Do you enjoy looking at my dick?” to which I replied, “I don’t see your dick”.

Carl reached down and without moving all that much, pulled down his long trouser zipper and fished out a beautiful, thick, semi hard cock and let it drop in his lap. He wasn’t wearing any underwear – I wasn’t surprised. He put one arm on the arm of his chair and the other rested on his desk. He just sat there, looking at me look at his cock slowly getting harder and harder. It was really a piece of art, thick, vein covered, cut with a nice slit at the end and a great bush at its base. It was dry, clean and I could smell his musk even over his cologne.

It was beautiful and free and, I guess, mine if I wanted it. I looked at him and he had a shit eating grin on. I had no choice, I got up, walked around his desk and dropped to my knees on the carpeted floor. I reached out slowly to hold it in my right hand when Carl suddenly smacked my hand and shook his head. “No hands, sweetie.”

I rested my hands on his chair and slowly approached his cock. I took a long sniff and stuck out my tongue and licked his slit, making a drop seem to appear out of nowhere. I licked that up and finally went in for the kill. I kissed the tip of his cock and opened my mouth to suck in the head. It popped in my mouth and I moaned as I tasted his head. My cheeks caved in as I sucked in more of his manhood and took as much as I could into my mouth.

I looked up at him and he was smirking at me as nodding as I started bobbing my face on his cock. I began rubbing his thighs with my hands and he threw his head back and took me by the hair. He slowly regulated the speed and depth of the blow job and began fucking my face by thrusting his hips into me.

He looked down at me and smiled an evil smile. I took it all in looking at his face, his thick arms and barrel chest and thought that I was in heaven, worshiping his cock and holding his manly legs. His tight pink dress shirt and black pants gave him the look of a stud. His chest strained the buttons as it heaved with each breath. His cock was like granite as I worked the head. I took my right hand and held the base as I pumped and sucked it as if I were starving.

I felt like such a bitch on my knees, between his legs sucking his dick. But my enthusiasm for it and the fact that he edged himself a short time before led him to tighten up. He held my head still and released 5 squirts of delicious, salty cum down my throat. He let go of my head, but I continued to milk his cock to get ever last drop. As I gently suckled on it, his demeanor changed and softened.

“Shhhhhh, that’s it, love Daddies cock. Oooh, that feels so good, you’re so good at this. Take all you want.” He whispered and as I sucked, he got softer and softened.

Satisfied that I drained all I could, I slowly let his semi hard tool slip from my lips. I got up and went back to my chair. My own hard-on made a nice dark spot in my pants. Carl took a tissue and dried any drool left on his cock and put it away, zipping up in silence. I was beaming, smiling from ear to ear and so was he. We both knew that this was the beginning of something hot.

About ten minutes later, the elevator rang and someone arrived for work in the office. I shook his hand, making sure to get it good and stinky and headed for the bathroom. As I floated out of his office, I thought of all the different ways I was going to get Carl off while employed at the agency.

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