A Hot Fucking Mess

Our story opens in an office, one on the third floor of a building in an office park. It’s late, after eleven at night. The cleaning crew have been gone for over an hour and the parking lot is nearly empty.

With only the desk lamp illuminating the top of the desk and the glow of the computer screen the office is dark, almost silent, except for the heavy breathing of Benjamin Randall Morris. He’s an Executive Vice President of Communications, a title given him to compensate for the small raise and bonus. He is thirty-six years old, sick of his job, and sitting naked in his high back chair defiantly jacking off. On the computer a gang bang, five guys in various positions sucking cock and fucking ass.

As he moved his hand down his eight-inch cock, he let the frustration of the last two weeks fade from his mind, even if for only a few minutes. He grunted, then moaned as he stroked himself up, pushed his arousal until his cock was rock hard and his nipples so sensitive a little twist and squeeze made him moan. When the last of the cleaning crew left, he had finished reviewing the budget reports for two new projects. He had discovered one in his group had fucked them up. It was something similar nearly every week making him stay late making corrections or redoing some report.

Tonight, had been one fuck up too many, especially after the boss called him in to give him the good news of his promotion, and the small raise and bonus that was promised to be better when he got the new projects ironed out and brought them in below budget. He wanted to punch a wall. He wanted to go to the person who fucked up the budgets and cuss them out. Instead, he stayed late, corrected both budgets, then sat back thinking of his frustration, and how he needed to get laid.

As usual, he thought of Carl who was one of riders for his bicycle weekend rides. Tall, lean, and a nice round ass that just begged to be fucked. He thought of Rusty and Bill from the gym he only managed to get to two, maybe three times a week. Bodies sweating and straining at one of the weight machines, and it made his cock stir to think of them. Then there was Marcus, another gym member who was young, muscular, and rumored to be available. God how he wanted to fuck that red head in the ass. He became aroused thinking of these guys, considering the sex he wanted to have with each. After looking out the window seeing no one within their company was still at work, he stripped. Every garment, including his socks, until he was naked. He sat down and toyed with his cock, imagining it was Carl, then Marcus touching him. He scooted his ass to the edge of the seat and spread his legs as he got rock hard. He looked down his body at his cock, all eight fucking inches of it. He was six foot tall, with a toned build, one he wished was more muscular, but one that the guys still desired. Rubbing one hand up his chest over both nipples, he slowly stroked his cock with the other.

He closed his eyes and thought of another he wanted to fuck. About five foot eight with a lean build and a boyish face. Chase Robinson, twenty-one, maybe twenty-two, and working during the summer as an intern in their mail room. Ben pictured the guy pushing the cart into their office area, blonde hair hanging over the face, partially concealing the blue eyes. When handed mail or some package, he had noticed the feminine hands with their long thin fingers, and wondered what they would feel like wrapped around his cock. He felt his building desire for release, that moment of supreme pleasure right before eruption. He pictured Chase with his easy-going smile. He pictured Chase sucking his cock.

Ben’s cock flexed in his hand, swelled thicker, then flexed with each spurt of cum as it ejaculated wad after wad until it covered his chest and stomach. He was a mess, a hot mess, but sated and drained of his frustrations. He swirled a finger through one pool of cum as his cock stayed half-hard.

“That was impressive.”

Ben struggled to sit up as he futilely tried to cover up. He looked up to see someone in the darkened doorway to his office, then he recognized it was Chase Robinson.

“W-w-what are you doing here?”

“I had gone for drinks and dinner after work,” said Chase coming into the room revealing he was down to an untucked white T-shirt and khaki pants, the dress shirt and tie abandoned. “We were out longer than intended and Henry just dropped me off to get my car. I guess you’re wondering why I came back up?”

“Yes,” Ben replied, resolved to the fact Chase had him, naked, and covered in cum, and there was nothing he could do about it.

“I saw that BMW of yours in the parking lot and decided to come up and see if you needed a hand with anything.” Chase laughed at the implication as he came around the desk until standing in front of Ben. He moved up close, right between the knees, then went down on his.

Ben gasped as hands slid up each thigh, then watched wide-eyed as Chase leaned over him and dragged a tongue up his stomach and over his chest. It was ticklish and arousing, and his cock stirred as the tongue raked through pool after pool of cum. Suddenly a hand held him by the chin, and Chase was kissing him, probing his mouth with a cum coated tongue. He couldn’t stop himself. He sucked the cum from it while working his around it. Chase pulled back, looked him in the eye, then playfully gave him a quick kiss, just lips touching lips. Then Chase was standing between his legs tugging off the T-shirt.

“I’ve wanted you since day one. Jesus, I can’t believe this happening,” said Chase as he tossed the T-shirt on the floor revealing the lean body, skin smooth and toned.

Ben just sat back and watched as his cock rolled over his abdomen getting hard. Chase kicked off his shoes while undoing the khakis. The pants were removed, then without hesitation, the boxers. Chase stood before Ben, tugging on a thick cock Ben knew would be bigger than his own.

“Fuck,” Ben whispered.

“Yeah, plan on it, but first you suck,” said Chase stepping closer.

Ben watched Chase reach out, then felt the hand grab him by the hair. A rough tug and his face was pushed into the growing cock. He inhaled Chase’s scent, rubbed his nose through the sparse pubic hair trimmed down short, then he put his lips to the cock and moved down its growing length until he was able to capture the head in his mouth.

“Yeah, suck me,” Chase uttered.

Ben sucked. Worked his mouth on that cock until drool dripped from his chin and he was breathless. He tongued the head, moved his mouth along the length of it with tight lips, then he held his mouth open and tongue underneath it as Chase fucked. Then he was gasping for breath while Chase moved back, grabbed him by the hair again tugging him out of the chair.

Roughly, Chase dragged him to his desk. He saw his keyboard and notepad get raked right, a stack of documents and empty coffee cup raked left. Chase pushed him over his desk, wedging his head beneath the pole mounted monitor. There was just enough room with his head turned sideways and he felt pinned down, made worse by having his legs kicked apart.

“Spread ‘em,” exclaimed Chase.

Ben reached back and spread his ass cheeks. He felt how it exposed him to Chase. How his own cock pinned against the front of the desk flexed with his arousal. Then he felt it, a tongue dragged up his ass, then did it again, and again, this time centered on his tight opening. He moaned despite himself and banged his head on the monitor when he tried to raise up to look back.

The tongue pulled away and something larger, more blunt pushed against his wet hole. He wondered if he could really take it, then shuddered with the pain of penetration.

“Fuck,” Ben cried out, making Chase chuckle.

“Yeah, feel the burn bitch,” Chase taunted Ben while pushing inch after inch inside him.

With hands on his waist, Chase began to fuck him. A slow deliberate pace letting him feel every fucking inch sinking into his body. He reached over with his right hand, fingers outstretched until he could feel it, Chase’s thick cock pushing inside him. Chase pushed inward, all the way, roughly, pinning the fingers between them, and when Ben pulled them back, Chase tightened his grip and began to fuck harder, faster, slamming into Ben’s depths.

The desk rocked beneath Ben and his cock banged against the front of it as Chase fucked his ass. He moaned and grunted then found himself begging to be fucked harder. The sound of Chase smacking against his ass, its rhythm aligned with the fullness of every penetrating push inward, made his cock flex as it painfully pressed against the desk.

Chase shoved into his depths and Ben felt a shift in position with the grinding of hips against his ass. Then a renewed fucking, Chase banging his insides until he saw stars.

“Jesus, fuck me,” Ben exclaimed as his own cock drooled down the front of his desk, then smeared it around.

As cock banged his insides, Ben clutched each side the desk while rocking with their fuck. Chase leaned over his back, kissed across the shoulder blades then nipped at the skin beneath his neck while continuing to fuck. Ben felt his own building need for release, how his rock-hard cock pressed against the desk until he had to cum.

“I’m going to-“ Ben stammered then gasped for breath while shuddering and jerking with release. His cock flexed with every ejaculation as Chase continued to hammer his insides, unrelenting, not slowing for a moment while he came. Then he was spent, and Chase was shoving inward and shuddering against his ass.

“Take it…take all of it,” Chase uttered.

 

 

Ben found himself on his knees and a wet, slimy, and a still very hard cock in his face.

“Suck,” barked Chase.

And Ben leaned to the cock sinking it into his mouth. He moved on it thinking Chase was just making him clean it off. But the cock stayed rock hard, even flexing against the roof of his mouth. Then it was hovering in his face.

“I’ve wanted that ass since my first day and I’m not stopping until I’m satisfied,” said Chase. “Get down on your hands and knees and show me that ass again.”

Ben complied, moved around and into position. A hard smack to his right ass cheek, a chuckle from Chase, then that flared head of Chase’s cock moving up and down between his cheeks. He felt the slick cock raked over his leaking hole, smearing cum and spit over his ass, then he felt the cock press against his opening.

“Goddamn, how can you still be tight,” Chase uttered.

Ben held his head down seeing his own cock hanging heavy between his thighs drooling with his arousal. He saw Chase’s legs between his own while feeling cock breach his opening and sink into his hole.

“Fuck yeah, take me…take all of me,” Chase uttered in a low breathless voice.

“Yes,” Ben whispered as he felt the fullness of Chase’s penetration again.

Chase began to fuck, working cock into Ben’s depths. The pace of the fuck increased rapidly until once again the room echoed with the sound of flesh smacking against flesh, of Ben moaning and grunting and gasping for breath, and of Chase’s profane utterances.

A smack to the left ass cheek, then cock buried all the way inside his hole, and Ben felt a hand slide up his back, over the back of his head, then ball into a fist grabbing him by the hair. A rough tug back and he found himself pulled up on his knees, back arched, and his cock pushed out in front of him, flexing up and down, and drooling with his arousal. Chase continued to fuck, every thrust inward a smack against his ass. He took his own cock in hand and stroked the drooling slick cock increasing his arousal to the breaking point.

“I’m going to cum,” Ben exclaimed.

“Do it. Do it, cum for me,” Chase whispered into his ear.

As cock piston in his depths, Ben shuddered with release, his own cock flexing in his hand as he continued to stroke it until nearly spent. Then Chase was pushing him over until his head was on the floor, each wrist held tight, up and behind him, while cock hammered his insides. He rocked with their fuck, face smearing cum over the floor and his spent cock flopping between his thighs. It seemed to last forever, this second fuck, Chase just hammering his insides until he was hot and sweating.

Gasping for breath, wondering how long Chase could go, Ben finally felt him slam into his depths and shudder against his ass.

“Fuck,” Chase exclaimed.

 

Ben sat on the floor watching Chase dress unable to think of him the same way. No longer some kid interning over the summer. As Chase tugged on his T-shirt, Ben considered him as a man, one who knew what they wanted. He looked at the front of his desk and the floor below where he came the first time, then he looked at the floor around him. Chase chuckled, and Ben looked up at him now fully dressed, making his own nudity feel more pronounced. Cock flaccid, his skin flushed, red in places, and smeared with cum. Chase stepped over to him, tousled his hair, then grinned at him.

“You’re really a hot fucking mess.”

At first Ben didn’t say anything, but when Chase was about to step through the door to leave his office, he finally found his voice.

“Hey…can we…get together again?”

Chase looked back and smiled. “Of course, but next time it will be at your place.”