Breakfast In Bed

Keith’s shift had been quiet all night. Aside from some administrative work at his desk, he had done nothing, there wasn’t a single breakdown. Looking at the clock, he made a mental note. Almost 5;30, day shift will be here soon. With just an hour and a half left on this Tuesday morning, he had a growing anticipation for clocking out and heading home. Keith was bored and tired from lack of work and scrolling various social media platforms all night.

Ten minutes until six, his phone chirped. He felt the heat of a reddening flush rising up his neck while simultaneously reading the notification. The message, two simple words brought on an instant and soon to be an uncomfortable reaction. Day shift would be arriving soon. In a matter of minutes, Keith would be stuck in a shared office with a small gathering of coworkers all while his growing erection pushing against his jeans.

“G’mornin.” He responded to the cryptic message.

The second chirp went off just as the first day shifter entered the office with a strange look. “Who’s texting you already?”

“The wife.” Keith answered, the heat of his face threatening to betray his lie.

It was a simple and enthusiastic, “Yes Sir!” In response to the final text.

Keith knew it was the last one. He was well aware of their ritual. As aware of it as he was aware of the odd and uncomfortable angle his hard dick was pushing against his pants, trying its damndest to rip out of the denim cage.

His only hope was that either he would soften enough to hide it when it came time to stand up and put his tools away or that the office would mostly clear out before that time came. After that, it would just be him and his first-shift replacement in the small block room. He would be at his desk and busy getting the day's work sorted and assigned. He’d be too saturated in that to look over the dual monitors on his desk to see anything.

Unscathed is how Keith felt when he succeeded in cleaning his tools, putting them in their correct drawers, and locking his toolbox. All he had to manage, without discovery was a quick walk to the time clock and a long walk to his truck.

His cheeks flushed light pink and heat spread throughout his body as Keith tried to ignore the heavy weight of his stiffening cock. He walked across the parking lot with purpose, while hoping the coworkers he passed paid no attention to his tented crotch. Well, there were a couple guys he passed on occasion that Keith thought could be a benefit to him if they knew his secrets.

There was a love-hate relationship between the embarrassment, the humiliation he felt, and the erotic excitement. The embattled feelings volleyed between his cock swelling with the possibility of someone seeing it and the rumors they’d inevitably spread about him throughout the plant. As much as he tried to redirect his thoughts, to save himself from discovery, it was useless. He was reminded of why his body was reacting this way with every thoughtful attempt, every friction-inducing step. Either only served to stoke the fire two simple worded texts had already ignited in him.

It was five minutes after seven, halfway to his truck when his phone pinged for a third message. This one sounded more ominous to Keith. “I’ll be naked in my bed, waiting. Don’t make me wait long.”

The communication before that only consisted of confirming Keith’s availability and now he was given his orders. On these mornings it was always the same clandestine intentions, “Good morning.” followed by “Do you have plans?”

Keith knew that meant Robert was in need of release. A release he’s been told was so much more intense when it was down Keith’s throat than it was with any other cock sucker Robert knew. Those words circled Keith’s mind that morning during his short drive.

Keith was familiar with the routine. The front door would be unlocked, he was expected to strip naked in the foyer of the expansive house and enter the master bedroom with a tone of submission and ready to serve. Unlike other Doms Keith had played with in the past, with Robert eye contact was encouraged.

Vulnerability washed over Keith as he peeled his work shirt off and over his head. Involuntary tremors raced across his body when he stepped out of his blue jeans and boxers and kicked them against the wall. This was it, the part he loved most about presenting himself to Robert, vulnerability and acceptance.

Robert groaned with wanton hunger when Keith filled the doorway of his bedroom. A greedy smile spread across his face and his dark lust-filled eyes raked over Keith’s nakedness. “Good boy.” he said, his voice was low and gruff.

“Good morning.” Keith offered.

“Fuck, I need your mouth this morning.” Robert told him. He shifted to the center of his queen bed and spread his legs. He pointed to where he wanted Keith, between them.

Keith walked teasingly slow, taking his time looking from Robert’s eyes, down his smooth chest until he stopped at his hard cock laying expectantly up his belly. His mouth watered, the sight of the man lying in wait for him was exhilarating. The knowledge that his mouth was Robert’s favorite mouth encouraged him to give his all to the man for their short time together.

Keith climbed on the tall queen bed, letting his fingertips graze up each of Robert’s legs as he moved. He leaned back on his heels and moved his hands up Robert’s stomach and chest before he braced himself on either side of Robert’s head. Their two cocks brushed against each other when Keith leaned in, pulling a throaty groan from the man below him.

Their lips brushed gently for the thinnest of a second before Robert pushed in greedily and consumed Keith’s mouth, their breath held stagnant while Robert plundered in the warmth of Keith’s mouth. Keith whined into the other’s kiss. Robert’s hand was wrapped around the nape of Keith’s neck holding him from retreat

Robert released him when he was satisfied that his position was thoroughly communicated and Keith pulled away, panting for the oxygen Robert tried to rob him of. He placed one more soft kiss on Robert’s lips. He lined Robert’s skin with small damp places with each following kiss down the same path his hand previously traced until his chin touched the soft wanting crown of Robert’s straining erection.

Keith licked his lips before he ran his tongue around the crown of Robert’s cock. He licked down the bottom side of his shaft and back up before opening up and wrapping his lips around the center of the velvety soft hardness.

He drug his lips up making a vacuum sound when he came all the way off of the cock he was worshiping. Looking up into Robert’s eyes, Keith’s mouth curled into a subtle smile before taking Robert's cock down to the hilt.

Robert groaned absolutely animalisticly against the wet warmth of Keith’s mouth on his hardness. “This is going to be quick.” Robert begrudged. “You left me wanting last time.” Keith hummed a muffled apology into the cock in his mouth. “My cum slut is about to get a three-day load.” He finished. “I got one shabby blow job while I was at the beach. Make me forget it.”

As bad as he felt, Keith was ready to make up for the interruption of their last meeting. He starved for Robert’s cum. He craved to hear the sounds Robert made when he emptied himself into Keith’s mouth. Besides, time was short so a quick nut would assure he didn’t have to leave without taking complete care of Robert’s needs. Again.

Keith worked fanatical, up and down Robert’s shaft, giving a slight twist and the top. One hand held the root of Robert’s cock the other brushed lightly across his stomach until he heard Robert’s breath catch.

“God I want to fuck you!” Robert growled.

Keith reverberated a whimper into Robert’s cock. There really wasn’t time for that, Keith knew he only had a few minutes before he’d have to be walking out of Robert’s house, disheveled, hard, and wanting. His wife would be at home with breakfast on the table. But fuck, he wanted to make sure Robert got all he wanted this morning.

It was only seconds after hearing Robert’s filthy wish that Keith decided that time was less of a concern than giving Robert everything. Sliding his lips up and off of Robert’s cock, Keith begged, “Fuck me. Please? I need to feel you.”

He looked up over Robert’s cock, into his eyes trying to force his own eyes to translate that need to Robert. The need to feel Robert push through his ring and fill his hole grew with every second waiting for Robert to approve.

“Please Sir?”

“What about the time?”

“It’ll be ok.” Keith whimpered. “Please, let me feel you take me?”

The silent confirmation came when Robert started to sit up and sent excitement coiling in Keith’s stomach. He dutifully stood and silently padded to the spot where Robert’s lube was stored. With a small puddle in the palm of his hand, Keith stroked and slicked Robert’s cock before reaching around and sliding his slick fingers in around his hole, careful not to ruin the next part.

Robert positioned Keith belly down over the tall bed with his erect cock pushed down pointing at the floor and lined himself up with Keith’s wanting entrance. With no preparation, not because of the time crunch but because that’s how Keith liked it, Robert thrust hard and fast, forcing himself through the ring and deep into Keith’s core.

The ripping heat that radiated from Keith’s ass outward made his body involuntarily jolt forward and he cried out. Robert knew how Keith liked it and had strategically placed Keith between his body and his bed so there could be no reflex forcing him to pull away. He buried himself deep into Keith and held himself there for a couple clicks.

When the ripping pain faded, Keith settled and pushed back into him, Robert took the hint and took what he wanted. Pistoning hard and fast into Keith’s channel and back out, Robert fucked those sweet, dirty sounds out of Keith and into his mattress with hard long strokes.

With Keith’s face buried into the bedding. The sounds he made were pain and pleasure rolled all into a series of wordless groans and grunts. His hands were white knuckled and fisted into the duvet. Robert watched his back muscles contract and loosen in time with him slamming into Keith. What a sight to behold.

The manly bulk of this mechanic, submitting to his every whim, giving into his every desire, and enthusiastically offering Robert either, or both of his holes was so heady. The power he felt in these coveted moments was intoxicating. There was little better in life than standing over a masculine man and fucking him like a little bitch.

Suddenly, Robert pulled out leaving Keith’s channel abandoned and Keith breathless and whining for more. He pushed backward, desperate and searching for Robert’s cock and failing to make contact. He looked over his shoulder, quietly asking why he was left gaped and empty.

As if Robert had read his mind, he said “I want to cum down your throat. I’m going to rinse off.” And he hurried into the en suite.

He was back within a minute, his cock glistening wet and clean. Keith was naked, kneeling on the floor next to the bed in wait when he returned. Robert smiled as he passed the man on the floor and sat on the edge of the bed expectantly.

“I fucking love your mouth. I cum so fucking hard inside it.”

Keith crawled, closing the short distance to Robert, and brought himself between Robert’s legs. Coiling his fingers around Robert’s shaft, he stroked slowly with one hand and cupped his tight balls with the other. Keith looked up through his eyelashes, “I’m happy when you cum in me Sir. Doesn’t matter where.”

He ran his tongue up the bottom of Robert’s shaft. When he got to the top, he opened up and took Robert all the way to the back of his throat. He worked his mouth’s magic and worshiped Robert’s dick. Long slow strokes up and down his length, pushing himself down onto it as far as he could, letting it rest still against his tonsils. Keith waggled his tongue at the base of Robert.

Robert moaned his pleasure in deep exaggerated sounds when Keith found a rhythm between his mouth and stroking his spit-soaked hand along the root. Robert’s body tensed and his breathing stopped. There was a long low groan.

He knew what was next. Joy coiled in Keith’s stomach as he brought Robert to the pinnacle of his orgasm and sucked him over. Robert growled so loud that Keith would be watching for nosey neighbors when he walked out of the house in just a few minutes. His salty cum filled Keith’s mouth. He slowed his pace, careful to milk every drop of Robert’s need without wasting any out of one of the corners of his lips.

Robert twitched and his body writhed until his cock started softening. His sounds were quieter but just as guttural when Keith withdrew Robert from his mouth and swallowed his seed and breathing before he took Robert’s softening cock back into his mouth.

Motionless, he held it there, feeling the slowing contractions and softening flesh on his tongue. The muscles in his jaw were stretched and starting to tire. Keith wanted to just let Robert spend his refractory period resting in his mouth until he was hard and ready for more. There wasn’t time for this needy lollygagging. Not this morning.

A sultry image flashed briefly in his mind. Keith was kneeling on the floor between Robert’s legs. His mouth wrapped possessively around Robert’s soft cock. Robert was sitting on the couch in his silky red bathrobe watching TV and drinking coffee. The only exposure was the trimmed pubic hair. He was totally ignoring Keith whose only purpose was to hold Robert’s cock in his warm wet mouth while he watched his show. He’d make sure to offer that up in the future.

Finally, Kieth released Robert’s cock. “Mmm thank you.” Keith said.

“Thank you.” Robert responded. “Maybe next time I’ll fill that sweet ass with my cum. It can be your reward for being such an unselfish boy.”

“Maybe next time.” Keith confirmed. “I’m all yours Sir. Any way you want me.”

When Keith was finally dressed, he stood in front of Robert who was still naked. He craned his neck and raised up on his tiptoes to offer his mouth one last time. Robert took one more kiss, this one satiated and soft before Keith turned to leave.

He noticed one neighbor, a guy next door trying hard to be inconspicuous and pretending not to see Keith leave. He squared his shoulders and walked confidently to his truck thinking about all the sounds those poor people must hear coming from Robert’s house.