Business Fun

I woke up bright and early Friday, actually rearin' to go into the office. It's not that I hated my job or was feeling burnt out or anything like that. But now I had more than just eye candy in suits surrounding me. Victor could be a... well... play partner. 

After showering up and getting dressed, I added two more items to my messenger bag... a tube of lube and a butt plug. I wasn't down for wearing it all day like some kinksters might. But I might have an opportunity to duck into the bathroom, slip it in and have it gape me for maybe an hour. I still wasn't sure if Victor was ready for ass play, but just in case he wanted to slide that big cock of his into my other hole, I wanted to make sure it wasn't TOO tight in there.

I zipped up the extra compartment that never got used and went off to work.

It didn't take long to spot Victor once I arrived, he was in the big boardroom with all glass windows with a couple of other executives for their morning debrief. Oh how I wanted to debrief him. And the other hunks around him. If only...

I sat at my desk and got to work on the files I was supposed to finish last night before our steamy encounter.

I couldn't help but notice Victor glancing at me more than usual. Flashing his beautiful smile. Any time he passed by my desk, his hand just grazed my arm or shoulder. It wasn't anything obvious -- or hell even sexual -- but with yesterday's context in mind? Mmm, this guy knew what he was doing.

When lunchtime came, I decided it was time. I got up and took my bag as usual and headed off to the bathroom, locked the stall, and fished the butt plug out. Squeezing the lube on it and using what was left on my finger to prep my hole. I positioned myself above the toilet seat and pushed the plug in, bracing myself against the stall door with one hand. A few seconds of effort and a grunt or two later, and I felt it penetrate. I breathed as I pushed it in to its hilt, my anus feeling nicely full again. I pulled my briefs back up, the tight fabric helping keep the toy secure. 

It was a little adjustment, and I walked a little funny for a few steps. Or maybe I was just self-conscious about getting caught. I don't know. Either way, I washed up my fingers, and headed out. 

Right as I pushed the button to send for the elevator down, Victor "just happened" to come out into the lobby. 

"Hey, Tom," he said almost sheepishly.

"Hi, how's it going?" Ridiculous small talk.

"Off to lunch?" Well, obvi.

"Yup, you?"

"Yeah..." Victor trailed off for a few seconds. "Care to join me?"

My asshole clenched around the plug. 

"Yeah, let's do it."

We stepped into the elevator. It was just the two of us, yet we were silent once we stepped in. But I could feel his gaze on me. I could tell, if not for the security camera in the corner, he would be on me like white on rice. And I on him.

We got out on the parking deck level and he led the way to his car. Once we got in and got settled, Victor yanked on my tie and put his lips on mine. A small peck quickly turned into so much more as I felt his tongue pry my lips apart, his hand on the back of my head. We made out for a minute like this before Victor remembered we were still out in the open and anyone could see us, and we might have some explaining to do with HR if the WRONG person saw us. 

"What are you doing to me, Tom," Victor said in a low breathy tone. I just smiled at him, giving him my best bedroom eyes. 

"So where we going for lunch?" I stupidly changed the subject. 

"You'll see," Victor played coy as he turned the car on and shifted gears. 

As we drove, we talked more about what happened between us.

"You know... I've sucked dick before, and I've gotten tied up," Victor said. "But somehow I've never put two and two together."

"Really? What ever stopped you?"

"Well, I mean it's easier finding someone to blow you or vice-versa than it is to find someone who'll also whip out handcuffs and ballgags."

"Yeah, true enough," I chuckled, thinking about my own few-and-far-between escapades, where there always seemed to be that one itch few seemed to be willing to scratch even in the deep throes of sex. 

"And my wife or soon to be ex wife didn't really get the bondage aspect either. She did it once with me but she wasn't really feeling it."

"So your neighbor with the porn site... you and he never....?"

"No. I mean I've thought about it. He's quite the sexy fucker. I dunno, I've just never crossed that boundary with him? Somehow it feels safer to have a friend tie me up and take pictures of me for strangers to jack off to than it does to have him do that AND suck each other off? I can't really explain it. And he's pretty professional with what he does, too... He respects limits, he doesn't go further than any of his models want to. He might encourage them to do more, but he doesn't coerce or anything like that. He's had plenty of straight guys come on and if you go on his site, you'll notice they might be buck-naked and you'll see their ass as they struggle -- but never their actual cock. For some, that's the red line. And he doesn't cross it."

I found it all fascinating, and wanted to know more. 

But first, lunch... I shouldn't have been TOO surprised where we ended up... a gay leather bar called Screwdriver. I guess during the day it's also open for some simple bar eats? 

We got out and headed in. It was pretty dead inside. I figure the action will come once the sun sets. We freaks come out at night, after all. Still, we sat down and ordered our food. I told Victor a little more about myself, how I also rarely had the chance to satisfy my kinks, and how I couldn't really be out and open when I was younger, so my firsts weren't until college. It was good conversation, felt like we really got to know each other on a bit of a deeper level than just the superficial. I was mesmerized too by being so close to this beautiful man throughout. My ass kept twitching, the buttplug moving ever so slightly. I licked my lips several times, and not just because the burger was delicious. 

Finally, it was time to go and I said "bathroom time?"

"Yup," Victor said as he paid the bill. I don't think he knew what I was about to show him. How could he?

We went in there and he pissed into the urinal -- as one does. And then when he zipped up and washed up, he noticed I didn't go at all.

"Uhhh... weren't you gonna use the bathroom?"

I smiled at him and pulled him in for another deep kiss. It was so much more comfortable here, standing up than cramped in a car. We were ravenous as if we hadn't just each had a hearty meal. Our tongues hungrily lapping at each other. Moaning, I felt his pecs through his shirt. He felt up my arms, then grabbed my ass as we ground our crotches against each other. We were both hard. Of course. That's when I decided to show him the surprise. I pulled down my pants and tight briefs. My cock jutted out, but rather than telling him to get down on his knees, I turned around and bent over so Victor could see my plugged hole.

"Holy fuck... is that? How long have you have that thing in there?"

"Just popped the fucker in before I ran into you in the lobby."

Victor got down on his knees, and surveyed the discovery, his hands massaging my ass cheeks. My sphincter twitched again and that got his attention. With one hand, Victor started maneuvering the plug, pushing it in, shifting it up or down, each milimeter of movement eliciting a gasp from me. 

"It'll be about time for me to take it out, though," I told him. "Would you care to do the honors?"

"Sure.... I've never done this before," he said. 

"Slowly, now..." I instructed him. His nervousness was so adorable. I helped him along, pushing the plug out as he gradually pulled on it. 

"Ah! Whew!" I caught my breath as the thick part escaped my ring. Smooth sailing from here on out. 

"Looks pretty clean!" he said, surprised.

"Yeah, I clean myself if I'm expecting... or hoping..." I said. 

Victor laughed nervously. 

"I don't know right now... for now can I just..." He stopped speaking and turned me around, and put my cock in his mouth. 

I could hardly believe it -- AGAIN. This time we were in basically a public bathroom, anyone could walk in on us. Even if this was a gay bar. But I'm the one who opened this door, so let's step right on through. Besides, by now I really fuckin needed to nut. 

Victor did what he seemed to know best, licking along my shaft, taking it in, his tongue playing around with it while his hands cupped my balls. He wasn't trying to deep throat this time. We still had to go back to work, after all, and needed to look MODESTLY presentable. Not with his spit all over this suit and tie. I didn't want to make too much noise to alert the bar staff. I loosened my tie and stuffed most of it in my mouth to muffle my sounds of pleasure. I figured if anyone asked I could just say I got it dirty at lunch and didn't have an extra. Wouldn't be a lie. 

Finally, I came. And into Victor's throat my seed went. He didn't break eye contact. I pulled out of his mouth and wiped my cock on his lips. He looked like he was in heaven. 

"Again I say... what are you doing to me, Tom?"

I leaned back against the sink, breathing heavily, my spit-stained tie tumbling out of my mouth finally. He smiled and helped me tidy myself up. 

As we walked out of the bathroom, the bartender with his tight T-shirt showing his pecs and muscles winked at us. If you know, you know.