I worked late a lot. I was going after a promotion, and that was one of the things I had to do. I didn't have anything worth going home on time for, anyway. I lived alone, and hadn't dated in so long I'd forgotten how. So...each weekday night found me sitting burning the midnight oil at my desk. Weekends I burned whatever it was you put in a lamp on weekends. I was basically miserable, lonely and exhausted.
I was sitting with my feet up on my desk one night, staring out the window at a perfectly round moon when there was a knock at the door. I mumbled something, and in walked a handsome young man who looked like he'd repeatedly ran all his fingers through his hair after wrenching the knot in his tie loose. His face was tight with stress and his hands shook. 'Accounting,' he said by way of introduction. 'I'll give you anything you want if you'll talk the copy machine into working.' I smiled, tossed down my pen and went out to look at the machine. Five minutes later, the handsome young man was watching it spit out his copies, and groaning his thanks. He grinned. 'I meant it,' he said. 'Anything.' Without thinking, I said, 'blow job.'
It had been an attempt at humor. I swear. I wasn't particularly horny, and hadn't been in a long time. So long it was making me nervous. So...when I found myself backed up against the copy machine, pants down around my knees with the handsome young man lustily sucking my cock, at first I was bemused. My, my, I thought. This is interesting. Then...this is...good. This is really good. Then there was no thinking for a long time, as he used hands, lips and tongue to drive me out of my mind. He sucked like a dream. I looked down at him. His eyes were closed, his concentration intense. His lips were tight around my cock, and slid up and down so easily. His tongue was wet and playful, sliding all over my cockhead and down the shaft. One hand followed his lips, adding to the sensation; the other caressed my balls gently. I put my fingers down and slid them through his thick, soft hair. The eyes opened and smiled at me. Blue eyes with flecks of green. 'Uh,' I said suddenly, and the eyes flashed at me as the mouth suctioned to the spongy tip and greedily took every drop of my cum for swallowing. I hooked my elbows on the copy machine for support as he stood, wiping his lips. 'Tasty,' he said smiling. 'Damn, I needed that.' I gaped at him. 'You needed that?'
I needed help as I limped back to my office. He put my arm around his shoulders, held onto the wrist, then dropped the other hand to cup and squeeze my ass. The whole process would have been easier if I'd pulled my pants up, but neither one of us thought of it. I ended up spread out on the couch, pants still down, with my new friend tonguing the hell out of my navel. I looked at him. 'Name?' I asked gently. He looked at me, eyes sparkling. 'You want to name your belly button?' he asked grinning. I grinned back at him. His humor was infectious, and heaven knows he had the most talented mouth on the planet. 'No,' I said with a chuckle. 'My name is Todd. What's yours?' He laughed. 'Actually, it's Wilbur, but I'll go on sucking and licking things if you'll limit it to 'Will.'' I laced my fingers behind my head and wiggled my eyebrows. 'I don't know,' I said thoughtfully. 'I kind of like 'Wilbur.' You may have to suck and lick a lot of things.'
Oh, shit, did he ever. My navel got the most thorough reaming it had ever had, then his mouth moved up to fasten on my right nipple. He sucked it until it was a hard, dark pink projectile and I was gasping helplessly. Then he went to work on the other and raised it to the same condition. Then he took my mouth with his tongue. His tongue was warm, wet and agile. It examined my mouth, played with my tongue and my lips, then flicked over my bottom lip as he sucked it into his mouth. Through it all he made a low, barely audible purring sound. No one had ever kissed me with suck obvious delight in my life. I felt the tears roll down my cheeks but was powerless to stop them. When the tears touched his face, he lifted his head and looked down at me with an expression of profound understanding. 'I'm actually not easy,' he said softly. 'I just made myself a holy vow. The next time I was attracted to a man, I was going to fucking do something about it. Take the risk. Or, in your case, jam the copier.'
I played football in high school, and showed Will everything I remembered about tackling. He went flying, ended up flat on his back as I tore the clothes from him as carefully as possible and fastened my mouth on his gorgeous cock. I sucked him harder than I'd ever sucked anything or anybody in my life. My head flew up and down, my lips wet and tight around his shaft, one hand pumping, one squeezing and rolling his balls. He curled up around me, one hand on the back of my head, the other on my back and held on for dear life, gasping and choking out half-sentences of incredible pleasure. I assaulted his cock. I sucked him with a demanding fierceness I'd never felt before. He was going to cum so big that I'd feel it myself. I hadn't wanted all the orgasms of my life combined as much as I wanted Will's orgasm. When he finally peaked, he opened his mouth and screamed. He screamed loud and long, then slammed into silent workings of his mouth, still cumming but unable to produce anymore sounds. I think every muscle in his body spasmed hard enough to rattle his teeth, but he just kept pumping cum into my eager mouth. I swallowed all I could.
I caught his head before he banged it on the floor as he fell back. He twitched a few times, and looked at me with blind eyes. 'Uh,' he said. I got up, poured us two glasses of brandy, and held his to his lips. He sipped, getting most of it in his mouth, then looked at me. 'Uh,' he said again. I stripped off the rest of my clothes and held him tight, soothing the trembling fit that hit him. He calmed, then his body started to shake again. I looked down at him, and he was laughing...helplessly, tears streaming down his face. 'Shit!' he managed to say. 'Holy shit!' I laughed with him, for a long time. When he finally regained motor control, he did so with a vengeance. I ended up on my stomach on the floor, spread eagle, his marvelous mouth doing wonderful things to my ass.
He licked and nibbled both my cheeks as his hands massaged me, coming teasingly close to my crack before moving away. Every time I lost control and thrust my ass up at him he bit one cheek and slapped the other. I'd never been controlled by a lover before, and found it incredibly powerful. He teased, I thrust, he bit and slapped. He teased, I wiggled, he bit and slapped. I whispered 'no, no, stop!' Bite, slap. My cock was so hard it hurt. Finally, he used his thumbs to spread my cheeks apart. He ran his tongue around the hole, drew lines from the hole to the end of my spine, then from the hole down to my balls. He kept his agile tongue away from my hungry pucker itself, until I thought I'd go mad. I thrust my ass at him, and he bit the bottom softness of my ass hard, and slapped me. Ecstasy. Sheer ecstasy. I whimpered and wiggled as he bit and slapped me until I was so aroused I was pounding my fists on the floor without realizing it. He stabbed my ass with his tongue, thrusting it in as hard as he could and I shuddered and howled. This time, he demanded I raise my ass as he buried his face between my cheeks and used his tongue on my hole.
I kept my head and shoulders down, my ass as high as it would go, as he tongue-fucked the hell out of me. It was incredible. He licked, stabbed, wiggled...every movement his tongue could do. I was dimly aware of his palm against the head of my cock. Gathering precum, I realized. He used the precum to lubricate my shaft as he began to pump me. His hand rapidly slid up and down my rod, almost demanding to milk the cum out of me. Between his tongue taking my ass, and his hand taking my cock, I was nearly insane. I bucked my ass back, then humped my cock forward to fuck his hand, chanting his name over and over again. It went on forever, then my body called it quits, pulsing streams of hot cum into his hand. My entire nervous system blew out, and I went over in a heap. I felt him move, but he had moved to sit astride my thighs. I managed to get both hands up on his knees.
Eventually, my vision cleared and I looked at him. He smiled down at me. I sensed some kind of movement, and my eyes found it. He was gently massaging his cock, using my cum as lubricant. I put my hands behind my head and got comfortable. He smiled dreamily, and stroked as I watched him. Gradually, his cock grew hard again. His movements quickened as his breathing grew louder. He began to gasp, pumping his hand faster and faster, his hips thrusting. I heard him whisper my name just as he started to pulse long white streams over my body. He shuddered, then came forward, his palms hitting the floor. He eased himself down to my chest, sliding his warm cum between us. I wrapped my arms around him and held him.
I got the promotion, despite having almost completely given up working late. When I do have to stay late, Will stays with me. On those nights, the copier usually jams.