Yet Again
Of course, I remembered his phone number.
I haven’t stopped thinking about him for a week. Every night. Every day. Just thinking about the big man in the white Lincoln made my cock swell every time.
I’ve been quiet this week, contemplating life, feeling like I’m going nowhere and more confused than ever. Darren hurt me. I swore I was done with married guys. I was done messing around myself. I was at my wit’s end. Knowing that I was hurting my wife just as much as I was hurting myself.
But I was hornier than ever. All I wanted was to escape.
Allie was at her parents with the kids that Saturday. She said I looked tired, and told me to stay home to rest. I needed the break. She wasn’t wrong.
When I was alone, and my thoughts turned again to the stern looking, grey moustached man who had unfolded himself out of the white Lincoln, lit his cigar and filled my ass with his thick cock, I didn’t think twice before I grabbed the phone and punched in the numbers I had memorized every day since I saw him.
“Bruce Armstrong.” His voice was still just as mesmerizing, answering the phone with his full name rather than a simple hello. Just hearing the clipped, deep voice sent waves through me.
“Bruce?” I asked more nervous than I expected.
“Yeah.” He responded, more clipped and terse than his initial answer, not asking a question just answering an obvious one.
“It’s Brian. We met the other night.”
There was a pause and I wondered if I caught him off guard.
“Is this a good time?” I added, trying to find a way to make sure I wasn’t blindsiding him. He did say call anytime after all.
“It’s always a good time where you’re concerned.” His voice softened a bit, and I pictured him grinning at me over the phone. “I was hoping you’d call at some point. Glad you remembered my number.”
“Glad you gave it to me.” I matched back, feeling the easy banter with him. I relaxed a bit, my cock already fully hard in my jeans as I sat on my couch, barefoot, adjusting my bulge to get more comfortable.
“I’ll give you more if you want.” His voice was suddenly lower, quieter, sexier. “Been craving me, boy?”
I felt the surge of adrenaline coarse through me. “I have. Been thinking about you all week actually.”
“Oh yeah?” His voice was now gruffer. “Well, I’ve been thinking about you too. And when I can sink back into that ass you sexy fucker.”
“I’d like that. You going to be cruising at the lot anytime soon?” I was nervous, knowing I didn’t have a place. Knowing he probably didn’t either. And without really thinking the parking lot and the woods was our most realistic solution.
“You local?”
His question surprised me, and I paused to consider why he was asking. “I am. Not far from the parking area we met. Why?”
I heard him moving around and wondered where he was. He was obviously on a cell phone, and I could papers being shifted or shuffled.
“You free now? I’m at my office. You can come here.”
My heart was pounding. “Isn’t that kinda risky?”
He gave a little chuckle. “It’s MY office. I own it. My partner is away. Would be just us. Two offices, a small kitchen, a conference room, and a lobby and waiting area. Discreet. Private. And I’m hard as a rock right now just hearing your voice.”
His voice was full of lust. And my breathing was picking up. I tugged at my erection, sitting up now, ready to move.
“So…if you can get your cute little ass over here I’ll fuck you in every possible place in here.” He added, deepening his voice, and adding a slight pant to the end as I heard him moving. “Right now.”
“Give me the address and I’ll be right over.” I breathed out.
In ten minutes I was parking outside the building where he had instructed. He gave lots of instructions actually, making sure I was clean and wearing a jock, telling me where his office was, where to park, and which door to go to. It was a small building tucked behind a larger one, in between a real estate agency. He was a joint owner for some new tech business, something app related, with a guy that was the tech genius, where he was the business guy. Previously he had been the president of some travel agency he told me, but had left to start up this with an old friend. He gave me enough information to let me know he wasn’t some scary guy, plus I’d see soon enough the name of his company outside the building he was now luring me to.
And the funny part I wasn’t scared or nervous at all. I knew his full name. I knew where he worked. I knew he smoked cigars. I knew he kissed amazingly, and fucked like a passionate man. I knew he reminded of so many men who’d had me in the past, and after just one discreet encounter, I felt like he was all of those past favourites, all rolled up into one.
And now here he was, inviting me to his private place, because he trusted me enough, and he wanted me just as bad.
As I walked towards the back door, I saw the big figure lingering in the hallway, pacing. As I neared the door, I saw him more clearly, Bruce, the big grey haired, grey moustached guy, filling the entire doorway with his body, pushing the back door open to me in the afternoon light on this Saturday, looking just as fucking sexy as he did the other night.
He was dressed similarly, with black dress pants and black dress shoes, shining in the sunlight. His shirt was different thought, this time a short-sleeved polo type, a light blue cotton knit, with a white thick stripe around each end of the sleeve and a white collar, the two buttons undone over his beefy torso. His arms were huge, bigger than I even anticipated, biceps thick and defined like two giant balls. He had on the same thick silver watch around his giant wrist again, his silver rimmed glasses sitting on top of his thick nose, and those dark eyes of his were already staring at me with a look of pure animalistic hunger.
“Fuck me, you look even better in the daylight.” He said as I stepped right up to his massive body as he held the door open for me.
That scent of his drifted into my nose, all manly and fragrant, with a musky woody smell that turned my crank even more as he dwarfed my size, looming over me as he closed, and then locked, the glass door behind me.
“So do you.” I said, feeling the shakes hitting me as I heard him inhale deeply, likely breathing in my own fresh smell as his big hand moved to my lower back and he gently pushed me forward, into the hallway that led to a wooden door which was already open.
Inside was a small area with a few chairs and a table that we quickly walked by and then turned the corner and he guided me into the first office. It was large, with a big desk and a large black chair behind it, with wall-to-wall bookshelves full of knickknacks and stuff, making it look like a manly, welcoming space.
I went to move to the chair across from his on the other side of the desk to sit down like I was here for an interview, but he stopped me, turning me around with a hand on my waist and pulled me into his rounded hard gut and big pecs and lifted my chin up to his descending face.
That slow, sensual kiss was happening again, and I relaxed, feeling his tongue slide into my mouth as he gave out a low rumble inside his throat. His big hand slid around my back and down over my ass, squeezing it hard as his other hand joined in the grasp, pulling my front into his, feeling his erection through his tight-fitting pants.
Then he stopped the kiss, holding me tight against him, and pulled his face a bit back and looked down at me.
“No one here to worry about. And I have an idea on where I want you first.”
He didn’t wait for an answer, just reached down for my hand and took it in his, the warmth of him radiating through me.
With just one kiss today, and the way he was leading me, I was already thinking things about him I knew I shouldn’t. I’ve been down this road before. But I couldn’t help myself.
I stared at his round ass as it moved when he walked, pulling me along behind him as we walked back towards where we came in and went in the opposite direction to the other side of his entire office space. He led me into a separate room, a large one, with a long conference table and 10 chairs around it. It was dark mahogany wood, and all the chairs were swiveled black ones, with a small fridge at the far end, and a small table beside it with a coffee maker and essentials beside it.
Bruce pulled me to the head of the table, walking in front of me, and led me to where the one chair was before he let go of my hand, and then moved the chair out of the way and moved me to the end of the table.
“Take your clothes off.” He ordered, and then walked away from me, moving around me and down the other side of the table where he went back to the door to close it, before he went to the other head of the table and sat down on the black chair opposite me, giving me a raised eyebrow. “Go on. Door’s closed. No one’s here. Just us. I want to see you naked.”
I grinned, feeling rather erotic, and started by kicking off my shoes and peeled off each sock before I reached for the bottom of my shirt.
“Slowly.” He said, pushing his chair back a bit, folding his hands together over his stomach to watch me.
I paused, lifting my shirt slowly up, over my bare skin, focusing on him watching me when I pulled my head free. I undid my jeans even slower, teasing him with my zipper, pushing it down over my thighs and bending down to step out of it, showing him my black jock I had put on for him.
He made a sound, like an appreciative groan, and told me to turn around. I did, pivoting slowly, showing off my ass in the jock before I returned to face him at the other end of the table.
He stared at me through his glasses, not moving, just smiling. I stared back, feeling self-conscious and exposed. Then his eyes glanced at my jock.
“Fuckin’ hot body there you little stud. And I like that.” He whispered, shifting a bit in his chair, leering at me, pointing at the jock.
I looked down, wondering if he wanted me to leave it on or take it off. But before I could decide, he shifted again, and I watched him undo his belt, slide it out of his pants and toss it on the table, the buckle clanging loudly as we stared at each other. Then he glared at me as he undid his pants, spread the fly open wide to show off his bulge in his black underwear before his big fist reached in and he pulled out his hard cock, laying it out for me to see. I watched it elongate, unfurling before my eyes at the far end of the room.
He pointed to the table. “Climb on the table and come and get it boy.” He said quietly.
I did, still moving slowly, feeling like a tiger slowly going for its prey. My prize was the thick piece of meat, laying out for me to grab on his black pants, twitching as he flexed it for me, his chin now resting on his knuckles as his elbow rested on the arm of the chair, waiting for me.
I reached the end of the table and I could smell his cock, aching for me to reach out and take it, but I waited, his dark eyes staring at mine. I couldn’t decide if I wanted to kiss him, or lean over and suck his cock back. Just as I made my decision, he slowly stood up, pushing the chair back carefully, standing up straight so his dick was at my face as I waited on my hands and knees on his conference table. His hand moved to my face and he lifted my chin up just to the right level for his cock as he moved it towards my mouth.
I opened up for him, and let him guide it directly in between my lips, the taste of him reminding me of the last week, out in the woods, and the smell of him and his cigar permeating my senses. Now it was just him, this big man, this successful man, this horny man, feeding me his cock.
His hand moved gently around my head, pushing himself down my throat until I gagged, then pulling back knowing he went too far. His big fingers danced in my hair as he started to gyrate into my throat, doing all the movements as I remained on hands and knees, letting him fuck my face. I listened to breathing and the sounds he was making, along with my own slurping sounds, making his dick harden even more.
I heard the belt sliding on the table, and then felt the leather around my neck but I didn’t stop. He pulled it tighter, bending over me to adjust as I continued sucking back his cock. When I looked up at him, he had the belt around my neck and was holding up the one end, grinning down.
“Fuckin’ hot boy.” He whispered over me as he lifted his shirt up over his belly. He was smooth, his belly button exposed, slightly out on his hard gut, until he lifted the entire shirt off his upper body, careful not to disturb his glasses or the hand holding the belt. I groaned when I saw his bare skin, his pecs big and round and muscly, his shoulders very powerful looking, and those biceps looking even bigger now with the shirt. Veins ran along his shoulders, and down his arms, making him look like a wrestler that overate. His pants remained on, just his cock out, his fly open, and his hips moving in and out towards my mouth.
He gave a little yank and I felt the belt around my throat as he moaned out a “Yeah boy” and picked up the pace. He pulled the belt taught, and then grabbed the back of my head tighter, moving his cock into me, forcing me to breathe out of my nose as he stuffed my throat.
“Fuck yeah. You want to taste my load boy?” He asked, gripping my head tighter, pushing my nose into his groin and his pubes as he began to buck faster.
I let out a muffled agreement, not letting up, feeling the tightening around my throat, as he kept at it. I propped myself up with one hand and gripped the base of his cock to twist it and sucked harder. I was more in control, making sure I didn’t gag, readying myself to taste this hot man’s cum.
He started hissing and grunting as his fingers dug into my skull, and he thrusted into my mouth, his cock hitting the back of my throat as he started to unload thick wads of salty, tasty cum right down my throat. I swallowed, gripping his cock, trying to breathe to make sure I didn’t spill a drop. He pushed again, shuddering a bit, his voice loud with groans and grunts, as he held my head to his hips, feeding me every last ounce of his juice.
I watched his still hard cock move away, admiring the size and thickness of it, slick with my own saliva and the remnants of his load, the head of it shiny in the light, his round balls tucked underneath, just over the black dress pants.
“Fuck.” I moaned out, wiping my lips with my free hand before I palmed the table again, and looked up at the sexy man.
Bruce grinned and bent down, still holding the belt strap, and kissed me, hard, while he moaned into my mouth, tasting his own cock and cum on my tongue, before he stopped abruptly and stood up straight.
“Turn around boy.” He guided me with his hand, turning me like a dog on a leash until I was facing away from him, my feet dangling over the table, my ass in my jock now facing him. I glanced backwards, watching him sit back in the chair, the belt strap now resting on the table despite being still around my neck. He gave his cock a few strokes as he looked at my exposed ass.
He reached up to me, his hand warm on my ass, caressing each cheek and back of my thigh, before running along the jock, feeling the elastic waistband, giving it a little tug and snapping the band around my waist.
“Looks sweet boy. You like having your ass rimmed?”
I nodded, watching him lean in, before I felt that tongue tentatively lick my hole. I moaned out, closing my eyes, and let him feast on me.
He was a pro, taking his time, licking his way up and down, kissing spots of me that had never been kissed, using his fingers and tongue to play and eat my ass. I rested my face at one point down on the wooden table, feeling the hard cool surface against my cheek as his face slicked up my other cheeks.
He loved my ass, and spent a long, long time rimming me out before he stood up and I heard the sounds of his pants. I pushed myself up and looked back to see the powerful bare legs of his at last, lightly hairy, big and wide like the rest of him, with veins running along the top of his muscular thighs, down over the curves of calves to his black socks. He reached down and pulled each sock off so he was completely naked thankfully, making him look like one of the smooth muscled wrestlers I used to get hard watching on Saturday morning TV.
But here was an older looking one, ready to fuck me on his conference room table.
His cock was hard again, and I watched him spit in his hand and lube himself up as he stepped up to me. I felt his thumb first, digging into me, before he added the head of his cock to where his thumb was as a sort of target. And when he felt the tip of his cock find its entrance, he pulled his hands away and let them hang down by his sides as those dark eyes found mine.
“Tell me you want it.” He said, holding his cock poised at my hole.
“I want it.” I moaned out, trying not to push backwards as I felt myself opening up for him.
“I don’t believe you boy.” He grinned.
“Fuck!” I moaned. “God, I WANT IT!” I groaned out and couldn’t resist pushing my ass backwards, making him grin wider as he sunk into me. I let out a sound, gritting my teeth as I felt his entire cock slide into me, stretching me once again and making me see stars.
I let my head fall downwards as I waited, feeling his hands run gingerly up my back as he tried to soothe me. “There you go boy. Breathe. You’re all fuckin’ mine now.”
He waited thankfully, until my head lifted, and I turned to look at him, his bubbled pecs on display, his one leg in view looking so fucking huge, and the feeling of his hands lightly moving all over my back made me move first.
I pushed myself backwards, taking him in deeper, causing him to moan and smile at me. “You ready for more boy?”
“Fuck yeah. Fuck me Bruce!” I purred out, bracing myself on the table as he started to move. He grabbed his own ass as he started to gyrate for a moment, before he grabbed my hips and the slapping sounds of our bodies filled the room.
I watched his head roll back, his eyes open as he stared at the ceiling. “Fuck boy! I’ve always wanted to fuck someone in here!” He roared out, slamming himself into me. My knees were sore already, letting him stand behind me, pulling me into his thighs.
But then he moved me forward, pushing me down the table as he began to crawl up on it with me, making sure not to extract himself from my ass. I questioned the weight of us on the table together, but it was big enough for his body over mine.
I made sure his dick stayed buried as I felt his body surround me, pinning me down onto the cold table. His body was hot, and massive on mine, his legs pinning mine together, his cock pushing in further as his arms went around me.
His face was suddenly at my ear, his glasses against my cheek as I turned to kiss him. He pulled his glasses off, tossing them sideways and went to kiss me again, as I tried to see what he looked like with them on.
“Holy fuck!” I moaned, unsure of what I was moaning at: the way he was moving inside me, the way he felt around me, or the way he was kissing me again.
It had been too long since I had a giant naked man around me. I grabbed his wrist, so thick around my fingers as I felt his pecs against my back and his hot breath in my ear.
“I could fuck you all day Brian.” His voice in my ear, the way he said my name, made me moan. I kissed his forearm, noticing the tattoo on the underside of it. It was an anchor, faded and old looking, blonde hairs on the surface. His arm was huge, and I kept kissing his skin as he humped me on the table.
I looked at the chairs around it and thought of men sitting around the table, watching our romp, turning me on even more. Then he pushed himself up, and sat back on his feet, flipping me over by my legs, so I was on my back. His cock was still in me, and the rotation caused me to groan.
And then he was over me again, grabbing my head to kiss me as he pulled my body into his, fucking me even harder on the hard table.
“I’m going to flood your guts.” His face was inches above mine, and his nose was touching mine. My mouth was open, panting, as my body rocked under his. He was fucking me hard, the table was practically moving and rocking itself as I grabbed the back of his shoulder blades.
“Do it!” I moaned, sliding my hands down and grabbing hold of his thick glutes, which made him groan.
“Yeah that’s it boy, grab my ass!” He kissed me again, hard, shoving his tongue into my mouth, making me groan in his mouth.
I thought the table was going to break the way he was pounding me but I held on, feeling my cock trapped between us. I used his body to press myself against him, feeling the need to cum with him, grabbing his ass tighter and pulling him so close to me we almost fused.
“Holy fuck Brian!” He grunted and pushed himself up to grab the table edges. I let go of his ass and grabbed my cock to free it from my jock, jerking it hard as I stared into his eyes. His face contorted and he squeezed his eyes shut as he rammed himself into me uncontrollably.
When I felt him cum in me I groaned, locking my feet around his lower waist to make sure he didn’t pull out as he bucked wildly, harder than ever into me. I clung to him as he rode it all out, expunging every last drop of himself into me before I started to unload my own.
“Oh fuck YES!” He roared again, staring down over me, watching me jerk myself off as I sprayed my cum over my own body.
I was still slightly spasming as he pulled my body up off the table, still attached to his cock, and his head went to my cum covered abs. With a growl, he began licking it off me, his moustache tickling my still sensitive body as he lapped it all up, holding me against him, his tongue out moving up to my neck, until he had pulled me up into a seated position on his lap as he sat on his feet.
Our lips met again, the taste of my own cum on his tongue, feeding me, and me hungrily sucking it back.
He felt good around me, squeezing me tightly, holding me against him. I adjusted, moving my legs around him, still keeping his thick cock buried inside me as I sat around him. And there we were, in the middle of the giant conference room table, naked, save for my jock, making out with each other, without a care in the world.
When he stopped to smile at me, his grey moustache tickling my nose, our eyes inches away, he rested his head on my forehead and let out one long breath.
“Holy fuck Brian.” He laughed, clasping his hands together behind my back and nudging his nose against mine. “I think I’m in love.”
I was still dizzy, my heart was racing, because he just took the words out of my mouth.
And I automatically thought, here I go again.
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