Business Fun

I could still hardly believe what had just happened... I just went down on my boss, who was only too happy to indulge one of my long-time fantasies -- without any prompting whatsoever. I always admired him from afar but now I was up-close and personal... to give you an idea of what he looked like -- he could basically be Richard Burgi's twin. He'd probably age well into as hot a daddy as the actor did. But now he was definitely in his prime. 

Victor was right in front of me, the extra tie around his neck still wet and crumpled at the spot where he used it to gag himself to kick our adventure off. He took his phone and started thumbing through it, typing something, then swiping again.

"Here, Tom," Victor handed the phone to me. Whoa. Here was Victor, tied up and gagged. But not from just minutes ago. This time, he was on a couch, shirtless, ropes crossing his body, a blue ballgag filling out his mouth.

"Wow... I don't even know what to say! What is this?"

"Well, here's the story... my neighbor buddy happens to run a gay bondage website," Victor explained. "I found out totally by accident. We were just hanging out one night, having some beers, maybe he had one too many when he came clean about it. He showed me a few of his guys, and maybe I had one too many, too, cuz I just said 'can I try it a little?' He went over and took out his toy chest, so to speak. I coulda just kept it simple with a piece of tape or a bandanna or something, but my liquid courage told me to go for a ballgag. So what you see there is basically my first time."

I could feel myself getting hard all over again hearing this story. Goddamn. 

"That was a few years ago, and I model for him here and there. Make a few extra bucks on the side."

"Wow, man, that is.. really fuckin sexy," I said, handing back the phone. Then I glanced over at a picture of Victor's wife, and suddenly felt a twinge of guilt. Was I really that kind of cliche homewrecker? Victor must've read my mind. 

"Tom... don't worry... Lisa and I... we love each other but it hasn't actually been working for years."

"... So says just about every guy who just cheated, dude..." It was getting serious now. But Victor wasn't fazed by my comment.

"Let me explain a little... we never really wanted kids... we had fun, we respect each other, but we were always in an open marriage. She did her thing, I did mine. We've been separated for about a year, and I mean honestly we're talking about just making it official and divorcing," Victor said. "We're working that out, but there's no hard feelings, there's no limits, we knew what we signed up for with each other. It's fine."

I felt a bit more reassured.

"I'm sorry about that, Victor... that seems complicated."

"No, don't worry about it. It's all good," Victor said. "But yeah, anyway, when I saw you watching that onlyfans video... I just couldn't help but see if you really were into it. And I'm glad you were, because you're one good cocksucker."

I smiled at the compliment. I started tenting again after that rather too-serious detour. I got up and Victor noticed and raise his eyebrow.

"So, you took care of me..." he got on his knees, reached for my pants and undid the zipper. "And now, let's take care of you."

Victor started stroking my dick, using my cum from just moments ago to lubricate and move things along. Then he put his mouth on the tip, tasting my cum. I moaned as Victor licked along my shaft. Usually, I would close my eyes and tilt my head back, but I was focused on watching my hunky boss, on his knees and sucking me off. It's not that it was the best blowjob ever (it was fine). But it was a sight I wanted to sear into my memory. Victor picked up the pace bobbing up and down and I bucked along with him as we found the right rhythm. 

"Do you want to take my cum down your throat?" I asked him.

"Mmmhmmm," Victor mumbled as he locked eyes with me. I knew I'd be ready to burst soon. He fondled my balls with one hand, and grabbed my asscheek with the other, his fingers tantalizingly close to my hole. But not pushing in between the cheeks. I guess he wanted to leave a little mystery to our new relationship. But I felt the next surge coming.

"I'm cumming, Victor. You ready?"

"Mmmhmm. Mmm."

I unloaded into Victor's warm mouth. My jizz went straight for his throat and he gagged quite a bit. He didn't do this often, I guessed. But again, no real complaints. He pulled his mouth off, with cum and spit spilling out. He used his hand to wipe up the mess as it dribbled down my shaft and his chin, and scooped it into his mouth. 

"Fuck... I don't do this a lot," Victor admitted, suddenly almost sheepish as he caught his breath. "Hope it was alright."

"Yeah, man. You done good."

Victor chuckled and then pulled himself up off his knees. We kissed again. Again, our cum mixing between our tongues. We didn't come up for air for a minute or so. We just were too into each other at this point. As we embraced, I moved my hand down to his ass, big but firm in his pants. 

"You got any plans for the weekend?" Victor asked.

"Not specifically..."

"Why don't you come by my place Saturday," he said, now that we were basically done with our makeout sesh and I was putting my dick away.

"Let's do it."

To be continued...