I graduated from a very conservative law school and was eager to start my career as an attorney. My specialties were copywriting and patent litigation. I’m Josh….raised in the mountains of western North Carolina. My grandfather owned a Christmas tree farm and I’ve always been a hard worker. The fall I went off to college I was finally free of working tagging and cutting Christmas trees. Fast forward to seven years later I had completed school and landed a job in Charlotte. My grandfather loaned me the money to buy my first adult car. It was a pre owned Volvo. He wanted me to have a very safe, dependable vehicle. Yes, I’m his only grandson and I’m very lucky to be loved and cared for.
Once I landed my job my first grown up decision was to purchase a townhome. Pops gifted me the down payment and again I was most appreciative and grateful. I’ve settled in to my adult life and loving my career. I admit I spent too many hours at my job and worked many late nights due to overseas calls and emails that functioned on other time zones. One night I was at work and was waiting to place a call to Switzerland at 2 am . I walked into the commons kitchen area and prepared a cup of coffee and picked up a pack of nabs…aka…cheese crackers. Yes, as a southern boy…I still used expressions some may think as country.
My business call was a success. I discussed contract negotiations regarding a patten for a software development that was being developed for the medical field for cancer patients that monitored when a port needed to be replaced and linked that data to a smart phone or watch.
The guy on the other end of the line was extremely knowledgeable and fuck….his voice was so fucking sexy. I will be traveling to see his operations in six weeks. We have been in contact for over six months. I’m attracted to him and I sense a vibe from him that he is willing to explore a time of getting to know each other in a way that isn’t work related.
When I ended the call I was so fucking hard. I knew I was alone and at 2:40 am…hell…I pulled out my phone and pulled up my favorite guy on an adult site and spend time stoking my cock. I dropped my trousers to the floor. Pulled down my Mr. Davis boxer briefs and stroked my cock. About ten minutes into edging my fat leaking cock….I turned my office chair around and noticed this stud of a man watching me. His identification tag had a name ….Samuel in bold letters. Without saying a word he approached me, dropped to his knees and gingerly kissed my leaking mushroom head. His mustache felt great on my dick. He ran his hands over my legs and enjoyed my thin sheer over the calf stockings. Within minutes I had his cockhead out and tasted him. We got on the floor and positioned our bodies in sixty nine formation. It was amazing sucking his fat cock. His balls smelled of a sandlewood scent.
He wasn’t much of a talker but he moans were all the encouragement I needed.
Samuel pulled me up….used his beefy hands to spread my cheeks and he drove his tongue in my man pussy. My tennis coach in college turned me on to that treat. I love getting fucked…but having my hole eaten….good god! I lubed him cock and he fucked me over a wing backed chair arm. We lost all track of time and about an hour later….one of the senior partners stood in the doorway and said….Samuel, I told you he would be a great fuck. Mr. Higgs approached me…unzipped his trousers and fucked my face. I’ve always admired this man. He’s approximately 60 years old….silver hair and a beard that is very distinguished. After Samuel dumped a load in my ass he was instructed to take his leave. Mr. Higgs moved behind me and ate Sam’s cum out of my ass. Next thing he moved to me…cupped my face and kissed me. He was so passionate yet aggressive at the same time. He fucked me and damn…his cock was perfect. After he finished….he told me go to his corner office, use his shower and head home. Within the hour I was home, ready for bed…and I had a knock at my door. Mr. Higgs sent breakfast to me via DoorDash. He texted me and said….next month …I want you to go to my beach house for a three day weekend at the outer banks. Damn…..I’ve never been more excited about my career, my boss and exploring this great new project.
