Perfect Addition

Chapter Two

Hamilton’s POV

“That was really odd,” I said.

“You’re still thinking about that?” Marcus asked.

About a week prior, we had come into my office and only after almost half the day had passed did we notice that something was wrong with the plant in the corner by the door. Its big shiny leaves were coated in a dry crusty white substance. Well, it was a rubber plant so we figured maybe the office had been too cold somehow and it had secreted some substance onto its leaves. However, as we donned gloves and wiped it clean, I couldn’t help but think the stuff looked like dried sperm.

“That’s just your perverted mind, baby,” Marcus had assured me, then kissed me sweetly.

Still, it was just weird, and my instincts were telling me something bad was coming. It was a feeling I had not been able to shake off for the last week and a half. It couldn’t have been my new responsibilities making me nervous. I had worked in the Marketing Department for years. Being promoted to VP was just more responsibility within the same sphere of work, plus I knew all the department’s people and I was confident in my abilities.

“Hey, just relax,” Marcus said, as he came and sat on the desk in front of me. “Everything will be fine. Stop worrying about the future. It will come when it comes.”

“I guess you’re right, babe. Just that, as an older man, I have these kinds of thoughts. It’s experience and instinct.”

“I can understand that, to some extent. You just want to protect yourself, me, and anyone else you love. It’s a natural masculine instinct, and I appreciate it but please don’t become a worry wart.”

I chuckled as I hugged him about the waist. I buried my face in his chest and inhaled deeply. His cologne filled my lungs, along with his natural manly body scent. I hugged him tighter around the waist, pulling his crotch to my chest. His curved cock swelled and stiffened as I began to massage his round buns. I nuzzled my nose into his crotch, mouthing his rising dick.

“Mmmm! It’s early but people are still about,” Marcus warned.

“So? They have to knock before they enter. Office policy. We’re good,” I smirked, then opened his trousers and freed his nicely curved ebony cock. I moaned as I gobbled the swollen head, and Marcus moaned. He leaned back on the desk, his legs spread as I worked on his delicious dick, swallowing his thick flowing precum.

“Oooohhhh, baby! Damn! I love how you suck me off,” he whispered.

I sank deeper, groaning as his curve stretched my throat then sank well past my Adam’s apple. I gurgled around the base, my chin in his balls and my nose buried in his curly pubes. I grabbed his ass, and Marcus planted his feet on either side of my hips in my large comfy leather chair as he stood, grabbed my head and fucked my throat.

“GURK! GLURK! GUUURGLE. . .GAAAWK! GLUK! GLURGK!GLUURGHK!”

“Yeah, that’s it, baby! Choke on that motherfucker!” he growled.

That only turned me on, and I opened my throat as best I could, letting him plunge that dick practically into my chest. I squeezed his high round muscle ass tighter, digging my fingertips into the flexing muscle as he pumped back and forth. Saliva dangled from my chin, soaking the front of my shirt and tie. It had drenched Marcus’ balls, and that only made him shaft my gullet harder.

“GLUUUURK. . .GLAWWWWK. . .GURRRGLK!”

“Fuck yeah! Fuck yeah! Fuck yeah! I’m cumming, Hamilton! I’m cumming baby! OOOOOHHHH FUCK! AAAUUURRRRGGHHHHH! URRRM! URRRM! UURRGGH! UMMMPH!”

That curved dick was literally choking me, cutting off my air supply as it swelled and throbbed, and throbbed. Warm cum sank straight into my stomach. My lungs burned and I saw stars just before Marcus withdrew, and I gulped down precious oxygen.

“(Cough, cough, cough)! Damn. . .(cough). . .Fuck, baby!” I sputtered.

“Mmm hmmm! Felt nice getting your throat fucked, didn’t it?”

“Very (cough),” I agreed and leaned back in my chair.

“Now you really know how it feels when you ram this motherfucker down my gullet,” Marcus teased, as he grabbed the outline of my raging hard cock through my trousers. He slid to his knees, opened my trousers and freed my throbbing ten inches. He wasted no time, getting his lips halfway down my length and sucking the hell out of it.

“Ooooh shit! Oh fuck, baby! Yeah!” I moaned, squirming with pleasure in my seat as Marcus worked more and more of his throat down on my cock until his nose was squashed against my pubic bone.

“Ahhgghhh fuck!” I shuddered, as Marcus used his throat, flexing the wet muscles and making my dick go wild with pleasure. Then, he went ham; slamming his face into my crotch as he got my dick slobbery wet. His warm saliva soaked my pubes and balls as he gobbled with noisy abandon; his throat squishing and squelching.

“Oh fuck! Ooooh fuck! OH FUCK, MARCUS! SHITIMCUMMING!” I bellowed. My entire body vibrated as I erupted wave after wave down his throat, and Marcus guzzled it all, keeping his face planted to my pubes as I pumped my nut straight into his stomach. He kept on sucking, using both his suctioning mouth and flexing throat to drain me.

“Fucking delicious!” he breathed, when he finally came up for air. “Damn, I love sucking your big fucking dick, baby!”

“And I love getting sucked off by you,” I purred. “We should get cleaned up and back to work.”

“Sure thing,” Marcus agreed, and opened the corner closet, where we housed our extra shirts, trousers, and underwear. Thankfully the windows were operational and I opened them to allow the smell of cum to escape.

Sayid’s POV

It had been a week, and I slipped into Hamilton’s office again while doing my night patrol. I’d never been happy to work the night shift, until that week. It was easy to volunteer to do patrols since Damar was a lazy chubby fuck who preferred to sit in his chair and sleep the night away, rather than do some actual work.

I used the extra chair and reached up to retrieve the tiny camera I had planted in the corner of the ceiling. With an eight-hour battery life, it was more than enough to capture the hot sexual dealings of Hamilton and Marcus, and I wondered what hot stuff I’d captured that day. My shift ended in an hour and I’d be gone just before they usually came in.

“What’s gotten into you, that you’re so happy?” Damar asked, as I sat down again at the front desk of the lobby, the tiny camera safely tucked in my pocket.

“It’s payday tomorrow, isn’t it?”

“Oh, you right about that!” Damar chuckled and rubbed his palms together. “Can’t wait to get my money!”

“I know right?” I chuckled. “I can’t wait either.”

After a bus ride, I arrived home. It wasn’t a great place. It wasn’t run down, just old, since it belonged to my late great aunt, and it wasn’t in the best neighborhood either. However, it was home. Plus, living alone allowed me to bring over any guy, or as many guys, as I wanted and no one could tell me shit!

I connected the microcamera to my phone and downloaded the footage. I stripped naked while it was loading up and placed my lube down on the table. Just in time. I clicked play and smiled. My hard dick got even harder, wagging up and down like a thick long tail, and drooling precum. Onscreen, Hamilton was, once again, getting fucked by his boyfriend, Marcus.

I groaned, and slathered lube on my dick and started stroking. Damn, Hamilton’s ass looked good. Two big round muscle chocolate cakes, jiggling as Marcus slammed his curved cock into the older man’s guts. The sound quality of the microcamera was non-existent but I imagined Hamilton squealing for joy in that soundproofed office. I stroked my dick faster, moaning as I placed one foot up and the desk and imagined that I was digging balls-deep in that jiggling chocolate ass.

“Fuck! Oh fuck, man! Shit! SHIT!”

I was cumming, hard and faster; shooting thick creamy cum all over the table, floor, and all over my hairy chest and abs as I aimed my dick up and toward my face.

“Damn! Shit!” I hummed, my body quivering. “Damn! I gotta find a way to fuck that ass!”