Sucking Cam
I slept soundly and woke before my alarm, contented from getting Clark’s dick in me and excitement pulsing through my veins for another day with Cam, and another round of his special coffee.
I got to work early, but still Cam was there already, coffee cup ready and waiting for me on my workstation.
He smiled upon seeing me. “Good morning Grant, great to see you here early with me.” He positively beamed and wasted no time in showing off his body. His chinos and polo accentuated his lithe muscles, straining under the fitted clothing.
I too smiled, filled with the thrill of seeing a man I was infatuated with. “Good morning Cam. Same special recipe,” I asked, indicting the coffee.
“See for yourself,” Cam said, lewdly grabbing his crotch. “There maybe be more creamer than yesterday. Something really got the milk stirring last night.”
I opened the lid and indeed there was more, likely two full loads. The tangy smell of jizz permeated the air. I closed my eyes, breathing in deep, and tasted the coffee. The flavor was stronger, almost too much with the coffee, it was out of balance, but I moaned regardless, savoring the taste of him.
“You must really like this recipe,” Cam stated, referring to my audible moan. He rolled his chair right up to me, hand still lewdly on his package, cocking his head up to face me. “But whose do you prefer?”
I gave him a quizzical look, sipping the coffee again.
“I know about last night. I heard Clark fuck his load down your throat, heard you moaning away at finally getting some of what you wanted from him,” Cam stated plainly.
My dick swelled.
I could taste them. Both men. The memory of Clark’s load and the present sensations tingling my tongue of Cam’s. I took another sip, buying some time as my mind raced, figuring out my next move.
“How can I choose,” I said. “They’re both delicious. But yours I’ve only had mixed with a chaser… his I’ve had fresh from the tap…” I let the idea hang in the air.
Cam smirked, rubbing himself. He was obviously swelling.
He glanced around the office; we were the only two there. “It is still plenty early,” he mused, making a show of unbuckling his belt.
“It would be a shame not to give you a real taste so you can answer my question honestly,” he continued, unbuttoning his chinos and drawing the zipper down maddeningly slowly. “And besides, if Clark can show you, and have you worship, his main muscle, there’s no reason I can’t…”
My dick was raging in my trunks, painfully angled downward. I adjusted my erection so it stood up and to the side, nestled in the shallow between my hard abdomen and my hip.
Cam grinned. He made a show of peeling the folds of his unzipped fly back, revealing a white brief and a pulsing dick tenting it. He shuffled his chinos down, bit by bit. The briefs cupped his nuts and draped his dick.
Releasing his parted fly, one hand petted his cock, dragging his fingers along its length.
“Come,” Cam said, his other hand motioning me to my knees under his desk, just in case a coworker did arrive early like we had. He lowered the height of his seat, giving me access so my head wouldn’t bang on the underside of the desk.
Crouching on my knees, folded under the desk, I felt the warmth of his crotch rising up over my face. He smelled fresh, the scents of laundry detergent and shower soap.
His dick beat in the fabric, gently lifting the brief with each beat of his heart.
I hovered, taking it all in.
A hand caressed my face and into my hair, rubbing my scalp. “Go on. Take me. Worship my body. Drink.” Not a demand, not permission, just encouragement.
His other arm curled, flexing, showing off his muscles in the periphery of my vision, my eyes locked on his crotch.
I held his waistband and folded it over on itself, pulling it slowly down. The side of his dick came into view, and then slowly, all the rest.
“Fuck me,” I whispered.
I’d really struck gold with these two men. Straight but wanting me to worship them. Straight but giving me their dicks to suck in some bizarre rivalry to own my attention. And straight but fucking hung – not that sexuality had anything to do with dick size.
Cam was also 8inches long – a trifecta of fucking shlongs I moaned in my head – and he was uncut with a clear, enticing curve to my right (his left).
His naked dick pulsed, shaking in anticipation as it rested, poised, on his abdomen.
Cam too had a treasure trail, though much lighter in color and sparser than Clark’s. And he had a trimmed bush of light brown hair that sent a few strays onto the root of his shaft and over his scrotum, but largely his dick and sac were hairless.
I held his dick with reverence, worshiping him the way he wanted, playing the game, taking it slow for the moment.
“Fuck Cam,” I whispered. “It’s glorious.”
“Yeah dude,” he cooed. “Worship my fucking cock.”
I licked from his nuts to his foreskin and back down. Repeating the movement, this time I swirled over his foreskin before heading back to the start.
Over and over, slicking his meat, tasting his flesh. Loving it.
Precum oozed out the crinkled foreskin. I licked it, tasting this flavor I’d yet to try.
I moaned.
“That’s it buddy,” Cam moaned, egging me on, still rubbing my scalp.
He had a different approach from Clark. Clark had been aggressive, forceful, Cam on the other hand was calm, encouraging, supportive.
I engulfed his foreskin shroud glans in my mouth and lashed it with my tongue, speeding up the process some. Applying pressure to his shaft with my lips, I bobbed down, retracting his foreskin as I sucked down along the top few inches of his dick, and ensheathing him as I sucked back up. Bobbing up and down, sucking his dick, I manipulated his foreskin with my mouth while my tongue licked his exposed, sensitive glans.
“Hhhohhhoooooo fuck,” Cam moaned, straining to keep his voice low. “Better than any girl…”
That was one thing that carried through exactly from Clark to Cam, they were impressed with my cock sucking abilities especially compared to their typical partners.
Wanting to honor his comment and his body, to prove him right, I took more and more of his length inside, working my way along the gentle bend in his dick. I had to rearrange my position due to his size and curvature. If I stayed head on, his glans would bump into the back of my teeth. I shuffled to the side and took his dick at an angle, directing his shlong, the curvature, along the roof of my mouth and down my throat.
He fit right in. Stretching my throat out.
We moaned in unison.
I kneaded his hefty nuts and deep throated his cock.
I was careful to pull back often enough to suction the oozing juices, keeping them in my mouth and swallowing them, not allowing a single drop to drain out my lips and wet his pants. We could leave no trace for another coworker to find.
I sped up, aware of time but wanting to do this right.
Cam’s fingers on my scalp gripped my hair, tugging gently, his moans becoming more urgent. He too was aware of time and the risk we were taking, so he didn’t try to hold back. His let himself feel each minute sensation, feeling this seed churn, feel my expert mouth bringing him rapidly now to the brink.
I moaned, egging him on, my desire to drink right from the source rumbling from my depths.
“OOOooooohhhhhh fuck yeah dude,” Cam groaned. “Fuck yeah. Just there…” 6inches of his dick were inside, his foreskin retracted, the glans rubbing into the tight entrance of my throat, precum pouring in.
“Just like that,” he groaned, body writhing on the chair. I kneaded his nuts and jacked the base of his dick, tugging on his pubes simultaneously.
I sucked faster in shallow, quick bobs, moaning, breathing fast.
“Yeah, yeah, fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck yeah,” he moaned, voice tight, constraining the sound, “Taste me, taste my seed.” His whole body seized and a hot rush of nectar sprayed into my throat. I swallowed immediately just as a second volley shot inside. On and on, swallowing, moaning, groaning, ejaculating, until 8 shots of cum were swallowed down my throat.
Cam’s hand relaxed, spreading out on my scalp. Using his fingertips, he combed my hair back into place.
I suckled his meat, cleaning it, remaining careful to retain all the juices inside my mouth.
Holding the base so his dick didn’t flop onto his pants as I released it from my mouth, I tucked him into his underwear and rolled the briefs back over his dick, concealing it once more.
He took it from there, giving himself a slight adjustment for comfort, zippering, buttoning, and buckling himself away as though nothing had happened.
I slipped out from under the desk close to my own chair and plopped myself down in it.
I hadn’t cum and my dick was straining for release.
Cam saw. Mischief on his face.
Collecting a bunch of tissues, he jammed them into my underwear, covering the head of my dick. With one hand clamped tightly over my mouth, he proceeded to stroke my cock through my clothing.
I groaned, trying to keep my sounds low but my cock yearning to bust, my loins yearning to feel the sweet, overwhelming burst of orgasmic bliss, and my mind buzzed from sucking his off and now having my straight coworker jacking me off – it was too much to keep quiet about.
And Cam, devilish look, eyes ablaze, his hand clamping harder over my mouth, was getting me there quickly.
He leaned in close, keeping my groin under the edge of the desk for some privacy, and flexed his muscles for me. His chest, his arms, his quads.
“So,” he asked, rubbing my meat in a blur. He lifted his hand from my mouth for just a moment. “Whose tastes better?”
“Yooooouuurrrrrrss,” I moaned before his hand clamped back down on my mouth, cutting off the sound. I licked his palm, groaning, our eyes locked in a hard stare. And I experienced bliss. My load blasted from my dick and soaked into the waiting tissues. They absorbed it all, surprisingly, as I creamed myself. Cam had put quite a wad of tissues in there to capture my wad. Aside from a faint smell of jizz, which was partially due to the coffee, there was no visible evidence of our exploits that morning.
Cam squeezed my spent meat and rolled back to his desk, getting to work as though nothing had transpired between us.
I cleaned up in a bathroom stall, flushing the load-soaked tissues and wiping myself off. Funny, I thought, thinking back to a similar situation the night before, using some toilet paper to clean up a mess. Clark last night. Cam this morning. Things were progressing quickly.
I smiled. Self-satisfied.
And then I rejoined Cam at our shared workspace and set to work, acting just as nonchalant as him.
But internally, I was in turmoil. Cam, fresh on my tongue, Clark, the memory, still fresh in my mind. I wanted them both, but could I handle two men, worship two, keep them both happy…?
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