My boss, still sweaty from his workout, casually admitted he’d been horny all morning.
“Yeah, I noticed… when you were sitting on the couch this morning,” , I replied.
He smirked, eyes narrowing just a little. “Yeah? I saw you looking.”
That pulled a smile out of me before I could stop it.
“To be honest man,” Greg went on, laughing low, “I was horny at the gym too. All that pre-workout, all the blood pumping.” He exhaled, shifting slightly so his shorts tugged lower against his hips. “Couldn’t even focus on the sets. Just felt… worked up.”
My eyes betrayed me. Drifted lower. His quads flexed, dusted with dark hair, thick and powerful. And there, heavy against the fabric of his shorts, his cock… obvious, even soft, pressing a slow, growing shape.
Greg leaned back further, legs stretched out, his posture casual but his eyes sharp, watching me watch him.
The silence between us turned thick.
I licked my lips without thinking, shifting on the bench, too aware of the heat flooding my body.
And Greg’s smirk deepened, like he knew exactly where my thoughts had gone.
Greg tipped his head back against the couch, his legs spreading lazily until the fabric of his shorts pulled tight over the heavy shape pressing against them. His eyes narrowed as if he was studying me…like I was an opponent at the plate he already knew how to strike out. Then his voice dropped low, rough around the edges.
“So tell me, Alex…” His lips curved into a half-smile. “When you looked this morning…when you looked again just now…what exactly were you hoping to see?”
My throat went dry. I froze
Before I could answer, he pushed it further. “Or maybe I should ask the real question…” He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, bulge still straining against the shorts. “Last night. Was it the first time you sucked a dick?”
Heat flooded my face. “Wh—what?”
Greg chuckled, deep and easy, like he was tossing me a slow ball he knew I couldn’t hit. “Well, I highly doubt it was your first time, considering the performance your mouth gave.”
I almost choked on my own breath. “Greg… you’re my boss.” The words came out small, almost squeaked, my lips twitching into a nervous smile I couldn’t control.
He grinned wider. “C’mon, man. I was your boss last night too.” He sat back upright, looking me dead in the eyes, no hesitation. “You can be open with me.”
I shifted on the bench, rubbing my palms together. My voice was small, hesitant. “Yeah… I mean, no, it wasn’t my first time.”
“Ahan.” He nodded like he’d already known the answer. “I figured. ’Cause all my life, Alex, I’ve never experienced a blowjob that deep. You fucking swallowed it whole.”, he chuckled..
That last sentence made my stomach twist. My lips parted slightly without me realizing. Then my tongue flicked across them. Unintentional. Nervous tick. But Greg caught it. His eyes dragged over the motion, and the corners of his mouth lifted into something hungrier.
“So…Did you like it?” he asked suddenly. His voice sharpened, quiet but direct. “Did you like having a dick in your mouth?”
I swallowed hard. “I—uh—yeah. Yeah, I did. But it’s not like… I don’t do it often.”
Greg tilted his head, eyes glinting. “What do you mean? You don’t have a boyfriend? Anyone you’re seeing?”
I shook my head, fumbling. “Not really. I’ve only been with two guys before. But… I don’t know. I was just too nerdy for them. And we never really…”
Greg leaned closer. “Never really what?”
My chest tightened. I looked down at the floor, heat creeping up my neck. “Never really went more than… that.”
“Wait.” His voice cut through me. “Do you mean…?”
I forced myself to look at him, then away again, words almost whispered. “Yeah.”
Greg’s brows shot up. Then he slapped his palm lightly against my thigh, the sudden contact making me jolt. “Shit, Alex. Man, you serious?”
“Uh, yeah. Mr. Lawson.” My voice cracked on his name.
His lips parted, then pressed together as if he was holding back another laugh. “So you’ve only sucked a cock… but never really had sex?”
I shifted again, embarrassment burning through me. “…No. I haven’t. And honestly, I’ve only ever sucked off one guy.”
Greg blinked. “Wait, what the fuck, Alex. Just once? And what you did yesterday looked like years of practice.”
I gave him a shy smile, eyes flicking up at him. Couldn’t help it. My lips curved, soft and nervous.
He studied me with something between disbelief and hunger. “But why though?”
My chest rose sharply. I ran a hand over my neck. “It was like… a year ago.”
His grin curved sly. “The last dick you sucked?” He paused, corrected himself with a smirk. “The last dick you sucked before last night?”
“Y-yeah.”
Greg’s smile deepened, like he was putting pieces together. “So let me guess. He said he was straight? Just wanted some help?”
The way he said it…teasing, biting…made my skin prickle. My lips parted as I nodded. “Yeah. That’s… actually exactly it.”
Greg tilted his head, that knowing grin spreading across his face. He looked like he wanted to laugh, but also like the story was hitting too close to home.
“And what happened?” he pressed.
I let out a nervous laugh, rubbing my palms against my thighs. “He chickened out. Never went further than a blowjob.”
Greg’s eyes stayed locked on mine. His voice dropped lower, steady. “Shit, man… but did you want it to go further?”
I hesitated. The silence between us thickened. My lips opened, closed again. My gaze slid down toward the floor, then back at his shorts at the way the fabric still bulged, stretched, heavy. “Like… yeah. I mean. I was curious. Back then.”
He leaned back again, stretching, the mattress creaking under him. His smirk widened. “Are you still curious?”
My heart stuttered. I froze, every part of me lit up at once. “…Uhm.” My voice cracked. “…A little.”
Greg’s eyes sharpened, watching my face, my body. Then his lips tugged into that smirk again, full of confidence. “So. If you enjoyed last night…” He paused, long enough for me to squirm, then added, deliberate, “And I’m assuming you did enjoy yourself.”
I nodded quickly. Too quickly. “Yeah. Yeah, I did.”
His smile deepened, almost proud. Then he leaned forward, resting his forearms on his thighs, and his voice dropped to a low growl.
“Would you…” He let the words drag. “Wanna give me some head right now? See where we go from there?”
The words hit me like a fastball to the chest. My breath caught. My whole body went rigid. I could feel my heart pounding in my throat. His eyes stayed on mine, steady, waiting, daring me.
And I couldn’t tell if I was more shocked by the offer… or by the way my body immediately wanted to say yes.
For a second, I forgot how to breathe.
The words just hung there, filling the room, echoing against the walls louder than the faint hum of the piano still vibrating behind me.
Would you wanna give me some head right now? See where we go from there?
Greg leaned forward, elbows resting on his spread thighs, his voice low, casual, like he was asking if I wanted to grab a beer. But it wasn’t casual, not to me. Not when the heat in his eyes said he already knew what my answer would be.
I froze on the bench, fingers gripping my knees. My gaze betrayed me, slipping down his body…past the sweat-darkened t-shirt clinging to his chest, down to his quads, flexing thick under the cling of his shorts. Dark hair dusted over them, catching the evening light. They looked solid, heavy, the kind of legs built from years under a squat rack.
And higher…my eyes caught on the way the fabric of his shorts pushed out. The bulge that had been taunting me since this morning, fuller now, heavier, outlined even through the cotton.
I dragged my gaze back up too late. Greg had seen it.
He smirked, leaning back on his palms, legs spreading wider. “Hey,” he said easily, voice dipping low, “no pressure. I mean it. I figured if you had fun last night, maybe you’d wanna do it again.”
The way he said it…like it was nothing, like we weren’t crossing lines that could get us both fired made my chest tighten.
I swallowed, my voice breaking out faster than I meant. “I mean… I fucking loved it.”
The words hit the air before I could reel them back. Raw, too honest. My face burned, and I almost wanted to cover my mouth.
Greg laughed, warm, rough, shaking his head like he hadn’t expected me to throw it out like that. “Yeah? That right?”
He leaned back further, hands braced on the mattress, and with a slow tug, he hooked his thumbs under the waistband of his shorts. The fabric slid down his thighs, clinging to the damp skin for a second before dropping low on his hips. Beneath, his black briefs were straining, the outline of his cock unmistakable, thick and heavy, pressing forward like it wanted out.
My eyes locked onto it. Couldn’t help it. My throat went dry.
Greg noticed. His grin turned into a smirk, the kind that made my stomach twist. “Don’t be shy, Alex.” His voice dropped lower, rougher. “If you liked it, come over here and get some more.”
My chest squeezed, heat spreading everywhere, his words flooding into me like a challenge.
He kept going, smirking wider, eyes glinting. “C’mon. Don’t sit there looking at it like you’re starving. You already know how good it tastes.”
Something in me snapped.
“Yes.” The word tore out of me, sharp, fast. Cutting him off.
Greg blinked, then grinned, shaking his head like he’d just won a bet he’d known the answer to anyway. “Atta boy,” he said.
I pushed off the bench, my knees weak, legs shaky as I closed the space between us. Every step felt heavy, like I was dragging my body through heat. He stayed where he was, laid back on my bed, watching me come to him with that calm, steady smirk, like he had all the time in the world.
I knelt in front of him, my face inches from his thighs, the heat of his body rolling off him. My hands hesitated, hovering just above his legs.
Greg tilted his head, eyes locked on mine. “Go on,” he said quietly, command threaded into the calm.
My fingers touched his skin, the hair on his quads coarse under my palms. I felt the muscle twitch beneath, solid, alive. I slid my hands higher, up to the waistband of his briefs. His cock was straining hard against it now, thick and curved, the outline pressing forward like it was begging to be freed.
I looked up at him, nervous, waiting for something…permission, maybe.
He gave me that half-smile again, eyes burning down at me. “Don’t make me wait any longer, Alex.”
That did it.
I hooked my fingers under the waistband and tugged. The briefs peeled down, dragging over the swell of him, and then his cock sprang free. Heavy, thick, the head flushed dark and already wet at the tip.
My breath caught. The sight of it so close, hard and leaking for me, sent a rush of heat through my chest.
Greg chuckled low, watching my face. “There it is. You missed it, didn’t you?”
I didn’t answer. My mouth was already opening.
The taste of him hit my tongue immediately..salt and skin, warm and musky, like last night but saltier, sharper. My lips closed over the head, the pre-cum tasting against my tongue, and Greg groaned deep in his chest, a sound that rolled through me like thunder.
“Fuck, yeah,” he muttered, his hand sliding into my hair. “That’s it. fuck, you look good down there.”
The praise made me hum against him, and his hips twitched. I slid my mouth down his cock slowly, feeling the stretch, the weight of him pressing to the back of my throat.
Last night had been frantic, desperate. Tonight, I wanted to savor it.
I pulled back, licking along the underside, dragging my tongue against the thick vein that pulsed there. His thighs flexed under my hands, muscles tightening, and he hissed through his teeth.
“Shit, Alex… You really fucking love suck-ing cock, don’t you?”
I nodded against him, mouth full, eyes flicking up to meet his. He was staring down at me, jaw tight, chest heaving, sweat still clinging to his shirt.
The sight of him like that; my boss, undone, legs spread on my bed, cock in my mouth made my head spin.
I sucked harder, bobbing down his dick, each groan and curse he let slip spurring me on. My spit coated his cock, dripping down to my chin, the sound of it messy in the quiet room.
Greg’s grip tightened in my hair, his hips rolling slightly, controlled but hungry. “Jesus Christ, man… You’re a fucking natural.”
I moaned around him, swallowing him deeper, my throat stretching as the head pushed in. My eyes watered, but I held it, pulling back slow and letting him pop free with a wet sound that made him groan louder.
I licked the tip, tasting more of him, salty and raw, then pressed a kiss to it, my lips swollen and wet.
Greg laughed breathlessly, shaking his head like he couldn’t believe this was happening. “Fuck, Alex. Look at you. On your knees for your boss. You even know how hot that is?”
His words sent a jolt through me. I gripped his thighs tighter, needing more.
I went back down on him, taking him deeper, my tongue pressed flat against his shaft, my lips stretching wide. His breathing turned rougher, his abs tensing under his shirt.
“Yeah… that’s it,” he groaned, voice sharp with need. “Take it all. Show me how much you fucking love it.”
I did. I gave him everything. My mouth, my throat, my need, all wrapped around him while his body shook under my hands.
Greg leaned back further, bracing himself, head tipping back. His cock slid in and out of my mouth, wet and hard, the sound of it obscene, filling the room with wet gasps and his low curses.
My jaw ached, my throat burned, but I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. Not when he was groaning my name like that, not when his thighs were trembling, not when his cock pulsed heavy and thick on my tongue.
When I finally pulled back, gasping for air, spit stretched between my lips and his cock. I licked it away, my chest heaving, and looked up at him through wet lashes.
Greg’s eyes were dark, hungry, locked on me like I was the only thing in the world. His chest rose hard, his hands fisting in the sheets.
And then, breathless, rough, he asked:
“You wanna go further?”
The question hit me harder than anything else.
Because my answer was written all over me…my lips swollen, my chin dripping, my cock straining in my own shorts.
And I knew, in that moment, the line we were about to cross would make last night look tame.
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