Hi, my name is Nick, I was nearly 19, 6'0" tall with black hair and brown eyes. My lovely dick is 7.5" and quite fat. To keep fit, I play squash three times a week with my bestie, Ash. We went through school together, but he left at 16 to join his Dad's construction company, while I went on to 6th form, studying maths and accountancy, before joining a stockbrokers. Ash is a little shorter than me at 5'10", but very muscular, fair-haired, and blue eyes. What he lacked in reach, he made up for in agility. I admired him in the showers, being careful not to stare or spring a boner. He was the subject of many a wank. As far as I knew, he was straight, as he'd had a succession of girlfriends. More of him later.
I'd been with the firm about 9 months. Some of the work was tedious, but it paid well, and the five brokers treated me well. They ranged in age from early 40s to near retirement. One morning, not long after getting in, I was called to George's office. He was in his 50s, with salt and pepper hair. I was told to take a seat, and I sat, expecting to be told off. Instead, he told me how well I'd been doing, and how nice it was to have a handsome young man around. He came around the back of my chair. "Nick, if ever you want to confide in me, my door is always open". With that, he ran his fingers over my chest, making me tingle. I was petrified, but said nothing. "If you want me to stop, say so", but I couldn't speak. He undid a couple of shirt buttons, and his sensitive fingers played across my chest. "You know, you really are quite beautiful", finding my now erect nipples. I was beginning to wish I hadn't worn tight boxers. He kissed the back of my neck, sending shivers down my spine. Even with the confines of my underwear, my bulge began to show. He told me to sit on the desk. "My, you seem to have a problem down there", and pawed at my bulge. "Let me make you more comfortable". He undid the top button and pulled the zip down. I shuffled out of my trousers, and they fell around my knees. I felt very vulnerable. "It looks like your cock wants to see me". Nervously, and somewhat reluctantly, I eased my boxers off. "Bloody hell, it's beautiful, lie back. "A cold hand fondled my balls, and his tongue licked up the shaft and then swallowed about half. He bobbed up and down. It was the first BJ I'd had, and it didn't take long for my balls to tighten. I warned him, but he carried on, taking my jets of spunk into his mouth. He came off me, squeezing the last drips, and leant across and kissed me, feeding me my semen. I asked him if he'd like me to do the same to him, but he said he'd fuck his wife later, thinking of me.
I tidied myself up and went back to my office feeling flushed. At the end of the month, there was an extra £20 in my paycheck, for 'expenses'. I wondered what else he had in store for me.
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I took to going commando to work, partly because of the freedom inside my suit trousers, but also hoping for a repeat performance (or more). The problem being, the course material on my sensitive knobend gave me erections, and by mid-afternoon, I'd have to pop to the toilet and relieve myself. I bought jockstraps for squash. They supported me better, and I looked good in my shorts. Even Ash complimented me, maybe a glimmer of hope.
A few weeks later, I was not to be disappointed. David, the youngest broker, called me to his office. That, in itself, was not unusual, as I often had to run errands, etc. As soon as I entered, he locked the door, grabbed me, and forced his tongue into my mouth. He squeezed my butt and ground his pelvis into me. "Fuck, I've wanted you since the day you started, but was too afraid to say anything. George said that you're well endowed and willing..........". I put my hand on the back of his head and drew him into a deep kiss. He fumbled with my zip, so I helped him by undoing myself and letting it flop out. "Fucking hell, you're huge!" I dropped his trousers and briefs, he was hard, but no more than 5". He knelt and cock-worshipped, running his tongue along the veins and making a pattern around the crown. He stood up and I walked him backwards to the desk. "I want you to fuck me", he pleaded. I was still a virgin, but had watched enough porn vids to know what to do. I turned him around and bent him over. Kneeling, I parted his cheeks and rimmed his most intimate area, making him moan. Standing up, I told him not to touch himself. Positioning myself at his back door, I didn't think it would fit in there. "FUCK ME! he ordered. He held his cheeks apart and I pushed. His ring gave way and my knob entered his innermost sanctums. "God, that feels good", he murmured. I pushed in to the hilt and started pumping. "I want to see your face when you cum", he said, so I pulled out. He lay across the desk with his legs pulled up, and I re-entered, fucking harder. "Go for it". I banged him hard, making him grimace, but I didn't stop. My orgasm approached, I told him, but I emptied inside him before he could answer. He grabbed his dick and wanked like fury. What he lacked in size, he made up for in volume. covering his shirt and tie in spunk. "It's OK, I've got clean ones in my drawer. He scooped some up and licked it. "Thanks, you're amazing". I gathered my stuff together, gave him a kiss, and let myself out. With any luck, I'll become the office whore.
