Date: Sun, 03 Jan 2010 13:17:50 -0500
From: whiteguelph@aol.com
Subject: Between An Attorney and a Hard Place II: The Christmas Party

A few months had passed since Greg dry-humped me in his office and came in
his suit slacks.  The scene was ingrained in my mind and provided me with
enough jerkoff fodder for the next few weeks, which was good because my lap
top was busted and I wasn't able to log into XTube or Gayforit for my usual
fix.  Surprisingly, things in the office were totally normal.  Greg and I
never talked about what transpired between us, and nothing changed-- we
still discussed work and joked around as usual.  A couple of times I
spotted him on the opposite side of the office by the copy machine, and I'd
lean back in my chair to catch a glimpse of that muscular ass in those
tight suit slacks.  He'd turn around and catch me staring, and he'd give a
grin.  But that was the extent of any further sexual encounters.  Normally
I'm more aggressive when it comes to picking up guys, but I really needed
this job and I was too nervous to make a move.

It was Christmas time, and our boss planned a Christmas party at a local
restaurant he was always raving about.  It was held on the week before
Christmas-- we worked a half day, and then headed to the restaurant around
lunchtime.  There was about twelve of us at the party - secretaries, my
boss, Greg, and some per diem workers my boss hired out from time to time.
I took a seat at the end of the table.  After sitting, I looked up and
locked eyes with Greg.  He smiled and made a bee-line for the seat next to
me.  I smiled too, and playfully elbowed him after he sat down.  He pushed
me back and I nearly fell out of my chair, but he caught my arm and pulled
me back up in time before I toppled over.  We both laughed, and I could
feel my cock twitch as he patted and rubbed my back with his big, strong
hands.

Looking back, Thursday at noon was kind of a strange time for an office
party.  I mean, it was lunchtime, and my boss was continuously pouring
glasses of wine for the table.  I had driven to work that day, but after
the third glass of wine I was thankful that I worked so close to a
train-station.  Everyone was in a great mood, drinking wine and letting
loose.  My boss was retelling tired, old stories he had told us a million
times already about difficult clients and crazy days in court.  Smaller
conversations had started around the table, people telling jokes, talking
about Christmas plans.  Greg and I were talking to one of the per diem
attorneys about the weather, discussing how we hoped it would get cold
enough during the holidays so we could each go skiing.  Greg is a long-time
skier, and he had a house up by one of the mountains that I usually go to.
He told me I was more than welcome to go up and use his place anytime I
wanted.

As we talked, I could feel Greg's leg next to mine.  I didn't bother to
move mine, and the heat emanating off of him was making my cock swell a
little.  We kept drinking, and the conversation became more and more
boisterous.  Every time we would laugh I would feel Greg press his leg more
and more against mine.  After 6 or 7 glasses of wine, I was losing some of
my inhibition, and started pressing back against Greg.  Pretty soon, we
were both rubbing our legs up and down against the other.  I could feel him
kick off his shoe, and he wrapped his leg around mine and was rubbing the
back of my calf with his socked foot.  I wasn't really mindful of what was
going on- like, I knew Greg's leg felt really great up against mine, but I
was a little too drunk to realize like, Holy fuck, Greg is fooling around
with me under the table at the office Christmas party.  That is, not until
he put his hand on my knee.  Holy shit - it was like electricity emitted
from his fingertips and shot up my leg to my crotch.  Instantly, I was on
fire and very self-aware, as if I sobered up in a second!  And my face must
have shown it, too, because one of the secretaries suddenly gave me an
inquisitive look.  I laughed quickly, and told her, "I think I just got hit
with the Christmas spirit."  Greg was taking a sip of wine and choked while
he laughed.  He had taken his hand off of my knee, and I could hear him
putting his shoe back on.  Damn, I really screwed this up, I thought to
myself.  Although the conversation stayed lively, there was no more
touching between me and Greg.

Soon it was dessert time, and people started ordering coffee.  I already
decided I was taking the train home, so I had a few more glasses of wine.
Greg joined me, and assured everyone he was taking a taxi home.  Pretty
soon people were leaving, walking back to the office to grab their things
and then head home.  I passed the train station on the walk back to the
office, but I had just missed the train.  The next one wouldn't be around
for another hour, so I decided to go back to the office and hang out.  It
was cold and windy, and it was better waiting in the office than on the
platform.  No one stayed very long at the office.  Our boss printed out a
few files he planned on working on later from home, but pretty soon it was
just me and Greg.  Greg was in his office trying to finish a brief, and I
was at my desk just waiting for the hour to pass.  I still had my jacket on
and was leaning back in my chair, swiveling from side to side, staring at
the ceiling.

>From across the office I heard Greg call, "Johnny, com'ere a sec."  My
heart skipped.  I got up and, as casually as I could, stepped into his
office.  I walked in and saw Greg sitting in his chair with his eyes
squinted and face close to the computer screen.  "Dude, I'm wasted.  Does
this even make sense?" he asked.  He read me a line from his brief.  I was
staring at him from behind and not really paying attention to what he was
saying, and he had to repeat himself a few times.

Finally, I snapped out of my trance, and I moved up right behind Greg's
chair.  "Here, let me read it to myself," I said, as I leaned over tried to
read the computer screen.  I had forgotten that I was still a little buzzed
from lunch, and I leaned over too far and lost my equilibrium.  I tried to
stop myself from falling face first into his desk and I placed my hand on
Greg's seat, right between his legs.  I looked at Greg, and there was a
split second of silent stillness.  After that, it was literally a
whirlwind.  Greg grabbed my wrist which was now in between his legs.  He
spun himself around toward me in his swivel chair, and held my wrist the
entire time with his big, strong hand.  He spun me around and I landed with
my chest pressed to his chest, my eyes staring directly into his eyes.  We
started making out immediately, our tongues amateurishly darting into each
others' mouths.

My legs were kinda dangling off his chair, and I pushed myself up and
kneeled forward into the chair, basically straddling him.  I ripped my
jacket off, and leaned back in and continued making out with Greg.  He
placed his hands onto my back and pulled me in.  His strong grasp was
electrifying, and his hands worked their way down my back and onto my ass.
He was grabbing and kneading my ass, and gave me a nice big smack on my
right ass cheek.  The loudness and the force surprised me, and I could tell
he was really enjoying himself.  I was wondering just how far he'd let me
take this.  I pushed myself off of him and knelt down on the floor in front
of his chair.  I didn't look at him while I undid his belt, but I could
feel his eyes on me.  He ran one hand through my hair and started
unbuttoning his shirt with the other.  I got his pants undone and slid them
down to his knees.  He was wearing white boxer briefs that day, and I could
see a wet spot where his cock was pressing hard against the fabric.  I
stuck my tongue out and tasted it.  I wanted more, and I pulled out his
cock and gave it a big squeeze.  More precum was oozing out of his piss
slit, and I took his whole head in my mouth and started sucking.

Greg was breathing heavy, and had placed both of his hands on my head.  He
guided my up and down, gently, and I began taking more and more of his cock
into my mouth.  His cock was average, and thick.  And I was totally right,
he had the biggest pair of balls I had ever seen.  I slid his boxer-briefs
down to his knees too, in order to get better access to his meat.  I was
drunkenly slobbering all over his hard cock, and I was unembarassed by the
loud slupring sounds I was making.  Greg was equally as loud with is
moaning and heavy breathing.  "Fuck that feels so good...you like that
cock?...suck it dry dude," he would say.

I wanted to get those huge balls in my mouth, but I was having trouble with
the way he was seated.  He pulled himself out of the chair and stood in
front of me.  I kneeled up, and placed my nose beneath those heavy balls so
they were resting on my face.  It was pretty warm in his office, and his
balls were hanging down nice and low.  I pulled on his sac a little with my
lips and let go, and watched his balls swing side to side.  I opened wide
and slurped one of his balls into my mouth - they were so big, I could only
fit one at a time.  "Oh god, oh my god," Greg moaned.  I could tell it was
a while since he'd gotten this much attention, and I was on a mission to
make him feel fantastic.

I sucked and nuzzled on both balls, then made my way back to his raging
hard cock.  The head was bigger than before, and I knew he was well on his
way to blowing a huge fucking load.  I took his cock into my mouth and
started slobbering over his tool.  My mouth was gliding over his cock, and
I started taking off his shoes, pants and boxers.  He still had his black
dress socks on, and his suit shirt was unbuttoned and dangling on the edge
of his shoulders.  He looked so fucking hot, and I spread his legs and
started massaging the inside of his legs as I went to town on him.  Greg's
hands were everywhere- running through my hair, pinching his nipples,
rubbing his ass.  He was going crazy.  I figured he was well enough out of
his mind, so I looked up and said, "Hey, turn around."  He looked at me
blankly as I grabbed his meaty thighs and spun him around.  I had to act
quickly before he came to his senses, so I grabbed his ass, spread his
cheeks, and went straight for that hole.

"Johnny, what the fu-Uuuuuuuuggggggh," Greg moaned.  "Oh my fucking god."
Instinctively he knelt onto his swivel chair and popped his booty out,
giving me full-on access.  His ass was a little fuzzy, and I gave him a few
light smacks as I spit and made love to that hole.  I reached around and
stroked his cock, which was still nice and wet.  "Holy Jesus, oh, oh, oh,
oh!"  I could feel his sphincter opening and closing as my tongue glided
over and into his hole.  "I'm gonna cum soon," Greg said, unable to control
himself much longer.

I pulled Greg off of the chair and spun him back around.  I put my warm
mouth over his cock, which had grown a little soft from jerking with cold
spit.  Instantly he re-grew in my mouth, and his knees buckled a little.
With one hand I cupped and thumbed his balls that had pulled closely to his
body.  With the other hand, I took my index finger and lightly grazed his
now slippery hold.  I pushed on his hole a few times, though not enough to
slip my finger in.  Still, it drove him crazy, and soon he was screaming,
"I'M CUMMING, I'M FUCKING CUMMING!"  I had never swallowed a load before,
but I didn't want to let go of Greg's cock.  I could feel his hole and his
balls pulsing, and soon I could taste his cum in the back of my throat.  I
swallowed as much as I could, but this was a huge load and there was no way
I could take it all, not on my first time.  I pulled my mouth off of his
cock and he shot six more shots on my face.  I spit the remainder of Greg's
cum in my mouth into my hand and started furiously jerking myself off.  It
didn't take me long to cum, and I sprayed jizz all over Greg's legs and the
chair.  He was still recovering from his orgasm, and he inadvertently sat
in the chair and in my cum.  He was still stroking out the last few drops
of cum out of his cock, and I leaned over and gladly took his cock in my
mouth and sucked him dry.  We were both panting and trying to regain our
breaths.  I peered up at him, and he had his eyes closed and one hand on
his chest.  Next to his head, behind him on his desk, I could see the red
LED lights on his desk clock.

"Fuck, the train," I whispered.  I jumped up and pulled my pants up,
zippering and buttoning them in record time.  "Shit, gotta go," I told
Greg.  He looked at me half dazed, and I grinned impishly at the sight of
him- sitting in my cum, still with only his socks on and his suit shirt
unbuttoned, his chest exposed, his dick limp but still engorged with
rushing blood.  I left him there and raced for the train station.  On the
way, I used my scarf to wipe Greg's cum off my face.  I just hoped I had
gotten it all as I ran up to the platform just as the train was arriving.
As I boarded the train and took my seat, I realized it was only Thursday,
and we still had to show up for work the next day.  The train passed by my
office building, and I saw Greg exiting out of the back door and getting
into a taxi.  Surely he'd have to come back tomorrow and pick up his car,
and I wondered if things would still be cool between us.