Date: Fri, 02 Oct 1998 21:46:47 PDT
From: a b <onthehunt45@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Boss Sucks by Tom E. 

	He doesn't strike you as the most sexy man when you meet him, but
he grows on you.
	Carl is one of my supervisors--not really my boss, but he tells me
what to do.  He's a married man, about 45 years old with a completely
tanned body.  We work at a crop science lab and we're out in the field a
lot so his tan is no surprise.  His brown hair is still thick but you can
tell he's going to lose some soon.  His face is rugged and very handsome
(something about his eyes peering out and his constant smile).  He's got a
mole next to his left eye that is adorable.  He has a fit body that you can
tell used to be quite built.  I think what attracted me most to him was his
constant charm and his laid back attitude.
	Anyway, we ended up having to stay overnight at an old motel near
one of our research stations.  When I learned we were going to spend the
night together, and in a one bed room, fantasies immediately rushed through
my head, though I expected nothing to happen.  Little did I know that that
strange twinkle I saw in Carl's eye when he showed me up to the room was
going to lead to what happened.


"I am so ready to hit the sack," Carl said, looking at me.  He was in his
boxers with a tshirt on.  Seeing him in that way turned me on
immensely--just being so close to this man--occupying his same world when I
had spent so many nights masturbating with him as a distant image in my
mind.
	I took my shirt off, and went over to the sink to take my contacts
out.
	"God, it's freezing!" I said as I walked over to the bed.  Carl was
already under the covers with his hands behind his head, chewing his lip,
smiling.  I jumped in and closed the covers over me, reaching over to turn
the light off.
	"See you bright and early for another day of alley chopping, Tom,"
he said, grinning.
	"Yeah, great.  Goodnight," I said.  How awkward can one greeting
ever get?  We turned to our respective sides.  I of course was intoxicated
with lust.  I could smell his musk and I could feel the warmth of his back
near mine.  Every time he moved I felt the vibrations in the bed.  I was
intensely aware of his breathing, his sighs, the sound his lips made.  I
had a huge boner that I decided to sleep on, so I rolled over flat on my
stomach, turning my head towards him.  I stared at his back for what seemed
like hours, watching it move with his breath, wishing he was gay gay gay.
He snored every once in awhile and I fantasized of reaching out to caress
his back , maybe even rub his ass.  What I really wanted to do was kiss his
tan and wrinkled neck.  But what I did was fall asleep.
	I had been asleep for a few hours when something woke me up.  It
was the heat.  Not the heat of the motel room, but the warmth of Carl next
to me.  Or more like on me.  He had turned to face me--our faces were
inches apart--and he had draped his arm around my shoulder and curled his
leg around mine.  He was rubbing my back with his hand warmly and it felt
wonderful.  I could feel his breath on my lips though I kept my eyes
closed.  His inner thigh was also massaging my leg, his pressure and warmth
were turning me on completely.  I let out a muffled sigh that I could have
sworn he mimicked.
	I responded by massaging his back with my hand, reaching under his
armpit.  We did this for a few minutes, and eventually I decided to take a
grab at his butt, so I moved my hand down from his back, very naturally,
and massaged his cheeks through his boxers.  They felt wonderful.
	The next thing I knew, Carl squeezed my bicep and then moved his
hand down to my crotch.  He grabbed my hard cock through my boxers and
began squeezing and pulling.  At that point I knew that he wasn't just
asleep and dreaming of his wife or some other woman, but that he wanted me
and what was in my boxers.  I opened my eyes to find him staring at me with
a smile on his face.  Before I could say anything, he kissed me, forcing
his tongue into my mouth, rolling me on my back with him on top.  His whole
body was flowing with the kiss, our crotches pressing together, our hands
rubbing each other.  His rough, unshaven face rubbed against mine while I
inhaled his scent deeply.  We finally broke apart.
	"Carl, can you just hold on a sec," I say.  My boss rolled off me,
worried.  His eyes were searching mine.  "What?" Carl asked, "I--I,"
	I smiled and reached over to rub his arm.  "I just wanna get my
contacts on," I said, "I wanna be able to see you when I fuck you."
	Carl immediately laughed, a laugh that forced his eyes almost
completely shut in happiness, a laugh that I had seen so many times before
in the lab and in the field.  I couldn't believe I was about to have sex
with him.
	"I wanna be able to see you when I fuck you," Carl repeated,
laughing," I'm gonna have to write that one down, Tom."
	I walked over to the sink and began putting my contacts in.  He
followed me and when I leaned forward to put one in, he grabbed my hips and
mashed his crotch against my ass.  I looked up at him in the mirror and
laughed as he continued to feign fucking me while I tried to get my
contacts in.
	"One and two and-" Carl said, imitating a workout instructor.  As I
got my second one in, Carl wrapped his arms around my chest, nuzzling my
neck with his face.  I watched him kissing my neck in the mirror, still
caressing me from the back.  He looked up and smiled and then pulled my
shirt off.  We looked at each other in the mirror for awhile, until I
turned around to kiss him.  He moved from my mouth to my nipples, licking
each one lightly and then biting and sucking them passionately.
	I turned him around so his back was to the mirror, and pulled his
shirt off.  His head got stuck in the process, but when we finally got him
out it was worth it.  His chest wasn't built but it was fit, and covered
with tufts of brown hair around his nipples, down the center of his chest,
and all across his belly.  He watched me as I ran my hands through his
chest hair and licked his nipples.  They were large and slowly becoming
hard as I sucked them.  The taste of his nipples and chest hair, the scent
of his body made my cock so hard that it hurt.
	I stuck my hands in to his armpits, smelling the wonderful musk,
and then ran them down his sides (tickling him in the process) till I got
to his boxers.  He had sprung a huge tent which promised hours of fun.  I
looked up to his eyes for approval which he half bemusedly, half
uncontrollably gave.  He was leaning back against the sink as I slid his
boxers down, revealing his eight inch cock.  His crotch area was whiter
than the rest of him, which made his dark brown pubic hair stick out even
more.  His cock was cut and sticking out powerfully; I watched it jerk
every once in awhile on its own.  Carl's balls were huge and hairy; they
rubbed against his hairy thighs even when he had his legs spread.  I knew
instantly that they were a big part of his pleasure; they would have to be
amply caressed.  I grabbed them with my mouth, his cock rolling over my
face, and sucked.  They were salty and wrinkly and hairy and warm.  Carl
moaned.  After I had gotten my taste of his balls I grabbed his cock by the
base and licked the tip.  Precum was already oozing out and I licked it
right up, cherishing the liquid that my boss produced.  I licked around his
cock head for a while, forcing my tongue beneath the ridges and watched his
face to see when I was doing it right.  I think I did it right most of the
time.
	His hands caressed my shoulders as he leaned back, moaning.  I soon
couldn't helped my self and started to take his entire penis into my
throat, sliding back and forth on his meat, sucking the head forcefully
with each thrust, I grabbed his balls again and treasured the feeling and
smell of his pubic hair around my mouth and nose.  My boss was sweating and
moaning and swaying.
	"Whoa--"he said, stuttering, "lets---ahh,mmm--slow this----down,
Tom."
	I grinned and sucked his cock one more time before standing up.  We
kissed again and locked hands.  "What now?" I asked.
	He laughed and said, "I think we'll know what to do once we're on
that bed." And with that he picked me up and lurched over to the bed,
basically dropping me on to it.  He fell on top of me with a huge sigh and
kissed my neck.
	"I'm not as light as your wife, am I?" I said to Carl.  He laughed
and moved my arms up so he could lick my armpits.  After that he grabbed my
boxers with one hand and ripped them off.
	I was leaning up against the wall as he took my cock into his
mouth.  He wasted no time with delicacy, and his throat felt amazing as my
cock pushed in and out of it.  This was exactly what I wanted and it felt
great.
	When I told him that I could "stand no more", throwing in a "god,
I've wanted you for so long I can't believe you're gay and mmm you feel
good," for good measure, he grinned and responded that he had "watched me
in the fields for hours," and thought I was "fucking sexy as hell" and then
began licking my asshole and balls.  His rough skin and tongue on the
inside of my hole was tickling and amazingly erotic; my boss, a matured and
powerful man, a father even, was licking my ass.  I moaned loudly and said
quite plainly to him, "Fuck me."  He looked at me with lust and gentleness,
but when it came down to it, the lust took over and he lifted my legs wide
and pushed his cock in.  His cock was a confusion of pleasure in my ass; it
didn't hurt but it was pushing me apart.  He started slowly at first, but
built up to a nice speed quickly and was soon pushing his entire body into
me.  We were both sweating and I watched my boss lost in the ecstasy of my
body, his hairy body wet with exertion, his eyes locked on mine.  I felt
the cum boiling in my balls, working its way up.  He was jacking me off
with one of his hands while the other held my leg for leverage.
	Carl closed his eyes in helplessness, his mouth opened wide, his
breath ragged and choking, and said, "I'm gonna cum," and I never felt his
warm, rugged hand leave my penis as he came in my ass.  As his hot cum
splashed into and out of my asshole he made me explosively cum onto his
belly, chest, face, and onto my body as well. He grunted and yelled as I
sighed uncontrollably, my cum stilling flowing out.  He leaned down, still
thrusting into me, and we kissed deeply for a few minutes, exhausted.  We
let our cum soak into each other, licking it off when it was close to our
lips.  Pretty soon Carl fell asleep on me, our bodies tangled and
connected, and I pulled the cover over us.  The next morning my contacts
were killing me.


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