Date: Fri, 23 Jul 2004 12:33:41 +0100
From: The_Tomahawk@hotmail.com
Subject: That Guy in the Office 4

An email arrived from him:
subject:  fancy a ..?

I was down like a shot.  I've been horny now for weeks, with nobody to take
care of things for me.  Since I got the all clear in the clinic, my sex
drive increased, and kept increasing.  I wasn't going to let this one pass.

"That was quick.", he said, smiling.  "I think I owe you a blow job."
"And I think I owe you a proper one," I said.

We went into an office that locked (his doesn't anymore).  I undid my belt
and the buttons on my jeans.  Before I knew it, my boxers were down around
my knees, and my cock was in his mouth.

And Oh My God did that feel good.  Very good.  Better than 10 months ago
when he tried it the first time.  Much better.  I was in extacy.

"You've been practising"
"Nope"
"Well, that sure feels good"
"When was the last time you came?", he asked.
"Twice yesterday, twice the day before, twice the day before that..."

He sucked me off for a few minutes, and then started to play with my balls.
Heaven.  He was taking just about all of my cock into his mouth, sucking on
the head - hey, he even managed to get all the foreskin back (rare for me).
He licked the side of the shaft, and then plunged my cock back into his
mouth and ran his tongue around the head.

He took a break for a bit, and jacked me off, hard and fast, and smiled up
at me.  Then he went in for seconds.  Then thirds.

He was insatiable.  I couldn't resist touching him - I put my hand on his
shoulders and rubbed the gently.  I ran my hand down his back.

He sat up for another rest, so I unbuttoned a couple of the buttons on his
shirt so that I could see his chest - it was hairy (I had known that
anyway), and I ran my fingers though the hair.

He went back in for another attack on my cock, and I rubbed his back and head,
running my fingers through his hair.  I knew he was beginning to
get a bit restless - he desperately wanted me to cum in his mouth.  And I
desperately wanted to cum, more than anything.

However, I knew he wasn't enjoying it, and that was really hampering my
performance.  I really really wanted to cum.  I really needed to cum.  But
it wasn't working.

He sat back for a rest, and I reached out and stroked his cock through his jeans.
He stood up, undid his zipped, and pulled everything down to his knees, exposing
his cock to the world.

I took it in my hand, and he took mind, and we mutually jacked each other off for a few
minutes.  Then I knelt down and took his cock in my mouth.  I rolled my tongue around it,
suckled on it, pulled for foreskin back and licked the glans.  I stroked it in my beard.
I sucked, and suckled, and licked.  And he moaned, and closed his eyes.

But I knew it wasn't working.

Eventually, he took matters into his own hands (literally!) and started to jack off,
with me kneeling in front on him, waiting.  I was jacking off too, and everything time
I though he was close, I was getting close myself.

He stroked it, and moaned, and then said

"are you ready?"

and blew his load into my waiting mouth.  And kept pumping.  There was more and more
coming out.  I swallowed what I could before his started filling my mouth again.

I licked him clean, but still didn't manage to cum myself...

"This is getting bad - it's 4-nil now.  And I know why I'm not able to cum - you are
not enjoying it."

"Yeah, I'm not.  When you touched my hair that time, I really didn't like it.  When you
were sucking me off, I was closing my eyes and imagining it was a woman.  Then I'd realise
it wasn't and would begin to loose it.  I had to go deep into the 'wank bank' in order to
cum that time"

"Do you think trying anything else would help?  I mean, kissing, sucking your nipples, that
sort of him" - one has to ask these things.  I'm forever hopeful.

"Oh no, just thinking about that turns me right off."

Not what I wanted to hear.  The amount of times I nearly kissed him during our sexual
encounters.

"Look, I have a free house for the weekend.  I can drop over and pick you up and we can try
things out a bit better.  Say Sunday"

"Hmmm.  Well, yeah, maybe.  Oh, no, I can't.  I have plans for Sunday."

So, we chatted about other things for a while at left it at that.

I'm still hopeful for another try, though.  And next time, I'll even the score.


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