Date: Sun, 29 Oct 2006 20:04:10 -0500
From: greenbriefs (at) gmail (dot) com
Subject: Office Boy Opens Up

This work is copyright the author, who can be contacted at greenbriefs at
gmail dot com. This is a story about adult things, so don't read it if you
are not of legal age.

			    Office Boy Opens Up

Staying late at the office one evening, I crossed paths with a young office
boy. There was no one else on the floor this late, so I decided to chat
with him. He looked hot; he was average height, slender, and boyish
looking. He had shoulder-length, straight, black hair and beautiful, big
brown eyes. He said he was eighteen. On a whim, I invited him to my
office. He was smart enough to recognize what was going on, and I was
elated when he agreed.

I led the boy into my small office and shut the door.

"Take off your clothes," I ordered. I stared, like a lecherous old man, as
this young thing disrobed. His long fingers worked at his tie, then the
buttons of his shirt. He was wearing a tank top underneath, which showed
off his nice chest. He then moved to his belt, quickly discarding it before
undoing his pants and dropping them to his ankles.

God, he was so hot, standing there in his tight tank top and skimpy, pale
blue briefs. His arms and legs were long and thin, but nicely toned. His
briefs stretched tightly over his teen cock.

I pulled my own cock out of my pants. His eyes gazed longingly.

"Have a taste," I said. He walked over to me, lowering to his knees. His
slender, boyish face came closer to my crotch, his lips spreading to engulf
my hard cock. With his long fingers wrapped tightly around the base of my
dick, he bobbed his head back and forth. His lips moved up and down my
cock, and his other hand stroked my balls. I loved looking down at the
submissive boy, his slender form belonging to me at that moment. Long, dark
hair swayed as he sucked and slurped.

"All right, guy, you're doing great," I said, slipping my cock out of his
mouth. He looked up at me, and I could have blown my load right there. His
big, dark eyes, his cute face, his sporty, naked legs, and the rest of his
sexy body, hidden by his tank and briefs.

"Stand up." I put my hands on his narrow waist, hooking fingers into the
waistband of his too-small underwear, and tugged down. He lowered his
underwear the rest of the way, his teen log flopping around, half-hard. It
didn't take long for the boy's cock to reach full erection. It was an
impressive cock, too, for such a thin boy. It must have been seven inches.

"Lie back on my desk," I told him. I lifted his legs into the air, exposing
his puckered hole. Although his cock and balls were surrounded by a dark
patch of hair, his anus was smooth. I sucked on a finger and rubbed it over
his love hole. The boy moaned, smiling at me. I pressed my finger
inward. He was tight, but my slick finger broke its way in, sliding slowly
up his channel.

"Are you ready?" I asked.

"I've never had one that big before," he said.

"Don't worry, I'll go slow. Just relax, and breath." I retrieved a condom
from my wallet, some lotion from my desk drawer, and poked my cock-head at
the boy's back door. I slid in. It was slow going at first, but soon, he
loosened up a bit, and I was all the way in. His breathing was heavy and
his smile was gone, but his cock was rock hard. Precum oozed out of his
big, red, round mushroom-knob, onto his flat, hairless abdomen.

I rocked my hips slowly at first, acclimating the boy's ass to my
cock. When he told me to give him more, I didn't hesitate. I thrusted deep
into the teenager. He moaned, spreading his slender legs apart, opening up
for more.

The hot stud didn't last long. Without even touching it, his dick began
spraying spunk. His quivering ass, and just the sight of his orgasm, set me
off, too. I thrust deep a few last times, emptying my balls into the
condom.

After a moment to catch our breath, I leaned over his thin body and kissed
him. He stripped off his tank top and used it to wipe up his mess.

"That was real hot," I told him.

"Best fuck I've ever had," he said, that big smile crossing his face.