Date: Sun, 12 Mar 2017 00:36:09 +0100 From: E Ylaer Subject: The Joys and Sorrows of Narzissus Berg - Chapter 1 Category suggestion: M/M, Adult Friends ***** Disclaimer ***** This story is a work of fiction. It means that all events and characters are fictional, their resemblance to real life events and persons is pure coincidence. Story contains sex between men, and politically incorrect jokes. Which does not mean that this story or its author promotes sexual activities without the use of condoms, or the use of politically incorrect or sexually explicit jokes in the working environment. Nor rude hand gestures. © 2017 by E. Ylaer ****** end of Disclaimer beginning of Story ***** The joys and sorrows of Narzissus Berg Chapter 1 - In which I feel sorry for my manager. Someone gets blown. Someone watches. A rude hand gesture is passed, as well as a very bad gay joke. Managers are punished to sit alone in small offices. In addition to that, these offices open from the corridor that leads to where else than the toilet. Separated from the plebs of the open office where mood is always elevated and we have a lot of fun. My beloved manager, Kai-Frederik also recently moved to such office on the corner of the corridor to sit alone. He always keeps his door open so i figure he is missing us. I walk into his office. Rather empty with only one desk at the window. He looks up from his papers, good mannered guy in his late fifties, gray hair, black framed glasses. When he sees me he says "I'm busy." "Watching porn?" "Working." Cold disapproving voice, not lifting his eyes from the documents in front of him. He must look up though when I close the door. "What do you want?" He asks. "I have something you might want to see". And I open the fly so that he can glance at my erect cock in my underwear, the head stuck under the waistband. "Anyone could come in!" He says. "I don't mind." "Well I do. So be nice and put this sign on the door." He hands me a sign "Skype meeting do not disturb" which I hang on the doorknob. Then I walk to his side of the table, he takes off his glasses and turns down the family photo that stands next to his computer. I free my cock, and place it on his desk, on some paper, where it sticks. "Don't!" he says, reaches out and guides me towards him. Then he pulls back the foreskin and licks the head, aaaaaaah! "So beautiful. And tastes amazing." He says in a low voice. "Don't bore me." "You don't seem to be bored." He says with mouth full. I want to answer something sarcastic but he sucks on me so hard that I lose the ability to speak, and just gasp for air. He does it with such skill you'd think he had done this all his life. In fact mine is the first dick he ever tasted, until not long ago he played strictly in Team Hetero. This is how amazing my Cock is. A magic piece of flesh. I see how his hair is thinner on top, I wish I could grab his gray-white locks but he hates it. I'd do it anyways, but it is too early to piss him off. He likes his hair neat. Maybe because so much falls out when I grab it? A visibility west hangs from the back of his office chair. He is one of the rescue officers in case of fire alarm or in case of heart attack. Why I think about this right now I don't know, maybe i wish he would shock me with a defibrillator that would be fun. (no) I'm quite close when a faint knock sounds from the door. He stops and holds my dick in his fist, pressing his thumb under the head and his forefinger on the pee slit. Skilled. He says, "One minute." I'm surprised how calm and official his voice sounds, he does not seem to be annoyed at all by the interruption. He takes it back into his mouth, and squeezes it I cum almost immediately, dead silent, the lights go out for a second, legs weaken. As I seek support on his table I knock over his coffee mug (luckily empty). But I manage my cum all into his mouth. Panting, I button myself up. Try to regain normal breathing. I notice that at the other wing of the office building a man in white shirt stands at the window, who seems to be staring at us. I wave to him. Kai turns around to see to whom i waved. "Do you know that man?" I ask. He shakes his head, opens the window and spits out the cum from the 4th floor, while for a second he shows a rude hand gesture to the man in the opposite window. The spunk lands near the place where the smokers usually stand. Now the yard is empty. He sits back, and calls out, "Come in!" While our colleague Frau Karls enters, Kai says in an outrageously official voice, "I think we discussed this topic quite in depth Berg. In case it is necessary I will organize a meeting." And straightens his coffee mug and family photo. On his mug it is written "All mornings are hard" next to a drawing of a sleepy dwarf. I consider stealing it for myself, to drink from it at home. While I walk back to my desk I can't suppress the broad smile spreading on my face. My steps so light, I even hum to myself "All alone she moves, Into a broken paradise surrounded by the colored lights..." (Lyrics Alle Farben / She Moves) "What's that smile?" Asks Ger who sits across to me. "Heard a good joke." I say, while I sit down. "Tell." "Did you know 80 percent of the gay population were born that way? The other 20 percent were... sucked into it. Hahahahaha!" He looks at me stupid. Smiles faintly. Then his face goes back to strict again. "Did you know that there is Harassment Policy, that forbids employees to pass politically incorrect jokes about homosexual fellow citizens in the office?" "Never heard of it. So no jokes on you any more?" "Ha ha haaa.... So funny. What did Meier want?" "Nothing, he sucked my weener." "You're disgusting Berg, you know that. He is married with children. I'd sooner believe that I went down on you." "Well" I say while flicking my computer to life "You can draw a number." Ger as another solid member of Team Hetero thinks being gay is theoretical science. And bingo, my phone vibrates. I look at the message "Meeting 15:30, meeting room floor K-1, Discussion graphical plans" You should know that on the basement levels (they are marked with "K") there are no meeting rooms, only the cafeteria, underground parking, and a toilet that nobody ever uses. And I seem to be the only one invited to this discussion with Dr Meier. ***** end of chapter 1 *****