Date: Sat, 10 Oct 2020 14:56:40 +0000 (UTC) From: adam walker Subject: Blow Job Security; Gay; Encounters Please donate to nifty.org to ensure they can maintain the site and the quality content we all enjoy. Thanks for reading. Let me know what you think (xxxadamw@yahoo.co.uk), I always enjoy discussing my stories --------------------- I sat in my little cubbyhole between regular patrols of the premises, a bank of CCTV screens above me. Trying to stave off boredom was the greatest challenge of the job. I spent much of my time recalling younger more exciting days, particularly my time in the army when everybody - male and female - wanted to fuck with a broad-shouldered, muscular-thighed soldier. Permanently on heat I rarely passed up an opportunity to broaden my horizons. Now I spent much of my time massaging my ample cock as I daydreamed about past exploits. The twenty years since leaving the army hadn't treated me so well. My once well defined muscles were camouflaged by the padding I'd acquired. My lush black hair, always kept short, had thinned and started to turn grey; and my face now had that lived in look. Twenty years of shitty jobs had worn me down. When I left the forces I'd hoped to become a cop, but a couple of judgement errors on my part put paid to that. Fortunately the security firm that employed me before I moved to Greenwood and Sons was less choosy. On this particular afternoon my memories of an encounter in a train toilet with a suited businessman kept me entertained. I remembered how turned on he'd been by my uniform, and then I caught movement on one of the screens. The back stairwell camera rarely showed anything interesting, but for once I couldn't keep my eyes off the monitor. The screen revealed two male figures very clearly engaged in a blow job. I responded immediately and unzipped my flies, extracting my stiff cock for much needed attention. I could see an overalled figure kneeling in front of a suited man who leant against the wall. (That is if you can call someone suited when their trousers are around their knees.) I thanked the recent advances in technology that had finally made CCTV images clear. As I gripped my rock hard erection I quickly realised who was providing my entertainment. I recognised the post boy, a good natured but rather chubby young man, enthusiastically sucking off Mr Greenwood. I knew that Mr Greenwood was old enough to be the kid's father; he was married with three sons, two of whom worked in the business. A self-made millionaire, the company founder still kept himself in shape, his short stature and lean frame belied his steely determination to succeed. He didn't suffer fools gladly and I would usually try to avoid him for fear of a dressing down for some imagined shortcoming on my part. I already knew all this about him, but I could now add two more pieces of information to my pen portrait of my employer: he liked cock, and he possessed a very impressive one himself. The post boy was more of a mystery. I thought his name was Ryan, and that he could be anywhere between eighteen and twenty five. I guessed he didn't have a vocation for being company dogsbody and that he chose this job because it was all that was on offer. I stroked my stiffy, imagining Ryan zealously working on my cock, his lips firmly clamped around my massive member and his head bobbing furiously as he worked to extract my seed. And in my mind our boss stood watching, vigorously stroking his thick cock while shouting encouragement. Thanks to the security technology I could spy on them engaging in the real thing. Ryan had removed his cock from his overalls and had started jacking it. The camera angle meant I couldn't get a good view of it, unlike Mr G's monster which glistened every time it emerged from the post boy's capable mouth. He had one hand on the back of the youth's head while the other vanished up his shirt where it caressed his nipples. The boy gripped his master's balls with one hand and fondled his ass with the other. Their accomplished performance made me think they'd done this before. Soon the show ended, with the boss discharging his load into the mouth of his employee. it looked as if Ryan zipped up without coming, but I was too busy spilling my seed to be sure. A series of pleasing spasms foreshadowed an eruption of cum over my coarse work trousers. I made a quick trip to the toilet to clean up, wondering if the post boy might be wanking off in there. On returning to my cubbyhole I fiddled with the CCTV equipment until I had a disc recording the recent events on the stairwell. I couldn't help feeling it might come in handy and that I could expect some fun in the near future! My first chance to profit from my act of voyeurism came the following week when I bumped into Ryan in the basement corridor. I invited him into my den, making it clear that I possessed something he really must see. There was barely room for both of us and I took advantage of his proximity to squeeze his plump behind. He looked surprised. When I asked for a blow job he looked even more shocked. "But we might get caught" he responded. "Didn't seem to worry you last week in the stairwell with our boss". Ryan stared silently at the monitors. "Looked like you were enjoying yourself" I said trying to sound jokey and re-assuring. Ryan said nothing. "Would you like to see a replay?" I put the disc in the machine His face went pale and he clenched the back of my chair as he viewed his own image greedily feasting on Mr G's impressive penis. "Now I can see you're an expert and my little friend here is getting impatient," I said, clutching my groin and pushing the outline of my cock into sharp relief against my trousers. Five minutes later he had drained me and a smile had returned to his face. Before he left I told him that I hoped to persuade Mr G it would be in his interests to pay me a visit and strip for me. Ryan got very animated at this and asked if he could watch. "Of course, would you like to join in too?" "Yes please," he fondled his prominent bulge roughly, "can I fuck him?" "We'll see what we can do," I offered. The name plate stated 'Mr. C Greenwood, Chief Executive.' I popped my head round the door. "I have some security concerns I wish to discuss with you." It wasn't an easy conversation, but by the end of it my employer had agreed to visit me at my modest flat on Saturday morning. Come Saturday morning Ryan arrived first, full of excitement at the prospect of a threesome. While we waited I told my acolyte stories of adventures from my younger days. He sat on the battered old sofa, jeans around his ankles and plump thighs akimbo, stroking himself when the doorbell rang announcing our employer's arrival. As I let my visitor in Ryan removed his jeans and pants, and boldly strode towards the newcomer wearing just t-shirt and socks. His erection poked out from under his t-shirt, small but firm. Mr G started to unbutton his shirt. "Hold it, we'll do that for you sir" I ordered. "Call me Charles, and I'm all yours." I removed his shirt while Ryan went straight for his boss's trousers. Charles stood naked in front of us, his erection pointing horizontally in our direction - a big firm fat finger of lust. It's not often I meet someone with a cock to compare with mine, but today I'd met my match. Towering over my boss, I grabbed the back of his neck and pushed his face towards my impatient tongue. I thrust it down his throat while my other hand began to explore his lightly furred chest. meanwhile Ryan went straight for his cock, gazing in awe, handling it as if it was a precious artefact. I began to exert my authority over the trim body that shivered in my embrace. The application of Ryan's tongue to his cock may have been a contributory factor in our boss's response. I stepped back for a minute and removed my clothes. I sat back on the sofa, legs stretched out cock in hand to get a good view of the post boy fellating our big dicked boss. Ryan had serviced the big cock before and it held no fear for him. I like being an observer and this was quite a show. After a few minutes Charles pushed Ryan away. "I don't want to come yet" he offered by way of explanation. "How 'bout you get down on your knees and suck the boy," I suggested, with more than a hint of an order about my tone. Charles looked up at me with a longing expression. he wasted no time in getting down to business on the youngster's cock. I joined them, standing behind Ryan my stiff cock pressing against his chunky ass while my tongue explored his ears. Ryan lost all sense of self-control and with both hands cradling the back of Charles's head started to violently face fuck his boss. Lost in the moment his over-enthusiasm soon transformed itself into a very noisy orgasm. Ryan held Charles's head tightly as he pumped his load right down the throat of his partner. Finally he removed his cock, swept it across his bosses face. "Did that taste good?", I enquired. Charles nodded and Ryan staggered back to the sofa for a brief rest. Sweat dripped off his forehead, but I was sure that being so young (and I assumed) inexperienced he would soon be ready for round two. I took command and directed the kneeling figure to my cock. Alarmed by its size he tentatively explored its contours. He played with the foreskin. cupped my balls, buried his tongue in the base of my stout pillar. Eventually he plucked up the courage to open his jaws wide and engulf the head in his warm mouth. I played with his tits, observing that this seemed to be his 'g' spot. I enjoyed performing for Ryan, but thought it was time to bring him back into the action. I bent down and whispered to Charles. He nodded in response to my suggestion and waddled on his knees towards the sofa. There he placed himself between Ryan's imposing thighs, lifted them from the cushion, and dived tongue first into the lad's ass crack. The young rookie may have sucked a few cocks before but as I suspected this was a new experience for him. Initial surprise quickly gave way to squeals of delight as the youth surrendered to Charles's enthusiastic attentions. I perched beside the pair rubbing my hands over their bodies and kissing Ryan. With his ass sticking invitingly up in the air as he rimmed the novice my thoughts turned to sliding my stiff cock up the boss's hole. Lube and rubber to hand I crouched behind him and worked on it. It wasn't as tight as I expected, particularly for a married man, he must have had quite a lot of cock. Ryan looked on in fascination as I eased my meaty member up the boss's backside. I began to pound that pert little ass. All three of us, each in our own way, experienced a state of euphoria, locked together in our passions, similar but subtly different. Time slowed, each thrust seemed to last an age. Our moans of pleasure entwined to create a unified sound of ecstasy. I remembered Ryan's request; He wanted to fuck. Time to grant him his wish. I pulled out and gestured to Ryan. he eagerly bounced off the sofa, pausing only for me to roll a condom over his small but perfectly formed penis. I manoeuvred Charles onto the sofa so Ryan could get a better entry angle. We were ready for the off. Ryan's first fuck commenced as he massaged his boss's hole. A broad grin shot across his face; I knew he'd made a successful entry. With one hand on his test subject's shoulder and the other round his cock Ryan began pumping vigorously. The experiment ran smoothly and a mixture of slaps and grunts filled the air. I stood on the sofa pointing my cock at our victim's face ready to time my ejaculation with the bucking bronco at the other end of our boss's body. The warning signs were unmistakeable; Ryan's climax was on the way. A couple of extra vigorous tugs and my seed spread across Charles's face. Ryan reached the end of his journey with a final few powerful thrusts. I rubbed my hand across Charles's face leaving it coated in cum which I then offered to him. He enthusiastically licked my palm clean as he finally reached his own climax. We wound down curled up together in front of the TV watching a certain recording that I'd made just over a week before.