My Boss Steve
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I've been in this job a while now: my first job since I left university. I'm 24 and I write software for a successful I.T. company based in Bristol. I like working for the company: they have a policy of empowering their staff in that they pretty much let us get on with it. As long as you deliver what you've been asked to, they don't mind how you get there. My boss, Steve is clearly keen on the company's philosophy as he would never interfere or direct your work. What Steve does do, and does well, it to meet each of his team regularly, ask how we're doing and if we need any help and that's about it. We all like him and know we can go to his office anytime and ask for help. If I ever get to be in his position, I'd like to be just like him. He has a very attractive wife, who I've met, and I understand a couple of kids.
I like living in Bristol too. The city is not too big, but big enough to have everything. I'm originally from Cornwall and have black hair and a swarthy complexion as you'd expect. My dark-ish skin tone is actually partly due to my Father's Grandfather who came from Turkey which probably also explains why I'm tall for a Cornishman, at just about 6ft. My Father is even taller than me and strikingly handsome. I worshipped him growing up and yearned for his encouragement and praise. I got neither, nor any physical contact. He'd shake my hand but never the hugs I craved
I've never had a
problem getting sex. I learnt at an early age that girls want sex almost as
much as boys. I like to stay in good shape and go to the gym three times a
week. I also keep fit by playing friendly football with some pals. I'm told I'm
good-looking and certainly girls I meet almost always seem interested. I guess
that's why I have a reputation amongst the guys of being a bit of a "Jack the
lad". I don't actually have a different girl every night as they like to think,
but I certainly get my share,
I suppose by most
people's standards, I'm getting more than my fair share. I don't want a second
date, and I don't think most of the girls do either. I've only ever made a
handful of them climax. I find that if I take my time, I lose interest together
with my erection. I guess that old joke applies to me, the one that goes, "How
do you get a girl to orgasm? Answer - Who cares?" Recently, I've been feeling
that the regular "wham bam, than you ma'm,
bump and grind" has become a bit kind of, er routine:
a bit boring. Yes, the challenge and then the satisfaction of getting my latest
conquest between the sheets and getting my rocks off is
nice, but it feels like there must be more to it. I've tried spicing things up with
different positions, even locations and recently anal which I really like but a
lot of girls won't do.
I don't know if I
have a problem, or if all guys are like me, but I'm aware of my dick all the
time and I mean all the time.
Sitting, I feel it squashed by my legs; standing, it pushing out the front of
my boxers and trouser-fly, walking; it swinging and jiggling. It's almost
always half-hard or at least a bit plumped which is probably why the guys in
the gym showers always seem unable to stop themselves taking a look.
All that had to stop of course now the Corona virus lock-down happened. I am able to work from home and have had to go back to wanking a couple of times a day (which I hadn't done since I was a lot younger).
In the middle of writing some fairly mundane code, a pop-up announced that I had a new email. I clicked to change apps and opened the note. It was a broadcast to all employees that the office would re-open and that we should all go back on Monday. There then followed lists of what time who should go in when. They seemed to have worked out a sort of roster system so half the staff would start early, the rest go in later and finish later. I was in the second list and would work from 1030 to 1730. Short days sounded good!
I was expecting to go back soon, as a while ago an effective treatment for the illness was developed and recently a vaccine was being rolled out. I had mine a week ago. I'll admit, I was looking forwards to seeing all the guys at work again. I was really fed up with my own company.
I thought about sex too. I was surprised to feel that I really didn't want to go back to a string of one-night stands again. So what did I want? Not a long-term relationship that was for sure. I felt kind of unsettled that I couldn't see a way forward: how I wanted my life to be now things were going back to normal. Back to "normal"? no I didn't want that. I remained very confused.
At about six o'clock I was thinking about which microwave meal I would delight my taste-buds with this evening, when the 'phone rang. It was my boss, Steve, "Hello Stu."
"Oh, er hello Steve. How are you?" "Things are, pretty good thanks", he responded. "I just wanted to make sure you had seen the email about the office re-opening on Monday." I suppose Steve must be calling everyone in his team, but there were twenty of us. Was he really `phoning everybody?
"Yes I read it just now, thanks Steve" I said.
"Great. Really looking forwards to seeing you again. I'll see you Monday at 1030 then. `Bye `till then." "Bye Steve. Thanks for `phoning." I heard him hang up and put my `phone down.
So he knows I got
the 1030 starting slot, I thought and wondered if he knew all of his team's.
Maybe he put the roster together himself. Yes, that'd be it.
I chucked my work
clothes in the washing machine ready for Monday. I was looking forwards to it.
Monday turned out
to be even more fun than I had anticipated. We got little work done in the
morning. Everybody wanted to tell the others what they'd been up to in order to
stay sane over the last months and to catch up on each other's news.
I went to lunch
with the small group of my closest mates. The guys were all really upbeat; it
was so good to be back. "So how about getting together in the park for a
kick-about later?" I suggested. "Hell yes. What a great idea. I'm up for that."
Was the resounding response. "What about doing it properly and setting up a
couple of works footie teams?" Darren suggested, "We could ask around the other
groups".
"It gets a bit
complicated with too many", someone commented, "there's twenty in our group,
what about 5-aside, we could have four teams?"
"I'd rather not include the girls", I said, several
of the others agreed to that and it was finally decided to set up two teams
with however many reserves as necessary. "I'll email everyone," I volunteered.
The week rolled on
and it began to feel things were back to normal. They were pretty much, except I was still horny but still not wanting to
hook up with any of the girls that gave me the eye in the street, in the aisles
of the supermarket or in the pub.
By Thursday we had
enough volunteers for our footballing plans to make two teams of five with four
subs. One of the guys had a cousin who worked at the local sports centre and
he'd managed to wangle the use of their pitch on Friday evenings at 7p.m. Not
an ideal time, as eating would need to be after we'd played meaning it would be
quite late.
Just as I was
packing to leave for home on Thursday evening, Steve, my boss came over and
leaned on my desk. "I hear you're organizing and office 5-a-side session", he
said. "Yes it's just a few of us getting together for a kick-about really", I
responded.
"I'd love to be
included. Is there space for one more?" I
really needed to check that the others were all right with this, but he was my
boss, so what could I do? "No, that'll be fine. We're meeting at the sports
centre. Kick-off's at 7." I'd OK it with the others
tomorrow. "Great," he grinned. He was a
big guy. I'd never really noticed before. He had a, what I guess is called a
`presence' about him: a confidence, but a confidence based on being good at
everything he did, in no way arrogance. `I bet he's even good in the sack,' the
thought suddenly came into my head. I bet his wife has nothing to complain
about!' Why was I thinking that? I smirked which sort of made me feel a bit
more laddish.
Friday came and we
gathered at the sports centre. There were fourteen of us; two teams and four
reserves. I initially was a reserve and so I sat and watched the game. My boss Steve
turned out to be a really good player; he was a powerful guy and fast on the
field. Broad-shouldered, he had powerful legs that were short compared to his long
body; a real footballer's physique. He was fast and got the ball past the
opposition easily. The more I watched, the more I saw that he moved like an
animal; a hunter; a big cat, his every movement economical, carefully planned
and perfectly executed. He made use of every part of his muscular body. I
thought back. He was like this when he moved around the desks at work or walked
to his office. It gave him his unspoken power over other males.
After a while, he
was called off and the guy sitting next to me on the bench took his place. Steve came and sat next to me. "You played
well", I said, trying not to sound like I was sucking up to the boss. "Thanks",
he smiled. "I'm looking forwards to seeing you perform". His smile got broader.
"You know, I've been very impressed with your work", so he wanted to talk shop.
"I'm always very satisfied." "That's good to hear, thank you", I felt myself
blush slightly. "It's true", he continued, "in fact, if you keep satisfying me,
I think you could have a bright future in the company."
That was a strange
way for him to compliment me, I thought. We were sitting close together and our
thighs accidentally touched. I moved mine away but shortly after, felt the
hairs on my legs brushing up against his again. The warmth of his skin was then
once again pressing against my thigh. Maybe our initial touching wasn't an
accident after all. This is a bit embarrassing, I thought and yet I didn't want
to move away and anyway, we're just blokes and why should it matter. I was
called onto the pitch and with a "see you later", I went off to play. It felt
good to be on the field again after all this time and
I played well. Towards the end of the game, Steve was once more on the field.
The game lasted a little while longer then, just before we came off, Steve
bumped into me. He apologized, but didn't back away as soon as I would have
expected. He just kind of stood there right up against me and said "Sorry". I
could smell his sweat mixed with his after-shave or deodorant: a very
distinctive and expensive smell.
We all walked,
chatting to the shower block carrying our bags. We stripped off and draped
towels around us waiting for our turn in the welcoming hot water. There were
three shower heads in the enclosed, communal shower area, so it took a while.
Steve was sitting with his towel over his shoulders against the wall opposite
me. I got ready to dive into the shower as soon as the next guy came out, but
Steve came over, sat next to me and started talking about the game. I felt the
heat of his body next to me again, and smelt that intoxicating mix of his sweat
and deodorant. I missed every chance to get to the shower. I couldn't just walk
away from the boss while he was talking, could I.
When the boss stood
up, I realized we were the last to shower. We walked around the wall and saw
there were only two of the guys showering with one head free. "Go on", Steve
offered. "Thank you", I said and hanging my towel on a hook, walked over to the
vacant outlet and switched on the water. I ducked under and when I raised my
head, saw Steve standing there naked. He looked magnificent. This was a fine, a
superb, no, the perfect example of an adult male human animal. His proud,
handsome head with the perfectly groomed hair, receding slightly and turning
attractively grey at the temples, sat on his broad shoulders. His deep,
powerful chest narrowed to his waist. Across his very slightly rounded stomach,
a line of hair ran down to the ample, but tidy bush of curly hairs above his
genitalia. The thick length of his penis hung heavy over his plump, dark scrotum,
his balls weighty in their sac. My eyes carried on over the thick, muscular
thighs, hairier than the rest of him. I was totally lost in my thoughts as I
seemed to be compelled to take in all of this man. Completely unable to look
away, I mused, this was nature at its finest. The form I was observing was
designed primarily, entirely to procreate. Everything about his body was
developed to draw the eye to his cock, to make whoever saw it want to submit to
him, to want to share his genes, to have his babies. I wanted desperately to be
him. I wanted to be close to him. I wanted to feel his body against mine I
wanted his warmth pressing tightly against me, his arms around me pulling me
hard against him. I needed him to get closer, so close, to somehow transfer his
presence into me, to get inside me.
What the fuck? What
was I thinking? Why was I thinking what I was thinking? I looked up at his face, his generous mouth
and soft lips smiling at me, his even, white teeth gleaming.
`Oh god' I thought,'
I've been well and truly caught out'.
I turned my back to
him and washed quicker than I ever have. As I was rinsing, I felt his hand on
my shoulder. He turned me slightly sidewards and said, "Maybe we could go for a
run together sometime". I could swear I felt the slight bristle of his pubic
hair against my hip and the light brush of his cock against my side. "OK", was
all I could blurt out. I left the shower, dried and was quickly dressing when
he came out of the shower. He smiled, his eyes lingering on mine. I nodded
politely and left for home.
Getting back from
football, I dumped my bag inside my front door and went into the kitchen and
made a cup of tea. I sat on the settee in the living area and thought about the
day. I thought about what had happened during the game, on the bench and on the
pitch. I tried to make sense of what my boss had said and done, about what
happened in the shower, about the sight of his magnificent, glorious,
alpha-male nakedness. I realised I had a full-blown erection.
Back at work in the
office, I didn't see the boss at all on Monday. I was glad as I was seriously
worried about looking him in the eye after what happened at football. I was
finding it hard to concentrate on the software I was tasked with improving, my
mind kept insisting on showing me a picture, in colour and full HD quality of
my boss standing naked, looking me straight in the eye and smiling. I needed to
really get my head sorted. I simply didn't understand. I'd read somewhere that
if you were used to exercising regularly, the lack of it during lock-down could
cause a hormonal change. That must be it. I also heard that the prolonged lack
of company could affect you mentally. Maybe I needed to see a shrink. No, I
thought, it's just a crush; a crush like I had at college on my PT teacher. He
was a very fine specimen of manhood and I yearned to be just like him with his
muscular, hairy legs in those white shorts. Or my crush on Mr. Tregunna my Technical
drawing teacher. He was the most handsome and hairiest man I'd ever seen and
wore the tightest trousers. I wanted to be, oh and to smell, just like him.
There's nothing wrong with a crush surely, I reasoned. I got back to work.
On Tuesday afternoon,
I responded to the ping from my PC. It was a meeting invite; a meeting invite
from the boss for 5.30 that evening at my desk. He knew that I finished at that
time as did everyone else working the same hours. I accepted of course, but my
mind was racing. Was this it? He was going to tell me my time with the company
had come to an end. I guess it was bound to happen. You can't gawp at your boss
and study his naked body in the communal showers after football and not expect
this.
I began to plan
where I would look for a new job. There was a company near Bath that provided
military software for the Ministry of Defence. I'm
sure there were jobs in London. I was well qualified.
5.30 came and most
of my colleagues were leaving. By about twenty to six I'd said goodbye to the
last of them and thought I might as well try to finish what I had left to do
before I was fired. Steve the boss came out of his office and walked towards
me. I caught his eye. Why was he smiling; to soften the blow? "What are you
working on currently?" He stood next to me, behind my desk so he could see the
screen. "Er, um, the control system software for the
navigation application", I managed to stammer. He moved closer, his thighs
pressing against the arm of my chair. "And what's that bit of code for?" I
breathed in that expensive smell of his, and fought to keep my eyes from
darting to get a look at the fly of his suit trousers that were now so close.
"That is the new part I'm writing to detect errors and rectify them". I
answered trying to concentrate.
"Looks like really
good work", he was complimenting me! His hand moved down and briefly touched
his crotch. That was too much. I turned and looked at the rounded contour of
his trousers, it seemed inches from my face: so very close. I couldn't help my
sharp intake of breath. He stood there silently for what felt like ages.
"As I said, Stu,
I'm very impressed with your work and I'd like you to present the department's
update to the directors at the next monthly meeting. How are you with
Powerpoint? " Was this really happening? The opposite of what I was convinced
was going to happen. "Um. OK I guess", I answered. "Don't worry; I can give you
a hand with that. I'd really like to see you get, er,
more exposure".
He really was a
nice guy, "That would be good, thank you very much, the help would be useful."
"I'm pretty busy at
the moment, but I could spare you some time after work. I tell you what; I go
for run most evenings. How about I drop in to your place tomorrow evening
before my run? You live in the flats by the park don't you? Say about 7 o'clock?"
What could I say?
"Yes. That'd be good. Thank you." The boss patted me on the back, rubbing a
little between each pat. "Great. I'll see you then." Before he turned to walk
away, I took another furtive glance at that beautiful shape in his trousers,
exaggerated by the fact that just beneath, his legs
were pressed hard against the arm of my office chair.
I saw the boss only
briefly the next day. Now I realized I wasn't going to be fired, I got stuck
into the coding problem ahead of me. I left as usual at 5.30.
As Steve the boss
was calling in later at 7.00, I thought I'd eat early. I took a prepared salad
out of the fridge and sat in front of the TV to watch the news. I ate a little,
but wasn't very hungry. I realised I was taking in very little of what was
being said on the TV. I decided I should shower before he arrived. It was just
because I wanted to look my best because, because he was the boss. Yes that was
all, because he was my boss, nothing more. I stripped of in the bedroom and
remembered the bottle of my favourite shower gel that my sister had given me
for Christmas. I was saving it for a special occasion, but of course, those
hadn't happened during lock-down. `Was this a "special" occasion? Really? Well,
yes, he's my boss', I justified, arguing with myself in my head.
I was at my desk in
the living room by 6.30, trying to remember the finer bits of Powerpoint. I
struggled to concentrate and my thoughts kept wandering. Several times I had to
stand up and walk around to get the tent in my new, light grey jogging bottoms
to subside. Seven o'clock and I was now just pacing up
and down. Why was I so nervous? At ten past seven, the doorbell rang. My heart
pounded and my mouth was dry. I walked to the front door, checking myself in
the hall mirror. It was my neighbor. "The postman delivered this to me by
mistake. Are you OK?" "Thank you; yes I'm fine thank you". I was almost incomprehensible.
I sat back at my desk, and then paced up and down some more. Was he coming? Did
I get the wrong day?
It was nearly half
past when he knocked on the door. "Hello", be beamed at me. "Good to see you.
Sorry I'm late, but I had a problem getting away".
"It's fine", I
said, my voice sounded about two octaves higher than normal. "Can I get you a
drink: tea, coffee?" "Just some water please", he looked around the flat. I
gave him his drink and just stood looking at him; taking him in; once more feeling
in awe of his physique. "Well, should we get started", he said. "Oh. Oh yes,
sorry". `For god's sake, pull yourself together', I tried to get into work
mode. I sat in front of my screen and decided I'd be OK; I'd just not look at
him and concentrate on the presentation.
"This is where I've
got to so far. I've used the company slide format". He stood next to me and
read through my efforts. He made a few suggestions about the words I'd used.
"How about changing
the layout so the spacing is more even?" He moved closer and put his hand over
mine on the mouse. His hand was a lot bigger than mine. I felt a tingle as our
skin touched. He leaned in, staring intently at the screen. I tried so hard,
but it was simply not possible to stop my eyes from looking at the manly crotch
that was now so close. He smelt of `that' smell: him
mixed with the toiletries he favoured. He stood up removing his hand, the bulge
in his shorts now even more pronounced. Nothing was said. He just stood there
and I just stared. I was lost. What was behind those shorts was that
magnificent manhood that I'd seen in the showers. The thin material was all that was between me
and the very essence; the centre of him. But he was my boss. I so wanted to
touch, to feel the heat, the length of him, but I managed to control myself. I
had to. Neither of us spoke. The air prickled. I felt his hand close around
mine again and lift it. My head spun as he placed the flat of my hand squarely
over the outline of his prick. I gently squeezed and felt the shaft thicken and
harden. I looked up into his face; those large, bright green eyes twinkled as
he smiled. "Is that what you've been wanting to do?" I couldn't answer. I just
rubbed the hot shaft gently and it rose, tenting the soft material of his shorts.
He lifted me up; our faces close for several seconds as we each anticipated
what was to come. He pulled me to him. I threw my arms around his big body and
pulled him as tight against me as I could. My head span; I saw images,
memories, I saw my Father and remembered desperately wanting him to hug me and
say "well done" when I scored that winning goal; when I won the scholarship;
when I graduated. The images disappeared as quickly as they came, as Steve pressed
his warm, soft, marshmallow lips against mine. I shut my eyes. `This was how a
kiss should feel' was all I could think as electricity shot from my lips
through my brain and body. I felt the urgent pressure of his tongue demanding
entry and let it into my mouth gladly. He explored my tongue with his, pressing
his lips harder to mine. I felt the
hardness of him against my stomach as I ground my own erection against his leg
and felt his hand inside my joggers, on my bum, pulling me to him.
"My
God. I can't tell you
how long I've wanted this; wanted to kiss you. I've never been sure how you'd
react if I made a move. It's been driving me crazy. Fuck, you've been driving
me crazy." He turned me round and pulled me into him again, this time with his
chest hard and muscular against my back, his legs either side of mine pressing
them together. He pushed his stiff dick against my bum and started gyrating
side to side and then rubbing it up and down; humping against me. He bent down
and nibbled my neck and I threw my head back losing any inhibitions I might
have had.
He turned me back
to face him. I wanted him closer, tighter against me. I wanted him and me to be
one person somehow, but he loosened his hold and pushed me downwards. He knew
what he wanted. He was in control. I wanted, needed him to be in control. I
didn't want to have to think. I wanted him to do to me whatever he wanted,
whatever gave him pleasure. I had my face against the front of his shorts. I
felt the heat of him against my mouth and reveled in the smell of what was
inside.
I gently sucked his
stiffening shaft through the thin material and started nibbling along the
length. He moaned, "Oh yes". Emboldened that he liked what I was doing, I
pulled at the waist of his shorts and he helped by loosening the tie. I pulled
out his cock and there it was, displayed in front of me in all its beautiful,
powerful glory. It looked just perfect. It was thick at the end where the skin
covered the head; slightly narrowing behind and then reaching its thickest
further behind that. The tip of the head just protruded from the wrinkled skin
at the tip. I closed my hand round his girth and slid the soft skin up so it
covered the head completely. Then I slid it down, fascinated as the skin slid
back from the tip, revealing the bulbous head. I moved closer, intoxicated by
the smell of this man's power. I touched my tongue to the head and then sucked
his big knob inside my mouth, opening up as wide as I possibly could in order
to accommodate his size and not to graze the delicate, sensitive skin with my
teeth. Steve gasped as I sucked him in and ran my tongue round the ridge of the
head. I tightened my hand round his shaft, my fingers not quite meeting round
the thickness, and slid the soft, hot skin back and forth as I sucked. I knew
he liked what I was doing by the sound of his gasps and quiet moans but he soon
pulled me away. "Hold on. You're going to make me cum. We have all evening and
I want to make this last. I have plans for you."
I couldn't leave
him alone though and again moved closer. This time, I gently licked his balls,
savouring the saltiness that gave them their own unique taste. I sucked one
into my mouth and, using my tongue, rolled it around my mouth. Once again, I
had my boss gasping and moaning, "Oh yes. I love the way you do that. Feels so,
so nice". He then pulled me away again and lifted me up. He kissed me hard on
the lips and pulled my jogging bottoms down together with my boxers. "Now it's
my turn", he said and, lowering himself to his knees, took my entire cock into
his hot, wet mouth. I've had many blow-jobs from girls before, but never had
the sensations this man was giving me.
I completely gave
in to my lust and felt I was about to fill his mouth; the mouth of my boss,
with my cream, but he pulled away. He pulled my t-shirt over my head and I
stepped out of my leggings. I put up no resistance as he moved me to the settee
and sat me down. He knelt before me and licked up and down the length of my
achingly hard cock. Then, he lifted my legs in the air and started to lick and
suck on my balls. I was in heaven; literally, floating. He then licked further
down behind my balls. I'd never had this done to me and had no idea I was so
sensitive there. But I wanted more. I didn't really know what I wanted, I just
knew this wonderful man had so much more pleasure that he could give me. He
moved his tongue and I all but shouted out when it very lightly touched the
puckered skin around my hole. I had no idea it was possible to feel such
ecstasy. I soon felt his tongue forcing apart the
muscle and slipping inside me. I'd heard about this, but didn't believe anyone
actually did it. My god it felt good. "Oh yes", I couldn't help but moan
breathily. "You like that, don't you," he asserted. It wasn't a question. "I'm
going to make you feel so good. You're going to soon be begging me for more,
much more". I somehow knew that to be true. I didn't understand how he'd got me
into such a state that I wanted him to take control of me; dominate me and use
me as he wanted for his pleasure. That was all that filled my mind. But, my
wonderful boss was going to make sure he gave me as much pleasure as he could.
This wasn't him just wanting to get off. I felt a little ashamed of my own sexual
encounters, but this felt so different, so right, so unrushed and sensual. He
dribbled some cold lube onto my hole and I gasped as he pushed a finger inside.
He moved it around until he heard my sharp intake of breath and realised he'd
found the spot; the spot that was going to give me even more delightful
pleasure. I felt the tight muscle of my bum relax as if it wanted to suck in his
finger. He pushed in more fingers. I don't know how many, but I felt myself
being opened up. He removed his fingers and I watched as he rubbed the lube all
over his massive and rock-hard cock.
"I don't think I
can", I was panicking now. It looked huge. There was no way he was going to get
that fucking great thing into my tight little hole.
"Don't worry. It'll
be fine. I'll be gentle and make sure it doesn't hurt too much. I can make you
feel very nice. You believe me don't you?"
Of course I wanted
to believe him, but I didn't see how this was going to work. His monstrously
engorged tool was never going to go in without it hurting like hell I was sure,
but I wanted to please him and I wanted him inside me so much.
It was a bit late
to chicken out now anyway, as I was spread-eagled on my settee, legs wide apart
and my arse fully on display; presented to him as my bum hung over the edge of
the seat. He was kneeling up close, his stiff dick resting on my balls, my own
aching shaft rigid over my stomach. He reached for the lube and pushed more
into my hole and spread a generous layer over his tool. He positioned the fat,
blunt tip right on my tiny-feeling bum-hole and pushed very slightly. "I really
don't think I can", I said again, really worried now about what his next move
would be. I needn't have worried.
"I'm not going to
force you. I want you to welcome me in. I want you to think about how good I
will make you feel, how it will feel when my great big cock slowly slides in
you. I want you to think about how deep inside you I am going to be, hot and
hard.
This was driving me
mad. I had to do this. I wanted him so much, but how could I? I involuntarily
squeezed my muscle that he was pressing against and it pushed him out. I was
about to apologise, but because he stayed where he was, it had the effect of
increasing the pressure slightly so when I relaxed the muscle, he slipped back
in, this time a little further. It felt good so I did it again and then again.
"Mmm that's nice", he said. Do it again". As I did,
he suddenly smacked my thigh. The shock made me gasp, but also to open my hole
further. I yelped as the fat helmet burst through my muscle and was suddenly
inside me. "Fuck; you bastard. That hurt". "It's OK. Just try to relax. I'll
just stay still". It didn't take long before I'd adjusted to his size. `It
hadn't really hurt that much had it', I convinced myself, `and I've done it,
I've got this amazing, beautiful man, my boss, inside me. I felt his heat
twitch inside me and it made me clench once more. "Oh god that's nice", he
breathed. "That's what you've wanted all this time isn't it, your boss's
rock-hard knob hard up your arse-hole. I know what you want better than even
you do. You've wanted a big, fully-grown man inside you for a long time, haven't
you boy. And I'm the man to give you what you want. I'm going to slowly slide
into you. All the way until I'm as far as I can get; deep
inside you. I want you to feel every inch as I push it in. I want you to
feel my size fill you and that big ridge at the edge of my knob scraping every
sensitive part of you as you open up to welcome me in."
"Oh please. Please,
I want this so much Steve: boss", I gulped. He pushed gently and I instantly
felt the friction. It felt as if every square millimeter of my guts had a
million nerve-endings and he was exciting every single one. I wrapped my legs around
his waist to allow him in further. Slowly now he pulled out until the knob-end
was once again lodged just inside. I was panting now, my mind in turmoil as he
pushed back all the way in. I felt so full, so complete somehow.
"You feel so nice
boy, so very tight. Your hole is hugging my dick. I can't help..." He began to
move more quickly. Still gentle, but with more urgency.
I grabbed my throbbing cock but he quickly moved my hand away. "No. no, I'm the
one who will make you cum", once more he let me know
he was in control." I can make you cum any time I want to". I was somehow completely
sure that he was right. He knew he had absolute power over me as he plunged his
magnificent hardness in and out, making me squeal. He'd called me `boy' and
that's how I felt. I felt I was a young boy again as this big man was teaching
me the pleasure a man could give. Flashes of my muscle-bound gym teacher and
Mr. Tregunna my TD teacher that I'd had crushes on were in my head.
The boss lifted me
and moved us onto the carpet. He managed to stay inside and placed me on my
back with his weight on top of me, his body pressing against mine. What felt
like an electrifying chemical reaction burst into my psyche as so much of his
skin pressed against mine.
He lifted onto his
elbows and once more began thrusting his hips, my insides now on fire. He
kissed me hard on the lips once more, adding to my feeling that although he was
getting what he wanted, he was also making sure he was
giving me the most pleasure he could. "Oh yes, yes, let me have all of you; I
need you deeper, harder", I was almost delirious. As he moved more and more
rapidly inside me, the almost unbearably acute rubbing was making me feel more
alive that I had ever felt. `This is what sex is supposed to be like', I
realised.
Suddenly, my man
pulled out of me. I gasped as I immediately felt so empty, my gaping hole cold.
He picked me up and laid me on my dining room table scattering books and papers
to the floor. He stood between my legs, holding them apart and once more
plunged into me. I could only now grunt and moan with each of his powerful
thrusts and felt the blood pounding in my cock and my balls aching. I hadn't
had `blue balls' like this since I was as adolescent. But he made me feel like
an adolescent again, I mused. Once again, I went to grab my cock, to get the
relief I craved, but he grabbed my hand. "No, no. I told you. I'm the one who
will please you; only me. Will I have to tie your hands?". "Erm",
I began. "Ah, you'd like that? You want me to tie you up? You do, don't you!" I
considered this briefly. `I'd love whatever this man did to me' I thought.
"I want to cum.
Please", I pleaded.
"You will. I'm
going to give you the best cum of your young life, but when I'm ready. I want
to feel your insides throbbing round my cock when I cum", he panted as he pounded
my now slippery opening harder and deeper than ever. I was sure he was about to
pump his cum into me, but he stopped and pulled out of me, leaving me once
again with that cold and empty feeling. He pulled me off the table and pushed
me to the floor. I soon found myself with my head and chest on the carpet and
my bum up in the air. I felt once more, that glorious feeling of him
penetrating and filling me, making me gasp again at his huge size. He really
did know me: this is what I've always wanted. This is what I've dreamed of;
what I was destined for. It just felt so, so right.
He was no longer
being gentle. He was well aware that what I wanted now was to be used,
plundered, well and truly fucked senseless. He pounded harder, deeper, faster.
I had to cum; please let me cum. But he stopped once more and turned me over.
"I want to see your face what you cum; see the ecstasy I'm able to give you. I
want to see how much you yearn for me to give you my seed, my hot cream." "Oh
god; oh yes; please, please."
He kissed me hard
again, his tongue betraying his own urgent need now and forced his knob deep
inside me again where it belonged. This time, he held my hands captive above my
head so I was unable to touch myself and immediately began pounding hard,
giving me every inch with every thrust of his powerful body; that beautiful
body designed solely to give me the pleasure that surely only he could. Each
and every time he nearly pulled out of me, I felt the ridged end of his knob
rub the most sensitive, raw part of my insides. I could no longer help myself,
and in my desperation to relieve the pressure in me, shouted; yelled, "Fuck me boss.
Fuck me harder, deeper, please boss. Make me cum; l have
to cum boss, please give it to me; give it to me harder". His thrusts got even
faster; faster and deeper and I could feel my juices rising, as if flowing from
every part of my body towards my aching dick.
"Come on boy. I
want you to cum; cum for me, show me how good I make you feel. Show me how much
you love feeling my big, fat, hot knob ploughing your tight little bum". My cum exploded out of me and I saw the stars, the moon and
fireworks. I'd no idea I could feel so much pleasure; such ecstasy, but then I
felt the intense pulsing of that wonderful man-meat as my boss pumped his cum
deep inside my body and my orgasm seemed to return. We clung on hard to each
other as we came to terms with the joy our bodies gave us both and each other.
As we started to
finally relax, Steve laid his whole weight on me. He was heavy, but soon
supported himself partly on his elbows.
"That was
unbelievable Steve", I told my boss. It seemed so strange to be speaking to him
like this. "You are a beautiful lover. You must know that you're as good a
lover as you are a boss". He giggled a little. "And you have the most beautiful
bottom. You must have been told that before, many times". We rolled over on our
sides and I threw my arms around him and pulled his chest tightly to mine. I
wanted this to never end. I could feel his dick was still hard inside me. "I
never want you to leave; I want your cock to live inside me forever." He moved
his lips to mine and kissed me tenderly. I've wanted this for so long", he
breathed. "I knew I could please you and I wanted, just had to show you ". "Believe
me I'm so glad you did!" We relaxed against each other. I felt his cock soften
and it soon slipped out. "That's very sad", I really meant it too.
"I'd better go. My
wife will be expecting me back". With that, he stood up and went towards the
bathroom. I followed him into the small room. "Do you want to have a shower?" I
asked. "I`ve just been for a run remember. I have to be hot and sweaty when I
get home". "Well you certainly are that", I joked. "I just need to wash my knob
if that's OK". I watched fascinated as he hung the now soft length of his heavy
meat over the edge of the sink which he filled with warm water, and began to
soap up. I playfully tried to help him rub it, but was stopped immediately. "I
need to get back", he objected.
When he finished, I
gave him a towel and, standing at the sink, began washing the cum off my own
penis.
"You really are
beautiful", he said as he finished drying off. I looked up at the mirror and
saw his reflection, his big frame as he stood behind me. He was an impressive
sight, dwarfing my much younger, slighter physique. He bent down and gently
kissed my neck. "Goodbye rude boy", his reflection grinned.
"You've got a
nerve! You came to my house and seduced me, an innocent boy in the most terrible
way", I teased.
"And you loved
every moment of it". He moved closer against my back and nibbled my neck as I
leant my head backwards towards him. I could feel the growing lump at his
crotch pressing against me. He put his arms around me and felt down to squeeze
my cock. I moved my head and kissed his lips and he moved against me, rubbing
harder now against my bum, pushing me against the sink.
"Oh god, I have to
have you again. This'll have to be quick though", he squirted some hand cream
on to his fingers and pushed one into my ravaged hole. He put some on his now
rock solid cock and pressed gently where his finger had been. "You want this?
Do you want my body inside you again, my hot cock rubbing deep in your insides?"
"Oh please, I want
it so much. I want you to make me feel full again. Ah!"
Once again I felt
that beautiful pain as what felt like the fist-sized knob at the end of his
monstrous organ pushed though the tight muscle of my anus. He continued to push
until I was completely full; completely taken, possessed and dominated. He
pushed me forwards and began his relentless pounding, pushing me hard against
the edge of the sink as he worked furiously for his pleasure and to pump more
of his seed deep inside me. I grabbed my own cock and slid my hand up and down
to satisfy my own yearning need.
The big man speeded
up and hammered into me, then with one final, joyful thrust of his entire body,
sprayed his precious fluid in a long series of throbbing squirts as deep in my innermost
being as was possible. Then, as I felt my knob pulsing and squirting my cum onto the enamel of the sink, he pulled me hard to his
chest and kissed my neck.
We slumped together
against the sink as we recovered.
"I really have to
go", he said. "How do you feel?"
Confused was how I
felt. Confused, happy, satisfied, guilty? I really
didn't know how I felt. "OK", was what came out of my mouth.
"You sure?"
"Steve, I really
need time to think about what just happened. All I know is that I had no idea
that I could feel as good as you made me feel. I know I love knowing I am able
to satisfy you. I have to come to terms with the fact that I just had the best
sex of my life but it was with a man and that if felt so right."
He kissed me.
"We'll do it again if you want to as soon as we can, and yes, you satisfy me so
completely. Thank you, my boy."
I didn't see the
boss at work for the next few days. I remembered it was time for our annual
performance reviews, so that was probably keeping him busy. I was called in to see my senior manager and
sat down in his plush office.
"I have had some
good reports about you", he said, and quoted a few nice comments. He handed me
the document and said I should read it through. Then I got the page my boss,
Steve had written. He mentioned a few jobs I'd completed that he thought were
good and finished by saying, "Stuart's work is always to a very high standard
and he always ensures I am completely satisfied." I tried unsuccessfully to
stifle a grin.
"I think you will
find we can give you a good increase in salary at the next pay review. Thank
you Stuart."
I went back to my
desk smiling, almost giggling at the secret message from the boss. "You look
happy. That must have gone well". My colleague saw my mood. "We have to fill in
the 360 degree stuff now".
On my desk was the
form on which I had to appraise my bosses and colleagues. The mood I was in,
meant I gave glowing reviews of everyone I worked with. For Steve my boss, I
commented on his ability to motivate and how good he was with the team and finished
with," ... he is the best boss I have worked for and I
really enjoy being under him". I knew he'd understand!
I bumped into Steve
a few times over the next couple of days and we smiled politely at each other.
I then received an email from him. "If you would still like help with the
presentation, I could call in tomorrow evening before my run".
I thought carefully
about my answer. It was after all, the work email system. I needed to choose my
words carefully. I wrote - "Thank you, yes I'd be happy to get as much help as you
can give me. I can never get too much help and look forwards to you giving it
to me. I will ensure I use all the skills you have taught me so far and I'm
sure we can work together until we are both satisfied."
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