copperknob
01-17-2010, 03:09 AM
The room was hot, the heat eased only slightly by a gentle breeze that wafted up the stairwell from the ground floor.
I was here to pick up some documents and run them back to the office, part of being the junior in the outfit.
I'll call him Bill, and Bill was shooting the breeze, sitting there by the table against the balustrade. He had the envelope but was showing no sign of handing it over.
He put the envelope on the table and indicated for me to come and pick it up. As I rose to walk across the room, he reached into one leg of his walkshorts and with difficulty brought out a long, slender hard cock and began pulling it. He smiled. I blushed. The cock got stiffer, and a little bead of moisture popped out on to his cock-head.
I didn't know what to do. The first instinct was to grab the envelope and run down the stairs, but I was fascinated by his seemingly ever-hardening cock.
"Want a turn?" he said in a low voice so as not to be overheard by the receptionist down below.
I shook my head, "no." But there was a stirring in my underpants as my 19-year-old cock started to stiffen.
"Come on, come on over here and get this," he said waggling his cock and causing a little stream of precum to flow.
I scooped up the envelope and as he was about to grab my hand, a voice celled from below: "Bill, there's a call down for you."
"Damn," he said, feverishly forcing his cock back into his pants.
"Hold it please, Joanne, I'll be there in a mo," he called as he tried to regain composure. The stiffy stuck up like a hammer in his shorts. Mine was mimicking it, and he could see it which didn't help him as he tried to make his subside.
"They've rung off," Joanne called. Relief spread over Bill's face and he smiled, winking lewdly at me. In went his hand and out came the cock again, stiffer than ever and the knob wet with precum.
He stood up and walked over to where I was standing, his cock twitching. He gave it a couple of strokes and a little tap and was reaching for my hand when he passed the point of no-return.
Thick pearly cum erupted from his knob and he just managed to get his hankie out to catch it before it spilt on to the carpeted office floor.
"Damn." Second time he'd said it. He folded his slackening cock into his shorts and said. "Maybe another day?"
"Maybe," I agreed, my own cock wanting to burst out. "But not here, somewhere more private. Where there's less chance of getting caught."
I was nervous about that. My job would be gone if we were caught.
I had one hand in my trouser pocket idly rubbing my hard-on. I put my jacket over my arm and held it so Joanne wouldn't see the tentpole as I walked past her desk on my way out.
My cock subsided as I walked but the image of Bill's lomg slender cock and juicy cum danced through my head. Definitely, maybe another day. Yes, more than maybe, a definite yes. I wanted some of that cock and I wanted him to have some of mine.
To be continued.
I was here to pick up some documents and run them back to the office, part of being the junior in the outfit.
I'll call him Bill, and Bill was shooting the breeze, sitting there by the table against the balustrade. He had the envelope but was showing no sign of handing it over.
He put the envelope on the table and indicated for me to come and pick it up. As I rose to walk across the room, he reached into one leg of his walkshorts and with difficulty brought out a long, slender hard cock and began pulling it. He smiled. I blushed. The cock got stiffer, and a little bead of moisture popped out on to his cock-head.
I didn't know what to do. The first instinct was to grab the envelope and run down the stairs, but I was fascinated by his seemingly ever-hardening cock.
"Want a turn?" he said in a low voice so as not to be overheard by the receptionist down below.
I shook my head, "no." But there was a stirring in my underpants as my 19-year-old cock started to stiffen.
"Come on, come on over here and get this," he said waggling his cock and causing a little stream of precum to flow.
I scooped up the envelope and as he was about to grab my hand, a voice celled from below: "Bill, there's a call down for you."
"Damn," he said, feverishly forcing his cock back into his pants.
"Hold it please, Joanne, I'll be there in a mo," he called as he tried to regain composure. The stiffy stuck up like a hammer in his shorts. Mine was mimicking it, and he could see it which didn't help him as he tried to make his subside.
"They've rung off," Joanne called. Relief spread over Bill's face and he smiled, winking lewdly at me. In went his hand and out came the cock again, stiffer than ever and the knob wet with precum.
He stood up and walked over to where I was standing, his cock twitching. He gave it a couple of strokes and a little tap and was reaching for my hand when he passed the point of no-return.
Thick pearly cum erupted from his knob and he just managed to get his hankie out to catch it before it spilt on to the carpeted office floor.
"Damn." Second time he'd said it. He folded his slackening cock into his shorts and said. "Maybe another day?"
"Maybe," I agreed, my own cock wanting to burst out. "But not here, somewhere more private. Where there's less chance of getting caught."
I was nervous about that. My job would be gone if we were caught.
I had one hand in my trouser pocket idly rubbing my hard-on. I put my jacket over my arm and held it so Joanne wouldn't see the tentpole as I walked past her desk on my way out.
My cock subsided as I walked but the image of Bill's lomg slender cock and juicy cum danced through my head. Definitely, maybe another day. Yes, more than maybe, a definite yes. I wanted some of that cock and I wanted him to have some of mine.
To be continued.