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My 1st Guy Pt. 02

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It had been a little over 2 months since my friend Brian & I started sucking & jerking each other off. One night after leaving our meeting I took Brian to a spot I found, it was an area they had started sub-dividing for building houses a few years back but never went forward beyond clearing a few spots thru the wooded area. One area was just a path large enough for a truck that led to a fairly large opening that was totally hidden from the world. This was to be our very own sex spot for the next few months.

That evening as we hurried to undress Brian asked if I would mind if he ate my ass. In a matter of less than a second I said yes.

Putting the back seat of my father’s station wagon down we now had a huge space to lay out, after rolling out my sleeping bag we could lay on and be comfortable. Brian began stroking my cock and after I was rock hard he asked me to turn over and kneel with my ass in the air.

As I knelt down Brian pushed my legs apart so my hole would open up for him then pushing his face to my ass began running his tongue from my balls to my taint then up my crack until reaching my ass. Once there he ran his tongue around the rim finally pushing it into my hole. My cock got so hard it felt like it would almost explode, Brian must have sensed I was so horny as his hand began jerking me off as his tongue explored the inside of my ass.

I told him I was almost ready to explode and he reached for a towel holding it below just before I was almost there Brian pushed two fingers inside my ass and began fucking me with his fingers. In seconds my cum started spurting into the towel as Brian was flicking his fingers inside me.

After I was finished I asked Brian if he would like me to do that to him, without answering Brian got to his knees and began spreading his own ass cheeks wide open showing me his tight ass.

Bending to his ass I drove my tongue straight into his hole, as I tasted his dark hole I smelled a strong musky smell that wasn’t awful but was very strong. His pungent flavor was to my surprise very exotic and I realized my cock was rock hard again, but this was his time so leaving my cock alone I drove my tongue deeper inside him flicking it about. Reaching for Brian’s cock I jerked him off like he did me as my tongue fucked his ass. As I felt his cock begin to twitch I slid a finger into his ass as I continued to tongue him, within seconds he shot his massive load into the same towel that I had soaked earlier.

Afterwards we lay together and Brian told me he had spoken to one of his school friends about us. The guy was named Manny who he told me was gay, Brian it seems told him everything. I was a bit taken back by it as I didn’t want anyone else to know and if I was gay I certainly didn’t illegal bahis want to be outed by anyone at that time and told him so.

As we spoke and he described Manny and to my horror he was someone whom I didn’t know well but summered at the same campsite my parents & I stayed at. All I could think of was running into him over the summer and him putting together that I was Brian’s Bob.

I asked Brian to not speak to him about us anymore and he agreed. We dressed and I drove him home.

Two weeks later we hooked up at our spot again doing the same ass tonguing and finger fucking climaxing into a towel. This went on for a few more times then summer was here and our meeting were on hiatus until Sept. Brian & I got together less often as he sat for his younger brother & sister during the day all summer while his parents worked.

One weekday I went to visit him and while they played outside he & I sucked & jerked each other off. That weekend my parents had left for the day on Sat and I invited Brian over. As we lay naked playing with each others cock I asked him if I could fuck his ass and his answer was yes.

Brian knelt on my bed, neither of us being well versed on man on man anal knew at that time his ass should be lubed, as my dry cock head pushed inside his ass he let out a scream and I pulled out immediately. Brian was just yelling ouch ouch ouch, it was then that I hear my parents car pull in, they were supposed to be out all day. I jumped up told him to dress and went to the bathroom. I jerked off as quickly as possible and came just as I heard the kitchen door open.

My mom said they were home deciding to come back early. After cleaning the cum off my cock I came out of the bath saying Brian & I were working on a couple of the rites for the meetings when they restarted. Mom asked if he wanted to stay for dinner but I think he was still in shock of us almost being caught and told her he couldn’t. After a few minutes he said he had to leave and walked home.

The next weekend I went with my parents to their trailer and relaxed with all my friends playing softball and getting high. Saturday night I ran into Manny, when no one was around he smiled and said he heard we (Brian & I) almost got caught fucking last week.

I was totally aghast at the thought of Brian telling him our secret, while nobody was looking I cornered Manny and whispered if he knew what was good for him he would shut up about this. Manny was a little guy and I could see fear in his eyes as he shook his head in acknowledgement.

The next weekend my parents went to the trailer alone and I asked Brian over. When he got there as he kissed me I pulled away, he asked if there was anything wrong. I told him of my conversation casino siteleri with Manny and that I was pissed at him for talking about us to him. Brian said he was sorry but also told me that Manny asked him if I thought the three of us could get together. Manny it seems had known for a while that we stayed at the same place over the summers and I guess he thought we could have a threesome.

I told Brian in no uncertain terms the answer was no, I was not ready for anyone else to know and was really pissed off. I told him I just wanted to be with him and he agreed not to talk to Manny about us anymore.

The rest of the summer every time I ran into Manny, I worried about my secrets being spilt. One day I saw him whispering to a girl I knew as his eyes were glancing over to me. After she left I went to Manny asking him what they were talking about, his answer was just stuff. I again told him softly what I said in our earlier conversation and he told me they weren’t talking about me. After he convinced me they weren’t speaking about me I went to leave, before I did Manny told me if I ever wanted to get together with him telling me I could fuck his ass, that he knew I never got to fuck Brian. I told him to leave right then and there, although I have to say it did run thru my mind wondering what it would feel like to have my cock inside him.

After getting home Sunday night I called Brian while my parents went shopping asking him if he had still been speaking to Manny. Brian insisted he hadn’t but it still bothered me that Manny knew we still hadn’t been able to fuck yet and I asked him one more time. Brian after a bit admitted he had, it was then I told him about Manny wanting me to fuck him and I was kind of pissed at him for continuing to speak about us to Manny. Brian’s answer to me was that he knew Manny wanted me to fuck him but he told Manny not to pursue it. So he was mad at Manny and I was mad at him and I blurted out if you want to be with me you need to stop putting our stuff public.

It was then Brian told me Manny had been asking him out and he wasn’t sure if he wanted to go out with him or not. I told Brian I wanted him for myself and that is the reason I didn’t want a threesome with Manny. Brian said he wanted me also, although I’ll be honest I just wasn’t totally convinced.

About a couple of weeks later while at the campsite I overheard Manny telling someone he had been with a guy he went to school with. As I strained to hear the conversation I heard him tell them his name was Brian who was dating another guy but went on a secret date last Wed with him. He told them he let Brian fuck him and he had a 7″ cock, I thought to myself that is about the same size as my Brian and how many poker siteleri guys named Brian from his school with the same size cock could there be.

I thought about that conversation for a while and remembered Brian wasn’t home when I called that Wed and wondered could it be true. When I got home from the weekend I called Brian and asked him about it. He told me over and over he didn’t go out with him but to be honest I didn’t believe him and told him so.

We argued for a couple of weeks over this, our times together were difficult as we both had difficulty maintaining our erections and sometimes couldn’t cum. One day while we were together in our private parking area I was actually able to get rock hard as I think I was beginning to believe him. Brian who was sucking my cock asked me if I wanted to fuck him and I answered yes. My brain was racing with excitement when I realized we had nothing to lube his ass and told him so. Brian’s answer was just use your spit it’ll make it easier to slide it in, it hit me at that time and I thought how does he know that neither of us have fucked before and I didn’t know about that yet. My mind began racing did he hook up with Manny and I blurted out that question to him.

He told me he spoke to Manny about how it hurt when I tried to fuck him dry and he told him to use K-Y or if there was nothing available to just use spit. I wasn’t convinced he hadn’t been with Manny but was also pretty pissed that Brian may have still been discussing us with him.

Anyway long story short my erection left me that night and although he called me several times after that was the last time he & I were together. I told him the final time we talked that I wasn’t sure I could trust him as he still tried to convince me he wasn’t with Manny, but I told him I think we need to end it.

I heard a while later that Manny & Brian were dating, at least that’s what I heard the rest of the summer while Manny told his stories.

All these years later even as I have been married to my wife for over 35 years, I still think of him. I wonder if we had stayed together what could have happened, would I have gotten married.

Imagine my surprise when I found out he moved back to town, taking care of his parents when his father took sick. Now after his dad passed he lives with his elderly mother, just less than a 1/2 mile from where I now live.

I have driven past his house a few times to see if I could get a glimpse of how he’s aged over the years. Was he still that hot thin guy with that big hot cock or has age taken it’s toll as it has with me. I have gained weight, my brown hair now white but my cock is slightly bigger than it was back then. As I wonder I guess I may go to my grave never knowing what could have been if I had stayed together with him.

Oh well guess I’ll never know, but I still do cherish the good times we had and do dream about him from time to time.

That’s my story I hope you enjoyed, if not I’m sorry but at least for me I have finally gotten it off my chest.

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The Boss of You Ch. 03

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Three weeks have passed like hunting hawks in flight. We haven’t stopped to talk about what we’re doing, only acted on what we both probably fear is a doomed relationship but both of us too excited to stop it before it goes too far. Stolen moments, fleeting glances, and knowing looks that are probably held way too long are all that we can share at work. It’s not proper for a boss to be fooling with his administrative assistant.

I must be horribly old fashioned because in my brain, I keep starting to say, “secretary.” You’ve corrected me more than once; in fact, you’ve put me in my place in front of the two warehouse drones and that battleaxe of a part time “assistant” that corporate saddled us with. They all are probably losing respect for me as their boss, but I don’t give a shit. Corporate has written off our branch as dead weight and the only thing that keeps us in our jobs is their greedy desire to keep at least some of the parts flowing to old customers since that might actually pay the expenses on the building that they built at the height of the real estate boom and now have hanging around the figurative neck of their balance sheet like an albatross. In fact, if we were better at marketing, our huge inventory would probably be moving faster, selling down to a more manageable level, and making our jobs more and more superfluous until the day they send a liquidator in to assess our remaining inventory and blow it out the door at a rock bottom price right after letting the five of us go.

But for now, I’m feeling proud of myself in a completely selfish way. I feel that through careful management of the flow of parts, I am delaying our sell-down and putting off that inevitable day when they say, “That’s it. You folks can go home. We might pay you through the end of the year, but get your personal things and turn in the keys. We’re closing this branch.”

Why “selfish,” you wonder? Do you really have to ask? Because the only reason I’m not online all day pimping my resume is that while I’m employed here, I have a relationship going with my lovely assistant who I’m secretly dating after work and really secretly boinking while I’m AT work. I don’t really know how to search for that kind of job on Monster.com since I think banging the help is frowned upon in other, more successful companies. I may be wrong. I don’t know.

And every day when those two doofuses from the warehouse head down the road for their “lunch break” to sit at the end of the international airport’s runway, watch planes land, and smoke joints, you and I are playing. The admin sent in by Manavgat Escort corporate is never here at lunch time so it’s only us and we make good use of that time. And every day that I don’t seem to “notice” that the two stoners are coming back later and later, it also means that I have more and more time to touch, tickle, fondle, feel, kiss, caress, tease, and please Miss Dressing Too Sexy For Work.

Today, you’ve got that skirt on that makes all the others look even shorter. Good Lord, those legs of yours do wonders for you. What they do to me however, is wholly unfair. If I hadn’t bought you those shoes and that skirt, I would wonder if you were trying to give me some sort of heart condition. But since I purchased the entire outfit, I am well aware of the effect that the ensemble is meant to have on me. I wonder if you have followed the caveat that I laid down for when you wear it.

Doofus One and Doofus Two are finally gone. Battleaxe is nowhere to be found; most likely she’s writing a report to corporate about the non-necessity of transferring any of us to the St. Louis home office. Or maybe she’s planning her next transfer where she will surely spy on another mid level manager and report what she sees until that guy too gets laid off or fired in shame for doing dirty, dirty things to his willing secretary.

Dammit, Administrative Assistant. Says so right there on your business card.

Your back is to my office door as usual. But through the windows, I can watch your cascading black hair fall about your shoulders, see your dusky skin as you shuffle papers around your desk, and once in a while I can see your lips while you’re talking to customers on the phone. Those lips. The things that you’ve done with them since that first day when we stopped talking and started acting would convince anyone at corporate to keep you on in whatever capacity you wanted.

“Dear Mid Level Management Drone,

Please make arrangements to sell off all remaining inventory including office equipment and fixtures. Pay the final month’s rent and utilities before closing the building. Send all outstanding purchase orders via courier to corporate office. Remit all sensitive documents to headquarters. Dismiss remaining employees with usual severance pay, except for Sarah. She is to report to the Executive Suites in St. Louis immediately to assume her new position.

Fuck you and have a shitty life, Your Asshole Boss

P.S. Drink bleach.”

Whatever. We’re alone and I know you’re waiting for me to take charge and start today’s lunch hour Escort Manavgat fun time. I’ll worry about stabbing my boss in the eye with a dull spoon at a later time. All of those dreary thoughts go right out of my mind when I watch you, when I remember what we’ve done in the last couple of weeks. And, my God, I must have you again before the relentless feeling in my brain causes me to go nuts.

“Sarah,” I speak into the intercom and you jump, startled. I know you’re making fun of me in your mind since if I’d merely raised my voice, you would have been able to hear me through the glass windows of my office and the closed door.

You punch the button and say, “Yeah?” as if to say, “Really? We’re going to be this formal now?”

“I have a task for you, Sarah.” With pride, I notice that you immediately sit up straighter in your chair, back straight, motionless, waiting to hear the rest of my request. This is something you’ve learned in the last couple of weeks. That as we’ve played our game of “Yeah, I am the Boss of You,” your signal that it’s time to begin has been for me to call your end of it a “task.” At work, we talk about the job, the workload, and the duties. When I say “task” we both know that one or both of us is going to end up naked, sweating, and sated soon. Your motion is something I’ve carefully nurtured in you, knowing that with subtle hints I could bring about in you a desired physical reaction as if you were submitting to me without even realizing that you had done it.

And now that I have your attention, I am ready to get my daily dose of you doing my bidding.

“Sarah, are you wearing underwear?” My voice through the intercom is loud in that outer office. So loud that if anyone else was in these offices, they would hear clearly my shattering of at least five “employee interaction standards.” You are probably blushing at the question; not because it’s embarrassing for me to ask but because you’re almost afraid that someone will hear. I’ve certainly asked about the status of your undergarments before. I’ve asked what they were, what color they were, what their current state of “humidity” was, and directed you in when I wanted them left behind. But at work, I’m sure you’re cringing a little. But interested in where this might go and remembering the ways in which we’ve enjoyed each other in the last couple of weeks, you do not answer except to shake your head in the negative.

“I want you to lift your skirt. I want you to play with yourself. I want you to do it right there at your desk. I want you to do what I tell Manavgat Escort bayan you when I tell you. I want you to continue to face away from me. I want you to listen carefully. I want you to cum. I want you.”

Dutifully, I can see the motions of your elegant hands in your lap as you lift the hem to allow yourself access to your sex. And I know that those manicured fingers are touching, probing, and stimulating something that I’ve grown to consider mine. As my instructions grow more detailed and more demanding of further acts of stimulation and intrusion to your center, you work vigorously to meet my demands. I can see your arms moving, know that you are getting excited and wet, and know that soon, you will be on a hair trigger waiting for me to make the demand that will set you off and have you gasping to catch your breath. Your head begins to lull back, your mouth open in a small “O” as it does when you’re excited, and your eyes close as you near your release.

I am pulling strings as if you are my personal marionette. You are performing solely for my enjoyment and I am drunk with the power I feel from this act. Sure, you will get to have your orgasm, but I am the one with the heady feeling of control over such a lovely creature as you. Beautiful, and until a couple of weeks ago, so innocent–naive even–you are now mine, to do with as I want in every sense of the word.

Powerful word; want. I told you what I want. Just as I continue to hoarsely make demands of what I desire as you frantically masturbate yourself at my direction in the outer office. I want you to feel that slight fear, that pang, that someone might come back early; that “she” might walk in to tell us we’re all fired. That you might get caught with your fingers in your pussy, so close to orgasm that you might not be able to stop if you did get caught. I want that feeling of desperation from you. I want you so ready to let it go that all I have to do is ask for it. But want works both ways. You want to hear my voice. You want my command, my direction, my guidance. You’ve told me that you crave it. You want my control over your sex life. You want me to tell you if and when you may orgasm. You want me to deny you if I see fit. And you want me to demand it of you if I want it too.

Your motions outside my office are quick, repetitive, and quickening. I know from past experience that you are close. And you are probably in danger of giving up and letting it happen. So I press the intercom button one last time and say, “Sarah….?”

Without waiting for an answer that might interrupt the fantastic voyage your brain is on, I continue. Finally, permission is granted. In fact, the act is demanded.

“I want you to cum. Cum for me now, Sarah.”

And outside my office door, as I watch excitedly, all hell breaks loose as you allow it wash over you and consume you.

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