Jack Pt. 1: Captured in His Workplace
I stumbled upon Jack online, and he appeared a few years younger than me at first. I believed he was just hunting for a Daddy. Therefore, in the beginning, I kept my distance. There was even an occasion when I implied that he believed that way because of his youth, then he inquired about my estimate of his age. When I mentioned mid-twenties, he laughed, revealing his true age, which was three years younger than mine.
Our dialogues became more playful and intimate after this. He was divorced, had an adult child, but was single at present and had been so for quite some time. His business was thriving despite the pandemic. We started exchanging ideas about sex and fantasies.
Jack disclosed that although he had considered being with a man, he had never engaged in sharing a bed with one before, except for some adolescent mischief. He had only dated females and had occasionally been pegged by a girlfriend. These memories prompted his interest in a connection with a fellow man.
We conversed for a while. I had made an assumption about where he lived, predicting he was from the west coast and would be an American citizen, given his late-night posts on social media. When he suggested meeting, we discussed the challenges due to our distance, but I asked how it was possible to do so.
He clarified that he lived in Scarborough, the same borough as I, just a 10-minute car ride away.
I agreed to meet him at a nearby mall for coffee. It was still the era of the pandemic, and almost everything was closed, but coffee shops were considered necessities, so they remained open. We met on a Saturday morning, I walked, and he drove. Our meeting spot was a coffee shop where we took our beverages to go and sat in his car.
We are both vaccinated, and he had gotten his first jab.
We chatted and learned more about each other. Being of the same height, 5'8", he has a pleasant physique, not excessively muscular but not in bad shape either. He was dressed in a hoodie, a t-shirt, sweatpants, and running shoes. I observed his movement as we talked and felt a bulge in his sweats. His penis, which I've viewed in a photo, has a slim shaft and a decidedly plump mushroom-shaped head. This would undoubtedly provide a satisfying feel inside someone. Curious, without asking, I began to stroke his penis as we spoke.
He moaned instantly, and uttered, "oh my god," and I ran my fingertips over his large head.
Placing his coffee in the cup holder, I gripped his hand and captured my cock. It wasn't an easy task for him to access it, given my jeans, so we combined our efforts. After a few strokes, I instructed, "Suck it." I had agreed to play a dominant role, considering he required direction.
While trying to lean forward, he accidently knocked over his coffee. Feeling self-conscious, he hesitated to go any further. With that, he began the engine and departed. As he was driving, I inquired where he intended to go. He responded, "Let's go to my office - it's about 5 minutes away, and we'll have some privacy."
After arriving at his office, a single-story industrial unit with offices in front and a warehouse in the rear, we stepped out of the car. His penis remained exposed. "Please keep it out," I requested. He appeared apprehensive but obeyed.
He entered the office, turned off the alarm, and we went inside. He fished around for his key while I approached him and touched his extended penis. He seemed anxious but complied. Once we entered his office, his door was made of a highly reflective, shiny material, almost like a mirror with a hazy film, we closed the door, and I embraced him.
I wanted to feel him closer to me, so I grabbed his shaft as we kissed. We stopped briefly with the door behind us as he struggled to find his keys. Once he had them, he pulled me toward his office.
His office door has a shiny, almost mirror-like laminate, creating a somewhat foggy reflection. As we stepped into his office, I did the same. Grabbing him, we kissed deeply and touched different parts of his body. Removing a sweat pant was simple, and they gathered at his ankles.
I felt his cock while stroking him, and the hairs on his neck tickled me. He leaned back, pressing his butt against me, causing my rock-hard cock to wedge between us. His head was tilted back, and I leaned in, kissing him with an intensity. Brushing his lower lip, I said, "I never imagined." He sighed, "So where?"
Unwilling to let go, he reluctantly relinquished my grip and fetched his key, taking me along as he led the way to his office.
Ceasing the kiss for a moment, I lift the hoodie and t-shirt up over his head, leaving him nearly bare in front of me. Returning to kissing him, I nibble on his nipples, causing him to exclaim, "Fuck!"
His penis is pressing against my leg, and I observe a wet spot on my jeans caused by his pre-cum seeping from the large head. I touch him again, running my hand along his small but thick shaft and around his generous balls. Altogether, he's about 6 inches well-endowed.
"You owe me a blowjob," I inform him. I push him down to his knees, where he unfastens my pants and slides them down, exposing my bulge that pops out against his face. He rushes toward it eagerly, and before I can gag him, I tell him to do it slowly.
I hold his head in place and gradually fuck it with my cock, setting the pace and depth for him. Satisfied that he's got it, I allow him to take control of his speed. He sucks me forcefully, and I watch the blurry reflection as his face moves in time with my hips.
He's a newbie, but he performs admirably, and I'm compelled to halt him before I ejaculate.
Standing him upright, I inquire, "Are you prepared to be fucked, to finally experience a real cock?" He claims he is.
I spin him around, press him against the shiny door, and crouch down to rim his ass, then insert my fingers. They slide in without resistance, so I know that we may indeed be prepared. Rising to my feet, he's propped up against the door, gazing into the reflection at me.
I approach and insert the head of my cock into his ass. As he requested, I'm fucking him raw, aiming to deposit a load in his ass. I angle him slightly and push, and the head of my penis penetrates him. His eyes never divert from the reflection, his gaze locked on mine.
Excited and eager, he pushes back, moving in sync with my forward thrusts. I plunge into him, and eventually reach the deepest part of his ass. I pull back and lean over his body, biting his neck as he exhales a deep breath. His body ceases its movements and sinks into mine, signaling his willingness to be fucked rather than just penetrated.
I begin slowly, building a rhythm and increasing the tempo. I hammer into him, sending vibrations throughout the office. I continue to bite him, nibble on his ears, and wrap my hand around his cock. I can't maintain a steady pace with my thrusts, and I don't try; instead, I focus on sliding up and down and clasping his cock, taking the head into my palm. He grunts, loudly, an indication that he's near climax.
I increase my speed and viciously thrust, determined to reach climax simultaneously.
With a deep moan, he ejaculates, covering the door with four to six pulses of semen that stream down toward the floor. Sensing his climax, I eject my seed into his ass, slowing my pace, and finally withdraw my cock. He collapses to his knees and leans forward, catching his breath.
"Holy shit," he gasps. "That was so fucking amazing."
Reaching over him, I grab a fingerful of his semen from the door and deposit it in his mouth. Disliking the task, he tries to evade me, but I insist, and he soon licks my finger clean. We remain on the floor, still panting and shirtless, a mess of sweat.
Apart from the quiet, empty office, we now hear music playing and the sound of the copier running - it's beside his office. Realizing we are not alone, we conclude that someone has entered while we were occupied.
He cleans the door, leaving faint signs of his ejaculation on the surface. He cleans up. [Perhaps you can rewrite the last couple of sentences with "He wipes the door down, creating faint traces of his cum on the surface."]
We tidy ourselves up and make ourselves presentable before leaving his office. We're prepared for someone to be there, but there's no sign of anyone on this weekend day. But he recognizes the vehicle in the parking lot and knows he needs to talk to her on Monday. He can't bring himself to confront her today, so he'll gauge her reaction to see if she picked up on anything.
Instead, we return to his home and engage in frequent sex sessions. For two elderly folks, it seems our sex drives are in high gear.
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