The Part Timer

My fingers were aching! I wanted to get my work done and get the hell out of there so bad that I had been sitting behind that goddamn terminal for six hours straight without taking even a break. I had to stop for a couple of minutes or I knew that my fingers would fall off. I got up and walked to the outer office. I sat behind the bosses' desk, put my feet up and picked up an ancient copy of TIME magazine and started to read it. Soon my thoughts wandered. I looked around the dingy old office and thought to myself what a rat-hole it was.

It wasn't the worst job in the world, but certainly not the best. I had taken the job as word processor in order to have some money for drinks when I went out to the Charlie's and the other local bars. I was planning to keep the job until I graduated college and could get a real job, sometimes I hated it so much that I wanted to walk out right then, but I never did. When I first started there, I would go to work every night after school. I would usually work from 7:30 or 8:00 p.m. until the wee hours of the morning. That late at night, I often felt isolated and alone in the dark, silent office. It seemed like the computer and I were the only two entities in the entire world.

The job was menial and didn't take much concentration and often my mind wandered as I typed away. I would sit there late at night thinking about sex. I always fantasized about meeting someone at a bar and bringing them to the dark office late at night and fucking their brains out. Sometimes I sat wondering what it would be like if some gorgeous young hunk suddenly came bursting in from the dark corridor, threw me on the desk and tore off my clothes. I often found myself getting a hardon. I knew, or at least hoped, that none of the other employees would be stopping in that late. One night, when I was extremely horny, I knew that I had to jerk off. I reached down and began to rub the bulge in my pants as I worked. Soon, the work seemed unimportant with respect to my cock. I walked to the outer office and sat at the bosses' desk. I lifted my butt off the chair so that I could lower my pants and underwear. I pulled out my cock which had already grown to its' full eight inches. Slowly, I began to stroke it up and down, up and down, until I was to the point that I could not stop myself. My surroundings and the possibility that someone could walk in at any moment added to the sensation.

I was so horny that I decided to take off all of my clothes. If someone did show up, there would have been no way to deny what was going on, but I didn't care. I was going wild in my own sensations. Just then, I remembered a bottle of Vaseline hand cream that one of the girls kept there for those wintery days. I got it from the draw and lubricated my cock and my hands. With one hand I jerked on my cock very rapidly as I let the index finger of my other hand slide up my asshole. Needless to say, I was in heaven and it wasn't long before I squirted warm, sticky cum all over myself. As the spasms subsided, I laughed because I remembered that I was getting paid $5.05 an hour for this. I rubbed the cum all over my chest so that I could put my clothes back on, which I did. I finished my work and retired for the night. Night after night, the same thing happened, always with that chance of someone walking in and catching me totally nude.

After several months of this, my work load at school had become too much and I could no longer work at night since I had so much homework. I told my boss that I would only be able to work Fridays, Saturdays, and Sundays. He said it was okay with him, as long as the work got done. Suddenly, the job wasn't so much fun anymore. Now, I was working six or seven hours a day, rather than two or three. Often, there were other employees there with me and there was no way I could even think of touching myself. My situation had changed, but my thoughts were the same. Just being in the office caused my cock to throb and my thoughts to turn to those of sex. It was a very frustrating situation.

One day, I think it was a Friday morning, I got to the office and was surprised to find that no one else was there. It was nice to be alone again, but I knew that I still couldn't do anything since people were in and out of the place all day. As I sat there working and daydreaming, I was suddenly aware of another person. I hadn't heard him come in because the printer was making an awful racket and the radio was on pretty loud. When I looked up, I expected to see one of the girls who worked there, but I realized the face was unfamiliar to me. It was a guy, about 23, with blonde hair in a business suit and carrying a clip board. It was unusual to see anyone I didn't know in the office. I said "Can I help you?" and he said "Hi, I'm from Remco copiers and was wondering if you had a few minutes to talk about your copier needs." I explained to him that the boss already owned a copier and I was really not the right person to be talking to since I was only a part-timer.

He was looking directly into my eyes and I felt that he wasn't going to just leave. He started to ask me things about what kind of work I was doing and how long I had been working there. Being a generally friendly guy, I made small talk with him as I worked. He said "Are you very busy or do you have time for a quick blow job?" It took a minute to sink in. When it did, I couldn't believe it. For the first time, I took a good look at him, he was very cute, much more attractive than I had noticed at first. He bent over and kissed my cheek. I stood up and kissed him back, but on his lips. I took him by the hand a led him to the outer office. I explained to him that someone could come along and this probably wasn't a very good idea, even though, as I was talking, I was lowering my pants and jockey shorts. I laid down flat on the bosses' desk and he bent over and started to lick and suck on my cock and balls.

I was so nervous that someone would come along that it made me very excited and horny. He asked me to turn over so that he could spread my cheeks and get at my tight asshole. I turned over and remembered all the times that I had worked on my own asshole with the bottle of Vaseline. I opened the desk drawer and pulled on the bottle. I didn't have to say anything. He took the bottle from me and squirted a large amount of the slimy stuff into my ass. No sooner had he put the bottle down than I felt two of his fingers slip in between my crack. "Ohhhhhh!" With one hand he was driving me crazy while at the same time undoing his suit-pants with the other. I heard the jingle as the buckle of his belt hit the floor along with his trousers. He pulled me back so that my feet were on the floor and I was bent over the desk. Slowly, he pushed the head of his cock into my asshole and then thrust in the rest of his shaft. He reached around in front of me and was pulling on my throbbing cock.

The door burst open and tramping in comes one of the women who works there. She stopped dead in her tracks and her mouth fell open when she saw what was going on. He pulled his cock out of me, but by the time we had stopped, she had turned and walked right back out. Having been caught really turned me on and I felt I was going to cum. I said, "Please put that gorgeous meat back into me!". He asked me if I was sure and then thrust back into me. He picked my legs up in the air and began to bang me like there was no tomorrow while pulling on my cock so hard I thought it would break. I shot the biggest load I had ever shot directly on to the bosses' desk. He took his cock from my ass and I sat in the bosses' chair. He came towards me and fucked my face. He held my head and rammed his cock deep into my throat, I gagged, but he did not stop.

Once again, the door opened and the girl walked in. This time she did not stop, or even look in my direction, but walked straight through to the computer room. At this point, I didn't even care that she was there. He fucked my face harder and harder until he was about to cum. He pulled his cock out and shot a giant wad of cum all over my face. He squirted, it seemed like 10 minutes, he came on my face, my hair and all over me and the bosses' chair. Then, he kissed me square on the lips, slipped his pants back on and was gone. I cleaned myself up as best I could and made my way for the men's room. I combed my hair and got myself back together. I was too embarrassed to go back into the office, so I went home.

The next day was Saturday, when I got to work, the girl who had caught us was already there. I started to explain what had happened. She stopped me and said "He came in here once before you worked here. I was here alone and he tried to sell me a copier too!" She smiled, and I knew the same thing had happened to her and I had to explain no further.

A few hours later, the boss walked in. After a while he came into the computer room and was talking to me.

He said "I wanted to talk to you about a raise.... By the way, do you know what that mess is all over my desk and chair?"

I had forgotten to clean up all of that sticky cum. I said "Gee, I'm awfully sorry, I spilled some 'cream' there yesterday and forgot to clean it up."

I could barely hold my laughter as I walked to the bathroom to get a wet rag.

Hot Party Hump

Help yourself to anything you want to eat or drink! I bellowed the command from my bedroom, wondering who in the hell would arrive over an hour early for my party. Someone had, and they came in when I called out of the bathroom window to tell them where to find the key. Whomever it was hadn't called back to identify themself. Maybe I had an Avon lady poking at my buffet. If she eats any of the boiled shrimp, I'll kill her! Gawd, but they're expensive!

I was still hot, sweaty and nude from the shower, and that overly strong first splash of cologne needed to evaporate back down to reason. I'd allowed an hour to get dressed, everything else was ready to go, but I wanted to be sure I had time enough to get into something that someone might want to get out of in a passionate hurry.

I wasn't planning on THAT sort of party, but I had left the nightstand drawers slightly open in both bedrooms, revealing condoms and lubricant. That was to signal my friends that, should the mood arise they could feel free. The fresh jumbo shrimp on the buffeet table should be enough to put anyone in an orgy mood!

I wanted to let my body cool awhile, but my surprise guest prompted me to put on a pair of Jockey shorts at least. No sooner did I pull them up than I heard a rich, deep woice in the bedroom doorway drawl, "Hi."

"Oh, it's that one! How hot! He's fucking beautiful! Oh, shit, I must have told him the wrong time! Oh, what a hunk!" My thoughts went into a flurry, with all of my personalities trying to talk at once as I glanced in the mirror for eye contact. "Hey, I'm glad you could make it," I gushed. "Have a drink and some food. The punch bowl with the ribbon around it is nonalchoholic. Uh, the other bedroom's for coats and there are hangers on the bed and the closet's empty. Help yourself to anything you like. I'll be out in a few minutes."

He smiled and nodded but didn't speak. He was munching something already. A trace of red on his lips and a toothpick in his fingers told me he'd found the shrimp. He started to unbutton his jacket as he wandered back toward the other bedroom.

He'd been an impulsive last minute invitation. I'd wandered into one one of my usual hangouts earlier, to double-check that an invitation had been delivered and that they remembered to have the bags of ice they had promised to me. He was sitting there with one of those inviting looks of loneliness and boredom. He told me he was on a twenty-four hour layover before his flight to Singapore and was bored silly.

If I hadn't a party to set up, I'd have taken over right than and started trying to show him some of the local sights. As it was, it seemed perfect to invite him to the party. I was delighted that he'd shown up, even though he'd warned me earlier that he had to leave early for the airport.

After several minutes, I assumed he'd found something with which to amuse himself, for he hadn't returned to my room. I sniffed at myself to see that the cologne had calmed down, and I'd stopped 'glistening' from the hot shower. My clothes were spread out on the chair. I was about to turn when I glanced in the mirror and gasped-with delight!

He leaned against the door with a grin, munching another shrimp and displaying one exciting, masculine body. He hadn't just removed his jacket, he'd taken off everything except his white briefs, and they displayed a tent pole that seemed to know it was party time! His eyes were taking inventory of my body, while mine seemed a bit transficed by his, with the center of interest quite definitely in my line of sight. He was magnificent!

"The party isn't supposed to start for another hour," I gulped, "but you might not be the only one to arrive a little early."

He stepped into the room and latched the door shut, then he reached out with one arm and summoned me with curling fingers. I walked into his arms like a zombie. The hand taht had been outstretched found its place in the middle of my back, then slid up into my hair. His tongue speared down into my open mouth before his lips made their contact. I could taste the shrimp in his still very hungry mouth. Delicious. He was testing a melon for ripeness with his other huge strong hand. Under his touch, it didn't seem as large as I often worried it was. Maybe I was more of a grapefruit.

Our "conversation" didn't take long to heat up. Our tongues engaged in debate as our lips sought to crush one another. Saliva smeared around our chins as we tried to see if our bodies could get any closer. My hands were thrilling to the strong muscles at his shoulders and back as he pulled me into his embrace.

It was only a few feet to the bed and somehow I got flipped over and landed on my belly. He was on top of me in an instant. His right knee was firmly between my legs, his arms under me with command and authority. The weight and texture of him rolled gently across my back, thrilling me with its touch. Tiny chest hairs tickled between my shoulder blades and I could feel a hard nipple pressing into my flesh.

His other leg fell between mine and the hardened cock straining at his shorts managed to press into the crevice of my churning ass for a dry run. His arms tightened and squeezed as he chewed at my shoulder. He let up on the bite and began chewing his way down my back. He continued around the elastic band of my shorts. I felt his teeth closing but not into my flesh. Instead he pulled a length of the white cotton into his teeth and pulled until the cloth ripped. The entire back panel of my shorts were quite literally chewed off!

His tongue found target zero and attacked. As he feasted and I yowled with glee, I heard voices calling from the living room! So did he. "Tell them to wait," he growled.

"Wait!" I yelled. "Entertain yourselves. I'll be out in a minute... make that an hour. Eat! Drink! Be fuckin merry!"

I was reaching frantically for the nightstand drawer. I didn't wart to rush this man, but I needed, quite badly, to get my asshole fucked good and deep and get my nuts off so I could return to lost my party.

He put his hand on my arm and lowered himself down on my body once more, his iron-hard spear now dry humping at my juicy hole with only his shorts to prevent full contact. His hand slid up my arm to my hand, finding a condom in a foil packet. "Convenient," he muttered.

He lifted himself to his knees again, leaning back for a moment. I buried my face in the pillow, embarrassed over how I'd yelled at my guests. Then I decided they'd get over it. After all, there wasn't one of them that wouldn't have done the same thing. To pass up getting buttfucked by a stud like this guy would be insane. And I was perfectly sane. At least until that point. And I desperately wanted him to fuck my brains out.

I needed my ecstasy buttfucking. I needed to feel his entire dickshaft thrusting up my guts. Grinding his groin into my butthole. Thrusting his shaft into me and shooting his hot, manly load up my hole.

His strong hands parted my anxious cheeks. His wonderfully hot cock found my hole and I puckered it tight and reached back to guide him into me.

Slowly, but firmly and deliberately, his cock entered my asshole and sunk its full length deep into my willing, hungry guts.

I thought I was going to cum all over the bed as he slid his fat prick into my puckering slit.

The thrill of feeling such hot, hard power oozing up into my bowels was sending me into a whole new world. I've been fucked plenty, don't get me wrong-just never, never, has it felt that hot. Unreal.

My guts churned and swirled and rearranged themselves to welcome the straight, solid intruder.

Passageways opened to the pressure then closed in around it to caress and adore the manly, thrusting shaft. When he was all the way in, he paused. His hands tightened at my hips, his knees braced his body for good leverage. He was ready to go. And he fucked me good and deep. Long and hard. I was in love.

"Mmmm, hummmm," he grunted, pulling his first hot, sliding backstroke tauntingly, then returning it with an emphatic thrust. He gave me another two or three of those long, slow deliberate lunges before he found his pace and went for it. My hole was getting fucked by a mad man. Each horny thrust pushed me that much closer to involuntary climax. My butthole was clenching his throbbing prick.

My mancunt was being ravaged. He was fucking my insides out, deeply burying his huge, throbbing meat into my butthole. I reached back and felt as his nuts slapped against my cheeks; against my swelling buttlips.

My whole body pushed forward on the bed with his every plunge of hard cock into my ass, yet with each of his backstrokes, I managed to arch it back up with him, as if trying to cling to his withdrawing meat, and I was in place for his next thrust.

I could feel his sweat splashing across my back. His hands dug fiercely into the flesh at my hips. His hard cock stabbed my guts again and again, slapping hsi balls against my eager asscheeks.

His hands yanked my ass into his gut and his cock threatened to tear me open, sinking deeper than it had reached before. I thrilled to the feel of it jerking about inside, stirring my guts, while his own ass trembled with squeezing, pushing release of his storehouse of sweet cum.

Suddenly jets of his hot dickjuice were splashing against the insides of my fucked-out butthole. I reached back and squeezed his nuts as though milking a cow-getting the last drops of hot cum inside of me. Then my load shot off underneath me. I squeezed my asslips tightly as he slowly withdrew and offered to lick his prick and nuts clean.

He helped me get dressed as I prepared myself for my party guests.

When everyone stopped staring in awe at my stud's beauty I proposed a toast-to the best damn party I'd ever been fucked out of.