wine at one of the bars on the plaza. They did tease me, not in a nasty way at all, but joking about how gingerly I sat myself down in my chair and about my duck-patterned knickers, and they were no crueller to me than they were to each other. Inevitably, it got to me, but I knew full well they weren’t like me and would be horrified at any suggestion of the sort of thing I’d have liked them to do with me, which was just as well as they were all from the company and anything more than a hug and kiss would have risked a breach of my terms and conditions.
None of them lived nearby, so they began to drift off one by one long before closing time and I was finally left to my own devices, sitting outside the bar with a nearly full glass in front of me and my head full of naughty fantasies. I wanted to play, and I couldn’t help but wonder if Charlie was in, so instead of heading back for my building I made my way to her shop. The lights were out, and I knew she didn’t live there, so I walked on, checking the Wharfingers before starting back along the side of the long fence opposite Magnus’s warehouse.
The depot had about as many lorries in as during the day, despite the time, with powerful floodlights creating pools of deep shadow among the lorries, ideal to take me into and make me suck a few cocks. Unfortunately, the security was as good by night as by day, but as I passed the alley beside Magnus’s warehouse I saw his car, parked exactly as it had been the afternoon before when I’d gone down on his cock. Evidently, he was working late, but I had no doubt he’d be able to find the time to give me what I needed and quickly crossed the road. A light showed high on the side of the alley, which was presumably an upper storey of his warehouse, although I hadn’t explored it, but that was all.
I pulled out my phone, meaning to ring, but thought better of it, because if the front door was open I’d be able to strip first and walk naked into his office as he worked over his accounts or whatever tedious task he was at, which was sure to be a nice surprise. That assumed he was alone, and if he wasn’t the whole thing would simply be embarrassing and not in a nice way, so when I tried the door and found it was open I slipped quietly inside and stood listening as my eyes adapted to the dim light. I heard voices almost immediately, Magnus’s bass rumble and another, also male but quieter, more diffident, and which I was sure I recognised. Puzzled, I shut the door and moved a little further into the warehouse. I heard Magnus’s voice again, although it was impossible to make out the words, and the other, a single clear word. ‘Please.’
Now I was sure, and my curiosity was simply too strong to allow me to go back. I could see reasonably well too, by the dirty yellow light coming through barred windows onto the alley and high in the front wall. The staircase was at the back and I moved cautiously towards it, and up, a step at a time. It gave onto an open floor stacked with boxes much like the one below, with a desk to one side and a big comfortable chair deliberately illuminated by a single lamp. In the chair sat Magnus, his massive legs splayed apart, his trousers undone to expose his genitals, just as he had for me, and in front of him, on his knees, his mouth full of thick white cock, his eyes shut in ecstasy as he sucked, was my own boss, Mr Scott.
Neither heard my hastily stifled gasp of shock, both lost in the moment as one pleasured the other, and it didn’t look like a mutually satisfying blow job; it looked like an act of worship. I could only stare as Mr Scott worked his lips slowly up and down Magnus’s erection, which looked even bigger and thicker than when I’d been attending to it, desperately trying to get my emotions in order: envy, arousal, betrayal, a curious sense of pride and an urgent dirty need to crawl over and join my boss as he paid homage to Magnus’s virility. If I’d thought for an
None of them lived nearby, so they began to drift off one by one long before closing time and I was finally left to my own devices, sitting outside the bar with a nearly full glass in front of me and my head full of naughty fantasies. I wanted to play, and I couldn’t help but wonder if Charlie was in, so instead of heading back for my building I made my way to her shop. The lights were out, and I knew she didn’t live there, so I walked on, checking the Wharfingers before starting back along the side of the long fence opposite Magnus’s warehouse.
The depot had about as many lorries in as during the day, despite the time, with powerful floodlights creating pools of deep shadow among the lorries, ideal to take me into and make me suck a few cocks. Unfortunately, the security was as good by night as by day, but as I passed the alley beside Magnus’s warehouse I saw his car, parked exactly as it had been the afternoon before when I’d gone down on his cock. Evidently, he was working late, but I had no doubt he’d be able to find the time to give me what I needed and quickly crossed the road. A light showed high on the side of the alley, which was presumably an upper storey of his warehouse, although I hadn’t explored it, but that was all.
I pulled out my phone, meaning to ring, but thought better of it, because if the front door was open I’d be able to strip first and walk naked into his office as he worked over his accounts or whatever tedious task he was at, which was sure to be a nice surprise. That assumed he was alone, and if he wasn’t the whole thing would simply be embarrassing and not in a nice way, so when I tried the door and found it was open I slipped quietly inside and stood listening as my eyes adapted to the dim light. I heard voices almost immediately, Magnus’s bass rumble and another, also male but quieter, more diffident, and which I was sure I recognised. Puzzled, I shut the door and moved a little further into the warehouse. I heard Magnus’s voice again, although it was impossible to make out the words, and the other, a single clear word. ‘Please.’
Now I was sure, and my curiosity was simply too strong to allow me to go back. I could see reasonably well too, by the dirty yellow light coming through barred windows onto the alley and high in the front wall. The staircase was at the back and I moved cautiously towards it, and up, a step at a time. It gave onto an open floor stacked with boxes much like the one below, with a desk to one side and a big comfortable chair deliberately illuminated by a single lamp. In the chair sat Magnus, his massive legs splayed apart, his trousers undone to expose his genitals, just as he had for me, and in front of him, on his knees, his mouth full of thick white cock, his eyes shut in ecstasy as he sucked, was my own boss, Mr Scott.
Neither heard my hastily stifled gasp of shock, both lost in the moment as one pleasured the other, and it didn’t look like a mutually satisfying blow job; it looked like an act of worship. I could only stare as Mr Scott worked his lips slowly up and down Magnus’s erection, which looked even bigger and thicker than when I’d been attending to it, desperately trying to get my emotions in order: envy, arousal, betrayal, a curious sense of pride and an urgent dirty need to crawl over and join my boss as he paid homage to Magnus’s virility. If I’d thought for an
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