M/M ~ Gay Erotica ~ Office Sex ~ Age Gap ~ Forbidden Sex
Being My Boss’s Boy Toy
He turned me gay for him, and now he uses me whenever he wants at work… and I love it!
It’s 7 pm, and I’m in my boss Carl’s office. We’re sipping his private stash of McCallan whisky. He’s a hot shot billionaire partner at the law firm where I’m a new associate.
“I want to show you something,” he says, as he types something into his computer. He’s been showing me the ropes here at the firm, and a lot of other things as well. “There.”
It’s a running list of accomplishments — cases he’s won, clients he’s represented, and his feats of strength.
“Whenever I lose an oral argument, I look at this list of my accomplishments, and it reassures me that you win some, you lose some.”
“Oral argument, huh? Hard to believe you could ever lose at anything oral.”
I laugh, thinking about how just yesterday. Carl made me suck his massive cock to prove I would do whatever it takes to succeed.
I wonder if THAT accomplishment made the list. With it or without it, though, his list is impressive and he really knows how to live.
He goes on long mountain-climbing trips every year, when he isn’t running with the Bulls in Spain — or defending the Chicago Bulls when their cheerleaders filed a wage dispute in Federal Court.
I can’t believe I’m here sitting in his lap. I never knew this job would be so sweet.
“Don’t you wish you had a list like mine?”
He reaches one hand over and plays with the button on my shirt as he scrolls down the computer screen with his other hand.
“This is where I started representing Broctor Corp. I won them a fifteen million dollar judgment in their patent infringement case.”
Fifteen million dollars is pretty sexy, I think, doing a quick calculation to figure out what his one-third contingency fee was. Five million — not bad.
He unbuttons my shirt and twists my nipple. Startled, I accidentally brush my hand against his cock, which is growing harder by the second.
“Do you like watching porn?” he asks.
I laugh and say, “Who doesn’t?”
Wow, this whisky is fucking strong, I think. I can’t believe I just confessed that to my boss!
But then again, we’d been quite intimate lately. In fact, he’d converted me to being gay for him.
He types something into the browser, and I marvel at the fun options that appear before us: group sex, anal sex, outdoor sex, gay sex.
“How about this one?” Carl asks, clicking on a video that opens in the middle of an oral sex scene in which one man is giving another head. “Do you like that?”
I nod as he takes off my shirt and then my pants. He starts playing with my balls through my boxer-briefs as we watch.
His dick is now completely hard underneath me, and I lose interest in the porno, preferring the real thing. I spin around and straddle him, while he kisses my mouth and then my pecs.
He puts one of my nipples into his mouth and sucks on it gently, while stroking the other one. I feel my cock futilely trying to escape from my underwear as I writhe around on his dick.
I can feel its hard bulk through his khaki pants, and I want it so bad. He starts stroking my cock while dry humping my asshole until I’m nearly driven mad.
“Take these off,” I say, sliding down to the floor and grabbing his cock through his pants.
“You take them off. I’m the boss. You do as I say.”
“Yes, Sir.” Once I obey, I ask, “and now what would you like me to do?”
“What kind of question is that? I hate when associates ask stupid questions. Use your mouth for something more useful than that. I want you to fill it up with my cock until you’re choking on it…until the only thing I hear out of you is you gagging on my cum.”
I’m surprised at how bossy he’s being, but in a strange way, I like it. I do as I’m told, shoving his big dick into my mouth and sucking hard. He grabs my head and holds it still, while ramming his cock further into my mouth.
“Don’t stop sucking until I tell you to,” he commands, which was unnecessary because I had no intention of stopping.
I choke on his big cock, but I keep going until he pulls my hair to tilt my head back, and I run my tongue up and down his shaft, and then along his balls.
“Are you my dirty little boy-toy like in the video?”
“Yes, Boss.”
He grabs his cock and rubs it all over my face.
“That’s right. You’re my boy-toy who has to do what I tell you. And right now I’m telling you to suck my cock and let me cum all over your face. I don’t want to see you open your eyes until…”
There’s a noise in the hallway that startles us both.
“Someone’s here!” I whisper, looking around for my shirt.
“Shhhh, come here,” he says, and pulls me under his desk.
I suppose if someone were to enter his office, it would be harder for them to see us under here, but we’d still likely be found out. I feel like I might pass out from fear and adrenaline.
“They’re leaving,” he says. “I think it was Dan Weaver, who was working on the Pennington briefing. He’s probably heading home.”
I poke my head out, wanting to go take a look, but he pulls me back under the desk.
“You stay right where you are,” he whispers. “I don’t want you to move.”
He climbs on top of me, both of us in the small space under his desk, and holds my hands above my head.
“I don’t care if there are a million people in this building. You’re my associate and I’m your boss, and you want to do a good job, right?”
“Yes, Boss,” I agree.
“Okay then. You have to be willing to do whatever it takes, and that means letting me fuck you, now. Is that clear?”
“Yes, sir,” I start to say, but he covers my mouth with his hand.
“Shhh, let me fuck you as you lay here under my desk. I don’t want to hear another word.”
He slides my underwear down to my shoes and says, “Open your legs.”
I do, but there’s not much room under the desk, and he gets impatient and pulls them further apart. While he’s down there, he licks around my balls.
Remembering how good it felt when he fucked me last time, I moan and say, “Oh, my God.”
“No. Say please.”
“Please, Boss,” I practically beg him, twisting my hips as much as I can in the small space under the desk, trying to best position my asshole to take his massive cock.
“I’m going to fuck your tight little asshole now.”
He’s licking my balls and rubbing his fingers around the rim of my asshole. It’s driving me so crazy I can barely talk.
“I’m not going to finish this,” he says, grabbing my ass hard while he nibbles on my balls, “because you didn’t finish me off like you were supposed to. You’re a bad associate.”
“We were interrupted!” I protested, but he’s lying on top of me again and putting his hand over my mouth.
“Shut up and fuck me. I told you you’re going to get fucked, and that’s what’s going to happen.”
He flips me over and thrusts his cock deep inside my asshole, over and over. Because we’re lying under the desk, my throbbing cock rubs against the soft carpet, bringing me closer to blowing my load with every thrust of his massive member.
“Cum,” he commands. “Be my good little associate and cum.”
That was another thing he didn’t have to tell me, because by the time he’s done with his command, I’m cumming all over the carpet, while his big dick is moving up and down and sliding in and out of me.
“Oh my God, Carl,” I moan, and he covers up my mouth again and bites my neck.
“You be quiet or you’re going to get us caught. You’re my secret boy-toy, and no one can know about this. So be quiet and take it while I cum now.”
He bites my shoulders and squeezes my cock as his breathing gets harder. I squirm under him and try not to make any noise as I cum again.
As he grabs my cock and then bites my shoulder hard, he starts cumming too. I can feel his dick throbbing and pulsing.
“I’m cumming along with you,” he says, with a look of pure ecstasy on his face. “You made your boss proud.”
There’s nothing else I’d rather hear right now, and I smile at my job, well done.