One-Man Office Slumber Party!

Friday, five o'clock, and I didn't particularly feel like going home. Why should I? I've got a T1 connection here at the office, versus a dial-up connection in the suburbs that pokes along at a craptacular 28.8 since the guy came to install a DSL line, which isn't working yet because of interference from the alarm system. I always carry contact lens supplies and a toothbrush in my bag, so I was set there, and -- hey, there's a 24-hour drugstore a block away, so I picked up a travel-size stick of deodorant so that I won't stink on the ride home in the morning, and also some earplugs and a 2-liter bottle of Diet Coke. Swung by the barrel-shaped liquor store near 14th St and Rhode Island Ave. for some whiskey to warm me in the wee small hours, picked up a breakfast sandwich at the 7-11, and nipped back to the office.

Now I'm settled in. Coworkers and cleaning crew are long gone; I'm here in my private office with the door closed. Sitting at my desk just like I do during business hours, except that now I'm completely naked and have a raging erection. Oh, yeah, I bought a small bottle of baby oil at the drugstore, too --- makes my cock feel nice and silky.

It's wild to be strutting around my workplace with my hard penis exposed -- I just walked down to the conference room to get a Coke out of the mini-fridge, my stiff dick bouncing with each step.

I should mention that I've already gotten off once today -- after work I met up with my buddy Steven, a married dude who I met through a Yahoo group. Turns out there's an apartment just a few blocks east of Logan Circle where men meet up for trysts -- kinda like The Apartment, with Jack Lemmon and Shirley MacClaine. Except that in real life, Jack Lemmon likes dick and hooks up with Warren Beatty instead.

Anyway, we got to the apartment and just about the first thing he did was to grind his semi-tented crotch against mine, the two penises sensing each other, wanting each other, through the layers of fabric. Erections growing, pulsing to solid pillars of hard suckable meat straining against our zippers as we kissed, feeling each other's stubble with our tongues and lips -- the rough reminder of our shared masculinity.

Sat down on the couch with some beers, arms over each other's shoulders, relaxing and kissing as we humped dick-against-dick. You know how it feels when you first wrap your hand around another man's erection while he's still dressed -- the cloth obscures the details and contours of the shaft, but you can still feel that hardness waiting for you. He undid my pants first, slowly unzipping the fly to reveal the tented boxer briefs, pausing, and then pushing down the underwear to uncover the treasure he'd been craving: a hairy, musky, rigidly erect penis. I was proud to give it to him; I love being hard for another man's pleasure, showing him that his maleness excites me. It excites me so much that I have to undo his fly now, opening the flaps of his pants to reveal the hard bulge in his black boxers. He let out a sigh as I reached into the underwear to grasp his fucking dick... feeling the throbbing warmth of stiff dong in my hand.

[to be continued...]

I sat back on the couch next to him, resting my head against his shoulder so that I could feel his breath near my ear as he reached around to hug my body closer to his. With his left hand, he masturbated my hard cock while I worked both of my hands into his shorts, stroking his dick and cupping the warm mass of his balls.