I'm Back

It's been a while, right? 

I apologize for the absence. I don't think I have to tell many of you that 2020 has just bitten the big one in just about every way.

For a bit there, I was chugging along stories from the past and finally started catching up with any tale I wanted to tell. Covid hid hard - not me personally - but "activities" became scarce, if not non-existent. You already read that a few times I broke quarantine, and might have since, but they are few and far between. 

I have a few other experiences still tucked away to tell, so why not start now, right? 

This is, indeed, a break in Covid protocol. As you read last July, about my friend "Jack" directing me to do things for him. For me, but to please him.  He has dubbed me "office whore".  He had me go back and suck "Dave" from IT two more times.  He told me I'd be popular. 

And while Jack is busy as I have been with work, he liked hearing things from me, even when things are pandemic slow. But not long ago, I got pinged on an "app" from a guy within one of my buildings where I maintain an office. He wanted head. He shoots big and needed attention. He mentioned location. I said could be there in 10 minutes.  "Make it 5!". 

I was there in 5 

This was a one stall, bathroom with a lock. I went in. Texted I was in there. He arrived, Shut and locked the door. Both of us in masks, until I had to take mine off. 

The cock was ok, however unremarkable at 6". I wasn't sure it would get that large when we started, but it filled out. And I went to work. I went to town. He groaned, as much as he could in a space that is semi-private, but the intent was there. He also had a super strong grip on my head. 

If you read for content here, I don't like to use anything but my mouth. Hands are cheating, in my experience. But this guy insisted I use some hand motion. So I did. He loved it. He responded. He ended up fucking flooding my mouth.  I did what I was there for.  I texted him when I got back to my office. With my mask back on, the smell of his load was trapped and came back at me, making me continually inhale the scent of his jizz. He loved it. So did I. 

The guy texted back: 

Jaek wasn't wrong. I even texted him. 

Flash forward a week later and I get a text asking if I could be free at 5pm.  I could be, I told him. Deep down, I like to be gone from the office at 5p, but I know this is a calling. My life. His buddy would be joining him.  

I felt the anticipation as I heard the elevator ding as they arrived. Being the only one left on the floor, my door was open, so they knew where to go. They both came in, and shut the door. It automatically locks. 

The buddy was younger, and taller. Maybe 6'5". Bearish, but not quite there yet. It got right down to business. 

I have to guest chairs in front of my desk. Both dropped their pants and sat in them. The first guy just pointed to the floor. In my work pants, I just got on my knees and started on the new guy. The other guy had had me before, so I'm 90% sure I was talked about - including my skills. I thought it best just to start off showing him guy #1 wasn't wrong. 

I was only at it a little bit when I glanced up - cock still in mouth - to see these guys making out hard. This would continue for most of the session. I have nothing to back this up with, but I think the new guy was way into the married (to a woman) first guy. That said, he was coming back hard with the new guy.  

This is automatically erotic for me. Not that they're kissing. But that they're into each other, and I'm somewhat a non-entity. 

Sure, they're using my mouth to feel good......to even get off. To a degree it's like I'm not even there. I cannot explain why this is such a turn-on for me. A non-verbal degradation, and yet I'm stiff as fuck in my pants. 

With a touch on my head or a finger point, I go back and forth between the two. Then it's back to Lookout Point for these two, while they go back to their necking. There isn't even talk about me, my skills. I wouldn't expect that to me, but about me between each other. Nope. Right now, I'm a utility. A service. I'm not a man. 

Knowing from the prior week, I use my hand on the original guy. He responds. His dick is even harder, if possible. He stops kissing enough to stiffen his entire body as he shoots his seed into my mouth. Obviously, I take it. I savor it. I swallow it. I milk whatever else I can from it as well. It's bitter. I don't care either. 

I'm directed back to the new guy. 

He too wants a helping hand. Damn. I feel like I'm failing as a cocksucker. But guys like what they like. 

This dude isn't too far behind either. His load isn't nearly as large, but it is tastier. I milk him too. 

Immediately, they pull up their pants and get themselves together. I get it. It's the end of the day, they want out of work, and they got what they came for. Literally. 

Soon, they are gone with just two loads of mixed jizz on my breath.  I text Jack. And he back. 

Pun was not intended. I don't think. 

Moments later I got a group text chain from the two I had just blown. 

....and then one again from the original guy. 

I shouldn't have needed this validation from either of them. I got the loads. Wasn't THAT the validation? I won't lie - I liked the affirmation.