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I’ve worked in multi office buildings, corporate centers, shopping centers, and, in all of them, the security men usually became more interesting and attractive, just because of their uniform. None of them wore the same uniform, so, what is it that makes them sexy?
In one of the shopping malls I worked in, I had access to the back areas. The truck docks, the service halls, and the freight elevators that most people who shop, or work there, don’t ever see. They’re bland concrete and raw wall board halls and stairs that twist around most of the exterior of the building. Only the delivery drivers, mall staff, and those rare workers who still smoke really know about them.
When I first started working at the mall, our store was remodeling. Fixtures were being stored in some of the hidden rooms off the back halls and, the only people with access were the store Operations Manager and the Mall Security staff.
During the first few weeks of moving items in and out of the storage spaces our schedule was early in the day, a few hours before the mall opened. We could move fixtures directly through the Mall when there was no foot traffic instead of winding them around the awkward back halls. We got to meet and know the daily Mall staff very well.
Out of the eight security people who manned the morning shifts, the two leads were my favorite eye candy. Both were in their 30’s and their uniforms fit like they were made to distract me. The uniform shirt was a thin yellow and black polo style, that was snug at the chest. The pants were a thin synthetic fabric that formed static wrinkles that clung to socks, their underwear, and to itself. The pants did not look comfy, but, I could see if they were wearing jockeys or briefs that day. That made them awesome pants.
One of the two hunky leads, whose name was Curtis, was friendlier than the other. He had short cut blonde hair under a trooper style hat, and glasses. He normally kept an alert watch over the Mall from a second floor glass rail vantage point. The best place to admire his physical assets as he stood there was from the food court straight across from him.
Within two months, Curtis was promoted to supervisor and he didn’t walk the Mall or stand watch anymore. The only time I’d see him was when he was driving through the parking lot in a Security van.
After lunch, I’d go out for a cigarette at the same spot almost every day. It was a bench at a truck door between two anchor stores. There are security cameras at every truck door to the Mall, except, this one. Here, the usual camera globe jutting out from the roof was missing. Sometimes, Curtis would pull up to and check on the double set of freight doors. By habit now, I watched him, trying not to be too obvious I was doing it. One day he pulled up and instead of checking the doors, came over to talk to me. He started asking about how the remodel was progressing. As we talked, he brought his right foot up, placing it on the bench and leaned forward on his thigh. It was a very dominant, and sexy, pose. My eyes went to the firmly supported basket at eye level. At first I thought I was imagining it, but, it looked like a clear Visible Penis Line under the shiny fabric. His face turned towards one of the Mall entrances, allowing me to take a better look, and, VPL it was. He showed so well I could tell he was circumcised. The cock head defined and pushing tight to the left. I’d store this happy accident in my memory for the next month. I don’t remember what we talked about after that. He stood up, pressing on his right thigh pushing the walkie talkie pouch back on his belt. The good thing for me was how It accentuated the shape of his man sac. I suddenly realized he wasn’t wearing underwear.
Now I had a problem. Having a very sexy man deliberately giving me teasing me with up close VPL, who is a Security Supervisor at the Mall that I worked in. It was both scary and exciting. What do I do? Even if he was coming on to me, I still had to be very cautious. If anything else was going to happen, it wasn’t my move to make.
He seemed to keep track of when I was out for my cigarette every day. Since there was no camera at that door, he must have seen me walking put through the Mall. He’d drive by and wave, pull up to the freight doors and chat through the open window. Until finally, one day, he pulled up closer to the building and got out to check on the doors. He nodded to me as he walked back to the truck. Opening the truck door, he put his left leg up on the running board and reached in, picked up a clip board with a pen and wrote on it. After he placed the clip board back inside the truck, he stood there looking around. I was playing a game on my phone and as I looked up, Curtis was staring at me and pulling on his crotch. He turned to face the inside of the truck a few times and I could see his left hand was pushed deep into his pocket. He turned slightly more to the left, towards me, and the groping action of his hand in his crotch was impossible to miss. A slow, plump rise formed in the basket giving my heart beat a boost of adrenaline. Curtis asked if the store needed any other storage areas. I thought that was an odd question since he knew our remodel was nearing completion. I gave a vague answer and, he added, “I can show you some empty storage rooms.” He paused staring at me, his hand moving under a rigid shape at his thigh. “In case you need them.”. He turned and leaned his butt onto the drivers’ seat. Before he climbed all the way in he added, “I can show you. Tomorrow, around this time okay?”. Before I could answer him, his walkie talkie squawked with his name. As he responded to the call he groped the pole in his pants with his right hand, pushing it down. The cautions turned into mute voices in my head. I was interested in anything he wanted to show me.
The next day, we met at the 1:30. He led me down a series of hallways I’d never been in before. Taking his walkie talkie off his belt, he contacted his office, “I’m going into section C10 now. I’ll let you know when I am out.”. He turned to me, “There’s a phone black out in this area. Too much concrete and steel to let the signals through.” We went around one more corner. With my view on his sexy butt ahead of me, with no visible underwear lines, I’d have been lost trying to find my way out.
“Wow. I don’t know how I’d find this on my own.” I stated. Curtis answered, “The hallways are coded. Only three to get here.” He stopped outside a metal door. “It’s easy. You’ll see.” He punched in a code and the door opened. My heart started to pound before he could turn on the lights.
The storage area was maybe 40 x 40 square. Curtis stood holding the door as I entered. “This was used by one of the smaller furniture stores. They left this stuff.”, he said pointing to one corner where there were a few mattresses on their side, a sofa, a hassock, a sofa table and a lamp. It looked like everything but the mattresses were being used. I couldn’t see any dust on the table and the lamp was plugged in. Curtis walked over the lamp, turned it on, then turned off the overhead lights. As he walked back to the sofa he said, “Take a seat.”.
My butt dropped in to the sofa cushion as I looked around. I had found my voice again. “This place looks used.” I said. “Yeah, I’ve come here to get away from the static of the walkie talkies and the BS of the politics here.” I nodded, saying, “Gotcha’.”
“And, once in a while, I’ll read some porn and beat off if I get too horny.” Then he continued, “I used to get horny knowing you kept your eyes on me when I was patrolling the Mall.’ Both of his hands reached deep in the thin pants and pulled up. The full package inside came prominently forward. “I got a strong feeling you liked what you saw.”. He stopped talking and stared at me. His hands moved up to each side of the buckle to his pants. He knew I was captive to every move he made. His hands undid the belt buckle Then button clasp of his pants. The zipper slid down halfway as the pants waist spread open. “Was I right?”.
I don’t know where my nerve came from, but I spoke very calmly, “I really enjoy how your uniform fits. it’s like wrapping paper, on a present that’s shaped to resemble what’s inside. The good thing is, that its what’s inside that the exciting part, not the wrapping paper.”.
Curtis smiled and began to unbutton his shirt. He just stared at me watching him. The shirt came off, revealing a muscled chest and abs under a white athletic tee. I could see the patches of hair across his pecs that formed a distinct river down to a treasure trail below his navel. He had my complete attention and he knew used it to full advantage.
“I did some investigating….”, Curtis started saying. “…about what guys who like men in uniforms want. I found out what they love most is providing sexual services. If you tell them to suck your dick….”, Curtis shed his undershirt throwing it to the back of the couch. “…they’ll drop to their knees and give you head.”, he stared at me looking him up and down. “Are you like that?”, he asked with his hands on his hips. I couldn’t answer him. Curtis’ hands started to lower his pants off his waist. He kicked off his shoes before dropping his pants off completely. He was just out of reach and I was stunned at how sexy he looked naked, half hard in front of me. He picked up his clothes and threw them over the sofa table.
The lamp light was perfect for the chiseled perfection of his body. A little to the husky side, you could see he worked out regularly, keeping a military style physique.
“Man! I’ve never had a guy look at me like that before. The look on your face is just crazy.” He assessed our positions and moved one step closer to me. His voice dropped and became almost impatient. “You like what you see don’t you? A total man with a big frickin’ cock ready for your services standing in front of you and your still on the couch? Good! I like that your waiting for me to tell you what to do.”
Curtis rubbed his right hand under is balls then extended it to me. “Lick this and get my hand all wet.”. The smell of the musk sweat from his balls hit my nose like an aphrodisiac. I took a long lick on his palm then spit up several loads of saliva. He pulled his hand back and began to stroke his cock with my thick , sticky mouth fluid. “Ummm.” Curtis lifted up his hand to his nose. “Smell that? It’s the mixture of your mouth and my cock.”. He pushed it forward for me to inhale. “Smells like hot sex to me! Get down here and suck my cock!”
I fell to the floor and licked every inch of his crotch, stroking his shaft at the same time. “Holy crap!” Curtis couldn’t catch his breath. Under my fingers, a white foam gathered at his cock slit. It was pre cum already. He brushed his hand over my head. “Damn! I thought of a lot of things I’d ask you to do. Right now, I’m going for the thing I’ve wanted for weeks.” His legs spread open. He reached down and pushed me against the sofa. Straddled over my torso, and, in a rough demanding voice said, “If you want my dick again, you better give me the best fucking head job…”. He thrust his hips at my chin making me scramble to throat his dick that he had pushed past my ear. “… you’ve ever given.” His cock lingered in my throat as my tongue swirled and stroked the saliva around his shaft. Curtis threw his left leg up on the cushion behind me grabbed the back of my head and slowly eased into a face fuck. The view of his entire body looking up from his crotch was amazing. Tight thick thighs, rippled abs, stiff, suckable nipples on fully formed pecs and large brawny shoulders he used to manipulate my head as he fucked my throat. It was a dream come true. My mouth was his for the next half hour. The fluids from my throat pushed out from time to time sliding down my neck down the front of my shirt. I could feel the waves drool out warm down my neck and end up cool by the time they reached my chest.
Curtis talked to me almost the whole time, telling me how fantastic my services were, that I must be one fucking dick slut to know what a man wants that well, and, that if I had tits and a cunt we’d be in a motel for a week. Good thing I wasn’t there to listen to his ‘overdosed on testosterone’ bull shit. My focus was on enjoying the full onslaught of his masculinity by being his service buddy.
He finally stopped talking by his third toe curling climax. His legs shook and the globes of his taut ass cheeks shivered in my grip as his nuts pulled up against my chin with each release. The heavy musk and saliva odor was really strong now that it was mixed with several mouthfuls of rich and vigorous man seed.
“Damn!” Curtis said before he backed up, did a fast spin twist in front of me and fell backwards into the couch. He panted and his eyes were wide open letting me think this was way better than he expected. His right hand reached over to my shoulder and said, “I don’t know how you did it man, but,…” I turned and rubbed my hand along his chest and thighs. The exertion of energy made his whole body hot, I imagined it was caused by the sexually charged electric sensations emanating through the pores of his skin. He finished, “…I’m glad I followed up on my instinct.” His panting started to even off. He looked over at me and said, “You’re a mess! Your shirt is a mess and you’ve got a big wet cum spot in your pants.”.
He was right. I pulled off the shirt and used it to wipe up the remnants of throat juice slathered down my neck and chest. Standing up, I knew there was no way I could go back to work with the wet shirt and spot in my crotch.
Curtis came up with a plan to call the store’s office and tell them I had tripped over a cleaning bucket and it splashed dirty water all over me. I watched, in sincere appreciation of his total manhood, as he put his clothes back on. He said he’d be right back and in less than 5 minutes he returned with a bucket of water and a handful of towels. He had me lay down over two towels as he splashed me with the water. I used the other two to attempt to dry off. It looked just like what we talked about. We left and he drove me to my car in the lot. He went to the store’s office for me and told them about the ‘incidence’ that didn’t happen.
It was Curtis who gave me the RS tag. He used it to let me know to meet him, calling it our RS game. He’d text me, “u /\ 4 RS game?’. He told me he used to play a game called RuneScape. I always thought of it as Curtis requesting Room Service. :P
There are more Curtis stories, maybe I’ll share them later.
In one of the shopping malls I worked in, I had access to the back areas. The truck docks, the service halls, and the freight elevators that most people who shop, or work there, don’t ever see. They’re bland concrete and raw wall board halls and stairs that twist around most of the exterior of the building. Only the delivery drivers, mall staff, and those rare workers who still smoke really know about them.
When I first started working at the mall, our store was remodeling. Fixtures were being stored in some of the hidden rooms off the back halls and, the only people with access were the store Operations Manager and the Mall Security staff.
During the first few weeks of moving items in and out of the storage spaces our schedule was early in the day, a few hours before the mall opened. We could move fixtures directly through the Mall when there was no foot traffic instead of winding them around the awkward back halls. We got to meet and know the daily Mall staff very well.
Out of the eight security people who manned the morning shifts, the two leads were my favorite eye candy. Both were in their 30’s and their uniforms fit like they were made to distract me. The uniform shirt was a thin yellow and black polo style, that was snug at the chest. The pants were a thin synthetic fabric that formed static wrinkles that clung to socks, their underwear, and to itself. The pants did not look comfy, but, I could see if they were wearing jockeys or briefs that day. That made them awesome pants.
One of the two hunky leads, whose name was Curtis, was friendlier than the other. He had short cut blonde hair under a trooper style hat, and glasses. He normally kept an alert watch over the Mall from a second floor glass rail vantage point. The best place to admire his physical assets as he stood there was from the food court straight across from him.
Within two months, Curtis was promoted to supervisor and he didn’t walk the Mall or stand watch anymore. The only time I’d see him was when he was driving through the parking lot in a Security van.
After lunch, I’d go out for a cigarette at the same spot almost every day. It was a bench at a truck door between two anchor stores. There are security cameras at every truck door to the Mall, except, this one. Here, the usual camera globe jutting out from the roof was missing. Sometimes, Curtis would pull up to and check on the double set of freight doors. By habit now, I watched him, trying not to be too obvious I was doing it. One day he pulled up and instead of checking the doors, came over to talk to me. He started asking about how the remodel was progressing. As we talked, he brought his right foot up, placing it on the bench and leaned forward on his thigh. It was a very dominant, and sexy, pose. My eyes went to the firmly supported basket at eye level. At first I thought I was imagining it, but, it looked like a clear Visible Penis Line under the shiny fabric. His face turned towards one of the Mall entrances, allowing me to take a better look, and, VPL it was. He showed so well I could tell he was circumcised. The cock head defined and pushing tight to the left. I’d store this happy accident in my memory for the next month. I don’t remember what we talked about after that. He stood up, pressing on his right thigh pushing the walkie talkie pouch back on his belt. The good thing for me was how It accentuated the shape of his man sac. I suddenly realized he wasn’t wearing underwear.
Now I had a problem. Having a very sexy man deliberately giving me teasing me with up close VPL, who is a Security Supervisor at the Mall that I worked in. It was both scary and exciting. What do I do? Even if he was coming on to me, I still had to be very cautious. If anything else was going to happen, it wasn’t my move to make.
He seemed to keep track of when I was out for my cigarette every day. Since there was no camera at that door, he must have seen me walking put through the Mall. He’d drive by and wave, pull up to the freight doors and chat through the open window. Until finally, one day, he pulled up closer to the building and got out to check on the doors. He nodded to me as he walked back to the truck. Opening the truck door, he put his left leg up on the running board and reached in, picked up a clip board with a pen and wrote on it. After he placed the clip board back inside the truck, he stood there looking around. I was playing a game on my phone and as I looked up, Curtis was staring at me and pulling on his crotch. He turned to face the inside of the truck a few times and I could see his left hand was pushed deep into his pocket. He turned slightly more to the left, towards me, and the groping action of his hand in his crotch was impossible to miss. A slow, plump rise formed in the basket giving my heart beat a boost of adrenaline. Curtis asked if the store needed any other storage areas. I thought that was an odd question since he knew our remodel was nearing completion. I gave a vague answer and, he added, “I can show you some empty storage rooms.” He paused staring at me, his hand moving under a rigid shape at his thigh. “In case you need them.”. He turned and leaned his butt onto the drivers’ seat. Before he climbed all the way in he added, “I can show you. Tomorrow, around this time okay?”. Before I could answer him, his walkie talkie squawked with his name. As he responded to the call he groped the pole in his pants with his right hand, pushing it down. The cautions turned into mute voices in my head. I was interested in anything he wanted to show me.
The next day, we met at the 1:30. He led me down a series of hallways I’d never been in before. Taking his walkie talkie off his belt, he contacted his office, “I’m going into section C10 now. I’ll let you know when I am out.”. He turned to me, “There’s a phone black out in this area. Too much concrete and steel to let the signals through.” We went around one more corner. With my view on his sexy butt ahead of me, with no visible underwear lines, I’d have been lost trying to find my way out.
“Wow. I don’t know how I’d find this on my own.” I stated. Curtis answered, “The hallways are coded. Only three to get here.” He stopped outside a metal door. “It’s easy. You’ll see.” He punched in a code and the door opened. My heart started to pound before he could turn on the lights.
The storage area was maybe 40 x 40 square. Curtis stood holding the door as I entered. “This was used by one of the smaller furniture stores. They left this stuff.”, he said pointing to one corner where there were a few mattresses on their side, a sofa, a hassock, a sofa table and a lamp. It looked like everything but the mattresses were being used. I couldn’t see any dust on the table and the lamp was plugged in. Curtis walked over the lamp, turned it on, then turned off the overhead lights. As he walked back to the sofa he said, “Take a seat.”.
My butt dropped in to the sofa cushion as I looked around. I had found my voice again. “This place looks used.” I said. “Yeah, I’ve come here to get away from the static of the walkie talkies and the BS of the politics here.” I nodded, saying, “Gotcha’.”
“And, once in a while, I’ll read some porn and beat off if I get too horny.” Then he continued, “I used to get horny knowing you kept your eyes on me when I was patrolling the Mall.’ Both of his hands reached deep in the thin pants and pulled up. The full package inside came prominently forward. “I got a strong feeling you liked what you saw.”. He stopped talking and stared at me. His hands moved up to each side of the buckle to his pants. He knew I was captive to every move he made. His hands undid the belt buckle Then button clasp of his pants. The zipper slid down halfway as the pants waist spread open. “Was I right?”.
I don’t know where my nerve came from, but I spoke very calmly, “I really enjoy how your uniform fits. it’s like wrapping paper, on a present that’s shaped to resemble what’s inside. The good thing is, that its what’s inside that the exciting part, not the wrapping paper.”.
Curtis smiled and began to unbutton his shirt. He just stared at me watching him. The shirt came off, revealing a muscled chest and abs under a white athletic tee. I could see the patches of hair across his pecs that formed a distinct river down to a treasure trail below his navel. He had my complete attention and he knew used it to full advantage.
“I did some investigating….”, Curtis started saying. “…about what guys who like men in uniforms want. I found out what they love most is providing sexual services. If you tell them to suck your dick….”, Curtis shed his undershirt throwing it to the back of the couch. “…they’ll drop to their knees and give you head.”, he stared at me looking him up and down. “Are you like that?”, he asked with his hands on his hips. I couldn’t answer him. Curtis’ hands started to lower his pants off his waist. He kicked off his shoes before dropping his pants off completely. He was just out of reach and I was stunned at how sexy he looked naked, half hard in front of me. He picked up his clothes and threw them over the sofa table.
The lamp light was perfect for the chiseled perfection of his body. A little to the husky side, you could see he worked out regularly, keeping a military style physique.
“Man! I’ve never had a guy look at me like that before. The look on your face is just crazy.” He assessed our positions and moved one step closer to me. His voice dropped and became almost impatient. “You like what you see don’t you? A total man with a big frickin’ cock ready for your services standing in front of you and your still on the couch? Good! I like that your waiting for me to tell you what to do.”
Curtis rubbed his right hand under is balls then extended it to me. “Lick this and get my hand all wet.”. The smell of the musk sweat from his balls hit my nose like an aphrodisiac. I took a long lick on his palm then spit up several loads of saliva. He pulled his hand back and began to stroke his cock with my thick , sticky mouth fluid. “Ummm.” Curtis lifted up his hand to his nose. “Smell that? It’s the mixture of your mouth and my cock.”. He pushed it forward for me to inhale. “Smells like hot sex to me! Get down here and suck my cock!”
I fell to the floor and licked every inch of his crotch, stroking his shaft at the same time. “Holy crap!” Curtis couldn’t catch his breath. Under my fingers, a white foam gathered at his cock slit. It was pre cum already. He brushed his hand over my head. “Damn! I thought of a lot of things I’d ask you to do. Right now, I’m going for the thing I’ve wanted for weeks.” His legs spread open. He reached down and pushed me against the sofa. Straddled over my torso, and, in a rough demanding voice said, “If you want my dick again, you better give me the best fucking head job…”. He thrust his hips at my chin making me scramble to throat his dick that he had pushed past my ear. “… you’ve ever given.” His cock lingered in my throat as my tongue swirled and stroked the saliva around his shaft. Curtis threw his left leg up on the cushion behind me grabbed the back of my head and slowly eased into a face fuck. The view of his entire body looking up from his crotch was amazing. Tight thick thighs, rippled abs, stiff, suckable nipples on fully formed pecs and large brawny shoulders he used to manipulate my head as he fucked my throat. It was a dream come true. My mouth was his for the next half hour. The fluids from my throat pushed out from time to time sliding down my neck down the front of my shirt. I could feel the waves drool out warm down my neck and end up cool by the time they reached my chest.
Curtis talked to me almost the whole time, telling me how fantastic my services were, that I must be one fucking dick slut to know what a man wants that well, and, that if I had tits and a cunt we’d be in a motel for a week. Good thing I wasn’t there to listen to his ‘overdosed on testosterone’ bull shit. My focus was on enjoying the full onslaught of his masculinity by being his service buddy.
He finally stopped talking by his third toe curling climax. His legs shook and the globes of his taut ass cheeks shivered in my grip as his nuts pulled up against my chin with each release. The heavy musk and saliva odor was really strong now that it was mixed with several mouthfuls of rich and vigorous man seed.
“Damn!” Curtis said before he backed up, did a fast spin twist in front of me and fell backwards into the couch. He panted and his eyes were wide open letting me think this was way better than he expected. His right hand reached over to my shoulder and said, “I don’t know how you did it man, but,…” I turned and rubbed my hand along his chest and thighs. The exertion of energy made his whole body hot, I imagined it was caused by the sexually charged electric sensations emanating through the pores of his skin. He finished, “…I’m glad I followed up on my instinct.” His panting started to even off. He looked over at me and said, “You’re a mess! Your shirt is a mess and you’ve got a big wet cum spot in your pants.”.
He was right. I pulled off the shirt and used it to wipe up the remnants of throat juice slathered down my neck and chest. Standing up, I knew there was no way I could go back to work with the wet shirt and spot in my crotch.
Curtis came up with a plan to call the store’s office and tell them I had tripped over a cleaning bucket and it splashed dirty water all over me. I watched, in sincere appreciation of his total manhood, as he put his clothes back on. He said he’d be right back and in less than 5 minutes he returned with a bucket of water and a handful of towels. He had me lay down over two towels as he splashed me with the water. I used the other two to attempt to dry off. It looked just like what we talked about. We left and he drove me to my car in the lot. He went to the store’s office for me and told them about the ‘incidence’ that didn’t happen.
It was Curtis who gave me the RS tag. He used it to let me know to meet him, calling it our RS game. He’d text me, “u /\ 4 RS game?’. He told me he used to play a game called RuneScape. I always thought of it as Curtis requesting Room Service. :P
There are more Curtis stories, maybe I’ll share them later.
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