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About ten years ago I had a job in one of the smaller offices in an office building in town. The building had over 125 people who worked there. It had its own 'morning only' coffee shop-convenience store, and a cleaning and maintenance staff that served all of the tenants.
It was normal for me to stay overtime during the week to finish up on projects. My boss would let me leave early on Friday, so, he didn’t have to worry about any overtime. On most nights, the cleaning crew’s end-of-day trash removal was done by 5:15. Though, the head maintenance guy, Henry, started coming through about 5:45 checking on, well, whatever it is what he checks on. He didn’t respond to me much except to give me a nod, or, say a hello as he walked through.
I’d never seen Henry in the building before 3:00p.m. so I assumed he worked second shift. He was maybe 8 years older than me, around 38, had dark thick hair, scruffy facial hair, and an angular jaw. Henry’s work clothes seemed too large for him, hanging loose and baggy from his athletic frame. For a maintenance manager, his clothes were always clean. The only odd thing I noticed first about him was that he moved kind of gangly. His arms would swing further than most people when he walked and he seemed slightly distracted, bobbing his head to each side often instead of being focused on what was in front of him.
The main bathroom for my floor is all the way down at the end of the hallway and it’s a public one. Generally, the other offices in the building close at 4:00p.m. so I’m used to visiting the bathroom and being the only one in there. And I liked the privacy. On one of my late nights, I had to pee badly around 5:30. As I unzipped, I wasn’t expecting to hear the door open, Henry came in. He nodded hello to me, I think. Since his head was bobbing as he walked, it was hard to tell. He went up the line of stalls pushing open the doors to inspected them. When he finished, he walked up to the first urinal in line.
He didn’t say a word. He stood slightly back from the urinal as he pulled out his cock out. His head was turned away from me to look towards the restroom door. I understood his stance because the urinals run all the way to the floor and you can get splash back on your shoes if you get to close. I felt safe looking over at him. And he didn’t seem to have any Urinal phobia. You know, those guys who go out of their way to be protective of any possible view of the family jewels. I didn’t sense any tension as I looked over towards him, except he wasn’t peeing yet. He dangled an impressive piece of manhood on top of two fingers, just hanging it out as he swayed slightly back and forth. Zipping up, I walked over to the sink. A glance back towards him as I washed my hands caught Henry staring down in front of him as he started to piss. Without looking back at him I said, “Takes water longer when you’ve got a hose instead of a faucet.”, just so he knew I had checked him out. On my way out I could hear him chuckle behind me. He was always smiling at me with an occasional wink from then on.
Within a week, the entire cleaning and Maintenance staff had a change of clothes. They were wearing all grey one piece jump suits, and it looked damn good on Henry. The uniform was meant to go over regular clothes, but, it became obvious, to me anyway, that Henry wasn’t comfortable wearing a full set of clothes underneath. He’d walk around with the chest open enough to see he didn’t wear an undershirt and it fit snug in the thighs, so with his hands in his pockets, a great pouch veed in front and cupped his ass cheeks from the rear. I liked this new uniforms.
I was still in the office one night after 7:30. I’m never there that late, but, the project had changed half way through the day and it was needed first thing in the morning. The ceiling lights had even switched to having only every other one lit. It was time to go home. As I put things away, a quick series of knocks at the office door startled me. The door opened before I could get there. It was Henry. He had seen my car in the parking lot and wanted to make sure I was okay. I thanked him and said I’d be going home very soon. “You’ll have to come down to my office in the basement to be let out. Take your time. No hurry.”. Henry looked down at the floor, put his hands on his hips and leaned up against the door crossing his legs. The light came almost straight down on him adding a strong highlight and shadow to the ample bulge in his crotch. His head slowly lifted up to stare into the ceiling light, and he turned around. “I got another four hours here…”, he trailed off as he pulled the door closed behind him.
It was new territory for me to climb down the stairs to the cellar. They led to a stark florescent lined hallway. Halfway down, were two unmarked doors. I tried them both, but they didn’t open. There was only one other door at the end of the hallway. As I opened it, I was surprised to see a lobby with glass windows painted black on the inside. There were full ceiling lights on, so, it was still being used by somebody. The sound of a computer, or TV playing brought me to an inset doorway of a storefront that was slightly open. It was painted black too, but a sign on the outside said Maintenance. Pushing open the door further, the front room was dark, but, a light got my attention from the right hand side. It was another room. As I entered the lit doorway, I spotted Henry’s back sitting in an old office chair. His legs were opened out on both sides and he sat straight up. He didn’t even turn around, but said, “Come on in Pete. I’ll let you out in a minute.”. As I walked in, I could see Henry was playing a solitaire game on the computer. Well, an adult solitaire game with cards showing naked women in every pose imaginable. He told me he was waiting for a phone call from a contractor and he couldn’t leave the office until he got it. He pointed to a sofa by the wall on his left and apologized for the wait. I sat down and let go a sigh. He looked over at me quickly and snapped back to his game. “Almost done with this.” He added.
Wait! That isn’t what happened that first time.
Henry was sitting in his office chair, but he had unzipped his jumpsuit to his waist and tied the arms like a belt. He had on a brown tee shirt that fit nicely in the chest and shoulders. He did something right to have it fit so well. He was playing just a normal game of solitaire on his computer screen. My memory just got too excited thinking back to the first time I was offered to entertain Henry’s sexual needs.
To continue… Henry turned off the computer, stood up and pushed the chair back so the wheels spun it towards the back wall. At first, he stretched forward, then, he moved his chin up towards the ceiling and loosened his shoulder muscles with his eyes closed. There was more masculinity to Henry than I had considered. And it was all right there in front of me. He engaged in several large extended zen breathes opened his eyes and untied the jumpsuit arms. He flopped down on the couch next to me, smiled, winked and, watched my face as he pulled his zipper the rest of the way down. His legs spread further apart. His right hand went up under his tee shirt rubbing slowly along his chest, and his head tilted up toward the ceiling.
And the phone rang. It broke the tension between us. “The machine can get it.”, Henry said pushing his shoulders into the deep pillowed corner and slouching his waist into the middle of the couch. He saw my indecision about what to do. “I can let you out the door at any time. I am here for another hour before making my rounds if you want to relax…,” his right hand went into the crotch of the jumpsuit and kneaded the bulge inside, “…and hang out with me.”. I think that was the last full sentence I heard him say for the next hour. My attention was riveted on something else.
He introduced me to his cock sliding off the jumpsuit to the floor. He was commando and the beauty of his manhood, up close, was a sight to see. He was plump, and thick with a dark silky shaft covering that showed some large feeding veins running into the cock head. I felt his hand reached over onto my shoulder. He firmly pulled it forward to his lap. I slid my hand in under his hefty balls and moved my head onto the firm muscles of his abdomen. I was inches from one of the most porno sized cocks I’d ever been with. I stroked Henry’s cock and Henry stroked my hair.
I think Henry would have been fine with just a hand job. But, as I slurped from his dick head down to his balls and back a few times, he moaned, “Ummm. Keep that up.”. True to Henry’s condition, he jerked and moved his thighs and hips as my mouth serviced his throbbing thick shaft. That silky sleeve felt so good under my wet hand and saliva drenched lips.
He couldn’t stay seated and at one point and gently moved me off his lap. “Why don’t you get naked for me so I can tell how much you’re enjoying it.” He said peeling off his tee and stepping out of the puddled jumpsuit. From there we took turns. Me being an active mouth pussy giving head and Henry gently holding onto my ears and face fucking me. We both enjoyed every minute of it. My throat was coated with saliva that gushed out of my mouth. Henry reached down to my rock solid dick a few times to make sure I was still entertained and was surprised to find out I had shot some precum and my dick was standing at full attention. “Give me your two hands.” Henry was ready to shoot and the spasms were jerking like electric jolts through his hips and thighs. He clasped his hands over mine and fucked so hard his face and neck were bright red. Loud angst echoed in my ears as the cum started to shoot from his engorged bull dick. It flew past me several times, then the successive streams landed on my shoulders and chest. It was so hot it stung at first. As Henry slowed down he needed to catch his breath. He eventually released my hands from the tight grip he had on them and looked down at my waist. “You came too? Nice…”. I was so wrapped up in the taste and vitality of him that I licked his man juices off my hands. I released my own climax without touching myself. Henry fixated on watching my tongue scoop up his gooey sperm from my hands. So much he went back into full sexual frenzy of jacking in front of me.
“You like my cum? You like my cum?” he stroked and jerked his shiny cum & saliva coated dick in my face. “I got more for you….Ugghhh! Suck it all up, suck it all up.” He ordered. He shoved his glans up to my open lips and released a load, equal to the first, straight into my receptive mouth.
It was a deal making gift. When Henry was horny from then on, he’d invite me to visit his office after the building closed. Henry had me to provide him with live sexual release and I had the pleasure of serving as Henry’s personal face fuck buddy. It was a win/win.
Henry went into a cabinet and took out two clean towels, one for each of us. He let me there was shower in the locker room next door if I wanted to clean up and told me the store fronts used to belong to an exercise club that took up the whole basement. He started pulling on the jumpsuit and showed me which door led to the lockers and said he’d be back in 20 minutes.
Now you’d think that Henry would’ve treated me different after that evening, but he didn’t. Same smile and wink when he passed through the office and the same awkward arm and head moves as he walked the building. That was fine with me.
It was normal for me to stay overtime during the week to finish up on projects. My boss would let me leave early on Friday, so, he didn’t have to worry about any overtime. On most nights, the cleaning crew’s end-of-day trash removal was done by 5:15. Though, the head maintenance guy, Henry, started coming through about 5:45 checking on, well, whatever it is what he checks on. He didn’t respond to me much except to give me a nod, or, say a hello as he walked through.
I’d never seen Henry in the building before 3:00p.m. so I assumed he worked second shift. He was maybe 8 years older than me, around 38, had dark thick hair, scruffy facial hair, and an angular jaw. Henry’s work clothes seemed too large for him, hanging loose and baggy from his athletic frame. For a maintenance manager, his clothes were always clean. The only odd thing I noticed first about him was that he moved kind of gangly. His arms would swing further than most people when he walked and he seemed slightly distracted, bobbing his head to each side often instead of being focused on what was in front of him.
The main bathroom for my floor is all the way down at the end of the hallway and it’s a public one. Generally, the other offices in the building close at 4:00p.m. so I’m used to visiting the bathroom and being the only one in there. And I liked the privacy. On one of my late nights, I had to pee badly around 5:30. As I unzipped, I wasn’t expecting to hear the door open, Henry came in. He nodded hello to me, I think. Since his head was bobbing as he walked, it was hard to tell. He went up the line of stalls pushing open the doors to inspected them. When he finished, he walked up to the first urinal in line.
He didn’t say a word. He stood slightly back from the urinal as he pulled out his cock out. His head was turned away from me to look towards the restroom door. I understood his stance because the urinals run all the way to the floor and you can get splash back on your shoes if you get to close. I felt safe looking over at him. And he didn’t seem to have any Urinal phobia. You know, those guys who go out of their way to be protective of any possible view of the family jewels. I didn’t sense any tension as I looked over towards him, except he wasn’t peeing yet. He dangled an impressive piece of manhood on top of two fingers, just hanging it out as he swayed slightly back and forth. Zipping up, I walked over to the sink. A glance back towards him as I washed my hands caught Henry staring down in front of him as he started to piss. Without looking back at him I said, “Takes water longer when you’ve got a hose instead of a faucet.”, just so he knew I had checked him out. On my way out I could hear him chuckle behind me. He was always smiling at me with an occasional wink from then on.
Within a week, the entire cleaning and Maintenance staff had a change of clothes. They were wearing all grey one piece jump suits, and it looked damn good on Henry. The uniform was meant to go over regular clothes, but, it became obvious, to me anyway, that Henry wasn’t comfortable wearing a full set of clothes underneath. He’d walk around with the chest open enough to see he didn’t wear an undershirt and it fit snug in the thighs, so with his hands in his pockets, a great pouch veed in front and cupped his ass cheeks from the rear. I liked this new uniforms.
I was still in the office one night after 7:30. I’m never there that late, but, the project had changed half way through the day and it was needed first thing in the morning. The ceiling lights had even switched to having only every other one lit. It was time to go home. As I put things away, a quick series of knocks at the office door startled me. The door opened before I could get there. It was Henry. He had seen my car in the parking lot and wanted to make sure I was okay. I thanked him and said I’d be going home very soon. “You’ll have to come down to my office in the basement to be let out. Take your time. No hurry.”. Henry looked down at the floor, put his hands on his hips and leaned up against the door crossing his legs. The light came almost straight down on him adding a strong highlight and shadow to the ample bulge in his crotch. His head slowly lifted up to stare into the ceiling light, and he turned around. “I got another four hours here…”, he trailed off as he pulled the door closed behind him.
It was new territory for me to climb down the stairs to the cellar. They led to a stark florescent lined hallway. Halfway down, were two unmarked doors. I tried them both, but they didn’t open. There was only one other door at the end of the hallway. As I opened it, I was surprised to see a lobby with glass windows painted black on the inside. There were full ceiling lights on, so, it was still being used by somebody. The sound of a computer, or TV playing brought me to an inset doorway of a storefront that was slightly open. It was painted black too, but a sign on the outside said Maintenance. Pushing open the door further, the front room was dark, but, a light got my attention from the right hand side. It was another room. As I entered the lit doorway, I spotted Henry’s back sitting in an old office chair. His legs were opened out on both sides and he sat straight up. He didn’t even turn around, but said, “Come on in Pete. I’ll let you out in a minute.”. As I walked in, I could see Henry was playing a solitaire game on the computer. Well, an adult solitaire game with cards showing naked women in every pose imaginable. He told me he was waiting for a phone call from a contractor and he couldn’t leave the office until he got it. He pointed to a sofa by the wall on his left and apologized for the wait. I sat down and let go a sigh. He looked over at me quickly and snapped back to his game. “Almost done with this.” He added.
Wait! That isn’t what happened that first time.
Henry was sitting in his office chair, but he had unzipped his jumpsuit to his waist and tied the arms like a belt. He had on a brown tee shirt that fit nicely in the chest and shoulders. He did something right to have it fit so well. He was playing just a normal game of solitaire on his computer screen. My memory just got too excited thinking back to the first time I was offered to entertain Henry’s sexual needs.
To continue… Henry turned off the computer, stood up and pushed the chair back so the wheels spun it towards the back wall. At first, he stretched forward, then, he moved his chin up towards the ceiling and loosened his shoulder muscles with his eyes closed. There was more masculinity to Henry than I had considered. And it was all right there in front of me. He engaged in several large extended zen breathes opened his eyes and untied the jumpsuit arms. He flopped down on the couch next to me, smiled, winked and, watched my face as he pulled his zipper the rest of the way down. His legs spread further apart. His right hand went up under his tee shirt rubbing slowly along his chest, and his head tilted up toward the ceiling.
And the phone rang. It broke the tension between us. “The machine can get it.”, Henry said pushing his shoulders into the deep pillowed corner and slouching his waist into the middle of the couch. He saw my indecision about what to do. “I can let you out the door at any time. I am here for another hour before making my rounds if you want to relax…,” his right hand went into the crotch of the jumpsuit and kneaded the bulge inside, “…and hang out with me.”. I think that was the last full sentence I heard him say for the next hour. My attention was riveted on something else.
He introduced me to his cock sliding off the jumpsuit to the floor. He was commando and the beauty of his manhood, up close, was a sight to see. He was plump, and thick with a dark silky shaft covering that showed some large feeding veins running into the cock head. I felt his hand reached over onto my shoulder. He firmly pulled it forward to his lap. I slid my hand in under his hefty balls and moved my head onto the firm muscles of his abdomen. I was inches from one of the most porno sized cocks I’d ever been with. I stroked Henry’s cock and Henry stroked my hair.
I think Henry would have been fine with just a hand job. But, as I slurped from his dick head down to his balls and back a few times, he moaned, “Ummm. Keep that up.”. True to Henry’s condition, he jerked and moved his thighs and hips as my mouth serviced his throbbing thick shaft. That silky sleeve felt so good under my wet hand and saliva drenched lips.
He couldn’t stay seated and at one point and gently moved me off his lap. “Why don’t you get naked for me so I can tell how much you’re enjoying it.” He said peeling off his tee and stepping out of the puddled jumpsuit. From there we took turns. Me being an active mouth pussy giving head and Henry gently holding onto my ears and face fucking me. We both enjoyed every minute of it. My throat was coated with saliva that gushed out of my mouth. Henry reached down to my rock solid dick a few times to make sure I was still entertained and was surprised to find out I had shot some precum and my dick was standing at full attention. “Give me your two hands.” Henry was ready to shoot and the spasms were jerking like electric jolts through his hips and thighs. He clasped his hands over mine and fucked so hard his face and neck were bright red. Loud angst echoed in my ears as the cum started to shoot from his engorged bull dick. It flew past me several times, then the successive streams landed on my shoulders and chest. It was so hot it stung at first. As Henry slowed down he needed to catch his breath. He eventually released my hands from the tight grip he had on them and looked down at my waist. “You came too? Nice…”. I was so wrapped up in the taste and vitality of him that I licked his man juices off my hands. I released my own climax without touching myself. Henry fixated on watching my tongue scoop up his gooey sperm from my hands. So much he went back into full sexual frenzy of jacking in front of me.
“You like my cum? You like my cum?” he stroked and jerked his shiny cum & saliva coated dick in my face. “I got more for you….Ugghhh! Suck it all up, suck it all up.” He ordered. He shoved his glans up to my open lips and released a load, equal to the first, straight into my receptive mouth.
It was a deal making gift. When Henry was horny from then on, he’d invite me to visit his office after the building closed. Henry had me to provide him with live sexual release and I had the pleasure of serving as Henry’s personal face fuck buddy. It was a win/win.
Henry went into a cabinet and took out two clean towels, one for each of us. He let me there was shower in the locker room next door if I wanted to clean up and told me the store fronts used to belong to an exercise club that took up the whole basement. He started pulling on the jumpsuit and showed me which door led to the lockers and said he’d be back in 20 minutes.
Now you’d think that Henry would’ve treated me different after that evening, but he didn’t. Same smile and wink when he passed through the office and the same awkward arm and head moves as he walked the building. That was fine with me.
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