Employee's of the month

Locked into the other, spinning as they kissed, Simon was the first to break away. Haphazardly swiping the contents off a table, he removed his briefs and allowed Oliver to once again drink in the sight of his body. Oliver hadn’t really had time to appreciate it properly during their earlier encounter, as caught up as he’d been giving his first blowjob. Oliver’s own underwear was discarded as he sank to his knees, taking Simon’s perfect cock in both hands. Oliver started kissing and licking Simon’s shaft, adoringly feathering kisses up and down the length. With no hesitation this time, Oliver took Simon into his mouth as far as he could, delighting in Simon’s soft groan as he plunged down to the base of the perfect cock. Pulling his head up for air he looked into Simon’s ecstatic face, before returning to his work. Still amazed at his newly discovered absentee gag reflex, Oliver plunged up and down on the shaft, breathing through his nose. Unlike before, Simon was happy to place his hands on his own head, and leave Oliver to his amateur, but enthusiastic ministrations.

His jaw starting to ache, Oliver pulled back, contenting himself to swirl his tongue around the tip as he brought a hand up to cradle Simon’s balls. “Oh fuck Ollie, you’re a goddamn natural born cocksucker. It kills me to stop you but let’s see to you a bit, shall we?” As he drew his head off Simon’s cock with a slurp, Oliver met Simon’s eyes and cocked his head “Yeah Si? What did you have in mind?”

Simon pulled Oliver up into a kiss, tasting his own precum. He pushed Oliver’s back onto the table, lifting Oliver’s legs up. It was Simon’s turn to fall to his knees, his tongue tracing circles around Oliver’s puckered asshole. Oliver moaned in shock, the foreign sensation of a tongue on his hole sending shivers up his spine. Simon tongue was a blur of motion, lathering Oliver’s ass with spit, eliciting another slutty moan from his quarry. The oral attention was just the appetizer however, as Simon stood, wiping his mouth off and silently grabbing some lube from a nearby bowl. One perk, Simon thought to himself, of working at this bar is that you’re never more than three feet away from lubricant.

Slathering the cool gel onto his own shaft, Simon began working a lube coated finger into Oliver. Oliver nearly came on the spot from the first penetrating digit, bucking his hips up as Simon added a second probing finger. Slowly working his fingers in and out to prepare Oliver’s unspoiled ass, Simon took in the sight of the taut muscles of Oliver’s frame contracting and writhing on the table below him. “Are you ready for me Ollie?” Simon’s voice was firm, but he was quivering with excitement.

Oliver couldn’t have changed his answer for the world “Yes Si, fuck me, fuck my ass till I can’t fucking stand you mother fucker don’t you dare fucking-“Oliver never finished his string of expletives as the very tip of Simon’s shaft entered him. Oliver gasped; his eyes fixed on the very first real cock to enter his body. With tantalizing slowness, Simon languidly penetrated his newfound lover. Relishing the tightness gripping his shaft, Simon knew he had to start gently. Oliver did his utmost to relax and savor the slow but steady pressure of Simon claiming him. Gripping both of Oliver’s legs, Simon’s lengthy but well lubed cock began to gradually pick up the pace, inexorably sliding forward.

Oliver was in heaven, Simon’s warm length filling him in ways he’d never dreamed. After what seemed to be an eternity, Simon bottomed out, the base of his shaft pausing the Oliver’s entrance. “Ollie darling, you are a vision.” Simon purred as he started pulling back. Oliver reached a hand down to his needy cock, too lost in the pleasure to respond.

“Oliver, I’m going to blow your back out now.” There was no ambiguity in his tone as Simon began thrusting in and out of Oliver. Picking up the pace when he felt he could, Simon found Oliver’s ass surprisingly pliant as he started moving faster and faster. Oliver’s tongue lolled, articulate speech a distant memory. All that came out of his mouth were needy and insistent moans, encouraging Simon to fuck him, fuck him harder his cock felt so fucking good. Oliver arched his back in delight, cursing the fact that he’d waited so long to find out just how good sodomy could feel.

Simon’s fucking reached a fever pitch, slamming his hips into Oliver the table shook with their passion. Simon wrested control of Oliver’s cock from the jerking hand and increased the pace. Jerking Oliver’s cock, Simon knew they were both about to cum and commanded “I want you to cum your brains out you beautiful slut, cum on this cock.” A moment later Oliver cried out, a guttural moan wrenched from his lips as he exploded over both their chests. And another moment after that, Simon released his grip on Oliver’s shaft, grabbing both legs as he sprinted to the finish line. Ramming in harder and harder, Simon finally came, bottomed out in Oliver’s defiled ass, collapsing onto the other man’s chest. Oliver whimpered out another moan, feeling his cum as the only barrier between their bodies, the warmth of Simon’s seed leaking out of his ass. Oliver mustered enough strength to lean up and kiss Simon “Si, I never knew I wanted it. That was fucking amazing.”

Simon chuckled yet again, knowing that the workplace dynamic was going to be a lot more fun from here. “Ollie darling, it was my pleasure pleasuring you and you can bet this perfect little ass I’ve got more in store for you.”

Oliver grinned, a wave of exhaustion washing over him. Wincing as Simon slowly withdrew his length, Oliver sat up on the table. Holding Simon’s back and feathering kisses up the man’s cum covered chest “You fucking better Si.”