Chapter 1 – Chapter 1

My company had moved to 100 percent telework about seven years ago. I adapted to the new work environment rather quickly, in part because I am somewhat introverted by nature, but also because I enjoyed the freedoms it afforded me. I could run errands when I wanted to, I was home if people need to come work on the house, and since my wife still worked in the office, I had the whole home to myself. The moment my wife left for work I would strip out of my clothes and spend the workday nude. Unless, of course, I had a Zoom meeting, in which case I would simply put on a shirt.

My project managers always overestimated how much time it would take for me to finish specific tasks. As a result, when I was in the office, I would spend a portion of my day surfing the web. Once I started working from home, though, I gradually replaced surfing sites like ESPN with surfing porn. It didn't take too long before I had porn playing almost constantly while I worked.

My home office setup was perfect for that. I had dual monitors: one was connected to my work laptop and the other was connected to my home computer. While I was working I would glance over to the home computer's monitor and watch some porn. Surprisingly, I was even more productive in that environment than I was when I was in the office. A happy worker is a good worker, I guess.

My right hand would get a real workout during the workday, massaging my balls and stroking my stiff shaft every chance I got. I initially hated when I would have staff meetings because that meant I had to take a break from jerking off. I would still multi-task – half-listening to the meeting while watching porn – but I refrained from stroking, even though my cock was out under my desk, hard and wanting attention.

A few months into the new work-porn-from-home arrangement, I was in an annoyingly long meeting. It was one of those four hour appointments with dozens of attendees, none of whom were paying any attention. I had been watching an amazing Annette Schwarz video, Absolut Sperma, and my cock was begging me to stroke it.

So I did.

Our company required that our web cameras be on any time we are in a meeting, so there I was, my camera filming me from the chest up while my hand jerked my hard pole just out of view. That first work meeting orgasm was absolutely mind blowing. If I hadn't pointed my dick away from me, my cock would have spurted ropes of thick jizz so hard I would have literally given myself a facial.

A new habit was born that day.

I stroked my cock during every meeting that followed. More often than not, I would just edge throughout the meeting, bringing myself close to orgasm, then backing away. My boner was mainly fueled by the porn playing on my other monitor, but being the perv I am, if the meeting was attended by a cute employee, I'd jerk off thinking about her.

Today's meeting was no exception. I had a Daisy Taylor video playing on my monitor as I milked my dick under my desk. Katie was in this meeting; she was one of my favorite co-workers to jerk off to. She was in her early twenties, had long red hair that she normally pulled into pigtails, pale smooth skin, and captivating green eyes. She normally dressed pretty conservatively, but today she was wearing a tight top with a scooping neckline. It dipped low enough that you could just make out a bit of cleavage. As I watched a stud sucking Daisy's cock, I imagined being with Katie at her home. I would take my position under her desk, lift up her skirt, and reveal the six inch surprise she'd have between her legs. I'd take her cock in my mouth and suck her until she exploded a load of hot cum in my mouth.

"Okay, if there aren't any other questions, we can wrap this up," my boss said, bringing my mind back into work-focus. I was hoping someone would ask a question so the meeting could continue; I wanted to cum staring at Katie's perky little tits.

"Nothing? Alright. Have a good weekend everyone. Jeff, if you could hang on for a moment," he continued.

"Hang on for a moment? Why does he want me to hang on for a moment?" I wondered. There were rumors that my company was going to downsize, so my mind went directly to the "you're getting laid off" realm. People dropped off the call one by one until the meeting's window just featured large images of the two of us.

"So…what's up?" I asked tentatively.

"I was about to ask you the same thing," he said cryptically. I traced my mind back through the meeting that just finished and was wondering if I had said anything or reacted in any way that could have been problematic. I was drawing a blank.

"Sorry, Mike, I don't follow," I answered, genuinely confused. I had been working for Mike for over fifteen years, and we were typically always on the same wavelength, but not this time.

"Sorry, I guess I was trying to be too clever. I meant, a part of you must be…up. Look, I certainly can't tell you what to do in your own home, but it was pretty obvious – to me at least – that your right hand was busy for pretty much the entire meeting." I stopped stroking and my skin flushed. Had he actually seen me jerking off? It never occurred to me before then that my upper arm may have been moving in concert with my hand, giving away my secret.

"Take a look at me, for instance," he said. He looked pretty normal – just sitting casually in his chair. "Nothing to see here, right?" I nodded in agreement. He slid his chair back away from his desk and stood up, revealing his hand wrapped around a thick hard cock which he was pointing at the camera. He kept jerking off, his head pointed towards me, precum dribbling out of the slit.

"If you're going to jerk off while in a meeting, you need to use more hand and less arm." I stared at his hand, his girth so thick that he couldn't wrap his fingers all the way around it. He kept stroking slowly and adjusted the zoom on his camera so his smooth balls were now in frame. They were hanging low and swaying from the motion of his hand. It was almost mesmerizing.

"You're not going to make this one-sided, are you?" he chuckled.

I definitely wasn't going to.

I slid my chair away from the desk and stood up. My camera angle was wide enough that it captured me from middle of my thighs to my chest. I angled my body slightly so he got sideways view of my dick. I was holding it out from my body and stroking at the same pace he was.

"Damn, that's nice!" he exclaimed. "How big is that thing?"

"Nine inches," I answered, blushing a bit from the compliment.

"Really, really fucking nice."

We both started jerking faster; I was completely transfixed by the view of his leaking cock head. All I could think of at the moment was how badly I wanted his cock.

"Oh shit, my wife just got home from the kid's varsity game…let's cum…now!" he whispered. We both started stroking as quickly as we could, our hands running up and down the full length of our shafts, our fingers passing across the ridge of our purple helmets. He tried to suppress his groan as his cock started to pump a massive amount of thick cum at the camera. Knowing he was blasting that huge load for me was all it took to send me over the edge. My cock convulsed wildly as it shot ropes of jizz clear across my desk, my hand emptying my balls all over my other monitor.

We both sat down in our chairs and tried to catch our breaths.

"Let's meet tonight. Avery Park. 11 pm," he suggested. He could have said anything at that moment and I would have agreed to it.

"I'll be there," I promised.

"Okay, let's meet near the fountain. See you then."

His camera abruptly shut off as a woman's voice called his name from a distance.

***

I had heard rumors about Avery Park. It was purported to be a place where guys would cruise to find random hook ups. I went there a few times when my wife chaperoned our kids on travel tournaments, but I never got lucky. Either my timing was bad, the areas of the park I wandered through weren't the right ones, or the rumors were false. Whatever the reason, I assumed that my chances of getting lucky tonight were pretty high.

I told my wife I was going out drinking with the boys. She kissed me goodbye and wished for me to have a good time. It was only nine o'clock when I left the house, so I had a lot of time to kill. I did have a few drinks at a local bar and then sat in the Avery Park parking lot, streaming a variety of porn to my phone. Eventually, my watch started beeping at me, telling me that my appointment at the water fountain was fifteen minutes away. I turned off the alarm, slipped my phone into my pocket, and headed into the park.

Fortunately for my nerves, the park was pretty empty. I had been worried that there would be a lot of people there given how perfect the early fall weather was, but I guess the time of night had kept people away. I looked at my watch as I was about to turn the corner to the fountain.

"10:55," I said to myself. "Fashionably early."

I should have known better. Mike was always early for meetings, so it was perfectly in character that he would be sitting on one of the benches next to the fountain. We both looked cautiously around the clearing before we walked towards one another.

"I'm really glad you came," we both said simultaneously. We chuckled a bit, which settled my nerves. I wondered what the next move was; we couldn't go back to either of our houses. Had he booked a hotel room somewhere? Did he park in an inconspicuous place? My growing cock told me it didn't care where we went, as long as his cock was involved. Mike looked around once more before telling me to follow him.

We made our way deeper into the park, following the path for a fair distance, before Mike slipped into a barely noticeable opening in the tree line. We weaved our way around fallen trees, bushes, and thick groves of trees. The canopy blocked out the light of the moon which made the space dark and private.

"Here we go," he whispered as he stepped through a narrow opening between two dense bushes. I followed and stepped into a small clearing. It was an almost perfectly circular space, about ten feet in diameter, and it had the look of a place that had been intentionally cleared out. Mike turned around to face me and pulled down his pants, his erection bouncing up and down as the waistband of his boxers passed over it. He stepped out of them and moved closer to me. I followed his lead, pulling my pants and thong off, kicking them to the side, my nine inch cock swaying from side to side.

We both stepped towards each other and embraced, our cocks pressing together as we kissed. The clearing was letting in some of the moonlight, giving the moment an almost romantic air. We both moaned softly as we ground our hips together, our tongues exploring the other's mouth. His hard cock felt so good against mine, our precum mixing together as it lubricated our shafts. Our lips parted and our foreheads touched as we took in the moment.

My hand reached down between us. I wrapped my fingers around both of our cocks, pressing them together. Incredibly, his cock was even thicker in person. I could barely grip the two of us, but I started slowly stroking anyway. My hand squeezed gently as it moved up our shafts and over our heads, and then loosened as is slid down our precum-lubed shafts, all the way down to our balls. I kept slowly stroking our two dicks as we tongue kissed, our kisses becoming more passionate and sloppy the more my hand worked us over.

Our lips parted again.

"I need to suck your cock," I whispered. His hands moved from my back to my shoulders and he gently pushed me down to my knees. He rocked his hips from side to side so his thick member was swaying and brushing against my face. I looked up at him and smiled and then lowered my head further. I tilted my head back and started to lick and suck his balls.

"Mmmmm…yes…just like that…" he moaned. My tongue ran all over his smooth skin as my mouth slurped on his nut sacks. Even though there was a chill in the air, his large balls hung low, giving me perfect access to both of them. I could have sucked them forever, but my mouth craved his cock, and my stomach craved his cum even more. I grabbed his shaft and pointed it out towards me.

"Whatever you do," I whispered as my tongue swirled around his mushroom head. "Don't pull out."

With that, I wrapped my lips around his cock and pushed my head forward. He was thicker than the cocks I had sucked in the past, wonderfully so, and as I felt his head push against the back of my throat and then slide down it, I wondered what it would feel like in my ass. I bobbed my head up and down, his cock head pushing down my throat each time. I was picturing me on all fours, Mike standing behind me, holding my hips as his cock explored deep inside of my tight ass. We didn't bring any lube, so that would be an adventure for another time. Right now, though, I needed his fucking load.

As if sensing my immediate desire, Mike placed his hands on the back of my head and started pumping his dick in and out of me. Each thrust saw him trying to push even further down my throat. Spit was pouring out of the sides of my mouth as he continued thrusting, his balls slapping against my chin every time he bottomed out. My eyes were beginning to water and breathing was becoming a struggle as my nose kept pressing into his stomach. Just as I was about to pull my head away for a breather, he started to cum.

Although not as powerful as his orgasm earlier in the day, it was still an absolute gusher. My mouth quickly filled to the point of almost overflowing and I made an audible gulping sound as a swallowed. No sooner had I eaten that load, my mouth filled with more of his creamy, salty semen. I could barely keep up as his cock kept pumping more and more of his delicious jizz into me. He helped me to my feet once his cock had stopped giving me cum. We exchanged a brief kiss and he got down in his knees.

Mike didn't waste any time: he grabbed the base of my shaft, pointed it out towards him, and gobbled all nine inches at once. I was amazed by how effortlessly he took the full length of my cock. He grabbed my hips and bounced his head up and down my dick, sucking me off as fast as he possibly could. He moved his hands from my hips to my ass, massaging my cheeks as my cock thrust repeatedly down his throat.

"Oh fuck," I groaned as his tongue against the underside of my shaft as he mouth-fucked me. His fingers had moved their way to my crack. My mind was begging for him to finger me, and I got goosebumps all over when I felt one of his fingers press against my hole. The tip explored my opening tentatively, pushing ever so slightly in as he sucked me off. I reached back and placed my hand on his and pushed it against my ass, helping him move his finger in and out of me. Once he managed to wiggle his finger two-knuckles deep inside of me, I exploded.

My orgasm came without warning, no pun intended. My dick throbbed and twitched as it pumped my thick load into him. I placed my hands on his shoulders for stability as the sheer intensity of my orgasm was making my legs weak. Mike swallowed every drop, and used his hand to make sure he had milked me dry. He stood up and we embraced, our sloppy cocks rubbing against the other as we kissed.

"Next time, we need to bring some lube," he said between kisses.

"Next time, we need to bring a lot of lube," I corrected him.

We got dressed and made our way back towards the path. We emerged from the cover of the trees and practically walked right into a young couple.

"Oh, ummmm, hi, Mr. Wilson," the girl said, her initial look of shock from seeing men emerge from the woods was soon replaced with a devilish smile. The young man whose hand she was holding gave us a knowing smile as well. They turned and walked away; she looked back at Mike and me a few times, her ass swaying, her short dress giving the world a perfect view of the bottom of her cheeks.

"Who was that?" Mike asked nervously.

"That", I said softly, the blood draining from face, "is Emma. She goes to Tech and is one of my son's friends."

"Oh boy," Mike whispered.

"Yeah. Oh boy."