The fluorescent lights overhead cast an eerie glow on the office cubicles as I walked in late for work. My boss, Juan, was already seated at his desk, typing away on his computer with an air of quiet intensity. But when our eyes met, my dick twitched in anticipation. I Fucking Love Your Office Papa! I’d seen that provocative tweet about him circulating online – a nickname born from the countless gay porn fans who adored the rugged Venezuela native’s thick cock and commanding presence.
As I approached his desk, Juan’s gaze lingered on me, his eyes burning with a mix of authority and desire. My heart raced as he beckoned me closer with a curt finger. “What do you want, FamilyTwink?” His voice was low and husky, sending shivers down my spine.
I swallowed hard, feeling my cock strain against the confines of my pants. “Just needed to grab some papers from your desk, sir.” I tried to sound nonchalant, but my mouth felt dry, and my words came out in a breathless rush.
Juan’s eyes crinkled at the corners as he raised an eyebrow, his hand moving instinctively to adjust the bulge in his pants. “Ah, yes. The papers. Well, you can get them yourself,” he said, his voice dripping with innuendo, “or I could suck your cock while you do.”
My mind reeled at the raw proposition, my dick throbbing in response. I couldn’t help but imagine Juan’s warm mouth enveloping me, his tongue dancing along the length of my penis as he gave me a blowjob that would leave me gasping for air.
I reached out to grab the papers, my fingers brushing against Juan’s as I did so. His cock twitched beneath mine, and I felt a jolt of electricity run through both of us. The tension in the room was palpable, heavy with the unspoken promise of oral sex, raw desire, and the pent-up passion that only two willing cocks could satiate.
And with that, our eyes locked, and I knew we were on the cusp of a torrid affair, one that would leave no moment of work or play untouched by our insatiable hunger for each other’s cock.
