Office Politics Pt.1

Hello! My name's Alec. I'm thirty-six, a graphic designer by trade, and I want to tell you about what happened to me around a year ago.I work for a medium sized company in Greater London, we do corporate branding, web stuff, brochures, that kind of thing. I've been working here for nearly seven years, and last spring, after a lot of hard work, I got a promotion that came with a small office all to myself, a little oasis of calm, with a nice sunny corner for my pet spider plant, Debbie. It'd been going well, and I'd been in the role around three months, when I receive an email from higher up telling me that a student is coming in for work experience over the summer, and I'm responsible for him. There are a few details, his name is Toby, he's nineteen and has just finished his first year at university, studying for a degree in Graphic Design and Web. I can't say I was looking forwards to having him around, there wasn't much he'd be able to do, but at least he could make the tea. On the day of his arrival, I wasn't prepared for what walked through the door when Claire, the HR manager, brought him in.'Alec, this is Toby. Can you find him a desk and get someone to show him the ropes?'He's about five ten, with that slender, lithe physique some adolescents are lucky enough to develop naturally, and I'm surprised he's nineteen, he looks younger. There's still a scatter of faint freckles across the bridge of his nose, gold blond hair in grown out waves is tucked behind one ear. I must have been looking too long, he catches my gaze, bites his lip, and I can't stop watching his mouth as its corners form a slight smile.'Alec? Alec, are you listening?'I give Clair a smile and try to look like Mr Professional.'Of course! He'll be fine. Great to meet you, Toby.''I'll leave him in your capable hands, then.'I know where I'd like to put my capable hands, but I slam the brakes on my imagination. I mean really, I can't, he's too young and this is work. As soon as she's gone I steer him back out into the main office and tell Steve, one of my underlings, to find him some desk space and show him what he's been working on, then scuttle back to my lair and try to forget he's here, concentrating on my jobs for the day. Later, I'm in the little kitchen area microwaving my lunch when he strolls in with a handful of mugs and gives me that smile again.'Oh, hiya Toby, how's it going so far?''Great thanks, it's quite different to Uni.'He starts pouring coffee. I get a sneaky look at his backside, which is tiny and pert in his fashionably skinny trousers. He really is gorgeous.'So, what are you hoping to get out of this placement?'He leans against the worktop, a thoughtful look giving him an adorable pout.'I just want experience in a proper design studio, hopefully get isvecbahis a look at a few people's portfolios, that kind of thing.'The microwave pings, and I ignore it.'I'd show you my portfolio, but it's really out of date. I think I've got it in a memory stick somewhere in my desk, I'll lend it to you if you like?'He grins.'Thanks.'To my relief it's the end of the conversation, and I get to watch that juicy little arse as he carefully takes the mugs of coffee to their recipients. I'm so distracted that I forget to use a tea towel to retrieve my lunch from the microwave, the resulting burn snaps me out of my moment of horniness.A couple of days later there's a soft tap on my office door. It's Toby. I've been keeping out of his way, just admiring him from a safe distance, and now here he is, stepping into my space.'Alec, I was wondering, can I look at your portfolio today? I'd really like to see it.''Um.... Sure, hang on, I think I've got it here...'I rummage through the desk drawers, wanting him out of here before I start to dribble. Seeing him stood there, all late teen swagger and choirboy face, I get the familiar tingle in my groin. 'I'm sorry, it doesn't seem to be here, must be at home. I should put it online, but...'Toby's eyes fix on mine, he does that smiling lip-bite again.'Maybe... I could come by and pick it up later?''From my house?''Yeah. Steve told me you live quite close to here, I could... you know?'Oh god. My voice takes on a higher pitch, I can't shake my gaze from his.'Sure.''Cool.'Why? What did I agree to that? I could just bring it in tomorrow. As the door clicks behind him I rub my eyes, elbows on the desk, thinking what an idiot I am. By this point, I'm absolutely sure he's noticed the way I look at him. How could he not, I'm practically drooling, but what's he playing at? He's obviously been asking Steve about me. Is he leading me on? I can't stand this.The afternoon passes far too quickly. I try and make up reasons to work late and fail. There's no looming deadlines and everyone is keen to go home at the regular time. I pack up my few belongings and hope Toby has forgotten.'Do you have a car? Or can I give you a lift?'He's leaning on my office door frame, rucksack over one shoulder.'What?'Like a total dork, I drop my phone. He leans down, picks it up, and hands it to me.'Uh... Thanks. I usually get the bus but...'Fishing in his bag, he takes out his car keys. Whatever he drives is old, the key fob is held together with peeling tape.'It's no trouble, really.'I try not to look at him as we make our way to the carpark. Any talk is light and trivial, and on my part fairly monosyllabic. I'm right about the car, it's an ancient hatchback, mainly rust held together by wishful thinking, a typical student's car. isveçbahis giriş The interior is worn, cluttered with CD cases and empty soft drink bottles. He look slightly embarrassed as he scoops some of it off the passenger seat and into the floor.' Sorry about the mess.'The CD player is one of those ropey affairs with a dummy tape attached to a jack lead, and it starts up immediately he turns the engine over. I recognise the tune straight away.'Hey, I know this tune.''Yeah, I love old rock.'Old. I'm feeling it now, I bought this album first week of release. I'm only thirty-six but must seem elderly to him. As the car idles, he taps at his phone.'What's your postcode?'I tell him, and as we pull away the satnav starts giving him the directions to my house. I try not to talk too much. The traffic is surprisingly quiet for the time of day, and before long we pull into my street and he finds somewhere to park. I wonder if I can get him to wait out here, but that would be a dick move as I'm not sure where Ive stashed the stick, so it could take me a while to find. I have no choice so invite him in. He stands in my living room, looking around, a beam of late sunlight catching his gold hair as he casually tucks it back behind his ear.'Nice place. Is it all yours, or do you share?''It's all mine. I inherited some money and bought it before the prices round here went mental. Would you like a cup of tea while you wait?'Before I can even put down my bag and go to the kitchen he puts his hand on my arm.'Do I...make you uncomfortable?''What? No!'I can feel my face redden. 'No... I uh...let me make you that tea...''You know, I don't actually want any tea, not yet, anyway.'Dropping his rucksack, he starts to unbutton his shirt. I panic.'What are you doing?''What does it look like I'm doing? I'm taking my clothes off. You'd like me to, I can tell.'I have no reply. I'm rooted to the spot, staring, as his fingers move from button to button, then slips the shirt from his shoulders. His skin is pale and smooth, his nipples small and pink. I want to run my tongue over them, tease them into delicious little nubs.'Toby, don't get me wrong, but this isn't a good idea, if work finds out that I...'Eyes locked on mine, he steps closer towards me with a wicked grin.'That you what? C'mon Alec, it's obvious that you fancy me, so, what would you like to do to me?'It's too much. All my resolve has gone. I run my fingers through his hair, pull his parted lips towards mine and kiss him. I can feel his groin against my leg, he grabs my free hand and places it on the growing bulge beneath the fabric. I kiss down his neck till a reach one if those pretty nipples, lightly running my tongue over it, making him gasp sweetly. I squeeze his hardening dick, then flick isveçbahis yeni giriş his belt and fly undone so I can reach in under the elastic of his tight jersey boxers. My fingers run through soft hair and I gently stroke the little cleft either side of his balls, making him purr. Unexpectedly, he pulls away, takes my hand from inside his pants and leads me to the sofa, where I sit as he kicks off his shoes and socks then slowly slips out if his remaining clothes. He slides down his underwear, releasing his cock from its confines. It springs up, seven inches nearly grazing his navel, the head already moist with pre-cum, and stands before me naked, watching my eyes drink him in. I know what I want to do. Sliding forward in my seat I lean over and lick the shiny droplet from the tip.'Sit over there.'I gesture to a big squashy armchair by the window, and when he's seated I kiss him again, pulling his thighs apart so I can kneel between them, then return to those nipples, listening to his breathing hitch as I lick and nibble them hard, going further down to taste the skin on that firm, smooth torso. I hook my hands under his knees and lift his feet onto the chair, caressing the soft skin at the top of his inner thigh with my lips and tongue, breathing in the sweet musk of his crotch. He runs his hands over my neck, eyes closed, back arching, spreading his legs wider till they rest on the arms of the chair and every intimate inch of him is exposed to me. I run my tongue up his swollen perineum, feeling the puckered skin of his tight balls under my lips, the smooth hardness of his cock as I move up and take the head in my mouth, making him cry out and grab my hair as my tongue slides around the tip and the sensitive ridge below it. He's almost panting, my own hard-on is getting uncomfortable and making my underwear damp, so I stand and hurriedly take everything off, Toby watching me as I do through heavy lidded eyes.'You asked what I wanted to do? Right now I really want to suck you off.'He smiles, running his fingers down his open thighs.'Mmmm...yeah, I'd love that. And I'd really like you to fuck me afterwards, too.'I can but oblige. The pre-cum is making sticky strings against his stomach when I kneel back down and take him in my mouth a deep as I can. I've always been good at this, I have no gag reflex. My cock is almost throbbing now as I taste the sweet-salt fluid in the back of my throat and he puts a hand on my head to push himself deeper, moaning each time my lips move up and down his shaft and my tongue strokes around the tip. The moans soon turn to gasps.'Alec... I'm... I'm go into cum...'I take him in especially deep and he shivers as hot jizz fills my throat and I drink it down, milking every drop I can from him. He tastes so good.'I need you to fuck me, please.' He begs me in a quiet breathless voice and I've never been so turned on before. I go back to tasting that soft spot at the top of his inner thigh, now damp with sweat and all the more delicious for it.