All characters are over 18.
This story picks up immediately from the end of part 1. All fantasy (made up). Would love to hear from the readers and from other writers. Apologies for silly errors. I am a novice writer. This is purely for my masturbatory enjoyment as well as yours hopefully. If by any chance my stories make you cum. I'd love to know.
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"What?" I asked. Standing there at a urinal, cock out and pissing. I was confused. Thoroughly not knowing what was happening.
"You have a great cock." My boss said. "It looks perfect."
I really wanted to respond. I just didn't know what to say.
"Did you bring your clubs?"
"Yeah."
"Do you want to actually golf or get out of here and do something better?"
"You're the boss, your call!"
"Now that's what I wanted to hear."
I was finished pissing and I put my cock back in my pants and zipped up. That's when I realized my boss was still standing next to me, with his dick hanging out. I looked. I had to look.
"Like it?"
Coming out of the fog of what was happening, it was just dawning on me now that he was purposely commenting on my cock and legitimately asking if I liked his.
"Yeah" I croaked out sheepishly. I had no idea what the right thing to say was. I still didn't have a clue as to what was happening. Nothing like this has ever happened to me before.
"Let's go get some lunch." He grinned while stuffing his own dick back into his pants. As he started exiting the locker room, I followed instinctively. On the way out, my boss handed some money to a guy and gave some instructions I didn't really listen to. Before I even realized we reached his Escalade.
"Jump in" he ordered adding; "I've got the perfect place for lunch."
In his truck, I buckled up and he settled himself smartly starting the vehicle.
I gathered up every bit of courage to ask my next question. "What the hell is going on?"
"Jacob... Is it okay to call you Jake?" he asked and I nodded. Our relationship as boss and employee was always very direct and business formal. Today, not so much.
"Jake. I watched you today. After the meeting ended, I realized that you were still in the zoom call. It was just you and me in there. I assumed you got your computer working again and I started to ask about how you got it fixed. It was then that I realized you had no clue you were on camera."
I was feeling a little ill as he spoke. He was explaining and it all became clear. I was probably bright red from embarrassment or a pale white from shock. Either way, it all fell into place. He watched me. He watched me watching porn. He watched me jerking off to gay porn. He saw me lick my fingers clean. Oh my fucking god!
"You okay Jake?"
"Mr. Peterson... I...."
"Relax Jake. Your not in trouble." He did his best to ease my nerves. "And call me Mark from now on."
"Mark" I stammered. "Did you see everything?"
"Ummm, yeah."
"Everything everything?"
"Oh yeah."
"So my camera was on the entire time."
"Umm, yeah."
"Did anyone else see?"
"Not that I can tell, I don't think so."
"Can I ask you...?"
"After what I saw today, you can ask me anything you want."
"Why did you watch me?" stuttering a little this time..."I mean what made you keep watching?"
Mark took his time answering, almost like he was trying to craft the words perfectly.
"It was the most exciting and real experience I've had in a long time. As soon as I realized what was happening, I mean going to happen. I was glued to the screen. Thankfully I was also working from home and I was alone." He grinned a bit. "It's been more than twenty years since..." His words caught up to him. "the last time."
"The last time?"
"In college I was.... ummm... bisexual." It was his turn to seem nervous. "Look, can we go get a drink? I mean I'll explain but I need a hard shot of alcohol."
"Sure. Let's go."
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Less than five minutes later, we were pulling into a driveway of a very upscale home. I mean multi-million dollar upscale home.
"Your place?"
"Yeah, where better to have a drink and privacy?"
"Nice place"
"Thanks."
Things almost felt normal, just two guys talking. But then it wasn't just that... was it.
After parking, I followed my boss inside.
"Drink?" he asked.
"Sure"
"You a tequila guy, whiskey guy or just beer?"
"I get pretty crazy when I drink tequila, so how about whiskey?"
In mere moments, two glasses of high end whiskey was poured. Mark handed me one and clanked his glass to mine. I raised the glass a little like we were toasting and took a long pull of the sweet yet strong alcohol. Fuck it was good.
Mark sat on the sofa and told me to sit too. Clearly he was taking control. I choose the large chair facing him away from the couch. Immediately I downed the rest of my drink. My head was swimming and it wasn't from the whiskey.
"You said you would explain." I meekly stated, trying to get answers rather poorly.