The phone rang. Chris deftly retrieved it from his pocket of his undone trousers. He looked at the caller id screen as it flashed 'Paul'.
'Hello.' Chris answered in a slow drawl. Paul's greeting was flat and mechanical, echoing the mens' cubical. His diatribe, which Chris was mostly ignoring, was competing with the sucking sounds that came from below his navel.
Chris watched Marcus' head as it bobbed and suckled his dick as if it were the last one in the world. Such a dedicated cocksucker, Chris thought with a tiny amount of admiration towards his new protégé. Marcus' head was crowned with curly brown hair and large, luscious, Mediterranean lips - practically invented to suck off any man's tool. And here he was, in his true vocation, taking a focused and passionate approach.
'Paul, what do you want?' Chris growled, angry at this moron for ruining his morning blow job. Paul's little electronic voice stopped. Marcus looked up toward Chris, his mouth still repeatedly gulping down his cock.
Chris looked down and noticed Marcus's hand in his trousers, greedily pumping his own erection. He smiled. Drool had run down the younger man's chin. His mouth still hungrily slid back and forth, back and forth.
The taste of Chris's precum had made him hard. The soft, smooth cock between his lips, greased with his saliva was hypnotic. He continued to look up at Chris, taking in a final breath, tilting his head back a little then gulped.
Chris's dick had been swallowed down the smaller man's throat. Chris's face coloured a little under control.
'That's enough Paul, I told you to bugger off. You bore me.' With that he shut his phone and back into his pocket. His eyes riveted to the young man who was so full of cock his nose nearly was buried in pubic hair.
Chris pushed himself forward. He had been leaning back before but now he towered over his little worshiper. He put his hands up to the side of the cubical to steady him. Slowly he rotated his hips a little, feeling his cock trapped in this glorious throat. Marcus had almost fallen back but quickly brought his hands up to Chris's hips, and clung to him like a child.
'...pretty little cocksucker...' Chris murmured as he continued to rotate his hips moving his cock into the other mans mouth at different angles. He was enjoying playing with Marcus's eager mouth and throat.
'Hold on tight while I begin to fuck you mouth...' he ordered Marcus. His legs flexed, giving him the stability he needed. He braced himself.
'I want to you to use that hot little mouth of yours to fuck me back. You understand?'
Marcus, who now had tears running down his face from the strain, gave a tiny groan of understanding.
'Good boy...' Chris replied with a smile.
He bucked his hips forward and heard Marcus gag. He saw the man on his knees move quickly to brace himself for the next thrust, which came quickly.
Chris gripped the cubical walls on either side of him and started to fuck his little friend's mouth in earnest.
'Good boy....that's it....move you head ....that's a good boy....' Came Chris's encouraging words between thrusts. He could feel his balls slapping on the man's chin, giving a great tingling feeling inside them.
Marcus gurgled, panted and drooled but he never let go. He pushed his mouth over Chris's hard on in time with the thrusts.
His throat had opened and calmly accepted the invasion. Marcus's knuckles were raw from trying to steady himself against his tall companion's restless hips. He closed his eyes in rapture as he felt this hard dick force its way repeatedly down his throat.
One of his hands he snaked around to Chris's muscular flexing buttock. He felt his way and soon had a finger caressing the puckered up hole. He could feel Chris move his ass back a little, enabling him to slide the tip of his index finger inside his anus.
'Mmmm...such a clever little boy...' Chris groaned as his thrusts became more inventive, luxuriating both in the feeling of the finger tip rubbing at his entrance and the eager mouth he was sloshing his cock in. He stretched his legs farther apart so that the exploring finger could gain a little more access.
He could feel his hard nipples rub up against his shirt. The sensation of his cock, nipples and ass was becoming overwhelming.
'Fuck my ass...' he managed with a hoarse whisper. Marcus obliged, moving his finger rhythmically with his sucking into the puckered entrance. Marcus' digit had found its way an inch in, making him able to just touch the prostate.
Chris started pumping quick and hard.
He took one of his hands to the back of Marcus's head and continued to ram up against his slobbering mouth. His hips were moving at a frenzied speed. His balls slapped loudly against the wet and well punished chin.
'Annnn..' Chris moaned through gritted teeth.
He gripped Marcus's head ruthlessly and thrust deep into his throat one last time and exploded.
Marcus panicked. His windpipe was being blocked by a gush of cum. He couldn't breath. His mouth shuddered wordlessly, sending shivers all through Chris.
Chris's head fell back, 'fuck.' He managed to say. His body tensed as he came again, flooding Marcus's choking throat.
He looked down and pulled out just in time to see his spewing dick christen Marcus sodden and panting face.
His cum made a nice addition to the mess, Chris thought to himself wickedly.
He sat down on the toilet seat behind him and watched the younger man, coughing and breathing noisily. Marcus moved his hands to his face to wipe off the cum and mucus and tears ...
'Stop, leave it.' Chris ordered. He looked coldly down at the other man, who, still on his knees, was sporting a massive hard on. The precum had started to leak through his crotch.
'You need to sort yourself out.' Chris continued pointedly.
Marcus looked at him dazed. Then, very slowly, he slid his hand back into his trousers.
'Atta boy.' Chris encouraged him with a charming smile. The taller man remained motionless, lazing on the toilet seat. After a while it became apparent to Marcus that he was not going to do anything but watch. This seemed to fill him with a strange fever.
He groped at his hard on and started to pump furiously on his knees, his mouth gaping open and the cum still slowly sliding off his face.
He was already so turned on that it wouldn't take long for Marcus to erupt. He leaned over slightly and let his other hand dip into the back of his pants. Soon he was fingering and jerking off frantically.
'Ah...ah...ah!' He cried out in a submissive gesture as his cock creamed against his pant leg. He whimpered as an aftershock ran though his body.
'Ah ha! So that's where you learnt that little trick? Can't get yourself off without something in your ass?' Chris commented with a smile.
What a little pleasure it had been finding such a talented post room boy. He was going to have a livelier time at work starting from today.
Marcus got up, smiling gratefully back at Chris, cleaning himself off.
'Do you think I could get a promotion, sir?' He asked eagerly.
'Maybe; shouldn't be too hard with your talents.' Chris replied grinning back. And with that, the new post room boy washed his faced carefully and left.
Chris came out of the cubical and stood before the basin. He looked into the mirror and stopped dead. An icy chill went down his back like someone was behind him. He turned around in terror- but no one was there.
It had been two weeks since Jeremy had disappeared. His face screwed up in pain.
He shook his head hard trying to empty it of thoughts and left the bathroom.
That evening when Chris entered his apartment, he noticed his answering machine was flashing. Before retrieving his messages Chris went over to the windowsill and lit the scented candle. The sandalwood smell entered his nostrils and had a strange calming effect. Today he felt as if his insides were constantly ready to rip right out of him. Something about this woody scent kept things together, inside his head.
His finger trembled on the retrieve button on the answering machine.
He suddenly suffered a heave like his guts were on the verge of exiting his body through the fastest possible exit. He desperately swallowed back.
Then he held it together long enough to let the sensation pass and pressed the button.
'Beep' announced the machine.
'...Hey Chris, sorry about earlier. You want to go out Friday?... I'd love to see you again,.. really, I would.' The voice made a few more indecisive comments then muttered into nothing.
'END OF MESSAGES!' the answer phone announced triumphantly.
Chris gripped the cord violently and ripped it out from the socket. It had been Paul. He didn't want to hear from that closeted wanker.
It was a huge disappointment, and yet Chris couldn't see any possible reason of why Jeremy would call him.
He turned around and with his back to the wall, slid to the floor.
He stared at his knees remembering the night Jeremy took him on the carpet just a few centre metres from where he sat. It had been hard and brutal. But that still didn't stop his body from flushing in excitement.
A few weeks ago it had just been a joke, to get that boring office clerk to play with him. Jeremy was so incredibly straight. There had been nothing remotely sexy about a man who had worked his way up through actual work. He had never lied or cheated at his job and that was what first inspired Chris's malicious interest.
Chris loved a challenge.
He had never guessed he would have unleashed some kind of horror in this undistinguished, mild mannered clerk.
The first blow job he had given Jeremy after the Christmas party had been surprising to say the least. He thought perhaps Jeremy had been drunk. All the office men became a little unpredictable on spirits. That was how he got to them in the first place.
But what followed had truly frightened him.
He had had no fear confronting Jeremy with the blowjob video.
He had done it a dozen times before to other office clerks and had scored a number of lovely submissive fucks in return.
However he had wrongly guessed about Jeremy. The man had unleashed a storm upon him and Chris had no idea which way was up after that. The fuck had been brutal but Chris had also cum harder than he had ever before. He had felt no control over his body. He had just kept jerking and cumming over and over again.
Where had that violence come from in that tepid, boring clerk? Chris wondered.
Then the incident on the train followed. At the time, Chris had felt a chill when he heard Jeremy directly behind him in the carriage. But the train was crowded. He no longer was afraid and turned towards Jeremy.
