I pushed my cart down the hall, and lightly knocked on Mr. Martin's door. He looked up from his desk, and said, "Hey Kyle!"
"Hey Mr. Martin. Do you have any trash?"
He looked in the can. "No, sure don't." He replied, then smiled.
"Oh, ok."
"Thanks for checking though." He said. "You are doing a really good job."
"Thanks!" I replied, then pushed my cart to the next office. Mr. Martin was always so nice, especially compared to the other guys around the plant, who snickered when I walked by. A few even called me "fag boy" and other names to my face. But Mr. Martin was always so nice.
He was around forty, with a shaved head and goatee which he kept trimmed. He was also quite the fitness buff, and his muscular arms filled the sleeves of his polo shirts, which also showed off his thick chest. I had developed a bit of a crush on him, although I knew he was married to a beautiful blonde woman.
Later that day, I was in the locker room mopping the floor, and Mr. Martin came in carrying a gym bag. He said hello, and began taking off his clothes. I couldn't help but stare as he undressed, drooling over his muscular chest which was covered in fine black hair. He took off his pants, and I could see the outline of his dick in a pair of tight boxers, which looked quite large. I quickly returned to my mop, hoping he hadn't seen me. Of course, everyone knew I was queer, but I didn't want him to see me looking. He put on a pair of shorts and a t- shirt, told me to have a good night, then walked out, leaving me thinking dirty thoughts.
A few days later, I was walking to my car, and I heard someone yelling my name. I turned and looked, and saw Mr. Martin waving, and walking towards me. "Kyle, would you mind doing me a favor?"
"Sure. What's up?"
"Hey, my wifes out of town, and I need to get her car out of the shop." He explained. "Would you mind driving it home for me?"
"Um, yeah, ok."
"Great." He said with a big smile. "I'll bring you back afterwards." I followed him to his truck, and climbed in. "I really appreciate this." He said.
"Oh it's no problem." I replied. We drove to the repair shop, and I followed him home in his wife's Tahoe.
"Thanks again." He said. "I really appreciate it. Do you want something to drink, or do you need to get back?"
"I'm not in any hurry." I said with a shrug. He opened the door and I followed him in the house, to the kitchen where he poured me a Pepsi. I thanked him, and looked around. It was a nice house. I took a sip of my drink, and noticed him looking at me.
"So, Kyle, were you checking me out the other day?" He asked. I almost spat my drink out.
"Oh no sir!" I said.
"Oh." He replied, still staring at me. "Well, I'm sorry then. I thought maybe you were."
"Uh, no, i wasn't." I answered, now feeling a bit nervous.
"It's ok if you were." He said slowly. "Because I've been checking you out."
"What?"
"Yeah" He said softly, with a bit of a smile. "Ever since you started I haven't been able to keep my eyes off of you. I figured you had noticed. I really like looking at your ass in those tight jeans you wear. Of course I didn't think you would be interested, seeing as how I'm older and married. But when I thought you were checking me out, well, I kind of got excited."
"Oh, well, um." I stuttered, feeling myself blushing.
"You were checking me out, weren't you?"
"Yeah." I confessed, looking at the floor.
"So did you like what you saw?"
"Yes sir." I whispered.
"Good." He replied, then stepped close and put his hands on my waist. "Damn, you are incredibly sexy. I have a real thing for emo looking boys."
"You do?" I asked, and started to say something, but he interrupted me by giving me a kiss. His tongue slid into my mouth, and my knees went weak. I gripped his muscular arms, and his hands slid down to my ass. His mouth moved to my neck, and I felt chills. "Oh, fuck, Mr. Martin!" I moaned.
"Mmmm I like hearing you call me Mr. Martin." He said with a chuckle. "But you can call me Kent." We kissed again, and then he whispered, "Let's go in the bedroom." He took my hands and led me down a hall, to a bedroom with a king sized bed, then he took of my shirt, unbuttoned my jeans. "Get those off." He said. I wiggled out of my tight jeans, and once the were around my ankles, I was naked except for a lacy purple thong. He looked at my undies and smiled. "Oh I like those!"
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah, that's fucking hot. I knew you wore panties. Sometimes when you bend over at work, they show."
"They do?" I asked, feeling embarrassed.
"Yep." He said. "I love it. A boi in panties is so fucking hot." We kissed some more, and he took off his shirt and khakis, then laid on the bed, stroking his cock, which looked quite large. "You want this?" He asked.
"Oh yeah, Kent!" I said, looking at his hard cock. I climbed onto the bed, and started to suck it. He let out a low moan.
"Oh fuck yeah, that feels good." He said, stroking my hair. His cock was delicious. It was about seven inches long, and very thick. I took him deep, then licked the tip, and took him deep again. I let my mouth water all over it, and rubbed his hairy balls with my hand. "Shit boi, you are a good cocksucker!" He whispered as I slurped his hard rod. "That feels amazing."
"Thank you!" I said, then went down and sucked his balls.
"Fuck yes!" He groaned. "Damn, you know just what to do!" I licked his balls again, then returned to his dick, swallowing it all, and listening to his moans. He put one hand on the back of my head, and rubbed my ass with the other. "I would love to fuck this ass. Is that ok?" He asked.
"Mmmmmm hmmmmm!" I replied, with his cock in my mouth. I wanted nothing more than to feel this studs fat dick inside of me. He got up and I watched him take a tube of lube out of the dresser drawer, then he got behind me.
"Damn, that's a pretty ass. Looks so fucking hot in those panties. " He said, grabbing my cheeks with both hands. "Damn, I've been dreaming about this. I've been wanting to fuck you so bad, boy."
"Mmmmm fuck me!" I cried. He slapped me on the ass.
"You like that?" He asked.
"Fuck yes!" I moaned. He slapped it again, and I moaned some more.
