Confessions of a Corporate Spy
Adam’s Gay Readers
(Same as HT-148)
AGR-208
Connie Johnson
$3.95
AGR-208 Confessions of a Corporate Spy
Confessions of a Corporate Spy
Adam’s Gay Readers
(Same as HT-148)
AGR-208
Connie Johnson
$3.95
Excerpt
Seeing Big Guy playing with himself certainly didn’t do anything to calm me down—especially with the up-beat music being piped throughout the store, even in the men’s room. When he noticed that I was playing with myself, his eyes twinkled and he began beckoning with his chin for me to show him what I had. At the same time, he had become more open in squeezing and pulling on his growing shaft. The music played on.
When I backed away from the urinal and turned slightly for him to see, he smiled and tapped on the door of the first cubicle. Almost immediately, the lock clicked and the door swung open. Big Guy unzipped and pulled out one of the largest cock I’d ever seen. It had a huge purplish head and very large, prominent, swollen veins meandering all over the shaft. It looked to be well over two inches in diameter.
Big Guy moved forward into the cubicle with his huge cock sticking out, inviting me to suck it.
I edged over farther to see inside. Big Guy didn’t seem to be the least bit embarrassed. In fact, he seemed to be beckoning me over closer to him. I had to play the role of novice. It would be disastrous if I got caught sucking a prick in the men’s room before I had even checked in for work. But…
The fellow inside, sitting on the toilet, had his suit pants and underwear down around his ankles, his shirt and tie pulled up so that his erect nipples and well developed pecs were free. He seemed a little on the stocky side, and his prick, I was surprised to see, was about the same size as mine, though I had expected to see a much larger one, judging from his frame. He was pumping away on his rod, while his lips were sliding back and forth on Big Guy’s prong, and his other hand was fondling Big Guy’s balls.
As I was staring in wonder. Big Guy grabbed my hard cock and started pulling on it—and I do mean pulling. Whenever I jacked off, I slid my fist gently up and down and stopped below the ridge of the head. He didn’t. He encircled my cock with his thumb and forefinger in a very tight grip and kept pushing up over the ridge, as if trying to squeeze every possible drop of jism out through the knobby tip. My cock might just as well have been a tube of toothpaste. He was very rough, but the sensation in my cockhead was excruciating. I thought I might black out. Jacking off had always been good for me, but this was great!
I felt myself building up for a climax, and I think he felt it too, although he kept pulling with the same intensity. I began shooting out ropes of cum like crazy. I began to wonder where it was all coming from. My cock kept spasming and shooting.
He continued pulling on my cock, as if trying to lengthen it, long after it started to go soft. Most of my cum had shot on the cubicle wall and was running down to puddle on the floor, but Big Guy had caught a lot of it on his fingers. When I had finished shooting, he put his fingers to his mouth and licked my milky juice off.
Eating my cum seemed to send him over the top, because almost immediately he started bucking his hips too. He grabbed the fellow in the booth by the head and forced his horsecock deep down the man’s throat. He threw his head back and was groaning with pleasure, as the music stopped and sever sale specials were announced. Soon the up-beat tempo filled the room again.
I didn’t see the other fellow come in, although he was pumping away furiously when I backed away to dry off my cock before stuffing it back in my pants.
“You shoot a fantastic load, buddy,” Big Guy said to me at the sink. He was drying himself off. “Come back tomorrow at the same time and let me do you right.”
“Yeah,” said the man in the booth. “We’ll both take care of you.”
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