EE-110 Mr. Private Secretary

Excerpt

I hung up the phone. Little did Monica know, or hell, maybe she did know that I sure as hell would like to give Ted a big kiss. Ted was hot and sexy, and he usually behaved as though he was well aware of those facts. At first I thought maybe Ted hired me because I was gay. I’d hoped that maybe there would be some extracurricular sexual activities with my job, but I’d been wrong.

The only sex I’d had at Ted’s house was with the delivery boy from one of the liquor stores. Ted had ordered several cases of wine and liquor and mixes for a big party that he was having the following evening. No one except me was around when the delivery boy arrived late in the afternoon. I had been about ready to go home for the day, but stayed to sign the delivery order.

Instead of just watching the delivery boy carry in all of those cases by himself, I joined in and helped him. We unloaded his van, and after we had pulled up the nine cases near the bar we went into the kitchen for a drink. I opened some cans of root beer and we sat down on the kitchen table. “Sure you wouldn’t rather have something stronger than root beer?”

“No, this is fine… thanks.” He looked around the room and then out at the shaded lawn and the swimming pool, “This is some layout, isn’t it?”

“Sure is… have you met Ted?”

“Nope, I just know that he owns the store… Phil told me that before I drove up here,” he laughed, “he was probably worried that I’d fuck up the delivery.” He stretched his legs out in front of him, and scratched at his crotch.

“What do you mean… do you do that often?”

“Not really, Phil’s actually pretty cool, but sometimes he gets on my case.” He stared at me and groped his hand into his crotch, which was now bulging up against his levis. “You know how it can get with customers sometimes, I stay out too long… sometimes.” He left his hand cupped over his fat crotch. “If the orders are piling up back at the store he can get pissed.” He traced his finger along the obvious bulge of his fat dick, lingering for a minute on his outlined cockhead. He finished his drink and put the can down on the table. “Today we’re real slow, so I’m in no hurry.”

Now I was staring at his mounding cock and watching his fingers gently push and probe into his levis. His fat dick looked huge pushing up against the faded denim. I moved on my chair, tugging at my own growing dick as it pushed out against my levi-covered crotch. He hunched up his hips, aiming them directly at me. “Damn, I get horny running around all day. I’ve been working since noon and I’m hard as hell.”

I could see that! He kept his legs spread apart and tugged open the buttons on his fly, popping them apart one by one. His busy hand then reached inside and scooped out his hard prick! The long, thin shaft stood up in his hand, reaching up to bend against his stomach. His cock was not thick, but it looked at least nine or ten inches long, and the head on it was so fat and smooth and huge that it seemed even larger when compared with his long, thin, red, hot dong!