Chapter 30

I hurried back up to my desk and got there just as my lunch hour was ending. I grabbed the sandwich I had made this morning from the lunch room fridge and started eating it at my desk. I looked up to see Lori leaning over the side of my cubicle partition with a big smile on her face.

"Hey Jon. I just wanted to let you know that Frank will be picking you up outside at 3:30. I've cleared it for you to go at that time. You should be able to get everything done tomorrow by lunch time which is good because I think he wants to start heading back around 1:00 or 2:00. Anyways, since you're going to be doing the work on the Newman account with me for awhile, I think Derek is probably going to talk to you about some of your other files," she ended with a sly wink and then moved off back to her office. I watched her succulent ass sway back and forth as she leisurely walked away from me.

I turned back to my desk and did some work and then about fifteen minutes later, my supervisor, Derek, stopped by my cubicle carrying a few files under his arm.

"Hi Jon," he said as he perched on the side of my desk. "So Lori's asked for your help on the Newman account so that's gonna take up quite a bit of your time. I hope you don't mind working under her for awhile." If only he knew I'd been under her for over an hour this morning! "So gather up the files you've been working on for me and bring them into my office. I want to see where you're at on them." He stood to go and the files he held started to slide out of his hand. He tried to grab them and ended up almost juggling them before they fell to the floor in a mess of papers.

"Oh shit," he exclaimed as he knelt to gather them up. I leaned forward to help and the photos in my shirt pocket fell out on top of the papers strewn about the floor. We both stopped dead as I realized what had happened and Derek saw what was on the photos. He picked up one and I noticed it was one which clearly showed my face half covered in cum and Mr. Wolfe's big cock lying across my cheek.

"Oh fuck! Uh ... sorry Jon," Derek said in a nervous tone and dropped the picture back on the floor. I said nothing but hurriedly gathered them up and stuck them deep into my pocket. I was crimson with embarrassment as I helped get together the rest of the dropped papers and handed them back to Derek. Neither one of us said a word and he headed into his office and closed the door.

"Oh shit!" I thought to myself. What a mess I was in now. I wondered if Derek was going to say anything to anyone about the pictures. What a fucking disaster! I had no idea what to do and just hoped he would try and forget the whole thing.

I pulled out the files I'd been working on for him and gathered together all the pertinent information I thought he'd need to know. With my tail between my legs, I carried all the documentation to his office and knocked on the door.

"Come in," he said after a lengthy pause. I entered his office and saw him turned halfway around in his seat looking out the window. I closed the door behind me and brought all the files over to his desk.

"Here's the information you wanted Derek," I said sheepishly as I set the folders down on the corner of his desk.

"Uh, yeah. Thanks Jon," he said turning back towards me. "Sit down. We've gotta go thru some of this stuff. So tell me where you're at on the Gulliver deal." I felt comfortable that he seemed to be ignoring our earlier awkward situation and for the next half hour I brought him up to speed on the files I'd been handling.

"Well, that's great. Thanks Jon. You do good work." He paused but made no move that would indicate he was done talking to me. "So you're not married, right Jon?"

"No," I answered softly, wondering where this was heading.

"Oh yeah, I guess not. Sorry. Yeah, I guess you're lucky that way," he said with a nervous laugh. I knew that Derek was married and had three young children. He was about forty and I'd seen his wife a number of times in the office and at social functions. She was attractive and pleasant but not an overly friendly person. "After the third kid, things just haven't been the same between Julia and I. We put up a good front but I haven't been too happy with things for a few years now." I wondered why he was spilling his guts to me about this stuff but I sat patiently and nodded in agreement where it seemed appropriate.

"Ummmm ... those pictures ... you ummmm ... you look like you're enjoying yourself in those," he said nervously.

"Ummm ... yeah ... I guess." I wasn't sure how to respond. I didn't want to get into any trouble but I didn't want to lie to him either. And I knew it was obvious from looking at the pictures that I was definitely enjoying myself.

"When were those taken," he asked with a curious tone to his voice.

"Ummm ... two days ago," I looked down and felt my face turning red with embarrassment.

"The other guy in the picture ... is he your uh ... boyfriend?"

"Not really, I guess," I said with a shrug of my shoulders.

"So if he's not your boyfriend ... what kind of relationship do you two have?"

"He ... uh ... well ... he ... uh ... he likes me to service him," I stammered as I looked down at the floor, ashamed of myself.

"Service him? You mean, like, you suck him off when he wants you to?"

"Yeah, I guess. And other stuff."

"Other stuff ... like what?"

"Well, sometimes he fucks me and sometimes I lick his asshole and sometimes I even drink his piss."

"Holy shit! You're kidding me?!"

"No sir." I don't know why I called Derek "Sir". We had a very relaxed office atmosphere and only referred to our supervisors by their first names.

"Sir, eh?" Derek said and paused as he fixed me with his gaze. "I'm going to be brutally honest with you Jon. It's been a couple of years since Julia and I have had any kind of sex and she hasn't given me head since the first kid was born years ago. After seeing those pictures of you a little while ago, I just can't get those images out of my head. They made me really fucking horny and I can't stop thinking about you with that cum all over your face. So ... well ... here it is ... could I ask you to do me a favor and suck me off?" His words came rushing out of him as he seemed to finally get up the nerve to get his feelings off his chest. I looked up at him and could see both the anxiety and nervousness on his face.

"Yes sir. I would love to do that, Derek."

"Okay, great!" he said and it looked like a wave of relief washed over him. "Go lock the door and then come over here," he said as he turned his chair sideways from his desk. I went to the door and threw the lock. When I turned around, Derek was standing next to his chair. He had kicked off his shoes and was undoing his belt as I walked towards him around the desk.

"Here, let me do that for you," I said as I dropped to my knees in front of him. With my face inches from his crotch, I could see a good sized package bulging from within his pants. I undid his belt, opened the top tab of his pants and slid down his zipper. I pulled his pants down and helped him step out of them. I was confronted with a massive bulge tightly encased in a pair of white fitted boxers.

"Oh man!" I exclaimed as I just stared at the straining package. I reached my hand up and felt the heat of his hard cock right thru his underwear.

"Yeah, that's one of the reasons Julia and I haven't screwed in a long time," he said. "She says it hurts her every time we fuck because of the size. And when it comes to blowjobs, she never was able to get more than just the head in her mouth. And then if she ever did it long enough so that I did cum, she'd always spit it out."

"How big is it?" I asked as I started to pull down his underwear.

"A little over 9". But it seems to be the thickness that bothers Julia more," he said. I slid his underwear down over his straining member and when it cleared, the tip snapped up and slapped noisily against his stomach. Holy shit, this was a big thick one! No wonder his wife complained. It was a circumcised thing of beauty. A perfectly straight shaft capped by a large mushroom head. It stood up tall and proud as I reached my hand up and wrapped it around the velvety hard skin of the pulsing shaft.

"Do you think it's too big? Do you think you'll be able to suck it okay?" he asked. Obviously Derek knew nothing about cocksuckers like me.

"It's not too big ... it's just perfect. And I'll think you're gonna like the way I suck it. Now just sit back and let me do all the work," I said as I pushed back on his taut stomach. He dropped into the chair and I crawled forward between his spread thighs. I pushed the tails of his shirt to each side to give me free access to his rearing cock. I reached my hand around his thick girth and pulled his rampant erection down until it pointed directly towards my waiting mouth. I gripped the base of his shaft tightly and milked it firmly forwards as a glistening drop of precum appeared at the gaping eye. I could see that he was already starting to breathe heavy. Just before I slipped my lips over his engorged cockhead, I looked up at him with pleading eyes.

"I hope you won't think bad of me if I swallow your cum, Derek," I said as I reached out with the tip of my tongue and slid it around the drooling tip.

"Oh fuck no! I'd love for you to do that," he said with a glazed look in his eyes. He looked on intently as I ovalled my full lips and then ran my tongue around them. He moaned with anticipation and then I leaned forward and slid my lips over his hot engorged crown.