Naughtiness at Work

A former job location proved to be perfect for daytime action. Just off a major interstate and an office building in a complex of many, the bathroom stalls in the men's room were almost full rooms with a door that locked. Of course, the Americans with Disabilities Act had assured the handicap stall was huge.

After enough time to check and make sure the IT department didn't track employees' online activity, and I spent much of the workday lurking online and posting ads. In the three years on the job, I'd have weeks that I fucked (or settled for a suck off) three or four men.

Old reliable turned into a guy from Midtown in his early 30s. His angular face and dark features were a mega turn on for me. I don't think he realized his hotness.

In his little red sports car, I'd see him pull up and park from my cube perched by the windows. We'd meet on another floor.

For more than a year, he'd come by and get fucked. Sometimes once a month, sometimes twice a week. When we were in the physical presence of each other, he acted nonchalant, almost like he didn't want me to fuck him. His moderately hairy chest and beautiful hairy ass would always be there to serve me.

I unloaded in his ass dozens of times. He loved the reliability of my cock. As it turned out, he'd become an addict to crystal meth and the other men who would fuck him could never cum. But I'd reliably load his ass. I wouldn't notice his addiction until later, mostly because it was a hot ass to fuck.

But when the jitters started and his reliability faded, so did he.