Insurance Office Late Lunch

by Walt Back in early 1983 and in my early twenties I finally ran away from the sticks and ended up a free gay man in Chicago. After a while a friend told me about a job opening for a file clerk in a small division insurance office. I got the job, it wasn't bad and I had every night and weekends free to go out and get off. After a few months though I realized that I needed a raise desperately, a part-time job I'd also taken wasn't paying much, so I marched across the hallway into the main secretary's area and without an appointment into the glass office of the regional manager. He was a big stocky, mid-40s guy, clean-shaven, still dark wavy hair only beginning to go gray, and his neck bulged around his too tight collar. Well, my simple request set him off. I spent the next twenty minutes listening to him yell and watching him slam his hairy fists down on the desk. The outer office had completely stopped working. I found out later that day that his wife had cancer and was in the hospital so I figured maybe he was just up against the wall. Anyway I slunked back to my desk on the other side of the building with no raise and reduced expectations, and maybe a pink slip coming soon. I smoked probably a whole pack of cigarettes at my desk that day (you could still smoke at your desk then.) That afternoon at closing everyone ran to catch the "el" or bus and the building was empty in five minutes. I had spent so much time across the hall and not too productively at my desk, so I needed to stay a bit longer and put some files away to get my desk cleared. But I decided to take a minute just for me and go to the mens room down the hall. I unlocked the door and assuming I was alone lit up a cigarette at the urinal. One of life's pleasant moments. Suddenly I heard someone say behind me "Come here fairy boy...I'm watching you." A stall door opened wider to reveal one of the building's security guards and he had an obvious poker in his unzipped pants which he gave a slow rub through his white shorts to interest me further. I tried to stay away from this type, too strong, eyes too blue. Besides he could break me like the cracker I was. "Come 'ere Hillbilly," he pulled me toward him with just the right amount of encouragement and into the open stall. I was immediately on my knees, my own pants still open and sucking for all I could get. He was getting so close, I could feel the head start to swell and see it getting purple. He was obviously liking what I could do. I was dripping pre-cum on the granite floor like I couldn't believe. I wanted to come so bad, but not too soon. He kept pushing my head down on his wet cock and I lost all sense of propriety. "We're not done baby, not yet" he kept saying. "Suck it!!" "No, we're not done with you boy" he said, as this pair of large firm hands from behind went inside my waist band and spread my ass cheeks, and then pushed my pants and underwear farther down. I tried to turn but I was so into it I couldn't look up. Before I knew it my boss was on his knees too and was pressing his sweaty uncut dick up my ass and making me yelp each time his balls slapped against me. He had opened his dress shirt and was rubbing his hairy chest and tits against my back. I was covered in sweat. The security guard dumped his load all over the front of me and even hit the boss on the side of his face. "No boy we're not done" the boss kept saying as I shot off on the floor as I tasted my cum facial and he pulled me closer to him.