Student Employee Appreciation

I work for a medium size university in the Midwest in one of the student service offices on campus. It is generally a decent job, though it can be very stressful during peak times. However, the biggest perk is being near all the young college boys on campus. Talk about keeping you feeling young at 30.... Never a day goes by without my mentally undressing some young, precocious lad that wandered into the offices where I work. One of the major objects of my affection was named John, an Army ROTC guy with an engineering major, who worked as one of our student employees in the office. Part Asian, part American Indian, all built, in a sturdy frame of tight muscle. Not particularly tall, though perhaps a couple of inches higher than my 5' 8" frame, he was clean cut, with a squarish jaw, an easy smile, and a quick wit. Often he would come into the office with running shorts or sweatpants on, as he would always jog in the morning at the campus' recreation facility. It was a heavenly sight, watching him bending over doing the office filing in his musky gym gear, while I pretended to have some earnest problem with the fax machine or copier so I could stay and watch that fine physique. An entire year of lustful fantasies drew to a close, and John went off to Ranger training during the summer. When he returned for his senior year, he looked even more delectable. I knew from brief conversations we had that he had a steady girlfriend, and no amount of copious looks I gave him would result in me getting him successfully into bed. However, logic rarely plays a part in lust, so I took my moments of dull conversation, and brief touches of flesh over file folders in stride. While it was no secret in our office that I was gay, it never entered any of our conversations. That Halloween our office decided to have a costume party. Most of the costumes were pretty lame, but being the femme-bot perfectionist that I am, I came in high whore drag, with a wig so high Jesus could touch it, and five inch stillettos. John came as a boy scout. We were a laugh out loud couple, and the top vote getters in the "best dressed" category. How could I do anything less than grope his ass as our picture was being taken by our delighted co-workers? I guess something bonded between us that day, as John always made a point of coming into my office to talk to me after that. Of course, I reveled in the bits of attention, and grew more bold in my flirting with him. Usually he would just shake his head and laugh me off, or call me something ridiculous like "sissy boy," his pet phrase for me. Occasionally he would obviously flirt back, but always retreated from my office soon thereafter. That March, during student employee appreciation week, an unexpected ice storm hit and few regular employees or student workers made it into the office as conditions were terrible, though both John, who lived on campus, and I, who lived close by, made it in. The president, in a rare move, decided to close the entire campus down early that day. By 1 p.m. only myself, John, and the director of our department were left in our area. I was getting a bit anxious to go as the weather conditions were extremely bad, but as John was hanging in my office, what could I do but give over to my lust? I remember he was complaining about the weather, since his girlfriend, who lived several towns away, had called to cancel their date for the evening. I tried to console him by telling him that I could give him a blow job, but that then he would realize how deficient his girlfriend was. He laughed, and said "You wish." "No," I responded, "you wish." I detected a flush of red on his olive skinned face, which I was not sure was anger or flattery, but I pressed forward by saying, "Besides, I know you straight boys can't handle it." He quickly retorted with a sharp, "I'm a soldier; I'm trained to withstand all kinds of torture." "Torture? Is that what you call a blow job these days?" "It is from a sissy boy like you," he said, playfully pushing me up against the door, which slammed noisily closed. "I bet your dick doesn't think so," I replied. "My dick doesn't have a brain, it can't think," he said, averting his eyes from my lustful gaze. "Really? Well it seems to have a mind of it's own then," I said, as I drew my index finger over the growing bulge in his grey sweat shorts, "cause it seems to like what I'm doing right now." John let out a quick gasp. Though I'm still not sure whose audacity he was more surprised by, mine or his. He tried to swipe my hand away, but I pressed in more fully, feeling the growing girth of his tightening cock. "What's the matter, captain? Have I captured your privates?" I asked with an almost nasty tone to my voice. John just whimpered with desire and panic, as I gave his cock a gentle squeeze, up and down his shaft. "This doesn't feel like torture does it?" I asked him. Not wanting to admit the truth, he half smiled at me, and said, "What do you think, sissy boy?" I tightened my grip on his cock, hard enough to make him gasp. "I think you need to learn to appreciate sissy boys," I said. And with that I let go only long enough to pull his sweat pants down and drop to my knees. A look of uncertainty crossed his face, as I pressed my lips against the wet spot in his tented up briefs. "Oh shit," was all he could murmur, as my tongue flicked against the head of his cock through the tight white cotton and my hands massaged their way up his steely thighs. Slowly I pulled his underwear down to see, at long last, his nice fat dick, pointing straight in my face. I gently caressed it with my left hand as the tip of my tongue worked over the mushrooming head. I stuck the tip of my tongue into his piss slit, and slowly moved my head away so he could watch the web of precum dancing in the air between his cock and my mouth. He slid his hands though my blond hair in appreciation, egging me on for more. Obligingly I moved my face down his nice member. Like his body, it was not big, but excellently proportioned, perhaps seven inches long, and of a nice width. My mouth slicked up his rigid dick. Soon it was like a well oiled piston, and I plunged down more and more rapidly on it. Occasionally I would look up and see him gritting his teeth, trying to stay quiet, as the director of our office was only four doors down the hallway. I could taste his salty-sweet precum in my mouth, and I was sure it wouldn't be long. I teased his balls with my finger tips as I continued to suck, and played with his ball sack that was sopping wet with spit dribbling down from his cock. Suddenly he pulled my head off his cock and reached for his dick. Cupping his hand over the head, he shot a juicy wet stream into his palm, though a good deal missed and landed on the floor and even on my nearby desk. "Stand up, sissy boy," he growled in a shallow breath," I want to show you how I've come to appreciate you." Not sure what to expect, I slowly stood up to face him, still watching his cock, which was still dripping with his come and my hot saliva. Not using his hand that was still cupping his big load of cum, he reached over and tried to undo my belt, and awkwardly felt for my zipper. "Turn around," he ordered, giving me a polite shove, as my pants fell toward the floor. Next I felt him pressing close to me, as he tried tugging down my underwear. Pushing me slightly over the desk, he took his cum filled fingers and started working them into my ass. I gasped in pain at the inexperience of his fingers, and in erotic delight at the hot sticky feel of his touch. One finger slowly pressed in on my butt, then another, and finally another. I was practially prone on my desk now, as he worked his fingers in, nearly to the palm. Though only a few minutes could have passed, I could feel his still damp cock, hard again, bobbing against my leg. Finally he tugged my shoes off, threw my pants on the floor and worked his flaming dick up against my ass. I could hear him spitting on to it, as he pressed its slimy head against the rim of my butt. We both let out a intense moan as he edged his way in. Then, taking a deep breath, I worked my way back against him, shoving that cock as deep into me as I could go. "That's it fuck me, sissy boy," he said, pressing his strong hands onto my shoulders, "Work my cock over." I squeezed his cock with my ass muscles in appreciation, and then we quickly established a nice rhythm. I could feel his big balls slapping into my tight ass, as we humped madly, the desk shaking with the violent vibrations. My computer looked dangerously close to the edge. Realizing my boss was most likely still down the hall, I made him pause for a moment, and pushed him back into a chair meant for students visiting my office. Without ever getting off his cock, I was able to turn myself around, though not easily, so I was facing him in the chair. The intense look of lust in his eyes, turned me on even more, and I worked my ass muscles intently on this hot, rigid dick. I ground my butt down into the wiry stands of his fine black pubes. Sweat beads were beginning to pour down his face, and his breathing was getting increasingly shallow, so I knew he was getting close. Quickly I pressed my mouth onto his and sucked hungrily on this tongue. He reciprocated and pressed me closer to him. A moment later he let out a sharp gasp, and I could feel his hot cum flooding my insides. I could feel some of it dripping out, and I reached down and quickly grabbed some up and applied it to my throbbing dick. While I milked the last bits of his cum out of my ass I jerked off on his tight, smooth chest. The cum spraying all over in a sloppy mess. "Oh my God," he said, in a dazed fashion, as he wiped the cum into a frothy mess, and put some of his fingers into my mouth for me to suck clean. We didn't seem to move for ages, though in reality less than half an hour had passed since the beggining of our hot encounter. Finally he pulled me close to him again, his soft dick finally slipping from inside me, and kissed me gently on the mouth. "Now don't go getting soft on me, army boy," I teased. "I might be asking for your class ring." "Get off me," he said, turning his face away in embarrassment. Quickly we dressed and did our best to clean up our mess. I found a can of deodorizer in the storage closet and sprayed the room (although then it just smelled like a cum filled "ocean spray"), while John used paper towels on the most obvious stains on the chair, floor, and desk. Then we quickly gathered our things and headed outside into the bitter ice. There wasn't much conversation, but John didn't exactly run away, back to his campus apartment. In fact, he helped me scrape my windshield clean, and wished me a safe trip home. The next few weeks were awkward between us, but eventually John got over his reticence and began talking to me more freely again. A few months later he graduated. Although nothing more than some occasional flirting happened between us again, John did leave me with one last surprise: his college class ring, which he hid in my desk drawer on his last day as our student employee.