"I see we can make something of that mouth."

Bob was intently staring down at Bart when he grabbed his right hand. His mouth was freed, a trickle of saliva drooping down his chin, and his hand was slowly guided to Bob's crotch. Bart gasped quietly, feeling the erection through the fabric of Bob's pants, and started moving his fingers around the bulge, causing his heartrate to increase dangerously. Apparently the older man was enjoying this as much as he was. The feeling was new, since Bart had never done anything with another guy, yet he couldn't say he wasn't curious and eager at the same time. Knowing full well where the situation was going, he couldn't help but start rubbing Bob's erection anyway like he was on auto-pilot, and noticed the other man's breathing had become uneven. It seemed Bob was really getting off on the whole situation.

A couple of clicks reached Bart's ears and when he looked down Bob was loosening his belt.

"Get on your knees, Bart."

Bart stopped. Listening to the strict voice, he did as told, hesitantly lowering himself down to his knees. Right in front of his eyes, long fingers slowly opened the belt. Bob's erect member was released, intimidatingly large and hard, the pulsing head eager for Bart.

His mouth desperately empty and his head fuzzy, he moved closer to put the head in first, the warm feeling of flesh washing over Bart. He could feel Bob's fingers brushing his hair encouraginly, gently pushing him farther. He licked the glans and moved his lips around, enjoying the feel of it, the taste, the tip of Bob's cock. Once he was used to it, he closed his eyes and opened wide and he tried to swallow his dick whole, but the gagging sensation was too much as he chocked on the tip. He didn't pull away, however, instead trying to remember what Bob did to him the other night. He backed up a little, closing his lips around the length and slurping slightly, and moved back and forth slowly. He wrapped his tongue around the shaft just like he did earlier with Bob's thumb, although the girth was radically different, as Bob's hard cock was throbbing inside his mouth. He felt his own pants get tighter.

Fingernails were digging into his skull and pushed harder on him, a sure sign he was doing a decent job for his first time. Bob began moving his pelvis into Bart's mouth, instauring a rhythm he had to keep up with as the head started going all the way to his throat now. Bart could hear Bob's breathing get faster and felt a gargled moan escape his own throat as he struggled not to gag. Feeling light-headed due to the lack of oxygen, he let Bob pick up the pace, rubbing his own dick in response to the pleasure he was giving. The feeling was overwhelming, intense bliss coming from two opposite sides of his body, hearing Bob grunt quiely above him, and his knees starting to ache from his position on the floor. One last thrust, and his mouth started filling up with a warm sensation, the liquid shooting straight from Bob's head into his throat. He swallowed instinctively, focused on trying to keep up, until Bob pulled himself out slowly, cum still spurting out and landing on Bart's bottom lip and chin. Bob's hand was petting his hair and Bart looked up, still high from his ongoing masturbation.

"Get up."

He fumbled to his feet, his pants uncomfortably tight. Bob swiped the cum off his face with a finger and brought it into Bart's mouth. He swallowed gladly, sucking on his finger once again, licking it clean and relishing the taste.

"Lucky for you, you know how to get on my good side," Bob drawled and pulled the blond against his body into a tight embrace.

Bart was surprised by the sudden closeness of their bodies, but he didn't have time to react as his pants were quickly invaded by the older man who slipped a hand into his boxer. He let out a whimper as Bob's long slender fingers wrapped around his erection, stroking it up and down slowly, intent on relieving him of his discomfort. Needless to say, Bob's hands were always more efficient in giving him pleasure than his own.

Bob leaned his head into the crook of Bart's neck, using his other hand to pull the collar of his shirt down slightly. Bart was panting shakily, feeling Bob's hot breath tickle his revealed shoulder and his lips planting kisses from his neck down. He gasped when he felt the scraping of teeth as Bob began to suck on the skin of his shoulder, kissing him to the point of hurting. A loud moan escaped Bart's mouth, the hand in his boxer picking up the pace until his dick released what it had been holding in for what seemed like hours now. The pain of his ejaculation, coupled to the one beneath his neck, was too much for Bart who came to a shameless climax inside Bob's office.

Suddenly pulling away, Bob turned around to clean his hand off with a handkerchief and Bart was left to get a grip on all that just happened, now that the high was over. There was something so dangerously appealing about letting Bob do as he pleased, then realizing afterwards what happened, that Bart wondered if he could get addicted to it. His legs were still shaking, and before they gave way he was forcefully sat down on the guest chair by Bob.

Still in a daze and struggling to keep his eyes in focus, he looked up at the redhead standing in front of him. He was leaning over him, scrutinizing him closely with a smile on his face. Bart shook his head and blinked, trying to get his act together.

"Look at you, you're a mess," he heard Bob say, and felt the handkerchief on his face wipe the rest of semen off his lips and chin.

Before Bart could retort anything to the insult, there was a knock at the door and both men looked over in surprise.

"Come in," the director called out, hastily throwing the cum-stained tissue away.

One of the receptionists appeared in the doorway. "Oh, sorry sir."

"No, it's fine, we were done here. Please give us a moment."

The employee sheepishly closed the door, leaving the two of them alone in the office. Bob waited a few seconds before he spoke again.

"I do hope you enjoyed your little visit, because you're not coming back here."

"Oh? So you can show up at my work everyday but I can't? How's that fair?" Bart grinned, beginning to sober up with the sudden intrusion.

"You had to lie your way here, whilst I'm a simple customer!" He replied with feign shock, as though he was the most innocent man on Earth. "You can't come back without raising suspicions. It's far too risky."

The director led the way to the door and put his hand on the handle. Bart knew he had a point, surely Bob wanted to avoid questions from the library staff and didn't want to risk his position. Not to mention what just happened here was far more than just words and glances. So he didn't press the matter further and walked over to him, ready to leave.

"Don't you worry though, I'm not nearly done with you," Bob whispered before he opened the door, revealing the empty hallway. Bart's breath was caught in his throat. It had been worth it.