Taylor let out a muffled moan as he palmed himself through his tight pants. It was a Thursday morning and he was sitting in his office in front of his computer, watching some old security footage. Just... they weren't simple footage. They displayed Kirk, the new bizarre grocery store assistant manager, busy peeling a banana and, well... licking it. Taylor watched the screen as he wrapped his lips around the tip and pushed half of the fruit inside his mouth, sucking it hard.
"Oh, fuck..." Taylor moaned softly, his cock twitching hard inside the restrictive fabric. Without taking his eyes off of the computer screen, he reached down and hastily unzipped his pants, sliding his hand inside his boxers. He felt the warmth and hardness of his manhood and soon pulled it out. It was a nice cock. 6,5 inches long and quite thick, surrounded by gray bushy pubes.
Still watching the footage, Taylor grabbed his cock by the base and began working his hand over the pulsating length. It felt so good. He kept stroking himself at a steady rhythm, eventually putting more pressure around the shift as Kirk shifted more of the banana deep in his mouth. His grip tightened and he drew a breath. It was too much. Overwhelmed, Taylor closed his eyes and pictured the assistant manager on his knees, sucking on his cock instead of the banana. He could almost hear Kirk's gagging as he fucked his mouth rough and deep, lots of saliva dripping down his face...
Taylor couldn't hold back another whimper. He could already feel what would have been an explosive orgasm building up and knew he couldn't hold out much longer. He was so close... His hand was pumping fast, tighter over the head of his cock where precum had been oozing out, and his hips were bucking erratically into his fist. It was just a matter of time before he would have erupted and then... something unexpected occurred, the office door opened. Taylor almost jumped. His eyes snapped open as he immediately turned around to see Kirk, standing there in front of him, unperturbed. He felt his face was on fire as the footage was still playing behind him. Crap.
"I-it's not what it looks like..." Taylor stuttered, his voice trembling as he tried to cover himself as best as he could. Kirk didn't react, not straight away. He just stood there and then oddly stepped into the room, closed the door behind him and turned back to Taylor, who could only gulp, his needy cock still hard in his hand. God, the atmosphere was so thick you could cut it with a knife when...
"May I help you, sir?" Kirk asked devotedly, walking over and kneeling in front of his boss. Taylor didn't even have time to say a word that Kirk had moved his hand away from his cock and replaced it with his. All he could do was lean back and relax as the assistant manager gently jerked him off, stroking along his aching shaft with his slender fingers. Holy shit... The touch felt completely different from his own. Kirk's hand was more sluggish and soft. The way he pulled up and down his length, rubbing his thumb across the tip of it and smearing the precum down the shaft... Heaven.
Taylor watched him carefully as Kirk clasped his cock in his hand and sped up his pumping, his impassive face just inches away from the swollen head. Jeez, if there was a thing Taylor would have wanted, it was those plump lips around his shaft, sucking him off... Caught up in the moment, he clumsily pushed up into Kirk's hand, trying to tap the tip of his cock against his parted lips but the assistant manager held him down. He didn't beat himself up, though. Deep down he knew there was no time left for a good blowjob. He could already feel this familiar tingling in his groin and-
"Dear, Lord! I-I'm cumming" Taylor announced with a grunt, throwing his head back. It was supposed to be a warning, but evidently, Kirk didn't seem to care since he didn't stop. His hand kept running up and down his boss's length, alternating between smoothing over the shaft and squeezing it firmly, till he felt the cock throb and 7 loads of warm, thick cum spurted out onto his face, coating his lips, his chin, his forehead. Kirk didn't bat an eye, though and kept stroking Taylor throughout his release, milking him of the last drop of his jizz. Finally, he let go of the spent cock and looked up at his boss who was panting out of breath, enjoying the last tremors of his orgasm.
"Anything else for you?" Kirk asked undaunted, wiping his sticky hand on his shirt and giving his own nipple a slight tweak. It took Taylor a minute to reply. He was still high and trying to regain his breath. Ultimately, he tilted his head and opened his mouth to speak he saw the assistant manager's face covered in his cum. His heart skipped a beat. That was such a... hot mess. He stared at Kirk for a while, dreamy-eyed, before remembering he was waiting for a fucking answer.
"No. No, thank you" Taylor said with a whisper, looking away from him. Now that the heat of the moment had passed, he was feeling a bit uncomfortable about what they had done. However, the same couldn't be said for Kirk. He serenely stood up, as nothing had happened, and headed to the door, but not before licking his lips and tasting his boss's cum. Taylor couldn't believe his eyes, the glimpse of Kirk's tongue running over his lips... Then, his eyes fell on his crotch and- Damn. His cock was hard. Again. Something took over him. "Kirk, wait. A-actually, I still need your... services"
Kirk, who already had his hand on the knob, turned around and, seeing the situation, went right back between Taylor's legs without questions. Looked like somebody was getting a blowjob in the end...