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        “Why don’t you cum you ungrateful
bitch!”

That was all it took to complete the task.  A
little dirty talk and aggression was all I needed to cum.  I was at the
tipping point of the bucket that had just overflowed.  Like a crescendo in
an opera, like a tidal wave hitting the shore.  Like a nuclear bomb
releasing its payload.  I came.

Sometimes you want to cum and you do, sometimes you
want to cum and don’t.  Sometimes you cum a little sometime you cum a
lot.  This time was something I had no control of. This was an orgasm to
mark the ages, I let out a scream that had never come out of me
before.   It came from down deep in my gut and when I screamed
everything was released.  Every inch of tension, every fear, every bad
dream, every time I had ever been angry was washed away in one swift moment of
unrelenting unapologetic ecstasy. 

Though I was done, the man fucking me was not. 
He continued his pursuit by giving me three or four more thrust, then he pulled
out and shot a load of cum all over my back.  Some of it had cleared me
entirely and I watched it hit the tree.  Everybody stopped moving and
there was an awkward silence, however I was exhausted, exhilarated, being
completely and utterly satisfied.  

If you would have asked me in the morning if I was
expecting this to be the end of my day I would surely tell you that you are
crazy.  Yet if you were to ask me now if this is something I would want to
do again, I would say yes.  I now live my life without regrets, as the
passing of the days go so fast. 
       
        I left that forest that day, none
the wiser and better for it still. 

Long and Hard

Mr. Penatone has never been with a man before. He has
an employee that works directly under him that makes him so
fraught with
desire
, he can barely contain himself.  Mr. Penatone always gets what
he wants, and now he is about to tell his
dirty little secret
to Rich.

One night after hours, Mr. Penatone calls Rich up to
the upper offices.  They find themselves completely alone. Rich is fearful
that Mr. Penatone has called him up to fire him, but the reality is he has
called him up to
pleasure him
.

Rich is about to find out that even the rich are slaves
to their desires. Will he oblige his boss? One thing is for sure, things
between them will never be the same.

This book is a work of fiction, any resemblance to
actual persons living or dead or actual events is entirely
coincidental.   Any names, characters, places, businesses and events
are strictly from the imagination of the author.

Copyright
 2015

My heart was beat rapidly as I walked to
my boss's office. It was late in the evening, and most everyone had left
already except the skeleton crew. I'd stayed late to finish inputting some
files into the computer, then had gotten distracted with another project.
Before I'd known it, an hour had passed and I was still glued to my computer
trying to finish things up.

        A voice had jolted me out of my
work, and it was one I was getting to know well. He was always calling me up to
his office for small things, like getting him coffee or filing some things
away.
        "Rich, you're still here?"
It was my boss, Silvio Penatone.

I'd tapped the button lightly to
respond. "Yes sir, Mr. Penatone. I got caught up." 
For the
umpteenth time, 
I added silently.

"Why don't you finish what you're
doing and meet me in my office?" It didn't actually sound like a request,
and suddenly I felt worried. What could he possibly want with me?

"Yes sir."

I'd grinded my teeth together and turned
my intercom off, finishing up typing a sentence in the computer before shutting
it down. I picked up my bag from under the desk and made sure to turn off all
the lights before I headed out. It wasn't often that I stayed this late at
work, but I knew the procedure by now, having been around here for a few years
now.

It was almost eerie how silent
everything was. It was times like these when I thought about how cold the world
was.  I was not sure I was about to get fired from this job, but if I did,
no one would know.  Nor would anyone really care.  We live in a
society that all they can do is think of themselves.  It isn’t their
fault, it is just life is so hard, so expensive all you can do is think of your
own.  The hum of computers on my floor did little to lessen the feeling,
though their soft sound was a familiar and somehow a comfort to me. 

I arrived at the elevator, which I
stepped into and pressed the button for the upper offices, there was very few
reasons to be up there. For someone like me, none of them were good ones. As I
watched the numbers move steadily up, butterflies began parading through my
stomach and all sorts of awful thoughts wandered through my head. 

What if he's calling me up to chew me
out? Or fire me? 
I tried to calm myself down. 
He calls you up all the time. Why
would he fire you now?

        All too soon the doors opened, and
there was only a long hallway and a door between me and the man I worked for. I
straightened my shirt and adjusted my tie to be sure that there would be
nothing he could find fault in. I strode down the hall, fussing with the front
of my shirt so it sat just right. Finally I arrived at the door, but I paused
to check my hair in a window. Since it was dark outside it was easier to see
myself reflected in the clear, glassy surface. I made sure no brown strands
were out of place and swept it over to look as good as I thought it could.
Pausing, I took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

"Come in," a male voice
beckoned from the office. I opened the door to see my boss perched on the front
of his desk. "I'm glad you could make it up to my office, Rich. Is anyone
else here?"

My cheeks flushed as I took in his crisp
white shirt, khaki slacks, and loosened tie. Mr. Penatone's blonde hair was
attractively ruffled, and his dark brown eyes watched me calmly, but with a
predatory air as I closed the door behind me. His muscular frame was coiled
like a jungle cat about to pounce, but his smile spoke of ease. For as long as
I could remember I'd been very attracted to my boss, but as far as I knew I was
only an errand boy to him. He had Mediterranean blood, Italian to be more
specific.  I had heard him speak of Rome with a great fondness and always
cheered for Italy in the World Cup.  It made me want to cheer for Italy
too.

"J-Just the night crew coming in to
clean," I confessed, remaining by the door.

Mr. Penatone's office was always
tastefully decorated in cherry wood and other dark masculine tones. The
cushions of the seats in front of his desk were a deep navy blue, and all the
pictures had black or gold frames. File cabinets lined one wall, and those I
was very familiar with, having organized them many times.

Mr. Penatone beckoned to me with one
finger. "Come here, Rich. I won't bite. I was just wondering what made you
stay here so late. It's not often that my employees go above and beyond like
this."

For a moment I hesitated, then obeyed,
striding up to the desk in the middle of his gorgeous office. The windows gave
a stunning view of the city below, but that's not what my gaze was focused on.
Mr. Penatone moved behind his desk and sat down in the seat, gesturing for me
to take one of the other chairs facing him. I did so, biting my lip.

        "May I ask you something, Mr.
Penatone?”

"Of course, Rich."

"You're not going to fire me, are
you?"

He looked surprised, then burst into
laughter. "Fire you? Heavens, what gave you that idea?"

I was distracted by how handsome his
face looked when he started laughing. "I-I just..." 
Dang it
man, pull yourself together! 
"I suppose I was just startled when
you called me up here this late. I thought everyone but the night crew had gone
home."

He quieted, but his eyes still sparkled
with mirth. "Am I really that terrifying?"

"Oh no, that wasn't what I meant at
all!" Mentally I kicked myself.

Holding up one hand, he stopped my
pathetic spluttering. "I actually wanted to compliment you, Rich."

"Really?" I was surprised.

Nodding in affirmation, he picked up a
pen on his desk and began twirling it between his fingers.

"In fact, I've been watching you
for quite some time and have been very impressed with your performance around
the workplace."

I flushed a little with pride at his
words. "Well, I just do what I can."

He stood, walking around his desk to
come and face me. "It's not just that, Rich."

Blinking, I glanced up at him. What else
could there be? He continued his thought, tugging his tie loose until it was
only draped around his neck. "You come in early, you stay late, and you're
always on top of things. You're the one I can depend on when things get
stressful."

Biting my lip, I felt myself glow with
pride. Mr. Penatone leaned over my chair, his eyes intense. I shrank back a
little, surprised that he was invading my personal space like this. "But
it goes even deeper than that, Rich."

How much deeper could it... oh. Oh
my. 
I'm
sure my cheeks were completely red. "Mr. Penatone, I--"

"Shh." He placed a finger
against my lips. "I've admired you from the day you started working here,
Rich. Your gorgeous body has almost driven me to distraction on several
occasions."

Uh... he's joking, right? How could
anyone think my stringy body is attractive? 
But he continued on. "Do you
remember the day you received roses from a mysterious admirer?"

I did! I had been gearing up for a
miserable Valentine’s day spent all alone in the confines of my home, but when
I'd gotten to work there had been two dozen roses sitting in a crystal vase
waiting for me. The only thing the card had said was; 
From
an admirer.

 
"That was you?"

He cupped my chin. "It was, Rich.
Does that bother you?"

"N-no." I stammered. 
This
has to be a dream, this has to be a dream...
He tugged his tie off, setting
it behind him on his desk.

"I've been waiting for this.
Waiting for a time when I could get you alone and...
get
acquainted better."

I was severely torn between wanting to
flee and wanting to throw myself at him. This was a scene straight out of one
of my guilty dreams, but when I bit the inside of my cheek I knew that I was
awake, and it was really happening. I never would have expected someone like
him to be gay. The questions was, was he gay?

"Get acquainted?" I managed to
squeak.

He leaned in until our lips were nearly
touching. His voice was husky with lust.

"Very well acquainted."

Unable to help myself, I dug my nails
into the arm of the chair and closed those last few centimeters between us. For
a moment Mr. Penatone seemed surprised at my forwardness, but I felt him smirk
against my lips before he took over the kiss, pressing me back against the
cushy seat. His lips were firm and commanding against mine, just like I'd
always thought they'd feel. He was demanding with me, nudging my lips open with
his tongue, and soon he was on top of me, and we were making out like two horny
teens in the back seat of a car.

Mr. Penatone was the first to pull back.
"I must tell you, I have never been with a man before, but you bring that
out of me."

I was too stunned to respond, but before
I knew it he yanked off my shirt. One of his hands crept up my thighs to toy
with my cock. Gasping in shock, I pulled back before he kissed me again. His
eyes were dark with lust, and butterflies swarmed in my stomach.

"Let me take you, Rich."

"M-Mr. Penatone!" I couldn't
help my surprise. 

"Call me Silvio when we're alone
like this."

"Mr. Penatone," I repeated
firmly. "Don't you think we're moving a little fast here?"

He stepped back, unbuttoning his shirt.

"Not at all. We're two consenting
adults, and you certainly kissed me like you wanted something more." My
face flamed as he smirked. "We can stop now if you like, but I don’t think
you want to."

"I--" 

Shaking his head, he shushed me with a
kiss. I was forced back in the chair as he leaned over me, one hand braced on
the back of my chair and the other climbing its way back up between my legs. As
if of their own accord my thighs parted for him, and he began to stroke one
finger over my cock. I moaned in pleased surprise at the sensations he evoked
with this action, and felt myself begin to get much harder.

Mr. Penatone continued to kiss me, one
of his hands loosening the hair tie on my braid so that his fingers could comb
through the strands. I sighed softly at the feeling, enjoying the gentle way he
massaged my scalp as his finger continued to stroke my cock outside my pants.
Little by little all of my muscles relaxed, and I found myself enjoying his
attentions fully. Feeling daring, I slipped my arms around his neck and pulled
him even closer to me. Encouraged by my actions, he grew bolder, tugging my
pants and underwear down my thighs and slipping now stroking my bare cock.
Since my ankles were trapped by my underwear, I found myself in an odd position
and completely at his mercy

"You're so hot." he murmured
in my ear, finding my balls and playing with them.

I inhaled sharply as little shivers of
pleasure skittered down my back and legs. He continued his attentions to my
most private area. My eyes closed, and my head dropped against the backrest of
the chair as I let the sensation of his hands on me relax the tension from the
day. Ever so gently his fingers stroked along my outer lips, tugging on them
and teasing them. Gradually he slipped off my underwear without me even
noticing until he spread my legs wide and began kissing and nipping along my
inner thighs. My eyes flew open as I felt his tongue flick across the head of
my cock, and I gasped in shock.