Working From Home
I'm working from home. Ben and I are working together, funny, we never get to work together at work, it took self isolating to come together.
Since we share fluids often we figured we can hang together.
Two laptops, four screens, two good looking lawyers in their undies, ladies on work web meetings take note. Ha ha. Got to be careful when we have web meetings, neither one of us wants to be one of those internet incidents.
"Gay man's boyfriend accidentally gives the internet a show."
You know like the chick with the husband in his grey undies, or even the executive in Thailand with the kids, to a lesser extent.
Ha ha, no thanks.
“Why does it have to be me in my undies?” said Ben.
“I’m the one telling the story, that’s why.”
“It could be a journey of self discovery instead,” said Ben.
“We could go viral?”
“You mean vile…”
“All the world seeing your…”
“Oh, could you imagine?”
We pull on t-shirts and chat away in just our jocks. We’ve got to be careful going into winter that we don’t sit there and shiver, ha ha, or stand up to get something, which is more likely to happen. So, it is now strictly track pants and t-shirts when having meetings with department colleagues, or partners, we just couldn’t get away with it like newsreaders, or panellists on The Project.
We’re sitting with our backs against the couch with our laptops side by side on the coffee table.
“You wanna know why you are in your undies, do you Mr Harper?”
“Yes, I do, Mr Grant?”
I lean over and I slide my hand down the front of Ben’s jocks. I’ve got his rapidly expanding penis in the palm of my hand as I squeeze his nuts with my fingers.
“This is why?”
Ben moans.
I have a handful of his nuts as his hard cock rubs against my wrist.
I slide my hand up his shaft and wrap my hand around his knob, he is hard like steel now, and thick like biggest, fattest banana. Ben has a beautiful cock.
I lean over and drop a huge gob full of spit down on his knob, sliding my hand up and over the fluid massaging the head of his cock with a really firm grip.
“Oh fuck yeah,” says Ben. He wraps his hand around the base of his cock which makes it stand straight up like an iron bar. “That feels amazing.”
I lean over and drop more saliva down on his throbbing penis, making it all shiny and wet. I am rubbing his cock head long and slow, but with a relentlessly hard grip.
“Oh, Jesus fuck, that is amazing,” says Ben.
I slide my hand all the way down his shaft to meet his hand at the base, I have a grip like iron.
“You don’t know what you are doing to me,” says Ben. His teeth chatter together.
“I know what I’m doing to you,” I say low and sexy. “I am going to make you cum right here and now.”
“You are going to make me cum,” Ben gasps.
His cock is even bigger and harder than it was moments ago. His legs shake.
“Show me your beautiful cum, handsome.”
“I’m going to show you my cum,” Ben almost swallows his words as he says them.
“Show me your white fluid,” I say. “Show me how much you have.”
Ben’s legs are bent. My hand is rubbing up and down his thick, massive shaft. We are both staring at his rock hard dick. He puts his hand on mine. “You are going to make me…” His throat gags.
“Come on baby.”
He starts to shake. He tries to say something but his voice fails. His legs shake violently. His massive cock erupts in a volcano of white fluid.
“OH… AH!” He shoots cum out his cock. “OH… FUCK…. AH!” He shoots more cum out of his magnificent cock. “Oh… AH…FUUUUCK!” He tries to take his cock out of my hand, but I don’t let him. My hand pumps his cock furiously. “OH… FUCK!” He cums again. He is shaking and gaging, and shooting spoof, and shaking, and gagging and blowing more cum out of him. “Ohhhh, ahhhh, fuck me.”
He stops cumming, he goes all floppy. His rapidly shrinking cock is still in my cum soaked hand. He lets his head fall back onto the couch. His chest is still heaving. His cock is now small and slimy in my hand.
He moans contentedly.
I squeeze his cock, he jumps.
Since we share fluids often we figured we can hang together.
Two laptops, four screens, two good looking lawyers in their undies, ladies on work web meetings take note. Ha ha. Got to be careful when we have web meetings, neither one of us wants to be one of those internet incidents.
"Gay man's boyfriend accidentally gives the internet a show."
You know like the chick with the husband in his grey undies, or even the executive in Thailand with the kids, to a lesser extent.
Ha ha, no thanks.
“Why does it have to be me in my undies?” said Ben.
“I’m the one telling the story, that’s why.”
“It could be a journey of self discovery instead,” said Ben.
“We could go viral?”
“You mean vile…”
“All the world seeing your…”
“Oh, could you imagine?”
We pull on t-shirts and chat away in just our jocks. We’ve got to be careful going into winter that we don’t sit there and shiver, ha ha, or stand up to get something, which is more likely to happen. So, it is now strictly track pants and t-shirts when having meetings with department colleagues, or partners, we just couldn’t get away with it like newsreaders, or panellists on The Project.
We’re sitting with our backs against the couch with our laptops side by side on the coffee table.
“You wanna know why you are in your undies, do you Mr Harper?”
“Yes, I do, Mr Grant?”
I lean over and I slide my hand down the front of Ben’s jocks. I’ve got his rapidly expanding penis in the palm of my hand as I squeeze his nuts with my fingers.
“This is why?”
Ben moans.
I have a handful of his nuts as his hard cock rubs against my wrist.
I slide my hand up his shaft and wrap my hand around his knob, he is hard like steel now, and thick like biggest, fattest banana. Ben has a beautiful cock.
I lean over and drop a huge gob full of spit down on his knob, sliding my hand up and over the fluid massaging the head of his cock with a really firm grip.
“Oh fuck yeah,” says Ben. He wraps his hand around the base of his cock which makes it stand straight up like an iron bar. “That feels amazing.”
I lean over and drop more saliva down on his throbbing penis, making it all shiny and wet. I am rubbing his cock head long and slow, but with a relentlessly hard grip.
“Oh, Jesus fuck, that is amazing,” says Ben.
I slide my hand all the way down his shaft to meet his hand at the base, I have a grip like iron.
“You don’t know what you are doing to me,” says Ben. His teeth chatter together.
“I know what I’m doing to you,” I say low and sexy. “I am going to make you cum right here and now.”
“You are going to make me cum,” Ben gasps.
His cock is even bigger and harder than it was moments ago. His legs shake.
“Show me your beautiful cum, handsome.”
“I’m going to show you my cum,” Ben almost swallows his words as he says them.
“Show me your white fluid,” I say. “Show me how much you have.”
Ben’s legs are bent. My hand is rubbing up and down his thick, massive shaft. We are both staring at his rock hard dick. He puts his hand on mine. “You are going to make me…” His throat gags.
“Come on baby.”
He starts to shake. He tries to say something but his voice fails. His legs shake violently. His massive cock erupts in a volcano of white fluid.
“OH… AH!” He shoots cum out his cock. “OH… FUCK…. AH!” He shoots more cum out of his magnificent cock. “Oh… AH…FUUUUCK!” He tries to take his cock out of my hand, but I don’t let him. My hand pumps his cock furiously. “OH… FUCK!” He cums again. He is shaking and gaging, and shooting spoof, and shaking, and gagging and blowing more cum out of him. “Ohhhh, ahhhh, fuck me.”
He stops cumming, he goes all floppy. His rapidly shrinking cock is still in my cum soaked hand. He lets his head fall back onto the couch. His chest is still heaving. His cock is now small and slimy in my hand.
He moans contentedly.
I squeeze his cock, he jumps.
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