Wanking your boss
I worked for a company at a coastal town in South Africa and as part of my contract work, was working and selling products at agricultural shows. We did primarily Windhoek, Pietermaritzburg and the rand show. This would entail weeks together, driving for days at a time and long hours at the shows.
Two married men together you eventually discuss everything and anything. We were staying in a cottage for the duration of the show and the two beds were in one room. The rest was an open plan kitchen and living area.
It was late around 11pm and we had had a long day, sales were good and we were energized. I did not feel like sleeping so we were idly chatting. He said he felt like a wank and would I mind, “of course not,” my reply. He threw the covers back on his bed he was wearing underpants in bed, and his bulge was very evident, I guess around 9inches. He was a big man in any case bigger than me so about six foot three, but his bulge was big and when he released his cock nice and thick, with a strong muscle and it was bobbing on its own. His head was red and full his shaft had a slight curve. His hand released his underpants and went to his cock. He took two fingers and started to rub his foreskin up and down while his cock bobbed and throbbed.
The base of his cock was thick and it tapered to the head. A really good looking cock. “Would you like a massage with that?” I asked. I had massaged his back and shoulders before especially after long drives.
Without hesitation he said, “Sure.”
I climbed from my bed naked my cock was getting hard, so I said to him to roll over. He climbed out of bed and replaced the covers and lay face down. I told him to remove his underpants which he did with a bit of a struggle. There was some hand cream on the night stand going to different places your skin could dry out.
I sat next to him on the bed and gently applied some of the cream to his back, it was cold so he flinched a bit, but I started to work it into his broad back slowly in small circles and then with my fingers into his shoulder muscles, down his spine and then over his buttocks and down his substantial well-muscled legs. I worked into his hands and fingers and he sighed with pleasure.
I told him to turn over, he did not hesitate. I started with his neck he closed his eyes, I could see he did not know, what to expect. I worked my way down his body, down and up his legs not touching his cock as it lay stiff and hard with drops of re cum glistening and sticking to his stomach.
I poured some of the cream in my hand and when I had created some anticipation as he waited for what’s next, I lay my creamed filled hands on his pubic hair and then slid under his balls, and as he gasped I slid my hand along his shaft and twisted his foreskin and head with a sharp quick twist. He shuddered and his stomach muscle hardened as he bent a little forward. His eyes opened and he closed them.
I played with his cock in every way imaginable, his balls, his hair, his head, I rubbed his head lips. I ran my finger under his cap. Every time I could feel he was about to come, I moved to his stomach and nipples or his legs so it reduced his cum reaction.
He was gasping and breathing heavily, his pre-cum I used, to rub into his head and treated the lips of his head with my finger gently opening them and closing and then down his shaft and up again. I decided it was time for him to cum, and cupped one hand under his balls and ran my finger up and down the shaft close to his anus and my other hand, I grabbed in my hand fingers curled along his shaft, his head peeking out I jerked his cock and at the top of my hand motion, I twisted his foreskin and then down, repeating the motion slowly and then faster and faster until I could feel the spasm starting in the muscle of his cock and I could feel the fluid moving in his cock. His orgasm was that of a man that had not had sex for a while. He shot onto the pillow next to him and all across his chest and then a few globs of white and clear squeezed from his cock like tooth paste. He was rigid his eyes tightly closed as he rode the orgasms.
I continued as his cock began to get limp, he was jerking and saying no, he didn’t know where to put has hands, as the sensations poured through him. I told him relax and enjoy it. I moved to his chest and his body slowly while he relaxed and before he knew it I had him hard again. I played with his balls and smeared his cum all over his cock. I pushed the blood gently into his cap so it was full and red, and this time jerked him with downward strokes.
I pushed him to cum, he was quite spent and only small amounts of thick white cum, pumped from his cock. With a final twist I ended his session.
I left him and went to the bathroom to wash my hands and collect some tissues. Back in my bed, he went to the bathroom and washed off. Back in his bed he was quite for a long time then said to me, “that’s the best sex I have ever had, I never knew it was possible.”
I laughed a knowing laugh bringing myself to climax under the sheets, an intense long orgasm and thick blobs of cum into my tissue. I felt great I always do after wanking off a man. He was snoring in no time.
He continued to allow me to pleasure him and phones every now and again, to say my hands were still the best sex he has ever had.