Cubicle CasanovaAuthor(s): Jamie Freeman
(Available in epub, mobi, and pdf)
Publication Date: April 1, 2014
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Genres: Bisexual, Contemporary, Erotica, Gay, GLBT, Humor
Tags: Desk Job, m/m, m/m/m, Short Story, workplace
When it was over I collapsed backward and was beginning to disembark when I heard the doorknob click. I dove under the desk and saw him pull his shirt closed over the sticky mess I’d made in the lowlands between his stony pecs. He pushed his chair forward and I heard Carol’s voice from the doorway.
“Honey, are you okay?”
The Torch’s pants were down around his ankles. I was stuck in the space between his big hairy legs smelling smegma, lube, sweat and the fearful stink of a cornered husband. His long, snakelike cock was draped on the pleather seat of his chair, sleeping between his legs and drooling like a toothless octogenarian. I shifted around in the confined space and then snaked my hand up to stroke his cock.
“…after work if you want to,” he was saying. “I…uh…um…”
I moved forward, pushing his legs aside and letting the snake slide between my lips.
“Gary, just spit it out,” she said. Hand to God, those were her exact words.
He coughed and said something about having a phone conference.
“Well you better button up your shirt, honey. A man who dresses like a professional…”
“…is a professional.” He finished the sentence and they exchanged interminable good-byes and I-love-yous and have-a-blessed-days. When I heard the doorknob click shut again, he reached down and grabbed my head, shoving himself inside me until he was knocking my uvula around like a piñata. When he finally came, he made that same damn groaning noise and I half expected the door to be flung open again, this time by paramedics called by some overzealous passerby, but nothing happened. He deposited half a gallon of spooge down my gullet then reeled in his cock. “That was totally insane, Jason. We have to stop doing this,” he said. “When can I see you again?”
It was probably just as well he got my name wrong. He figured it out later, but by then he’d already grown accustomed to whispering “Jason, fuck me harder,” or conversely, “Jason, take me all the way inside, baby,” that it was easier just to stick with the misnomer. Makes me no nevermind. So when we meet up for our periodic closet or bathroom or office quickies, he always calls me Jason.
Yeah. And so now you’re probably thinking: Hey wait, didn’t he say the thing with the Torch was ancient history?
Yeah, I said that.
Screw you, gentle reader; I lied.
Erotic Stories of Naughty Business
Edited by D.M. Atkins, Lon Sarver, James L. Wolf, Rylan Hunter & Kel Draves
There are certain things you don’t do at work—or at least, you don’t admit to doing them. The boss is one, the cutie from advertising is another. Desk Job: Erotic Stories of Naughty Business is a collection of tales about on-the-job experience in the kind of positions you never want on your resume.
From mixing it up with the chef to being very thoroughly frisked by the security staff to that truly unforgettable office holiday party, these nine tales of erotic encounters in the workplace will leave you grateful that Human Resources is on the far side of the building.