Security Extra Tight at Local Paper

I was so excited to be back in the office for a few days. I knew when I signed on at this newspaper that I'd be away on goofy little assignments most of the time, but it was great to see co-workers' faces and have a solid desk to call my own. My laptop and me were buds ... where else would I get my on-the-road-again stroker porn ... but I just felt more grounded within the physical walls of the newspaper building.

Anyway, it was after 9 and most everyone had called it a day. I had filed my major story for the "Weekender" but still wanted to catch up on a few "housecleaning items" that I tended to let go until the last minute. I was so intent on my computer screen that when someone cleared their throat behind me, I nearly lost control of my bowels. When I turned around, I know I lost control of my jaw muscles and the portion of my brain that controls drool production because I was staring open-mouthed at one of the most breath-taking young studs I'd ever seen.

He was blond, fair with gray eyes ... my favorite ... and maybe 5' 11" but he seemed to fill up the room. He wasn't over-muscled or anything ... in fact, you'd probably describe him as slender ... but there was an intensity in his eyes and brows that just made the rest of the many-cubicled-room go out of focus.

"Sorry to startle you, sir" said a surprisingly deep voice, "but I was just making rounds and didn't recognize you as one of the regular night owls. Didn't recognize you at all, in fact."

"S'kay, um," ... I looked at his name tag hanging from a clip on the chest pocket of his form-fitting security guard uniform ... "Troy. I'm Aaron and I'm usually out and about so it's rare I spend much time at my desk." While I was talking and ogling, I reached for my messenger bag and produced my newspaper ID. He gave it a cursory look and nodded that I could put it away.

"No problem, sir. I've only been on the job three weeks so I try to stick to the policies and ask lots of questions." I, again, suggested he call me Aaron and asked him if he worked alone or as a team. He parked his left ass cheek on the corner of my desk and began telling me a bit about building security, all the while trying to look at my monitor without attracting my attention. I saw his eyes take in everything, but I leaned back a little to clear the view since I knew I kept nothing of a scandalous nature at work. When Troy's eyes dilated slightly, I remembered that earlier I had been transferring some data and had my laptop powered up. And there ... serving as an arousing background for my desktop icons ... was my favorite photo of a dark-haired twink having his ass expertly eaten by a 30-something, half-dressed police officer. Can you say "busted?"

"So, Troy," I stammered, closing my laptop with more effort than necessary, "did you train for security or is this just something you fell into?" I could feel a few beads of sweat dot my forehead, and the room was suddenly exceptionally quiet.

Troy just smiled, revealing white teeth with a few gaps and the cutest dimples to grace North America. He pawed at his shirt sleeves a bit, like he was warm too. "Actually, I'm still in college ... didn't start until I was 20. I'm studying business management and a friend mentioned the paper was looking for a part-time evening security person. The hours are great and never interfere with classes. And, so far, the people have been real nice." He moistened his lips. "Real nice."

We chatted a bit more ... he telling me he was 23, a junior, grew up about two hours north, and was sharing an apartment with two other male students ... and me revealing a bit about my job and my ambitions. After maybe 10 minutes, he excused himself to use the restroom, but he did it in a way that implied he would be back to talk a bit more. In this wing of the building, there is a set of restrooms about 30 feet past a partition and down a dead-end hallway. We call them the "Writers' Retreat." Once Troy was out of site, I quickly shut down my "sleeping" laptop and stowed it away. I also hit myself with a blast of breath spray ... why, who knows ... and settled back into logging a few photo release forms into the records system.

I really couldn't say how much time passed ... maybe 15 or 20 minutes. I actually got my head into my work pretty deep, but then I heard the out-of-place sound of running water. I stood and took a few steps toward the sound ... the dead-end hallway. As I peered around the partition wall, I could see that the men's room door was propped open and the light was on.

I knew this end of the building was deserted and that the press crew had bathrooms not 20 feet away from the press and binding area. And the cleaning crew never showed up until after midnight. Cautiously, I inched toward the open door to the increasing volume of running water. Maybe Troy left the water running accidentally, I thought ... it seemed like the only reasonable explanation. That, or the reality of Security Officer Troy was sitting on the toilet of the open handicap stall stroking his pale, thin cock!

It was beautiful ... probably seven inches long and shiny with pre-cum. He glanced at me in the doorway and nodded toward the running water faucets and the waste basket holding open the door. His hair was damp with sweat, tiny reflections played under the fluorescent lights.

"What took you so long?" Troy whispered huskily. "Mixed signals, I guess," was all I could think to say. His shirt was open and he was forcefully pinching a nipple while he whacked. His nipples were small and pale, his chest nearly hairless. I just stood there taking in his smooth, innocent appearance.

"Hey!" His voice boomed in the small space and jolted me out of my stupor. "I really want to keep this job, so I gotta get going on my rounds." His hands moved away from his tool and the thin column of flesh teetered a bit. "But I really, REALLY need you to suck this cock ... if you're interested." The smile ... sneer, actually ... that graced his face was anything but innocent.

I had the door shut and water turned off in seconds. I entered the "roomy" restroom stall and latched its door behind me. Troy looked to me, to his cock, and back to me. I was instantly on my knees inhaling security guard pecker. Troy raised off the seat a bit and lightly held my head in place as he fed me a beautiful cut dick. I worked my way from head to root quickly, licking, nipping, and gagging a little on the "back stroke." Troy's breathing was ragged and, between inhalations, he muttered how good I was and how he'd only done this kind of thing once or twice. He didn't label himself as "straight" or "gay" or "bi," just moaned and hissed as I plied all my skills.

After a few minutes of "praying to Peter" and tickling his bald sack, Troy's rod got noticeably stiffer. I was preparing to take his youthful load when he pushed me back and stood up on wobbly-though-well-defined legs ... his member exited my mouth with an audible "pop." He whirled and placed his hands against the back of the stall ... leaning over the toilet with his ass hoisted up high ... and turned his head to look at me. "Enough," he panted, "enough ... I can't take much more. Just ... just wrap that thing up and fuck me already!" And like magic, he held a condom in one trembling hand.

To be honest, I was hoping for a little reciprocal head and a taste of ass. But to be TOTALLY honest, this would do for a meet 'n' greet. I got my belt undone and my pants down past my knees. Troy slipped me the opened rubber and I took a few seconds to stroke my 8-inch stiffy to full mast before donning it. He was shifting his weight slightly from left to right ... right to left ... in anticipation. I then spit into my right hand several times and worked the bubbly fluid into Troy's hairless pink hole. It was very small and tight. With his aggressiveness, I didn't peg him for a virgin but this manpussy had not seen much action.

"Be gentle," he responded as if reading my mind. "Like I said, I've only fooled around with guys a few times."

"Troy, I'm not fooling," I severely stated, hoping I sounded rakish and experienced. I lined up my throbbing cock with his spittle-moistened hole and pushed. Troy howled but pushed back, and the head of my dick fought its way in. I paused, holding Troy's sides, stroking his ribs and hips through the open shirt. I reached down and found his prong as hard as it had been ... maybe harder. I pumped it a few times and renewed my slow thrust forward. Troy actually worked his way back over my dick, and with a low growl from us both I hit bottom.

I'd like to say I kept up an unbelievable pace, and that we switched positions, and Troy came without touching his cock. But it was an angry, fast fuck. I long-dicked his sweet hole with abandon and came in the condom. Troy roughed up his dick along the way until, with me still inside him, he dribbled a decent load into and onto the toilet. His seldom-used ass nearly crushed by dick!!

And there was no awkwardness or embarrassment afterward. We both heaved a bit until our pulse rates leveled out. I exited the stall first and tossed the condom in the trash ... give the cleaning crew something to gossip about, what the hell! As I washed my hands, Troy moved up beside me at the sinks, wiped up with a paper towel, and got his pants up and shirt closed and tucked. As we walked out of the men's room ... both presentable ... I was about to say "thanks" or feel him out about a repeat performance sometime. But before I had anything concrete in mind to say, I basically ran into him ... he had abruptly stopped and turned. I barely had my lips parted to speak when Troy said everything with a gentle kiss. After a several soulful seconds, he backed away a bit, grinned like a kid with a secret, and walked away ... around a corner and out of sight.

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