In addition to being my dirty little shower slut, he’s actually really, really good at his job, and he’s only gotten better since his promotion. We have several cantankerous sorts that visit the gym, and I know it’s because ours is the only place where they feel they can be themselves, even if they are a little rough around the edges. My favorites are the ones that make him blush, because it brings out the color of his eyes.
So yeah, we’ve given each other handies about a dozen times, sometimes moving to more adventurous things, like a little prostate action (his prostate, never mine), but he still seems jittery, kinda vulnerable, so I go slow with him.I feel sometimes like we’re boxers, circling each other, not fully committed to landing a punch.
I walk into the shower this morning, and he’s washing his hair, his position showcasing his lean form and cute little ass. He’s definitely been working out, and the slightest hint of muscle definition is showing up under the light hair on his stomach and arms, especially his forearms and hands, which have taken on a slightly more masculine, corded look. Fuck, I have a thing for his talented hands, and the extra calluses only add to my enjoyment. He’s also put on a little weight, which was sorely needed. He did get some newer (but not new) non-work clothes. Not my favorite, but I know he’s economizing.Part of me wants to tell him to cut his hair, but I can’t say that I actually mind it.
Since he startles so easily, I tap my crutch on the entryway twice. He opens his eyes, smiling, and I waste no time in making my way to him, hanging my brace on the showerhead while I pull him into me with a hard kiss, netting an adorable squeak out of his lips.
“You sleep well?”
He looks up at me, dark smudges under his eyes, and I already know. You’d think with all of the orgasms he’d be able to sleep better, but maybe he needs a top off before he goes home. I’d certainly be up for the job.
“Not really, but no worse than usual.” He punctuates this with a sweet kiss to my lips, then trails kisses down my jaw, down my neck… unh, finally landing on a nipple. God, this kid’s got a talented tongue. He pulls the nipple into his mouth, applying a soft, sucking pressure before grazing it with his teeth.
“Ouch!” I playfully smack his ass, knowing he likes that.
“Serves you right.” He challenges me with his eyes. Game on. I tickle my fingers along the skin over his ribs, which I know is super sensitive, and he lets out another squeak, then starts laughing uncontrollably. Seeing his body all bowed up with tension, waiting for my next ticklish move while giggling and shrieking, sets me off. I start laughing, and pretty soon we’re both nearly falling over each other, hysterical as all get out.
After a few moments of ridiculousness, we’re breathing heavily and staring at each other, the mood going from playful to fucking dirty in two seconds flat. He stands up on his tiptoes, and I meet him halfway for a kiss that I feel in my balls. His lips are soft and sweet, but his intent is pure filth. I reach for his junk, and he bats my hand away. Smirking, he goes to his knees. I inhale on a whistle as his hot mouth surrounds the head of my cock.
Fucking finally.
He moans as he takes his time with the head, licking and sucking at the flared ridge, teasing me till I almost shove his head down and make him take it all. He pulls back, arching an eyebrow at me as though he can read my thoughts. He grabs hold of my cock, stroking it up and down as he takes one of my balls into his mouth and sucks all reason out of my mind. Fuuuuck, feels awesome. He licks and sucks at the other ball, just as good, making sure both get an equal amount of love, then in one swift motion takes my entire cock into his mouth. I’m not a small guy, you understand, but Elijah swallows it down like it’s a gherkin. When I feel his throat work the head he’d been teasing for several minutes, I nearly come right there. I only hold off because, fuck it, this is the best blow job I’ve ever had, and I don’t want it to end.
He rolls my balls and presses a finger into my taint, which is just another fucking layer of amazing. He knocks at my back door with a quick tap-tap of his fingertip, but I shift back and grunt. “Exit only.”
He pulls back on a pop and nails me with those icy blues. “Your loss.” He shrugs and goes back to blowing my mind, practically pulling my brain out through the head of my cock. I swear, if he asks for my bank account numbers, I’m giving them to him.
Switching it up again, he grabs onto both ass cheeks and shoves himself even farther down along my cock, again with the swallowing motion at the throat, and this time I don’t have it in me to hold back. My balls tighten almost painfully, and electricity races along my skin where the water pounding down on us dances along my nervous system. I stifle a shout and come in a torrent down his throat; the whole time he’s just swallowing my head and my cum, taking me apart. I grab my brace and lean against it, no longer able to keep myself upright.
He pulls back again and licks my dick clean, then angles a devil smirk in my direction.
“Elijah, fuck. You’ve been holding out on me. We should’ve been doing this the whole time.”
His voice is a little rough, but he fires right back at me. “Oh yeah? Well then, are you going to return the favor?”
I grumble under my breath and take his arm. “Stand up, you little brat.”
He does as asked, and I kiss him voraciously, licking my tongue through his mouth, tasting the sweetness of his minty toothpaste and the sharpness of my cum, pressing his body against mine tight. This morning I need every inch of him against every inch of me, it seems. We kiss like that for several more minutes, my brain completely sidetracked.
Finally, he pulls back, gasping for breath. “Holy shit, I guess I should’ve given you a blow job earlier.”
I card my fingers through his hair. “Yes, you should have.”
With that I take my turn on my knee and swallow him down to the root. Unlike him, I actually do have a gag reflex and overestimate how much of his disproportionately large cock I can actually take into my mouth.
He grabs a hank of my hair and pulls me off him. “It’s not a competition, silly. Besides, I don’t like it when guys gag.”
I look up at him, expecting a smirky little self-satisfied smile, but he’s got concern in his eyes. I fist him at the root, moving my hand up and down in time with my mouth, and he smiles and leans his head back. Elijah doesn’t last long, he’s already so turned on. With four or five good strokes, he’s coming hard down my throat, body bent over mine.
Fuck, that’s satisfying. I pull him up into a kiss, almost losing my balance until his strong, sure hands hold me in place. We kiss like that for several lost moments, and I tuck his perfect little body into mine, just because it feels good.
I want so badly to move on from the shower and drag him into my bed, half because Isoneed to get up this guy’s ass, and half because I just want to hold him a little longer.
Yeah… I’m not just fucking my employee. I’m falling for him.
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Elijah
