Our work at the agency involved quite a lot of professional socialising after hours.
Tenoch (now my new boss) asked me to attend one of these after work functions with the promise of a ride to and from the event. I obliged, secretly hoping we’d have some fun afterwards. On our way there I could sense he had the same thoughts, but we kept it professional. (By then our relationship as colleagues and newfound friends had already developed into exploring each other’s cocks, and he even persuaded me to suck him once.)
We talked shop, we mingled with strangers and familiar faces, we drank some wine and eventually decided to leave. As he had never been to my place before, I had to direct him. Naturally, being a little drunk, we missed the correct turnoff as we were fondling each other’s cocks whilst Tenoch was driving in the dark.
We pulled over at the entrance of what looked like a farm next to the road. “Suck me,” I said, not really expecting him to say yes as we were officially strictly into wanking. He smiled naughtily, opened his car door and asked me to come around to his side.
He stayed put in the driver’s seat. I stood outside, facing him. I gasped as his fingers brushed over the lump at the front of my jeans. I outright moaned as he pressed his palm firmly against my cock and squeezed it lightly. With my help he pulled down both my pants and underwear to bunch around my ankles.
It was really cold outside, but it didn’t matter as my boss was about to suck me right there in the middle of nowhere. His hand closed around my cock and he slowly began to pump it, his free hand making small work of the buttons on my shirt. My hips bucked into his grasp.
He licked the underside of my cock. He held his breath. I slowly eased my cock-head into his mouth. He licked the ridge of it, and sucked the whole knob. I started to hump into his mouth, but he wouldn’t let me. This was his blowjob, as if to say, and by the looks of it he was going to be in control. He slowly began to suck up and down my cock, easing my whole shaft in and out of his mouth. My pre-cum must have coated his mouth and throat.
He lifted his head and asked if I was close. I said yes, barely able to speak. He jacked my cock all the way to the edge of cumming, but before I could even contemplate exploding, he took my cock all the way to the hilt, into his throat.
I wanted to come badly when out of the blue the bright lights of a pick-up truck came our way. We had such a fright. We really feared being arrested for trespassing a stranger’s property and being literally caught pants down. He started the ignition. I ran to the passenger side of the car with my jeans still around my ankles. We just, just made it when the truck passed us.
Tenoch drove me home, mostly in silence. The following day he put a CD on my desk without saying a word. It was Joni Mitchell’s Night Ride Home. Up to this day I’m still not sure if he even recognised the irony. I pressed the play button: “Once in a while/ in a big blue moon/ there comes a night like this/ like some surrealist/ invented this 4th of July/ night ride home.”
