Early Morning Woodie

By jerry kellogg

Published on Feb 26, 2009

Encounters

I had to get dressed into my uniform as fast as I could, already late to clock in, my nuts heavy, I threw my underwear into my bag, I was going to stick with my sexually induced plan to keep myself aroused throughout the day in my quest to find my tormentor and his nigger slut.

As I walked toward the clock my super cried out that it was about fucking time. He said two other mail boys had called in sick from other floors and I would have to act as the gopher - go for this, go for that - throughout the day.

The first job was to deliver to the floor I thought I remembered the nigger getting off on. Yes... now I could walk the halls and seek her out. As I entered the service elevator for the first time I couldn't help myself, something made me press 112. As the elevator started up, so did my cock. I gazed the walls, filled with graffiti, drawings of naked women, men on their knees sucking cock, phone numbers scribbled. I found myself stroking off again, thinking about my other ride to the top. This elevator was faster so I stroked as I had been jacked by that guy. I saw his wedding ring again, pumping me, actually, priming me, generating nut seed.

Just before I hit the top floor, I backed up, leaned against the wall again, spread my feet wide, knees bent so I couldn't cover up if I needed to, still continuing my edge session, preying no one would be waiting to get in, yet fantasizing my tormentor would be there waiting for me, smiling knowing full well I couldn't get him out of my mind, thinking about him wanting to bring me to edge again and again. The doors opened and I was in full view, cock as hard as it could get.

Not slowing down my rhythm till the doors closed. What the fuck had I just done??? I pressed the floor I was supposed to go to in the first place but couldn't help it and got back into his rhythm of one long excruciating stroke per floor just as I had enjoyed earlier. I stopped short of cumming as I had promised myself, regained my composure, pushed my cock into my pants so my cock was pointed at the floor dripping into my uniform and exited the elevator still hard and visibly excited.

Was this package for my tormentor or his slut I wondered as I searched for them? I found the office I was looking for and pushed the door slowly, sadly seeing a young girl behind the counter, I dropped it off to the receptionist, allowing her to see what I had to offer if she wanted to see. I could make a "name for myself" here today with this new duty I schemed. I figured I would check out the stalls on this floor for a few minutes as long as I was here, see if any execs had dumped their morning wad in a urinal or on the back of a toilet door.

As I pulled on the door to the John, I heard someone ask "hey, aren't you that guy from the elevator....?? As I turned, there she was coming out of the ladies room. She stared at my unit and licked her lips again for me to see, pushing her arms together as she watched my eyes as I blatantly stared at her tits... she coyly asked if I had been thinking of her. She got right up in my face and asked if Terry had made me cum in the elevator like she wanted him to. She reached out as she looked around and fondled my nut sac, weighing them, letting me look down her top. "I think not" she whispered as she squeezed both nuts with her painted nails hard enough to make my knees buckle.

Why not go in the stall and think of her giving me a tit fuck she moaned into my ear now, licking the inside of it. She demanded I meet her right where we stood in 1 minute. She told me not to cum. She wanted me to stand at the pisser instead and jack off, and if someone walked in on me, to let him see my hard on, then zip up and leave and tell her about it. She said she had heard guys go in here to masturbate, and that some of the stalls had "glory holes", but that she didn't know if this one did or not.

I did as instructed. As I jacked I waited, turning slightly to give anyone walking in an instant view of a guy with his pants down to his ankles at the pissing trough. This was one of those long troughs that about 6 guys could stand at. I picked the middle. As I did my slow jack I looked toward the toilets and saw this was the place she had heard of. There was a huge hole in the stall wall. A deep voice groaned as an eye appeared and it begged me to put on a show. I had to stop jacking off or I was going to cum right them and there. I grabbed my nutsac and pulled as hard as I could to stop the flow of sperm, and just faced the hole, hoping to see a finger beckoning me into his hole. Instead the eye disappeared and I got a cock poking through the hole in the wall into the public part of the toilet. Prelubed, slimy, dripping, uncut. He said he needed to cum if I wasn't going to. I hobbled over, still holding my nuts and I grabbed it with my fist against the wall. What a feeling, a hard cock in my hand for the first time. I was hooked. I wanted to squeeze and feel the juice as the shaft spasmed, as the rod shaft strained to rise vertical as it shot off. It only took about a dozen strokes and he started to cum. Just as his cock thickened the head got real shiny and purple; the door to the bathroom opened, I turned my head and stared into her eyes, without letting go of the shaft, or breaking stride. I felt the jizz shoot. It was the hot lil nigger bitch peeking in to see me jerking a cum spurting cock. I was standing so she could see my profile and my cock bobbed and leaked cum to into the urinal. OMfucking GOD, she moaned in a deep and sexy voice.....

"good boy, do it baby, milk him, he's one of mine too. Look at me while you drain his cock, look at my tits and my cunt baby, look at me and remember me when you touch your cock again and are all alone, and don't you dare fucking cum until I tell you to", as she slipped out the door. I still hadn't pissed, was hard as a rock and knew my boss would be looking for me when I walked back into the mail room. The guy inside the stall told me to leave quickly, and never come back to the restroom again. As I left the bathroom sweating, she was gone.

Fuck I moaned, as I rode the elevator I looked at my watch, it still wasn't even 9:00, and I was so on edge.

Just as I opened the door to the mail room I noticed a huge wad of cum on my pant leg, and another that covered the width of my shoe.

Get over here now!!!! Where the hell have you been, jackin off all morning???? I got another envelope for you to deliver boy.

Is this any good? Did you get hard? Do you want him to cum? Did you dump a load for him? Do you want to make him cum? I wanna jack off as I read your thoughts. MAKE ME CUM and I'll write more....

letsjackoff@gmail.com

Next: Chapter 4


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