Calling in Sick And Get Cock Up The Ass 1

It had been a long, long time. Far too long, in fact, for Peter to remember the last time he'd had sex. His job had become his life, leaving very little time for anything else. Even at the weekends, his role as Call Centre Manager had a nasty habit of taking over, as whatever operational, or customer, catastrophe required his 'immediate' attention. This morning, though, he hadn't had one of those phone calls yet and was lying in bed contemplating his imposed chastity.

In the Call Centre industry Peter was way above his position for his age. At 27 he held, and held well, a post normally reserved for your mid thirty to forties type experience. His ability to combine operational need whilst helping develop staff and other managers made him hot property. This, however, was also his downfall. With all the titles, responsibility and money that these jobs brought he had no one to share it with. Ironic really since those who knew him knew he was bisexual and always claimed he was getting the best of both worlds. No such luck.

Lying there in bed he felt a wave of despair and depression wash over him. It was time, he thought, for a break. Calmly he picked up the phone and dialled his office number. Helen, his receptionist answered the phone.

"Business Direct, Good Morning" sang Helen in her usual manner.

"Helen, Good Morning. It's Peter."

"Good Morning Peter. How are you this morning. We've already had a huge number of calls in today." "That's what always happens on a Saturday Helen. I won't be on call this weekend. I'm feeling rough. Some kind of dodgy stomach bug or something." As Peter spoke he could feel the guilt creep over him. He had heard, and confronted, people who used that line so many times.

"I want to you call David and tell him he's on call, just for the weekend, until I can get over this. Okay?"

"You must be ill," said Helen sounded concerned, "I'll call David right away and you get to your bed for some rest. Leave everything to me."

"Thanks Helen. I'll see you on Monday as per usual."

The phone line went dead and Peter, after putting the phone back in its cradle, lay back in bed. Although he felt incredibly guilty for landing the weekend on David, he also felt some relief as he could now finally relax. He closed his eyes and, as he thought about how little he would do today, he drifted off to sleep.

Peter was awoken just after noon by, of all things, the phone ringing. As he slowly came round to the world and realised what the sound was he nearly didn't answer it fearing the worst for his Call Centre. As it was though, he picked up the phone, only to find out it was his friend William who he hadn't spoken to for some time. William and Peter gabbed on about what had been happening in their own respective lives; Peter about his job and William about his numerous jobs and his new girlfriend.

William suffered from the impatience of youth and, at 22, has never held down anything for long, job or woman. They had met whilst William had worked for Peter and struck up a strong friendship. Two of the most unlikely people to ever become friends had people talking about other reasons to this 'togetherness' but Peter never saw William as a potential lover, only as a friend.

As the conversation wore on William suggested, on hearing Peter having some free time that he and his new girlfriend Esther, go round to Peters for a late lunch. The more William talked about bringing some of that famous Pate from the local Italian Deli and a couple of bottles of decent French wine the more Peter turned to the idea. Finally he agreed and they both decided that three o'clock would be a good time.

After he had finished the call Peter, energised by the excitement of actually doing something different for a change, jumped up to get into the shower. As he ran the shower he could feel himself begin to relax and enjoy the feeling of freedom a 'non-work' weekend was giving him. He climbed into the shower and lather himself up enjoying the water running down his long body. Although Peter was an office worker so to speak he was in reasonably good shape. No bulging muscles or ripples but firm in the right places and no real flab to speak of. His short brown hair and angled features gave him a constantly serious look that he used to his advantage in his job but also found it surprised people when they saw him relax. As he rubbed his tingling groin area he started to think about William's new girlfriend. William had said that she was young and not to say anything to untoward when they met. He wondered exactly HOW young she was to elicit that type of comment.

He started to stroke his cock slowly has he though of William, medium height but stocky and muscular, fucking a slight 18 year old slip of a girl. The images in his mind excited him and he stroked his aching member harder and harder. He imagined this faceless girl on all fours shaking every time William slammed into her from behind, her voice screaming out in agonising lust. He enjoyed the image for a while longer, the pictures in his mind becoming more and more animalistic with hard, violent thrusting, groaning and grunting, slapping of sweaty body against sweaty body. His mind created the images moving faster and faster and as he imagined William pulling his 10-inch cock out of this poor girls pussy, dripping and red, and forcing in violently into her ass hole in one shove.

Peter felt his body tremble and shake with orgasm, shooting his thick white cum every where. The shower door, the tile, his hand, all seemed to be covered in Peter's hot juice. As he got his mind together, he finished his shower and cleaned up his mess and shut the taps off. He couldn't believe how good that had felt but was also aware that he had been thinking about William whilst he jacked off. He didn't analyse that for too long, aware that hit had been a while since any form of sex and just put it down to horny fantasy.

Three o'clock came and William and Esther arrived with the pate and wine. Peter had warmed some baguettes in the oven and served the warm bread with the food. As they talked and laughed about past times and old jokes Peter couldn't help but notice how pretty the young Esther was. Although William had said she was young, she looked about sixteen rather than eighteen, with long soft blond hair that hung straight down and a soft baby like face that confirmed Peter's impression of her years. She was slim, petite almost, with small pert breasts and a small hand sized bum encased in tight jeans. Her manner, though, was years beyond her age as she laughed and joked into the conversation with bags of confidence and sparkling eyes that captured your attention every time.

Every time he look at her as she spoke he would get the images of earlier flashing into his mind but this time, instead of the faceless girl, he saw Esther's face contorted in pleasure and pain as she took Williams 10 inches up her ass. The images were getting Peter horny again and he was having trouble keeping his mind focused on the conversation.

William, he also noticed, had been working out more. His arms and chest were a testament to physical fitness. Large and bulging, rippling every time he moved. The tight tee shirt he wore did little to hide any aspect of Williams's physique and almost enhanced that shapes and contours of muscle. His dark tan and dark features made him the model type man that most women stare at in the street. Peter glanced enviously at the couple, although they were unaware of his jealousy. Two pretty people who seemed to be pretty happy with each other. Bastards.

Lunch came and went with many stories being told and some truths being unaired by accident. William had thrown Peter a few dirty looks as he went on about Williams most embarrassing feats and failures, causing Esther to catch her breath at times whilst she laughed so hard. William retorted, almost like for like, with equally, if not even more, embarrassing stories. As they talked and laughed Peter was aware that his phone was ringing again.

After about five minutes Peter rejoined the couple.

"That wasn't your work, surely", asked William, "They've been told your sick". "No, no", Peter replied, "It was Stephen. He's invited himself over for dinner tonight". "Oh yes", William smirked, "So you'll want us out the way then".

The story continues in Part 2: Calling in Sick And Get Cock Up The Ass

written by pjc2512

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