Wacky Wednesday

···Amon···

I started putting more YouTube videos on training seminars.It's not always on, and the videos I play are carefully selected, but my staff loves it.

Laura Elms is nothing short of an angel.After she took over, I felt a lot less pressure in A&L.She's smart and funny, and a little mean, and I think that's why she and Jack hit it off in the first place.

I also like her lip ring.

I am forty.

I don't fall to the ground and belch as soon as I reach forty, so that's probably a good thing.I myself don't even feel a difference going from 39 to 40, but Jack insists my downhill has been pretty obvious.For example, on the morning of my birthday, I had to take a breather after firing three rounds in a row, compared to four times last year.Also, I've got another line on my forehead, and Jack loves to lick along that line.When he reaches for the wrinkle with his tongue, that's the perfect time to pinch his nipples.As soon as I twisted it, he stopped licking.

On the day I turned [-], there was another good thing: they had a surprise party for me. Most of the A&L HR staff were there, along with a few friends we all knew, Luciana, Alex and Mr. Steve, Beth, Connor, Stephanie and Carrie from the library.

I happened to be passing by when Carrie said to Jack, "I still can't believe Grogan actually ate the bagel you licked."

Jack opened his mouth wide and glanced at me.I lowered my head and walked quickly, holding back a smile.

I received a series of birthday cards and prank gifts that joked about "being middle-aged", and I ate cakes while "hehe" all the time. It is said that middle-aged people should not eat so much.

When the guests were gone, Jack handed me a letter.

"What is this?" I asked.

"your present."

"I thought that fake vomit was a gift from you."

"No, that's for later in Laura's office. This is your real gift."

I opened the envelope, and inside were two tickets to San Francisco.

"Melissa already knows that you're going to be on vacation for a few days. Let's go see 'Folsom Street Celebration' together." He said firmly, in a non-negotiable tone, but the effect was weakened by biting his lip.

"Jack." I stare at the ticket. "Jack." I repeated.

"Amon?"

I slapped the ticket on the table, turned around and gave him a bear hug, picking him up. "You are—" I clumsily kissed him on the face, "the best boyfriend in the world."

He grunted in pain, and I set him down to watch him grab the flesh around his ribs. "My spleen is popped. I'm afraid you'll have to find a friend to go with you. I wonder if Wittmeyer is free?"

"Fix it if it's broken." I pulled him over and hugged him tenderly. "I can't believe you gave me this, I'm so fucking happy."

"Pay attention to civilized language!"

"Fuck civilized language." I kissed him, licking the bitten part of his lower lip.At the end of the kiss, he rested his forehead on mine.

"And you don't have to pay for anything," he said. "I've agreed in advance that I'll pay the whole price. I'll pay for the lodging, board, and studded beats."

I opened my mouth, wanting to object.

"Amon Joseph Monterrey," he said fiercely, and I was really taken aback. "You are not allowed to have an opinion. I have told you everything, and you have to listen and do it."

I stared at him dumbfounded for a few seconds, then laughed out loud.

He seemed a little discouraged. "What's the matter, am I not scary?" He asked.

"Scary, you are scary. I don't dare to say 'no' now. But when you are about to leave, you may feel that sharing the accommodation and meal expenses—"

"Not considered," he said firmly.

"Okay," I kissed him again, "listen to you."

"I'm getting better at 'gongyin' now," he said, "isn't it?"

"Yes," I agreed, "the next time you whip me, you'd better speak in Gongyin."

"Next time? Do you think we will exchange souls in the future?"

"I hope you find me who is in the main body with a whip sometime. Have fun."

He stared at me for a while with caring eyes, and then smiled slyly. "If you really want that," he said, "all right. But in exchange, you'll have to promise me one thing."

***

The day before embarking on my trip to San Francisco, I made a call at A&L.

"Hi." Jack answered the phone.

"Come to my place."

"why?"

"There's no reason, just come."

"It's overbearing, it's overbearing," he whispered, "I'll be there in a while."

Half an hour later, someone knocked on the door.

"Come in," I said.

Jack entered the door cautiously. "Hi."

"Hi," I said. "Come in, please. Close the door."

"Can I sit down?" he asked, imitating my business tone.

"No need." I pointed to the corner of the office.He followed my fingers to the puddle of fake vomit on the floor.

"I came back from my morning meeting and saw this. Laura Elms admitted she did it, but she said someone else was behind it."

"I see." He said.He looked at the "vomit" and tried to keep it under wraps, but I still saw one corner of his mouth curl up.

"Have you any idea about this?"

"How can I have it?"

"Should I call Laura?"

He tugged at the collar of his shirt—his nails were neon green. "That's unnecessary. I, uh... I made Laura put 'vomit' in there."

I raise my eyebrows. "is that so?"

"Yes, sir."

I sighed and put my hands on my hips. "I'm a busy man, and I don't have time for childish pranks."

"Sorry." He clasped his hands behind his back and swayed back and forth on tiptoes.

"You clearly craved my attention, and now you've got it."

"Sorry?" he said again.The words he uttered in that soft voice broke my heart.But I knew him well enough to hear the naughtiness behind that voice.He enjoyed every minute of the moment.Me too.

"You should be sorry." I snapped my fingers and pointed to the floor in front of me. "come over."

He stepped forward and stood in front of me, head bowed.I could see his chest rising and falling, and I could see him swallow hard.

"Look at me with your hands behind your back."

He made eye contact with me, and I wasted no more time, and couldn't.I grabbed and undid his belt, unzipped his trousers and ripped them off.The whole time, I kept staring at him.

I held his cock up and felt it was hot and hard through the cotton of my panties.He took a breath, straightened his waist forward, and arched towards my hand.

"Take off your shirt—"

Before I could finish my order, his shirt was taken off.He threw the shirt onto the potted plant, stirring up the dust.

"shoe."

He took off his shoes, and his trousers hung at his ankles.

"Pants."

He stepped out of his pants.

I watched his clothes all over my office—a scene I had never imagined.Okay, I admit I imagined it, but thought it would actually happen?Never.My dick was hard as hell and I was terrified just thinking about what would happen to us if we got caught.But this realization fueled my desire even more.

"Lie down at the table," I said while pulling his arm and making him turn around, "I'll teach you a long lesson."

I slid a hand down his spine, hooked his panties and pulled them off.His hip muscles tensed.I ran my hands up and down his thigh until the skin there was hot and pink.

I tugged at the waistband of my panties hanging from his lap. "Take this off too."

He let the panties slide down to his ankles and kicked them off.

I grab the laptop power cord from the table.

"It's a pity that someone is working outside the door," I said, unplugging the thinner section of the power cord that connects the computer to the adapter, "otherwise I would use the beat. But I would like to, so that they can all hear of."

I caught his sudden stagnation of breathing and smiled.He moved.I knew he wanted the penis to make contact with the table.I folded the cord in half in my hand to make sure I was holding both plugs in the palm of my hand.I ran the cord across his ass and loved watching him wince and tremble.

"But I'm not going to do that, I'm going to change this cord to whip you. It hurts, but it won't be too loud."

His whole body tensed up.It's a new world for both of us, and I'm already expecting him to be a little nervous.I touched his back. "Take it easy. Twelve strokes. You're going to be a good boy and keep quiet?"

"I don't know." Jack said quietly.

"You think you can't keep quiet?"

"sorry."

"Nothing to be sorry about." I patted him on the back, reached into the top drawer of the desk, and pulled out the rotten tie that had stuck Jack in the swivel chair, covered in coffee marks. "This might work." I grab a handful of his hair with my thread-holding hand and hold his head up. "Open your mouth."

He opened his mouth.I rolled up the tie and tucked it in, then let his hair go.

"In this way, when you are punished, you will not make a sound."

He squirmed against the table.I reached between his legs and felt his hardened cock and swollen balls. "You don't seem very sorry," I pointed out.

He moaned vaguely.

I smacked his ass with the cord, just hard enough to inoculate him and prepare him mentally.He shifted his weight back and forth from one foot to the other.

"Hold on," I said, stroking his ass again with my free hand.I knead and pinch and pinch the meat there.I patted his buttocks, not daring to make too much noise.I want to get his endorphins pumping.The sound of his gag made me want to pull off my pants and stick my cock in.

I think it's okay to deviate from the original plan a little bit.I put down the power cord and put my hand between his legs again.I put my thumb and forefinger on the base of his penis and slowly lift it up.I did this several times until my hands were full of his precum.I had fun with the fluid, pulling my fingers together and spreading them apart, pulling them into filaments and pulling them apart.I dabbed some on his balls and squeezed more pre-cum from him.I slapped his legs to spread them further apart and stuffed my wet fingers into his asshole.

He arched his back and pushed his hips back.I think he must have said "shit" but it was hard to hear with his tie in his mouth.

"You're tight inside," I whispered. "It's hot. You'll feel good when I put my cock in there."

I touched his prostate with the tip of one finger.He was on tiptoe.I touched it again.His fingers curled up on the tabletop.

I pull my finger out.He fell forward, groaning in disappointment.

I slapped him on the bottom without fear of being heard, stepped back, and picked up the power cord again.I wound the thread to make sure it was the right length, patted him lightly, and pulled it over.

His exclamation made me glad I had stuffed his mouth.I've tried whipping with a power cord on my own leg before and it hurt like hell, but I'm sure I wouldn't do him any harm on purpose.I've been using very light pressure so there's no scarring, just nice redness and a fleeting moment of pain that subsides quickly.

I hit him again and again, enjoying the slight wind and crackle of each swing.I closed my eyes at the stroke of the seventh whip and savored the whimper as he wriggled around the table.

"Five hits," I said.

He took a deep breath.I hit him in the buttocks with the power cord in my hand.He clenched his hands into fists, pressing his cheek against the table.The next whip landed on the back of his thigh.Then again, this time lower than the last time.I stopped and rubbed his ass.His red, swollen ass felt great, and my cock was so wet I wondered if the suit pants would get soaked.

I leaned forward and let Jack feel my shirt against his bare back. "Two strokes," I whispered against his neck, "you're doing well."

He nodded, eyes closed.I put the back of my hand against his forehead and waited for him to open his eyes.He opened his eyes.My hands didn't move.He finally sighed, and his body was no longer tense.

I backed up and slapped the penultimate whip across the middle of his buttocks.Then came the last lash, the hardest of the lashes, across the part where he sat down against the stool.When he received these two whips, he didn't make a sound, his body relaxed and accepted the pain.I put down the cord and circled where I had just abused, fingering those red bumps I loved, whispering how proud I was of him.

I helped him up, took the tie out of his mouth and threw it away.He took a tissue off my desk and wiped his mouth.He trembled a little, but smiled when he met my eyes.I hugged him tightly.He breathed a sigh of relief, leaning against me, his warm breath on my chest.After a while, he began to move his crotch, pressing our cocks together.I put my hands on his shoulders, took him back to the table, picked him up and put him on top.When his ass touched the table, he flinched, then pulled me between his legs and kissed me again.

I pushed him to lie down so his legs were hanging off the table.

"I'm going to fuck you," I told him, "in this office with so many people on the other side of the door."

He made a voice that could not be spoken.I lifted his legs and pressed his knees to my chest.He kept his arms around his knees while I undid my belt and took off my trousers and panties.My cock jumped out of my clothes and stuck to my belly, hard and wet.I jerked off a few times and he watched.Then I collect our pre-fluid and lube myself.

He whimpered eagerly as I pressed my cock against his hole.I teased him a bit, rubbing the head of my cock between his buttocks, pressing for the entrance, but not entering.

"God, Amon, please."

"Okay." I said, and stepped in.He held his breath for a few seconds, then contracted his acupoints, swallowing my whole penis inside.I hummed it. "You're so comfortable in there."

"You too." His voice tightened.His body is very familiar with my penis, but usually, I will give him a minute to adjust his breathing after I come in.This time, I didn't give him much chance to adapt.

I leaned forward, put my hand on his calf, and began to thrust.The desk wobbled.

"Did you lock the door?" he asked.

"Why do you ask this?" I moved even harder. "Do you think you'd be ashamed to be seen with your legs spread like that? Do you want it? Do you like it?"

He clasped his hands over his knees, his arms trembling, his head thrown back, his hair hissing across the laminate surface of the tabletop.The tendons in his neck were all stretched out.I touched his nipples on both sides and squeezed them lightly.His nipples were sensitive and he didn't like being stimulated too much there.But if I time it right, a little ravage on the nipple can drive him crazy.

He gasped, gripping me tightly in his gut. "Shit," he said.

I grabbed the bottom of his thighs and pulled him closer so he was on my cock.I fucked him hard and fast, just for a moment, worrying about my vibrating computer monitor.My stapler slipped off the table and bounced a few times on the floor.Jack clutched me, trying not to cry out.

"Awesome," I said, "you're... so... so... so... good inside."

He wraps his legs around me and leans forward as I penetrate, rubbing his ass against my crotch.I'm almost out of control.

I let go of his legs, took his cock with one hand, and jerked it up and down so hard it made him cry out.

"Be quiet," I warned him, "or I'll hit you again."

This sentence had the effect I expected.He moaned softly, shaking violently in my hands, his ass tightening around my cock, and his cum shot high into the air.I penetrate him deeply, come to orgasm, and deliver the delivery inside.I pulled out my penis, staggered forward, clapped my hands on his shoulders, and kissed him.

Finally, I let him go and rubbed his belly as he lay panting on the table.

"Do you think anyone heard?" he finally asked.

"Would you like someone to hear?"

he smiles. "Hope. I hope they hear it, but don't know what they're hearing, and wonder 'did Amon Monterrey fuck his boyfriend on his desk' for the rest of their lives."

I grabbed a tissue and wiped him off.He looks at me.

"Sometimes I miss your body," he said. "I mean, being you in your body."

"Then?"

"Do you ever miss being me?"

I nod. "sometimes."

"Why do you think this happened?"

I throw the paper in the trash can. "Probably because we need to have this."

"At first I thought it was you."

I threw the paper into the trash can again. "What about you now?"

He stuck out one foot in a sock and tiptoed me. "It feels like you can do it with your ability."

I carried him off the table and sat on my ergonomic swivel chair with him on my lap. "Well, I still can't do magic."

He smiled, adjusting his limp cock. "I'm afraid I disagree with that."

I clear my throat. "Whatever the reason, I'm glad it happened."

"Me too." He was quiet for a moment, then asked, "Have you thought about calling me 'Jack Monterey'?"

I moved a little, startled.

He tensed up. "Don't be scared. I'm kidding. Unless you don't want to be kidding."

I shook my head slowly, brushing my chin through his hair. "I didn't mean to make you Jack Monterey," I said.

"Ah." He buried his face in my arms and sighed.

"I might as well be 'Armon Parker.'"

He looks up at me. "Stop teasing me with your dick."

"My dick won't tease you for at least 10 minutes," I said. "I'm already forty, so take it easy."

"You want to use my last name?"

I grinned. "When writing job applications in the future, I still insist on using my maiden name."

He buried his head in my chest. "To shut up."

"I'd like to find you a collar in San Francisco. I'd like you to give me a ring in return if you wear it properly."

I felt his muscles strain and tried to steady myself.He jumped up and his lips collided with mine.I dangled back and forth, and we both fell off the swivel chair and fell into a ball. I couldn't tell whose body was whose.

-The End-