mynameisben
Half man, half-wit
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A few years back I had a government job in Palmdale, CA, which is a hellhole of a place to go to work in the summertime because it's basically a desert out there. The temps get into the triple digits and just stays there 'til it done fried up your brains. After four years of living there, I was getting pretty sick of the heat and of the job. I was extra cranky on this particular day because I had made plans for my birthday, which fell through when a co-worker who was much more important than I decided he wanted to take a 3-day weekend. So I was notified by phone the night before to come in to work, even though I had already kissed a dozen asses to get the day off.
A friend of mine who knew the situation decided she would make the effort to cheer me up. She sent me an email about a half hour before quitting time. It was a very lovely picture of her playing with her favorite toy. My cock went instantly stiff. I was still sitting in my semi-concealed cubicle, wistfully admiring her close-up pic, when a popup message appeared on my computer screen. "You are invited to view Melanie's web cam" the popup said.
I glanced at the picture. The rising bulge in my pants was unmistakable. I rolled back in my chair and poked my head outside my cubicle. Everything was business as usual. The office was buzzing with the normal full crew of work-a-holics and gossip-a-holics and clock watchers, slackers and oppressors.
My chair rolled silently across the carpet and back to my desk. I unzipped the front of my pants and clicked OK.
And there was Melanie! She was very busy thrusting and sloshing her hot pink vibrator in and out of her sloppy wet cunt. Shaved completely bare, she was churning her hips in rhythm to her slender fingers swirling around her glistening clit. Her vibrator moved in and out, in and out, in and out and in and out as "Mama's Got a Squeeze Box' played ironically in the background.
I put her on full screen, scooted back in my chair, and let my trousers drop to my ankles. My cock leapt into the air stiff and free and throbbing. I stroked myself to the vision before me, as if I hadn't a care in the world. And I guess I didn't.
I came so hard, I forgot where I was. I let out a low, rumbling moan of satisfaction as thick jets of cum arced high into the air and spattered down on my thighs like hot rain. And at that very moment, a head popped up over the partition that separated my cubicle from Denise's.
"Are you okay over there?" a feminine voice wafted down to me. And just as quickly, her head disappeared. My cock had been fully exposed, I was covered with cum and my fist had still been milking. She caught me in mid-spurt, and I'm certain she saw. . .everything. My face flushed hot with embarrassment. I never answered her question and, thankfully, she didn't linger for an answer.
But getting caught sure did a number on my cock. It shriveled in record time. And now it was getting dangerously close to quitting time, the time when office suck-ups like to pop their heads into cubicles and say, "Good-night, Ben. Don't work too hard." There I was with this sticky, gooey mess on my hands and melting in my lap, and OH SHIT! The Kleenex box is empty! I ransacked the desk drawers for anything absorbent I could find. It seemed like there was nothing in that desk at all, except broken glass, razor blades and barbed wire. Not a napkin or paper towel to be found.
I was getting paid the big bucks to be a fast thinker, I thought. So now was the time for me to earn my pay. I stepped quickly out of my boxers and used them to clean myself up as best and as fast as I could. Then I ditched them into a desk drawer and re-sheveled myself, mere seconds before Dan and Lisa and Jacquie and Denise swung by to say "good night, Ben!"
I bid them all good night, and they all stepped away from my cubicle to join the rush to the employee parking lot. All that is, except for Denise. She preferred to stand there, arms folded across her chest, grinning at me. After an eternity of awkward silence, she said, "Don't work too hard." I didn't have an answer to that, but I don't think she expected one either. She just spun and left. Then it was my turn to grin like the devil, admiring the sway of her ass as she departed.
I had to get out of there. The big puzzle for me now, though, was how to get rid of the incriminating evidence that was presently stinking up my desk drawer. This was a government job I had, one that required a security clearance. If anyone found a cum-soaked pair of undies in an office waste can, the Pentagon would be notified. A full scale investigation would be launched. The trail would ultimately lead back to me, because there was already at least one witness at large. Denise was a good friend, but I just knew she would crack once the waterboarding got started.
I couldn't just stuff the underwear into my briefcase and walk on out of there with them concealed, either. Security checks all cases and bags, every time. What to do. What to do! My poor boxers were virtually dripping with cum. I sure as hell wasn't going to put them back on and wear them out of there! A little voice started chanting inside my head again. "Earn that pay! Earn that Pay! Earn that pay!" it said.
The empty diet coke cup I had sucked dry earlier in the day stared up at me from the bottom of my waste basket. Just then, a golden sunbeam emerged from parting clouds and a choir of angels did sing. I stuffed my shorts into the plastic cup and snickered. The coffeepot in the break room offered just the cover I needed. The machine had been turned off for the day, but the coffee gone cold in the pot was just my ticket. I emptied it into my Big Gulp cup, and my boxers quickly disappeared beneath the concealing black sludge. I replaced the plastic spill-stop lid. I jammed the straw into the bottom of the cup to keep the body from rising to the surface. Perfect!
"Open your briefcase, please." The security guard downstairs commanded like the automaton that he was. I set my Big Gulp drink down on the counter to comply. The guard ruffled through the case then glanced over at my cup. I picked it up quickly and pretended to take a sip from the straw to throw him off the scent.
"Okay. Have a good night, Sir." He nodded me through.
"Oh, yeah!" I screamed to myself. Crime of the century! And I pulled it off to perfection! I should'a been a jewel thief.
I stepped out of the building and into the Palmdale furnace. It was ten past six and still 110 degrees outside. From out of the blur of rising heat waves, my family rushed forward to greet me like a mirage.
"Happy Birthday, Benny!" the voices of my mother and father and my sister shouted out in unison. My sister ran to me.
"A Big Gulp. Oh, thank god!" she exclaimed and snatched the drink out of my hand before I could even begin to assimilate the insanity that was unfolding before me.
And before I knew it, my sister was spitting up cold coffee onto the semi-molten asphalt of the parking lot. The Big Gulp cup had been slammed down onto the pavement. The spill-stop lid launched like a champagne cork. And there before the quizzical eyes of my parents and my sister and God and all humanity were my cum-soaked boxer shorts spilling out of the ooze of a Big Gulp plastic cup.
A friend of mine who knew the situation decided she would make the effort to cheer me up. She sent me an email about a half hour before quitting time. It was a very lovely picture of her playing with her favorite toy. My cock went instantly stiff. I was still sitting in my semi-concealed cubicle, wistfully admiring her close-up pic, when a popup message appeared on my computer screen. "You are invited to view Melanie's web cam" the popup said.
I glanced at the picture. The rising bulge in my pants was unmistakable. I rolled back in my chair and poked my head outside my cubicle. Everything was business as usual. The office was buzzing with the normal full crew of work-a-holics and gossip-a-holics and clock watchers, slackers and oppressors.
My chair rolled silently across the carpet and back to my desk. I unzipped the front of my pants and clicked OK.
And there was Melanie! She was very busy thrusting and sloshing her hot pink vibrator in and out of her sloppy wet cunt. Shaved completely bare, she was churning her hips in rhythm to her slender fingers swirling around her glistening clit. Her vibrator moved in and out, in and out, in and out and in and out as "Mama's Got a Squeeze Box' played ironically in the background.
I put her on full screen, scooted back in my chair, and let my trousers drop to my ankles. My cock leapt into the air stiff and free and throbbing. I stroked myself to the vision before me, as if I hadn't a care in the world. And I guess I didn't.
I came so hard, I forgot where I was. I let out a low, rumbling moan of satisfaction as thick jets of cum arced high into the air and spattered down on my thighs like hot rain. And at that very moment, a head popped up over the partition that separated my cubicle from Denise's.
"Are you okay over there?" a feminine voice wafted down to me. And just as quickly, her head disappeared. My cock had been fully exposed, I was covered with cum and my fist had still been milking. She caught me in mid-spurt, and I'm certain she saw. . .everything. My face flushed hot with embarrassment. I never answered her question and, thankfully, she didn't linger for an answer.
But getting caught sure did a number on my cock. It shriveled in record time. And now it was getting dangerously close to quitting time, the time when office suck-ups like to pop their heads into cubicles and say, "Good-night, Ben. Don't work too hard." There I was with this sticky, gooey mess on my hands and melting in my lap, and OH SHIT! The Kleenex box is empty! I ransacked the desk drawers for anything absorbent I could find. It seemed like there was nothing in that desk at all, except broken glass, razor blades and barbed wire. Not a napkin or paper towel to be found.
I was getting paid the big bucks to be a fast thinker, I thought. So now was the time for me to earn my pay. I stepped quickly out of my boxers and used them to clean myself up as best and as fast as I could. Then I ditched them into a desk drawer and re-sheveled myself, mere seconds before Dan and Lisa and Jacquie and Denise swung by to say "good night, Ben!"
I bid them all good night, and they all stepped away from my cubicle to join the rush to the employee parking lot. All that is, except for Denise. She preferred to stand there, arms folded across her chest, grinning at me. After an eternity of awkward silence, she said, "Don't work too hard." I didn't have an answer to that, but I don't think she expected one either. She just spun and left. Then it was my turn to grin like the devil, admiring the sway of her ass as she departed.
I had to get out of there. The big puzzle for me now, though, was how to get rid of the incriminating evidence that was presently stinking up my desk drawer. This was a government job I had, one that required a security clearance. If anyone found a cum-soaked pair of undies in an office waste can, the Pentagon would be notified. A full scale investigation would be launched. The trail would ultimately lead back to me, because there was already at least one witness at large. Denise was a good friend, but I just knew she would crack once the waterboarding got started.
I couldn't just stuff the underwear into my briefcase and walk on out of there with them concealed, either. Security checks all cases and bags, every time. What to do. What to do! My poor boxers were virtually dripping with cum. I sure as hell wasn't going to put them back on and wear them out of there! A little voice started chanting inside my head again. "Earn that pay! Earn that Pay! Earn that pay!" it said.
The empty diet coke cup I had sucked dry earlier in the day stared up at me from the bottom of my waste basket. Just then, a golden sunbeam emerged from parting clouds and a choir of angels did sing. I stuffed my shorts into the plastic cup and snickered. The coffeepot in the break room offered just the cover I needed. The machine had been turned off for the day, but the coffee gone cold in the pot was just my ticket. I emptied it into my Big Gulp cup, and my boxers quickly disappeared beneath the concealing black sludge. I replaced the plastic spill-stop lid. I jammed the straw into the bottom of the cup to keep the body from rising to the surface. Perfect!
"Open your briefcase, please." The security guard downstairs commanded like the automaton that he was. I set my Big Gulp drink down on the counter to comply. The guard ruffled through the case then glanced over at my cup. I picked it up quickly and pretended to take a sip from the straw to throw him off the scent.
"Okay. Have a good night, Sir." He nodded me through.
"Oh, yeah!" I screamed to myself. Crime of the century! And I pulled it off to perfection! I should'a been a jewel thief.
I stepped out of the building and into the Palmdale furnace. It was ten past six and still 110 degrees outside. From out of the blur of rising heat waves, my family rushed forward to greet me like a mirage.
"Happy Birthday, Benny!" the voices of my mother and father and my sister shouted out in unison. My sister ran to me.
"A Big Gulp. Oh, thank god!" she exclaimed and snatched the drink out of my hand before I could even begin to assimilate the insanity that was unfolding before me.
And before I knew it, my sister was spitting up cold coffee onto the semi-molten asphalt of the parking lot. The Big Gulp cup had been slammed down onto the pavement. The spill-stop lid launched like a champagne cork. And there before the quizzical eyes of my parents and my sister and God and all humanity were my cum-soaked boxer shorts spilling out of the ooze of a Big Gulp plastic cup.
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