As he continued to chat, I signaled I’d be back in a minute as I lifted the first two boxes and left the front office. I told him I’d grab a Starbucks or something.” Ron said with an emphasis on the word ‘something.’ Then with a tiny smirk and his thumb hooked on his jeans he stretched his fingers over his hardening cock.“So how does ‘something’ sound to you?” “Something?” I answered with an awkward croak, wondering if I was still in bed dreaming, as my cock roared to life. Gay sex Jesus that felt good. So while waiting and twiddling my thumbs, I was working on organizing stacks of files into boxes for archive and watching porn on computer. Oh boy. When the intercom dinged to let me know someone was in the lobby, I quickly stopped the porn and hit the buzzer to open the door but this time it was only Ron. Luckily, Ron’s cell phone rang and I was given a moments respite as he answered and started to talk. It was almost as if he had retreated back into his silent stoic self. Probably almost eight inches, it as fat, veiny, with a beautiful head and already leaking heavily.
