A Modern Gay s*x Christmas Carol: The Complete Collection

Following His Boss's Orders - A Modern Gay s*x Christmas Carol: The Silver Haired Boss & The Sexy Employee - Part 2

Bob rubbed his smooth face against the hairy man's chest, enjoying the sensation of the hairs tickling his cheeks. He happily ran his tongue around the edge of Splooge's nips.

Whether from the cold air in the room or from the excitement of having his employee's tongue rimming his n*****s, Splooge's man t**s stood at full attention and the colored ring of flesh around them had mini-goose-bumps.

He also let his hand wander to Splooge's pot belly, which was not in any way too large or unexpected in a man his age. Splooge's stomach was just as hirsute as his upper chest. Bob's fingers made their way through the thick, manly hair until they reached his belly button. They slowly circled it and then plunged in and out gently like a stud breaking in a virgin's hole.

When he finally removed his dress shirt completely as well as the traditional undershirt , Bob got a whiff of Splooge's underarms. Apparently, the man's refusal to spend money prevented the purchase of underarm deodorant. Despite the cold air in the office all day, Splooge had apparently been sweating, at least in the armpit area under all those layers of clothes.

Bob would have been able to ignore the smell if Splooge hadn't raised his arm and shoved Bob's nose into it. Forcing him to breathe in the manly stench for a good two minutes. The more Bob squirmed, the deeper Splooge pulled the younger man into his armpits.

When Bob started to lick the sweat, Splooge pulled his arm away and backhanded Bob's cheek with his other hand. Bob instinctively rubbed his face in reaction to the stinging sensation and questioned his boss as to the reason behind the slap.

"Because I hadn't instructed you to, nor did you ask permission to taste my man-sweat," Splooge informed him.

Once Bob made the proper apologies, Splooge pushed him to his knees. Bob didn't need any directions in order to know what he was expected to do next.

It was time to take off Splooge's pants. First, Bob unhooked the belt buckle and slid the length of it through the loops.

Then, he unbuttoned the pants and slowly slid them downwards, revealing Dickteaser's pasty, but hairy legs. Bob realized his error when he tried to take the pants off completely – he had forgotten to take off his boss's shoes.

Annoyed at the incompetence, Splooge reached down and pulled his own pants back up. Showing remarkable strength and agility for a man his age, he gave Crotchlick a swift kick in the balls! Crotchlick doubled over in pain, grabbing his privates and moaning.

Dickteaser Splooge looked down and laughed at him. Strangely, instead of the pain and humiliation of the situation causing Bob's hard-on to go down, his c**k actually pulsed with blood and the erection got stronger. "Sir, may I continue getting you naked?" he begged.

"You may," Splooge allowed. "But do it properly this time."

"Yes, Sir, thank you, Sir," Bob grovelled as he went back to his appointed task.

He soon had both of his boss's shoes off as well as his fancy dress pants. Dickteaser stood there in the office now wearing nothing but his boxers and his navy blue dress socks. He leaned on the edge of the desk and raised one foot.

Bob quickly knelt on the floor with one knee, while offering the other knee as a foot rest for his employer's socked foot. Bob caressed the material and enjoyed the softness of it under his fingertips. He slipped his finger under the elastic part that hugged Dickteaser's leg and rolled the sock down revealing his boss's hairy lower leg as well as his ankle.

Bob then used his teeth to grab onto the end of the sock and pull it all the way off. He repeated the procedure on the other foot. He longingly stared at them, admiring the naked feet just inches from his face.

"Lick them clean, you stupid little b***h," Dickteaser told him while slapping Bob's face back and forth between his feet like a tennis ball.

"Yes, Sir," Bob agreed. He sucked each toe like an ice pop on a hot summer day.

Watching his feet disappear and reappear in and out of Bob's mouth, made Dickteaser worry that Bob would choke on them. Not that he cared one way or another what happened to Bob Crotchlick in the long run, but he had other plans for Bob's throat on this day.

When Bob had licked every inch of his boss's feet, there was only one article of clothing left to remove, Dickteaser's oversized boxer shorts. If truth be told, Bob actually found them kind of humorous looking.

Bob had noticed something about older men back in his dating days, they tended to wear oversized and ugly boxer shorts. Dickteaser Splooge was no exception to this observation. The plaid boxers just made Bob want to laugh.

However, there was nothing funny about what was hiding inside those boxers. The impressive size of Dickteaser Splooge's schlong was quite serious indeed.

It wasn't the girth that was unusual. There was nothing wrong with it, of course, and it may even have been a bit thicker than average.

It was the length that made an impression on him. The old man's prick had to be a good nine, no, make that ten, inches long. Bob couldn't imagine how anyone who was so well-endowed could be in such a perpetual bad mood the way Dickteaser Splooge was every day!

When Bob yanked the boxers off his boss, he was happy to find that Dickteaser's man-sausage was just as long and inviting as Bob had remembered it. He reached out to touch it and Dickteaser slapped his hand.

Bob instantly realized his mistake. He hadn't asked for, nor been given permission to indulge his desire to touch the princely c**k between Dickteaser's legs. He was thankful that he only received a slap as his balls still ached slightly from the punishment he received for his earlier mistake.

Bob studied Dickteaser's body as the older man paraded around completely naked in front him. Dickteaser's ass cheeks, no longer firm as they must have been in his younger years, flip-flopped slightly as he shifted weight from one foot to the other.

From the side view, his pecs definitely had seen better days too. The thick hair covering his chest and stomach did a good job of concealing the fact, that like it or not, gravity catches up with all of us sooner or later.

"I want you to take off your glasses and sit on your hands," Dickteaser suddenly said without additional explanation. Bob, still fully clothed and hard as a board inside his pants, shook his head affirmatively and obeyed.

Dickteaser walked over to Bob and tea-bagged his face. At first, he slowly, almost lovingly, caressed Bob's handsome countenance with the wrinkly skin of his scrotum.

Bob's eyelids twitched when Splooge's scrotal hairs danced over them. Bob breathed in deeply to inhale that distinctly masculine scent of a manly crotch as Dickteaser's testicles gently banged against his nostrils.

Splooge began to grind his nuts into Bob's face. That's when Bob understood what true torture it was to sit on his hands at that moment. He wanted so badly to reach up with one hand and cup Splooge's balls and then run his hand up and down the man's ten inch rod all the while pumping his own d**k with the other hand.

Bob did the only thing available to him at the moment. He opened his lips and let his boss's balls leisurely slide into his mouth.

He carefully and gently rolled Splooge's testicles around his tongue and let them slide in and out between his teeth. He applied just the right amount of pressure, sucking them down his throat as far as they would reach.

"Yeah, that's right. Choke on those balls, b***h," the older man told his employee, affirming that Bob was doing everything right. In fact, Bob was tonguing and sucking on his balls so perfectly that Dickteaser was afraid he might c*m if he didn't pull his testes out of the younger man's mouth.

Once his man-nuts were safely dangling between his legs again, Splooge decided to attack Bob's face with his man-sword. Bob felt like he was being slapped with a long cucumber.

Thwap! Dickteaser whacked his assistant's forehead with his p***s. Thwap! Bob's chin took the next blow. Thwap! Thwap! Dickteaser's c**k rapidly assaulted Bob's cheeks.

As he did whenever he thought Bob began to enjoy the activity too much, Dickteaser stopped the facial p***s pounding. He finally told his employee to disrobe. Dickteaser had no interest in taking the man's clothes off him or even watching him get naked. It was the result that mattered as far as he was concerned in this case.

While Bob went about the business of taking everything off, Splooge retrieved their coats from the closet. Luckily, they both had worn full length woolen coats that day.

Splooge spread them out on the carpeted floor as makeshift blankets. He reclined on the coats, sprawled out with his hefty ball sac hanging down between his legs and his ten inch c**k thick and firm like a mini-rocket hovering over his small pot belly.

Bob stood over him. Splooge admired the younger man's perfect body.

Gravity had yet to take any toll on Bob Crotchlick. His pecs were muscular and perfectly shaped. It was obvious that he hadn't let his diminished financial situation affect his gym membership.

He was forty years old, but had the body of a college jock. Dickteaser's eyes followed the V-shaped outline of Bob's body from his broad shoulders, down his slim torso, to his tight waist. His skin was olive colored, like a natural tan.

His chest and stomach were smooth except for the ripples of his abs and the treasure trail which led from just under his belly button to his ample package.

After enjoying his employee's nudity for several minutes from his angle on the floor, Dickteaser rose to his feet. He approached Bob silently and invaded his personal space. Without warning, Dickteaser grabbed Bob's semi-flaccid c**k and yanked it until Bob screamed out in pain.

Firmly establishing that Bob's p***s was his to command, Dickteaser pushed Bob backwards, causing Bob to lose his balance. Bob's naked ass cheeks made a funny sound when they hit the leather seat of the old metal office chair.

Dickteaser Splooge leaned his hairy body over Bob, using the arms of the chair to support himself. Bob thought for sure the older man was going to give him a blow job. Bob hated to admit it, but he was actually looking forward to feeling the old man's lips wrap themselves around his rod.

Dickteaser surprised him by simply pulling the chair forward, rolling it about a foot away from the desk. He then bent down on the floor and grabbed Bob's tie which rested on the pile of his clothes he had dropped when ordered to do so by Dickteaser.

Dickteaser circled behind the chair and put the widest part of the tie around Bob's eyes. He wound the rest of the material around Bob's head making a knot in the back, turning the tie into a blindfold.

"Why are you...what are you doing?" Bob Crotchlick asked nervously.

"Silence!" Dickteaser ordered with a smack to his worker's blindfolded face.

Bob reached up to feel his cheek in reaction to the stinging sensation from the slap. He felt Dickteaser grab his arm away from his face and pull it behind the chair along with his other arm which had been dangling innocently at his side.

Before Bob knew what happened, he realized that Dickteaser had used something, probably his own suit tie, as a makeshift rope. Bob's hands were now fastened together uncomfortably behind the chair.

He attempted to free them, but found that the old man had been quite adept at knotting the material quickly. Instinctively, Bob used his legs to propel himself away from his boss who seemed intent on becoming his s****l tormentor.

It worked for a moment. The chair did roll a few inches on the carpet.

Dickteaser Splooge was too fast for him. He grabbed their dress shirts and used each one to tie down Bob's legs and ankles individually to different legs on the rolling chair.

When Bob realized what was happening, he kicked his legs outward, hoping to knock the older man over. Dickteaser responded by giving Bob a crippling punch to his ballsac.

In pain, as well as humiliation, Bob offered no further resistance. Bob Crotchlick was soon completely bound to the office chair!