u/BrantleysLife

Sorry it's taken me so long to get back here and write more. I've been doing my hot girl summer thing, pretending I haven't turned thirty.

I started this to retell my experiences up to 30, and after a year of writing, I'm at roughly 21 years old. Either I'm writing slowly, or I was just a huge slut. Maybe a little of both.

I may have missed my goal, but I'm determined to make it through, even if I have to take an occasional break.

I have decided to dip my toe into complete fiction for a couple of stories, and this is the first one.

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The summer after I graduated college, I felt like my possibilities were endless. I had just received my bachelor's degree in dance, was in the best shape of my life, and simply felt ready for the world. I was also broke, so while I was ready to take the stage at a moment's notice, what I really had to "take" was a stereotypical job to fund my life.

I was 22, 5'7", and 125 pounds, with light and life still glinting in my eyes. I managed to avoid the food service trap and landed something just as stereotypical: a receptionist position for a real-estate-focused law firm. It was through a temp agency and only for a couple of months while an employee was out on maternity leave.

It was an easy gig, and most of the staff were very pleasant. I like guys in suits, so it was easy to stay happy and wear a welcoming smile. There was one guy who stood out: Colby.

Colby was in his early to mid-thirties, maybe 5'11", with a trim waist. He looked toned, though you couldn't see his muscles beneath his perfectly tailored suits. The suits all had a quiet vibrancy, which sounds oxymoronic, but they were rich colors that seemed hand-selected to bring out his blue-green eyes.

He was a dreamy, goofy sweetheart.

Colby had auburn hair and pale skin. I'm a literal sucker for redheaded men…it's a particular weakness.

So I initiated small talk and beamed smiles at him. Colby was oblivious and would tell dad jokes he could never finish without laughing. Every once in a while, though, I'd catch him staring at me from across the lobby. When our eyes met, he'd stare into me, and a little smirk would lift one corner of his lips.

The weeks went by quickly. Colby, unfortunately, remained largely oblivious and immune to my charms. He was polite when I walked a little too close to him in the hallway or bumped into him in the break room. He'd just laugh and pat me on the shoulder like a little brother. I hated it, but I loved his hands on me. My stomach would jump with every touch. There was a quiet confidence about Colby that sent tingles through my body.

A few days before the end of my contract, there was a firm event. It was a cocktail hour for one of Colby's clients. These events were a regular thing. Sometimes they were held in the office, and sometimes at a restaurant or event space.

This time it was a simple event with wine and appetizers in the office. The crowd skewed younger, mostly late twenties to mid-thirties. I had no idea what they were celebrating, but Colby seemed to really let his hair down. He had several glasses of wine and was laughing freely and loudly as he mingled with the different groups.

I couldn't help but stare.

He caught me looking once, grinned, and winked. The flood of butterflies that wink gave me is something poets write stanzas about.

The event wound down around 9 p.m. Then the mundane part of my job started. I had to clean up and reset the space before the next day. Of course, the firm had a cleaning crew that handled the heavy lifting, but I still had to put the glasses and plates in the dishwasher, pick up the trash, and reset all the tables and chairs.

It took me about half an hour to clean up, and by then the office was deserted and quiet. I always find it odd how fast a room can go from clinking glasses, conversation, and laughter to complete silence.

The workday was over, but I still had time to meet up with some friends who were at a bar a few blocks away. I stopped by the restroom to freshen up. I don't wear much makeup, but I do like lip gloss, a little concealer, and maybe darkening my waterline before going out.

I was staring into the mirror, applying lip gloss, when Colby walked into the restroom. I was surprised; I thought I was alone but I continued my routine, trying not to look at him too much in the mirror.

"Hey, Brantley. I thought you'd be long gone by now," Colby said cheerfully as he headed to a urinal.

"I was just heading out to meet some friends, but I wanted to clean up first."

I tried to sound nonchalant as I heard the stream of piss hit the urinal. I was distracted, knowing a dick I wanted was fully out just a few feet away, and I got a little heavy-handed with the lip gloss.

"Shoot," I grumbled before reaching for a paper towel.

Colby looked over at me, making eye contact through the mirror, and let out a small laugh.

"What?" I asked, wiping away the extra lip gloss.

"Nothing," Colby said with a smile.

"You don’t like boys in lip gloss?" I asked, watching him intently as the sound of his stream began to fade.

"I love lip gloss, but putting it on this late, after a long day... it seems like you're trying to get lip gloss on some guy's dick."

His eyes widened.

"Sorry. I really shouldn't have said that, Brantley."

I shrugged, holding his gaze in the mirror.

"Maybe I am, Colby."

“Huh, that’s so weird because I was just thinking, I’m some guy, and my dick would probably look better with a little lipgloss decorating it.”

Of course his come-on’s would be dad jokes. I didn’t miss a beat before saying, “I guess I’d need to see the canvas.”

Colby turned to toward me his hardening dick hanging out of his open fly. I was momentarily paralyzed. Colby’s dick was beautiful. Absolutely ram rod straight, thick and maybe 7.5 inches. He was uncut but his foreskin was mostly pulled back already. His skin was a pale milky white contrasted with deep red trimmed pubes. The tip glistened just begging to be licked.

I stood there in awe when Colby’s voice broke my trance. “Care to help me decorate this?” He said, pointing to his dick.

He was standing in front of the urinal, dick completely out, with his legs slightly spread and hands casually at his sides.

I turned and smacked my lips, kissing the air towards him. I closed the small distance between us. I ran my hand down his chest as I fell to my knees in front of him.

I didn’t hesitate before licking the tip and was greeted with the sound of a hard intake of air from Colby.

A breathy “fuck yes” we’re the only words I got from Colby before put his hand on the back of my head and pulled me down on him. Impatient. I liked it.

He tasted warm and a little salty. I don’t know what body wash he used but he smelled herbal but masculine, like white sage and citrus mixed with a little of his musk. I moaned at his intoxicating scent. I wanted more, licking and sucking him deeper into my mouth.

I wanted him in my throat, to feel him stretch it but his perfectly straight, rock hard dick wouldn’t allow it. He hit the back of my throat several time as I tried to pull him into my throat. I couldn’t take him to the base. Colby groan in pleasure, his grip on my hair tightening.

“Fuck your good at this” Colby cooed.

I slowly pulled off his dick, circling my tongue around his extra-sensitive head. I looked up at him as I kissed the tip, maintaining eye contact while I kissed down to his foreskin. I rarely get to play with uncut guys, and I love how sensitive they are. I gently slid my hand up the base of his cock until his foreskin covered the head again.

Colby shivered as I nipped at the skin with my lips. His whole body shook as I slipped my tongue under his foreskin and over the head of his cock. Colby moaned loudly as I swirled my tongue inside his foreskin cover. Fuck, I love uncut guys.

“You keep that up, you’re gonna make me cum,” Colby said, whimpering a little.

I gently pulled his foreskin back, revealing the head of his cock, and started sucking harder, trying to find a rhythm to undo Colby. He tasted great, and I wanted to taste his cum.

I added my hand, knowing that was the key when Colby shuddered again.

“Fuuuck,” he groaned, thrusting his hips forward.

I didn’t change a thing. I just maintained my grip and the suction. My own cock strained against my zipper, my body clearly responding to the sound of Colby’s labored breathing and low moans.

I knew he was close when he started thrusting forward unrhythmically.

He surprised me when he jerked out of my mouth, gripped the back of my head, and tilted my face up toward him.

“I’m close. I’m gonna cum,” he panted as he started stroking himself hard over my face. I looked into his eyes and stuck my tongue out slightly, inviting him to cum on me.

“Fuck yeah. You want it, don’t you, baby?”

I whimpered, “Yes,” and the first hot rope struck my face. Colby grunted through gritted teeth as rope after rope covered my face and hair.

I’ve always been bad at letting guys cum on my face. I want to see you cum, it’s the best part. So I inevitably get cum in my eye and then spend the rest of the day with a bloodshot eye while your kids try to impregnate my eyeball.

Worth it.

Colby groaned, squeezing the last of his cum onto my face before slapping his softening cock a few times against my tongue. His cum was intoxicating, and I savored the taste as he thanked me for decorating his dick.

Sure enough, there was a ring of red-tinted lip gloss about 2 inches from the base of his cock.

"You're welcome. I'm a pretty good artist," I said, smiling up at him.

He laughed and helped me to my feet before tucking his dick away and straightening himself up.

I headed back to the sink to look in the mirror. I was covered in Colby's cum. It was everywhere, even dripping from my curls like some slutty icicles.

I reached for the paper towels when Colby grabbed my hand, stopping me.

"Wait. You're not about to wipe away my cum and ruin all my hard work, are you?"

I stood there, looking at him in the mirror, completely dumbfounded.

He stepped behind me, wrapping me in a hug and pinning me against him.

"Why would you clean up when you look so good covered in my cum?"

He kissed along my neck, making me moan and grind back against him.

"Good boys wear my cum."

His left hand stayed wrapped around my chest while his right reached for my belt, undoing the buckle before popping open the button of my pants.

He leaned into my ear and whispered, "And you're a good boy, aren't you, Brantley?"

I nodded, moaning as his hand slid into my briefs and wrapped around my shaft.

"Yeah, you're a really good boy, baby," he said, slowly stroking my cock.

He stopped long enough to lower my zipper, pulling my cock free before spitting into his palm and beginning to stroke me again.

The sensation was overwhelming. He kept kissing my neck, one of my biggest weaknesses. I moaned loudly as he continued whispering in my ear.

"Tell me you're a good boy."

I whimpered, watching him in the mirror as he stroked me.

"Say you're a good boy, baby."

"I'm a good boy," I whimpered, grinding back against his dick. "I'm a good boy."

Then he undid me with a single phrase.

"Cum for me."

My knees buckled as I came.

Colby kept stroking me as my vision blurred and jets of cum spilled from me. He angled my cock, making sure my cum sprayed all over my body.

"Yeah, very good boy, Brantley."

He gradually slowed his strokes as my convulsions eased, holding me upright until I found my footing again.

He kissed my neck once more before finally releasing me and heading for the door.

"Have a good walk home, good boy."

Then he was gone, and my heart was still racing as the door closed behind him.

I looked at myself again in the mirror.

There had already been cum everywhere before mine was added. Now my shirt was stained, and my right eye was beginning to turn red. I probably should have cleaned myself up.

But that's not what good boys do, is it?

My heart pounded as I left the bathroom without even washing my hands.

I lived about a mile from the office. I'd never done a cum walk before, but I was grinning from ear to ear before I reached the third block.

I'd never felt so slutty. Some people I passed didn’t notice. Some, mostly men, stared at my seamen soaked presence. One older guy walking with a woman winked at me and subtly groped his junk.

It was exhilarating, I was hard again before I made it to my front door. I barely got inside before I had my dick out, adding one more load to the mess.

I canceled my plans with my friends and decided to sleep in Colby's cum.

As I drifted off to sleep, one phrase repeated over and over in my mind.

"I'm a good boy."