Out of Sight - Part Three

By popular demand, I'm bringing back Out of Sight. It's been just over a year since we last met Russell and Dean, and they are back with some more office antics. If you want a story about going commando in suit pants, viagra and explosive orgasms, then this one is for you!

Nearly a month had passed since Russell Klein had led the all-staff meeting whilst getting the best head of his life. The blow job during his interview for Senior Partner had been difficult enough, but being blown in front of the entire company whilst having to smile and pretend everything was normal, had been equal parts dream and nightmare.

Russell had spent the last few weeks desperately trying to work out who his mysterious cock sucker was, but despite his best efforts, he was still absolutely clueless. Worst of all, it had been a month, and he hadn’t had a repeat. They were both mind blowing orgasms and he wanted more.

Dean Luka was officially obsessed with Russell. He’d been jerking off every night since the first time, but after the second, it was like he’d reverted back to being a horny teenager. Two, three, four, even five times a day, he was jerking off thinking about the sexy senior partner and his delicious uncut cock.

Every day Dean tried to think of a way to get Russell’s cock back in his mouth, but so far, he’d come up with nothing. There just had to be a way to get Russell back in the conference room or behind a podium, but Dean had been unable to think up a decent enough reason that would be plausible. He’d even considered drugging Russell so that he could take advantage of him whilst he was knocked out, but that seemed a step too far.

And then it dawned on him . . . knocking him out would be wrong, but what if he slipped Russell some Viagra. What if he ensured that Russell was hard as a rock in the office and desperate to nut? Maybe then he could reveal himself and finally get what he wanted?

Dean had no trouble getting his hands on some Viagra, but he needed the perfect opportunity to use it, a prime time when he’d be able to see it take effect, and to offer his services.

Another week past before Dean got just the chance he’d been hoping for. Both he and Russell had been invited to the same meeting with a new agency that were pitching their services. The meeting would be held in the same boardroom where Dean had first hidden and given Russell a blow job. There was no way he could get away with skipping the meeting and hiding under the table again, but he could absolutely ensure that Russell took Viagra so that Dean could watch the outcome and hopefully take advantage.

Thursday morning came around quickly, and Russell found himself heading into the office in yet another new suit. He knew he should probably stop buying them, but when he’d seen the dark grey with the narrow black pinstripe, he couldn’t resist. It was perfect with a white shirt and black and grey tie, not to mention his favourite black leather wingtip shoes.

Russell strutted through the main entrance and into the atrium with the same arrogant air that he always did. He winked at the girl on reception before pressing the button for the elevator and stepping inside when the doors whispered open.

Mercifully, the elevator was empty that morning, because when Russell turned to look at himself in the mirror, he realised with horror that his fly was undone. He knew he’d zipped it up before he left the house because, given that he always went commando under his suits, he was hyperaware of his fly being down and the risk of him inadvertently flashing someone.  

Russell grabbed the zipper and tugged it up, confused that it was down in the first place. With the fly secure, he turned left and right in the mirror, enjoying the way the new suit pants hugged his muscular thighs and his thick juicy ass. He turned again and raised his eyebrows in surprise when he saw his fly was halfway undone again.

“Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me,” he hissed as he grabbed the zipper and tugged it back up.

How could the pants have a faulty zipper when they were brand new? He’d have to be extra vigilant to ensure that it didn’t drop in front of anyone. Thankfully, he’d be spending most of the day in meetings sat down so he didn’t think he’d have too much of an issue, but he certainly didn’t want to risk it.

The morning went by in a blur of calls and meetings, but Russell spent the entire time becoming more and more frustrated by the fly on his new suit pants. Even if it was zipped and secured before he sat down, the fly would gradually drop even when he wasn’t moving, and there’d been more than one occasion where he’d had to cross his legs and hold paperwork over his crotch to avoid anyone seeing his exposed cock, not to mention repeatedly having to shove his cock back inside his pants, and the constant touching had him looking forward to getting home so he could bust a nut.

Russell was tempted to pop to the tailors at lunchtime and try and get the fly repaired, but with all his meetings, he just didn’t have the time. The afternoon was to be spent in the boardroom listening to some tedious agency pitch their services, so he was relieved that he would be able to just sit quietly at the back of the room.

With the meeting about to start, Dean grabbed the two coffees he’d prepared and swiftly added two Viagra tablets to the one he was going to give to Russell. He’d noticed that Russell always had a coffee with him, so was confident he could switch them over.

Dean didn’t attend meetings in the boardroom very often and when he stepped inside, he was immediately transported back to the day that he’d sucked Russell off during his Senior Partner presentation. That had been hands down one of the most erotic experiences of Dean’s life, and just the memory of it had his dick chubbing up in his briefs.

Taking a seat towards the back of the room, Dean was relieved when Russell entered the boardroom. His usual swagger wasn’t quite as arrogant as normal, and Dean noticed that Russell’s stride seemed to be shorter as he walked through the boardroom and took a seat a couple of chairs over from Dean.

“Hi Russell, how’s things?” Dean said with as much innocence as he could manage.

“Oh, hey,” Russell said, clearly struggling to remember Dean’s name for the umpteenth time. “Pretty good. Be glad when we get this out of the way.”

“Yeah. Totally agree,” Dean said, loving the way Russell’s thighs spread as he sat down and his suit pants dug into his muscular legs.

More people had come into the boardroom and Dean wondered how he’d manage to switch the coffees, but the perfect opportunity came just seconds later when one of the senior VPs came into the room and Russell jumped up to go and say hello. As soon as Russell had left his seat and stepped away, Dean grabbed his coffee and replaced it with the one he’d prepared, before sighing with relief. Now he could just sit back and enjoy the show.

The agency reps arrived when the boardroom was mostly full, and they came around the table shaking hands with everyone and saying hello. Dean shook the hands of the two men and watched as Russell took a gulp of coffee and then stood to shake their hands. It was as Russell stood up that Dean noticed that the fly on his suit pants wasn’t fully done up. He was sure it had been earlier, but it looked like it was about a third of the way down. Dean watched transfixed as Russell shook the two guy’s hands and adjusted his jacket before sitting back down, and as he sat, the fly dropped a little further on its own and Dean was treated to the heavenly view of Russell’s uncut cock head.

“Oh fuck, this is even better than I thought,” Dean whispered to himself.

Dean repositioned his chair so that he had the perfect view of Russell’s crotch. He desperately wanted to take some photos of the incredible view, but before he could even get his phone, Russell looked down, noticed the open fly and quickly tugged it back up.

The two guys from the agency lowered the lights and started playing a film that showcased the previous work they’d done. Russell downed the rest of his coffee, promising to chastise his assistant later for making it too bitter, and sat back and crossed his muscular arms, jacket seams straining, as he watched the agency film.

It was about fifteen minutes later, just as the film finished, that Russell started to feel hot. He looked across the room and was surprised to see the air conditioning was on. How was he feeling so warm? He shook his head and repositioned himself in his seat, not noticing that his fly had slid down to half-mast again.

Meanwhile, Dean couldn’t stop glancing over at Russell. He clocked the second that Russell’s fly slid half open and was practically drooling at the view of Russell’s soft cock.

As the agency started walking through the firm’s brief, Russell wiped the sweat from his forehead, undid the top button of his shirt and loosened his tie. He couldn’t believe how hot the room felt. He could barely pay attention to what the agency were saying as he shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

“We’re now going to show a couple of mock films now that we’ve designed to showcase the firm. We’ll then share proposed next steps.”

The lights dimmed again, and Russell tried to focus on the film, but he felt too hot, his skin felt tight, and then something worse happened . . . how he hadn’t noticed was beyond him, but he shifted in his seat and as he did so, he felt his cock push its way out of his now open fly . . . his somehow rock hard, throbbing cock.

Russell’s eyes widened as he looked down and saw the sight before him. When had he gotten hard? And when had his fly dropped again? He couldn’t remember ever experiencing anything like it since . . . since the time he’d taken Viagra. It had been an experiment, an intriguing idea that he wanted to try out. It had resulted in him getting hard within seconds, his cock had been hypersensitive and he’d cum so fast and hard that he’d nearly blacked out.

As soon as Russell’s thick cock burst out of his fly, Dean had to stop himself from diving across the table and choking the length down right there and then. He’d only expected to see Russell sweaty with a hard outline in his tight suit pants. He’d never imagined that Russell’s suit pants would have a faulty fly and that he’d be sitting there with his cock hanging out in the open.

Russell did a quick look around to ensure no one had noticed his predicament, but everyone seemed to be focused on the screen at the front of the room. He was unaware of Dean who was sat slightly behind him, watching everything.

There was no doubt that Russell needed to get his cock away before the film finished, but if it was Viagra causing his current predicament then he was wary of touching it. Already he could see a faint gleam of precum at the tip, and he hadn’t even gone near it. There was no way he could risk anyone seeing him in that state, but he definitely didn’t want to blow his load in the middle of the boardroom. Although as his dick throbbed, he couldn’t help wishing that the random cock sucker was under the table ready to service him.

Sensing that the film was coming to an end, Russell knew he had no choice. He had to get his cock away before anyone saw it. He slowly reached over to it, not wanting to draw any attention. He took a breath as he wrapped his hand around his thick cock. It instantly throbbed against his fingertips, and he knew he was in trouble.

Dean couldn’t believe his eyes. Not only was Russell’s cock on show, but he’d wrapped his hand around it, and was frozen, panting for breath, sweat glistening on his forehead.

His breath ragged, Russell tried desperately to calm himself down, but the feel of his cock in his hand was electric and another bead of precum leaked out of his foreskin and trickled on to his hand.

“Ah fuck,” he said in a whisper that was barely audible.

The sensations racing around his body were so overwhelming that he could barely even remember where he was. He knew he needed to get his dick covered, but he wasn’t sure he had the skill to know how to put it away.

Taking a deep breath, Russell tightened his grip and tried to shove his cock back through the fly, but as he pushed, he realised there was one big problem – his tailored suit pants were way too tight to negotiate putting his thick hard length back inside. The fly was too narrow for his hard cock and there was nowhere near enough loose material to stretch them out and over it.

He was fucked!

Dean had managed to start filming Russell on his phone, watching as he wrestled with that beautiful thick cock, trying in vain to get it back inside his suit pants. His foreskin had retracted all the way back and the head was angry and shiny with precum. Dean could just imagine the sweaty, musky scent of his cock and balls, not to mention how fucking amazing they’d taste.

Typically, Russell was the most put together, calm and confident guy in the office, but in that moment, he knew he wasn’t living up to that at all. He was hot and sweaty, his cock was throbbing mercilessly in his palm, and he knew there was no way he could get it back in his suit pants. There was also no way that he could leave the boardroom without everyone noticing.

And worse . . . the amount of manhandling to get his cock back in the fly was bringing him closer and closer to the edge. Russell knew he was screwed. He was past the point of no return and part of him was past caring. He needed to blow his load already; he needed the release.

Grabbing his cock in both hands, he threw his head back and jerked off like he’d had a week of abstinence. He tried not to moan or pant, but he wasn’t sure if he succeeded. His dick ached in his hands, it had never felt harder or more ready to explode. His balls retracted against his body, pulling in tight as they desperately begged for release.

And then . . . as Dean filmed every second . . . Russell orgasmed, thick ropes of cum splattered over his shirt and his pants, coating his hand. Biting his lip as hard as he could to keep quiet, Russell finally milked the last drop of cum from his cock.

But now he was truly fucked.

Looking down, Russell gasped as he saw the state of his suit. The jacket, shirt, tie and pants were all showered with cum, and it was incredibly obvious what it was. He was stuck at the back of the boardroom, the film was about to end, and he was going to be completely exposed.

“Don’t ask questions,” Dean whispered in Russell’s ear. “If you want me to save your ass, just do as I say. There’s a gap between pieces of the table. Get on your knees, crawl forward and stay there. Once it’s clear, I’ll come back and get you. Move now or everyone is going to see the state you’re in.”

Russell had no idea who the fuck this guy was or why he was helping him, but one more glance down at the state of his suit and he knew he had no choice. He slid off of his chair, down to his knees and crawled underneath the table.