I posted this story a few months ago but it got mysteriously deleted, so here it is again!
Many years ago now I worked as an insurance claims adjuster. Initially I was given the simple domestic work to do, calling at people’s homes to discuss break-ins, water damage etc. Contrary to Carry On and the Confession films, there were few encounters where the only probing going on was the investigative type, even though (with the lack of false modestly that age allows me now) I was a decent looking young man with a good body and a healthy obsession with personal grooming. There are always exceptions however.
One encounter was a call to a house in the Park in Nottingham, which is (or at least was then) a very select area. The claim was for a damaged water bed, which would not usually warrant further investigation, but it had allegedly been caused by an object falling off a shelf, and the bed and subsequent water damage was going to be expensive. I had made an appointment by letter so it was only when I checked the street map that I realised that I had been there before about 6 months ago. I could not remember much about the insured but he seemed to remember me as, when I called ahead to let him know I was on the way, he mentioned my last call and said he would have a drink waiting.
Once I pulled up outside I remembered more about the occupant, specifically that he had been a decent sort and quite friendly. This was confirmed once he answered the door and invited me in with a handshake and a pat on the back. He was tall, probably early 40s, greying hair nicely styled, A slim but solid physique and very muscular legs, which were on show as he wore short running shorts, paired with a sweatshirt and flip flops.
After removing my shoes to protect his pale carpets we walked into the kitchen and he pushed over a glass of orange juice, freshly squeezed. “I remembered how much you liked my fresh juice last time, so made another batch especially for you” he said with a smile, and I smiled back and took a slurp. It really was delicious and all the more tasty because it was accompanied with what seemed to be a bit of unexpected flirting.
We sat next to each other on barstools in the kitchen to look through his claim form and check the facts. As he leaned in I was aware of how clean and fresh he smelt, but even more importantly that his thigh was pressing lightly against mine. Again it could have been innocent but I was picking up those vibes. I pointed out that his form was only signed by the co-insured so asked if he would sign as well, just to keep it all neat. The name was only an initial and surname so no indication if male or female. He soon cleared this up by mentioning that it was his partner who had filled in the form as “he” took care of things like insurance, but “he” was away overseas with work so couldn’t be there for my visit.
As I put the papers away his leg stayed pressed to mine, and I was grateful for my briefcase on my lap, as I was starting to feel some stirrings of excitement. I was pretty sure he was flirting with me now, but didn’t think it was anything more than that. I was however enjoying the situation and thought that, at the very least I would have to find somewhere private to go afterwards to release some tension!
We went through to see the damage and I followed him into a very modern bedroom, beautifully decorated in a way which left me in no doubt of his sexuality. There were several sculptures and pieces of artwork on display, all of naked men. The ones that really caught my eye were two cartoon drawings in frames of muscular men in leather biker outfits and skin tight trousers, each with enormous cocks showing under the leather in great detail. The insured caught my glance and said “oh, these are Tom of Finland. We collect his stuff, it’s amazing. Have you ever heard of him?” I replied no, and He started to tell me some more about the artist. Not surprisingly, given that I was chatting to a handsome older man whilst looking at pics of throbbing cocks my own was also becoming uncomfortably stiff in my trousers.
To distract myself I began to ask about the damaged bed, and we went over to look at where the accident had happened. The insured moved over to demonstrate how a figurine from the bedside table had originally been in a sconce over the bed, and as I was standing nearest to the bed frame, he placed both hands on my hips and pushed me to one side with a “let me just squeeze in”. I could not help but notice his right hand subtly stroked across my arse as he got in past me. To put the figurine in place he had to stand on the frame of the bed and stretch up, and as he did so his shorts rode up even more and became tighter, clearly showing the bulge and outline of what was unmistakably an aroused cock. As he climbed down he put his hand on my shoulder to steady himself and kept it there as he stood very close to me. I was very aware that his cock was hard and pushing out his shorts, so much so that it was almost touching my thigh. He had to have been aware of it but made no effort to hide how erect he was.
His hand was still on my shoulder and he gave my delts a squeeze and said “mmmm, you are muscular aren’t you, do you do sports or something?” My heart was starting to beat fast, the adrenaline was pumping and my mouth was suddenly dry, as I said “Not any more, but I train a lot.” His hand had moved from my shoulder and was now stroking my arm and in response to all this my own cock was fully hard, straining against my trousers unmistakably and uncomfortably. It was clear what was happening so I also made no effort to hide how aroused I was.
“I could see you kept yourself fit when I first met you” he said as stepped even closer until the bulge of his erection was pushing against my thigh, hard and warm. His hand moved to my chest and then my stomach, and he purred as he stroked up and down my body, letting his fingers trace the shape of my hardening nipples under my shirt. He put his other hand in the small of my back and slid it around my waist, pulling me tight against him, squashing his bulge against my thigh. We were both breathing heavily and I could not resist leaning in to kiss him. He lips were as soft as his stubble was rough and, as his tongue slipped into my mouth, his hand slid down and pressed hard against my straining cock. I was unable to stop myself groaning with pleasure, even though it was muffled by his tongue.
As we kissed more he fumbled with the belt of my trousers, trying to undo it. Frustrated, I broke from our kiss and took over, quickly undoing them to drop to the floor. He took the chance to undo my shirt and pull off my tie and jacket. Grabbing me by the waist he began kissing and biting my stomach and chest, leaving a delicious trail of saliva across my skin. His lips locked onto my nipples, quickly progressing to using his teeth in response to my gasps of pleasure and demands that he bite down harder.
He then knelt in front of me, kissing down my body until he reached my white boxers, as I undid my cufflinks and removed the shirt. His lips were on my cock, his breath hot and his tongue probing as he licked and sucked me through the thin material, before hooking his fingers into the waistband and pulling them down. My cock sprang into view, already swollen and wet with desire. As his fist closed around the shaft I gasped, which turned to a groan as he took me into his mouth. He used his tongue and lips at first on the tip, then licking the shaft, before plunging down to take more and more of my length, sliding back to the tip before bobbing down again. He was very good and very accommodating, managing to get my fat cock all the way down his throat until his nose was pressed up against my groin.
We remained like this for a minute or so before he broke off and pulled me by the hand back into the living room. Along the way I lost my boxers so by now was just in my socks, which he removed after he pushed me back onto the sofa, licking and kissing my feet as he did so. He then pulled off his sweatshirt to reveal a good body, nipple rings on both tits. As my eyes feasted on these he removed his shorts and a magnificent cock was revealed. Must have been well over 7”, thick, cut and with the tip oozing pre cum. As he started to bend down to resume sucking on me I reached out and grabbed his tool, pulling him towards me. He understood and came and stood over me, wiping that gorgeous juice on my lips as my tongue licked out for more, and then lowering himself so that I could take him in.
He tasted just as I had hoped, a mix of soap and sex and I sucked greedily, putting my hand between his thighs to push against his arse and get a rhythm of thrusts into my mouth. He was gasping and groaning as I did this, which doubled in noise and forcefulness when I reached up and grasped one of the nipple rings. Encouraged I began to twist and pull, and the harder I did it the louder he became, the harder the thrusts and if anything the harder his cock. He then pulled away and climbed into a 69, with me underneath as we sucked each other, His mouth expertly bringing me to the edge before breaking off to suck my shaft and balls before plunging back onto me. I was matching his efforts from underneath, managing to work his gorgeous prick with my mouth, my hands on his hips to help me maintain my pace.
All too soon I was ready to cum and I managed to let him know even though my voice was muffled by his rampant cock. In response he released me just before we reached the point of no return and rolled off me to lie on the sofa. He spread his legs wide open, hooking his hands behind his knees to display his arsehole, which was already glistening with lube! “Fuck me” he ordered, “fuck me hard” I didn’t need asking again, and positioned my throbbing helmet against his hole. I rubbed against him for a moment to smear some of the lube onto the tip. This teasing touch had him begging for me to fuck him right now, and I didn’t hold back. My cock slid into his arse, stretching him to his obvious delight.
I only sank the tip in initially and then, with slow thrusts, worked deeper until I had my whole length inside him. He was in the perfect position for me to take over holding his legs up, and this gave me the support so that I could start to fuck him in earnest. As I started to really pound into him he became even more excited and aroused, greeting every thrust with a groan or a cry for more but harder. I had been close to cumming before so it did not take long for me to get there again. I managed to say “where do you want it, arse or mouth” and his frantic reply was “both”.
With one final thrust my prick finally gave up its load, shooting hot cum into his welcoming arse. We were both gasping and groaning as I held my cock deep inside him, and only once I had finished did I slide out, making him gasp loudly at the sudden emptiness. As soon as he was free he quickly spun around and grabbed my still hard but cum covered cock in his hand and guided me to his waiting mouth. He took him time cleaning me up before milking me for any remaining drops.
Once I was thoroughly cleaned up he laid back, with his rampant glistening cock inviting me to play. As I leaned forward he grabbed hold of the back of my head, roughly pushing me down to take him in. I was happy to do his bidding and quickly began working him with my mouth, using fast thrusts as my fingers pulled on his balls to his grunts of pain and pleasure. Soon he too was thrusting and I felt his cock pulsing. He managed to say he was cumming and I made an appreciative mmmm to let him know that I wanted his cum as well. Without any more asking his hand on the back of my head pushed down as his cock exploded.
The warm, sticky fluid filled my mouth and although I swallowed as hard as I could I could not get it all and gagged, letting some escape. Amazingly there was a 2nd full spurt spurt and then a 3rd before he subsided, and I took my time sucking him dry as he softened in my mouth. Exhausted and covered in sweat I flopped back to catch my breath and savour the taste and smell of him in my mouth and nose for a moment.
Reluctantly I had to get on, but he kindly let me have a quick shower and whilst I dried myself he gathered my clothes for me. Then it was back out and and on to the next appointment, with my nipples tingling under my shirt and the taste of his cum in my mouth
