A Blizzard With Miles

“Well, I guess you’ll have a lot of time to finish that report, Owen,” Miles chuckled as he opened the door to his apartment. I walked inside, nervous and unsure of what to do. I had never been in my boss’ apartment before, never even talked to him outside of work. Miles was known as a no-nonsense kind of boss, with the same outfit and routine every day. But he also surprised me at times, like when he cracked a good joke in the break room or now, when, after hearing about the blizzard that was incoming at the same time, offered me to stay at his place instead of trying to get to my home, which was two hours away in a small, rural town.

I had said yes, thankful for his unexpected kindness. But now, as I walked into his sparkling home with only my work bag, I hesitated. What had I gotten myself into?

“I’ll go get you a pair of pajamas,” Miles said as he set his bag and shoes down at the door, “I think we’re about the same size,” he finished, taking a moment to look my body over, up and down.

I nodded, feeling a shiver rise on the back of my neck as his dark eyes met mine for a moment. As Miles walked to the bedroom, I pushed down my rising cock, begging for it to not become fully hard. I didn’t think my work slacks would be able to hide much if anything if I had a full boner. But I couldn’t help it, the way Miles had looked at me, so effortlessly let me into his home, it all brought up the feelings for him that I had tried to shove down for so many months. I pushed on my cock again as it twitched against the tightness of my pants, begging for it to stop and for my brain to stop thinking about all the fantasies I had imagined since first meeting Miles.

I put my bag down next to Miles’ as he walked back into the room, a pair of soft plaid pajamas and a college sweatshirt in his arms. Just like everything surrounding Miles, they were perfectly folded and stacked. He had changed into pajamas as well, the short sleeves of his shirt giving me an amazing view of the muscles rippling on his arms, sheltered by his dark arm hair. I wondered where else he had dark hair like that, then shook my head to try and clear my thoughts.

“Everything alright?” Miles asked, his voice huskier than before. I looked up to see him staring at me, but not my eyes. Instead, he was looking at my ever-growing cock, my head pushed so much against the slack fabric that it was perfectly outlined. My face grew hot and I shook my head again. I opened my mouth to say that everything was fine, to thank him for his kindness and the pajamas, but something else came out of my mouth instead, catching the both of us off guard.

“You look good,” I said. Miles' eyebrows shot up quickly, but just as quickly, a smirk spread across his face.

“So that is for me?” he nodded his head to indicate my boner. I nodded shyly, shocked at my bravery.

“Well,” Miles dropped the pajamas on the floor suddenly and walked toward me. I stepped back instinctively until my back hit the wall. Miles got closer to me, our faces inches apart. The tension between us made the air electric and I could feel a practical crackle in the small space between him and me. Miles reached up and rested his arm on the wall next to me. He looked into my eyes, then my lips, his own parted slightly.

“I’m sure lucky that you feel the same way,” he finally finished his sentence, then reached down and kissed me passionately.

I responded in kind, not worrying about anything at that moment other than getting all of him that I could. My hands reached up to caress his face as we kissed, my fingers brushing against his beard and strong jaw. Miles smiled against my mouth as he continued to kiss me, his hands wandering across my neck, my chest, my stomach, and ended on my cock. He began to rub me through my pants, his large hands feeling my head before moving on to my shaft. Miles deftly opened my fly and began to fondle my balls, still in their underwear.

Before I knew it, we were laying on his leather couch, my pants and underwear off, Miles in his boxers and shirt. He smiled up at me as he positioned his head at my cock, his mouth expertly taking in all of my length as he continued massaging and squeezing my ballsack. My back arched off the couch as I grabbed his hair and began pushing myself further into his warm mouth. Miles groaned against me and the vibration against my shaft as I was buried deep in him made me almost cum. Miles pulled away, teasing and not letting me actually release into his wet mouth. Instead, he pushed my legs open and began to play with my asshole, his finger tracing the sensitive puckered skin as he began to jack himself off, his hand reaching through the hole in his boxers to pull out his cock. In that moment, I wanted Miles so badly and I was practically begging for him to fuck my tight asshole. I was going to have my sexy boss in so many different ways...

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