Hard at Work

About a week ago I was working late at my office. Everyone had gone home for the night, except for a couple cleaning ladies who were making their rounds on the other side of the building. I had about another hours worth of work ahead of me, and I was feeling burned out. I stopped what I was doing and sat back in my chair, rubbing my eyes and letting my mind relax for a moment. Work was grinding away at my brain and I felt like I needed to take a minute to relax or I would go crazy.

I stood up to take a little walk around the office and stretch my legs. I have literally been seated for 8 straight hours at work and not even realized it because I become so consumed in what I'm working on, so I had been making an effort to take small breaks throughout the day and walk for a bit. I went on my usual route, down the hall to the stairs on the far side of the building, up the stairs to the second floor, down the hall back to the stairs on my side of the building, down the stairs back to my floor, then back to my office.

Back at my desk, I stared at the blinking cursor on my screen and dreaded getting back to work. I wanted to just call it a night, but I had to have the revisions I was working on completed before I left. My walk had helped, but I was still tense and feeling burned out. I needed something else to help me release all the tension.

Then the idea popped in my head "Why don't I just pull it out right here and jerk off?" I knew that I was alone and that the cleaning ladies wouldn't be back my way that night, so I knew it was safe. I could get totally naked if I wanted to and not have to worry about getting caught.

As I humored the thought of jerking off at my desk, my cock started to swell. I hadn't shot a load in a couple of days and was sure that a good cum would put me back on track. I poked my head out of my office door and made a quick glance down the hall, just to be sure that I was alone, and I was. My office was in a fairly secluded part of our wing, so I was totally comfortable.

I sat back down in my chair and unbuttoned my pants. I pulled the zipper down, then slid my pants and boxers down to the floor around my ankles. Leaning back in my chair, I stared at my cock sticking straight up, ready to be worked. It had been a while since I gave it a good stroking, so when I touched it, it almost felt like a stranger was touching my cock and I had my hand on theirs!

I started pumping away and it didn't take long to find the perfect rhythm. My pants started to feel like shackles around my ankles, so I kicked off my shoes and slid my feet out of my pants, leaving them piled on the floor under my desk. With my pants completely off, I lifted up my right leg a little and rested my foot on the trash can under my desk.

I liked this angle better and it allowed me to slide my hand all the way down my cock to the base. I took long, slow strokes at my shaft and it wasn't long until clear pre-cum started to drip from my head. I pumped faster and faster, spreading the homemade lubricant down my pole.

I was about to cum when I realized that I didn't have anything to clean up the mess. I didn't want to unload onto my stomach and not have anything to wipe myself off, so I stood up and pointed my cock at my desk. I could blast onto my desk, then go get what I needed to clean up.

Standing up and pumping at my cock with my office door wide open sent me over the edge. I felt myself tense up, then I let out a quiet moan and sent a thick spurt of white cum flying through the air. I had built up quite a load and was horny as hell, so I shot farther than I had anticipated.

The first spurt left a long strand of jizz on my desk and landed across my keyboard. I pumped out about 5 more rapid spurts, all equally as thick, and left a sticky mess covering my desk and keyboard. After cumming, my body was relaxed, but I kept standing and slowly pulling at my cock, making sure to get every drop out.

I sat back down in my desk and admired the big load I had just shot. 4 or 5 long, thick lines of cum ran perfectly straight across my desk. The first shot had flown about 2 and a half feet and had spanned nearly my entire desk.

I put my pants back on then headed to the washroom to fetch some tissue paper. I stole the entire roll because I knew it would take more than a few sheets to wipe up the mess I had just made!