Erotic gay story of horny man crazy for boss’s scent: 2

Gay porn erotica: He felt a chill wash over him; his breath coming in short spurts. It was a dildo! A dildo in Karan’s office! A dildo hidden in Karan’s desk! A dildo that was wet and smelt musky and pungent like Karan’s sweat! He couldn’t quite wrap his head around what he’d discovered. This was too much for him and his already raring-to-go cock.

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Sitting there, in Karan’s office, in his chair, with his dildo in hand, Sahil couldn’t help but wonder if earlier today Karan had sat right in this very chair and stuffed his arse with this dildo, while they talked about the new campaign; if Karan had pulled down his pants, and shoved the wet, lubricated dildo up his ass just before he came in, so Karan could look into his eyes as he ground his hips down on the dildo, holding back moans.

Sahil wondered if, perhaps, he had happened to bend down, he would have seen Karan’s legs spread wide, his cock hard and straining against his pants, as his cunt was stretched taut against this toy, red from want and pure need. His hands were shivering as he brought it up to his nose and took in a deep breath.

He’d always thought lemons and musk were the best combination he’d ever smelt, but he now realised how wrong he was. There was something too sweet about them, something sweet that could only be balanced by the raw, musky, pungent smell of cunt – Karan’s cunt.

He’d always had different fantasies of the first time he’d taste Karan, Sahil thought as he stuck his tongue out and tasted him. His favourite was the one where it would be their second date.

He’d drop him home, and then lean in to kiss him goodnight like a gentleman as was expected, and then like the pervert he was, Sahil would turn him around and push him against his door, rip his pants off, and go down on his knees right there, outside his apartment, burying his face between Karan’s arsecheeks, spread them out and take his first taste of Karan’s cunt and then hungrily eat him out as his boss touched himself and tried to keep down moans so his neighbours wouldn’t hear.

While he fantasised a lot about what it would be like to taste Karan, he never imagined how addictive he’d smell and how out of control it would leave him.

One hand still holding Karan’s dildo firm against his nose, Sahil reached down to pull up his shirt and unbuckle his pants; finally, letting his cock out. It slapped against his abdomen and bounced back leaving a trail of precum from his navel to his piss slit.

He was so hard, his foreskin had pulled back and his cockhead looked swollen and red – ready to fuck. Sahil used the precum to lube up his cock and began wanking in earnest as his nose breathed in every last bit of Karan’s scent it could find on that fucking dildo.

It was still a little wet from the lube mixed with sweat, so as he rubbed it against his nose, some of it smeared across his lips and under his nose and on his hand, offering a constant supply of Karan’s scent. He could now feel his balls getting a little sore; he had to do more than just jerk off. He suddenly had an idea.

He placed the dildo in the hand with which he was bringing himself off and held it against his cock. He was glad to see that the dildo paled in comparison to his length.

Karan would need a lot more practice to take him in. Or better yet, it would give him more time to lick his hole, finger it, and spread it open all with the pretext of getting his boss ready for the fuck of life.

Fuck! He then grabbed both of them together and began jerking off. The extra pressure against his cock felt good. He pressed his other hand to his nose wanting his senses to be full of Karan’s scent when he finally came.

As he got more into it, Sahil began thrusting his cock into his hand harder so his balls would slap against his thighs. He liked to think of his balls slapping against Karan’s thighs as he buried himself deep inside him, only to pull back out and shove it back in. He was getting close.

He pressed his nose into his palm, breathing in every last bit of Karan’s musk and clenched his arse as he began to thrust with conviction. He closed his eyes and imagined Karan with his unbuttoned shirt, his perpetual blush now spreading down to his chest accentuating his dark, pert little nipples as he sat on Sahil’s cock and rode it.

How he would reach his hands and place them under his butt to help his boss fuck himself up and down his cock, making his nipples bounce with every thrust up, inviting him to take one of them into his mouth and suck, tasting all of his musky sweat and sweet perfume; how Karan would be gasping from pain and pleasure, whimpering his confession of how he sat in his office day in and day out thrusting a dildo up his cunt wishing it was Sahil’s cock instead, and beg for more as he bounced on his cock.

He thought of how he would gently take Karan’s cock in his hand and jerk him off to completion, how the smell of his boss’s cum would mix with his musk and his perfume and bring a whole new smell for him to bask in.

Fuck! Sensing he was almost there, Sahil pressed his hand against his nose and inhaled Karan’s scent one last time before finally letting himself go with an animalistic grunt. He felt his cock spasm out shots of cum one after the other all over his boss’s dildo.

As the last spurt of cum dribbled out of his spent cock, he tried to even his breathing. He could still smell Karan – lemons and musk – but this time, there was another scent in the air – his.

The room reeked of his cum and sweat and Karan. And just like that, he knew that while he was mesmerised by how Karan smelt, he was intoxicated by how then smelt together. He felt his cock swelling up again and had an idea. He carefully placed the dildo on the chair and ran out of Karan’s office, dick still swaying free, to fetch his phone.

He came back, picked up the dildo and held it near his slowly rehardening cock and FLASH he snapped a picture. The sudden glare in the dark room got to him for a bit; he blinked away the light spots and checked the picture. It looked fucking great.

His cock head was swollen and a little red, with a sliver of cum pooling at the head. Even soft it looked big next to the dildo that looked even more spent with all his cum still thickly smeared across it.

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Sahil smirked to himself, and without cleaning the dildo, put it back in its niche. Then he stood up, tucked his cock into his trousers and inhaled the intoxicating scent in the room one last time before he walked out of his office, wishing he could bottle up this scent of him and Karan, and keep it with him forever.

A little while later, he made his way back out of Karan’s office to the washroom. That damn loose panel had cut his finger with a stray splinter when he had gone to leave a little present for the boss to find – Sahil decided to use the printer one more time before he left.

He couldn’t help but smirk as washed off the blood from his finger. He looked up and saw that his reflection looked thoroughly fucked – shirt messed up, belt in the wrong loop and cock tenting his crotch. He was still hard.

He chuckled, as he wondered if he would ever not be horny, now that he knew what he and Karan smelt like together, now that he knew that the next time Karan fucks himself with that cursed dildo, he would be fucking Sahil’s cum deep into his ass – finally making their smell one, forever.

AUTHOR NOTE:
Hi Guys!
I hope you liked this story as much as you did my first one. This one is only in English; I wanted to pepper in a little of Hindi, but decided against it to see how a completely English story would pan out with you guys.

Let me know what you thought of it at: [email protected] especially if you think I should write stories for the other senses as well.
Hope to hear from you guys!