Luc and Peter working late

Luc watched him from the corner of the office. It was late, and he and Peter were the only ones there. Luc had asked Peter, his secretary, to join him while he worked late. He was closing an account, he'd said.

"How's the billing coming?" Luc asked, surprising Peter. Luc was standing behind his chair.
"I'm almost done, do you want it done all tonight?" Peter said in surprise.
"Nah, don't worry about it, you can finish it in the morning if you want. Good job today." Luc put his hands on Peter's shoulders.

Luc had always assumed Peter was gay. He didn't wear a ring (although he was hardly 25) and he didn't ever talk about girls. He'd facebook stalked his secretary before hiring him and had taken note that there were a lot of pictures of him with groups of all girls, and a lot with him and just one other guy, but it was always a different guy.
Luc didn't move his hands from Peter's shoulders. Peter didn't seem uncomfortable. He reached out and closed his laptop. With his other hand, he started stroking Luc's hands on his shoulders. The two stood there like that for a moment, not looking at or saying anything to each other.

Luc started to pull Peter up from his chair, beckoning him towards his more private office.
"I…I should head home, sir, it's getting late," Peter said reluctantly. He wasn't sure how to feel about the situation.
"Can I at least offer you a beer from my fridge?" Luc asked. "Those rolling rocks won't drink themselves."
"I…yeah, you know what, why the hell not," Peter replied. It was too late for him to have anywhere better to go. He followed his boss into the corner office. Luc was hardly 27 but he'd been a sort of wunderkind, and he'd made manager at the office that year. He had a big corner suite in their office on the 46th floor.

As soon as they got in Luc reached into the fridge and pulled out a few rolling rocks and some cold glasses. They quickly downed their first drinks in near-silence and got two more. They sat there watching the projector wall, where Luc had the news running. Luc got up for a second to use the in-office bathroom. Peter thought of leaving altogether but kind of wanted to see where the night was going.
"Mr. Allen, sir…" Peter began as Luc returned.
"You don't have to call me Mr. Allen or sir if you don't want to, you know," Luc cut him off.
"Okay, then, Luc," Peter paused momentarily. He was looking Luc straight in the face and felt himself short of breath at his wavy blonde hair and gray eyes.
"Yes?" Luc said with a grin. He knew what was up. When Peter seemed to forget about talking altogether Luc broke the silence.

"You're not driving tonight, right?" Luc asked. Peter seemed to think it over and then shook his head no.
"Good. Well then I," Luc said getting up once more, "think we should have a little more of a potent toast to the Eddleson account."
"What'd you have in mind?" Peter asked almost nervously. He wasn't dim but he was very shy at times, and tended to recede behind his bangs.
"Pick your poison. Vodka, Scotch or Tequila?" Luc asked nonchalantly.
"Tequila," Peter said almost automatically.

"Well someone likes a party," Luc teased as he poured two tall shot glasses. They dinged glasses and knocked the shots back. "Fuckin' A," Luc exclaimed immediately. Peter seemed a little less phased by the shot. "Another?"
"Fuck yeah, boss," Peter said jokingly. Luc poured the glasses again and they leaned towards the desk to drink. They took their shots like pros and then remained there leaning forward. They looked each other in the eye. Luc leaned in slowly, Peter staying still, and Luc pecked Peter on the cheek. Then he kissed him again on the lips, and Peter kissed him back.

"Wait," Luc paused. He stood up and took Peter with him, and they undressed eachother as they walked towards the bathroom. It was a decent sized bathroom, and it had its own tub/shower in it (which all the office workers found a little outrageous. Luc turned the hot water valve on the shower

Luc unbuttoned Peter's shirt, and Peter, suddenly really drunk and excited tore Luc's shirt off. Their bare muscular chests rubbed against each other's, and Peter felt down from Luc's pecs, past his chiseled abs and down to his belt buckle. With obvious experience he unbuckled and unbuttoned Luc's pants in one move and fondled for his cock.

At the same time, Luc reached down and pulled down Peter's pants, not even bothering with the buttons and buckles. He managed to pull the butt of Peter's baby-blue trunks down, and Luc slapped Peter's bare ass. Peter yelped comically and kept kissing Luc.
They hopped in the shower together, and Peter quickly got on his knees and started sucking. He trailed his tongue down from the naval to balls, and then stuffed the full nine inches of Luc's cock into his throat. Luc, ever the authoritarian, vigorously began fucking Peter's face. He began moaning loudly, and as Peter became tired of deepthroating he got up and kept kissing Luc.

Luc kept feeling around at Peter's seven inch cock, and around his hairless butt too. He teased Peter with his fingers and really slowly started to reached into Peter's hole. Peter tensed up and then relaxed and let himself be taken over. As Luc reached more of his finger up there, and then started trying to get a second one in, Peter moaned over his shoulder and jacked off with his free hand. They were both ecstatic at this point.

"Let's relocate," Luc whispered in Peter's ear. They walked out of the shower and both grabbed towels from the rack. "Have you ever done it on a desk before?" Peter shook his head no.
As they walked toward the center of the room Luc ripped off Peter's towel. He moved everything off one side of the desk and laid the towel down. Peter looked him in the eye and smiled at him. He knew what to do. He bent himself over, naked ass leaning out.
"Wanna get funky?" Luc asked. His finger was already back in Peter's hole, and peter sort of moaned a yes. Luc reached into the drawer that was usually locked and pulled out a black leather bag. He emptied it and picked up a pair or fuzzy handcuffs. He fastened them on tightly around Peter's wrists behind his back.

"What are you gonna do to me, officer?" Peter asked sexily, with an obvious drunkenness to his voice.
"See this?" Luc held a cockring in front of Peter's face. "I'm gonna make you talk. I'm gonna make you scream.

With that, he lubed up his dick and put the cockring around it. He plunged the tip into Peter and he recoiled from the pain of the wide cock in his ass. He kept pushing it in though, and inch by inch Peter groaned in sweet pain. Then the cockring went in and he was in real pain. As the massive cock reached its base and began going back, though, Peter started enjoying it and got really into it.
"Like getting railed by your boss?" Luc asked.

"Yeah…I…do…" Peter responded between breaths. Luc grabbed him from under the armpits and pulled him up. He pumped him harder and harder, practically jumping into him now that they were standing. He shoved him up against the floor--to-ceiling window and fucked him harder. They both enjoyed the view as they made love, Luc caressing and stroking every part of Peter's body, and Peter screaming in enjoyment as the dick kept entering and exiting his ass.

As the two came to a loud and resounding peak in their fucking, they simultaneously climaxed. Peter squirted onto the glass, and Luc came right into Peter. They just stood there for a little while in each other's arms.
"I'm glad I stayed," Peter said.