My Origin Story - Fucking My Boss James You never really kn..
🕑 Added 2023-05-16 15:28:44 +0000 UTC
My Origin Story - Fucking My Boss James You never really know a guy until you know his kinks. James was my boss. He was such a cool guy, I loved working with him...he always had my back. I always felt he liked me as an employee because I was so by the book, yet had a great report with my members. A lot of the other gym managers would dress for work like they were gonna go workout at any minute ...not James. He would wear these silky, tight-fitted button-downs that clinged to his body like a wet t-shirt. Let me put it this way...I knew he had a 6-pack albeit I had never seen him with his shirt off. His body was in competition shape. Muscles everywhere, vascular and cut. He was blonde-ish with piercing eyes...I have to laugh because I never really realized how much I paid attention to the details of this man. ALL the girls wanted him. Many guys too. Members would pretend to have issues just to go spend time with him in his office...sometimes I would feel sorry for him when that type of attention would come his way. He was super straight laced...almost dorky...with these thick rimmed glasses. And he was a career minded professional. I had a bit of a crush on him but not a physical one...If that makes sense...more like I was attracted to his authoritative ease. He just seemed like he was in total control. But physically I wasn't turned on by him. Anytime we shared space I would feel self conscious and nervous...he was an imposing guy that's for sure. I was reeling from events that had happened earlier that day (I'm not gonna detail them here ...but I go in deep in the podcast). I was so numb I didn't care if members could tell that I had been crying. Closing time came and James was there working on his audit...so I thought. I was doing my walk through; making sure nobody was still working out...when I got back to the desk the phone rang. "Hey James" I answered, having noted the caller ID "Come into my office please" His voice, unreadable. If I was allowing myself to feel emotion, I would have been super nervous at this point. James liked me and was so friendly ...But I have seen him toss out members and fire employees. You don't want to be on his naughty list. I go in, not knowing what to expect. I have a seat while he is staring away from me, looking at some expense report or something on his computer. He begins without addressing me with eye contact. What could this be? Am I in trouble? I'm a great employee...Is this a raise or a promotion? "You know, I'm really disappointed in you." ...Definitely not a promotion He finally looks over at me. I'm confused. What could he be talking about? Just as I have time to wonder, he pulls out his phone and shows me a screen recording...of our security cameras. It shows me and Miguel exiting the locker room... wet... and long after hours. What can I say? I mean it would have been easy to lie and say that the shower head broke and Miguel helped me to fix it. Or something? But I felt a steely dangerous fire stirring inside me. It was a rough shift, and I didn't like the way he confronted me. It angered me. "I've seen you with this member before. Why were you spending so much time in the locker room after hours?" He demanded an answer and I couldn't avoid it. I just sat there quietly for what seemed like an eternity. "Are you gonna tell me what this is?" He presses. Something in his voice...I couldn't quite place it...but there was something there. "What do you think it is?" I retort. I know he's taken aback because usually I'm so agreeable. This is the part where a Brooks with more fucks to give would start apologizing profusley, begging for his job and good standing. But because of prior events I was currently out of fucks to give. "What it looks like to me, is that you are spending time on the clock engaging in possible ...behaviors, with one of our members" Busted. How could I have been so dumb. When Miguel and I were getting it on in the locker room, I was still clocked in! It must have flagged the system...James would have then checked the security cameras. I knew enough to know that HR doesnt take kindly to "stealing" company time, and definitely not to have sex. This was grounds for immediate termination, no matter how great of an employee you were. I looked up at him. I must have seemed like a total badass. I wasn't. My voice however was low, unnaturally calm...almost silky. "I could show you, better than I can tell you." At this moment I knew I had him. He broke for just a microsecond...he didn't show much, but it was there. Just a hard swallow and a slight dilation of his pupils. I get up and tower over him. "Stand up." I proceed to go into the locker room. James follows. I avoid the shower Miguel and I fucked in...it just didnt feel right to take James there. Instead I go to the larger handicap shower and turn the water on. It begins to steam. I stand in the water soaking my clothes. I must have seemed completely mad. My clothes cling to me like a second skin. "You wanted to know what we were doing right?" I said to him. This is the point of no return. He stands on the outside of the shower as I get drenched. He takes a step closer...closer. I reach out and pull him in. For a brief moment we just stood there. My eyes trained on him. He was looking down and away from me. But I knew he wanted it. He just needed permission. I reached out and gently moved his face to mine. He was pouty...almost sobbing. I leaned in so close to him and saw his eyes half close and his lips pucker out. He leaned in and our lips touched. It was slow and sweet. Like Miguel. But I didn't want slow and sweet, not right now. I began to kiss him more deeply than before. I removed the tie shackling his neck and let it fall to a wet thud on the ground. I reached for his top button, and with one quick motion yanked his shirt open clean down the middle sending buttons ricocheting all over the shower. He yelped in surprise. Honestly, I surprised myself ...Here I was shy, timid, earnest Brooks behaving like this. I remove his belt and drape it around my neck, as I get his pants down around his ankles. I pull his underwear off and his rock hard 6.5 inch cock springs up at me. I was glad to know he was enjoying it. I take his belt and tie his hands behind his back. I gently caress his body, slowly making my way up to his soaked hair. I grab a handful of it and pull...that in combination of his hands behind his back and his pants around his ankles makes him fall to his knees. I stand back for a moment just to admire my handiwork. He was panting, bright red and staring at me with a look of resentment. There was guilt there, as if I had found his dirty secret. But also there was desire. Years and years of wanting to be treated like this. It was like I was seeing the real him for the first time. The James that I looked up to ...the James that hired me ...the James that almost was a big brother type figure to me - always in control, always so on top of everything was on his knees begging me to take him. And I hated to disappoint. Suddenly I didn't want to be doing this. I felt small and dirty for this. I put one finger then two then three in James' mouth letting him suck them as I unfasten my pants. When my cock comes out, he recoils in disbelief. I step close so he can get a taste. He is slow and inexperienced, but I guide him, telling him to watch his teeth. He is going down as far as he can - not very far but I appreciate his effort- and looking up at me for approval. His puppy dog eyes make me a bit uneasy and turn me on at the same time. When he gags on it I note how his cock does a little bounce...and when I slap him across the face he begins to leak. Finally I stand him up. Turn him around, his cock pointing skyward, and with a great deal effort get the tip inside him. He's loud and yelling but he's also pushing back against me trying to take it deeper. I get enough in and start working back and forth till I build up to a pound. I am surprised that when I reach around to feel him, he's still rock hard...I begin to work him with my hands. He's moaning and asking for it deeper. So I give him what he wants. I can feel his legs start to tremble and I know he's on the edge so I finally put the full length into him, just as he nuts. Even though I have him tied up ...he expression, his loudness tells me that he's free. This pushes me over the edge and I cum deep inside him. Before I fully come down from my orgasm I pull out and put my throbbing cock back into my pants wincing with pleasure. I take another look and James' ridiculously muscled body. Without thinking much about it I struck him with force across his right ass cheek. He yelped again in ecstasy...My hand print would be on his ass tonight when he got home. Then without saying a word to him I left. Shower on, pants around his ankles and tied up, I left. The next day was an all staff meeting, we would hold them in the large group fitness studios. James was leading the meeting of course. He was so good at public speaking. People would hold onto his every confident word. It was such a turn on watching him in boss mode yet knowing what he was underneath it all. During one point he was going over our new payroll system and he looked over in my direction. Our eyes met. I gave him a slight raise of the eyebrow- you should've seen him turn flush red and stammer all over his words. He regained control but it turned me on. After the meeting broke he approached me in the hall calling me by my first name "----Hey do you think you can close the gym tonight?" He said. I looked around to make sure nobody else was looking and I walked in so close to him, I felt like I could see the adrenaline being pumped into his veins. "From here on out...you will address me as Mr. Brooks" I was just playing but it sounded cool. His breathing increased I could feel his body heat. I smiled " See you tonight" Thank you for reading If you're curious about the full story its detailed in my podcast Mr. Brooks: Locker Room Confessions Reach out to me: Follow me on Twitter, my DM's are open! @CallMeMrBrooks -J. Brooks
