Erotic gay story of horny man crazy for boss’s scent: 1

Erotic gay story: Hi Guys! Thank you so much for all the positive feedback on ‘Innocent Smiles and Pervy Gropes’! You guys are the best! I honestly did not expect this much support and appreciation from you, so I never thought to write part two in advance. But I promise I am going to get to it as soon as possible.

In the meantime, here’s a story that I wrote a while back and was too shy to ever share. Thanks to your support, I’ve decided that I should give this story a chance to have its day in the sun. I focussed on the sense of smell for this story. I wanted to do one for every sense – taste, sound, etc. – but never really got around to it.

The laptop screen glared at Sahil. It was annoyingly bright even with the harsh fluorescent lights illuminating the rest of the room. Sahil was furiously typing away – he had to send this memo out before the lights went out.

It was really frustrating working for Keshav Motors; they expected you to work your ass off for them, even past your shift, but like clockwork, the lights would be switched off in the offices as if to show the rest of the world how well balanced their work hours were – what a scam!

Sahil has had to work overtime at least thrice this month; although, never this late. He quickly shifted his glance to the clock on his screen: 8:45. He had another 15 minutes until lights-out. Screw Karan for dumping this onto him last minute. He can be such a bitch sometimes, yet somehow, he can never say no to him.

Karan was his manager. Up until a month ago, they worked together. Then he got a promotion and now he’s always finding new ways to make Sahil suffer. He couldn’t lie though; his ideas for marketing were really effective. In just the last month, sales had gone up by 17%. Still, Karan was not the one who had to stay late at the office.

This again, had less to do with him being a bitch, and more to do with him finally getting his dues and being able to be the boss he was meant to be. See? This was the problem. Sahil couldn’t even bitch about his boss like a normal employee… he kept taking up for him – even in arguments with himself. And it didn’t help that he’d had a raging crush on him for as long as he can remember.

The first time he met Karan, he was fresh out of business school and thrown into the corporate world alone to fend for himself. Karan was the only one who took the time to teach him and answer all his stupid questions during his induction.

He was really nice, and looked it too with his friendly round face and longish dark hair framing his easy smile. And while Sahil thought he was objectively sexy, he wasn’t attracted to him, at least not until he smelt it.

It was during one of their discussions that he’d smelt it for the first time – a subtle citrus fragrance. It somehow caught him off guard but also calmed his nerves at the same time. It was as if this fragrance was what was anchoring him to his life.

And now that he had smelt it, he couldn’t get enough of it. So he tried to spend as much time around Karan as possible, hoping to bask in his scent.

Slowly, he started noticing other things about him: The blush-like shade of pink that always seemed to colour his cheeks and sometimes his neck. How when he wore one particular while shirt, his nipples would stick out much more than usual and you could see the silhouette of his dark nipples as if begging to be freed and licked on.

Or how some of his pants hugged his body like they weren’t put on but carefully painted onto his legs – leaving nothing to imagination: not where the curve of his thighs ended and cupped his cock, nor where the dip of his arse began. While these attractions he could handle, he was completely stumped by how sometimes Karan smelt like a mix of lemon and a dense, pungent musk.

Sahil noticed that this special mix of fragrances only made themselves known when Karan would work out before work. And it drove Sahil insane to know that he was inhaling the scent of Karan at his raunchiest and most real self. He would long for the days when there would always be a lingering smell of Karan’s sweat mixed in with his usual smell of citrus.

On such days, Sahil just wanted to push Karan against the nearest flat surface and bury his face into the curve of his neck and breathe in every last molecule of his sweet and woody scent, then slowly move to his clavicle as he licked every last drop of sweat on his way down to his two perky prizes – slowly biting off the first button, and the next, and the next until his prize was laid bare for the taking, waiting for his tongue to envelop it, his teeth to graze it – FLASH

Fuck! He got carried away thinking about Karan. It was already 9 o’clock. Cursing his bright laptop screen, he quickly typed out the rest of the memo. Surprisingly, the routers and the power supply were not switched off, just the lights – hypocrites!

He went through the memo one last time and hit send, and quickly sent a copy to print. Karan would want to make his corrections on a hard copy – Sahil knew how his boss worked.

Satisfied, he leant back into his chair and stretched his back and arms for a bit. Damn it, he felt stiff! And thanks to his little visit to fantasy land earlier, he felt stiff in more ways than he’d like to right now. He pressed down on the lump formed in his pants with the back of his wrist and hissed out a moan.

It had been a while since he’d last touched himself. Chalk it up to late nights and early mornings. The corporate life was really coming down hard on his sex life. He decided to have a nice long wank once he got home. He’d best look for a good porno so he can stretch out his wanking session and make the most of it – they seemed to be something of a privilege these days.

Sahil shut off his computer and packed up his stuff, adjusting his cock as he stood up so people on the train wouldn’t gape at his hard on. He was about to push his chair in place when the room went completely dark. He’d forgotten the lights had gone off and his computer had finally shut down taking away the last source of light from the room.

Now, the room was only lit from the lights pouring in through the glass panes from outside. He’d never been in the office without lights. It was unsettling but sort of exciting at the same time. It didn’t feel like a work place at all, and all of a sudden, he had the urge to pull out his cock and jerk off right here in the middle of the office.

He chuckled at his perverted thoughts as he picked up his bag and headed to collect his printout. He got hold of the sheets, which were still warm from the printer and walked towards Karan’s office. As he pushed open the glass doors, he found his senses attacked by a fragrance – citrus and musk.

He stood still and took in another tentative breath. This time, it went straight to his cock, making it warmer and harder. Fuck! Sahil walked in and let the door swing shut behind him. The room was warm, but in a more cosy than uncomfortable sense.

It was dark in here, except for some of the light filtering in, but he could still make out some of the stuff around the room. The desk was littered with a stack of files, a shut laptop, and some trinkets. He laid the papers down on the desk. Behind the desk was a chair.

Karan’s chair. He walked to the chair and sat in it. It was warm, like the rest of the room, and had an even stronger lingering scent of Karan.

He pressed himself into the chair – the place where Karan sits, the place that touches his thighs and caresses his arse. Sahil felt himself get harder. If the lights were on, he’d definitely be able to see a growing wet spot on his cream trousers.

He grabbed his cock through his pants and gave it a squeeze – once, twice, and again, and again until he felt himself get harder than he’d ever been. Sahil knew if he went any further, he’d cum right here in his pants, sitting in Karan’s chair, surrounded by his smell.

He forced him himself to stop and jerked his hand back, hitting the edge of the desk while doing so. It felt hollow.

He was curious, so he hit it again but the sound that bounced off this time was dense. He tried to hit the same spot he’d hit earlier and voila! The same hollow sound! Sahil pressed his palm against the panel and tried see if it would shift.

Erotic gay story of a horny guy’s wild fantasy for his sexy boss

It took a bit of feeling around, but it finally moved, revealing a small niche. He prodded in and found something long and firm. As he pushed his hand in deeper to grab it, he felt something slippery. He immediately pulled back his hand, repulsed. What the hell!

Sahil precariously lifted his hand to his nose and sniffed it. It smelt musky, yet familiar. He couldn’t quite place it. Perhaps something he liked to eat? He sniffed again, this time taking a deeper breath. It was almost calling to him… and to his already aching cock apparently, that seemed determined to spring out of his pants with every sniff he took.

He put his hand back in the niche and grabbed the object, pulling it out. He squinted his eyes – it can’t be! His eyes followed the two round bumps to the long cylindrical portion they were attached to. It can’t be!

Sahil brought it closer to make sure, and then it hit him, both the smell that was calling to him and the realisation of why it felt so familiar. It was a dildo!

To be continued…