Someone to Watch Over Me

"Oh my God, yes!!!" Carson screamed. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!!!"

Blacklock carefully positioned his heavy body on the table to avoid crushing the younger man under his full weight and began forcefully plowing into Carson, spearing him with the fullness of his massive manhood again and again and again. For long minutes, the sounds of loud, satisfied moans and exclamations and skin hitting skin filled the secluded surveillance room.

Carson's wrists struggled against the handcuffs which they were enclosed around. He wanted so badly to touch G. Blacklock, Security Officer, or use his hands to tug on his own penis, which was impossibly stiff.

Carson had reached a state of ecstasy he had never imagined in his wildest dreams.

"Oh, Fuck, yes!!!" he shouted, a rapturous expression on his face. "Oh my God, yes! Yes, yes yes! Thank you, Officer Blacklock! Thank you so much!"

"Anything for my young man," Blacklock groaned out as he began to slam him at an increasingly faster pace, making the entire table shake with the force of his thrusting. Carson continued to loudly moan and scream his pleasure and gratitude.

When it seemed to Carson as if he was about to explode into orgasm, G. Blacklock suddenly reached down and removed the handcuffs in one fast move. Carson hardly had time to register his hands being freed before the security guard was physically moving his body, turning him around on the table. He then wordlessly positioned Carson into an all-fours position on the table. Carson was now facing away from Blacklock, who had gotten off the table and stood behind him.

On all fours on the table, Carson was looking directly at the door where he and Blacklock had first entered the room. Carson noticed the clock above the door, which indicated that it was after 10:00 AM. He was over an hour late for work. He was a no-call, no-show employee. That level of irresponsibility was completely unlike him.

However, the feel of Blacklock's entire manhood stretching him open once again banished all such thoughts from his mind. As he was fucked from behind while on his hands and knees, Carson fully surrendered to the delightful feeling of fullness that he was experiencing, the joy of being wanted so much, taken so passionately and deeply, and pleasured so fully. Blacklock's deep, guttural groans and grunts were music to Carson's ears and the younger man was only vaguely aware of how vocal he was being--moaning, gasping, and shouting his approval as Blacklock's cock continually probed into uncharted areas deep within his body.

After what felt like a long period of continuous carnal joy, Carson felt G. Blacklock's hands upon his throat, holding onto it firmly but not roughly. The security officer was now all out slamming his hips into Carson's ass, plunging his penis harder and deeper than ever before. Carson threw his head back and made noises that would have embarrassed even the most prolific porn star.

Carson didn't remember being moved off the table, but he became suddenly aware that he was no longer on his hands and knees on the table but was standing up. He was still being nailed from behind with full and deep strokes, but now Blacklock's arms were wrapped tightly around Carson's chest, pulling the younger man into him while his hips continued to push forward into Carson's backside. This was a somewhat slower and more intimate position and it felt wonderful. The older man's massive member had burrowed so deeply within Carson and had been going in and out of him for so long that Carson didn't know how he would be able to carry on with his day and life without this cock filling him at every moment. It now felt like an essential part of his being.

Carson's glassy eyes refocused on the room in front of him. He realized that he was now facing back toward the monitors which captured the movements of people on the first five floors of the building. Now that the workday for most people had started, there was very little activity in the main lobby or at the row of elevators.

Through the haze of sex that ensnared him, Carson felt a thrill at the realization that he had been nothing more than a random person passing by the camera's view until Blacklock had taken an interest in him and decided that he was worthy of being invited back to the surveillance room. Carson's eyes grew moist with tears as he watched other random people moving through the building on the monitors. None of them were fortunate enough to be experiencing what he was now receiving--the steel hard, thick manhood of a sexy and exciting older man plunging into him and introducing his body to the outer limits of human sexual pleasure.

This man had been watching him for months and Carson hadn't had the slightest idea he had captured someone's attention. It made him think of the lyrics of that old song his grandparents had danced to at their 50th wedding anniversary party the year before:

There's a somebody I'm longing to see

I hope that he turns out to be

Someone to watch over me.

I'm a little lamb who's lost in a wood

I know I could always be good

To one who'll watch over me.

Carson let out an almost maniacal laugh at having a memory of his grandparents and this quaint, old-fashioned song while in the middle of getting fucked by a man whose first name he still didn't know.

G. Blacklock, Security Officer.

What did the G. stand for? Gary? Gregory? George? Gabriel? Gavin? Graham? Geoffrey? Gerald? Gilbert? Griffin? Glenn?

God?

It was unlikely that Blacklock's first name was actually God, but to Carson, he was most definitely like a god who had come down from the heavens.

As his thoughts had begun to swirl while he was held in this intimate fuck position, Carson had grown much quieter than before, with only very soft moans and purrs escaping his lips. Recentering himself on the physical sensations he was experiencing, he became aware of his own hard penis flopping wildly back and forth between his belly and balls as Blacklock ground deeply into him.

Carson had begun to feel like Blacklock could keep him dancing on the edge of orgasm all damn day, but it was finally his awareness of his own dick flopping around that sent him over the edge. The orgasm that had been building up inside Carson for the duration of the passionate fuck finally erupted like a volcano. Carson moaned loudly once again as shot after shot of cum spewed forth from his flopping dick, hitting him in the face, neck, and chest, running down his legs, and splashing onto the floor.

G. Blacklock released Carson from the tight embrace of his chest and immediately took hold of his hips. With one final flourish, he began ramming into Carson at full force, prolonging the younger man's orgasm and continuing to draw copious amounts of cum out of him, coating his body and the floor ever more thickly.

Finally, with a roar, Blacklock buried his sheathed cock fully inside Carson one final time and let loose a torrent of cum into the condom.

Carson, still coming down from the height of his own climax, was panting heavily as he reveled in feeling Blacklock's pulsing cock deep within him. A minute later, Carson was gently pulled backward and laid back upon the table.

Blacklock stood in front of him with that now familiar cocky grin on his face. He reached down and carefully removed the condom from his penis. Carson watched with excited anticipation as the security guard held the cum filled condom over Carson's body and then turned it upside down and began dumping the contents up and down the younger man's body. Carson's body became a canvas for both his own cum, which had already begun drying on his face, neck, chest, and legs, and Blacklock's cum, which was being poured everywhere else.

Once Carson had been covered with cum, Blacklock dropped the empty condom to the floor and climbed on to the table, gathering Carson into his arms. Carson melted into the older man's embrace. They stayed like that for a long time. Carson closed his eyes and basked in the moment with contentment, even dozing off for a few minutes.

Eventually, he was awake again and looking into the handsome face of G. Blacklock, Security Officer. The thought occurred to Carson that Blacklock was probably older than his own father, and yet that didn't bother him at all. He had never had a particular interest in older men, but now that he had encountered this one, he never wanted to let him go.

"I need to be with you again," Carson stated, caressing the older man's chest.

Blacklock reached over to cup Carson's face in his hands. "You think I don't want the same thing?" he asked. "I'll fuck you every day for as long as you want it."

"I want it," Carson immediately affirmed. "I want it so much."

Blacklock's lips met Carson's in a long, sensual kiss. "I live right around the corner from this building," the security guard told him, giving him the address of the nearby apartment complex. "I get off work at five-thirty. And I know you're always leaving the office at five. I could be inside you again by six."

"Oh my God, please," Carson responded lustily. But with that, Carson suddenly remembered that he had a job. He turned around to look at the clock on the wall behind him. It was almost noon! Three hours had passed since he had first been intercepted by Blacklock at the row of elevators.

Before he could even vocalize his worry about being three hours late to work, Blacklock had placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder.

"Don't worry, Carson," he told him. "I'm going to be calling up to the law office in a few minutes to explain to them the ordeal that you've been through this morning, what with you getting mugged on your way to work this morning and having your wallet and phone stolen."

Carson stared at him for a moment, before finally understanding what Blacklock was getting at.

"Just leave everything to me," the security guard assured him. "You won't be in any trouble. You'll probably have the whole office fussing over you. And they'll be marveling at how quickly the police managed to catch the culprit and get your phone and wallet back." He winked playfully at Carson. "Also, there's a shower in the room next door to here. You can use it to get yourself cleaned up before you get dressed and head upstairs."

"Thank you," Carson answered, feeling his anxiety dissipating. He hadn't even considered what a sticky, cum-covered mess he was. He definitely needed to take a shower before going up to the law office. He considered something else, and then asked, "You know that my name is Carson?"

"Yes," Blacklock responded, standing up from the table and beginning to pull his pants back on. "In this job I can look up the employee keycards of everyone who works in the building. I've known your name is Carson McCafferty since the first day I saw you on the monitor."

Carson stood up, as well, and began to gather up his clothes which were strewn all over the floor. "Well," he said, "It doesn't seem fair that you've known my name all this time and I have no idea what your first name is."

G. Blacklock put his arm around Carson and brought their faces very close. "Maybe," he rasped, "I'll tell you tonight when I'm banging you again."

Carson swallowed hard, feeling himself getting aroused again. "Sounds like a plan," he responded, biting his lip.

Looking toward the clock, Blacklock seemed to realize it was time for Carson to get going. He quickly led him out of the surveillance room and opened up the shower room, which was right next door. While Blacklock went to call Carson's office and spin the lie about Carson being mugged, the younger man laid out his clothes on a bench next to the shower, grateful to see that his clothes had not gotten wrinkled and had also avoided getting covered with cum.

A few minutes later, Carson stood under the warm water and washed down his body, pondering the extraordinary events of that morning.

Suddenly Blacklock pulled open the shower curtain. Naked once again, the security guard stepped into the shower to join him. For a moment, Carson thought that he was about to be fucked once again, and he was completely on board with that plan. However, G. Blacklock surprised him by dropping to his knees in front of him, opening his mouth wide, and swallowing Carson's entire length down to the base on the first try.

"Ohhh...Ohhh...Oh my God!" Carson cried and reached out to press both hands on either side of the walls to steady himself.

"Oh, Officer Blacklock, you sexy fucker!" he moaned, thrusting his hips to fuck the older man's face. "Oh, you sexy fucker!"

Blacklock reached down to cup Carson's balls and begin rolling them in his hands. Slick, slapping sounds and appreciative moans and groans filled the steamy bathroom.

After a few more intense minutes, Carson yelled, "Oh God, Officer Blacklock, I'm gonna cum!"

Blacklock kept his lips firmly sealed around Carson's member, whose ecstatic cries accompanied his shooting copious loads into the security guard's mouth and down his throat. Blacklock gulped loudly, making theater out of ingesting Carson's semen.

When Carson's spurts had finally abated and his cries had died down, Blacklock released him from his mouth and stood up. He gently moved Carson's body to face the shower wall and pressed his cheek against the tile. He easily entered him once again and Carson moaned gratefully upon this newest penetration, his eyes widening and his lips quivering.

"Five-thirty," the security officer breathed huskily into his ear as he took hold of Carson's hips and began a steady rhythm. "That's what time I clock out, and I'm heading directly to my place to do you in every position we can think of. You'd best grab yourself a nice dinner before meeting me, because we're going to be busy once we get started."

Carson groaned happily as his ass began to clap loudly from G. Blacklock's increasing speed.

Soon Carson would be back at work, somehow finding a way to focus on his work tasks for the last four hours of the day. But at that moment, in that steamy secluded shower, the young man surrendered himself to unparalleled pleasure once again.

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By 5:45 PM, at G. Blacklock's apartment, the pair's hastily removed clothes formed a trail like breadcrumbs starting at the front door of the unit leading to the bedroom. Buttons that had been attached to Carson's dress shirt were now strewn all over the living room floor after Blacklock had impatiently ripped the shirt off of him. Blacklock had proceeded to tear Carson's briefs off his body with one mighty tug, the shredded underwear now hanging from a lampshade. Carson's wingtip shoes had ended up in different but equally unusual places, with one landing atop the bananas and apples in the fruit bowl on the dining room table and the other landing in the kitchen sink.

Blacklock's underwear and uniform pants were the final clothing items that came off, ending the trail right next to the king-size bed. The frenzied pace of the disrobing had slowed as Carson fell to his knees beside the bed, adopting a worshipful posture for what felt like a very sacred moment. With trembling hands, he'd slowly unbuckled Blacklock's duty belt with the reverent awe of someone unwrapping the greatest present they would ever receive. When Blacklock's stiff manhood was revealed to him once again, Carson felt a wave of emotion that something this wonderful had happened to him. This massive phallus in front of him had been offered to him for as long as he wanted to pleasure it and be pleasured by it. Which was going to be forever. He wanted this penis forever.

Grasping the mammoth organ in his hand, Carson leaned forward and planted a soft kiss on the head of the cock before beginning to run his tongue up and down the length of it, making it shine with his saliva. With focused determination, he then began to work his mouth around the long, girthy shaft, determined to express his gratitude and devotion to his new lover through this intimate sex act. Blacklock was delighted by Carson's perseverance to swallow his cock as deeply as possible, and he spurred the younger man on with his contented sighs and deep groans. The security guard ran his fingers affectionately through Carson's hair and told him how precious and sexy he was, and what an incredible job he was doing. Eventually Carson had gotten so far down the mighty shaft that Blacklock's pubic hairs were tickling his nose, causing him to chuckle around the cock that was lodged deeply inside his mouth. The sensation drove the older man absolutely wild, and he erupted with the force of a firehose into Carson's eager mouth. Carson proudly guzzled down the copious ejaculate like a thick, creamy milkshake. Blacklock ran his fingers tenderly along Carson's throat as plentiful gulpful after gulpful of semen passed through it. Carson feasted on the seed with gusto, staring up at the older man in complete adoration.

That evening and throughout the night, Carson's phone would receive numerous text messages he wouldn't see until long after the sun had risen the next day. Among these messages, his mother had texted to remind him that it was his dad's birthday the next day, his friend Molly texted to see if he wanted to join her for a midnight movie, his coworker Saagar texted to invite him to go cycling on Sunday afternoon, and his boss had texted to inquire if he was willing to take on a time-sensitive work assignment over the weekend. With each incoming text, Carson's phone dinged unheard notifications into the pocket of his slacks, which had ended up draped haphazardly over the front of Blacklock's flat screen TV in the living room. Carson, the normally reliable and responsive son, friend, coworker, and employee, was proving to be unreachable that night.

At the exact moment his mother sent a text to her only child, Carson was busy getting fucked. He was on his back in Blacklock's bed, his hands tied together tightly over his head with Blacklock's duty belt. Carson's anus was stretched obscenely around Blacklock's thick pole, which pistoned in and out at an increasingly rapid speed. Blacklock held his legs straight up in the air as he sawed his cock in and out, building to a point where he was mercilessly pounding the younger man. Carson had lost every trace of inhibition and sense of decorum. He was moaning, shouting, and squealing his pleasure so loudly that, at that very moment, several neighboring tenants were calling the Landlord to complain about the lewd noises, while another neighbor sat in their apartment jealously masturbating while listening to his cries of ecstasy.

Carson looked up at the strong, solid body of the man who had made this the absolute best day of his life so far. He hadn't known this man even existed twelve hours earlier, but now he never wanted to spend another day without him. From the haze of his lust, Carson realized he still had a lingering question for the security guard.

"Oh, God, Officer Blacklock!" he cried as Blacklock hammered into him, the sounds of smacking skin filling the room. "What's your name? God, you're so deep inside me and I don't even know your name!"

G. Blacklock, Security Officer, grinned down at him wickedly. Instead of answering, he placed Carson's legs upon his shoulders and then put his hands on the younger man's hips and started pulling Carson upward into his cock while continuing to slam downward at the same time. From this new angle, Blacklock's cock was hitting the younger man's prostate in all the most perfect places. Carson arched his back and began moaning and crying out at an even more indecent decibel.

"Oh, Officer Blacklock!!! Oh God, Fuck me!!! Please keep fucking me!!! I love it so much!!! Never stop!!! Please, please, please, never stop!!! I love it!!! I want it!!! I need it!!! I need it every day!!! Oh God, please fuck me every day!!!"