Under the Desk
The living room was quiet except for the low hum of the ceiling fan and the occasional creak of the old leather office chair. Ralph sat at his desk—same one he used for work emails and late-night gaming—still in his faded gray sweatpants and black tee, legs spread comfortably. His cock was already thick and heavy in the soft fabric, half-hard from the way Vinny had been hovering all evening, biting his glossy lip and stealing glances.
Vinny stood a few feet away, barefoot in nothing but those same pale-pink satin panties and a too-short cropped hoodie that left his midriff bare. His hands were clasped behind his back like he was trying to look innocent, but the way his thighs kept pressing together gave him away. He’d been working up the courage for the last ten minutes—pacing a little, then stopping, then starting again—until finally he couldn’t take it anymore.
“Ralph?” His voice came out small, almost lost under the fan noise.
Ralph glanced over, eyebrow raised. “Yeah, princess?”
Vinny took one step closer, then another. His cheeks were already flaming. “I… um… I’ve been thinking. About… earlier. When I touched you.” He swallowed, eyes flicking down to Ralph’s lap and then away again so fast it was comical. “And I keep imagining… what it would feel like. In my mouth.”
Ralph’s cock gave an immediate, obvious twitch under the sweatpants. The outline thickened noticeably. He shifted in the chair, spreading his thighs a little wider without meaning to.
Vinny’s breath hitched at the sight. “But I’m… I’m scared I’ll be bad at it. Or choke. Or… or you won’t like it.” His voice cracked on the last word. “But I really, really want to try. Like… right now.”
Ralph let out a slow breath through his nose. His hand drifted down, palming himself once—slow, deliberate. “You’re killin’ me, Vin.”
Vinny’s eyes locked on that hand. Another tiny whimper escaped him. “Please? I thought… maybe if you put on some porn? Something you like? You could watch that while I… while I’m under there. So it’s not so much pressure on me. And you can just… relax. And pretend I’m not even there if I mess up.”
Ralph stared at him for a long second. His jaw worked. The wet spot at the tip of his sweatpants was growing darker by the second.
“You want to crawl under my desk,” he said slowly, voice rough, “and suck me off while I watch porn on the big screen?”
Vinny nodded frantically, tears already gathering at his lash line. “Y-yes. Please. I just… I want to make you feel good. And if you’re watching something hot, maybe you won’t notice if I’m… clumsy. Or if I gag a little. I promise I’ll try so hard.”
Ralph groaned low in his throat—half tortured, half reverent. His hand squeezed himself harder through the fabric. “Jesus fuckin’ Christ, kid.”
He rolled the chair back a foot, making room. The desk was one of those big L-shaped ones with plenty of space underneath. Ralph’s eyes never left Vinny’s face.
“C’mere then.”
Vinny dropped to his knees almost immediately—like his legs had been waiting for permission. He crawled the last few feet on all fours, panties riding up between his cheeks, face burning so red it hurt. When he reached Ralph’s spread thighs he hesitated again, forehead almost touching the chair seat.
Ralph reached down, gentle but firm, and cupped Vinny’s chin. Tilted his face up.
“You sure about this?”
Vinny’s lower lip trembled. “I’ve never wanted anything more in my life.”
Ralph’s thumb brushed over that glossy lip. Then he let go, rolled the chair forward just enough, and patted his own thigh.
“Under you go, princess.”
Vinny ducked his head and crawled beneath the desk. The space was tight—his shoulders brushed the underside of the wood, knees on the scratchy carpet—but it felt secret. Safe. Hidden. He settled between Ralph’s thighs, face inches from the massive bulge still trapped in gray cotton.
Above him, Ralph leaned forward, clicked the mouse a few times. The big monitor on the desk flared to life. A video started—blonde girl on her knees, mouth stretched wide around a thick cock, moaning around it. Wet, obscene sounds filled the room.
Ralph exhaled hard. His hand came down under the desk, tugged the waistband of his sweatpants down. His cock sprang free—heavy, veined, already slick at the tip. It slapped against his stomach before settling, pointing right at Vinny’s flushed face.
Vinny stared up at it, eyes huge. A soft, reverent “oh…” slipped out.
Ralph’s voice came from above, low and wrecked. “Go on, baby. Show me what that pretty mouth can do.”
Vinny leaned in slowly—nervous, trembling. His first touch was just his lips brushing the underside, feather-light. Ralph’s thighs tensed hard; a low growl rumbled out of him.
Vinny parted his lips wider. Let the head slide in—just the tip at first. Warm. Salty. Thick enough that his jaw already ached a little. He whimpered around it, the vibration making Ralph curse under his breath.
Above, the porn played on—sloppy blowjob sounds echoing Vinny’s own tentative ones. Ralph’s hand found the back of Vinny’s head—not pushing, just resting there. Steadying.
Vinny took another inch. Then another. His eyes watered instantly; he gagged softly when it hit the back of his throat, but he didn’t pull off. Instead he breathed through his nose, tears spilling, and tried to relax.
Ralph’s hips gave a tiny, helpless buck. “Fuck—good girl. Just like that. Slow. Let me feel your tongue.”
Vinny swirled timidly—clumsy at first, then more deliberate when Ralph groaned louder. The porn girl was gagging dramatically on screen; Vinny echoed it unintentionally, soft wet glucks every time he tried to take more.
Ralph’s breathing turned ragged. His free hand gripped the armrest so hard the leather creaked. “You hear that?” he rasped. “That’s how fuckin’ good you feel. Keep goin’. Deeper if you can.”
Vinny tried. His throat fluttered around the head; fresh tears streamed down his cheeks. Mascara ran in dark tracks. But he didn’t stop. He bobbed—shallow, then a little deeper—lips stretched tight, tongue pressing flat along the underside.
Ralph’s hand tightened in his hair. Not forcing—just holding on like he needed the anchor.
“Goddamn, Vinny… look at you. Hidin’ under my desk like a good little secret, suckin’ me while I watch some slut get face-fucked. You’re better than her. Fuckin’ way better.”
Vinny moaned around the cock—muffled, desperate. His own panties were soaked through now, cocklet straining uselessly against the satin. Every praise made him try harder—suck deeper, swirl faster, hollow his cheeks even though it made his eyes water worse.
Ralph’s hips started rocking—small thrusts, careful not to choke him too badly. The chair creaked with every movement.
“Gonna come soon, princess,” Ralph panted. “You want it? Want me to fill that pretty mouth while you cry around my cock?”
Vinny nodded frantically—couldn’t speak, just hummed desperately around the thick shaft stretching his lips.
Ralph’s thighs shook. His abs clenched. “Fuck—here it comes—”
He held Vinny’s head steady as he pulsed—hot, thick spurts hitting the back of Vinny’s throat. Vinny gagged, swallowed what he could, the rest spilling from the corners of his mouth, dripping down his chin onto Ralph’s balls.
Ralph groaned long and low, hips jerking through the aftershocks. When he finally relaxed back into the chair, he was breathing like he’d run a mile.
Vinny stayed there—cock still softening in his mouth, cheeks tear-streaked, lips swollen and shiny. He didn’t pull off until Ralph gently tugged him up by the hair.
Ralph rolled the chair back, lifted Vinny onto his lap like he weighed nothing. Cupped his wet face in both hands.
“Look at you,” Ralph murmured, thumb wiping mascara streaks. “Perfect fuckin’ mess.”
Vinny buried his face in Ralph’s neck, still trembling, still hard and aching in his soaked panties.
“Was… was it okay?” he whispered.
Ralph laughed—soft, wrecked. Kissed the top of his head.
“Baby… you just talked me into the best thing that’s ever happened under this desk. We’re doin’ that again. Soon.”
Vinny smiled against his skin—shy, small, but brighter than the monitor still playing forgotten porn behind them.
