Work had been on social distancing protocols for a while and I spent little to no time at head office anyway so they did not really affect. Of course when that changed to full lock down that changed and after a couple of days I found myself on the WhatsApp group, they main place to get any kind of interactions that were not full on meetings. I found it fairly mundane but every now now and then there was a run of blatant innuendo and flirting. It flared down as quickly as it flared up, but it gave a laugh and kept people’s spirts high. When we furloughed a lot of our people it stayed active but traffic slowed down a lot. On Monday it seemed dead all day until late afternoon when a message came up saying ‘this is boring now, no one has even shared any ‘accidental’ nudes!’ I am pretty sure the HR rep got whiplash replying so quickly and while it was stamped on there was a whole raft or laughing smileys sent back, in typical rebellious fashion. There was an apologising message and ‘policy email’ sent out There was only four people left working out of head office, mostly running minimal shipping and me, I was roped in as a senior manager who lived locally and I am sure, as a single man, low risk for being exposed to the virus. Work was fairly awkward as I was seen as the boss to a handful of people who did not know me and rightly assumed that I knew little about their jobs. It took me three days to connect that one of the guys was the son of the accountant, who I worked with a fair bit. Like all of us, he was single and although he still lived with his Mum, he was home alone as she had decided to self isolate with her boyfriend. On Monday I did not realise the time, it was six o’clock and I was still in the office. Danny was still there I discovered, slowly plodding round the building on lockup duties. The small talk was ridiculous and awkward as we walked out, he was joking about social distancing, asking what the point was, how finally he had the house to himself and he was not allowed to meet up with anyone and take advantage. We laughed and I nodded, blushing, as he said he was wanking off more than he did in his teens! I blushed, but of course I was in agreement with him. Not the same as the real thing he announced and the corridor fell silent except for the sound of our steps. I had a tingle as we walked and I found myself imagining this young stud, leaning back on the counter ahead, his trousers round his thighs, wanking his cock proudly. In my mind I cursed this lockdown, what was it doing to me and as much as I tried to stop thinking about it now all I could picture was this guys cock. “Yeah,” I finally spoke up, my mouth dry, “No girlfriend around to help you.” I felt so clumsy and transparent asking and I slapped myself in my head! He just laughed and said, “No, no girlfriend… You are alone as well then Mr Williams?” He asked and I laughed out loud, feeling even more older! “Jesus,” I bounced back, “Please, it’s Harry!” “You know what I miss most, Harry?” He said and it sounded like he was testing how the name sounded. “What?” I asked, my mind racing, was this really happening! Suddenly I jumped as the lights went out and with no windows the corridor was in total darkness. “It’s alright,” he laughed, “They are on a timer and motion sensor, they won’t come back on now until we get past the next door.” I broke a lot of rules. I moved behind him as we bumped the goods in desk and slid my arm round him, gasping as I found his thick mound. “Let me guess,” I told him, “I think I can help.” I was timid at first but as soon as he did not resist or move away I leant in more, working my hand around his shape as I did so. He moved and it looked like I was frisking him as he leant forward on the counter. He laughed calling me a natural as I undid his button and fly, sliding one hand down while my other went up under his polo shirt sliding around his fit muscled body. I am not usually fussy for what physique a guy has, but I was instantly into it now, thinking a mainly about how this twenty-something, son of my friend and colleague felt in my hands and how much I needed this. “Mr Williams…” he moaned under his breath and I pushed his trousers down. I grabbed this cock feeling how thick and heavy it was and I turned him to me. I bent at the waist and pushed my mouth onto it, letting it stretch my lips at the edges. I moaned at him as his fat tip filled my mouth and I knelt down so I could line up to take more of him if I could. He moaned my name some more as I let him nudge a little more and more in until I felt him push at the back of my throat. Relaxing I let him in and then I work his full length, the tip at my lips before I plunge forward taking him all in and loving the little gasp he lets out as it pushes into the tightness of my throat. He is rock hard and his breathing tells me he is close. I pull back of him long enough to catch my breath and tell him what I want, “Don’t stop,” I gasped, “Come for me like this…” “Oh Mr Williams,” he moaned again as sank back onto it, instantly he was throbbing and he swelled stiffer still. When it arrived I was ready, letting it throb and pulse, feeling it all the way in from my lips, across my tongue until his hot eruption swarmed at the back of my mouth and I gulped it down. I love how a mouthful of come makes me feel so naughty and especially like this. It was so sexy, but it got even better as I went to stand up, he held me and asked where I was going? “Really?” I asked, “More?” He did not reply, he just pushed me and now I was over the counter, he tugged my suit trousers down as I fumbled the belt open. I yelped as suddenly he was pressing his magnificent tip on my rear. Knowing it was folly I heard him spit and then his hand was in between my cheeks, massaging my hole, more drooling noises as I wriggled on impulse. I sensed him moving to represent his cock to me, but I was shocked when his now slippery dick presses briefly on my hole before bursting in to me. I cry out, but it is in delight and my cry echoes down the hallway. He fucks me hard and fast, his gorgeous dick pushing deep into me and I am crying out for him to repeat his sexy hot load, “Oh god yes, yes, fuck me,” I shout, almost embarrassed at how loud the echo is that comes back at me, “Harder, harder, deeper…” And suddenly the lights jump back on and we are stood there, still in awkward silence. “You okay, Mr W— Harry?” I am flush hot, my cock is swollen in my trousers and I feel my face burning, looking back at him. “Harry, you okay? It was just a bit of dark,” he adds, laughing, “Haha!” I pull myself together, trying to shake the images I have of him as we make our way out of the building. I stayed nearly all hard throughout the drive home and within minutes I was up on my bed, finishing off my little fantasy…