Security Stories

After I got out of the military (and having been fired from a factory job for being caught on the back loading dock doing something with a guy) I decided to attend community college.

To pay the bills, I got a job working as a security guard. I was promoted to site supervisor due to my military background. This meant little more than having to fill in when other guards called in sick or whatever.

The site was a meat packing plant and there was plenty of opportunity for fun.

On Sundays, I made "surprise" visits to the site to make sure the guard on duty was awake and not screwing off. The plant was closed and there was no one around for miles.

This particular day a guard named Dave was on duty. He was a young guy, big and jovial, always quick to laugh and tell some kind of crude joke.

I decided to park down the street a little ways and sneak up on him, thinking it would be funny to scare him. As I approached the guard shack, I saw him sitting there with his back to me. I crept up, grinning to myself as I imagined his startled expression when I knocked suddenly on the glass.

Instead, as I got closer, I saw that he was jerking off.

I walked up quietly and stood there for a minute watching him. He had a titty magazine on the counter and his pants were around his ankles. His meaty fist was closed around his decent-sized cock, stroking himself slowly.

I slid the door open and he about came out of his skin. He stammered and stuttered as I walked in, fumbling desperately to stand and pull his pants up.

"Sit down," I said, and I pushed him back down into the chair. The cramped confines of the guard shack was filled with the scent of his sex.

He was mortified and apologized profusely, sure I was going to fire him.

"I was just bored," he finished as he sat there, red-faced, his pants and underwear still down.

I read him the riot act, telling him I could have been ANYBODY, from the captain to one of the supervisors from the plant, no matter how unlikely that might be. I took one of the report forms from the drawer and started filling it out.

He begged me not to put him on report. I stood there over him with the clipboard and pen and shook my head.

"I don't know how I can ignore this, Dave," I said with an air of authority and gravity.

"Please," he said. "I can't lose this job." I laughed inwardly at that, since he and I had previously discussed how the job sucked.

"Well, finish up, then," I said.

He stared at me with a confused look.

"Go on," I said. "Finish."

"I... I don't know if I can..." he said.

"Well, you'd better," I said.

He trembled as he started working his cock to an erection.

I dropped my pen and went to my knees to pick it up. He looked at me, wide-eyed, as I put my hands on his knees. I looked up at him and smiled. Then I lowered my face to his cock and kissed it.

"Oh, God," he said as I closed my lips over his dick and started sucking him. He sat there moaning as I gave him head.

It didn't take long. He shot a nice hot, salty load into my mouth and I swallowed it as he moaned loudly.

Then I stood up and grinned at him.

"I never knew..." he said, still surprised and a little confused.

"You're lucky," I said. "You've got a boss that'll suck your cock every week if you want,"

That was what he wanted.