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On 5/8/2020 at 1:18 AM, hornybrownbottom said:

Got fucked many many times in the hospital. The call rooms are literally as heavily used as they show on tv. 🙂

Mostly techs, coworkers, some staff and a couple of times some random hookups. 🙂

I must be working in the wrong hospital 🤣

Never any luck at work on the apps, only an OR tech, and one former Resident that I've seen on Scruff/Grindr. Neither really my type so I stopped looking. 

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Somehow, I have a strong principle: never mixing fun with work. Therefore, I missed some hot guys were clients of the law firm to I worked as a solicitor. Probably they weren’t open for gay actions. Now I work at a university. I hardly find hot guys among my colleagues (the majority of them are women) but among my students. OMG But there’s my strong principle again that I never start with my students. 
however sometimes I hooked up guys or I was hooked up and we met in my office and once my now ex bf fucked me on my conference table. 

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Actually, yes!

In 2005, I worked for a company that paid me to advertise their business in residential areas. One day that summer, I was in the neighbourhood of my married fuckbud, and while I was nearby, I dropped in on him for a roll in the hay. He sent his wife out to the bank with some cheques and cash, and when we were alone, he yanked my shorts down and swallowed my cock. When he was good and hard, he turned me over and plowed my tight hole. Twice we thought the wife was back home already because of upstairs noise, but they were false alarms, so we fucked until I couldn't take it anymore. Then he put his throbbing black cock in my mouth and I sucked him off until he came down my throat. 

I went back to work before the missus returned, and no one was the wiser for it. Regrettably, that was the last time we ever got together for sex, so it was nice to make that memory while we could. I wonder what he's up to nowadays?

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Not at work but during work. I have a guy I see about once a week. I take a late lunch and drive to his apartment. He always blows me really well. Puts porn on the Tv for me and just goes to town on my dick. 

 

A buddy of mine is going to take a PTO day from work and I'm doing the same. We're going to get a room and fuck all day. We're both married so really no other option. 

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Oh yeah, used to hook during work hours all the time.  i've written this elsewhere on BZ.

Living in VA in Hampton Roads, big military area. Norfolk has the biggest Naval base in the world.  There was a mall with a cruisy restroom about five minutes from my office called "Military Circle."   It was a long narrow restroom with about 5 urinals to the right when you walked in and then a row of about ten stalls, also on the right and parallel to sinks and mirrors. It was like an airport restroom, no door, just an S shaped entry way with  a guy doing shoe shine at the entrance.  It wasn't very private at all, but guys would have under the stall sex all the time, it was really busy.  Some cruise standing at the sink across from the stalls and look into the stall in the mirror reflection through the cracks between the doors, then go to the stall next to you if they saw you jacking.  Others would just signal by tapping their foot.  It was pretty common to have repeats and one guy in particular seemed to be there every time i would sneak over from work for a quickie.  It got to where in seconds he'd be sliding under the stall wall with spit on his cock expecting me to sit on it.. and i would. 

One day he followed me back to my office, unbeknownst to me, and left a note on my car letting me know he knew where i worked now.  i had a second floor corner office with floor to ceiling windows, so i could see cars coming and going from the parking lot.  He'd park where i could see his car, get out and glance up at my office and then walk into the restroom downstairs, i would go down the stairs to the small two stall restroom, go into the stall and he'd slide under, just like at the mall, with spit on his cock ready to fuck.   He was pretty Dom,  I miss him.

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Have had a few guys over to breed me in the hotel I work at. I'll leave the door ajar and give them the directions to a room so they can find me ass up ready to take their raw load. Have invited at least 5 guys over to fuck me but never a guest yet.

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2 hours ago, Rawbtmslut said:

Have had a few guys over to breed me in the hotel I work at. I'll leave the door ajar and give them the directions to a room so they can find me ass up ready to take their raw load. Have invited at least 5 guys over to fuck me but never a guest yet.

Cant wait for you to tell us you got a guest to breed you there

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I used to work at an H&R Block office years and years ago. I met a tall, handsome, sexy daddy who also worked there. We flirted for a long time and then one Sunday afternoon we were the only ones working there and when we closed up at 6pm, he took me right there on my desk. The office was in a shopping center so you could actually look in the window and see all the desks because the office was open concept (no cubicle walls). We got totally naked and he fucked me missionary style. We never noticed if anyone looked in the windows or not.  

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I use to be an outside sales rep, and I knew of all the cruising spot, rest areas and bookstores in my territory. Several days a week, I could suck or be sucked by some random guy. The first guy I fucked was in my company paid hotel room, and there were more than a few times. I would stop by a "friends" house while I was working and drop a load.

Today, I am in an office environment and I have been bred on my desk.

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I met a guy on silverdaddies.com.  he was a lawyer who had an office in the Chicago loop. I would go to his office and wait in the waiting area with other people waiting to see lawyers in the office.  It wasn't a law firm,  just a group of attorneys all with offices opening onto this waiting area. Anyway,  he would walk a client out, look around the waiting area see me and beckone me over. I would walk through a small hall into his office.  As I would strip, he would get a blanket and lube out of a file cabinet and spread the blanket on the floor.  I would be naked and have to get his penis out and suck him. He would undo his belt and let his pants drop. I would pull down his whitey tightys, and when he was hard enough he would tell me what position to get into and I would have to ask him to fuck me. Sometimes on all fours, sometimes on my back, not often but sometimes he would lay down and I would ride his cock. If we didn't do it on the floor he would bend me over his desk or have me lay on my back on his desk. When he was close to cuming he would say so and I would have to ask him to please cum in me.

Often, if he had an open appointment in the morning,  he would make an appointment for me to come back in the afternoon,  when he would churn up his earlier load and add another. Lol, I am sure lots of you have had the same wet patch on the seat of your pants when cum has escaped after a breeding and you have had daily life to get on with. I loved going back to his office for a second fucking with his first load soaking my underwear and leaving that patch on the seat of my pants. I would sit in his waiting area stinking of his cum .

Another time I was visiting a friend in Immingham in UK. I was just leaving for the airport in London.  A guy hit me up on squirt. Asked if I wanted a pump and dump. He was at work but  told me to go to the car park at the church hall in Habrough. It's kind of sheltered,  but that day happened to be polling day and it was packed. I messaged him and he told me to go to the village playing fields. Ir was a bit more open there, and while I waited several people walked by with dogs. Anyway he rode up on a council 4wheeler,  he was spraying weed killer along the M180.  He stood by my open car door I pulled his cover pants down, fished his cock out and sucked him for a while.  Then he said he wanted to fuck me , did I have a condom.  Told him I didn't use them as I stepped out of my jeans and undies, walked round the open door and bent over my bonnet.  Thought he was going to not bother, then I felt him come up behind me and push into my ass. It was hard to get into me deep because of his protective clothing. He blew his load pretty quickly.  It was a big load but it was all over my ass and back and legs well as in me. He was already doing up his suit and back on his 4wheeler and off before i sorted out my underwear and pants. I had his cum all on my hands and it was all on my underwear and jeans as I put them back on.  It was a rental car and i got cum on the steering wheel and the gear shift. I traveled all the way back to Chicago like that. My underwear was stuck to me with his dried cum when i pulled my pants down at a service station .

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I worked from home for a few years and would often have guys over to fuck me while I was supposed to be working. I've also hooked up with guys in nearby public washrooms a few times while on coffee break. I also had a buddy who managed a shop by my place and I would go over at the end of the day after everyone else left and he would fuck me in the stock room.

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Being a married (to a female) man, during business hours is primarily when I play.  Fortunately I have a job that I can meet up between clients.  Then return to see my next client with my ass full of sperm or my cock smelling like ass.  Always adds a thrill!

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I've always kept work and play completely separate, but there have been a few times that I've crossed that boundary.  2 of those times were an accident.  Two of the times weren't technically at work, as that would mean I'd be hooking up in a lav, which I WON'T do.

20+ years ago I was a concierge at a hotel in downtown Denver.  There was something going on in town and we had a lot of state level senators and congressmen from around the country.  One of them stopped by my desk and was flirting with me, and asked if there was any way I could visit his room.  He said he was married and needed to be discreet.  When I got off at 3, I was able to sneak up to his floor pretty easily.  I hadn't BB'd very much, but would on occasion at that point.  He didn't mention anything about a condom, nor did I.  We just got naked and I let him fuck me.  It was pretty quick, I'm sure I wasn't in there more than 30 minutes.  

A few years after I started flying I was living in NYC and laying over in Chicago, and went to Steamworks (I was in full BB mode at this point).  I probably took a few loads that night, one of them being a guy about my age, and a very sensual top considering we met at a bath house.  Months later I'm working a flight from ORD-LGA and one of the passengers looks familiar.  It was the Steamworks guy.  He was an employee commuting to NYC to work his trip.  It wasn't awkward or anything, we just exchanged hello's and a wink.  Oddly, I never worked a flight with him.

Recently, within the last year, I was laying over in Phoenix and had a "come fuck me" ad posted on BBRT.  3 guys had hit me up and were all on their way over.  One of them was really hung and the most fun of the three.  He wound up staying longer than the other 2 and I got a couple of loads from him.  When he was getting ready to head home, he saw my suitcase and asked if I was crew, and I said I was.  He said he was also, and asked who I worked for.  I told him and he said "me too".  I've kept in touch with him and we've met up a few times, he's always cool to play 1 on 1 or as part of a group.  He's no longer in Phoenix but we text every month to compare schedules and if I'm going to be in his current city, see if he'll be able to stop by.  We have no crossing paths in June, but I have no doubt we'll fuck again.

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