The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living person....This story is set in the 1960s, long before texting and mobile phones. *************************************************Our office party was set for Christmas Eve starting at one o’clock. As with every year our managers had a problem. The office had to appear to be operational right up to the last hour even though everybody would be at the. ”“Ensign White,” I called out. “Are your people ready?”“I won’t preload the rail guns, but missiles one and two have normal warheads. Missile three loaded a chaff decoy and missile four has the sensor unit loaded. We’ll launch missile four as soon as we locate the second planet,” Ensign White said.I watched the countdown as the first number dropped from eight to seven. “Under eight minutes to breakout. Everyone, take a deep breath and relax for five. I need you to be ready for anything as we. Then I grab them with my teeth and pull down on them. As I do your cock breaks free and stands proud and tall. I turn you around a slip your boxers down so that you can kick them off. As you do that I reach out and nip you on your right cheek, then lick the same spot. I let my hands join my mouth as I run them down your legs and back and I lick and kiss your gorgeous bottom. Tracing my tongue along the outer edges of your crack. You turn and tell me "that will get me in trouble. " And I tell. Zeke squeezed the little cock into hardness and expertly jacked the boy off.Patrick was overwhelmed. Zeke's tongue in his mouth; Zeke's hand manipulating his cock; it was driving him mad with lust and hunger. He wrapped his arms around Zeke and held on for dear life as he began to shake uncontrollably. His tongue lapped wildly against Zeke's tongue. His cock began to shoot streams of cum, depositing them on his chest and stomach."Aaaaargh!" Patrick moaned incoherently into Zeke's mouth as his.