BIANCA (3)

Things at home with Uncle Xander were becoming intolerable, and maybe I just needed to reach out to someone I could still trust. Still, I was so embarrassed. I think I avoided where he might be for the next couple days. Then I ran into Mr Cleff, who was accidentally coming at me down the hall. As we approached each other, I quickly decided to just pretend the whole thing never happened. I smiled and said "Hi" like nothing else had happened. Mr Cleff smiled politely back and raised his hand in a friendly wave. We walked away without saying anything else.

That night, I had one of my most intense dreams yet. I don’t remember all of it, but it was Mr Cleff and me again, and we were passionately going at it somewhere. I must have been moaning or something. A hand suddenly touched me, and I was startled. It was my mom. She was asking if I was alright. As my vision cleared, I could see Uncle Xander standing in the doorway just behind her, wearing only his boxers.

I must have woken them with my moans. The creepy stare Uncle Xander was giving me snapped me out of my wondrous state immediately. I just knew the scumbag had followed Mom and wanted to see me having an orgasm as I slept. I brushed Mom off and assured her I was just having a bad dream. That asshole Uncle Xander put his arm around my mom, and as they turned to leave, he looked back over his shoulder at me with a fucking smirk on his face.

That was it; I just couldn’t go on like this. The next day, I knew I would have to face my issues. I really didn’t even consider that Mr Cleff might just completely blow me off. We were friends, yes, but maybe that was all it would ever be.

I planned to at least attempt a move on Mr Cleff, but exactly how and where, I didn’t have a clue. The next day was my Wednesday long lunch, and I had to at least find out. I felt like if I made a complete ass of myself, at least Mr Cleff was not likely to say anything about it to anyone. I hardly ate any lunch. I knew I was either going to make a damn fool out of myself or something. I left the lunch hall early. The hallways were empty as I made my way to the utility room, where Mr Cleff, always hung out. He would likely be eating his lunch about now.

Sure enough, he was there, just finishing a sandwich at his workbench. He heard me coming, and a warm smile came across his face as I entered the small room. I didn’t even have a plan, a request, or anything. In fact, I hadn’t even thought of an excuse to even be there. I just hadn’t thought this through at all. I sort of stood there nervously looking around. The small room was cluttered with cleaning supplies. Two large white tanks lined one wall. Mr Cleff had a small, worn-out couch sitting against the wall by the door. I guess he needed a place to sit and cool off after outside work. Along the opposite wall was a long workbench covered with tools and such.

Mr Cleff was expecting some sort of request, and I didn’t have any. He stood up, wiping his mouth with a napkin, and stood square in front of me. A clear thought would not even form in my head. I couldn’t have even strung enough words together to form an intelligent sentence. Mr Cleff was looking at me kind of funny, and the smile was drifting from his face.

"Is something wrong?" He finally asked.

"I missed you," I said. It just sorta popped right out of my mouth.

I could feel a tear forming on the edge of my eye as I just stood there. I blinked several times, trying to avoid having it run down my cheek. It didn’t work. The tear started trailing down my cheek. Mr Cleff was still holding his napkin and gently reached for my face to wipe away the tear. As his hand neared my face, my hand moved all on its own. I caught him by his forearm, and I wouldn’t let go.

I remember just standing there, looking into his dark eyes, hoping for some sort of connection. I didn’t care if it was only friendship, lust, or something in between. I just wanted to know if there was anything he felt for me. I can’t really tell you exactly who moved first, he or I, but the next thing I knew, I had my lips pressed up against his. His arms enveloped me and practically lifted me off the floor. Somehow my hand found a button on his shirt, and I couldn’t believe I was actually tugging at it. Just then, his hand reached up and grabbed mine. Our lips were still glued together, and I could feel the heat from his body through his clothing.

He used both of his hands to cradle my face as he pressed against me. I felt my body being pushed across the floor. I moved backwards just a little before coming up against the back of the door. As he flattened me out, I felt "it." At first, I thought it was his arm, and then I realized he was still cupping my face. My God, it was his cock, and it was pressing against my stomach. I couldn’t believe the thing could really be that damn big. In my dreams of having sex with a full grown man, it had never occurred to me as to the size of him being an issue. The guys my age were all relatively the same. Most acted like they were hot shit and hung like stud racehorses. All of them overrated themselves.

Suddenly, Mr Cleff stopped. He realized that what we were doing was visible to anyone coming in this direction. Anyone could just walk in on us. He released his grip on me and pulled me away from the door, which swung shut. He turned the lock on the knob. There was a small throw-bolt latch on the inside of the doorframe, and he slid it to lock the door from the inside. A wide push broom was standing by the door, and he moved it over to block the light at the bottom crack of the door. I assumed he did this whenever he didn’t want anyone to know he was in the tiny shop.

He turned to me, and without words, our lips met again. Mr Cleff’s sensual touch penetrated me to my very soul. As he leaned in, I could feel my heart pounding and my breath quicken. I felt my knees start to weaken, and suddenly he clasped my arms and firmly pulled me up against him again. I was kinda in unfamiliar territory right now, and I knew things were going to move fast. I felt uneasy as to how to control things, so I fell back on what I knew worked.

All the guys enjoyed my mouth on their cock. I knew blow-jobs. I sort of instinctively fell to my knees and began tugging at his zipper. I fumbled at the release on his belt buckle. The bulge in his crotch was noticeable, and I should have been somewhat prepared for what was next. His loose work pants dropped away easily. He was wearing dark-colored boxers, and I slid them down toward his knees. I could not believe my eyes. The length of his cock was longer than any I had ever encountered. The real shock was he was natural, uncut, I mean. I had heard about this but had never actually seen one up close. I figured this was maybe a cultural thing.

His cock hung at least half the length of my forearm, and the natural end made it seem even longer. I could tell that he was only half hard too. I gripped his shaft and pointed it straight out. Mr Cleff had the kind of cock that a girl could wrap both of her fists around like a baseball bat and still have enough poking out to play with. Its size and heft were simply awesome. I had done blow-jobs before, mostly because the guys liked them. But this time "I" was going to enjoy doing this. Hoo-boy! I was going to make this bad boy stand up and sing for me.

I was pretty familiar with what turned young guys on, and after a little adjustment because of the size, I was on my way to giving him a racked-out blow. I worked my tongue up and down his shaft. I probed more places than I had ever encountered before. Damn, I was having fun playing with all this. My knees sort of began to distract me, so I got up for a second and reached over to the small couch and threw one of the cushions on the floor. I was going to be here for a while, and I intended to be comfortable.

I knelt back down in front of him and continued slobbering all over that thing. I knew other guys liked their ball involved, so I sucked on Mr Cleff's, paying particular attention to the tender spot just beneath his shaft. Mr Cleff was standing near the center of the little room, but as I continued working on him, he began to sway a little. He sort of scooted over next to his workbench and grabbed for the edge. I felt him steady himself by pressing one hand on the top of my head.

I was now kind of sideways, and I kept up my effort by dragging my tongue back and forth along the bottom of his shaft. A couple guys in the past had really gotten off on this, so I figured to give Mr Cleff the full treatment. By now Mr Cleff’s cock was hanging just about straight out. I had enough spit on it to give it a very nice shine. I happened to glance forward toward his workbench, and there on the bench was a picture of his wife and kids. I kinda felt a little guilty looking at the little smiling faces, but hey, I didn’t plan on taking daddy away for good or anything. Besides, his wife didn’t look all that attractive anyway.