Bro-Forma Statements: Senior VP Grant Part 2

This fictional story features only adult characters (18+) and portrays consensual interactions throughout.

Grant's office door was still half-shut when I got there.

I knocked once. He didn’t even glance up. Just said, “Come in.”

Grant sat behind his desk like nothing had changed, tie still tight, sleeves rolled neatly to his forearms, two monitors glowing blue light across his chest. But everything had changed. The moment in the men’s room had reset the rules.

He told me to sit. I dropped into the chair across from him, trying to play it cool. My pulse was already thumping in my ears.

He leaned back slightly. Not relaxed. Just observant. Eyes on mine.
“So,” he said. “Friday night. You and Bryce.”

My throat tightened. “Sir..look, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t..”

“I’m not upset,” he said, cutting me off.

Then: “I’m impressed.”

That word sat between us, hot.

“I didn’t expect a guy like you to suck dick like that.”

I blinked. “Boss, it was a dare. Bryce was...”

“So he dared you, and you just did it?” His voice didn’t change. Same tone he used in strategy reviews.

I fumbled. “I… yeah. I mean…”

He tilted his head. “So what if I dared you to do it again?”

I froze. My legs tightened. My cock twitched under the desk.

“Sir—uh…”

I tried to sound flustered. Tried to act like I hadn’t spent half my late nights in this building imagining something like this. But my eyes dropped anyway. Down to his belt. That sharp center line of his trousers. The way he sat, legs slightly spread, body sure of itself.

He caught the glance. “You wanna see it?” he asked.

I didn’t answer.

“Come here.”

I stood up slowly. My throat was dry. My body already reacting.

“On your knees.”

I lowered myself to the floor, one hand bracing on the edge of his desk. His chair creaked a little as he shifted, undoing his belt in one slow, deliberate motion. I watched every move.

The sound of the buckle. The soft slide of leather. Then his zipper.

He pushed his trousers down just enough to reveal black briefs, tight across his thighs. His cock pressed against the fabric. Thick, curved, already half hard. Bigger than Bryce’s. No question.

Then he pulled his underwear down. And it dropped.

Heavy. Full. A clean curve, cut and flushed, the head already glossy. A faint vein ran along the shaft. I swallowed hard, the scent of him rising..clean sweat and skin and cologne clinging to his inner thighs.

He didn’t say anything. Just leaned back and let me stare.

I wrapped my hand around the base. Thick. Warm. Veiny.

Then I leaned in.

The first kiss to the head was light. A test. My lips parted, tongue flicking over the slit. He didn’t move, but I felt the tension ripple through his thigh.

“Go on,” he murmured.

I opened my mouth and sank down. Slowly. Felt the stretch. The heat.

He was thick. The kind of thick that fills your mouth and sits heavy on your tongue. I sucked slow, pulling back just enough to swirl my tongue around the head before sinking down again, deeper this time.

He let out a quiet grunt. Almost a breath. Barely there, but I caught it.

I started bobbing. Building a rhythm. Using one hand to stroke what I couldn’t reach, spit starting to pool and slide down my fist. It got louder fast...wet, sticky, hot.

His fingers brushed the back of my head. Then pressed, gently.

“Messy little fucker,” he muttered.

I moaned around his cock, vibrating my throat.

“Look at you,” he added. “Suits and spreadsheets by day, choking on dick by night.”

I gagged slightly, pulled off, eyes watering, a thin string of saliva still connecting us.

He smirked. “That too much?”

I grinned. Wiped my chin. “Not even close.”

Then I went back down.

This time I used both hands...one stroking the base, the other massaging his balls as I sucked. He spread his legs wider, like he was offering it all to me now.

“Fuck, Dan…”

His voice cracked slightly.

“You suck cock better than my last assistant ran numbers.”

I didn’t answer. My mouth was full.

I sank deeper, feeling him hit the back of my throat. I breathed through my nose, swallowing around him, spit bubbling at the corners of my lips. His hand tightened, holding me there for a second. Not hard. Just firm. Controlling.

When I pulled back, gasping, he was fully hard. Thick, flushed, dripping from the head. I pumped him a few times with my hand, spit making everything slick. Then I opened my mouth again, wider, and took him in fast.

That made him groan. Loud this time.

“Jesus, Dan. Don’t stop.”

I didn’t.

My head bobbed. My jaw ached. Spit was everywhere...on my lips, his thighs, my chin. I kept going. Kept sucking. Faster now. More pressure.

He tilted his head back, eyes closed. Hand on my head.

“Keep this up,” he panted, “and I might give you bigger projects to work with.”

I moaned in response, the vibration making him jolt slightly.

“Shit...”

I felt it before he said anything.

The twitch. The shift in his hips. The grip tightening on my head.

“I’m gonna..fuck—”

I didn’t pull away. I braced myself. Took a breath through my nose and sucked harder, deeper, letting his cock fill my throat just as he came.

He groaned...loud, sharp. His thighs tensed. His hips flexed once, twice, as the heat of him spilled down my throat.

I swallowed. And kept swallowing. It was a lot. Hot. Salty. Clean.

He kept his hand on my head the whole time. Not pushing anymore. Just holding. Breathing heavy. Watching. When he was done, I pulled off slowly. Let his cock slide from my lips. My mouth hung open for a second, spit and cum mixing on my tongue. I licked my lips.

He just stared.

His chest rose and fell. Tie still perfectly in place. Not a single strand of hair out of place.

“Damn,” he said softly. “You really do know how to finish what you start.”

I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, still on my knees.

He tucked himself back into his briefs. Buckled his belt. Like nothing had happened.

I stood up.

He adjusted his shirt cuffs.

Then, without looking at me, said, “We’ll talk more tomorrow.”

I opened my mouth to speak.

He glanced at me. “Dismissed.”

So I left.

And I didn’t sleep that night. Not because I was nervous. But because I couldn’t stop thinking about how composed he stayed… right up until the moment he gave in.

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That's the end of "Bro-Forma Statements". Brad&Cody coming up tomorrow ;)