My [M26] boss [M45] knows I masturbate in the office and now he wants to finish me off

The door to the office creaked open, and I froze, my hand still wrapped around my stiff cock. My heart pounded in my chest as I tried to think of a plausible excuse, but it was too late. Mr. Thompson, my boss, stood in the doorway, his eyes widening as he took in the sight before him.

"Uh, what are you doing?" he asked, his voice a mix of confusion and disbelief.

I stammered, "I-I was just... uh..."

He stepped inside, closing the door behind him with a soft click. "This isn't the first time I've caught you like this," he said, his tone surprisingly calm.

My face flushed with embarrassment. "I know," I admitted weakly. "I'm sorry."

Mr. Thompson moved closer, his gaze never leaving mine. "You don't need to apologize," he said softly. "I'm not going to fire you or anything. But you should know that I've seen you several times now."

I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly dry. "I didn't realize you noticed," I mumbled.

"Oh, I noticed," he replied with a smirk. "Every time I walk by your office and hear those sounds, I can't help but wonder what you're up to. And then, when I see you like this..." He trailed off, his eyes drifting down to my erection.

I shifted uncomfortably, my hand still resting on my shaft. "It's just... when I'm alone here, I guess I get carried away," I confessed.

Mr. Thompson chuckled softly. "Well, you're not completely alone now, are you?"

My breath hitched at his words. "No, I'm not," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper.

He reached out, placing a hand on my shoulder. "Relax, Jack," he said gently. "I'm not here to judge you."

His touch sent a shiver down my spine, and I couldn't help but lean into it slightly. "Thanks," I murmured.

"So, what do you usually do after you get caught?" he asked, his fingers tracing small circles on my shoulder.

I shrugged, feeling oddly vulnerable under his scrutiny. "Usually, I try to pretend nothing happened and go back to work," I said.

He nodded thoughtfully. "But that doesn't seem very satisfying, does it?"

I shook my head. "No, it doesn't."

Mr. Thompson's hand slid down my arm, stopping just above my wrist. "Why don't you let me help you finish what you started?" he suggested, his voice low and inviting.

I stared at him, my mind racing. "What do you mean?" I asked, though I had a pretty good idea where this was heading.

He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against my ear. "I mean, I could take care of that for you," he whispered, his breath warm against my skin.

My cock twitched in response, and I licked my lips nervously. "You want to... um, jerk me off?" I asked, stumbling over the words.

He pulled back slightly, giving me a knowing smile. "If that's what you want," he said...

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