Getting a Life

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Author's Note.

This story has two main characters, Tim and Mark. Each, in turn, gets to tell his side of the story. You, the reader, may choose to read either or both parts, or press your browser's back button and read neither.

Getting a Life Part 6 - Tim's tale.

I had gone to sleep in my lover's arms and now I appeared to be having one of those weird erotic dreams. Gradually I returned to the land of the living and realised that I was in the process of being fucked. Somehow Mark had managed to slide that cock of his into me, without wakening me and now I was being most gently rogered.

OK, if that was what he wanted, I'd play along. It was a wonderful fuck. He was so gentle and it took so long, then I felt the now-familiar bucking and had the thrill of him filling me with his jism.

He started to withdraw when I suddenly said, "No!"

"Shit, you did wake up. I've always wanted to fuck someone while they were asleep," said Mark sounding slightly deflated.

"Well, you missed this time and as a punishment for such a dastardly trick I'm not going to let you have your cock back," I said, snuggling my ass back against his groin and pushing his ebbing manhood back in me.

He wrapped his arms round me and cuddled me against him. There was a delicious pause and I enjoyed the comfort of being in those huge arms of his. Then I realised that he was actually holding me against him. He let out a slight gasp and sort of relaxed, but still he held me.

Something strange was happening to me. Although his erection was fading, I was beginning to feel full again. It was spreading further into me and I tried to move away from him but found it was impossible because of his grip on me.

"Lie still, or you'll make a hell of a mess of the bed," he said.

"What are you doing to me?" I asked, panic in my voice.

"Giving you an enema, he said. "You wouldn't give me my cock back and I was dying to go, so I'm letting you have the lot,"

"You filthy bastard. Stop it," I cried.

"You know what it is like, once you start peeing you can't stop until you have finished," he said cheerfully.

"But there is too much, it's beginning to become uncomfortable," I pleaded.

"Yeah. I was getting uncomfortable with it too, now it's your problem." I could hear him grinning as he said it.

Mercifully, I felt him get to the final squirts and by now my belly felt quite distended. We lay there for a few minutes and I examined my emotions. Yup, once more he was using me as a doormat; well, a urinal to be precise. As ever, the concept gave me an almost painful erection. What he had done to me was in no way dangerous or even seriously painful. All it, did was erode my self-esteem as an independent male. It seemed that I was quite willing to submit, and even enjoy, this destruction. After all he was man enough for both of us.

"OK, how do we get out of this, without making a mess?" I asked.

"I'll carry you to the bathroom and pull out there," he said.

Still holding, me he rolled over until he was sitting up on the edge of the bed with me on his lap and his shaft still corking my overfilled ass. Then he simply stood up and, holding me against him, feet well off the ground, took me to the toilet bowl.

"Now before I let you go, I want you to jack yourself off," he said.

So at his command I began to jack myself off so that I would eventually get addicted to his latest perversion. But I could neither stop him nor reverse the process. All I could do was pray that he would never tire of me. It was now no surprise to me that these thoughts made me cum quicker.

When he finally lowered me onto my feet and withdrew, I was amazed to discover that I had enough control to hold everything in until I could turn and sit on the loo, then my waters broke. Mark stood before me, looking down at me, hands on his hips with the satisfied look of a man surveying a good job well done.

He turned and started the shower and, when I was finished, I joined him under it. Soon we were kissing and cuddling and I was in love again.

After the shower we dried off and got dressed, him in his work clothes and me in my old clothes. Then I fried his breakfast while he made a mountain of sandwiches. When breakfast was over and we had stacked the dishwasher, we left for the Tube. It was quite early and the train was almost empty so I fell asleep against Mark.

He woke me just before our station and we got off. We went up to this office building, Mark spoke to someone on the door intercom and after a few seconds the automatic doors slid aside to allow us to enter.

As the doors slid shut behind us, things began to happen very fast. We had just called the lift when a guard dog, a rather large German Shepherd, came skidding round the corner at the far end of the foyer.

Now, as I said, I was brought up with this breed of dog. So I am fully aware of how their minds work. They are pack animals and their barking and snarling is just a method of reinforcing the pack's collective courage and helps to frighten their victim or attacker. In other words, it is 99% bluff.

I caught sight of Mark out of the corner of my eye and realised that he suffered from cynophobia, a pathological fear of dogs. If he panicked and ran, the dog would go for him and he would get savaged.

"Stand still!" I ordered and stepped between him and the oncoming dog. I could see that the dog was not well trained and was having "fun" at our expense. I knew exactly what it was going to do. At some point in its life, it had discovered that if it stuck its snout in a man's groin and barked, the man would shit himself.

There is a dead easy way to train a dog not to do this. You have to be fast and you must have courage, but once you have mastered the art it is very simple. So I waited as the dog rushed up.

True to form the snout was pushed into my groin, but than things began to go wrong for the dog. As quick as a flash I grabbed its nose with my right hand getting my fingers and thumb right round and into its mouth. Its nose and lips are very sensitive and, in this position, the dog cannot bite you. A very gentle squeeze causes it quite a lot of pain.

So I squeezed and the effect was magic. The snarling stopped and was replaced by yelping and whimpering. I stopped squeezing but maintained my grip. The sounds made by the dog soon brought a security guard.

I verbally ripped him to shreds about allowing a dog to get away with such a habit. When I had had my rant I told him to put a lead on the dog and get it out of here before I lost my temper. He was at a loss for words. To him, it was like he had pulled out a gun, fired it, and the bullets had bounced off my chest. Obviously he had never seen someone who knew how to control this breed of dog.

As he and the dog left, I turned to face Mark. His eyes were wide in disbelief and his mouth was open. The lift had arrived, opened its doors and shut them during the fracas and I now pressed the button to re-open them and led the way in.

"Floor?" I asked Mark.

"F, F, Five," he stuttered and I pressed the button.

"Did that actually happen? Did you really stick your hand in that dog's mouth?" he asked as his composure began to return.

"Look, my family breeds German Shepherds, I grew up with them, I have no fear of them because I can stop a dog with one hand, as you saw. It is not difficult and I was not being foolhardy," I answered.

"My little hero!" he said, giving me a quick kiss and a hug as the lift slowed to a stop.

The boss of the contractor met us and showed us round. Mark got hold of the diagrams and stood for a while looking at them; they meant nothing to me. Then the boss showed us to a storeroom which contained reels of cables, tools and some boxes of electrical parts. Mark seemed to understand what it was all for and quickly checked it out. I just stood there making intelligent noises but kept out of the conversation.

When he was finished, the boss wished us good luck and left.

"What is it you do for a job?" Mark asked me.

"I work at an answering service?" I answered.

"What's their number?" he asked. When I told him he whipped out his mobile phone and punched in the number.

"Oh, hi, I'm calling on behalf of Tim, your nightshift guy - yes that is the one. I'm afraid he has a good going laryngitis, poor guy has completely lost his voice, can't speak above a whisper, so he won't be in for a couple of days. - OK he'll phone you when he can talk again. Thanks, bye," Mark said and snapped the phone shut.

He was right, I was speechless, but not from laryngitis. The audacity of the man!

"Look, I need you here, we will have to work through until the job is finished or we get no money. Now that was a perfectly plausible excuse, they can't even ring you up to check your story as you couldn't answer the phone. So come and I'll show you what to do," he said, back to giving the orders again.

As it turned, out the job was very simple. Mark went ahead and sent a "fish wire" down the conduit, when it arrived at my end I connected the cable to it and called to Mark who then pulled it through as I fed it to him. Next I cut and made off the cable onto the connections in the box. When we had done all the cables for that box Mark would test them out then we would close up and move on to the next.

I found the work repetitive and boring so I was quite interested when Mark began cursing and swearing. I went along to see what the cause was.

"Some fucking moron has installed an equipment rack right in front of the sodding access panel," he was raving. "I can't get it open wide enough to get in. Shit, this is going to put us back hours and we'll never finish in time."

"But the gap is wide enough for me to slip in," I said, squeezing through the narrow gap. It was so narrow that I actually had to turn my head sideways to get through.

"Good God, I didn't think a child could have got through, that never mind an adult," he gasped.

When I had finished making off that junction box and slid out again, he called a halt for a meal break. He seemed very pleased with my work and estimated that we were running about an hour ahead of schedule. As the guards would have changed shifts, we dared to venture down to see if we could scrounge some tea from the new guard.

We walked into the guard's room and I did a double take on the guard. He was about our age, medium build and height, but he was an albino. I had never seen one up close before. Pink skin, pure white hair and the weirdest pink eyes that I have ever seen.

"Oh hi Ed, long time - no see. Any chance of a cuppa?" Mark said by way of a greeting.

"Sure Mark, you're my hero, scaring the living shit out of George's damn dog. Poor bugger was nearly in tears when I came on duty and his dog went and hid under the table," he said cheerfully.

"Oh, it was Tim here who saw to the dog. Never seen anything like it in my life. Just grabbed its nose as cool as a cucumber and the dog was whimpering," said Mark, causing me to go bright red.

For the first time the guard seemed to notice me. He looked me over in frank disbelief. Then I saw some resentment show in his eyes. It was similar to the look the kids gave me yesterday. He didn't like gays and he knew I was one. However he was polite enough and treated me civilly.

Once he had made us our tea and we were eating our sandwiches, he went off to the loo and I got to speak to Mark in private.

"He dislikes me," I said.

"Not exactly. I strongly suspect that he is a repressed homosexual. About three months ago, he ran into me having a shower on one site. I don't think it was accidental and he had a good look at my tackle while I was washing my hair," he said. "In a way, he is a bit like you used to be."

"What do you mean?" I asked, resenting the comparison.

"He has so many inhibitions that he seems to have built a prison for himself within them. You were like that until I knocked a few of them out of you," he said with a grin.

I didn't trust myself to speak.

"Look, I think he is dead curious about you. I don't think he even suspects I'm gay, but if anything starts, I'm gonna grab the ball and run with it. So get ready to play along with me," he said, still grinning.

The return of Ed stopped the conversation. Later as I was clearing up, Ed whispered something to Mark.

"Oh yes, he's gay alright," said Mark in a normal voice, causing the albino to show an amazing amount of colour on his face.

"I'm one too," Mark added, watching Ed's face with obvious amusement.

"But you can't possibly be!" exclaimed Ed in total disbelief.

"Why not?" asked Mark, suppressing laughter.

"You are so - well - er - y'know - manly," he said, dribbling off a bit towards the end.

This time Mark lost it, roared with laughter and I joined in.

"You mean you fuck him?" Ed blurted out, obviously operating his mouth before his brain had kicked in.

"That's right Ed, he is the best shag that I've had in a long time. Wanna watch me give him one?" Mark was being outrageous, but Ed gulped and the colour remained on his face.

"We are all locked in, aren't we?" Mark asked and Ed dumbly nodded.

"And no one can get into the building unless you let them?"

Another nod from Ed.

"Well let's go to the big boss's office. There is a nice view over London and the furniture is all well padded," he said, getting up.

Automatically, I followed him. Ed sort of reluctantly tagged along, but a quick crotch shot showed that he was most interested.

The boss's office was indeed plush. As we entered Mark told me to strip and I immediately did. This scene was turning me on like crazy. I left my socks on and it made Mark grin. As soon as I was stripped, I knelt before Mark looking him straight in the groin. We were playing out the first scene from last night's porn tape.

As he began to unzip his fly, I was licking my lips. When Mark pulled out his cock, I heard Ed gasp.

"Yup it's big and Tim here can take it on spit, can't you Tim?" he said. "OK Tim, slick me up and get me real hard so I can put you through your paces for Ed."

I did as I was told and gave Mark's cock a good working over. Ed was making gasping noises again and I wished I could have seen his face. Mark pulled my head off his cock and told me to bend over the boardroom table that had been most thoughtfully provided.

"Oh, do come closer Ed, I'm sure you don't want to miss the good bit where I stick it in him," said Mark.

When Ed was in position, I felt the head of Mark's cock glide into me. I sighed happily as he gently sunk the entire length in. Ed made an odd assortment of noises. If you had just been listening to a sound recording of the event you would have sworn Ed was being fucked and not me.

"OK Tim, how would you like it, rough or gentle?" Mark asked.

What a silly question. "Rough!" I exclaimed.

"Rough it is then," said Mark all but pulling out then commencing to fuck me with long hard strokes that soon had me blending pain and pleasure into one sensation.

Again Ed was making noises and, when Mark finally began to pump his seed into me, it was Ed that was whimpering.

Mark left it in for a while as all three of us caught our breath then he withdrew leaving me empty. Naturally I turned and knelt before Mark. He held out his cock for me to suck out the last of his load and lick him clean.

"God No!" Ed said as I slid my mouth round Mark's cock for the second time. "How can he do that?"

"He does it because I like it and I trained him to like it too," said Mark.

Again Ed made funny noises as I used my mouth to work on my lover's cock.

As I finished with his cock, Mark asked Ed, "Have you ever had a blow job?"

By now I could see Ed's face. He was in shock and looking further down his body I could see he was fully erect.

Ed sort of shook his head numbly.

"Blow him," Mark ordered.

I manoeuvred Ed until he had his back to the edge of the table, and he watched dumbly as I undid his uniform belt, unzipped his pants and let them drop to his ankles. He was wearing dark blue briefs and I had them down directly. This action revealed a rather interesting cock. It was quite large, cut and curved to the left along the length of the shaft. That might make for a fun fuck. It was as pink as the rest of him and, at the base, it was topped by a rather neat bush of the dead white hair.

He moaned loudly as I licked the precum from the slit and flicked across it with my tongue. Then as I licked the head he began to go weak at the knees and ended up leaning his buns against the table. By the time I had the head of it in my mouth, he was running his fingers through my hair.

"I think he had better stop now," Ed gasped out. "I'm gonna cum if he keeps on doing that,"

"You'd need a crowbar to pry him off now. Just let it blow and he'll do the rest," advised Mark.

"You want me to cum in his mouth?" panted Ed.

"Actually you have no choice. Do as I said, let it blow and he'll do the rest." I could hear the amusement in Mark's voice as he said it.

"The rest?" Ed managed to get the words out of his mouth with an effort. He was losing it fast.

"He'll swallow it for you so there will be no stick mess to clean up." Mark was revelling in watching Ed's dilemma.

"Nooooo!" cried Ed, just a fraction too late.

Ed did try some feeble pulling at my head in an attempt to get me off his cock in time, but I could tell his heart wasn't in it. With a series of curses he began to discharge his weapon in my mouth. His cum had quite a strong taste to it. For some reason I had expected it to be a bit bland. When he had given me all that he could, I let him have his cock back. He sort of slid down the edge of the table and ended up sitting on the floor.

Mark put his hands round my waist, lifted me up and stood me on the table. Before Ed's incredulous eyes Mark slid a finger up me that headed straight for you-know-where. When I began to writhe, he stuck my cock in his mouth and within a short space of time my nuts were empty too.

"You sucked his cock?" Ed said, obviously his brain was trying desperately to reject the evidence that his eyes were supplying.

"That's right Ed, and when he came, I swallowed it too," he said, lifting me down onto the floor.

"But you couldn't have. You're a man." Ed was almost sobbing, his neat little world of inhibitions, illusions and lies was crumbling to dust all around him.

"A gay man," Mark corrected him. Then he took me in his arms and kissed me, and a right spit swapper it was too. Ed began making that sort of whimpering noise again.

When we broke Mark told me to grab my clothes and go clean myself up in the rather expensive executive loo that was en suite to the office. I did as I was told, but for some perverse reason I kept Mark's cum inside me. The knowledge that I had it inside me kept me excited for the rest of the time I was there.

When I returned to the office Mark was alone and his face was split by a wide grin.

"Where is Ed?" I asked.

"He's gone off to deal with a blown mind. The little light came on inside his head and he has realised, to his horror, that he may well be gay," Mark said cheerfully.

"He didn't know?" I asked.

"Hmm. Yes, he knew that he wanted to have sex with men, but he didn't like the idea and suppressed it. He viewed gay men as effeminate weaklings who, unlike him, did not have the willpower to resist those urges. This allowed him to look down on those he saw as gay. So coping with the fact that I was gay almost took him out," Mark explained.

"So that is why he got so upset when you blew me?" I asked.

"Ah, that is an interesting point. Up until then I had been doing, to use his definition "manly" things to you. Screwing your ass, getting you to suck my cock. Now this left him a little mental lifeline, that I wasn't `really' gay. But as soon as I did something that he defined as unmanly, sucking you off and swallowing it, then that lifeline disappeared. It'll take him a while to sort it all out, I've given him my phone number, in case he needs to chat about it," said Mark.

"Are you going to fuck him?" I asked.

"I'm not sure. I think I'll ask Kevin round too. Ed may think his mind is blown now, but after Kev has finished with him...," Mark said evilly.

I could not help but agree, Kevin had left me a bit shaken.

We got back to work and put in six hour stint before Mark called another halt. Again the guard had changed shifts and there was a rather pleasant middle aged man on duty. He eyed me critically and said, "Did you really put your hand into the dog's mouth?"

I grinned and explained how the trick was done, but he just shook his head in disbelief. We had our tea and sandwiches then it was back to finish the job. By now we were on the home straight, as Mark put it, and come seven o'clock the guy from the contractor returned to find us all finished and tidying up. He looked rather surprised by the fact that we were finished. Then he and Mark spent half an hour running tests on the cables.

During this time I nipped off to the loo and reluctantly let Mark's load leave my body. After the guy had satisfied himself that we had done a proper job he opened his briefcase and handed Mark a thick brown envelope. Mark pocketed it and we put our coats on and prepared to leave.

No dog bothered us on the way out and once more I slept all the way home on the Tube. Everything went as normal until we got through Mark's front door. Then he swept me off my feet in a bear hug, kissed me and danced around not letting my feet touch the floor.

"You are a marvel!" he said putting me back on the floor. "Saving me from that dog..."

"I told you, that was nothing," I said modestly.

"And doing the show for Ed..."

"Now that really turned me on," I confessed.

"Not to mention the help on the cabling!" he said, pulling out the brown envelope and removing a thick wad of twenty pound notes from it. These he counted into two equal piles. Shit, there was nearly six weeks takehome pay in the one he handed to me.

"Now aren't you glad I phoned you in sick?" he said.

I nodded and he took me in his arms again. The hug was a gentle one and it was going on just a little too long, something was going to happen.

"Will you marry me?" He said the words in a small voice, but my heart missed a beat as I heard them.

"What?" was all I could get out.

"Move in, live with me, give up your job to keep house for me?" he said quietly.

"I don't know about giving up my job..." I said, knowing full well that the last pieces of my independence were slipping away from me. "Do you make enough to keep two people and pay the rent?"

"Rent? I own the house. It has been in the family since it was built, and you see the sort of money I can make. If you want, you can work on some of the jobs with me," he said.

His logic was wearing me down, soon I would just be an extension of him. There was one little spark of independence still going within me, it might be tiny but it suddenly flared to a startling intensity. "OK on two conditions," I said, surprising myself.

"And what are they?" my love asked me.

"The first is, I want to fuck you," I whispered in his ear.

"No way," he said, not even considering the idea. "And the second?"

"The second would frighten you more than the first, so I shan't tell you it until after I fuck you," I said, and I was speaking the truth.

"OK, how about moving in with me, but keeping your job and your own place going till we sort it all out," he offered as a compromise.

"Fair enough," I said, getting some heavy duty hugging in.

"Since you brought up the subject of fucking, which way do you want it?" he asked as his hands ran over my ass cheeks.

"Standing up, in the shower," I answered, "Slowly and gently, like you did this, er, yesterday morning.

We stripped off and got under the shower. Like the pair we had seen at the orgy, he lifted me up, I put my legs round his waist and my arms round his neck. Then he slowly lowered me down onto his raging hard on.

I found the experience of being lowered onto his cock an interesting one and, as I had requested, he did it all very slowly so I could feel every millimetre of him gradually widening my ring and filling me again. While we were in this position, we could kiss and he stuck his tongue so far down my throat that I thought he was trying to lick the head of his cock.

He didn't lean me against the wall, he just stood there with the shower water pouring on down us, gently lifting me up and down the shaft of his cock. It is a peculiar sensation being held off the ground by the guy who is fucking you. It made me feel so tiny and him so massive. Out of curiosity I held on to his neck with only one hand and played with one of his tits with the other. He groaned.

"Lean my back against the wall," I said and he did.

Now I could use both hands on his tits. He groaned even louder. I was not doing anything spectacular, just flicking my thumbs over his nipples, now I gave a gentle squeeze. This increased the groaning and the speed of the fuck.

I squeezed a bit harder and everything went up another notch.

"I thought you wanted a gentle fuck," he said through clenched teeth.

"I lied," I said squeezing as hard as I dared.

I was now being held against the wall and he was ramming his cock in and out of my ass like a piston.

"Oh yes!" he cried and I knew his time was near.

Just before he began to shoot, I gave both nipples a twist. He screamed so loud he nearly deafened me and I could feel him erupting in my bowels. I kept up my attack on his nipples until his seed was all spent and only then did I release them. Slowly we sank together to the floor of the shower, me still skewered on his gradually wilting cock. We lay in a jumble of limbs with the warm water spraying down on us for a long time. That had been a good one, for both of us.

He finally found the strength to lift me off him and then to stand up. Dutifully I got on my knees in front of him and accepted his cock when it was offered. Alas, all of his load had gone by the time that I got there. But I sucked on it all the same.

To be honest it was not really a surprise when I felt my mouth begin to fill. So I began to drink as he emptied his bladder into me for the second time that day. I timed my strokes on my cock well and came just as he was finishing. It was now a normal reflex for me to reinforce my training.

"You're learning," was all he said. Then we got dried off and went to bed.

To be continued.

Getting a Life Part 6 - Mark's tale.

I woke early and found Tim had that cute little ass of his pushed hard into my groin. I also found that I had a stiffy and decided that the two should go together. I have always had this fantasy of cuming inside a guy while he is asleep. So, just on spit, I began to slide into Tim.

I was as gentle as I could be and took several minutes just getting inside him, then, at a snail's pace, I began easing my cock in and out of his ass. The wicked nature of what I was doing was making me so horny that I had the greatest trouble keeping to my slow pace. Eventually I felt my seed rising and I let fly inside his guts. I was just pulling out when the little shit said, "No!" He had been awake all along. Damnation!

Then he wouldn't give me my cock back. This put me in a bit of a quandary as I was now dying to go for my morning piss. However it was easily solved by getting a firm grip on Tim and let it all go inside him. It was quite a while before he cottoned on to what I was doing and he got quite miffed about it, but there was not much that he could do about it, was there?

When I was done I left it in him so he could get used to the feeling then bodily carried him, my cock still stopping his ass, to the loo where I made him jack himself off before I pulled out and he sat down on the loo very quickly. Judging by the noise I must have really filled him. I was very satisfied with the way he behaved.

We got under the shower and I kissed him and cuddled him until he forgave me. After we got out and dried - he takes an age to dry my cock and balls - he made breakfast while I made some sandwiches for the job ahead. He slept all the way there and I had my arm round him, fortunately the train was almost empty.

We had just entered the building when a bloody great guard dog came belting round the corner Hell bent on attacking us. Now as I said, I don't like dogs. Well, to tell the truth they scare the living shit out of me. Apparently I got bitten by a dog as a toddler.

I knew that the door behind us had slid shut and wouldn't open, the lift would never arrive in time and there was nowhere to climb up out of the dog's reach. Then Tim stepped in front of me and ordered me to stand still.

What happened next I would not believe if I had not seen it for myself. He just stood there until the dog was on him then his hand flashed out, and I'm not making this up, he grabbed the dog's nose letting his fingers and thumb go into the dog's mouth!

I fully expected him to scream and pull out half a hand, but it was the dog that gave a shriek of pain then began to whimper loudly. The guard came round the corner almost as fast as his dog had done and Tim began to tear him to shreds. The poor man looked completely shocked as his pride and joy of a slavering dog was being held in a helpless position by someone as wimpy looking as Tim. Eventually Tim ran out of steam and ordered the guard to put the leash on the dog and get out of his sight.

On the way up in the lift, I asked if he had really done it and he played the whole incident down saying his folks breed dogs and he had been in no danger. He went up about a hundred points in my estimation. My knees had just stopped knocking as the lift door opened.

The guy from the contractor was there and he showed me where everything was. If the diagram was anything to go by the job was straight forwards but a bit bigger than I had realised and I was going to need Tim right through the night. So I got the details out of him and called him in sick via my mobile. He looked a bit nonplussed about, it but held his tongue.

Tim proved to be a quick learner and a neat worker. I only had to show him how to do something once and he was off and running. I let him do the cable feeding and I did the fishing and pulling as that is a bit more complicated and you have to have a "feel' for it so that you can detect when the fish or cable is jamming and back off before you make it worse.

It all went beautifully until we hit a snag. Some complete cretin had installed a ruddy distribution rack directly in front of the access panel that our cable run had to go through. There were about a zillion cables going into the rack, so it was impossible to move it and the access panel would only open enough for me to see our conduit and junction box but not reach them.

Tim arrived to see what all the cursing and swearing was about and he actually squeezed his body through the gap! He had saved my life twice in one morning. It took him no time at all to finish the work on that junction box, then he squeezed out and we closed the panel. I was hungry and I reckoned the guards would have changed shifts so we went down to the guard's room in the hope of some tea.

I knew the guard. Well there are only a few companies that employ them and I get around a lot of guarded sites. This one was called Ed. He is an albino and a homophobe. I suspect that his hatred of gays is really a cover for him being gay but being totally unable to deal with it. I've heard him badmouth gays but he went out of his way to catch me naked in the shower once. He got a good look at what hangs between my legs and he enjoyed the view.

He congratulated me on dealing with the dog. It seems the animal had been scaring everyone and its owner, George, had just laughed when anyone complained. I refused to take the credit and gave it all to Tim.

Ed gave Tim the once over and obviously did not like what he saw. When he took a loo break, I filled Tim in on some details.

We drank our tea and ate some of the sandwiches then, as Tim was clearing up, Ed whispered in my ear asking if Tim was gay.

I answered in a clear voice stating that he was. I didn't realise how obvious it is when an albino blushes. I then pointed out that I too was gay. This knocked the poor bugger sideways. Now he foolishly let his curiosity to lead him into asking detailed questions.

Basically he wanted to see two guys on the job so I offered to oblige and selected the managing director's office. Well it is big, nothing overlooks it and it has a nice view. As soon as we got inside I told Tim to strip. Ed's eyes bugged out as Tim jumped to it. He left his socks on, just like the kid in the video, so I decided that all I would do was open my fly like most of the black guys had done. All of this was appealing to the exhibitionist in me. Running Tim through his paces before an audience was a big turn on.

When I pulled out my cock and told Tim to slick me up, Ed's peculiar pink eyes were almost sticking out on stalks. God, Tim is getting to be a really good cock sucker. If I let him loose on my cock, he'll have my load out of me in no time at all. I pulled him off and had him bend over the table then invited Ed to come closer and watch me play "P.C. Plod hides his helmet".

I kid you not, Ed was making far more noise than both Tim and I put together and we were the ones who were fucking! I asked Tim how he wanted it and he decided on rough. Fair enough, rough it was.

It was a really wild scene, one cute lad bent over the boardroom table of an up and coming company in the heart of London and my cock smashing in and out of his ass as hard as I could give it to him. In the background, Ed was making the most bizarre noises and he was only watching. It was not a long fuck, the scene was too hot for that and soon I climaxed, which made Ed whimper, God knows why.

When I pulled out, Tim instantly turned and dropped to his knees to clean off my cock and get the last of my load. This just about freaked Ed out.

Now I had Ed well off balance so I asked him if he had ever had his cock sucked. He shook his head in that dazed way boxers do when they have been punched on the chin. So I set Tim on him.

The lad had Ed's pants round his ankles in nothing flat. Ed stood looking stunned as his briefs followed revealing a nice sized pink cock with a distinct curve to the left, that would make the girlies squeal if he ever got it in them.

Tim was doing an excellent job on it with his mouth and Ed realised that he was about to start taking pot shots at the bobbly bit at the back of Tim's throat. I told him to carry on but he didn't seem to understand until I spelt it out in simple words. But by the time he understood that Tim was going to gulp it down, he was already shooting. Ever so slowly he sank to the floor with Tim still sucking on his dick.

Now for the killer blow. Ed had seen Tim do all the things he expected a gay to do but he had only seen me do the things a straight guy could do to a girl. Left to his own devices, he would twist this round in his mind and work out that I was really straight and just butt fucking a boy instead of a girl and so on.

I lifted Tim onto the table, his cock was now at the right height and fingered him to make things go quicker. Then, before Ed's incredulous eyes, I took Tim's dick in my mouth and blew him until he shot. I also made it very obvious where his load ended up.

Ed tried his best to ignore what he had seen but his world was splitting open and dropping to pieces. Soon the poor man would have to face the truth. I sent Tim off into the executive bog to tidy himself up and I helped Ed to his feet. He seemed to be in a rush to get out of the room before Tim returned. I gave him my business card and told him to phone if he had any problems or anything he wished to discuss, then he was off like a shot, still pulling up his pants.

Tim returned and I told him what we had done to Ed. He asked if I was after Ed's ass. I said that Kevin might be of some assistance should Ed ever turn up on our doorstep. If he ever does, he'll leave with a very slack ass, or you can call me Mary.

We got back to it and I must say that Tim really impressed me. It was a long boring slog but he kept hard at it and never complained. He's a good little worker and I would not hesitate to use him again.

We took another break and discovered that the new guard - well they only do 8 hour shifts - was an older man. Tim's fame as a dog handler has spread and the guard was genuinely impressed with Tim. The poor lad kept going red every time it was mentioned.

We then got the last bit finished and began to tidy up and collect the tools. The guy from the contractor came back and we tested the system from end to end. Naturally, as I had been testing it piece by piece as we went along, it worked perfectly. He was very relieved that his contract was met and produced the plain brown envelope. I didn't bother to count it. If it wasn't the amount we agreed on, then next time he was up to the neck in shit, I'd just let him sink.

Tim slept with my arm round him all the way home. Well he had worked hard and I was proud of him. I had to do some hard thinking. Tim and I were lovers - no one could dispute that fact - but sooner or later we were going to have to have a serious discussion about our relationship. Oh I could dominate him totally when it came to sex, but in other matters, like with that dog, he could and did, take command of the situation. He was not the intellectual lightweight I had first assumed, nor was he lacking in courage when it was needed.

We were by now getting close to our station, I woke Tim up, we got off the train and went home. Once I got the door closed, I took him in my arms and hugged him, telling him how proud I was of him for saving me from the dog, what a good show he had done for Ed and all the work he had done.

He said that the dog incident was nothing, play acting for Ed's benefit had been a real turn on for him. So I pulled out the envelope and split the contents between us. His beautiful brown eyes got about two sizes bigger, I don't think that he had ever held that much money in his hands before. Well, he earned it.

We began hugging again, then something inside me gave way quite suddenly - and I realised I was asking him to marry me, well move in - give up working to keep house for me and let me look after him.

He looked a bit reluctant and I told him that the house was mine and he would have no rent or mortgage to pay. He thought for a while and then said that he had two conditions, the first being my ass. Sadly, I told him that it was not on and asked what the other was. He said it would scare me too much and I would find out when I rolled over for him.

In the end we hit a compromise, he kept up his own place and his job but lived here with me.

I was horny again and asked him how he wanted to be fucked, it appeared that he had seen a couple doing it standing up at the orgy and fancied a go doing it that way. He was fast becoming a kinky little beggar.

So off we went to the shower where we stripped off and, under the steady stream of warm water I lowered him onto my cock. It is nice fucking face to face, you can kiss and fuck at the same time. Then he started flicking one nipple. Yes, it turns me on too. Next thing, he has me lean him against the wall and is working on both nipples.

How the Hell does he expect to get a slow gentle fuck if he is squeezing my tits? So he got a right rogering instead. It was another of the "life draining out of my cock" fucks and both ended up as a tangle of arms and legs on the floor of the shower just after I shot my bolt.

We lay there for ages and when I made it to my feet Tim got on his knees and went for my cock as soon as I offered it. I doubt if he got any cum out of it but as a reward I began to empty my bladder into his sucking mouth. He made no protest and gulped it down. I didn't even have to tell him to jack off, he really was learning.

To be continued.

Comments and criticism are welcomed. Flames, like the cat, will be put out.

As ever I am indebted to RH for converting my chicken scratchings into something that passes for written English and doing the bit with the commas.