Here's another story I wrote for my lover. My first one is The Ballroom, that's been posted under gay/encounters. Hope you enjoy it and thanks to all who have e-mailed me some pretty fine praise. You can continue to e-mail me at hank_jameson@hotmail.com.
I show up at your office at 11:30 in the morning. I have just finished an appointment in a building across the street and think to surprise you and maybe do an early lunch. It's the first time I am here and I am impressed with the place. I knew you were a big cheese but never thought there would be this many people, the hushed buzz of a very busy office, phones softly trilling, muffled conversations, the occasional laugh from somewhere down the hall. Your receptionist tells me you are in a meeting and cannot be disturbed and would I care to leave my business card?
I tell her I wouldn't but that if she didn't mind I would wait a little just in case. She says she doesn't mind and I take a seat. There is a framed news release on the wall beside her that shows a photo of you shaking hands with an Oriental gentleman commemorating some fabulous deal. There are smiles and a lot of teeth but it's your hands that I notice: strong hands that have left marks on my ass as they pulled me deeper and deeper into you: hands that have urged me to go harder, faster. The idea of lunch is fast disappearing. I am beginning to feel a different kind of hunger.
Just then the receptionist gets up to deliver a file and I use the opportunity to sneak by. Looking for the washroom I can always say. I walk down the hall past several offices and then I hear your voice; firm and in control.
Your office is in the corner where it should be. The door opens and three men and two women file out, looking inspired. A good boss, I think to myself. I see you before you see me. You are in your usual business attire, although your jacket is off and your tie is loosened. I take in the way your shoulders and chest fill your shirt, the way your nipples make their presence known beneath the striped fabric. Your sleeves are rolled up showing off your hairy forearms. And then you see me. Our eyes connect and we both understand immediately. My hunger is your hunger.
No one else has seen me and I quickly enter your office and close the door.
"Is it cool?" I ask.
In response you pick up the phone and tell the receptionist to hold your calls. Then you stand up and walk past me to lock the door. The sight of your ass, the material of your pants accentuating the form, is like a punch in the stomach. It's almost as if I am winded. I want to rip the pants right off your body and bury my tongue as deep up your hole as I can possibly get. But I know we're in your office and can't be breaking any furniture or making too much noise. I also know how you like things.
"Take all your clothes off," I say.
And you do, all the while looking right at me. You are the sexiest man I have ever known. I love the way you flaunt it, slowly unbuttoning your shirt, letting it fall off your shoulders, revealing your gorgeous hairy chest. Then come the pants, but these are tighter and you have to wiggle a little to peal them off. You are wearing tight white knit boxers.
"Leave those on."
I just love to look at you standing there, ready to respond to anything I tell you. I see your cock beginning to swell, your muscular legs stretching the white cotton.
"Play with your tits. Pinch them."
And of course you do, immediately. You close your eyes and let your head roll back, showing me your thick neck and strong chin, already covered in stubble. It takes all the self-control I can muster to keep from tackling you and ramming my cock up your ass, fucking you like you've never been fucked before. Breaking furniture and making you scream at the top of your lungs now seem like a definite possibility.
"Turn around. I want to see your ass."
Slowly, slowly the heavy dented slab of muscle comes into my view and I notice a low grumbling noise coming from somewhere only to realize that it is coming from me. And somehow I am taking my clothes off. It's as if my brain has detached and something else has taken over. My cock is so hard it hurts. I look down at my throbbing prick and you take a step forward.
"Don't move!" I hiss.
And we just stare at each other. I feel like every cell in my body is sprouting a hard-on. A drop of pre-cum begins to appear at my piss slit. It gets bigger and bigger and starts to slide down over the engorged head of my prick. Another drop appears and I notice that a wet spot is forming on your shorts. I nod my head and you drop to your knees.
"Don't stop playing with your tits," I say as I take a step in your direction. "And keep your lips closed."
Holding my engorged cock in my hand I smear the pre-cum across the stubble on your cheek, over your nose, across your lips. Now the moan I hear is coming from you. I notice a full length mirror on the back of the door and I see our reflection; me standing above you; you sitting on your heels, your fingers on your nipples, a look of ecstatic devotion on your face as I continue to drag my dripping cock-head across your face. The noon day sun streams through the window and I feel as if I have found perfection.
"Look at me," I tell you, "And open your mouth."
Our eyes connect as I begin to slide my cock into your hot, wet mouth. Your lips stretch wider to accommodate my girth but your eyes never leave mine. And still my cock continues it course past your lips. I feel your tongue so alive under the shaft; feel the head of my cock pushing the limits of your mouth, pushing into your throat. Your nostrils flare as your lips finally make contact with my wiry pubes. Now the connection is complete: your eyes boring into mine and my cock down your throat. Everything feels so right, the moment stretches on and on.
Slowly I withdraw my cock and slowly push it back in feeling it get slippery and easier to slide back and forth. Then I am pushing and pulling faster. I hold onto your hair as you grab onto my ass and we begin one of our favourite activities -- the fully fledged face fuck. Again and again I fuck that sweet mouth of yours all the while feeling your strong hands squeezing my ass letting me know that you'll take everything I can throw at you, that you want it even more than I want to give it you. And as usual I am overwhelmed with the passion I feel for you, with the love and lust all wrapped up together.
I pull your mouth off my cock and lean down and take you in my arms. I am kissing your mouth, tasting my cock on your tongue. The taste inflames me, knowing that I am kissing the mouth that I was just fucking. I want you totally and absolutely. I want to devour each and every part of your body. I push you back until you are lying on the floor, your almost naked form a pornographic poem. I bury my face in your crotch, sniffing your scent deeply, chewing your throbbing cock through the stretched knit fabric. You are writhing beneath me as I rip off your shorts and push your legs up onto your chest exposing your glorious hole for me to plunder. I almost cum from just the sight of it before I dive in with my tongue, spreading your muscular cheeks as far apart as I can. Your asshole engulfs me and I am lost. Time stops as I lap and probe.
I am finally brought back by the sound of your whimpering whispers.
"Please--Please--Oh please--Fuck me--Fuck me--Fuck me..."
I look up and take you in my arms again. I kiss you letting you taste your ass as I finger your hole. The windows in your office go from floor to ceiling overlooking the river and I am struck with an inspiration. I stand up taking you with me. I lead you over to the window and place your hands up against the pane, placing them high above your head. I spread your legs. For a second I have to stop to marvel at your beauty, your muscular shoulders tensed in anticipation, the sensual curve of your back, and the awesome structure of your ass. I line up my cock with your hole and push until the head pops through.
"Do it, baby. Do it for me." I say.
You slowly back up your ass onto my inflamed cock and I marvel at the sight of my cock disappearing up your asshole. You stop several times but finally have my whole prick buried deep in your hole. I run my finger tips lightly, lightly over your back and chest, circling your nipples, eliciting gasps.
Just then the phone rings. The voice of your receptionist is reminding you of your meeting downtown at 1:30. You answer in a reasonable voice, saying that you'll be there, not letting on that her boss is presently being fucked by his lover up against a picture window twenty-four storeys high.
I place my hands squarely on your shoulders and start to fuck you the way you love to be fucked -- hard. Your ass is making love to my cock as I ram it home. I am twisting your nipples, licking your ears, pounding your ass, slamming your ass. I want to shout as loud as I can. Instead I whisper in your ear. I tell you how I'm going to fuck you forever, how you are my sweet assed fuck, my tight assed bitch, how your ass is mine. I twist your head around and kiss you hard. I replace my tongue with two fingers, keeping your mouth full, muffling your groans.
"I'm fucking you, baby. I'm fucking you." My lips are right in your ear. "This ass belongs to me," I whisper, "Doesn't it, baby?"
"Ungh, ungh, ungh." Is all you respond.
And then you're biting down on my fingers as you spray the window with your cum. Your ass is a vice on my cock and it takes all the control I can muster to keep from hollering as I shoot up your ass, pound my cock up your ass, shooting again and again.
You finally release my fingers. The teeth marks are deep. My knees start to buckle and we sink to the floor until I am sitting on the carpet and you are still on my cock. Your face is level with where you shot and as I caress your strong back you lick up your cum.
You slowly rise up off my cock.
"I have a bathroom with a shower," you tell me, holding out your hand. I pull you back down on me to kiss you some more as I finger your tender ass.
"I really got to get going," you smile, "I got a business to run."
"You're the boss," I laugh and swat you're ass as we both stand up and you lead me into the bathroom.