Date: Tue, 15 Nov 2016 01:46:51 +0000 (UTC)
From: mlanfranc@yahoo.co.uk
Subject: Danish Lubes

Danish Lubes

By Michael Lanfranc


They say a good business deal is one where neither party gets shafted. I
beg to differ.

Thomas had been my contact at our Danish fuel supplier for about eight
months. I liked him; we talked on the phone and sometimes chatted about
movies or football, but I never thought of him as more than a contact. It's
a very conservative industry, if you know what I mean, and business doesn't
usually mix with pleasure. Not my idea of pleasure, anyway. Then he came
over to London for a sales visit, and I got to see a different side of
him. Several sides in fact.

He'd obviously done a good job on the big clients in the shiny offices in
the West End, because he had time to spend a full afternoon in our slightly
tatty office out east. I like that: someone who doesn't neglect the smaller
customer.

We had a good meeting: he promised to supply the newest additives at the
same price as the old standard and I promised to give Jocelyn, the
not-so-tame lesbian who runs our accounts department, a solid kick up the
backside to make sure Thomas's invoices were paid on time. More
importantly, we established that The Hunt was the best Danish movie in
years and that Arsenal didn't have a hope against Bayern Munich.

I introduced him to the team and my boss. Rick was impressed. We'd got what
we wanted and hadn't given anything away other than a promise to pay up on
time, which is what we should have been doing anyway. But things dragged on
because Rick likes the sound of his own voice, and eventually he suggested
we retire to a nearby bar. Rick dragged Sandra, the office manager, along
too, because he fancied her. She came because Rick was her boss but also
because she fancied me. Of course I'd never encouraged her, without ever
explaining exactly why nothing was going to happen.

Thomas was a real charmer. He had Rick laughing and Sandra blushing, and I
couldn't help admiring him and even getting a bit turned on by his
banter. Rick had to leave after a couple of drinks, but he left me with
strict instructions to keep Thomas entertained. Sandra, seeing she had no
chance to get me alone, took the hint and left too, leaving this gorgeous
man in my hands, metaphorically speaking. Metaphorically for now, at least.

I bought us a couple more drinks and sat down. "You had Sandra eating out
of the palm of your hand," I commented.

"She's nice," he acknowledged, "But not really my type." I felt a twinge in
my pants, and felt I had to add that she wasn't my type either. Thomas gave
me a look as if he knew exactly what I meant, and I found myself staring
just a moment too long into those deep blue eyes. My stirrings were caused
by more than gratitude about fuel additives.

Thomas said he needed the bathroom, giving my thigh a comradely slap as he
got up. I spent the next two minutes uncomfortably shifting in my seat,
willing my growing erection to behave itself and wishing I couldn't still
feel his hand on my leg while at the same time wishing I could. His hand
seemed to have branded itself on my flesh.

When he came back, I offered him another drink.

"Best not," he said. "Too much beer leaves me gassy, and I'm flying out
tomorrow so I'd rather have a whisky back at the hotel. They've got a
better selection there" He gave me that look again. "You look like you want
something more. Why don't you join me?"

More stirrings. "I'd love to," I said, my mouth too dry to say much
more. Picking up my jacket, I let it hang in front of my trousers to hide
my obvious feelings as we walked to the door, a slap on my shoulder from
Thomas only adding to my distress.

Any doubts I had vanished when we got to the hotel and Thomas headed for
the lift. "Actually the bar's crap," he announced. "There's an even better
choice in the minibar. Come on up." He knew -- he must have known -- and he
wasn't playing around. He'd seen right through me and I was sure he wanted
what I wanted. I didn't dare look at him in the lift but when we reached
his floor a little tap on my elbow propelled me to his door like a turbo
jet.

The room was huge. There was a separate, luxurious bathroom but my eyes
were focused on the double bed, which looked wider than it was
long. Someone was clearly paying his company too much, but I was starting
to think Thomas had earned it.

He opened the minibar and poured two whiskies. "I need a stiff one," he
grinned, chinked the glasses and raised his own to his lips, his eyes never
leaving mine. I took a deeper slug than I should have and put my glass down
unsteadily. "Maybe you shouldn't be standing up," he said, and pushed me
backwards onto the bed. Before I could say anything he put his fingers to
his lips. I didn't dare move as he took my shoes and socks off and undid my
trousers but without removing them. Then he stepped back, pulled off his
tie and unbuttoned his shirt.

I gave a little sigh at the sight of his trim body and smooth chest. It was
everything I had hoped for and more. He picked up his whisky, drained it
and then pointed at me. "Shirt. Trousers. Now." I needed no second
telling. As I pulled my trousers and socks off, he did the same, but when I
went to release my by-now raging cock he shook his head. "No, no," he
smiled. "You can touch your nipples though. Just like you wanted to in the
bar." As I ran my hands up my torso and rubbed my nipples with my thumbs,
he stroked the substantial bulge in his underpants. I was so hard it hurt,
but he wouldn't let me touch myself.

Finally, at last, he stepped forward and ran his hand over my imprisoned
cock. I was twitching and jerking frantically, till finally he snapped off
my last defence in one smooth movement. Well, maybe not that smooth, but
smooth enough. My cock leapt out, sniffing the air, but it wasn't in the
light for long.

Thomas looked at my bulge with a smile, "There was me thinking you were one
of my smaller customers," and without waiting for a reply bent down and
slowly wrapped his lips around my dripping cockhead. He must have guessed
how close I was, because he released me and ran his tongue down my shaft,
tickling my scrotum with the tip of his tongue before grabbing me behind
the knees and laying my arse bare.

Spasms ran through me as he gave me the rimming of my life. I pulled my
legs back as far as I good to give him the best access, and boy did he
reward me. His tongue went round and round, darting in for a moment before
resuming its teasing. My hand moved down touch my cock, frantically waving
in the cool night air. Thomas looked up. "No." he commanded. "That's mine."

His finger replaced his tongue as he licked and kissed my shaft, and I felt
at last what I'd wanted for hours: something penetrating my moistened
hole. I wrapped my legs round his shoulders, loving the feel of his body
against my skin as I submitted to pleasure. I gasped again as his tongue
teased my tip, and he paused, with those deep blues looking at me. I was
incoherent with lust.

"Please... Yes... No..."

"No?" Thomas almost smirked.

"I could come at any moment."

"Don't you want to?"

"More than anything, but I still want to be this horny when you fuck me."

"You want me to fuck you?" His tongue did another quick circuit of my
cockhead while his finger gave my hole another jab.

"I bet even Rick wants you to fuck him. He just doesn't know it."

"But I'm not going to fuck Rick."

"No. You're going to fuck me." I'd hardly realised, but my fingers were
squeezing and pulling at my own nipples like crazy by now. Thomas raised
himself and again I felt the cool night air wafting around my shaft. His
finger was slowly slipping out as he got up to stand beside the bed, but
just as it was about to slip out he pushed it back in, adding a second
finger for good measure. He stood for a moment, looking down on me,
watching me abusing my nipples.

I knew what I had to do. I reached for his waistband and pulled downwards,
glad to see he was almost as aroused as me. Domination be damned -- I
leaped at his cock, barely pausing to savour the sharp odour of his uncut
glory before gobbling him down to my tonsils.

"You want that cock?" I heard him murmur through my reverie.

"Gmff, mpff, mmm," I replied, which was as articulate as I needed to be
right then. I didn't even hear him open the bedside drawer, but I heard the
squirt and felt the cool familiarity of lube as his two fingers became
three. I raised my knees to give him easier access, not wanting to
interrupt this moment. I was loving this moment, but finally I felt him
pull back so I reluctantly released him.

"Yes?" he said.

Yes. Oh yes. Yes.

"YES.".

And then he did it. Oh yes.

He came round, knelt between my legs and pushed my knees up. And I felt his
cock against my back, sliding up towards my hole. As my knees touched my
shoulders he was primed. I could feel him pressing against me, his hand
holding his glans against my waiting hole. I looked up into his deep blue
eyes and whispered,

"Now."

He dropped down, pressed his body against me while I pushed my muscle
against him, trying to wrap my sphincter round his cock like a snake trying
to swallow an egg. He gently pushed and I could feel myself stretching to
accommodate him. And then he was there. Thomas gave a great sigh as his
manhood slipped endlessly into my hole. And for one gorgeous moment he
stopped. I lay back, totally his as he looked into my eyes, with his
wonderful cock so far inside I could feel his balls against my cheeks. Then
he chuckled, pulled halfway out then thrust deep inside.

I groaned as the momentary paid turned to a deep warmth. He held it deep
inside and released my legs, so I wrapped them around his back, holding him
close, tight and deep. There was only one thing to say and I said it.

"Fuck me. Fuck me till you come inside me."

"Don't think I won't," he grinned, and then he leaned down and kissed me,
pinning me with his tongue and one and his cock at the other. Slowly, even
gently, I felt him start to move inside me.

"Your hole is so tight," he grunted. "I'm not hurting you, am I?"

"No," I gasped. "It's good, really good, soooo gooood!" He thrust slowly
and deeply, varying his rhythm and sending amazing sensations rippling
through me. I was open to his every thrust and pushed him away slightly so
he could fuck me harder and deeper. His panting suggested he was close.

"C'mon Thomas, take what you want. Take it. Take me. Fuck me. Fill me!" I
could feel him building to his climax so I grabbed my cock and tried to
bring myself off. Suddenly Thomas threw his head back with an animal growl
as spasms wracked his body and a string of Danish obscenities ripped
through the night. I felt him press as deep as he could as he shot his load
inside me, before he collapsed on me with a groan, his sweaty chest pressed
against mine and his slowing breath panting in my ear.

I eased my hand out from under him -- I hadn't come but it didn't seem to
matter -- and gently rolled us onto our sides. He was already drifting off
to sleep but grunted appreciatively as I ran my hand behind my buttocks and
stroked his balls, feeling his slightly softening cock still inside
me. Feeling that cock inside was amazing, even as it softened and oozed
out. I slipped into sleep having been fucked better than I had been for
months, luxuriating in the buzz between my cheeks.

When I woke up Thomas was gone -- or so I thought. As I lay on the pillow
half dreaming, the bathroom door opened and Thomas appeared, naked as last
night's vision. "Well hello," he smiled. He stood at the foot of the bed,
watching me for a few moments. I rolled onto my back, just to get a better
look at his sleek lines.

"You owe me," he said, and ripped the duvet away. He looked appreciatively
as my swelling cock sprang up and sniffed the morning air. Thomas smiled
and knelt on the bed. "This is for me," he lied, bending down and began
kissing my shaft. The warm wetness perked me up and Thomas slipped his
mouth over the head, sliding gently down until his nose was almost tickled
by my hair. My hardening cock pressed against his throat and seemed to push
his mouth off me. As he released me, he gave my cockhead an appreciative
lick. "Good boy. You know the drill: don't move."

He turned around and let me watch as his gorgeous arse advanced towards my
waiting cock. He let it brush up and down, front to back between his cheeks
as I admired that perfect physique, yearning to be inside him and stroking
his hips and flank.

As the tip of my cock caressed his hole I realised the cheeky sod had lubed
himself in the bathroom. But as I tried to pull him down onto me, he had a
change of heart. Turning around, he said, "I want to see your face when you
fuck me." Again my shaft navigated his crevice while my hands stroked his
thighs and flanks before settling on his nipples. He returned the favour
with his left hand while his right reached around to guide me to his beauty
spot.

We both gasped as he pushed himself down, his eyes locked on mine. I felt
his muscle stretching as he sank onto my cock. Carefully he lifted himself
and then eased himself down again. He didn't move much but just took long,
slow strokes while his muscle milked me. It was too much. I grabbed his
hips and thrust up as hard as I could, bucking into him as that shimmering
feeling spread through my thighs, up my shaft and burst inside him.

As I lay gasping and trembling, Thomas bent forward and kissed me, putting
his hands on my shoulders as he lifted himself off me and giving my cock a
farewell squeeze. I was still in a daze as he closed the door.

"Same shirt. Get lucky last night?" asked Sandra when I reached the office.

"You could say that. Arranged a big consignment of Danish lubes." I didn't
care if she got the joke.

~End~