Date: Tue, 29 Oct 2002 15:33:13 +0000 (GMT)
From: Benzedrine Bedlam <benzedrine_bedlam@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Desk Job Part II (Gary Goes Italian)

This story is another episode from the affair between
Gary and Lewis. I am not intending Desk Job to become a
long series, but I will revisit the boys from time to
time, with each story standing alone.

This is fiction, and does not practice safe sex -- please
make sure you do.

Please let me know what you think of the story -- any
suggestions are very welcome. I love getting mail!

benzedrine_bedlam@yahoo.co.uk


Desk Job Part II
Gary goes Italian

A blast of warm air greeted me as I pushed the cottage
door open with one foot. I shuffled inside and set my
bags down. The front door entered directly onto the
kitchen, a traditional farmhouse affair, dominated by a
large oak table. I left the groceries in the kitchen, and
went upstairs with my luggage. Lewis had hired the
cottage for a long weekend -- a retreat for us to get to
know each other better he had said with a glint in his
eye. I grinned, hardly able to suppress my excitement,
although Lewis and I had been seeing each other for a few
weeks, we had not really spent much time together, at
least not fully clothed! A warm glow infused me as I
imagined waking up with my man, spending long hours in
bed together with no pressures, nowhere to go, just the
two of us. I smiled to myself -- this was going to be
perfect.

Descending the stairs to the kitchen, I checked the clock
--  6:15, Lewis had been called into a late meeting at
short notice and wasn't due at the cottage until 7. I
moved around the kitchen, unpacking the groceries I had
brought with me for the weekend. The blurb from the
travel agent said the cottage would be supplied with
everything we needed except perishables. As we had not
planned on doing much cooking, I had brought only a few
basic necessities -- bread, milk and wine; I opened the
wine and poured a glass. Sitting at the table  I admired
the view of rolling hills and endless countryside, sipped
my wine and absorbed the peace and quiet.

The past few weeks had been a bit of a roller-coaster,
Lewis exploded into my life after our late night session
at the office. His love-making released a passion in me I
had never suspected; having always been a quiet, studious
type I'd never expected to fall in love, let alone so
quickly and so passionately. Being with Lewis made me
feel complete. I smiled as the image of my lover
undressed in my mind, his broad chest was generously
carpeted with blonde curls which could not hide the firm
definition of his pecs. In my mind I felt the ridges of
abdominal muscles under my fingers, his hard stomach
divided by a blonde treasure trail, leading my eyes, and
my fingers, down to the full bush of hair at his crotch.
I felt a stirring in my own as I dreamed of Lewis'
crotch, beneath the golden curls his dick hung, long and
fat, above generous, shaved balls. It had become one of
my favourite things to bury my face in that delectable
package, licking and sucking at his cock until it rose,
engorged with lust. I just loved to make Lewis moan and
sigh as I pleasured him -- my tongue lapping at his
swollen love-muscle. He would shudder and groan deep in
his chest when I encircled his dick with my lips and
slowly descended, until my nose was buried in his golden
bush. Lewis had taught me how to give head, and I had
been a willing pupil, eagerly practicing my lessons on my
lover. I closed my eyes as the remembered taste of cum
filled my mouth.

My dreaming was disturbed by the rumbling of my stomach,
I rose and fetched the baguette I had just put away and
tore off a chunk. I bit into the bread, searching in the
fridge for butter. there was none and I had not brought
any. After cursing myself briefly, I spied a bottle of
olive oil on the counter, and deciding to go all Italian,
poured some oil into a bowl. The dunked bread tasted of
continental summer, rich and fruity. I dug into the
bread, soaked generously in the heavy, green oil. With
oil covering my fingers I put the bread down and licked
the juice up, the heady scent filling my nostrils. I
reached for my glass of wine, but my oily fingers could
not grip, I lifted it briefly but it slipped from my
grasp and toppled over. Luckily the glass landed on the
table and did not break, but its contents splashed across
my shirt.

I swore under my breath and unbuttoned the shirt,
stripping it from my body. Plunging the garment into the
sink, I stood, bare chested, squeezing water through it,
trying to wash the deep red stain out. Realising it was
futile, I gave up, and left my shirt in the sink. There
was still plenty of wine in the bottle, so I poured
another glass and sat back down at the table. I finished
the bread, soaking it in the fragrant oil, now I was
unencumbered by a shirt, I let the oil drip over my hand
and down my arm, enjoying the sensation of the warm
smooth liquid. Raising my wrist to my mouth, I licked the
oil up with long cat-like strokes of my tongue.
I was making a mess of myself, with olive oil dripping
from my hand onto my chest, when I heard the door open,
and Lewis walked in.

"Well you look like you're having fun." He grinned at me.

 "I was hungry." I protested.

Lewis approached the table and pinched my wine. To tease
him, I continued to lick the olive oil off my hand,
sensuously sucking each finger into my mouth and licking
my lips in mock ecstasy. He sipped the wine and watched
me, I played up to the attention of my lover, lingering
deliciously over the oil. When all was lapped up, Lewis
frowned in disapproval. He dipped his finger into the
bowl of oil and dripped it onto my face, setting down the
glass of wine, Lewis leaned towards me and licked up the
drip of green juice, reaching my mouth he descended, his
lips crushing mine in a hungry kiss. I love the way Lewis
kisses, deep and ravenous, it takes my breath away -- I
yield before his possessing mouth.

Lewis surfaced for air, still holding me firmly, his eyes
burned into me.

"Christ I missed you."

"Me, or my arse?" I teased him.

"Mmm, that too!" he said, reaching down to my pert,
rounded cheeks, Lewis fondled and kneaded, pulling me
close to him. As he held me firmly to his crotch, I could
feel the hard arousal my presence always caused. Lewis
bent his mouth to my neck, kissing and nipping at the
brown flesh, he knew all my weak spots, and mercilessly
took advantage. Moving his hands from my behind, Lewis
began to stroke my back, caressing the warm skin. He
rubbed his body on mine, his shirt cool against my skin.
Lewis suddenly pushed me away --  wearying of
obstructions, he tore his shirt from his body, tossing
the garment to the floor. My lover stood back for a
moment, staring at my naked chest; he bent his head and
took one pert nipple into his mouth. I hissed through my
teeth and arched my back, Lewis rubbed his hands down my
back, his fingers caressing the firm flesh. When he
reached my waist he scowled -- my trousers obstructed his
groping hands. He worked on the belt and zipper and
quickly dispensed with them; my shorts rapidly flowed my
pants to the floor. I stepped out of the clothes and
ditched my shoes. Standing naked before Lewis, I leaned
back against the table, showing off my smooth, toned
chest; Lewis raked his gaze over my body his eyes burning
into me. He stroked his hands across my shoulders and
down my arms, when he reached the wrists he grasped them,
lifting my arms above my head. I could see the approval
in his eyes as he saw I had shaved under my arms. Holding
up my arms with one hand, Lewis reached for the olive oil
with  the other. Letting go of my wrists, he poured oil
into his cupped palm. Lewis set the bottle down and
returned his attention to my arms. He stroked his
lubricated hands down my arms and onto my shoulders,
smoothing the warm liquid into my skin.

I reached for Lewis, capturing his belt, I pulled him
towards me, I raised my lips to receive the kiss Lewis
offered. With my hands still on his belt I took the
opportunity to free my lover's body from its coverings.
Lewis' cock hung, semi-erect above freshly shaved balls.
I sank to my knees and pressed my lips to my prize. I
licked his rapidly hardening shaft, running my lips from
its base to its tip. As I reached the head I licked all
round, kissing and sucking before wrapping my soft lips
around his shaft and taking my lover's cock deep into my
mouth. Lewis sighed as I gently blew him, he laid his
hands on my shoulders and stroked my hair.

Absorbed in Lewis' prick, I jumped as I felt something
trickle onto my back. I released my lover from my mouth
and looked up questioningly. Lewis had the bottle of
olive oil in one hand, pouring it onto my back. He
reached down with his other hand and raised my to my
feet. My man rubbed the fragrant liquid into my skin,
till I was slick and shiny. Lewis smirked at me and
suddenly upended the bottle. I moved to catch the stream
of oil before it hit the floor.

"Stop!" I laughed at him, "You're getting it everywhere."

"Not everywhere." He corrected with a smirk. "But give me
time."

Lewis began to rub the oil into my body, his big hands
making long smooth strokes. He soon had me slippery all
over, his fingers working the fragrant liquid into every
crack and crevice. Turning me around to face the table,
Lewis began to run his fingers up and down my crack, I
could tell he was horny now, his hard dick leaking precum
onto my leg with every contact.

I sighed with long-awaited pleasure as Lewis slipped his
finger past my tight pucker. As he felt the muscles relax
he slid a second into my warm waiting arse. I grunted
with satisfaction when Lewis found my button, he felt my
reaction and began to stimulate it, rubbing his fingers
over my g-spot.

"Oh, yes, Lewis..." I stuck my arse out, pushing back on
the table to counter the force of his hand in my hole. "
Fuck my arse,  oooh, I need it! Fuck, ahh, fuck me!"

The sensation of Lewis' big fingers stretching my arse
was heavenly. I had been imagining this moment all day --
his fingers probing, priming my entrance, preparing me to
take his massive cock. At the thought of the cock waiting
to pleasure me, I felt my knees go weak. Lewis grabbed me
round the waist and took merciless advantage of my faint
-- thrusting his hand harder and faster into my twitching
man hole.

Waves of pleasure rippled out of my arse through my body.
My cock ached it was so hard, craving more stimulation, I
lifted one hand from the table and began to jack off. My
oiled hand felt divine on my steely dick. Lewis didn't
agree.

"Naughty boy can't wait." he scolded, pushing my
shoulders so I fell forward,  abandoning my cock to grab
the table.

"Not with you, Sexy." I replied.

He slapped my bum cheek in response, but his greased hand
slid off with little more than a stimulating sting. Lewis
pulled me away from the table, and held me firmly to his
chest; he rubbed his hands over my body, roaming down my
chest to my stiff, throbbing dick.

"Ohhh, yesss." I cried, my head falling back against his
meaty shoulder, as Lewis took my prick into his hand.
Jacking me off with one hand, he held me firmly with the
other, his own cock grinding into my crack.

"Bend over, Boy, I need to fuck you!" he cried, pushing
me face down onto the table. He leaned down over me, his
lips to my ear.

"You are beautiful, Gary." He breathed as he slid into
me.

We moaned in unison as Lewis bottomed out, his cock
filling me. Lewis began to pull out slowly, the oil
lubricating his passage; he let the head of his big dick
reach my opening, almost popping out, before he slid
slowly back into my chute. Lewis repeated these slow,
deep thrusts, driving me insane. I pushed my bum back
towards him, wriggling from side to side to impale myself
harder onto his love stick.

"Fuck me Lewis! Stop teasing me -- FUCK ME!" I screamed at
him. I was barely able to stay upright, my arse was
bouncing around so much, trying to get more of the
dicking I craved.

"Horny little fucker." Lewis admonished me.

I responded with more struggling, my arms braced against
the table.

"The more you wriggle, the longer you'll have to wait."
He warned me.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I demanded.

"I'll fuck you when I'm good and ready, Boy!" he said,
still sliding slowly in and out of my arse.

Lewis reached for the bottle of oil, pouring more over
the exposed shaft of his meat. Setting the bottle down on
the table, Lewis grasped my hips firmly. I smiled to
myself, knowing this meant business -- I was not
disappointed. My man began to pump harder, raking his
cock over my  sensitive prostate. He thumped into me, his
balls slapping mine. Moaning deep in his chest, Lewis
began to hump me wildly, each thrust more determined,
driving us  both to orgasm. I felt my toes curl as the
first wave of my climax hit. I saw stars as Lewis slammed
into me, holding me tight as he shot his load into me.
The creamy fire coated my guts sending me over the edge,
I collapsed against the table as the force of my orgasm
hit, my cum firing wildly across the stone floor.

I felt Lewis slump on top of me, his sweaty chest pressed
against my back, our chests heaved against each other as
we gasped from our exertions. Lewis stretched out a leg
and hooked a chair with his foot, pulling it over to us.
He pulled me down onto the chair with him, his softening
cock still buried in my arse. He nuzzled at my neck,
murmuring into my shoulder, I leaned back, warm and safe
in the arms of my lover.

We sat for a while, Lewis gently stroking me, I reached
for the glass of wine still on the table, we sipped from
the glass, sharing the wine, and the peace after our
frenzied love-making. Lewis' caressing hands brushed over
my pert, sensitive nipples, causing me to shiver, his
hands began to wander with greater abandon, pinching and
squeezing the hard muscular flesh of my legs, up to my
smooth belly and toned chest. The massage was getting me
horny again, and I began to squeeze my arse muscles,
wanting to feel Lewis grow within me. I felt his cock
return to life, expanding to fill my hungry hole, I
squirmed some more, knowing Lewis was not fully hard yet.

"Do you ever get enough?" he demanded.

"Do you?" I countered, beginning to raise and lower
myself on Lewis' lap.

"Cheeky little..." he broke off as I tried a new
manoeuvre, rapidly pushing and squeezing my arse around
his hard tool. "Uggghh... oh fuck Gary, that's so good.
Oh yes!" he moaned as I danced in his lap.

Lewis held my hips and began to rock me back and forth,
stimulating us both. Our movements became more violent
and I almost fell off my man. I grabbed the table edge to
give myself better leverage, pulling myself up and down
on Lewis' cock. He was getting close, his strong hands
clamped around my pelvis, yanking me onto his straining
dick. Each time Lewis pushed me up, I let myself fall
back onto his big hard tool, impaling myself on my lover,
each thrust harder and deeper, till I was yelling with
pleasure bordering on pain. When it came, I could feel my
climax building in my  whole body, every fibre of my
being centred on my crotch. Lewis threw his arms around
me as I screamed, holding me tight while my cock sprayed
cum. I was dimly aware of Lewis' shudder as he reached
his own climax, filling my arse once more with his love
juices.

We sat for a moment, gathering our strength to move.
Lewis stroked me gently, his light touch such a contrast
to our earlier frenzy.

"Have you seen the rest of the cottage?" he asked.

"Yes, there's a living room down here, and two bedrooms
upstairs."

"Let's go check out the bed. " Lewis said.

"Mmm, what a good idea."

"I was thinking of having a rest, but well I guess we do
have to christen the bed." he replied, taking my hand and
leading me up the stairs.


Please let me know what you think of the story -- any
suggestions are very welcome. I love getting mail!

benzedrine_bedlam@yahoo.co.uk

Ben