Date: Tue, 28 Jul 1998 12:03:36 -0400
From: Michael Trent <seanchai72@hotmail.com>
Subject: Mailboys and Suits

MAILBOYS AND SUITS

by

Michael Trent

	So, when you work as a towel boy in a bathhouse you see
an awful lot.  That's only to be expected.  I suppose if you
work as a bartender in the right sort of club, you can get a
pretty good eyeful, too.  I never would have guessed that I
would be right in the center of the action.  I'm just a mail-
room boy in an insurance company.

	Naturally, there are lots of men in suits around here.
Most of them are in their late twenties, early thirties.  In
fact, most of them are glorified mailboys, pushing paper and
attending endless meetings.  They're a pretty repressed bunch,
overall.  The bunch of us in the mailroom aren't so uptight,
though most of the guys I wouldn't look twice at.  As for the
rest, the scenery helps make the job worthwhile.

	I've got a couple guys from work that I hang out with, but
I've known Dan Chavez since high school.  Dan's six foot tall,
and built wide and thick.  He's got black hair in a ponytail
halfway down his back, and brown eyes that look black.  He and
I go out for beers on Fridays after work, stay out 'til three
in the morning, and then head our separate ways.
Last Friday was a little bit different.

	Dan and I left work and went down to Connor's right at
five.  Connor's is a local's bar.  The suits usually go uptown
after hours, but the rest of us go just down the street.  It's a
small place, lots of smoke and bad lighting.  Even on Fridays,
when it's busy, it seems pretty quiet.  We walked in and went
straight back to the corner table.  We've got a great view of the
TV, a clear shot to the bar, and no one else comes back there
unless they're too drunk to find the front door.

	Dan brought a pitcher of beer over from the bar and
dropped it onto the table.  "I'll tell you what, Mike.  Let's
finish off this pitcher and then head back to my place to catch
the game and finish off the case of beer I've got in my fridge.
I don't know that I have the patience for this place tonight."

	"Sure, Dan.  Sounds fine to me.  Rough day, huh?"
   	Dan shrugged his shoulders. "I've seen worse."  He poured
himself a beer and slammed most of it right back down his
throat.

	"Got it."  I poured a beer for myself and took a good
swallow as well.  "I've been thinking about quitting."
   	"No shit?  Why?"

	"I'm bored.  Nothing ever happens around there."  I took
another swallow, and poured again.  "I have got to find
something more interesting to do than sort mail."

	Dan leaned over to me and said with a grin, "There's a lot
that happens around there.  You just have to know where to
look.  Finish your beer and let's get out of here."

	Since Dan was driving, I finished the pitcher.  Dan was
itching to get out of the bar right away, so we jumped into
Dan's truck and took off.  On the way back to Dan's place, he
started telling me about a couple of the guys that he knew.

	"Yeah, all the suits upstairs get it on," he said.  "You
ever see how much traffic the men's room gets?  Keep your eyes
open while you're dropping off the mail.  Men are in and out of
there all the time."

	"You're full of it, Dan."

	"I'm serious!" he said, stopping for a red light.

	"Whatever.  There are three coffee pots on every floor.
What makes you think that they're all fucking in the stalls and
not pissing coffee?"

	"Trust me, Mikey.  You know Jay and Steve in the mailroom,
right?"

	"Sure."

	"I caught them last week.  They were way in back of the
storeroom, behind some boxes.  I never would have seen them,
but Jay's shirt was laying on the floor."

	"No kidding?"

	"Nope.  I walked back to see what was up, and Jay had his
pants around his ankles.  Steve was giving him one hell of a
blow job."
	By this point, I was getting hard.  I'd dreamt about
getting with Jay and Steve, but I figured they had to be
straight.

	"In fact, Mikey, Jay's hung pretty damn good.  I was
surprised.  Steve was on his knees and working hard to get Jay
all the way down his throat."  Dan squirmed in his seat and
tried to shift his cock around without me noticing, but it
didn't work.  He was starting to get as hard as I was, and it
looked like he had a fairly sizable package.
   	"That must have been a sight."

	"It got better when Steve spun Jay around and bent him
over a couple of boxes."

	"You're shitting me."

	"Nope."  He looked over at me, and I saw him take a quick
glance at my crotch before turning back to the road.
   	"I wouldn't have guessed it was so interesting back 
there."

	"Neither would I," Dan said, smiling again as he made a
left turn.


	Twenty minutes after we got to Dan's place, we had
stripped down to our boxers, flipped on the TV, and sprawled
out on the couch.

	"So, who else in the mailroom takes 'fuck me' breaks?" I
asked Dan, trying to sound more bored than horny.  I looked
over at his boxers, just to see what he was feeling like.  His
dick hadn't calmed down at all since we'd been talking in the
car.  I wanted to see if I could get him harder and leaking.
My cock was completely hard, but I hid it beneath my arm.

	Dan kept his eyes glued to the TV.  "Jay and Steve,
Derrick, Bob, and both Gregs.  At least, those are the only
guys I know for sure."  He paused for a moment and looked down
at the pole in his boxers.  "I gotta break for the toilet.  Be
right back."
   
	He jumped up and practically ran for the bathroom.  I was
rock solid at that point.  I pulled the waistband of my boxers
over my cock and set it beneath my balls.  I have a solid seven
and a half inches of my own, fairly thick.  I grasped the shaft
with my left hand and cupped my balls in my right hand.  I
started to move my hands, squeezing my cock and balls slowly.
The pressure of the elastic under my sack made me shiver.  A
drop of clear precum ran out the slit and I rubbed it around on
the head of my dick.

	Dan walked out and caught me, cock in hand, and my finger
in my mouth, tasting my juice.

	"You want to taste my cock?" he asked, grinning.  I could
see the wet stain on the front of his blue boxers right at the
point of the tent his cock made.

	"You bet I do," I said. "Get your ass over here."
   	Dan turned off the television, and came over to stand
right in front of me.  He put his hand on the back of my head
and drew me into his crotch.  My eager tongue ran over the
cotton of his shorts, and I surrounded his shaft with my mouth.
He groaned, grinding himself into my face.  His scent, musky
and strong from the day, made me crazy.  I pulled his boxers
down to the floor.

	"Damn, Mikey, I wish I'd known about you sooner," he said.
I pulled a condom out of my jeans pocket, and set it up against
the tip of his gorgeous meat.  His dick was shaped just like he
was, long and thick, with a perfect head.  I rolled the rubber
on to his dick with my mouth, feeling the tube and all the
veins on the underside of his cock with my tongue.  I reached
up to his chest and rubbed his nipples lightly; he pushed
harder into my mouth.  I drew back and began to bob my head on
his pole, starting out gentle and slow.

	Dan's hands rested on the top of my head, pulling me down
onto him, forcing me to open my throat to take him in.  I pinched
his nipples hard and brought my hands down along his stomach.  He
bucked, and my nose was buried in his curly black pubes.  "Oh
yeah, take me all the way down," he moaned.  I left my head
impaled on his cock, running my tongue against the underside,
while my hands slid down to his ass.  He shuddered and pulled out
of my mouth.  Without a word he turned around and placed his ass
in my face.  I licked the soft skin, and ran a finger into his
crack.  I nibbled his muscular cheeks and watched as he bent over
and put his pucker on display.  He wriggled in front of me and I
couldn't resist.  I licked my finger and rubbed it over his tight
hole.  Dan whimpered.
	"Mike, get out a condom.  Take my ass," he said quietly,
his voice husky with desire.  He pulled open the end table
drawer and took out condoms and lube.  I put a condom on my
dick, lubed it up, and used my lube-slick hand to stroke his
cock a few times.  The pink muscle in front of me fluttered and
opened as I jacked him off, and I used my right hand to add
lube to his waiting hole.

	I stood up and turned Dan around so that his hands were
braced on the back of the couch, and his ass was open for my
pleasure.  I placed the head of my rod at his back door, and he
began to writhe, rubbing it all over his crack.  "Come on, man,
stick it in me," he whined, and once he stopped moving, I began
to shove my cock into him.

	I started slowly and felt a little resistance.  He pushed
back and my head slid into warmth.  I let him get used to my
cock, running my hands through his hair while his thighs
trembled.  He relaxed, and I slid the rest of my shaft all the
way into him.  I put my hands onto his shoulders and pulled him
right back onto my cock, my balls and his slapping together
with the motion.  He cried out, and began to pull off of my
dick, when he changed his mind and bucked backward, impaling
himself deeper.

	"That's it, Dan," I whispered.  I could feel the globes of
his ass flexing against my crotch.  "Get comfortable and stay
relaxed."  I ran a hand up his spine as I pulled out of him,
and pulled back on his shoulders again as I thrust in.  My cock
stretched Dan's hole wide open, and I rocked slowly in and out
of him, teasing him a little.

	"Mikey, just fuck me," Dan howled.  My cock throbbed as I
began to pump his ass.  He was tight, and the friction was
perfect.  He felt like a soft warm velvet glove on my shaft,
and I pumped him harder.  His broad shoulders heaved with every
thrust, and he cried out every time my pubes brushed his ass.
Dan began to flex his knees, changing the angle of my
penetration, and I felt myself push against his prostate.  I
noticed that my legs were trembling.  Pure pleasure was
screaming from my cock.  I wanted to last awhile, but I was
buried to the hilt in a guy that I'd seen grow up.  My locker
room buddy had turned into the stud that I was fucking, and I
knew I couldn't last much longer.

	Dan took one of his hands off the couch and grabbed his
dick, so that he stroked himself every time I pushed into him.
"Faster!  Come on stud, harder!"  he called out, and my muscles
started to tense up as I did as he asked.
   
	"Oh, Jesus," he cried out softly, and I felt his hole
contract around the base of my shaft.  He pushed back against
me, moving to get my head rubbing his prostate, and I began to
cum as well.  I shuddered again and again, moaning loudly as I
shot into his ass.  Dan was stroking his own cock more slowly
now.  I pushed completely into him and felt myself spasm twice
more in pure pleasure.

	As I pulled out of him, we collapsed onto the couch.  I
took the filled condom off my cock, and he rubbed his cum-slick
hand over his chest and belly.  He looked over at he and
smiled.

	"I forgot to tell you, Mike.  I take 'fuck me' breaks,
too."

	Dan and I spent the rest of the weekend together, trying
everything we could imagine.  He pulled out a porn video, and I
sat on his cock while we watched the tape.  We screwed in the
shower, on the fire escape at four in the morning, and even on
the bed.  Once, when we were both too exhausted to do any more,
Dan pulled out a huge double-headed dildo and broke it out of
the package it was sold in.  He said he'd been saving it for a
special occasion, and we put it to good use between the two of
us.
   	Monday morning came, just like it always does, and we went
to work.  I was determined to watch for the other guys, and see
if Dan was right.  Once I realized what I was looking for, I
saw guys getting it on everywhere.  I caught both Gregs take
their lunch together in the back storeroom, and swallow each
others' dicks instead of lunch.  I delivered the mail up into
the business floors and saw guys disappear into the washrooms,
just like Dan said.  When a particularly gorgeous guy left his
desk for the washroom, I left my cart up against the wall and
followed him in.  He was blond and clean cut, very preppy,
shorter and slimmer than Dan.  He stood at the urinals and
looked over at me when I stepped up next to him.
	
	"How's it going in the mailroom?"

	"Fine, and up here?"

	"Just great, thanks."

	I took a quick glance down at his cock as he shook it and
got ready to put it away.  It was semi-hard and beautifully
pale.  His pubes were reddish blond.  I found myself
stiffening, but he'd already turned to the sinks and washed his
hands.

	"Have a good day," he said to me as he walked past on the
way out.

	I stood silently at the urinals a while longer, and once
the door closed, I began to hear two men breathing heavily from
one of the stalls.  I walked over, careful not to disturb them,
and peered in through the crack in the stall walls.  I saw
Dan's ponytail, his head buried in the crotch of a suit who was
obviously enjoying himself.  Dan had his own pants open and
around his knees, and the man he was blowing had his legs over
Dan's shoulders.

	I grinned, remembering when Dan had done that to me once
after we got back to his apartment Saturday night after dinner.  I
left the room without disturbing them.
	
	Later, I was making my final rounds upstairs, gathering all the
mail that needed to go out the next day, when I saw the suit
I'd seen that afternoon in the men's room.  He was sitting at
his desk, and he looked like he was trying to finish some
paperwork.  It was about six o'clock, and almost everyone else
had gone home for the day.

	I walked up and down the aisles, checking each desk's "out" 
box, and eventually I reached his desk.

	"Hey there.  Have you got any mail that's supposed to go
out tomorrow?"

	He didn't look up at me.  "Nothing at all."
   	"Well, alright then.  Have a good night."
	"Yeah, you too."

	I kept walking, and finished my rounds.  He seemed pretty
preoccupied.

	"Damn!"  I heard him exclaim, and then he slammed a file
drawer shut.  I was in the hall, just beyond the coffee pot,
when I saw him get up and walk to the men's room.

	I hesitated.  I was just about finished for the day, and
could have been on my way home in no time.  On the other hand,
the best-looking guy on the first floor had just gone into the
men's room, and there was no one around.  I started to walk to
the washroom, thinking about his cock.  He had a gorgeous
piece.  It was long and not too thick, pale with red-gold hair
all around.  It was true, he hadn't given me a lot of
encouragement earlier in the day, but it was worth a try.

	I walked in and saw that the stall that Dan and the other
guy had been in was occupied.  There wasn't anyone else in the
room, so I took the stall next to the guy, dropped my pants and
sat down.  I looked over to the wall  and noticed a hole, about
an inch in diameter.  It was wide open, and as I peered
through, I saw the cock that I'd been daydreaming about all
afternoon.
	
	He was hard as a board, his dick standing at attention.
He slouched on the seat and leaned against the back wall.  His
hand was stroking his shaft, and his other hand was running
over his chest, pinching his tits.   He'd turned his face toward
the hole, and I could see him bite his lip.  I heard him
moan in pleasure, and watched his eyelids flutter.  As he
stroked, his hairless chest heaved with each breath  and the
muscles along his stomach rippled beautifully as he inhaled.
My cock was standing at attention already, and I was dying to
reach over and touch him.

	He opened his eyes, and looked directly at mine as I
peered through the peephole.  He looked shocked that I was
there, and then he licked his lips and smiled.  He sat forward,
and unlocked his stall's door.

	Without any hesitation, I left my stall and moved right
into his.  I hadn't bothered to pull my pants up, so once I got
in and turned around to lock the door again, he grabbed my ass
in both hands and started to lick the fur at the top of my
crack.  He licked the muscles, and grazed his teeth across my
skin.  The hand he'd been using to stroke himself reached
forward and grasped my cock.  I leaned against the door in
front of me, my hands grasping the top, and my head pressed to
the door itself.
	I opened my legs as far as I could, and he began to lick
and suck on my balls, tugging them lightly and making me
writhe.

	"I'm Josh.  What's your name?" he asked, and went back to
nibbling on my skin.

	"Mike," I gasped, and held the top of the door as my knees
went weak beneath me.

	"Nice to meet you," he said with a laugh, and tugged on my
balls harder.

	I stood up, and turned around.  Josh had removed his shirt
and tie, as well as his shoes and pants.  His clothes were piled
on a high windowsill, and Josh sat back, looking me over.
	"You've got a great ass, Mike.  And the view is even
better from the front."  He licked his lips again and pinched
his nipples, groaning loudly.  "What can I do for you?"

	My mind was racing--here in front of me was a man ready to
do anything I suggested.  His cock was at least eight inches
long, and visibly throbbing even though neither one of us was
touching it.  His balls, shaved clean, hung low between his
legs.  One hand reached down below his balls, and he began to
idly finger his hole.  The look on his face alternated between
relaxed and excited as he moved his fingers in and out of his
ass.  He seemed ready for anything, and all I had to do was
tell him what I wanted.
	"I want you to fuck me senseless," I blurted out.

	He looked surprised, and then pulled his fingers out of
his hole.  Grinning wickedly, he spun me back around so that I
was facing the door.  I took hold of the top of the door again,
and looked down at my feet.  I heard the tearing of a condom
package.  "Just one minute, Mike," he said as he put on the
rubber and added lube from another small package.  "Alright,
mailboy, get ready!"  I tried to relax as best I could, and
suddenly I felt the head of his cock pop through my ass.  My
ring spasmed around his rod, and my body clamped down on the
cock that was pushing into my guts.  Josh kept pushing inward,
and his dick flexed against the pressure of my hole.

	"That's it, baby.  I like a tight ass.  Get ready, I'm
coming through," he whispered, and then shoved all the way into
me.  I gasped in pain, still not ready to take his full length
into me, but my legs began to tremble and my voice betrayed me.

	"Oh my god," I moaned.  My hole stretched wider around the
base of his cock.  He was in me to the hilt, and I started to
move my ass, letting him touch every part of my insides.  I
groaned when he slid over my prostate.  I watched as precum
slid to the floor in long clear strands from the head of my
raging cock.
	"I want you to fuck me, Josh.  I'm more than
ready."
	Josh didn't need any more encouragement than that.  He
grabbed my hips and began to pump my ass full.  He pulled
almost all the way out, and slid in slowly.  Then he'd pull out
and slam all the way in again.  He teased me mercilessly,
sometimes pulling out completely until I begged for him to get
back in my ass.  His hands reached for my nipples as he rode
me, and I cried out in desire.  I found myself hanging from the
door when my knees gave out from underneath me, and Josh held
my weight with his arms wrapped around my chest.  Each time he
thrust into me, my cock danced and drizzled more precum onto
the floor.

	Josh locked his arms around my belly, and grabbed hold of
my dick.  "I'm through teasing, stud, " he said.  He flexed his
cock in my ass and then began to fuck me for real.  Every
thrust shoved my cock through his fists, pre-cum lubricating
his hands.  "I'll bet you're glad you leak the way you do," he
grunted as he fucked me.

	All my senses focussed on the pounding in my guts, and
Josh showed no signs of slowing down.  I was at the point where
I had given up any control.  The only things I felt were Josh's
hands and shaft; I howled each time his hips ground against my
ass.
	
	Josh cried out without any warning, burying himself in me
completely.  He stretched my hole again as his cock flexed.
His hands tightened around my dick and I shuddered as I came.
All my muscles tightened, and I clamped down on Josh's long
rod.  I splattered the door of the stall with pearly semen.
Every time Josh shuddered with the strength of his orgasm, he
pushed more cum out of my cock.

	Finally, Josh slid out of my ass and eased himself down
onto the toilet seat.  He reached over and caressed my ass, and
I collapsed to the floor, exhausted.  His hands were covered in
my cum, and he leaned forward to rub my chest lightly.  "Have
you got time for a late dinner, Mike?" he asked, still smiling. 
	"Absolutely," I said.

	I decided not to quit after all.  Being a mailboy in an
insurance company isn't the most boring job in the world.  I
get paid well, I like the management.  There's nothing like a
good 'fuck me' break in the morning, and Dan and Josh are
always willing to keep things interesting after work as well.
In fact, this Friday ought to be more than interesting.
I've invited Josh to join Dan and myself for drinks this
Friday night.