From: mitchm@alum01.its.rpi.edu (Michael Patrick Mitchell)
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Subject: Story(A day at the office)
Date: 1 May 1994 17:06:19 GMT
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	I was at the computer and wrote this one day. I hope you will like
it. I have not written to much before, so an criticism is welcomed. Thanks


	Normal disclaimer: This contains male/male relationship so if
you don't want to read about that then stop now. :)





      Story: A day at the office


     The moon shown through the window and caste it's ghostly light
across my bed and his body. I felt so strange as I lay there
watching his chest rise and fall with the rhythm of his sleeping
breath. I wanted to cry, to laugh, to sing out load. Instead I
reached over and placed my hand on his chest. I felt his heart
beating under his warm skin. It seemed so incredible to think that
only a few weeks ago Jason was not a part of my life. I curled
myself up against his naked body, and thought about that first day
we met. 

     It was an abnormal day at work. The tension was starting to
build. We had about two weeks before we had to show the client the
project. Unfortunately we had hardly done any system testing. I was
a programmer on the team, and looked forward to some very long days
ahead. At the time we only had about two people who could test the
program and see how it was doing. We then got two new people to
help test the program. I knew that they were around, but I was
so intent on my part of the coding that I paid little attention to
them. That was until I really met Jason. It was a beautiful day
out, and I was staring out my window trying to figure out which
part of the program was dying. That's when Jason walked in. He
unfortunately for me (or fortunately) found another bug that dealt
with some of the things that I was working on. He had come over to
tell me the scenario that he did, and what part he was on when the
program took on a life of it's own. 

     I had heard the knock on the door and someone talking to my
officemate. That's when I heard my name mentioned. I looked up an
gazed into a pair of eyes that I could have drown in. It was all
I could do to keep from babbling incoherently, and drooling like
a child for his lollipop. He stretched out a hand to me and
introduced himself. I felt his warm strong touch when my hand
clasped his, and I thought I felt something like an electric spark.
Well it was that or I just had to get more sleep. He began to tell
me about the steps he did, and I had to force myself to listen to
what he was saying, and not the deep soulful voice that he had. The
moment came and went, but I was sure to go by his office and tell
him later about the fix for the bug. I just wanted to be in his
presence. I wanted to drop to my knees and through myself to his
lust and mercy. Unfortunately things don't always turn out how you
want them. So instead we chatted for a while, and I learned he had
recently graduated from Penn state. However, because of the timing
and the work load I did not get to speak with him again till after
the project was accepted by the client. But, that did not stop me
from noticing him around.

     I would catch small glimpses of him as he walked down the hall
getting his printouts and such. Luckily my officemate was more
friends with him then I had the chance to become. They were on some
team together. So I got to hear more about him, and what he was
like. It wasn't until the big blow out party we threw when the
clients left that I had my first lost opportunity with Jason. 

     The party had everyone from the team. A lot of the bent up
frustrations and tensions were now being released. And for the
small team that we had, a lot of alcohol was being passed around.
The party was going well into the night and as one of the few
non-drinkers I had the honor of being the driver for those people
who lived near me. Though the party was great all I could think
about, because of the late (or early) hour, was getting home to my
bed. As it turned out Jason was part of the people who lived near
me, and I would be driving him home. Well I can tell you that I had
quite a few thoughts about some of those stories you read on the
net. You know the ones were the supposedly straight guy gets drunk,
and he winds up in the heroes bed. I guess that's why I
inadvertently made sure that Jason was the last person I dropped
off. He was not so intoxicated to be passed out or anything, but
you could tell he lacked a lot of coordination. So after we got to
his apartment complex, I had to help him out of my car. With one
arm draped over me, we navigated the path to his place. He had
trouble getting his keys out of his pants pocket, and had asked me
to help him out. I was not sure at first what he meant then when
I realized he wanted me to get them out I was more than happy to
help him out. My hand slipped into his pocket and just as I grabbed
for his keys I felt a warmer harder spot near my thumb. At this
point I was really excited, and scared. When it came to meeting a
guy, I really did not have much social prowess. Well I finally got
him inside, he was babbling about this and that. But, I got the
feeling that he was not so intoxicated and he made it seemed. I was
sure that the key thing was only a ploy. But, I was not completely
sure, so I help him to his room and got him to sit on his bed.
That's where I left him sprawled out on his bed. It was that
picture
of him that I took with me when I walked out of his apartment.
Though he was fully clothed, I fell for him again. I know what you
are saying, "How could he leave him like that!" To be honest I was
asking myself that same question. I knew though that I just
couldn't take advantage of him in his less then normal state. It
was on the following monday that our romance began. 

          We were now in the process of code cleaning. Jason walked
in and asked if my officemate was around. I told him that he had
just stepped out. He then thanked me and apologized for the
previous Saturday. I told him not to worry about it. He smiled, and
I thought I would loose control and strip him right then and there.
See I too had been thinking of what I lost out that night. It was
then that he asked if I was heading over to the conference room for
that meeting the team was having. I looked at the clock and
realized that it was just about time for that to start. So we both
went over to the conference room on our floor for another smaller
celebration. It was a teammates birthday, and that always meant
some sort of cake. As I talked with the people on my team I found
myself coming around to look more and more on Jason. I was
surprised to see that we met looks a lot more than I thought would
happen. It was then I started to get that familiar feeling. The one
that said he was kind of like me. But, I put that thought away. It
had to be my lust talking. The meeting lasted as long as the cake
did and it was soon time to return to our work. Jason and I were
one of the last ones to leave. We had started to talk more about
old times we had at our respective schools. As we joked I knew that
we were both falling for each other. I decided then that I had to
find out one way or another. I took a big chance as we were heading
for the door I let him reach for the door handle first, I then
placed my hand over his. I left it there for far longer than I
should and looked into his eyes. He was smiling at me, and I
returned that smile. We both now had proof of what the other only
suspected before. He turned his palm up towards mine and took my
hand in his. There was nothing either of us could say. We had both
been talking with our eyes for some time. I knew then that we would
be meeting after work that night to talk some more. It was then
that we started to go out.


     It was a few days latter, he sat in my arms on my couch and
we began to get to know each other in a way that only touch could
reveal. I slowly began to stroke the back of his neck. My hand
moved up into his hair and then back down to where his shoulders
spread outward. He talked me how great that felt. So I sat him up
and began to really work my hand all over his back. Though his
shirt prevented a lot I could still feel the warmth that his skin
generated. My hands worked down to his lower back, and then slipped
under his shirt. Pulling it up with my hands I leaned in to kiss
the back of his neck. I let my hands now move to his chest, and I
felt his semi hairy, swimmers lean and strong chest for really the
first time. With him in front of me it was difficult for him to do
much but receive my ministrations. Though his hands did slide up
and down legs. His hands made me tingle (silly word but true). It
felt like someone was at Hover damn opening the flood gates. Our
passion grew as quickly as our clothes disappeared. His body was
pressed against mine, and the heat between his legs mixed and
joined with my own. My hands rolled over his buttocks, and slipped
up his back. Our legs intertwined so that they felt like they were
one. In the dim light I looked up at his face and smiled. I pulled
him the rest of the way to me, and our lips met. It was not the
first time we kissed, but the passion and the sexual energy
floating around us made it feel like the first time. His supple
lips parted for my tongue, and I explored his mouth like they were
never ending caverns. 
     His hands had clasped my nipples and he knew exactly what
to do with them. When our kiss finally did break his lips left a
wet trail down my neck and chest until they latched on to one of
my hard nipples. The feeling of his tongue circling around that
once soft pink skin was driving me crazy. He worked his way from
left to right and back again. All I could do to show my
appreciations was to moan, and let my hands move around his body.
I felt the skin of his back, and the smooth silkiness of the fine
coating of hair on his arms. Then my now harden nipples felt a
blast of cold air as Jason left them to head towards a much harder
region. His lips now touched me like a feather. I felt where he was
more from his breath then his lips. But, the fire that he was
drawing from me, was like nothing I had felt before. He breathed
on the tip of my head and I nearly jumped off the couch. It was
then that I felt his tongue glide under and lift up my juice filled
sacks of skin. 
     They soon disappeared inside his hot warm mouth. I groaned at
the touch, as he played me like the virtuoso that he was. We both
knew that I could never last much longer, so it was then that he
took my pulsating staff into his mouth. What he did with his tongue
should have made me blast my juices into his thirsting mouth, but
some how I held off. I felt one of his hands playing with my chest,
and the other held my sacks cupped gently as he stroke them. His
lips covered my head now, and then sank deep into the hair that
surrounded my staff. With a few strokes up and down I began to give
him the juices that would quench his thirsts for now. To this day
I do not think I have ever gone for so long. It felt like time had
stopped and all that existed was the flood pouring out of me. Soon
after I finished his lips met mine and I tasted the salty sweetness
that was my own. To my utter surprise I felt his own still stiff
staff press against my leg. He had yet to release his own sweet
nectar. 

          I quickly took control of the moment and slid my body
down his. He held himself above me, as I treated him to the same
bitter sweet caress that he did for me. I smelled his musty male
order and knew that I would do anything for him. We were not in the
best of positions now, but that mattered little. All I could think
about was the pulsating skin that jumped just inches above my face.
I felt his tip now at my lips and I thirsted for him. With his own
rhythm I felt him sink deep into my throat. As he moved in and out
my hands slid around his legs and up to his buttocks. I circled
around his tender opening with my fingers. It was not long before
one of them disappeared into his warm body. When my second finger
made it's way into him I felt the spasms make him tighten around
me. My first taste of him was that of sweet salt. The combination
was just right and I wanted every drop. Though he too poured out
to me like a flood gone wild I did not miss a drop. After he had
finished I relinquished his hardness. His buttocks hovered over my
body and he move down so that we could kiss again. 

     That was the first of many times that night that we gave
ourselves to the other. Now I lay here looking over his body, and
I am happy. I look into his face and smile, because his deep pool
eyes now are locked with mine, and I know that we are not going to
be sleeping for some time.



     I hoped you enjoyed this. Please tell me what you think.