Date: Sun, 31 Jan 1999 14:06:48 PST
From: Patrick Negus <negus1@hotmail.com>
Subject: Late-for-work

WARNING:  THIS STORY DEPICTS ACTS OF UNSAFE SEX.  IT'S JUST A STORY AND 
NOT REAL LIFE.  IN THE REAL WORLD, IF YOU HAVE SEX WITHOUT A CONDOM, YOU 
MIGHT GET SICK AND DIE.  

    Trey knew he blew it this time.  Oversleeping usually isn't such a 
bad thing where he worked.  There were no set hours and most of his 
co-workers stumbled in somewhere between 8 and 10 in the morning.  The 
advantages of doing consulting work.  The disadvantages were sometimes 
greater.  It wasn't unusual to work 60-hour weeks or to have to fly out 
of town at the last minute or to do "back-to-back" trips.  But today was 
different.  He was supposed to be teaching a new course he'd spent 
months helping develop.  It was his baby and he wasn't there.  His 
co-instructor would be pissed and the students who travelled from all 
over the country to attend would need an explanation.
  Even though he knew he didn't have time, Trey had to steal some more 
to shower and try to make himself presentable.  He scrubbed quickly, 
dressed even quicker, and was out the door to try and break his record 
for the 5-mile walk to work.  He checked his watch as he left his 
apartment.  30 minutes late already.  Taking long strides and trying to 
control his breathing, Trey dug a cigarette out of his coat pocket and 
shielded the flame from the wind as he lit up.  It burned quickly.  Kind 
of like him today.    
    Halfway to his university office, he started to think about the 
reason that he had to rush.  The pressure of getting ready for the new 
course had been building for weeks.  He had zero social life for the 
past 3 months and he had only intended to go out and enjoy a beer after 
ensuring that the student notebooks were ready.  The beer was good; Cold 
and smooth.  A welcome and much needed indulgence which helped clear his 
mind.  
    He remembered noticing his features before he really noticed him.  
Dark flowing hair, olive skin, flashing eyes, and teeth which were 
whiter than he'd ever thought teeth were supposed to be.  He slowly 
nursed his second beer admiring the strong features and playing with his 
lighter trying not to be noticed.  Eventually, he allowed his mind to 
wander into a blank resting state.  Kind of like sleeping with his eyes 
open.  He perfected the technique through his years in grad school and 
was still able to pull off a 3.8 gpa.  This was different.  He was 
exhausted not from late nights with "the boys", as was usually the cause 
when he was in school, but rather he'd been working his ass off lately 
and was truly tired.  So entranced in his self-induced "state" that the 
quaint voice with the English accent had to repeat the question.
    "Excuse me, but would you happen to have a spare cigarette?"  It was 
Adonis.  The guy with the perfect teeth.  
    Trey was struck by his beauty and stared blankly into his green 
eyes.  He forced himself to say something, anything.  
  "Uh, I didn't think Englishmen were allowed to have teeth that white."  
Damn!  What a stupid thing to say.  
   "Well, you're right, but my family is from Spain.  My grandfather 
moved the family to the British Isles years ago.  Look, I really do need 
a fag.  I'm getting desperate here.  Can you help me out?"
    The "if you only knew!" look was obvious to both men as Trey fished 
the cigarette box from his pocket and handed it to the well-sculptured 
creature standing before him.  
    "They're menthol.  Hope you don't mind, it's all I have."  Trey said 
apologetically.
    "Perfect!  Well, actually not, but as long as there's a chance I can 
get some nicotine, I'll smoke it."  Then he added, "In England only 
women smoke menthol."
    Trey was half expecting him to append "and homos" or make some 
remark about queers.  Instead he leaned closer and said,  "My name is 
Enrico.  Thanks for the fix."
    The two sat at the bar in silence until they had both deposited 
their butts in the ashtray between them.  Finally Enrico broke the 
silence.
    "I love coming to university towns in the States.  With all the 
students, it's like eye candy."  
    "I know what you mean," Trey agreed.  "That's why I work at the 
university, one of the benefits."  In fact, before laying his eyes on 
Adonis/Enrico, Trey had been eying two twenty year olds.  The baggy 
pants, baseball caps, long-sleeved shirts unbuttoned with comfortable 
looking t-shirts underneath.  And the shoes, not boots, but rather 
strong looking walking shoes.  The haircuts were "to die for."  Who 
would have thought that short hair would ever be popular again.  He grew 
up with Shawn Cassidy's "feathered" hair and tight jeans.  He still 
couldn't get his hair to behave.  Trey began to wonder when the 
layered-clothing look had come back and started to feel much older than 
his 32 years.  His own wardrobe consisted of too-tight jeans and polo 
shirts for most work days, and suits when he taught or worked with 
clients.  He was working hard to resist the "you've turned into your 
father" thought that seemed the inevitable conclusion to this line of 
thinking. 
    Enrico pointed to what Trey guessed had to have been either a hooker 
or a transvestite judging by the resemblance to Dolly Parton and asked, 
"What do you think about her?"
    "Oh, well, I guess she's OK.  I really hadn't noticed her."  
    Enrico smiled and said half to himself "I didn't think you had."
    After a good minute of awkward silence, Enrico pointed to the two 
boys and said, "How about them?"    
    Not wanting to commit before knowing more about this stranger, Trey 
laughed nervously and lied, "They're too young for my taste."  Then it 
struck him as to why he was having so much trouble figuring Enrico out.  
It wasn't because he was tired; it was because he couldn't read the body 
language, or the vocal inflections.  In fact, Trey convinced himself 
then and there that ALL Brits sounded and acted gay.  How would one 
know?  He decided there was only one way.
    "Enrico, my name is Trey.  I was about to go back to my place and 
call it an evening.  I have a big day tomorrow."  Before Enrico had a 
chance to thank Trey for the smoke and bid adieu, Trey added, "How would 
you like to join me?"
    The teeth said it all, they sparkled and were surrounded by the most 
tempting lips formulating a smile he'd ever seen.
    "I'd love to, Trey."
    They walked in silence.  Trey had offered another "fag" to Enrico 
and they both enjoyed the infusion of nicotine during the short walk 
back to the apartment.  Trey got to the door and fumbled with his keys 
long enough for Enrico to lean over and plant an unsuspecting kiss on 
Trey's cheek.  As soon as they were inside, the favor was returned, only 
directly on the lips which housed those perfect bicuspids.  The 
chemistry was amazing and every nerve ending in Trey's body seemed to 
snap to attention.  He tasted as good as he looked.  Enrico pressed 
himself into Trey allowing the teacher to feel what he sought against 
his own throbbing cock.  The two men wrestled against each other as only 
men can do probing, touching, and tasting.  
    Trey pushed himself away and looked into Enrico's eyes as he caught 
his breath.  They exchanged smiles and Trey led Enrico by the hand away 
from the door and down a short hallway and into his bedroom.  Enrico was 
struck by the eloquent decor.  All the furniture looked like expensive 
antiques and the bed was made of strong dark wood.  Trey closed the 
door, took off his coat, and took advantage of Enrico's distraction by 
sneaking up behind him, wrapping his arms around the young man, and 
kissing his neck.  The sensation nearly buckled Enrico's knees as Trey's 
tongue snaked its way from the nape of his neck to his ear.  His 
heartbeat so strong that Enrico could feel it in short puffs as Trey's 
warm breath teased his skin.                       
    Trey reached around and unbuttoned the Englishman's shirt sliding 
his hand inside gently running across his erect nipples as he continued 
washing Enrico's neck with his tongue.  The hands slowly made their way 
down and felt the hardness begging for release.  Trey used both hands to 
undo the pants, then he removed Enrico's shirt, still working with his 
mouth from behind.  Trey had to stop and admire the smooth, strong back 
as it presented itself to him like a virgin land submitting itself for 
conquer.  
    Trey removed his own shirt and then his pants to help relieve the 
pressure his hard cock exerted on his jeans.  As Enrico started to turn, 
Trey stopped him and begged "Please, not yet."
    Both men were now standing in their briefs and Trey pressed himself 
once again into Enrico resuming the lovemaking of his mouth and 
exploring Enrico's nearly nude physique.  It wasn't long before Trey was 
inching down Enrico's back.  The goosebumps all the way down were a 
clear indication that the foreigner enjoyed the attention.  When he was 
on his knees facing paradise, Trey pried his fingers under Enrico's 
waistband and slowly pulled them down revealing a firm, hairless 
wonderland.  Trey pressed his face into Enrico's ass and continued the 
tongue bath.  Enrico arched his back and spread his legs signalling his 
approval.  Trey pushed him forward onto the bed doggie-style allowing 
freer access to his pink hole.  He wrapped his arms under the legs and 
pulled the cheeks apart as he pressed in as deep as he could get.  
Enrico's eyes rolled back and involuntary groans escaped his lips as 
Trey tongue fucked him.  
    Trey stood and removed his briefs as Enrico turned to sit on the 
edge of the bed facing the teacher and admiring his 7-inch circumcised 
hardon.  Enrico leaned forward and pulled Trey close enough to allow the 
proud cock to slide into his mouth.  The rhythmic motion started 
immediately and was frantic.  Trey felt harder than ever and was 
overcome by an animal need to mount this guy.  He pushed Enrico back 
until he was lying flat while still keeping his cock in the warm mouth.  
He was on top of the Brit on the bed feeding him his engorged dick and 
picked up the motion again fucking his mouth.  Enrico reached down and 
jacked himself with one hand and felt his fucker's chest with the other.  
Trey could feel he was ready to cum so he started to back off not 
wanting to choke his new lover.  Enrico had another idea and grabbed 
Trey's ass pulling him further into his mouth.  The sensation of the 
firm hands on his ass pulling him in pushed him over the top as he began 
to shoot into Enrico, who had to swallow and suck as if his life 
depended on it.  
    Trey smiled down at Enrico who still nursed on his cock then 
dismounted the Brit and lay back onto his bed trying to catch his 
breath.  Enrico was yet to be satisfied and his uncircumcised cock stood 
straight out bobbing in beat with his heart.  The foreigner climbed on 
top of Trey kissing him like a well-known lover sharing the remnants of 
cum and the salty taste of sweat.  
    "I want to make love to you" Enrico whispered.
    Trey obliged by lifting his legs allowing unfettered access to his 
ass.  Enrico took his cock and pressed against the teacher's hole 
sliding slowly inside.  Trey relaxed allowing his lover's cock to embed 
itself to the hilt.  Enrico didn't move, instead he resumed kissing Trey 
as he continued to press into him.  The feeling of ecstasy was so great, 
that Trey slipped into a state of semi-consciousness.  He seemed to 
remember when Enrico started to pump, but he couldn't remember how long 
he was fucked -- it seemed like hours.  They were drenched in sweat and 
still Enrico continued to pump perpetuating the half-drugged state Trey 
enjoyed as the room swirled and all his cares seemed so far away that he 
couldn't remember what they were.
    Trey opened his eyes when he thought he heard the door close.  He 
was alone and reasoned that Enrico finished and left.  He closed his 
eyes and smiled as he recalled the evening.  Something didn't seem right 
causing Trey to open his eyes and try to figure out what was wrong with 
the picture.  Everything seemed to be in place.  He could see his pants 
and the lump of his wallet still there.  He had a clear view of 
everything in the room and yet something was still wrong.  What was it?  
Shit!  Trey had a clear view of everything in the room!  It was 
daylight!  
    Just a block from work now, Trey slowed after he realized the 
re-living of events made him wish he'd not worn boxers today.  He took 
another lap around the building that housed both his office and the 
classroom trying to walk off the stiffness in his pants.  As his 
erection subsided, he entered the building and headed straight for the 
classroom.  He was now almost an hour late and he quietly eased into the 
room from the door behind the students.  His co-instructor gave him a 
stern look then a wink indicating to Trey that he wasn't happy, but at 
the same time, it was no big deal.  Trey was relieved to note that they 
were still doing introductions.  
    "OK, thanks Sally, and now last but not least, looks like, uh, can you 
move your nametag a little?  There.  Enrico.  Welcome Enrico, tell us 
about yourself."
    "My name is Enrico and I'm from England..."
    Trey smiled.  He finally figured out what his reward would be for 
working so hard at this course.  He had at least four more nights with 
Enrico.  Trey made a mental note to set his alarm clock as soon as he 
got home.