Date: Wed, 22 Nov 2000 16:28:34 EST
From: Cnjshore9@aol.com
Subject: Moving Day

WARNING!  This story contains graphic depictions of sexual
activity between consenting adult males.  If you are
offended by such material, read no further.   Also, if you
are under legal age, in a state or community where such
material is prohibited by law, or there is any other reason
you shouldn't be reading this.. Don't!

Oh yes, I should also tell you that this is a work of
fiction and imagination and any resemblance to any real life
persons (other than myself) or actual events is purely
coincidental,  etc. etc.


Moving Day

"The movers are here," I heard someone announce from the
other side of the cube farm.

Once again someone had decided that our department needed to
be somewhere else in the facility; so once again we were
packed up and waiting for our collections of books, work
files, and personal items to be carried over to the other
building to a cramped area on the the third floor.  Somehow
it seems that each time we get shuffled around, the space
gets less.  Thank you again, corporate america!

Of course the first thing they did was come thru last night
and disconnect all our desktop workstations, so we can't do
anything productive today until they get us hooked back up
next door.  I really don't know why they insist we even come
to work on a moving day.  All we do is drink a lot of coffee
and pee our lives away!!!

As I was standing there at my carton-covered desk, the first
of the box-handlers came around the corner from the
direction of the elevators.  As he stepped into the doorway
of my cube, he stopped and looked directly at me.  I felt
like I was falling into the two biggest, deepest, brown eyes
I have ever seen!

"You `P.Conklin'?" he asked.

It took me a minute to regain my composure enough to answer.
"That's me.or at least I think that's what it said on the
sign by the door this morning."

"Well..hi, Peter, I'm Jose.  This stuff's going over to
2.244, right?"

"Yep.  Two-dot-two-forty-four.my new digs.  Been over there
yet?"

"We just came from there.  I thought we ought to see where
we were going before we left here and got lost on the way."

I was really surprised by how open and talkative he was.
Most often the longest conversation I hear from any of the
hundreds (at least it seems like that many) of the movers
over the past five or ten years has been a muffled grunt, or
an unprefaced "This going?"

I looked up again.that's when it dawned on me that I had
been avoiding looking back into those eyes.but there he
stood, leaning slightly against the doorway, looking
directly back at me.  When my eyes made contact with his, I
felt as though I was being pulled into them.  My heart
started to jump in my chest and I almost stopped breathing.
What was it?!?  I somehow managed again to unlock my eyes
and, trying not to be too obvious about it, gave him a quick
once-over.

Yes, he was certainly good looking.  `Drop dead gorgeous' is
the term that came to mind.  You didn't need to hear his
name to know there were definitely latin genes there.  Dark
wavy hair escaped from under the edge of his baseball cap
and his skin had that beautiful lightly tanned tone to match
the hair and those eyes - those eyes!

He was about 5'9" or 5'10" and must have weighed in at about
150-160 pounds.  Thin and muscular, but from hard work like
lifting boxes, not lifting weights - although he may have
done the latter as well.  His tight-fitting work jeans did
little to hide what appeared to be inside there.  And what I
thought I saw definitely piqued my interest.

That's when he reached down with his right hand and adjusted
himself.  He cupped it with his fingers and lifted it just
enough to make it clear what really was down there; then he
moved his hand back to his pocket.  His eyes almost sparkled
as he did it, and every nerve in my body started to fire!

There was a very slight smile starting to appear at the
corners of his mouth, and I felt my face flushing red.  That
did it.  I must have set his gaydar buzzing, because he
openly smiled at me and reached down again.  This time, he
made no pretense - he just outlined it with his fingers and
slightly stroked the length of it.

By now it was very noticeable!  And it appeared to be
everything I had expected it to be!  It had to be at least
seven to eight inches long, but nice and narrow - the kind
that goes in easy but can definitely make its presence
known.  If everything else was so perfect, it just had to be
uncut!  Now how was I going to find that out?

This is a multi-building corporate campus.  Sure there are
men's rooms, but they are not the least `secure' for any
kind of play.  They are far too busy for that.  And I'm in a
cubicle, not one of the wall offices -- yet -- where you
might be able to have a little privacy.  What were we going
to do?  Where could we go?  ...but maybe I was getting a
little ahead.  Maybe he wasn't thinking along that line.  I
decided to find out.

I stepped out from behind my desk and reached down to stroke
my own now prominent boner, and walked over toward him.  As
I got right up to him, I reached out and put my hand on his
crotch.  Almost in mirror image, he reached over to mine.
As our hands reached their targets, I felt both my own and
his rods stiffen and jerk.

Barely had our fingers touched their marks when I heard some
odd sounds and two other guys from the moving team rounded
the corner at the end of the aisle of cubes, pushing a large
box on dollies.   The box was about 6 feet long, maybe 3 to
4 feet wide and a good 4 feet deep.   I stepped past Jose to
where I was facing one wall of my cube and started taking
down a calendar, effectively hiding the obvious bulge in my
Dockers.  He also turned in through the doorway and stood to
the side.

The other two movers stopped outside my doorway and came
into my cube, heading toward the boxes on my desk.  I took a
moment to check them out (after all, they were both male and
under 50).  The term "beef" was the first word to come to
mind - and it fitted both of them.  I would have bet they
were both defensive linemen in high school, but also guessed
they didn't do as well academically as they did on the
gridiron.

One had long, geasy-looking brown hair pulled back in a
ponytail.  He would have been better off letting it fall
over his face, because that was one very, unattractive dude!
...so I didn't spend any more time looking there.

The other one, however, was not at all hard on the eyes.
Long blond hair, and some scruff (he obviously hadn't shaved
that morning) only seemed to add to his masculine
appearance.  About 5'9" and 200-plus pounds, he was a bit
stocky, but it appeared to be well-carried and not any flab.
Even though it was cool out, he was wearing cutoffs and
workboots (always an appealing combination), and you could
see the strength in his thighs and calves.  When he moved
out from behind the big carton and started to lift the ones
from my desk to put them in the large one, you could see a
nice basket of goodies.

As soon as they had cleared my desktop, they turned without
a word (didn't even get a grunt this time) and pushed their
load back down the aisle and turned back towards the
elevators.

"Don't try it," Jose whispered over to me, "I already
checked it out and he's a complete `phobe'."

"Why would I want that?  You look a lot better to me." I
mouthed back to him.

He smiled and said: "You know where the loading dock is?"

"Sure," I answered.

"Well, be there by our truck at twelve-oh-five..okay?"

My thoughts started to tumble: Holy shit!  Did he just do
what I think he did!?!  He has something in mind!  The
truck?  I don't know if that's a good idea. what about the
other guys? ..  Oh, what the hell!

"Okay," I said.  "Twelve-oh-five".

Then he started answering my unasked questions.  "The other
guys are real time-clock types.  Lunch is at twelve and you
won't find them anywhere near a dolly or the truck from one-
second after that until at least one o'clock.  It'll be the
most deserted spot you can find around here for miles!  .
gotta run .  see you there .. I hope."

I looked at my watch.  It was only ten-forty now.  This is
going to be one very long hour and twenty minutes!!  May as
well go on over to my new place and check things out there.

....

And it was a very long hour-and-twenty!!  I thought noon
would never get there!  Finally, it did.  I made my way down
to the bottom floor and back to the loading docks.  The
whole place was deserted.  I walked through the receiving
area and finally spotted the moving company truck.  When I
made it over to the door, I saw Jose standing just inside
the open back of the truck.

"Here," he said reaching out to help me across.  "Back
here," he continued as he moved through a maze of boxes,
cartons, and blankets toward the back of the trailer and up
by the cab.

When we finally threaded our way through, there were several
of the large open-top cartons like the one the guys had been
wheeling around on the dollies.  In the far right corner
there was one with another upended inside it so that the
opening was toward the back wall.  Jose quickly threw a
couple of the blankets that were around onto the top of the
open cartons so that it looked like they had been
haphazardly tossed there.  Then he hopped into the box and
turned to me.

"C'mon in here," he said reaching out for my hand.  This
time I didn't hesitate.  Somehow I made it over the high
edge of the bottom box and into the makeshift quarters.
Jose hopped back out, pulled several of the nearby boxes
over to the side of the one we were in, obviously making it
more difficult for anyone to get to.

When he was satisfied, he climbed back into the carton where
I was and reached behind me, straightening the blanket to
make sure it obscured our presence. When he was satisfied
that we were `safe', he grabbed my shoulders and turned me
to face him.  It was surprising how much room there was
inside those large boxes the way they were arranged.

"Let's see if you're as good as you look," he whispered as
he leaned forward and planted his lips on mine.  He wrapped
his arms around my back and pulled me to him, grinding his
crotch into mine.

I sure as hell didn't resist that!  I encircled him with my
arms and pulled him even tighter to me, then slowly moved my
hands down his back until they were able to feel the tight
muscles under those delightful cheeks I had seen when he
left my cube earlier.  Buns to die for!  .and I'll bet they
can really drive that spike he has up front!  I was damned
sure going to find that out before the end of our `lunch'.

I pulled on his butt and pressed my groin tighter against
his, moving my hips from side-to-side to rub my self across
the obvious bulge in his work jeans.  I could feel the
buttons in his fly as I rubbed over them as well.  They were
definitely straining to hold it closed.  Well, that wasn't
going to be for long.

As I bent my knees, I broke the kiss and allowed my lips to
travel down his throat and then down the front of his tee-
shirt.  Leaning to my right slightly, I felt his left nipple
as my lips travelled downward over his chest.  I stopped
momentarily and ran the tip of my tongue over it through the
soft cotton cloth.  He moaned and I felt the nipple harden.
But that wasn't what I was after.

Continuing down, I backed my face away over his belt, and
then put it against the bulge to the left of his puckering
fly.  I kissed the enflamed manhood beneath the cloth and
felt it pulse and stiffen.  Letting loose of his buns, I
brought my hands around to where I could get to his belt
buckle and began to loosen it.  As soon as it was open, I
unbuttoned the button below where it had been.  Then I
opened the next button down.and the next.  As soon as it was
spread wide, I reached back up to the waistband and pulled.

As the jeans came down, I could see the rigid tube of his
manhood held in place by his tight, white cotton briefs.  I
moved to cover its head with my mouth and sucked on it,
using the tip of my tongue to stroke it lightly.  "Enough,"
I thought to myself, and I reached up and hooked my fingers
under the elastic waistband and pulled down.

There it was!  In all its beauty!  .and YES, it was uncut.
My pulling on his briefs had caught the foreskin enough to
pull it partially down and only the very tip and slit of the
head were visible past the ring of flesh that was hiding the
rest of it.and I wanted it.  I wanted it very badly!!

I reached up and grabbed the shaft at about its mid-point
and pulled it straight out to my face, where I could see it
clearly.  Then I slowly pushed my hand back toward its base,
pulling the skin back along with it, until the turtle-neck
front edge rolled behind the flared rim and the full bluish-
pink head was completely exposed.

Even in the very subdued lighting inside the truck and
carton, it glistened with the natural oils and lubricants
that make it so soft to the touch and so ready to slide into
whatever orifice it is offered.  Right now that was going to
be my mouth.

I lifted my head so that my lips were aligned to the tip of
his rigid cock.  As I looked down I saw the glint of a shiny
drop of man dew bubbling forth from out of the slit.  I
stuck out my tongue and lapped it away.  It was so sweet.
It tasted of virile young man.

I squeezed the shaft and pulled my hand forward, causing the
foreskin to roll forward over the head until it closed over
the end.  Just as the slit disappeared into its cloak, I saw
another drop of his sweet nectar escape and get pulled
forward with the skin lips.  I leaned forward and took the
small piece of loose sking between my lips and pinched them
together lightly.  It gave up its treasure juice onto my
tongue.  Then I pushed my head forward.

As my lips began to press onto his manhood, I could feel the
roll of his foreskin against them even as I felt the velvety
softness of the uncovered head piercing its way between my
lips into my mouth and onto my tongue.  As the warmth of my
mouth covered it, I felt the head pulse and swell and tasted
another drop of his pre-cum nectar.

Slowly I moved my head forward until the tip of his rigid
manhood was imbedded into my throat and I could feel the
soft fluff of his pubic bush against the end of my nose.  I
breathed in deeply to savor the odors of his masculinity and
arousal.  It was wonderful!  I took one long last breath and
began to ride back off his hard, hot love pole.

As I backed all the way off, I again grabbed the shaft and
began to push the loose skin forward until it had covered
the head.  Then I peeled it back and pushed it forward again
several times, watching closely as the foreskin receded over
the shining purple head and then rolled forward to cover it
again.  Then I peeled it back one more time and again took
it into my mouth and sucked on the end like it was a straw
in a milk shake, swirling my tongue around and around the
head.  Then I backed away again and stood up.

When I was face-to-face with him again, I leaned forward and
kissed his lips.  His eyes were closed.  He was letting me
take charge and decide just how to pleasure him best.  As
our lips met, I reached down and loosened my belt and opened
my top button and fly, allowing my slacks to fall down
around my knees.  Then I gripped the top of my boxers and
pushed them down until they were resting there as well.

I felt the heat of his engorged member against my thigh, and
closed the gap between us, trapping both our rigid staffs
between us.  Then I lifted the bottom of his tee-shirt
upward until it was above his nipples and I could see the
light mat of dark hair between them.

At this point he moved as well and began to hurriedly
unbutton the front of my shirt.  As soon as it was fully
opened, he pushed it back off my chest and pulled it off my
shoulders and down my arms.  Then he lifted the bottom of my
tee-shirt until it was even with the bottom of his and
pulled me to him so that our bare chests were together and
our nipples were in contact with each others'.

I reached down and grabbed his buns and pulled him tighter
against me and began to rock my hips.  I felt him throb
against me and backed away slightly to allow his steel-
hardened cock to lift its way upright between us and against
mine.  Side-by-side they lay in the trap of our bodies.  I
could feel the wetness from his excitement and from my own.
As I rubbed against him, the two pieces of pulsing flesh,
wet with their natural lubricants slipped up and down
between us.

I was getting so hot, my mind was starting to slip from
conscious thought to only one overriding need!  I wanted
him!  I wanted him inside me!!

I used the end of one shoe to pull the other off and then
used the toes of that foot to pull the first one off.  I
lifted one leg and pushed my shorts and pants down and off
the one side, then repeated the process for the other side.
As soon as my feet were free, I kicked my clothes over into
the corner of the box out from under foot.    Then I
whispered to him: "Fuck me now, Jose! Please, fuck me now!"

With that I let loose of him and lay down into the uprighted
carton.  I reached down and grabbed my legs inside the back
of the knees and pulled them up to my shoulders, opening
myself to him.  He didn't waste any time!  There he was,
kneeling below me, his knees on each side of my hips.  I
watched as he milked himself once to squeeze out any more
pre-cum that might have been ready to escape, and then he
pulled the loose skin backward, peeling the open end back
until the shiny purple strawberry head was free.

It again glistened in the little bit of light.  You could
see that it was covered with a nice coating of its own
lubricants.  He pushed down on it until it pointed somewhere
out of view under my balls.  Then I felt it rubbing into my
crack, back and forth over the puckered opening to my
insides.  Each pass it felt that much more slick and less
resistant.  Then it stopped directly over its target and I
felt its push against the doorway to my driving hunger.

"Yes!  There!  Now..please!" I whispered hoarsely.  "Yes!
Slip that baby home!  I want you inside me, now!  Please!"
Even as I was asking for it, I lifted myself and pushed
against his ready tool.  I felt as my sphincter relaxed and
the head of his ramrod entered!  He stopped for a moment to
let me get used to it.

"No, don't stop!.  Push it in!  Push it all the way!  Let me
feel it all!"  I begged.

With that, he leaned forward over me, planting one hand on
each side of me through my arms where I was still holding my
legs back.  Then he pressed forward with his hips and I felt
him slide in until I could feel the wiry hairs of his
ballsack tickling my own.  When he was all the way in, as
deep as it would go, he wriggled his hips to make sure I
could feel every bit of it.  I was in heaven!!

I let loose of my legs from my hands, and wrapped them
around his ass and thighs, holding him into me.  I began to
rub my hands up and down his arms, feeling the roughness of
their hair and the sensuousness of his hardened muscles.
Then he slowly began to withdraw.  When there was only the
head still inside me, he reversed and slowly drove himself
back in to the hilt.

My eyes were clenched tightly shut.  I was imagining that
beautiful cock inside me.  The skin rolling back and forth
over it - the head hiding as he withdrew, then emerging to
rub itself against my inner walls as he pushed back into me.
At the end of each thrust, I could feel it jerk and swell,
filling me even more.

It may not have been large in diameter, but its length was
perfect!! And what he was doing with it was more than
perfect!!!  Each time he was at the midpoint - both going in
and coming back out - the ridge at the base of his cockhead
stroked my prostate and sent sparks shooting throughout my
body -- especially down the shaft of my own cock, exploding
as it hit the swollen head.

"Now! Give it to me!  Give it to me good!!  Let me feel that
rod thrill my guts!!  C'mon, babe, drill me `til I scream
`uncle'!!"

"Okay, guy, hang on!  You're about to get your brains fucked
out!" he whispered back to me just before he leaned over and
locked his mouth onto mine.  I opened my lips to allow his
tongue to enter and begin to grapple with mine.  It was
incredible!  He was filling me at both ends!!  I sucked on
his tongue like it was going to drop its own load into my
throat, while I raised my ass to meet each of his forward
thrusts.

My inner muscles were working over his pounding manmeat all
they could - both consciously and unconsciously.  I could
feel every vein and change in surface and texture as it
passed through my stretched sphincter.  The images in my
head were fantastic!!  The sensations were beyond words!!
I clamped my legs tighter around his ass and pulled him
fully into me on each lunge!  I wrapped my arms behind his
back  to help lift myself to him.

Then I relaxed slightly to let him withdraw.only to grab and
pull him back to me on his next thrust!!  I was climbing
into new heights!!  Then I felt the first shudder as his
body hit the point of no return!!

His breathing stopped!  I felt every muscle in his body go
taut!! I felt a shiver where my arms were around his back!
He froze for a moment . then rammed himself into me, lifting
my ass off the floor of the carton.  He stopped any forward
or backward motion and wriggled his pubic bush into me as
tightly as he could!!

Deep inside me, I felt his rigid tool jerk and swell.  Then
I felt the hot lava of his man juice as it erupted into my
bowels, splashing it way all around inside my love tunnel!!
Once, twice, a third, and then a fourth time it exploded its
warm, milky flood before he started to move.

Slowly he began to withdraw, but only about halfway this
time, before he pushed his way back in to the hilt and
wriggled against me again.  This time I felt the same jerk
and swell, but only a much smaller flow of his jizm flowed
into me.  Another slight push was followed by another pulse
of his tool and another smaller flow.

I was writhing beneath him, so caught up in my ecstacy.
Finally, I reached down between us, grabbed my own
overheated member, and stroked it.

It only took about two quick jerks and I felt myself wrapped
in a hot flash of electricity that shot from my balls up my
spine to the base of my skull.then I exploded!!  I shot what
seemed like a quart of pearly white strings of cum all over
my chest and belly.  A couple of the first rounds actually
hit the bottom of my chin and left a trail across the dark
hair of his chest above me.

As I shot my load and my spasms gripped his rod inside me,
he lunged against me again and I could feel his response as
he completed unloading the last drops of his ball batter
into my farthest regions.  Then he collapse onto me.

"Good god, was that something!  You are the best piece of
ass I ever fucked!!  We're going to have to do this again
sometime!"  Then he just lay on me, his softening rod still
inside me, as his breath began to resume a normal rhythm.
We lay that way for several minutes.  I was more than
willing to bear his weight (what little there was) as long
as he stayed inside me and I could at least feel his waning
heat.

That's when we felt the truck move and heard the sound of
someone climbing up on the tailgate.  "Shhh" he whispered to
me, "who the hell could that be?"

Very slowly and quietly he raised himself off me.  I hated
the feeling as his now completely soft cock pulled out and
left me feeling so empty.

Then we heard voices.  Two voices.  Male voices moving
through the truck back towards where we were hidden.  ".no
worry at all.  Jose?  I don't think he's ever set foot in
here.  There's no way anyone is going to come in here and
find us, so you can just cool those delicious looking buns
of yours."

Jose turned back toward me and motioned with his hand to
stay as still and quiet as possible.  He was standing just
inside the edge of the uprighted carton, trying to look out
around the edge of the blanket he had used to cover our
hiding place.

"Over here.to the left.climb inside that big box over there.
..no, not the tall one, that's on your right, ass-hole.over
there on the left."

I couldn't make out the reply.  All I could hear was a muted
whisper.

Then I heard a thump.  It sounded much like the noise we had
made earlier as we climbed over the side of the box we were
now in.  That was followed by the sound of things being
dragged around on the floor, and then there was a second
thump.

"Now get those shorts down and let's see what you've been
bragging about."

It now dawned on me just who that had to be over in the
other carton.

"Oh, yeah! Man, that is one good lookin' cock you got
there!"  I heard.  "Let's see if we can't make it get bigger
and ready for some action!"

"If it gets any bigger, it's going to fucking explode!! Now
stop talking and get your mouth down there where it can do
its job!  ..   OOOoohhhh, yesssssss!!  Suck that cock you
fuckin' fag!"

Between the moans, the slurping sounds, and the noises of
their movements you could have probably set off an M80
inside the truck and they wouldn't have heard it!  I stood
up and moved over behind Jose where I could look over his
shoulder and see what was going on.

He had managed to pull the edge of the blanket open enough
to be able to look across to the other side of the trailer.
There they were.  The two movers from earlier were there -
the blonde was standing in full view facing toward the open
backend of the truck, and the greasy-haired guy with the
ponytail was on his knees with a mouthful of what had to be
ten inches of thick hard cock!

"So much for your `phobe' label," I whispered into Jose's
right ear.  "He's playing the role, but he's enjoying it too
much to be a hundred percent straight!"

As I looked further, I could see that a number of the loose
boxes and cartons we had walked through on our way in were
now piled in front of the carton in which the two other guys
were having their fun - obviously moved there to block
anyone's vision from outside the truck.   Amazing how
similar two solutions to the same `problem' can be!

As we watched, the blonde reached down and grabbed the other
fellow by the back of his head and began to face fuck him
with a vengence!

"Oh, yes!  That's what I like!  Suck that monster cock, you
asshole!   .  Hey!  I like that idea!  Get up!"

He released "ponytail's" head and backed away.  He reached
out and lifted him to a standing position and then turned
him around.  "Now drop those jeans!"

Ponytail obeyed, unbuckling his large belt and then opening
the front of his jeans, pushing on the waist until they slid
down around his ankles.  He wasn't wearing any underwear so
his bare ass was peeking out from under his tee-shirt.  From
here it looked pretty inviting.

He was standing where you couldn't really see his front, but
you could just see a nice sized dickhead swaying back and
forth above the tops of his legs.  Not bad there either!
Too bad he was so fucking ugly!  But from this angle you
couldn't really tell.  I guess Blondie felt that way too.

"Now bend over, slut!" he commanded.  Spitting into his
hand, and squeezing himself to drive some pre-cum out at the
tip, Blondie began to rub the end of his massive tool
between the cheeks in front of him.  Ponytail reached back
and grabbed his cheeks, spreading them open to give access
to his plunderer.

That was all it took.  Blondie centered himself on the
target and pushed!  As he drove it in, you could hear the
sharp intake of breath from both of them!  Then he just kept
burying it all the way to the hilt!  Ponytail didn't make a
sound.   Slowly he started to fuck, grabbing Ponytail by the
hips and beginning to pound into him!

I couldn't just stand there and watch any more.  I was
already completely `re-heated'.

 I stepped forward up against Jose and began to rub my stiff
prod into the crack of his ass cheeks. We were still wearing
nothing but our tee-shirts.  I reached around in front of
him with both my arms and hands.  My left hand went up under
his tee-shirt and began to rub his chest, finally settling
on his left nipple.  My right hand grabbed the re-hardened
manhood I was pretty sure I would find standing out in front
of him.  As I began to stroke it, he leaned back against me.
Rubbing his head back into the crook of my neck and
shoulder, he moaned lowly and moved to rub his back against
my chest.

After several minutes of this, I leaned my head forward and
suggested, "Let's do the same thing as them while we watch.
I'll bet that would be a real turn-on!"

Since I was already standing behind him, he must have
thought that I was thinking about plugging him this time.
He started to say, "I don't know. I really don't do bottom."

"Who said anything about you taking it?  That's what I
like!"  With that I moved in front of him and bent over.
"Go to it, man!  I need another good fuck!  Now!"

So, as we watched the two going at it across from us, I felt
him press the end of his swollen rod against my already
loosened sphincter.  It only took a little more pressure and
he was in!  Once he was fully imbedded in my man pussy, he
began to mirror their moves.

It was incredible!  It was almost as though I were watching
myself get fucked!!  As Blondie began to speed up, Jose
began to speed up as well!  Pretty soon both Ponytail and I
were being pistoned like a pair of diesels gone wild!  Damn,
it felt good!!!

"OOOOOohhhhhh, ssshhhhhitttttt!!  Here it cums!" Blondie
shouted.  "I'm gonna fill your ass like you never had it
loaded before!"  With that he grabbed tightly and pulled
Ponytail against him!!  "I'm cummminnnngggggg!!!" he gasped
out.  "Take that load you fucking slut fag!  You like that
don't you!?!  You like having my balls unload up your ass,
don't you!?!  Well, you take it all, you fuck-ass whore!
You take it all!!!"

With that he reached around in front and grabbed Ponytail's
cock and hit it with a couple short strokes!  When it did,
Ponytail arched back against him and you could see his six
or seven inches of cock in Blondie's hand as it ejaculated a
two-foot stream of white, pearly ball batter up and out in
front of him!

That was all it took!  I felt Jose jam himself home into me
as deeply as he could and then he just stopped dead!  He
gasped and whispered, "Here it comes, buddy!  Here it
comes!!".and cum he did.  Again I felt the swell and jerk of
him deep inside my bowels, then the hot flood of his lover's
fluids splashing off the sides of my fuck chute and warming
me.  Then he made one quick out-in motion and I felt it
repeating inside me.  He withdrew and rammed me once more .
and again I felt his love muscle pulse and release more of
his spunk.  I wanted him to keep it going!  I wanted a
gallon of his jizm in me!!  My inner muscles were working
his rod to drain it of every possible drop of his wonderful
juices.

Somewhere in the last minute Jose had reached around me
(just as Blondie did to Ponytail) and started to pound my
own six-and-half inches of steel-hard cock and just as his
flow was ebbing, I felt myself start to explode again!!  The
electric current started between my legs and enveloped my
balls.  Then it shot back past the wonderful sensations of
him stretching my ass hole with this gorgeous rod and
travelled up my spine.  When it hit the base of my brain, it
blew!  I matched Ponytail spurt for spurt, distance for
distance, as I laid ropes of creamy white pearls onto the
side of the carton in front of me!

As I felt him beginning to subside in me, I straightened
back up and leaned back into Jose.  He ran his left hand up
my stomach and chest while he still held my surging meat in
his right hand.  Then he leaned forward to kiss the back of
my neck.  Working his way around to the right side of my
neck, he kissed his way to my ear and whispered, "That was
great!  You really are one marvelous fuck!  This can't be
our only time together.  We're going to have to do this
again sometime . sometime soon, I hope."  Then he kissed my
ear and held me to him.

As we watched, Blondie and Ponytail found a rag and cleaned
themselves up a bit.  Then they re-dressed and started to
climb out of the carton they were in.  When Ponytail was out
of the box, he turned to his blonde buddy and said,  "See. I
said there wouldn't be anybody coming around here.  It's
safe in here!  Wanna try it again tomorrow?"

"Yeah.  you'd like that wouldn't you, you horny fag!  But as
long as you're puttin' out ass, I'll be here!  You are one
fine fuck!  Now let's get the hell out of here before anyone
sees us!"

As they jumped off the back of the truck, I turned to Jose
and said, "As long as they're coming back tomorrow for a
replay, you want to get in here first again?"

"Wish I could, guy..'cause you, too, are `one fine fuck';
but I'm off tomorrow.  Maybe we can try again next week.or
at least the next time I get sent back to this site.
Remember I work for the moving company and they send me all
around the state.  But you can be sure that I'll try to look
you up the next time I'm here.  It's two-dot-two-forty-four,
right? "

"You bet.  I'll be waiting." I replied as we exited the
truck and walked back through the loading dock area.

Other stories by this author:   "Just Being Neighborly",
"Mall Walking", "Warehouse Excursion", and "Special
Seminar".  Your notes and comments are gratefully accepted,
so let me hear from you.   CNJshore9@aol.com