Date: Tue, 20 Mar 2007 07:38:15 -0700 (PDT)
From: D One <doned88@yahoo.com>
Subject: Overtime

He had finished the first week of his new job. Cache had gotten the job through
a friend at college. Actually he was a former fuck buddy at college.

  Arthur and Cache had met in a bathroom in the basement of the gym. They
didn't speak. Somehow both knew what they wanted, who they were and what to do
next. They moved silently to the handicapped stall in the far end.

  As the two approached, two other young men left the stall glancing at them
and then at the floor. Arthur and Cache knew they were not alone.

  But after several late night visits to this nortorious meeting place they
already knew that.

  Inside the stall, their lips met and their hands moved inside each others
clothing. It didn't take long for shirts to be open, pants to be dropped and
mouths to envelope each other's nipples, tongues, testicle and cocks.

  Cache was startled by the morning light as he left the gym. The sun was just
beginning to peak through the trees on the south side of the campus. He had
gone to the gym john at 2 am. He and Arthur had been exploring each other and
their sexual needs for hours.

  He couldn't sleep as he lay on his bed. Pretending to sleep, Cache ignored
the movements of his roommate who prepared for his morning classes. Finally he
left the room and Cache kicked back the sheets that covered his naked body and
still hard penis.

  Closing his eyes, Cache began to relive the night. There was something
different about sex with this guy he met. There had been blowjobs, butt fucking
and even threeways there before ever since he had discovered the meeting place.
But that night was different.

  His hand moved all over his body as Cache imagined it was Arthur's hands that
touched him, Arthur's fingers that pinched his nipples and Arthur's fingers
that slid inside him.

  The knocking brought Cache back to the dissappointment of reality. He
muttered as he pulled on the discarded calvins on the floor and went to the
door.

  Arthur was standing there shirtless. He didnt's speak but instead moved
inside the dorm room. Cache closed and locked the door putting the handkerchef
on the door knob outside. It was the sign to his roomate not to enter. Many
times he had seen it when his roomie had some girl inside. Now it as his turn.

  He felt the heat of Arthur's body as he moved very close without touching
forcing Cache backwards into the room and on his bed.

  He was naked now, not remembering how his Calvins returned to the floor. His
legs rubbed against Arthur's bare chest and his ass swallowed Arthurs cock.

  It was different then the night hours earlier. It didn't feel rushed with
their animal lust but yet again it seemed to happen by magic.

  There were moments of clarity with missing seconds inbetween.

  He looked up at Arthur's clenched closed eyes as he felt the side of the boys
cock moving against his flesh.  Turning his head Cache saw the reflected image
across the room and was fascinated seeing his own body being pressed on the bed
and the roundness of his buttocks being invaded by a stick fleshy pole.

  Many times he had masturbated watching himself but never imagined he would
see himself this way.

  Classes were missed that morning as Arthur found repeated reasons to
repostion Cache for multiple invasions.

  The sex was like unquenchible thirst, unsatisfied hunger, unending needs by
both young men relying on tehir youth, strength and lust.

  Cache awoke with the hardon that reflected his memory of Arthur.  His plans
were interupted by the ringing of the phone.

  "Hey it's George at work"  Cache had met George and all the others that week.
He had come home with a headache each day as he tried to remember all the
names, the systems, the procedures as he got used to the job.

  "Call Mr. Cranston" Arthur had said "use my name and you'll get an
appointment. I've known him since I was fourteen" Arthur's smile only hinted at
what that meant.

  Cache had kissed Arthur at the airport when he left for the year in Rome.
"I'll be back, I promis" Arthur and Cache ignored the raised eyebrows on nosy
women and the averted eyes of many men as they hugged.

  "Can you come in for a few hours? We need to go over the project so we can
land running next week. Don't worry Cranston's approved the ot" George said.

  Cranston indeed seemed happy to hear from him and the interview was quite
pleasant. "We're always looking for new talent. Arthur says you're a computer
whiz." The man smiled and acted quite professionally. Perhaps, Cache thought,
his suspicions of Arthurs and his relationship was his imagination. "When can
you start?"

  Cache wasn't ready to be hired so easily. They discussed salary, benefits,
goals of the job and Cache met a few people who worked by the computer station
he would use.

  "Uh yea" he sleepily reacted wondering if he had time to jack off before
going to work.

  "Uh and dress casually, I'm in shorts and an old sweatshirt" George said.

  "You're there already?" Cache asked.

  "Yea me and Milt so come on down asap" he said.

  Arthur stood and stretched looking at his smooth naked body in the mirror.
His pointed penis begged for his hand or better yet Arthur's mouth.

  "God I love sucking your cock" Arhtur whispered in his ear before he turned
to walk to the plane.

  Cache wanted to blurt out how he loved riding Arthur's cock but the crowds
around them made him swallow the words he ached to say so loud that Arthur
would throw him on the airport floor and fuck him in front of everyone.

  He pulled on a v neck t shirt and his favorite pair of torn jeans. Cache
didn't forget to put on underwear he did it on purpos loving the feeling of the
denim cloth craddling his ballsac and penis.

  It was a short drive and he was tempted to pull his penis out one of the
ripped areas as he drove and jack it. It wouldn't be the first time.

  The building was in an industrial park. There was nothing distinctive about
them. Only the metal lettered sign identified the company, INFOTECHMATICS.

  He used his security key to get inside and trotted up the stairs. There was
an elevator but the stairs seemed handier. By the time he unlocked the office
door a bit of sweat had accumulated form the 8 flights.

  "Ah there you are" George said. He was a little older then Cache. His shorts
fit his form well, the roundness of his buttocks and the bulge of his obviously
free handing package were quite evident.

  Cache laughed knowing he was still horny. But the sight of George's bare
round shoulder jutting out the torn sleeves of his sweatshirt were enticing.

  "We're working in the board room" George said.

  Milton was waiting when they entered. He work a tank top and denim cutoff
shorts. His thighs were smooth Cache noted.

  "Sit here and look at this"

  Cache sat in front of a computer monitor at one end of the room. The workflow
chart there supported what George and Milton discussed with him about the
project. It didn't seem difficult and Cache wasn't sure why they had to go over
it on a Saturday.

  He soon knew as the repeated times George put his hands on his shoulders. As
his hand moved down into the v neck and found Cache's nipples, Cache didn't
know what to do.

  "Milt" George said quietly "it's time"

  Milt pulled his tank top off. The sight of his round pectorals, his six pack
stomach and totally smooth torso aroused Cache further then the pinching
fingers on his nipples already had.

  Milt knelt in front of Cache and reached for the buttons on his jeans. Cache
lifted his buttocks as the pants were pulled down and off his legs.

  Milt's mouth enveloped the tightened ballsac until the warmth loosened them.
His tongue traveled from the base to the tip of Cache's cock and his lips
encircled the head as they slid down the shaft.

  Cache watched not seeing George strip off his own shirt and shorts. But Cache
felt his head pulled back by the gentle but firm tug on his hair. The mouth
that pressed against his began to exchange salava and toungue.

  Cache thought aout Arthur, what he would think about what was happening or
better yet how he would join in. It wouldn't have been the first threesome,
foursome or larger orgy the two of them would be involed in.

  Cache opened his eyes seeing George step over and point his fact cock at his
lips. Cache kissed, licked and began to suck.

  He felt his legs lifted and the warmth of Milt's tongue on his butthole.

  Cache thought what an odd image he must make sitting on that chair being
tongue fucked and face fucked at the same time.

  Then he felt Milt enter him. His cock wasn't as thick as Arthur's but it felt
good sliding hurredly in and out of him.

  The possibilities were only limited by the three's imagination and lust.

  The sperm flowed down his throat and up his ass.

  "Whew, you're hot" George said squeezing the last drops of his cockhead and
letting it drip on Cache's bare stomach. "Let's relax a bit".

  The three naked men walked to the kitchen niche and got cokes from the
refrigerator.

  "So you single?" Milton finally spoke.

  "Right now" Cache said "Arthur's in Europe for a year."

  "Arthur Moore?" Milton asked smiling.

  "Yea, you know him?" Cache.

  George nodded "Oh yea, used to work here summers. Cranston brought him in"

  Cache knew there was much to learn about Arthur. He had long ago realized
that they talked little about each other's lives. Everytime they got together
they only talked long enough to find a place to strip naked and enjoy each
other sexually.

  "Come on, we're not through" George said.

  Cache watched the large firm buttocks flex as the older boy moved ahead of
them back to the conference room.

  "UP" George said.

  Cache was on his hand and knees on the conference table with George holding
his hips. Milt lay on the table and slid underneath so the two could 69.
George's fat cock opened Cache up wider then Milton had and he was soon fucking
with long slow insertions and quick near pullouts.

  The three lay there on the table with cum dripping penis and chests heaving
as they panted from their sex.

  The phone rang and George answered.

  "Yea, sure, thanks Sir" he said.

  He left the table and reached for his clothes.

  "Who was that?" Cache asked.

  "Cranston" he said.

  "Oh, he's coming?"

  George and Milton laughed "I think he did already" Milton responded evoking
more laughter.

  Cache looked questioning.

  George pointed to the ceiling of the room. There Cache saw the cameras
pointed at them. He realized their boss had been watching them fuck and suck
for hours.

  "Oh it's one of his things. He's ok, really, and if you ever get together
with him, it's more fun, the man is hung like a horse" George said, "woof".

  "Kind of creepy" Cache said not knowing if he should dress or be pissed off
or what.

  "It's cool" Milton said "We had to find out about you"

  "So how was your weekend?" Cranston asked as he put his hand on Cache's
shoulder on Monday.

  "I think you know" Cache said smiling.

  "Yes I do. Arthur told me." he said "But everyone loves a little overtime so
I figured you would too."

  "Thanks, I could use the overtime anytime you want to give it to me." Cache
said.

  Arthur would be back in a year. Cache couldnt' wait but he knew he'd have
alot to tell him about...let alone thank him for. Everyone needs overtime.