Date: Tue, 17 Oct 2000 16:13:05 EDT
From: Cnjshore9@aol.com
Subject: Warehouse Excursion

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.

The first story I wrote ("Just Being Neighborly") turned out
to have 26 chapters before I ended it. Then I decided to try
one-shot episodes and wrote my first Un-continued story
("Mall Walking").  This is the next of my more recent
fantasies.  Hope you like it.  If you do, feel free to let
me know.  If you didn't, you can also tell me that; but,
please, try to be nice about it, I have a very fragile ego.


Warehouse Excursion

"Damn, that's nice!" I thought to myself as I turned and saw
him walking down the aisle of the warehouse toward where I
was.   I was using the cross-aisle toward to the door and
out to the company cafeteria when I saw him, so I hesitated
there, pretending that I was looking at something on a skid
there.

There was just something in his body shape and walk that
exuded MAN.  I couldn't really make out his face yet, but
there was that almost wild shock of dark brown hair on his
head, below which was a wide set of shoulders and a massive
chest, a narrow waist, and what had to be well muscled legs
over the light brown work boots.  He looked to be about
5'10", maybe 5'11", and built for, or by, heavy work.

His light blue t-shirt set off the tanned arms, covered with
a nice layer of light brown curly hair.  The cut of his pecs
showed through the tight cotton material and a pair of
quarter-sized nipples were there, just waiting to be
nibbled.  His faded jeans were held up by a wide brown belt
and his work boots were, of course, loose at the top with
the laces hanging most of the way to the floor.  The jeans
were tight enough to give a hint of what was covered by
them, but loose enough that you couldn't really see anything
for sure.

I was caught in the quandry as to whether or not I should
continue walking, or stand there and wait for him to pass by
me - perhaps close enough for me to catch a smell of the
manly scent and pheromones that had to be radiating from
him.

My decision made, I stopped and stood there, turning toward
the skid to appear to be checking it out more closely, and
waited for him to approach.  As he passed me, I looked at
him, and gave him a nod and smile in greeting - nothing
special, just the kind you would give to anyone in the
workplace as a simple courtesy.  He nodded back, but without
a smile or any direct eye contact.

The wait was worth it.  There was a scent of real man about
him, and it must have shot directly from my nose to my cock.
He wasn't two feet past me and I had already sprung a hard-
on that would have pierced the cardboard container in front
of me if were standing any closer to it.

I turned to watch him walking away and saw the most gorgeous
butt I have seen in a long time.  There was something about
it that just kept saying, "grab me, bite me, kiss me, and do
me!"  The arms and shoulders looked as good from this side
as they did from the other.  Yes, that was a MAN!!!

I have always made it a cardinal rule not to get involved
with anyone where I work (except that one guy I caught
beating off in the shower in the company gym.but that's
another story); however, I decided then and there that I
just might make another exception to my rule for the guy
that had just walked by.  Besides,  I didn't think I would
ever have to worry about it anyway.'cause that guy had "HET"
written all over him!  But I can dream, can't I?

The next day, I was on my way over to lunch again, and,
although I was maybe 10 minutes later than the day before,
there he was again.  I couldn't very well stop and pretend
to look at the same skid as before, that might be just a bit
too obvious, so this time I turned up the aisle and walked
directly toward him, as though I had a reason to do so.

As I passed, I smiled and nodded a greeting.  This time he
smiled back as he nodded in return.  His smile was, as they
say, "to die for".  I felt a shiver run up my spine.  What
is it about this guy that makes me want to just jump on top
of him?  I've seen a lot of damn fine looking men around
this place, but there is just something about this one
that...whatever.

Anyway, after he passed, I turned and looked back at him and
watched him walk down the aisle until he turned off at some
cross aisle down the way.  Luckily he never looked back.  I
took the next available left turn and threaded my way back
to the main cross aisle where I had started, and walked on
out the door.

As I was returning from the cafeteria, I saw the guy
standing across the street in the sunlight by the door to
the warehouse.  I steeled myself and started to head that
way.  As I reached to open the door and go through toward my
office, he turned to me and said, "Hey.  Great day isn't it?
Kind of a shame to have to go back indoors."

Somehow I managed to keep from going to pieces right there!!
It was like I had just gotten hit by that famous Mack truck
that seams to be cruising out there just waiting to hit
whomever.  "Hunh.. Oh, yeah. that's the truth, isn't it?"
I really couldn't think of anything else to say.

My mind had stopped functioning the minute he opened his
mouth and spoke.  The MAN was talking to me.and I couldn't
do more than a quick response and then muttered, ".hope it
stays this good for the weekend," as I passed through the
open doorway.

As I walked back to my office, I couldn't get his picture
(actually a whole lot of pictures - of HIM) out of my mind.
I had a very unproductive afternoon.  I just kept thinking
about HIM.  By mid-afternoon, I couldn't stand it any
longer, so I went into the men's room, checked to make sure
it was empty besides myself, and jacked off to a mental
image of his letting me undress him and lick his nipples.
It didn't take very long to bring that one off!!  That
fantasy was driving me insane!

I ate at my desk the next day.  I had someone bring me back
a sandwich because I had to get the work done that I
couldn't concentrate on the day before.  .but the next day,
I struck out again for the cafeteria.  I walked slowly and
looked all around as I passed through the warehouse, hoping
HE might be around, but.no such luck.  Actually, I thought,
that's probably good.  I don't need to get so worked up.

After eating, as I came out of the building where the
cafeteria was located, I looked across to the warehouse
door.  Oh, my god! There HE was!  Right where he had been
two days before.  Well, buck up, man. see if you can get
past and in the door without making a complete fool of
yourself!  Be ready to nod.I'm sure he won't say anything
today.

As I got to the warehouse door, I nodded to him and smiled
as I started to reach and open it.  .and he did it again!
"Hey. it's still too nice to go back in there!  By the way,
my name's Dan.  You work in there someplace?  I keep seeing
you in there and out here.  I just got moved over from the
receiving side."

This time, I somehow managed to get a reasonable grip on my
mind and was actually able to reply.  "Well.no, not really.
I just cut through.  My office is out the other side.  The
little building on the far side --  the QC/QA department --
you know."

"Oh, you must be one of `those pains in the ass' I keep
hearing everyone talk about," he offered with a grin.  Then
he continued, "Oh. I hope I didn't offend you..did I?"

"No, not at all.  We've been called that a lot. and we've
been called a lot worse.  `PITA' is about the least of them.
..and my name's Peter.  I guess now when we pass each other
we can use names instead of just nods."

"Sounds reasonable to me," he replied.  "See you next time
you're `passing through'."

"Sure thing, .Dan.," I answered as I finally opened the door
and stepped into the warehouse.

There's a men's room just to the right as you come into the
warehouse, and I guess my kidneys had gone into hyperdrive
just before, because I really needed to use the facilities.
So I turned and went in.  There are only two urinals and two
toilet cubicles in this room.  There are a lot more in the
locker room on the other side of the building, so I guess
this room is here for `emergencies'.  Well this certainly
classified as an `emergency'.

I quickly unzipped and took the slot on the left, turning
slightly to the left since there wasn't any privacy shield
between them.  The first splash had hardly hit when I heard
the door open.  I heard footsteps coming my way, and then I
saw the shadow as someone took the slot to my right.  I
played the "I don't see you.you don't see me" men's room
game, and looked straight ahead at the flush valve.  But my
resolve finally waned and I gave a quick glance over and
down . to see a perfectly formed, wonderfully sized (not
small, but not too big) cock being held from the right, so
there was a clear view of the whole thing.

Looking back up (at the valve), I tried to remember all the
details of what I had just seen.  It was cut, maybe five or
so inches long, and had a nice tannish color, not really
brown, but not the bright white or pink that's common with
blondes and redheads.  There was a classic strawberry shaped
head with a slight slope and curl up to a ridge at the edge.
It was flaccid with a few wrinkles (for growth, I'm sure),
though it still appeared to be somewhat firm and heavy.  All-
in-all it looked good that way, and I bet it would look
better when excited.

Shifting slightly to my right, I moved my hand down to the
base of my own shaft, now making my own tool as visible to
whomever was there, as his was to me.  Now to see what
happens..

I cut my eyes back over for only a brief second and then
looked back at the valve.  Were they deceiving me, or were
some of those wrinkles gone?  I backed up slightly and
looked down at what was in my own hand, but giving me a new
view through my peripheral vision.  Yes!  It was definitely
more filled out than before.and the stream was starting to
split in two.  I know mine does that when I start to get
excited, maybe..just maybe.  Then it gave a definite upward
jerk!  Yes!!!

That's when I looked up and turned to see who it was.  My
knees nearly buckled!! It was Dan, standing there next to
me.  And he was looking directly at me with a big smile on
his face.  I felt the blood rush to my own face.  I could
tell I was blushing terribly!  He just kept smiling.

Then, through my peripheral vision again, I saw him
definitely lift and flop that delicious looking meat in his
hand.almost as though he was weighing it.  Then he openly
looked down at what I was holding.  By this time, I wasn't
really holding it.it was standing out there all on its own!

It must have been `contagious', because as soon as he had
looked and seen my own state, his rod jumped up out of his
hand and began to rise and point toward the top of the
urinal.

At this point, there was no doubt what was on both our
minds.  It was just a matter of who was going to start it,
and what we were going to do about it.  He took the lead.

"It's a little to public here.  If you want to, just follow
me out of here.  I know a place we can go into that'll be
safe."  With that he backed away and reached down, almost
having to force that wonderful rod back into his jeans.

I followed suit, and met him at the sink where he was
washing his hands.  As I started to wash mine, I looked up
into the mirror and saw the reflection of myself standing
next to him.  We were about the same height and both had
brown hair and brown eyes, but that was just about the only
similarities.

He was around 30 and - at least in my estimation - "damned
good looking".  I, on the other hand, was just over 50 and,
although I stayed in reasonably good shape, I'd starting to
show a bit of a middle-age spread, and there were more than
just a couple grey hairs above my ears.  I couldn't help but
ask myself, "why me?"

When he tossed the used paper towel into the bin, he leaned
over, gave me a quick peck on the cheek, ran his left hand
over my butt, and whispered, "C'mon, sexy. let's go have
some fun!"

.and my knees did it again!!  I had to reach out and hold
onto the countertop to keep from just falling over.  This
was just too good to be true!  But this was one `gift horse'
I was NOT going to look into any further.  I was definitely
going to take it `as is'!

He walked out the door and I stayed back just a second to
give him a head start.  (I don't know why I felt I shouldn't
walk along with him.but I opted to follow from a distance.)
When I came out of the men's room, I saw him walking across
the main aisle and started that direction.  I followed him
around several turns and finally into a somewhat darkened
area where there were a number of old, dust-covered pallets
of large cardboard boxes.

He turned right around the corner at the end of the skids,
and I followed.  When I turned the corner, he was not in
sight.   As I walked slowly down the aisle toward the cement
block wall at the end, I spotted a narrow corridor between
two double-high stacked skids on my right.  When I came
alongside the opening, I heard a whisper.  "Down here," it
said.  So I edged my way sidewise down between the boxes.
Two skids down, it opened into a small area, maybe eight
feet square, and bounded on all sides by the high walls of
cardboard cases stacked on skids.

Dan was standing, or rather, leaning, against the back wall
of boxes.  "You know," he said in a very soft, quiet voice,
not to be heard outside our little `room'.  "I'm not
normally attracted to someone as much older as you are, but
.. oh, I hope I didn't offend you . anyway, I don't know
why, but every time I've passed you, or you've passed me the
past few days, my cock has jumped into overdrive.  I decided
a couple days ago that I was going to `check you out' one
way or another.  When you went into the men's room just
before, I saw the perfect opportunity."

"Damn!  That sounds awfully familiar. and, no, I'm not
offended . in fact, I'm amazed.  I thought all along that,
as much as I had some terrific fantasies about you, you'd
never even look twice at such an `old man'.  And, then, when
you walked in next to me just before, I damned near fell
into the urinal!  You have no idea how much it took to keep
from `checking you out' until I couldn't resist it any
more."

"I know.  I could see you looking straight ahead so
determined not to glance over.  When you finally did, it was
as if you had grabbed hold of me and I could feel the heat
of your hand on me.  I couldn't hold off the blood rush and
hard-on.  .but you were good.  I mean really, really subtle.
If I hadn't been looking for it, and hoping so much, I would
have never noticed.  .but when you did.  and then when I
could see you were reacting, I knew I was going to have to
make the first move."

"I'm sure glad you did.  I know I've lost out on a  lot of
opportunities in the past, just because I was too fearful to
take a chance - even when it appeared to be a better than
90% odds.  But I still don't understand why. There are too
many good looking young guys around here.  Why me?"
"I really don't know. but why the hell are we just standing
here talking."

He took two steps forward and slid his right hand over my
crotch.  There wasn't much there when he first touched, but
it didn't take more than a couple seconds and his hand was
able to wrap around a nice big lump behind my fly.

I reached over to him and grasped what was already a very
noticeable bulge in his jeans.  Then I reached up and around
him and pulled him against me.  He pulled his hand out from
between us, so that our two pulsating rods touched and
pressed against each other.  His arms encircled me and I
felt his hands grab onto each of my cheeks and pull me
tighter as he ground his crotch against mine.

I pushed my groin forward and then from side to side,
feeling his hard, hot manhood between us.  Then I ran my
hands up from his waist to the top, back of his shoulders
and pulled his chest to mine.  Without another more, or
word, he leaned his head forward and his lips touched mine.
I shock of electricity ran from my butt, up my spine, and
into my head!

It was unbelievable!!!  He just radiated MAN!!  He just
enveloped me with SEX and LUST!!

I dropped to my knees in front of him and grabbed for his
belt buckle.  I loosened it, and then the top button on his
jeans was open and the zipper was down!  I could smell his
musk rising up out of the cotton shorts behind the open `V'.
I buried my face in the cloth and felt his tool jerk and
pulse against my lips!  This was going to be one lunch that
I was going to remember for a long time!!!

I reached up and grabbed the top of his jeans on both sides,
pulling them downward.  I had to pull to get them over those
buns that I had longed for before, but once free, they
dropped right past his knees and down around his boottops.
There it was.and what a sight.   His white briefs were
tented out - way out - and the tops of his muscular legs
were covered with a nice amount of dark, curly brown hair.

I moved down and planted my face over the tops of his
thighs, my nose just below his cotton-contained balls.  My
hands came back up behind those delicious thighs and began
to stroke up and down between where they met his ass and
just above his knees.  He reached down and stroked the back
of my head.

Rising slightly, I began to lick his balls right through the
cloth, and worked my way upward until I could get my lips
over that wonderful rod lying against his abs and now
peeking its head out of the elastic at the top.  There was a
shiny drop of man dew glistening on the slit at the top.
Maybe by the time I get all the way up to it, there'll be
more reward waiting.

Slowly I munched my way upward, tonguing the hot, throbbing
rod beneath the white knit cotton, until I felt the smooth,
warmth of bare skin touch my cheek.  I felt the wet and then
the coldness as my cheek passed over the tip, which was
leaving a trail of his precum as I moved to bring my mouth
over the head.  Then it was there!  I tasted his sweet
manjuice - it was so sweet and delicious - and even as I
did, I felt it jerk and pulse again, and another droplet
emerged onto my tongue.

As I reached the upper tip, I opened my mouth and pressed in
and down and enveloped the whole head, pushing the elastic
down with my lips.   Once it was in my mouth, I reached up
with both hands, gripped the elastic band and pulled his
shorts down until they dropped below his knees onto the
jeans still bunched around his boottops.  Then I slowly
leaned backward and pushed my lips down over the shaft,
driving the head further back into my mouth until it hit the
top of my throat.

That's when I noticed the extra movement of the skin along
the shaft.  It could mean only one thing.uncut!!!  This was
truly my lucky day!!  Gorgeous, hunky, and uncut!!  Another
jolt of electricity ran up my spine and sent sparks into my
head at the base of my skull.

I backed off, keeping my lips tight on his steel-hard spike
so that the skin rolled forward and, as my lips passed over
the flare at the base of the head, it began to cover the
head.  I felt it as the head came out of my lips, but there
was still that little pucker of extra flesh between my lips.
I was in heaven!!

I reached up with my right hand and gripped his rod an inch
or so behind the head.  Then I moved me head far enough back
that I could look at the tip of it.  There was that little
extra flap of foreskin.  I pushed my hand down toward his,
also delightful, curly brown pubic bush and watched as the
shiny bluish pink head emerged from its cowl.  The skin just
rolled back so wonderfully until it disappeared behind the
ridge at the base of the strawberry.  There is just
something incredibly sexy about that!  I don't know what it
is, but I am overwhelmed just by the sight of it.

I leaned forward and licked the tip, then leaned back and
watched as I pushed the skin forward again, watching as it
rolled back over, hiding the head behind its lips.   I put
my lips to those and pushed forward to drive his love tool
between my lips, causing the skin to push back, exposing the
head as it passed into my mouth.  Then I withdrew and
allowed the foreskin to roll forward, again covering its
throbbing treasure.

Holding the skin with my hand tightly behind the head, I
inserted my tongue into the little opening at the end.  It
stretched wider and allowed me to run my tongue over the
hidden tip and then around the head all the way to the
undercut behind the ridge at its base.  I felt him tremble
as my tongue rasped its way, swirling around the swollen
head and then rubbing that super-sensitive spot just behind
the little `v' on the underside just below the slit.  As I
did this, I felt the warmth of another drop of his dew as it
spilled onto my tongue.

By now, I could hear his breathing becoming more heavy and
ragged, and the pressure of his hands on the back of my head
was increasing.  Then I felt the first bump as he pushed
forward into my mouth and began to fuck my face.  I kept my
right hand tightly around his shaft, but moved it further
back so that its heel was resting in his brown bush.  This
did two things.it made the skin move back and forth over his
rod as he drove himself in and pulled back, and it also kept
him from driving it too deeply into my mouth and throat.
(I've still got to get the knack of deep throating, and stop
my gag reflex.)

I reached up with my left hand now and grabbed and pulled
down on his balls as they swung between his legs and rapped
against my chin.  I pulled and twisted them lightly for a
short while, then let loose and began to run my hand up and
down on the insides of both his thighs, alternating from one
side to the other.

Finally I went for broke.  I slid my hand all the way to the
top of his thighs - up to where I could rub against that
pleasure-producing spot right at the base of his cock behind
his balls.   Then I worked my way back and forth until the
tip of my finger was lightly stroking the tiny warm dot
marking the entrance to his man pussy.  He didn't flinch, so
at the next pass, I crooked my finger slightly and exerted
more pressure on the wrinkled sphincter.  He moved his right
foot out slightly to open his legs a little more.  That
could only mean one thing.  I pushed my hand back and
pressed the tip of my ring finger into the indentation and
then pushed again.

Dan had started to sweat so it was nice and wet in the crack
between his legs, and my finger went right into the socket.
He moaned.  I pushed again and my finger slipped further
into his warm inner sanctum.  Then I slowly withdrew it and
pushed it back in.  Over and over I began to fuck his hot
hole with my finger.  Then I also inserted my index finger
and continued my drilling in and out of his tight pucker.

Little by little I felt it becoming looser even though it
still gripped my fingers each time I moved them.   He had
begun to wriggle his butt to open it more fully and to
enhance the feelings he was getting from my efforts.
Finally, as he pushed back hard against them, I sent them
further into him until I felt the hard nut of his prostate.
I could tell he was about ready to go -- both from the
sounds I could hear above my head as well as from his
increasingly frenetic movements.

I stroked his magic spot on the inside once more -- and felt
him freeze.  Then a shiver ran through his whole body, and
his magnificent manmeat swelled to its fullest in my mouth.
With only a slight forward thrust of his hips, he began to
flood my throat with his heavy cream.  ..four.five.six times
I felt him pulse and erupt as I swallowed and lapped with my
tongue to catch it all.  I made sure I got every drop of
it!!  It tasted like fresh young man jizm, so sweet, yet
salty.  I could have drunk from him all day and all night,
but finally it stopped its flow.

I figured that was the end of it, and started to pull my
fingers free and back away.but he clamped his legs together
to trap my hand between them..  "No.no.don't stop that.keep
your fingers in there.keep them moving." he whispered.
"Open me up. please, I need to get fucked..NOW!"

Wow! That was a whole new twist.  He wanted me to fuck him.
I'm a bottom myself, not a top; but as hard and excited as I
was then, and as much as I wanted this to only be the first
trip into here with this stud, I wasn't going to argue.

I stood up, opened my belt and pants and let them drop.  I
pulled my hand out from between his legs, and with the
other, I turned him around so that his wonderful buns were
facing me.  He leaned forward and put his hands out onto the
cardboard box in front of him and spread his legs apart.

I said before that his buns had called out to me, well now I
was going to answer!!

I knelt down behind him, putting the first three fingers of
my right hand into my mouth and getting them slick with a
mixture of saliva and his spunk that was still there.  Then,
as I slid my hand into the crack and began to rub back and
forth over his waiting hole, I leaned forward and began to
kiss, nibble, and lick those delicious buns!!  I worked my
mouth up and down and back and forth across those delightful
globes!

I've never been much into putting my face to someone's
backside, but this one was just called too loudly for me to
ignore it.  I could smell the heat of his earlier lust and
could almost feel it beginning to increase again.  He spread
his legs a little more and the tip of my index finger nudged
his hole until I felt him loosen and it slipped in.  I began
to move it in and out and twisted it slightly from side to
side.

Pretty soon it was joined by a second and then the third
finger.  He was now hunkering down a little to make entry
easier and almost beginning to drive himself down onto my
fingers.  Well, if he wants to drive himself down on
something, I thought, I've got something a whole lot better
than just my fingers!

I stood up, keeping my hand where it was until I could get
my rock-hard rod positioned next to it.  I don't think I
have ever seen that thing so hard!  It looked like a painted
wooden carving, except for the glistening  purple head that
was throbbing and pulsing in anticipation.  Then in one
quick motion, I slipped my finger out and pressed the head
of my cock against the now slippery hole.

Between the saliva and cum from my fingers and its own
precum, the way was more than well lubricated.  In it went!!
As the warmth of his love chute enveloped my tool, I just
wanted more of it.  I couldn't hold back!  He didn't show
any signs of pain, and I slammed it in to the hilt!

"Oohhh, yesss!" he exhaled through clenched teeth!
"Oooohhh, shit! Yes!  Oh, damn! That feels good!  Now pound
my ass!  Please!"

I grabbed him around each side just above his legs and
pulled myself to him, holding him tightly as I began to
piston my ass, driving my raging hard-on deep into his
bowels.  For once, I thought, I know why tops like to be
tops!  I've never really felt anything like it!  This man
had an ass that could launch a thousand balls!!  He was
doing more with those inner muscles than I have ever felt
another guy do with his mouth!!  I could barely keep
standing!  My whole body was alive and trembling!!

The warmth of his chute!  It felt like a thousand tiny
fingers running around me as I drove into him and then
withdrew until only the head remained inside.  Again and
again I slammed myself against those cheeks, driving myself
into worlds I never knew existed!  That feeling!  It was all
over me - not just on my cock or in my balls - but all over
my body I felt shooting sparks!

Each time I rammed my stone-hard cock into his bowels, he
moaned.  "Uuuuuuuunnnnnggghhhhhh!!  OOOOooooooooooohhhhhh!
OOOOoooooooohhhhh, yesssssssss!"

At this point I really didn't have far to go.  By the end of
no more than another minute, I could feel the urge begin to
build behind my balls as they lifted tighter against me, and
I knew it wouldn't be long.

I pounded harder and tried to get deeper!  My head was
thrown back and my eyes were shut tight!  My entire being
was focused on that six-and-a-half inches of me that were
plowing into that hot stud's steely  buns!  It felt sooooooo
good!  It was incredible!!  I wanted to shoot my seed deep
into him!! And I was going to do so at any moment.

"Oooooohhhhh!  Uuunnnnnghhh!  Ooooooooooooooooohhhhhhh!!" I
grunted between my teeth as I felt the hot lava-like flow
boil up and begin its eruption through the tube on the
bottom side of my throbbing, jerking rod.  Then it shot into
him.  I could almost feel it as it splattered against the
walls inside him.  I couldn't stop.
shoving.pumping.lifting.driving.it deeper and deeper into
him.

I reached over and grabbed his own hot, jerking manmeat just
in time to feel it twitch and pulse and let fly with its own
helping of pearly white man juice!!  He groaned.  I moaned.
He made all sorts of low, animal-like sounds as his inner
muscles milked me dry while I used my hand to do the same to
him.

When we had both subsided, he straightened up and leaned
back against my chest.  "Ooohh, that was nice!  That was
just what I've been dreaming about ever since I first saw
you!"

"It was wonderful," I responded.  ".and you also just
answered my own dreams!!  I hope this isn't going to be the
end of it..is it?"

"Not as long as I have any say about it," he replied.

"Wonderful!  Now just stay like this for a few minutes."  I
held him against me, my now softened cock still partly
inside him.  I put my hands under his shirt and lightly
caressed his chest and nipples, while I nuzzled his neck
with my nose and lips.  Damn!  He smelled so good!  He felt
so good!  .but next time I'm going to feel that wonderful
tool of his up my own backside.  This trip may have been
phenomenal, but I'm still a bottom..remember.

We met again several days after that, I passed him outside
the door, and this time he followed me back to the `play
room'.  That time I got my wish.but that's another story
(maybe).

Anyway, I had to go out of town on business the next week,
and when I got back, I didn't see Dan when I went to lunch.
It wasn't until the end of that week that I learned he had
quit and taken a job over at Home Depot.  I was very
disappointed to hear that - to say the very least!

But maybe I'll need to go buy some wood or paint next
week.??..


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