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All I could think of while looking out the window was "It wasn't supposed to rain today." Evidently no one told the "Lords Of Rain and Thunder". Suddenly I heard the pounding of someone running down the steps, it was Mister Little and he jumped when about half way down and headed pell mell out the front door of the Spa headed for his Caddie convertible which sat open in the parking lot. He was in a foul mood by time he got it all closed up and was literally soaked to the bone. I was about to leave when he came in cuss'n up a storm. Reggie, he said stopping to look out the door windows, do me a favor get me a coup[e of towels from the Pool area and bring them up to records?" We both looked out the door windows watching the falling rain. "Sure Mister Little, be right there, and I went down to the pool area for some towels. We had another couple of weeks before we could start closing out our now shuttering Spa.. I could hear thunder rumbling thru the clouds as I reached the records room, it was full boxes awaiting closure. I went to the window and watched the clouds as they came rolling in over the hills in the distance. It was a beautiful display of nature's majesty. Then there was a Loud Bang and the building shuddered as if hit with an artillery round There was a spray of sparks outside the window. Behind me I heard exclaim, "what now?"
With a resigned look on his face he headed out the door and down the steps, If he was in a bad mood before it was absolutely foul now. From the upstairs room I saw him walk around the building ignoring the wind driven rain that assaulted him. I went to the phone on his desk and tried to call home, If mom hadn't left yet maybe I could get her to come get me. The clock was stopped at 1:30, damn, I thought, she's a half hour gone now. Mister Little walked into the office and picked up the phone and held it to his ear. "Ain't working, I said and he nodded You need a ride home he asked, ? Yep I answered . Tell you what he said, help me close these boxes up and I'll ride you home. I shrugged, my consent and went to looking out the window again.
Mister Little took off his soaked shirt and hung it over the radiator that provided heat for his office. He'd really gotten soaked on his second foray outside so it made sense when he removed his slacks as well. He put his shoes under the radiator as well then we started working on the boxes. In the artificial gloom of the storm influenced darkness we worked by candle light and the light from his Zippo lighter. It was over an hour and a half later that we got the last of the boxes finished, I went to the window to see that the wind had died down but the rain was still coming down in droves. Damn I heard him say behind me, shirts done but the pants are still really wet, you mind waiting a little longer? he asked. Naw I replied, got nowhere to go, no where to be for now. Really he replied, I guess we could play cards or something if there was more light. Heck he said, if it gets any darker here we're going to need flashlights to get to the door. I stayed at the window my hands on the sill, I felt him walk up behind me, we bumped lightly, it being so dark and all I tried not to think anything about it. "ya know Reggie, there is something we could do while we wait? Really, I replied, stupidly, like what?" He laughed, remember what we did when Nicky hurt your back?
I remember, I replied, but you're kind of big Mister Little, and it hurt for a couple of days. Little nodded, really, well if we do it right, it'll take away that pain. Besides he continued, we're alone here now and we can take our time. He had his hand on my shoulder squeezing it lightly. With his other hand he took my hand and placed it on his boxers, I could feel his growing excitement and looked from it to his face. He had a self satisfied look on his face, and I didn't object as he pushed me to my knees. As if on cue his penis peeked out from the opening of his boxers. Little took a steo back and pushed his boxers to the floor stepping out of them. He leaned back onto the edge of the desk behind him as I squeezed his balls before leaning forward and taking him in. Yeah, he was as big as I remembered, and I leaned back and started licking his lollipop.
I bit him, lightly, allowed saliva to coat his shaft then went to the head and covered it, slowly I lowered until I was halfway down his shaft then just as slowly back up until I had only the head in my mouth. At first I worked him with my tongue, then again covered him, he was leaking pre-cum steadily, I could taste nicotine in his pre-cum but I continued. Little was rocking side to side as I raised and lowered myself on his phallus. Occasionally he would suck air through his teeth, an occasional "good shit, baby. damn good shit". Pulling off I looked up at him and started stroking him, I dropped to his considerable balls and took them one after the other into my mouth. He was close to cummimg, but I wasn't ready to end it. I took his balls in both hands and squeezed, his dick looked like it wanted to fire off like a rocket, I dropped down on him allowed the saliva to flow and began rhythmically raising and lowering on his phallus. Four maybe five strokes in he started raising and lowering his ass on the desk face fucking me. For maybe three, four minutes I worked him, keeping his hands off the back of my head. I could feel him hardening, then swelling and then, at the crucial moment I pushed down hard and Little passed into my throat, three four and a couple more spurts of man milk gushed down my gullet. He'd drawn his legs onto the desk, lightly he placed his hands atop my head and slowly laid back.
For a moment I thought he'd fallen asleep, he took a deep breath opened his eyes and looked at me. " Damn Reggie, you are full of surprises aren't you?" Mister Little got up and reached over me to open the curtains on the window, then went to the radiator to see how the drying was going. Not to well I guessed since he started a litany of oaths that would shame a drunk sailor. Look he said, we'll hole up here another thirty minutes or so, if they aren't better we'll go anyway. Sure I shrugged, Little arranged his pants on the radiator and flopped down on the seat beside me. Tell ya what Reggie, stand up and put your hands on the desk. I hesitated, c'mon, don't you trust your own buddy? {Not only no, but hell no, I thought to myself} When I took the position he wanted he started running his hands from my shoulder to the top of my ass, he took my wind breaker and moved it to the middle of the desk. Slowly he undressed me until I stood in only my Athletic Supporter and socks. At some point he recovered a bottle of lotion from somewhere and began applying it to my lower back and then coated my ass. The lotion seemed to warm my muscles
and I laid down on my forearms with my ass stuck out. More lotion was applied to my legs and thighs, I did jump slightly when his finger entered my ass, I took the second finger no problem. He turned me from the desk to the lounger we'd been sitting on earlier, he didn't let me sit, but continued to alternate from the oiled fingers to his tongue
my ass seemed to want more as I moved in time to his ministrations. He nudged me from behind and I fell onto the lounger and felt the beginning of fullness that announced his return to fullness. I Remember hearing myself say "oh, and he relaxed momentarily, I think he poured more lotion either onto my backside or onto his dick. When he pushed more of him slid in, he kept up steady pressure until I could feel him deeper inside than anyone before.
Oh man he said quietly, can you feel it, I mean can you really feel it? He chuckled, hell I think there's room for more up there. He adjusted the height of my ass, and slowly retreated a bit, then repeated the process. The liquid, whatever it was negated whatever pain I had felt previously. With each stroke he retreated more then advanced to the hilt. Soon his efforts increased, and all that could be herd was the slap, slap, slap, of flesh on flesh. Oh I thought, he'll be doing this, for a while, he's already come once. I gave myself over to the situation and participated fully. I relaxed for the entry stroke and tried to tighten for the retraction. I worked with his rhythm and even threw in a few variations of my own. I don't know how long we went, he tried to slow down but never for long. I almost hate to admit I was loving the heck out of this coupling. Finally he stopped, I could feel his dick swelling and jerking, it seemed Little was trying to get as much pleasure from his ejaculation as he could until he started jerking like he was having a heart attack. With a grunt he fell backwards against the loungers head breathing deeply. Holy shit Reggie, you are one talented individual. Damn, he sat with a limp phallus for a few minutes, we slowly got dressed and he did give me that ride home.
With a resigned look on his face he headed out the door and down the steps, If he was in a bad mood before it was absolutely foul now. From the upstairs room I saw him walk around the building ignoring the wind driven rain that assaulted him. I went to the phone on his desk and tried to call home, If mom hadn't left yet maybe I could get her to come get me. The clock was stopped at 1:30, damn, I thought, she's a half hour gone now. Mister Little walked into the office and picked up the phone and held it to his ear. "Ain't working, I said and he nodded You need a ride home he asked, ? Yep I answered . Tell you what he said, help me close these boxes up and I'll ride you home. I shrugged, my consent and went to looking out the window again.
Mister Little took off his soaked shirt and hung it over the radiator that provided heat for his office. He'd really gotten soaked on his second foray outside so it made sense when he removed his slacks as well. He put his shoes under the radiator as well then we started working on the boxes. In the artificial gloom of the storm influenced darkness we worked by candle light and the light from his Zippo lighter. It was over an hour and a half later that we got the last of the boxes finished, I went to the window to see that the wind had died down but the rain was still coming down in droves. Damn I heard him say behind me, shirts done but the pants are still really wet, you mind waiting a little longer? he asked. Naw I replied, got nowhere to go, no where to be for now. Really he replied, I guess we could play cards or something if there was more light. Heck he said, if it gets any darker here we're going to need flashlights to get to the door. I stayed at the window my hands on the sill, I felt him walk up behind me, we bumped lightly, it being so dark and all I tried not to think anything about it. "ya know Reggie, there is something we could do while we wait? Really, I replied, stupidly, like what?" He laughed, remember what we did when Nicky hurt your back?
I remember, I replied, but you're kind of big Mister Little, and it hurt for a couple of days. Little nodded, really, well if we do it right, it'll take away that pain. Besides he continued, we're alone here now and we can take our time. He had his hand on my shoulder squeezing it lightly. With his other hand he took my hand and placed it on his boxers, I could feel his growing excitement and looked from it to his face. He had a self satisfied look on his face, and I didn't object as he pushed me to my knees. As if on cue his penis peeked out from the opening of his boxers. Little took a steo back and pushed his boxers to the floor stepping out of them. He leaned back onto the edge of the desk behind him as I squeezed his balls before leaning forward and taking him in. Yeah, he was as big as I remembered, and I leaned back and started licking his lollipop.
I bit him, lightly, allowed saliva to coat his shaft then went to the head and covered it, slowly I lowered until I was halfway down his shaft then just as slowly back up until I had only the head in my mouth. At first I worked him with my tongue, then again covered him, he was leaking pre-cum steadily, I could taste nicotine in his pre-cum but I continued. Little was rocking side to side as I raised and lowered myself on his phallus. Occasionally he would suck air through his teeth, an occasional "good shit, baby. damn good shit". Pulling off I looked up at him and started stroking him, I dropped to his considerable balls and took them one after the other into my mouth. He was close to cummimg, but I wasn't ready to end it. I took his balls in both hands and squeezed, his dick looked like it wanted to fire off like a rocket, I dropped down on him allowed the saliva to flow and began rhythmically raising and lowering on his phallus. Four maybe five strokes in he started raising and lowering his ass on the desk face fucking me. For maybe three, four minutes I worked him, keeping his hands off the back of my head. I could feel him hardening, then swelling and then, at the crucial moment I pushed down hard and Little passed into my throat, three four and a couple more spurts of man milk gushed down my gullet. He'd drawn his legs onto the desk, lightly he placed his hands atop my head and slowly laid back.
For a moment I thought he'd fallen asleep, he took a deep breath opened his eyes and looked at me. " Damn Reggie, you are full of surprises aren't you?" Mister Little got up and reached over me to open the curtains on the window, then went to the radiator to see how the drying was going. Not to well I guessed since he started a litany of oaths that would shame a drunk sailor. Look he said, we'll hole up here another thirty minutes or so, if they aren't better we'll go anyway. Sure I shrugged, Little arranged his pants on the radiator and flopped down on the seat beside me. Tell ya what Reggie, stand up and put your hands on the desk. I hesitated, c'mon, don't you trust your own buddy? {Not only no, but hell no, I thought to myself} When I took the position he wanted he started running his hands from my shoulder to the top of my ass, he took my wind breaker and moved it to the middle of the desk. Slowly he undressed me until I stood in only my Athletic Supporter and socks. At some point he recovered a bottle of lotion from somewhere and began applying it to my lower back and then coated my ass. The lotion seemed to warm my muscles
and I laid down on my forearms with my ass stuck out. More lotion was applied to my legs and thighs, I did jump slightly when his finger entered my ass, I took the second finger no problem. He turned me from the desk to the lounger we'd been sitting on earlier, he didn't let me sit, but continued to alternate from the oiled fingers to his tongue
my ass seemed to want more as I moved in time to his ministrations. He nudged me from behind and I fell onto the lounger and felt the beginning of fullness that announced his return to fullness. I Remember hearing myself say "oh, and he relaxed momentarily, I think he poured more lotion either onto my backside or onto his dick. When he pushed more of him slid in, he kept up steady pressure until I could feel him deeper inside than anyone before.
Oh man he said quietly, can you feel it, I mean can you really feel it? He chuckled, hell I think there's room for more up there. He adjusted the height of my ass, and slowly retreated a bit, then repeated the process. The liquid, whatever it was negated whatever pain I had felt previously. With each stroke he retreated more then advanced to the hilt. Soon his efforts increased, and all that could be herd was the slap, slap, slap, of flesh on flesh. Oh I thought, he'll be doing this, for a while, he's already come once. I gave myself over to the situation and participated fully. I relaxed for the entry stroke and tried to tighten for the retraction. I worked with his rhythm and even threw in a few variations of my own. I don't know how long we went, he tried to slow down but never for long. I almost hate to admit I was loving the heck out of this coupling. Finally he stopped, I could feel his dick swelling and jerking, it seemed Little was trying to get as much pleasure from his ejaculation as he could until he started jerking like he was having a heart attack. With a grunt he fell backwards against the loungers head breathing deeply. Holy shit Reggie, you are one talented individual. Damn, he sat with a limp phallus for a few minutes, we slowly got dressed and he did give me that ride home.
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