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Mario is this man who delivers general supplies to my company on Thursdays.
I've made a habit of passing our supply closet, and needing supplies on Thursday
afternoons. I've been dreaming of him for weeks. Many times after an encounter
with him i have to rush to the bathroom downstairs for an urgent jacking-off.
Noone ever used the downstairs bathroom. plus its a single toilet one so theres
a lock on the outside door.
He is my height with tan skin, light green eyes, lush lips and dark hair, a
striking combination worthy of a supermodel. Northern Italian maybe?
I've been watching the clock for roughly 20 minutes. he usually arrives between
3:20 and 3:35 and stops in the mailroom first to have Jordan, the mouthy mail
clerk who I've sodomized several times, sign for the arrival. Jordan is in a
serious relationship now so he looks, often with a familiar fire in his eyes,
but he doesn't touch. Love does that, I guess.
I sit in a cubicle by the window, right underneath the cold air conditioner
vent. Outside the sun is beating down on the trees by the window. Lucky for me i
have a partial view of the driveway leading to the door where the deliveries are
brought in. It usually takes about 6 minutes from the time that i see his truck
drive by, until he actually gets inside to see Jordan. This week i made a
special order for folders so ill have a reason to seek him out.
Then i see it. The white truck flits by, and I catch it out the side of my eye.
my heat quickens. Its 3:25. He's right on time.
nows the wait for him to come in.
I turn around and make light conversation with my neighbor, Marcia. Shes a nice
gal and flirts with me sometimes, but usually the purpose of my talking to her
is so I can be faced to the door and see Mario come through.
The sun moves out from behind the clouds and beats down on my back. I should
have shut the blinds. Its a scorcher out there. The sun would beat down on
Marios skin and cause his crevices to get damp. I wonder if hes as tan under his
clothes as he is on his arms.
I feign interest in what Marcia is saying. Its mean but i don't ask anything i
really want to know because I'm not listening. I'll just have to ask again
later.
then a dark figure moves into view and instantly my eyes flick to him.
He looks a little tanner than he did last time i saw him. Hes about 5'10, my
height, and wearing shorts. His legs are also bronze and nicely shaped. This
guys works for a living, he doesn't sit around. and it shows. oh my god does it
show. if he were smart he'd do some modeling on the side.
Hes facing Jordan and i can see Jordan talking animately. there is the faint
stain of sweat under his arms. He must have just gotten done unloading the boxes
that hold our supplies. His butt is obscured by the walls of the cubicles in
this office. he sways a little in conversation, obviously trying to move away
from Jordan.
He began walking away toward the door to the hall. I got up and quickly covered
the long distance to the door. I reached it just in time to see his blue shirt
disappear in the supply room.
If I went in there too quickly would he know I was waiting? would he be on to
me? do i want him to suspect my attraction to him? i think i do.
So i don't hesitate in picking up my pace a little. my heart is thudding as i
open the door and try to look nonchalant.
"Hey Mario" I say.
"Oh, hey Mark." he says. I love hearing him say my name.
He is bent over opening a box of copy paper. His legs are the image of
perfection: tan, muscular and masculine. His ass is as well, both tight and
curvaceous; his cheeks looking like they were made to be a perfectly luscious
handful for someone who knows how to appreciate them.
I felt my cock stiffen and press against the zipper of my pants. I was wearing
flat front khakis with a tight black shirt. I had put on my favorite cologne
today and I could smell it lightly rising from my skin. I looked and smelled
good.
Next to Mario was a shelf of pens and pencils. He was still leaning over and I
didn't want to make it obvious that I was checking out his ass while he stood
there with it teasingly poised in the air. I moved to grab some pens off the
shelf, pens I didn't need, and I could feel heat coming from him. It was a hot
day. The heat was still lingering on his skin, not yet cooled by the buildings
aggressive air conditioners.
"So hows business?" he asked.
"Not too bad. The weeks almost over already, so that's nice" I said opening a
new box of pencils, trying to look like I really did have a purpose there other
than checking him out.
"Yeah, it is. Any big plans for the weekend?" He asked.
"Oh, I was going to go up to the lake with a few of the guys, do some cliff
jumping." I replied. "You?"
"I was thinking of doing the same thing, actually. Which lake do you go to?
Sylvan Lake or White Crest?" He asked.
"Sylvan, usually." I replied. "I don't know where we're going this weekend
though. We may go to the other one"
"Really? I usually go to Sylvan. Its a bit warmer."
"Yeah, it is. That's where we'll probably end up" I said.
He was standing up straight now, facing me. My cock was still straining against
my pants. I wonder if he can tell. His tan, toned arm reached around me and
grabbed a box cutter that was sitting on a shelf. He got close enough that I
once again was able to feel the heat of his body. I couldn't help but check out
the bulge in his pants. It was about the size of my fist. I felt saliva rush
around my tongue. I imagined the smell and taste of his hot, sweaty glands on
his golden skin. The smell of sex.
I felt the precum on the tip of my penis. I was aching.
The room was pretty small, only about fifteen feet by fifteen feet and it was
full of boxes, shelves and file cabinets. We were close and he didn't seem
uncomfortable. I wanted to fuck him so bad my cock was straining toward him like
a snake to a charmer.
We had been silent for a few minutes and I was just standing there, watching
him. Wanting him.
"Here are those folder you ordered." he said handing me the folders.
I snapped out of my little trance and reached out for them. Our fingers touched
as they passed from his hand into mine. Then I looked up and saw him staring at
me curiously.
"You probably use more of these supplies than anyone in the office." He said
with a smirk. "are you sure you aren't stealing them?" he asked good naturedly.
I let out what sounded precariously like a giggle.
"Nah, I think I just work harder than anyone else" I joked in return.
we made small talk for a little while. He looked me right in the eye the whole
time.
It may have been my imagination but sexual tension began to fill the room. He
had begun to drive me crazy. I felt magnetized to him and felt myself inching as
close as I could. I wanted to reach out and run my hands down his hard chest,
squeeze his nipple and hear what he sounds like when he vocalizes his pleasure.
Does he moan? Does he grunt, breathe hard, go silent? I had the overwhelming
desire to find out.
He was leaning over again opening another box. I could see the round sac pushing
out the fabric between his legs. I wanted to feel it. I wanted to taste it. The
box he was opening was full of smaller boxes of markers and staples. Those
things belonged on the shelf behind me and I could see that he was going to need
to turn to get to it. My heart quickened as I knew I'd have to act quickly, I
was tired of waiting for the action, I needed something. My cock was hard as
stone and twitching and aching, I definitely needed something more this time.
I moved out of the way and grabbed a legal pad off the shelf then quickly
stepped back just as he turned, his hands full of boxes of pens and staples. He
was kneeling down and didn't expect me to step back behind him so he ended up
hitting me in the back of the knee with his elbow as he turned. I could have
stopped myself from going down if I wanted to, but I didn't. Luckily I went down
gracefully and a strategically placed shove to his back knocked him off kilter
so he fell as well. We ended up in a pile with me on the bottom and him half on
top of me, his hip right on top of my hard cock and his legs sprawled beside of
mine.
I could have gotten myself in trouble if he suspected that was on purpose and if
he didn't like guys.
My heart was pounding still, half with desire, half with fear that id be found
out or that he wouldn't return the feelings. But he didn't move. His body was
warm and heavy and I had to fight the urge to wrap my arms around him. He
shifted a little and my cock surged with pleasure, I had to take a deep breath.
"that was a nice move." he said. My stomach sunk and i forgot all about my dick.
"You didn't hurt yourself did ya?" he asked.
I could only manage a quiet "unh-uh"
"There are easier, less painful ways of getting a guy on all fours you know" he
said sitting up a little with a mischievous look in his eye. But he didn't get
up completely.
"I can tell by the rock under my hip right now that you're not really anxious to
get up off the floor." he had felt my cock. I still wasn't totally sure that he
wasn't either joking or trying to play some kind of trick.
"I'm sorry, am i making you nervous? Should i get up? Maybe my assumption was
wrong?" he said, his tone changing to sound sincere. His eyes were warm and he
started moving to get up. Is this my chance?
"Well, you're right. I'm not anxious to get up. and I am nervous but its okay."
I said quickly. I flashed a nervous smile. He moved again, this time to move his
left arm over by body and prop himself up. he was looming over me now.
"Do you want to kiss me?" he asked. He was almost whispering. He was so close I
could feel his breath. He seemed to be moving in closer and closer. His breath
was warm, his chest was so close.
Tentatively I raised my hand up to touch his chest. I was surprised to instantly
feel his pulse jumping out at me. He was just as excited as I was. He looked
down at the bulge in my pants and moved into kiss me with a smile.
I dove right in. I kissed him, his warm mouth hitting me hard and soft at the
same time. I ran my hand down his chest and put it around his waist to drawn him
closer.
His tongue was thick and moved skillfully in my mouth. His kisses got more and
more urgent as he moved more of his weight on top of me.
Somehow it was a surprise when I felt his cock through his pants. It was big and
hard and instantly I wanted it out of his pants. I wanted to taste it and touch
it and be fucked with it. We groped and kissed and pawed at each other for about
5 minutes. He bit at my neck and ran his hand down my asscrack from outside of
my pants. Each touch threw a shiver down my spine and into my stomach.
Laughing was coming from the hall. Mario put his head and listened. The laughing
was getting louder so he pulled himself up quickly and smoothed out his clothes.
I pulled myself up after him and smoothed my clothes out too. There were a
couple girls on their way to the breakroom, which was in the room next door to
the supply closet. His hand reached out and gently cupped the bulge in my pants.
he massaged it and it restiffened. His hand was hot and strong. I couldn't help
but arch my back a little and let out a small moan.
"Is there somewhere we can go?" he asked almost breathless. I leaned in a kissed
him more. His lips were soft and full and warm. I could suck on them all day.
"yes." take the stairs down the hall until you get to the hallway down there,
then follow it to the end and meet me in the bathroom."
"deal" he said after a kiss. My hand wandered down to his cock and I squeezed it
through his pants. He inhaled deeply. "it'll be a few minutes. I have to finish
up in here." he said.
I straightened out my clothes once again and grabbed the supplies that I had
pretended to need. and I walked out. my cock was still pushing against my pants
so I tried to carry the supplies so that it covered the bulge. A surge of
excitement ran though me so strong that I had to stifle the urge to yell or
skip, or something.
I went quickly to my desk, grabbed the small tube of Vaseline that I kept in my
desk for my chapped lips, and for "emergencies" like this and shoved it in my
pocket. I then snuck out of the office and ran down the hall, down the stairs
and to the bathroom. I got in there and locked the door. the bathroom was clean,
smelled like air freshener and had tacky pink tiles. It had a large wall sized
mirror above the dark pink counter.
What should i do? get undressed? just sit here? should I pee? I imagined the
possibilities and pulled my pants and boxers down to my knees. My cock stuck out
a length of a good seven inches. I stoked my rock hard shaft as I imagined Mario
spread out before me, legs wide open revealing a pink little circle amongst an
expanse of flawless tanned skin..
I was still stoking when I heard a light knock at the door. I hid my body behind
the door as I opened it for Mario. He came in quickly and I locked it behind us.
He stood there and looked at my cock. It was hard and swaying with my movement.
I went back to leaning against the counter and lightly stroked my cock as I
waited for him to do something.
"So. what would you like to do first?" I asked. He was still watching my cock,
watching my hand lightly caress it.
He nodded at it, "You just keep doing that. let me watch for a little bit." he
leaned up against the wall behind the door and I watched his own hand stray
toward the fly of his pants, which he slowly undid as he watched my hand. I
could see his cock was also hard and bulging.
I pumped my cock a few times, then stopped and caressed it gently some more. He
watched as though entranced by my large penis, tan and red swaying gently within
its nest of neat brown pubes.
Soon his shorts were off. Then his shirt. He undressed quickly to reveal a
masculine chest, sculpted and lightly covered with dark brown hair. His penis
was standing out at a 90 degree angle from his body, probably weighed down with
its heavy thickness. It was a little shorter than mine, but it was still dreamy.
He caressed his cock as I caressed mine. We stood there looking at each other,
taking each other in with our eyes as completely as we could. He was muscular
and masculine. I was toned and smooth. As i began to stroke my shaft a little
harder his eyes seemed to almost glaze over, transfixed on my penis. He took a
step toward me, a slow step and he watched my penis and soon he was kneeling
down before me, his eyes level with my hand, stroking my cock slowly, trying not
to get too worked up.
I wanted him to take me in his mouth. I wanted to feel the warm, wet pleasure of
a mouth swallowing my cock, taking it in and loving it.
I let go of my cock and let it sway near his face.
"Suck it. please?" i whispered.
In a quick swoop he had my cock in his mouth. I moaned as he took me in deeper
and deeper. His tongue swirled around my cock head and his hand had a firm grip
at the base. Butterflies developed in my stomach. His mouth was hot, gulping,
desperately trying to take as much in as possible. It was heaven. I didn't even
realize I was moaning with the pleasure. I could see his own hand was still
fondling his hard cock. He sucked me furiously and I felt the pleasure building
and building.
I gripped his hair and his head bobbed up and down his eye glancing up quickly
to reveal a slutty twinkle in his eye. He loved sucking cock and it was clear.
He took it in as deep as it was go while his hand pumped the base, increasing
the pleasure so much that I could no longer hold control my voice. I moaned some
more. Then he stopped.
He grabbed me by the hips and turned me around. My cock was up against the
counter I was suddenly face to face with my own reflection. His hands kneaded my
ass. They rubbed and massaged and worked their way into the crack. My cock
spasmed as I felt his fingers digging for my hole. I was so close to cumming and
now my cock twitched with anticipation. I bent over and spread my legs a little,
the same way I had pictured before.
His fingers found my hole and spread my ass cheeks away from it.
"God, I love your ass." he said to me, still kneading my cheeks. "I'm going to
eat it, boy. I'm going to stick my tongue up your , tight boy cunt." he
told me. Even more butterflies filled my stomach from the anticipation. I could
feel his fingers spread my cheeks more, almost painfully. I leaned forward more
and grabbed my cock.
First he spit on my asshole. Then I felt his soft tongue make contact with it.
He didn't do it tentatively like a inexperienced or prudish man would, he jammed
his tongue into my hole, keeping it stiff and smooth. It was warm and wet and
slutty. I pumped my cock as best as I could leaning over the counter. I could
see my figure in the reflection from the top of my eye. The reflection on my
face was that of pure ecstasy. It almost made me laugh: something I had dreamt
of for weeks. This man was the subject of all my masturbation fantasies since
the moment I saw him. Now he had his tongue up my ass, lapping it up.
He ate me as though my ass were a cold juicy peach on a hot summers day. He
licked and sucked and bit my cheeks and the pleasure was so intense i feared i
would cum so hard i would scream and rouse the whole building.
His fingers had found their way back into my ass and he worked his finger into
my ass as he licked it. His finger was smooth and it pulled me open, stretching
my hole and sparking an electric buzz in my sphincter. I panted and moaned and
pulled on my cock slowly trying to prolong the sweet blissful pleasure that was
just waiting to explode out of me. The buzz intensified when his second and
third finger slipped in to my ass. At this point there was no more room for
Mario's face so he stood up and watched me in the mirror as he fucked my ass
with his fingers. I loved it and I loved watching him watch me. The shitting
feeling combined with the pure ecstasy I was pulling from my cock was amazing.
"There is Vaseline in the pocket of my pants." I said between thrusts as a not
so subtle fuck-me hint. He stopped and stooped over to grab my pants. He moved
his fingers around in my ass, moving them, and made those peculiar shots of
pleasure that come only from the ass, shoot through my cheeks. I wanted his hard
Italian cock inside me, fucking me raw, hitting that sweet exquisite spot deep
inside my gut. The spot that sings when stroked by a thick, hot cock.
He had to manipulate the pants with one hand but eventually worked the tube of
lube out of my pocket. I felt the cold cream hit my hole and his fingers massage
it around, my ass relaxing and opening for him. inviting him in. He squeezed a
wad of it onto his cock and massaged it, his eyes closing with the pleasure. I
positioned myself so I could watch his face as he slid into me, sticking my butt
out, enjoying the submissive posture. He moved closer and closer until I finally
felt his fingers pull out and a warm, round head take its place. He moved the
head in with slow movements, working its thickness all the way in. His face
relaxed and his thick lashes closed over his green eyes. His mouth opened and
contorted a little in ecstatic pleasure.
Soon he was in all the way, his thick cock filling me and pulling my little hole
to its limits. He applied a little more lube and then began pumping. Slow at
first, with small moans coming from his throat each time he had its full length
in. His strong hands gripped my waist and rubbed the soft muscle on my sides. He
sped up a little now, his cock hard as a rock ripping through me sending waves
of painful pleasure though my whole body. I grabbed my cock and pupped it hard,
pounding it as I felt the urgency in Marios thrusts. His mouth still open as
grunts began making their way out of his throat he jammed it and jammed it,
holding me tighter and tighter. Finally I felt the white hot pleasure of orgasm,
what I had been aching for since he started, sweep through my body. I pounded my
cock until cum, from the very bottom of my balls, shot from it onto the pink
counter. Mario wrapped his arms around my body and pounded my ass, pounded me
into the counter, squeezing me hard, tightening more and more until his cock
emptied into me. I thought I could almost feel the cum hit the wall of flesh in
my ass with a hot, erotic thud. Maybe it was my imagination. maybe it wasn't.
He withdrew and grabbed a paper towel out of the dispenser to clean himself up.
I was still watching him , sweat dripping down between his nicely shaped,
lightly fuzzed pecs. Sweat glistening on his smooth forehead, with a curl of
dark hair stuck to his skin. He was adorable. He was beautiful.
I sat down on the toilet and realized I was still wearing my shirt, which I then
promptly took off and threw into the corner with the pile of Marios clothes.
Mario leaned up against the wall and looked at me still panting and trying to
catch his breath.
"That was amazing" he said. "You have the best ass I have ever fucked. So tight
and hot. God!" He roared in a humorous fake growl. Once again I giggled.
"Well stud, you know I'm have to get a piece of yours before you leave." I said
in return. He smiled and sat down on the floor, spread his legs and tilted his
head. "Okay. Do you want to give it to me from behind or from the front?" he
asked. The bathroom was just big enough to allow him to lay down completely and
stretch out. He used the clothes as a pillow. I kneeled down, my cock already
hardening again from just looking at him. He was wide open and waiting for me.
It was like a dream. He lifted his hips and gyrated them.
"I'm waiting..." he said as i hesitated, just looking at his tan, hairy body. So
masculine and inviting. His pink, puckered asshole was surrounded by curly dark
hairs, the hair spread out down his legs, around his red cock, which he began
fondling again.
I grabbed the little tube of Vaseline and squeezed some on my hands, which I
rubbed all over my cock. It still felt a little sensitive but just looking at
the angel, this god of a man sitting before me, waiting to enter him, it was
almost like I was fifteen again, sneaking looks at the boys in the shower room
and quietly jacking off in a toilet stall. I was ready to take him.
He lifted his ass up, his legs spread wide open and I rubbed the head of my cock
around his sweet hole. His beautiful cheeks were soft but firm at the same time.
I just wanted to bite them, to put them in my mouth and taste them. But I had
other things to tend to.
Almost before I was ready, he pushed himself towards me, bearing down. My cock
slipped past the point of resistance and into his warm, tight ass. I pumped
slowly at first, his cock stiffening with every thrust. His strong hands went to
his cock and he began pumping, his eyes closed and his mouth opened. His legs
spread even more. I leaned down close to him so that I could smell him, the
sweat on his chest from when he fucked me still there. My ass still buzzed with
the memory of his cock. I could feel the cum churning up from my balls yet
again. The sweet feeling of orgasm rising from my balls up through my cock. His
ass was tight and hot and slippery. Each time my cock dipped down into him the
pleasure within my shaft doubled. I saw white as I pumped as hard as I could,
almost desperate for the second release of pleasure. It came with a rush, I
grabbed his hips and pulled him towards me as hard as I could, pumping hard and
fast. Again I was moaning as I closed my eyes and allowed the rush spread
throughout me. As I opened them I saw a load spill from Marios cock as he
pounded it furiously and grinded his hips. All the visual ecstasy before me just
sweetened the deal, causing ripples of orgasm to resound throughout my body with
every pulse of my emptied dick.
Soon we were dressed. I leaned over to plant a kiss on his neck. He reached into
his pocket and pulled out a business card. I was surprised to see that he owned
the delivery business.
"We should do this again sometime. Maybe ill catch you at the last this
weekend." he said as he winked at me and disappeared out the door. I made it
back up to my desk and felt shivers rush through me as I sat down on my
just-ravaged ass. I had make it back just in time to shut down my computer and
go home.
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