All of the usual warnings apply. This work is not written for people under the age of 18, or other ages of majority. If it is illegal for you to access material of a sexual nature, then do not read this.
Copyright Ed. Piera 2001.
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Vacation Office Work.
Chapter 2.
The food arrived, it caught us by surprise and we were both naked; Peter dashed into his room and came out wearing a pair of boxers, I noticed that they were my boxers, they also had an obvious precum stain on them. He opened the door in this state of undress, and paid the delivery-boy. The young man, who has far from bad looking, was clearly taken aback by Peter's dress, or rather the lack of it, and tried to peer round the door.
"Have you got time to come in?" I heard Peter's voice, sounding seductive.
"I've got to work now." The boy sounded positively scared.
"When your shift ends, you know the address." I could hear the boy leaving quickly.
"Do you always try to terrify delivery-boys?" Peter had walked back over to our sofa.
"Only when they're cute." Peter had a mischievous smile. "Besides, you've got me in the mood, and there's no stopping me."
He was about to sit down, still wearing my boxers; I found him in my clothes erotic, but now his body was mine, I wanted to see it all.
"Aren't you forgetting something?"
"Oh, sorry, you want a drink?"
"Well, maybe, buts it's more the soda-fountain that's worrying me."
Peter looked puzzled for a while, then noticing that I was naked, he realised and dropped his, well my, boxers.
We fed each other, and both dropped bits of food on each other, meaning that we would have to reach down and scoop them off, sometimes with our hands, more often with our mouths. After we had finished, I lay back against Peter who responded by putting his arm around me. He gently stroked my abs, and pecs, occasionally playing with my nipples. We had decided to watch some porn to keep us in the mood, although simply lying against Peter was eroticism gone mad.
After a while he started to stroke my cock, more gently than I could imagine was possible. I was loving every moment. I could also feel him getting harder beneath me. His other hand moved to play with my balls, the film was getting hot, an orgy with about eight men sucking, rimming and fucking in various poses, all across the screen. Peter started to nibble on my ear, then he moved down kissing my neck; I now knew what heaven was. His now totally engorged cock was moving up and down the bottom of my back as he moved his groin up and down. I wanted him back inside me, and straight away. I stood up, and walked into his bedroom to get the lube.
"Is there a problem?" His voice sounded worried as he called after me.
"Sorta."
I walked back out lube in hand.
"I want your hot man meat back where it belongs." I squeezed lube onto his cock, and massaged it around; as I was rubbing my hands around his cock, he took the lube and started to play with my ass spreading lube deep inside as his fingers went deep in me. After some time of mutual massaging, I placed my hole on the top of his cock, and gently he entered me as the pure natural forces of gravity and love brought us together. We continued to watch the film, his hand still running gently over my cock, and my ass impaled on his weapon; occasionally, I tensed my ass muscles to give him pleasure, he always reacted by spasming his groin upwards.
When the film was finished I wanted to have more hot sex, but Peter had other ideas.
"It's after midnight, there won't be anyone in the swimming pool, lets go down there."
"I haven't got anything to wear."
"Good."
I thought a while, skinny dipping with Peter; the apartment block looked as though it would be full of stiff conservative types who would have a heart attack at the sight of us; but then he said nobody would be around. What the hell.
"Let's do it."
"We'll need something to wear on the way down, follow me."
We walked into his room, and threw a towel to me and then standing behind me he draped a silk dressing gown around my shoulders. He grabbed a similar garment and towel. As we walked out of the door, there was a note, it just said 'sorry man, can't do tonight I'll be there tomorrow at nine' we both looked at each other blankly, until we saw the name of the pizza company.
"I told you that the delivery-boy was cute, now you'll get to see him."
When we reached the pool, it was part of a small complex with a sauna, jacuzzi and pool. Peter put his arms around me from behind, and started to kiss my neck.
"You'll never escape from me now."
"I don't want to."
His hands were moving down my front until they reached the cord holding the dressing gown, he pulled the cord open, and hi hands went inside the gown, and started to massage my cock.
"What do you want first; some petting in the pool, masturbation in the jacuzzi, or fucking in the sauna?"
"One step at a time, let's start in the pool."
He pulled my dressing gown off, and I turned around and reciprocated, first untying the cord, and pushing the gown over his shoulders. We were both naked in a public area, any of the residents or staff could walk in at any moment. Peter dived in, executing a perfect dive which showed off his toned body to the best. I followed, slightly less well executed, but I thought that it was not too bad. I surfaced and looked around for Peter, I couldn't see him, but then I felt his mouth clamped around my cock, and his fingers playing with my ass. Shortly after he came up for breath.
"Wow man, sucking my cock underwater, that was hot. But I want your hot mouth on mine for now."
We started to kiss passionately, our hands explored each other's bodies; Peter's quickly finding that pushing gently around my ass-hole was getting me hot; I ran mine through his hair, which he was clearly proud of, and down his back; our groins were being pushed into each other. We were in the deep end of the pool, and so periodically our heads started to submerge, and we had to kick back up to the surface; Peter started to guide us towards the shallow end, eventually we could stand on the bottom with our heads above water.
Our hands, moved all over our bodies, the water, and the fact that at any moment somebody could walk in and see us, both seemed to make the experience more erotic, at this rate I as going to cum right there in the pool. I pulled away.
"If we don't stop now, your pool is going to have a load of my sperm floating round in it. I'm just gonna take a short break, but don't you go away, I want you later."
"I'll just get a few lengths in then."
Peter's body glided away through the water with more grace than a swan. I swam to the side, and sat watching his gorgeous body slide in a seemingly effortless movement. I had thought that I was in good shape, but knowing that he had worked out at the gym, and having smelt his sweat to prove it, then having had sex with me fucking like a bunny rabbit, and now this. I just hoped that there would be some strength left for more.
Every time he swam passed, I saw his beautiful back, and his near perfect ass. I thought how the swimming was working those ass muscles, making them more and more toned, more and more beautiful just for me.
I lay back and starting to think how a few short hours ago, I was a college student trying to earn a living during my vacation. Nothing to look forward to except the beginning of term in a few months time, and then, I had few friends, and the only one who really meant anything to me had finished. I had always felt happy, but looking back it all seemed pointless, I would go to gay bars or clubs, and hang out with guys who were beautiful, occasionally I would trade blow-jobs. I even had a boy-friend of sorts, we got as far as fucking once, but then it ended soon after, he had major exams just as I needed him. I still cared for him though. And now. Now, I had got myself the stud of the year for a boy-friend; I was working with him as well for the next two weeks, and it looked as though he was serious for me.
I was brought back to the world by water dripping onto my abs; Peter had climbed out and was standing over me, water dripping from his body onto mine.
"Enjoying a day-dream?"
"Yeah. I was just thinking how happy I am now."
Peter's eyes seemed to be starting to water; I stood up, and saw that he was on the verge of crying.
"What's the matter."
"It's nothing." His English reserve was starting to fail him, this really had to be something serious. I pulled him over to a sun lounger where we had dumped our towels, and sat him down next to me.
"It's okay, you can tell me."
"All of my life, I've been given everything and anything I wanted, everything but being loved. My parents both had their lives, I went to school and then was looked after by a stream of nannies, later I went away to school and only went home for the vacations. I was given everything, always had the best toys, then at uni, had the best car a great apartment loads of money to spend. I was taught about food, fine wine, every sort of culture imaginable. I played sports well and kept fit. I always had a string of women after me, and a few men. Then my tutor hit on me, it was the end of my first course; he was about thirty, and very good looking, I slept with him once; it was right at the end of my course. He made sure I got the best degree I could. I went off to another university, straight away I started to sleep with my supervisor; it wasn't like before, he just wanted to get full satisfaction from it; he did teach me all about sex, along with 'Paradise Lost' and 'Divina Commedia' but as far as he was concerned, I was just a pretty face, with a good body attached."
I was looking at him trying to be as sympathetic as I could. He had mentioned not getting on well with his parents over lunch, but I never thought it was this bad.
"When I finished there, I was totally screwed-up, I didn't know what to do. My academic qualifications would have got me in anywhere, but I felt that all I could do was be a prostitute. I went to the south of France for a month; trailed the beaches, found a couple of men who were all grateful for what I could do to their cocks, or asses, but weren't really interested in me. Then finally I was giving this guy a blow-job, it was the best he had ever had, and he had a heart attack with me on the end of his meat. A policeman was very helpful, and even invited me back to his apartment; he thought I must be a broke English rent-boy, when he saw that I was in the top hotel in town, he got even more interested. I decided that if something didn't change, I would be the one sitting there my heart giving out as a guy thirty years younger sucks on my cock. I managed to get onto an M.B.A. course as a last minute entry, and threw myself into study. I didn't even look at another man or woman. I had a few friends, and we went to concerts together or just talked. When I finished there, I moved over here to this job my father got for me. I have to start at the bottom, but I still get an allowance from my parents, can you believe that, I'm twenty-six and my parents still send me a check every month. But now, I think that I have found a man who wants me, not my money, not my body, just me."
I looked into his eyes, and burst into tears. We hugged each others pulling not just our bodies together but our souls as well.
"I never want you to leave me John."
"I'm here for you always Peter."
We must have been sitting there for at least quarter of an hour, when I started to become aware of my surroundings again. Peter was still pressed against me, but his tears had stopped, gently I prized him away so that I could look at him directly.
"Are you okay now?"
"Yeah, sorry about that, it all just came out."
"No problem I'm always here for you."
"Now let's get on with more fun stuff, the last one in the jacuzzi is an old wrinkled drag queen."
He ran off, and I followed, I tried to catch up with him but couldn't quite manage it. By the time I reached the side, he was already submerged and was beaming at me. His mood had changed so suddenly, that had to be the best English self-control I had ever seen.
I climbed in beside him, and sat down, only to find his hand there. His fingers started to probe me, I merely tipped my head back in pleasure. My eyes were closed so I could not see when he leant over me, but I sure felt it when he started to kiss me. His spare hand moved over my groin, and started to massage my cock into life. It felt as though I was flying held up simply by the pleasure this man was giving to me.
I started to reciprocate, and ran my hands down his pecs, playing with his nipples as I went; every time I stimulated him, he would react and pass his pleasure through the kiss to me. My hands went further down, playing with his abs, his navel, then his trimmed bush, until finally the real prize was reached, his cock was already growing, but as I started to play it grew even larger and harder. I copied his style and slipped one hand round to his ass, and started to press gently at his hole. After a little while, I gained entry; my finger moved around making Peter squirm with delight. I knew that I was getting close to orgasm, and I thought that Peter would be too, so I gently pushed him away. He obliged but there was a look in his eye which I knew meant that he had an idea.
"There's one thing left to do."
"Oh, what's that."
"You've got to fuck me hard and deep."
"Can't we stay here for a while first."
"Sort of, your choice is fucking me on one of those loungers, in the sauna, or in the small garden outside. Which do you want?"
Playing around naked was taking voyeurism further than I had thought of before, and fucking in public? My mind was set against it, and I was about to protest, when I realised that my cock was arguing for it. I thought for a while, and the sauna seemed to offer most privacy, and so seemed to be the best compromise.
"The sauna," I said, "you get me hot and sweaty just thinking about you, so this will take it even further."
We walked over to the sauna, it was hot, but clearly had been turned down a little. Peter lay on one of the benches, his legs wide apart making my target clear. I moved in and started with a bit more cock work, his member was the epitome of beauty. I licked the full length several times, before trying to swallow it; I had not had any training like Peter's so I could not deep-throat him, but he just moaned with pleasure constantly. I started to move towards my final goal, his ass. As I went, I kissed and sucked his balls, and the whole area. He raised his ass up to meet my advance. I ran my tongue around his pink cherry, and pressed; my finger had been in there a little earlier, and admittance was not too difficult. I had rimmed briefly before, but this was totally different, his ass loved it demonstrated by his moans and occasional sounds of encouragement, and I loved it too. Soon his ass was slick with my saliva, but we had no lube for my cock; when I mentioned it Peter simply told me to fuck him dry, he had taken it before.
I gingerly placed the head of my cock at his hole, and pushed. By sheer force of will, he relaxed his muscles, and let me in. I gently pushed right inside him, until my balls hit his ass. He just smiled at me, although I could tell that it was painful for him. I waited a while, and then pulled back; then in again, then back. For the first few strokes I was slow and gentle, but I started to get faster and rougher. Soon I was plunging in and out at a fast rate. He responded by pushing back onto my cock as I pushed in, fucking himself onto my cock as I fucked him. He lay there in front of me in pure pleasure, at first his eyes were closed, but then I noticed that he opened them, and looked straight into mine. I could see deep inside him; it nearly made me cum.
I knew that I had to be stimulating his prostate from his reaction, but when his cock suddenly exploded I was shocked; the result was that his ass spasmed around my cock which pushed me over the edge. I poured cum into his ass as we both cried out with the pleasure of orgasm. After the exertion I practically fell on top of him and we hugged as my cock shrank back to its normal proportions. I cleaned his abs which were covered in his cum, and then moved down to rim out my cum from his ass. We kissed both our cums in my mouth flowing into his. Eventually we went out and collected our gowns and towels, and walked back to his apartment.
"Look at the time." It was after two in the morning, and we both had work.
"It's too late for you to go home now, you'll have to stay here."
"I think that I can cope with that."
We simply walked into his room, dropped our gowns on the floor, and lay in bed, Peter's arm draped over my body.
In the morning, Peter's alarm went off, and we both woke sharply. At first I didn't know where I was, but feeling Peter behind me made me remember. Peter soon jumped out of bed.
"We've got to hurry for work, not even time for a quickie, I've got an early meeting, although we might be able to fit something in later."
We showered together dressed (borrowing some of Peter's clothes) and grabbed breakfast before Peter drove us both to work. I called my mom to tell her that I had had a bit to drink and so slept over, I had got to work fine etc etc. Then I went to start work, it all seemed to be back to normal, but then I looked through a glass divider and saw Peter, he caught my glance, I knew that things had changed forever.