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1. In Through The Out Door

I believe his name was Ramon.

I cant be sure. I don't recall ever hearing it actually...remember seeing a nameplate...but for some reason I think he was Ramon.

No matter, names weren't required for what we were doing.

He'd come with lunch...wheeled it right into the room and after seeing me sprawled over the messy bed,

my nakedness only partially concealed with a sheet...I'd easily convinced him to stay for dessert.

The room's occupant...in who's name it had been rented anyway...was out. He'd slipped from between the sheets some hours ago to meet some people...talk at a conference luncheon or suck somebody else's cock. Probably all of those things...I wasn't quite sure.

I'd taken up unofficial residence that first night and we'd been mixing work with pleasure ever since.

Right up until Ramon.

Leaned back...up against the headrest...his smooth, olive skinned body was highlighted by the white sheets. He looked delicious...and I was already hungry.

Putting a knee up on the foot of the bed, I began to crawl to him like a cat. Slowly...silently making my way to him. I take my first taste as my tongue lightly grazes his leg. I would let my tongue lead me...it knew where to go...what to do.

Slowly it trailed up him...over a muscular thigh...to his crotch. My lips gently...barely...touch his thickening cock while bridging over to his flat belly...I skate up to his chest and suckle a small tit...drawing hardness from the dark nipple and the first moans from his mouth...before ascending to his open and inviting mouth...we kiss. Slow...wet...deep...taking our time. Drawing his tongue out, I massage it with my own...stroke it as I'll soon do elsewhere...as our needs build.

"Hi, Baby..." I whisper after pulling back slightly. A quick smile...another quick lick of his lips...and I'm gone...spun around...ready for my descent.

By now his cock is a sight sure to wet the mouth of any self respecting cocksucker. Ramon wasn't a big man...probably just below average...but he packed a hell of an above average cock.

Thick and swollen, it was throbbing hard and pointing at my face with menacing delight. A pearl of precum clung precariously to the head...the tip of my quick tongue saved it from falling. Licking the length the thick shaft...I follow it back to his balls and with my hand bring them to my mouth.

"Mmmmm.." I murmur while kissing and licking his hairless sac. It undulates in my palm...against my wet lips as I lick it feverishly.

"Lick me Bitch..." were his first...well chosen words. A good course of action, I decide and continue to do just that. Extending my tongue, I slide it as deeply down his crack as my position will allow.

I feel his hands on my hips...guiding me...up and over until I'm straddling his chest. I inch back slightly...until we can please each other comfortably and facing forward again, I grasp his cock and

start the first meal of the day. Wrapped around the swollen head of his cock...my lips feel his heat as I begin cork screwing him down and in.

Sucking him down like a sword...the smooth thickness of his cock fills my mouth until its touches the back of my throat...ahhhh, how I do enjoy a mouthful of cock. Pulling off slowly, my contracted lips extract a sweet reward of precum...a cock's way of insuring it gets sucked again...and again...it teases you with the promise of more. In my case...no such convincing was necessary.

A tube of lubricant flies from the top of the nightstand and lands on the sheets near my head. Taking my cue, I begin fixing him up. Soon his cock is a glistening, dark brown picture of manhood at its very best.

He guiding me again...gently rolling me onto my back and I wait patiently as his hand finishes what his mouth had begun...deftly applying lube to my ass. I while away the time by playfully rolling his balls in the palm of my hand.

"You gonna fuck me Baby...? I whisper to him. In a second, I have my answer. Spinning me towards him, he raises my legs up until they rest on his shoulders.

"That's right Bitch..." he says with a grunt while quickly pulling close. "I'm going to fuck up good..."

I grasp my knees and pull back ...exposing myself fully...and soon feel him sliding his hardon

up where it belongs.

"Ahhhh..." the sound is pushed from my mouth. Squirming closer...I feel the power of his small frame as he begins pumping...holding me in place with strong hands...and working his tool on me.

"That's right.....do it to me..." My eyes skyward, I momentarily regret the lack of a mirror on the ceiling that would let me see as well as feel his powerful cock fill my ass. Quickly passing it off as one of life's little disappointments, I close my eyes and enjoy the ride.

But...I've gotten ahead of myself.

Here I am...just about to detail how Ramon's was making me moan and I've not explained in any way how I wound up being in such a Bakırköy Escort pleasing position. Not explained how I became the cocksucker I am today...

2. The Doorway

"Burning the candle at both ends again, eh Robert...?"

Apparently I'd left the door to my office ajar and Edward's had taken advantage.

"Hasn't that beautiful wife of yours trained you to get home on time?" he continued with a smile.

My concentration abruptly broken, I jerked slightly when looking towards him.

"Well...yes Sir, you know me...always wanting to stay top of things...but too slow to get them done quickly" A self effacing grin pushed the words back his way.

"Don't take too long now..." he came back. "Don't want to keep her waiting and the work will still be here tomorrow...Good Night now"

That said, he left gone as quickly as he'd appeared. His head retracted from the door jam...the door closed completely and quietly...the sound of his footsteps tracked him down the hall.

Once again, silence returned to my world.

"Phew...that was close..." I thought and felt. No sounds crossed my lips, but I could hear the blood

pumping quickly through my temples.

"What am I doing leaving the door open...?" I puzzled angrily. The cause for my concern

presented itself when my attention returned to the computer monitor...and the vision of two naked, aroused men captured me again. I was being bad again...and enjoying it.

Instantly, that warm submissive tide wells from within and flows over me. I become transfixed by the images...the thick, stiff cock...arching upward strongly...declaring it dominance over the young man kneeling before it...into whose mouth it partially disappears.

Reaching for my mouse, I give the images life with a noisy "click" ... the young man's head begins

turning slowly from side to side, his mouth full of swollen dickhead...his tongue darts out, smoothing over the thick shaft as he slowly swallows more and more of it...camera focusing in...a hand reaches up, fills itself with balls pushing the entire package up...another hand rests gently on the cock sucker's head...guiding his pleasing sucking...

Then the image stops.

The cock is again frozen in place between the man's lips. "Where it probably always belongs" I think as I'm returned to my own reality.

The center of this small universe is that beautiful cock...it dominates my attention and although not fully conscious of it at the time, it's a universe I was in route to.

"I've got to get home..." I mutter and with a few more "clicks" the computer is shut down.

Standing gingerly, my pants full of swollen manhood , I take advantage and squeeze and rub my hardon...getting it into proper "walking position". Finish collecting my things and head out towards the elevator...officially homeward bound.

3. Passage

The hour long train ride home is its usual boring self. Noisy and cluttered, the car is filled with other equally tired and disinterested travelers to whom the ride is nothing more than a means to a destination.

Something to be endured...not experienced or remembered. Sleep was the narcotic of choice this day

and pressing myself into the large, soft backrest my eyes close...and soon my mind opens.

"Going to join the future." I hear Edwards, my boss saying some months back. "We've opened our own website and we'll be taking orders over the net...tracking and tracing...all sorts of things are going to open up...the future is now..."

I didn't understand all the computer jargon, but these seemed like laudable goals so I'd happily jumped on board...next stop the future.

Funny how only a few weeks later, the future arrived.

Working alone after hours, I'd done an internet search on one of our Mid-West suppliers. I needed to check this or that about something or other, but the search netted more than anticipated. One of the websites rounded up was Gay, Lesbian