Get off with it

Palmer phoned from outside the office building were Larry worked, he needed security clearance to park the car in one of the firm’s private spaces. Although Larry wasn't exactly 'out' at work they were known to a few people as a couple, the boss being one of the in-crowd. And since the boss had had his partner in, to show him off, it became easier for the likes of Larry to admit to Palmer. But with bomb threats and trade secrets any visitors still needed clearance before the jack booted security morons would let the dust settle. Larry’s line was engaged only briefly.

‘Altenberg’s, Larry Carter.’ Larry sounded quite the professional.
‘Hi! babes, it’s me.’ Palmer teased him mercilessly. ‘Give your peaked-cap brigade a buzz, snappish, I’m outside.’

Larry adjusted his position away from another back-hanging colleague sitting near by. ‘I’m not sure about this, really.’ His voice was conspiratorially low, which was noticed, ‘Palmer,’ he called over and smiled, then whispered on the phone, ‘Gore is still around.’
‘Bloody fuck it, what’s bore-gore doing? She isn’t still after you, is she?’
‘Not exactly,’ he lied, ‘she had some work too.’
‘So, you want me to drive round for an hour and more, do you?’
‘No. Don’t be like that, or I will scratch it!’ Larry was tetchy with the unwanted attention and an ambient macho work ethic. ‘Just a sec.’ He looked across the office as his colleague had called to him. ‘Yes, Trina?’ He called back. She just wanted say she’d had enough and was heading off, and to ask if he was staying. ‘Ahm, we’re off on our hols after I finish.’ Larry answered. ‘We will have fun, thanks. Good night!’ Larry sighed as she waved goodbye. He whispered once more over the phone, ‘Yes! She's going now’. Finally the fear at the back of his voice lifted with that thought, so he told Palmer, ‘I’ll call down now, if you go round the back way.’

‘Yip, right you are.’ Palmer was preparing to develop either a strop or a sulk.
‘Thanks for doing this, Pally,’ Larry confided. ‘It’s crazy, you know?’
‘I guess.’ Palmer sniffed and wondered, ‘It’s OK if I’ll pull in there now, babes?’
‘Brilliant! John should be at the main reception by now so there’ll be no hassle.’
‘Are you ready for your first birthday surprise?’ Palmer was stuck in traffic so he chatted on.
‘Tell me what it is, Pally, go on.’
‘As I said, it won’t be a surprise if I tell you everything - its just a nice way into our holiday.’
‘But it involves you and uniforms?’
‘Yip, correct.’ Palmer started moving. ‘Look, I’m on the go, so a few mins, OK?’
‘OK. I’ll phone down now.’ Larry was left with a buzz tone in his ear. ‘Hello, John?’ He phoned the main reception desk but the man at the other end was not the usual officer. ‘Could I speak to John, please, it’s important.’

‘Sorry, sir,’ The man had a youngish ring to him. ‘John isn’t available this evening, he swapped shifts. This is Pete, I do agency here fairly often.’
‘I see.’ Larry might as well have cursed. It made things really sticky, a strange security officer on patrol would certainly investigate any suspicious goings on. Larry's mind seemed to buzz frantically inside his head. How could he tell Palmer it was all off; they were due to catch their flight in three hours!
‘Are you having problems, sir? Can I be of assistance?’ The voice was manly for all it’s youth. ‘Sir?’ It repeated firmly, seeking attention.
‘Ahm?’ Larry was trying to put a face to Pete’s voice. ‘Yes, you can help. I have a friend coming over to collect me, he needs in at the back security door, would you clear that with them?’
‘Name and time you expect him, sir, please.’ Pete was officious now.
‘Mine is Larry Carter, it’ll be my security card on the car: VNA 20:13.’
‘And the driver will be -’ Pete did not wait for Larry to tell him, ‘Palmer Elias, yes?’
‘That is right, yes, he’ll be there in a minute or so.’
‘No problem, sir. It has been detailed and I’ve logged him, so I’ll bell ‘em now. OK?’
‘Thank you. You’ll send him up when he comes round?’
‘No probs, sir.’ Pete said with a giggle in his voice, he really seemed to enjoy his work. ‘One thing more, sir, before you go.’
‘Yes, what?’ Larry pretended impatience.
‘How long are you likely to be in the building?’
‘An hour or so. Why?’
‘Oh, just so I know. I don’t want to butt in at no crucial point in your business, but I do have to know when the people here go. Fire regulations, head counts that sort of thing.’

‘I see, sure,’ Larry felt like saying no probs, but refrained. ‘I’ll call down before we leave or if I need to extend our time here. You’ll be at the desk until about eight?’
‘That’s right. But if I’ve started me check, you’ll come through on the mobile directly to me. I’d not be up to 13 much before nine, anyways.’
‘Thank you, that’s fine.’
‘Thank you, sir.’

Palmer stood in front of the reception desk as Larry and Pete’s conversation tailed off. He was wearing his ordinary T-shirt, jeans and trainers, however over one shoulder there hung a grey plastic suit-traveller, from the other there dangled a rucksack.
‘Hello,’ Pete held his face in a security blank out, ‘you’re already expected.’
‘Yip,’ Palmer sniffed as he hoiked his rucksack on to the desktop, ‘ready, willing and able.’
‘We need to check the bag.’ Pete gave a nod at the closed circuit cameras.
‘Go for it.’ Palmer lowered it down as Pete took it closer.

‘I’ll call now, so you can go straight up.’ Pete gave a swift feel into the bag; only an old pair of brightly shined boots and a tissue covered soft peak cap. He looked at the cap’s badge as he dialled. ‘Marines?’ He offered an appreciation of the kudos attached to the name.
‘Yip.’ Palmer merely clenched eyes on him with a hard-man fix.
‘Your guest is here and cleared, sir.’ Pete spoke into his phone, but with his eyes travelling over Palmer suspiciously.
‘Oh, sure, send him up, came over the phone line’ as a mumble.
‘OK, sir.’ Pete couldn’t compete Palmer stare for stare so he blinked. ‘You can go up.’
‘I’ll see you later.’ Palmer winked at Pete and burst into a happy grin.
‘No probs.’ Pete heated furiously at the back of his neck. ‘Later.’

When Palmer walked passed Larry’s office the door was open slightly, two shadows were just discernible through the half-level frosted glass. His own must have been equally apparent to anyone looking for it. He went straight to the washroom where he would change clothes. There was no one around so an eerie sound filled his ears for a few moments, that of a silent building breathing. In the corridor he could hear Larry emerge from his office, the other voice, a man’s voice, was with him. Neither seemed to move any closer or further from him. Palmer decided to go in and get ready.
The washroom was an L-shape, the long area held the urinals and opposite them the wash basins.

The closets were in the angled area. Palmer went into the first one, peeled off his trainers, unbuttoned his jeans then stopped to listen. There was a distant hum of after-work cleaning, it came through one of the lavatory windows. Inside not a peep was heard, only the murmur of air conditioning. A sexy feeling swept over Palmer as he rippled his jeans off and pulled his shirt over his head. He stood touching himself in socks and pants behind a locked cubicle door. A naughty-boy feeling made him hypersensitive to the presence his own body, stripped down as he was ready to change his pants in public. Time was ticking slower than his heart, but fast enough to find him unprepared, and that would never do for him. He folded his clothes neatly then unzipped his carrier and smoothed the uniform that it contained, he leaned forward to feel it against his face. First there emerged an army issue vest, next he eased out his tie from a pocket and then a shirt from under the jacket, pressed so crisp it could cut. Before he put the shirt on he ran his hands into his arm pits, they were moist, so he wiped them with toilet tissue.

His trousers had the slightest of fold marks, Palmer tease-tugged them to remove the crease before wearing them. He sat on the lowered loo seat to take out his boots and checked to see his face in their shine; with the boots on over his heavy socks he began to expand fully into his part. He took condoms from the rucksack and tucked them into the top of one of his socks, on the other side he concealed a little tube of jelly. Coming out of the cubicle to stand in front of a mirror so he could tie his necktie neatly, he brought his coat and cap along to hang right beside him as he prepared for duty.
Larry walked in as Palmer was satisfied with a last tight tug on his tie. He was a sight fit for Larry’s harassed mind. Freshly cropped head, pristinely turned out in body and well into his military mode. Larry twittered despite himself. ‘That bloody janitor, yacking on about the run down state of some the loos in the place, and how marvellous it was to come into this one, always so clean and no blocked U-bends. Crazy!’ Larry watched Palmer get into his jacket, snugly pressed close to his body, adjusting the cap on his head and hiding what hair he had left after the barber’s cut. A twitch stiffened in Larry pants, he tried to ease this in its confinement. ‘I thought he’d never go, the janitor, in my office, just now.’ The words tripped out as Palmer walked toward the bowls, ignoring Larry, and giving only a cool flash from the corner of his eye as he went. ‘Yes, crazy.’ Larry watched as Palmer bent at the knees, shaking himself out of his flies and clicking his boot heals on the tiled floor. The sexual tension was tremendous.

Palmer cast a sideways glance as Larry came up to stand at the next but one bowl, with a lazy roll he pulled back from the enamel rim to expose a rock hard erection. One hand was on his trousers holding apart the zipper’s teeth while the other waggled his cock, yet no eye to eye contact was offered or received. When Larry too stood cock in hand, Palmer moved from the bowl, he stopped manipulating himself and pointed down at his boots. He said nothing.

‘I’m not sure,’ Larry whispered, genuinely concerned. ‘I mean, you know, that janitor is around and there’s a new bloody security guard who might go snooping.’ He looked around, as if to check they were indeed alone, then back at Palmer. He moved forward when Palmer pushed his cock out at a right angle to his body, in a service me stance. ‘You wacky sod.’
‘Strip.’ Palmer barked at Larry who had bent over to suck him. ‘Now, strip here.’
‘But?’
‘I said strip, did you hear?’ Palmer’s voice started gruff but ended harsh. ‘Strip, now.’

‘Yes.’ Larry gave an involuntary start under the commanding shout. In seconds Larry was completely naked, his skin soft and vulnerable rubbing against the elegant roughness of Palmer’s uniform. ‘It’s dead weird.’ He lowered himself kissing the cloth and the buttons as he nuzzled his way down to Palmer’s knob. ‘Want me to make you feel good?’ Larry teased.
‘Go for it.’ Palmer thrust while Larry sucked and tried not to gag. ‘Stop!’ Palmer pushed Larry’s head away. ‘Take my clothes off.’
‘Sure.’ Larry cooed for his treat, while the thought that they might be discovered at any moment sent his pulse racing. He had Palmer’s help in removing the jacket and the shirt, a non verbal insistence that the clothes were treated with the highest respect, and a physical control over his hands directing him to caress the clothes and naked flesh.

‘Wait.’ Palmer single-fingered the air into Larry’s face, an instruction not to move a muscle. ‘I want this bin to lean on.’ Palmer tugged at a waste bin with a flat top, he wedged it in the space between two sinks. ‘Take them.’ Palmer sat back and elevated one boot to Larry’s groin. Each boot was unlaced in turn, a play being made of it, Palmer twisting or turning his feet for Larry to adore. The leather given over to Larry’s touch or pressed on his chest and kissed by his lips. ‘Stand up.’

Larry got up using Palmer’s thighs as support. ‘What now?’ Larry shivered with chill and tension. He stood in awe of Palmer as he peeled out of his boots and lifted the lube tube to Larry’s nose, waving it. Larry had a great view of Palmer’s bum through the tight covering of his boxer shorts when the trousers came off, a view which Palmer deliberately engineered and modelled to effect. ‘May I rim you,’ Larry pleaded, ‘kiss you through your shorts?’
‘It’s there for you.’ Palmer bent slightly with a turn to see Larry enjoy himself.
It was while Larry was chewing through the material on to Palmer’s asshole that they heard a footfall and a creak at the door. Larry stopped with his breath, ready to leap into flight, his name at work forever in absolute disgrace. Palmer had hold of his hair, holding him down, but Larry slid in a struggle to escape. He ending up in a modesty preserving ball on the floor. Larry looked and felt like he had died a death.

Pete, the security guard, stood bold and brassily in front of them, smacking a torch into his hand. ‘I thought you’d be in here.’ His body language seemed to fill up the space between Larry and the rest of the room. He rubbed the torch on his groin then pocketed it; and having not so much as a smile or an invitation he went on to open his belt.

‘Take it.’ Palmer pushed Larry’s head over to Pete’s groin. ‘Get your mouth in there.’ He took up a more square position behind Larry’s back to encourage full engagement.

‘I -’ Larry resisted the firm drive of Palmer’s hand on his head. He folded into Pete only as he was hugged adamantly on the nape of his neck. Feeling Palmer rub over him, he sensed that the shadow above him meant Palmer and Pete were kissing. Larry’s cock pumped back into a powerful state of excitement, yet tauter, for as he explored Pete the warmth of a man’s smell filled his nostrils. There seemed to be a sweaty, salty-sour taste to Pete’s Y-fronts. Not rank, they had rather an all-day percolated smell. It made Larry squirm. And as he hooked Pete’s cock out through one leg of the underwear a full throb smacked against his face. Larry sniffed and licked at it, which made Pete grind his hips.

But when Larry took hold of the meat in front of him, pulling Pete’s long and loose foreskin further toward him then sticking his tongue under the tightened pucker that this formed, Pete turned from grind to tremble. ‘Fuck, yes!’ Larry glanced up at Palmer and Pete. ‘Fuck. Yes. I love it.’ Larry raised a hand to draw Palmer round, he wanted both cocks before him. ‘Just look at that!’ One cut, one not, both throbbing wildly for major attention. ‘I want both of your dicks in my mouth.’ Larry was rubbing his face and tongue on both men as he spoke. He pressed his mouth down on them when they stood as close as they could, the solid masses rolling over each other in Larry’s attempts to take them in.

‘Want him to fuck you, babes?’ Palmer pushed Larry’s head back. ‘Want it?’
‘Yes.’ He shifted from Palmer to Pete. ‘Yes.’ Larry went back to servicing Palmer as Pete removed his shoes and trousers. Larry stopped him from going further in his striptease by burying his mouth on Pete’s cock, pulling the foreskin back to lick and kiss and suck the knob into a glistening quiver. He felt for the condoms in Palmer’s sock, knowing exactly were to look. ‘Fuck me,’ Larry pleaded, ‘Palmer, fuck me first.’ No sooner asked than given.

Palmer bit open the rubber’s packet while Larry bent forward, swallowing Pete as he braced. Palmer rolled on the condom tantilizingly over hs knob and down the shaft. Then he lubed Larry’s hole, a two fingered stretch opened him with a deep throated desire. ‘Give it to me, babes,' Palmer demanded. 'Yeah! let me in there,’ he whispered, mounting Larry. ‘That’s it, yeah. Ah! fuck, you’re ready. Warm, so soft. Feel me in there?’

‘Fuck, I do!’ Larry let a gasp break into his sucking as Palmer’s thrusts into his arse increased. Suddenly Palmer was out and Pete was in, then Palmer again. Pete took over once more in a slow, full screw. ‘Jesus!’ Larry cried, he couldn’t wait any longer. He shot off his load in a paroxysm of hot cum. He flipped in one smooth, quick movement, knelt and moaned as Palmer and Pete ripped off the latex, and started wanking in a parallel frenzy to cover Larry in spunk in one explosive shower.

Wet-wiped, dried and dressed, they went down to the reception desk, sexually replete and chatting about their flight plans. John the usual security guard was at the desk as they walked from the lift. Larry was puzzled, so he stopped in his tracks and smiled at him.
‘Enjoy your birthday present?’ John asked unperturbed.

‘So that was my -’ Larry looked at Palmer, blushing. ‘A bit early, as he well knows; but yes, very much.’
‘Hmm,’ John scanned Pete readjusting his uniform, ‘so I see.’ He laughed. ‘Go on, gertcha! Get off with it, the lot of you.’
Palmer and Larry were sitting over a coffee when Larry demanded a complete explanation of his surprise birthday treat.

‘Pete? He’s a friend of Sam’s’ Palmer smirked.
‘Your bloody brother?’ Larry tutted. ‘I was fucking shit scared, you crazy bastard!’
Holidays can be exciting things, especially spur of the moment holidays. Now that Larry and Palmer were finally ready for just such a last-minute trip, they both knew that this suggested break away allowed for more than one surprise. After all their holiday in the Caribbean was still to come.