Love In the 30's

I hung up the phone and turned towards the door.
Already my pants were getting tight around the crotch.
Today was going to me the day.

He knocked on the door of my office. Ever polite. I
told him to come in. He opened the door and sauntered
in.

He looked like a god. His skin brown and exotic, the
pin stripes on his suit about to burst from all the
muscles that they encased, and the small amount of
fabric in the crotch area of his pants stood out ever
so slightly, telling me he was just as excited to see
me as I was to see him.

Today was the day. Definitely.

"Whaddaya want?" I asked.
"You know good and well what I want, Georgey-boy," he
said, taking off his coat and hat and hanging them on
the coat rack by the door.
"I wouldn't have asked if I already knew, now would I,
Jorge?"
"I suppose not." He pushed himself into a seat and
crossed his legs in front of him. His masculinity
radiated of of him and if I had it my way, I would
have jumped right over that desk and had my way with
him. The light shining through the blinds cast a
series of bars across his face. 
"I want you, George. Right here. Right now."
"Goddamn it, Jorge! This is an office. That's not
proper conduct," I explained teasing him.
"Fine," he said standing up and calling my bluff. He
held out his hand to shake mine and bid me farewell.
He knew me too well. 

I took his hand, shook it twice, harder the first than
the last and pulled away, sitting back down. The look
on his face was classic. He turned, offended, and
snatched his coat and hat off the rack and turned once
more to face me. I'd already thrown everything off my
desk and toppled over my chair.

"If you leave this office, I don't know what I'll do
with myself, Jorge. Come on back over here and make me
the happiest man on earth." He threw his jacket and
hat on the floor and started towards me. I held up a
hand. "Before you do, close the door blind, willya."
He grinned and clicked the blind over my office door
closed. I turned and close the window blinds. I turned
back around to the sight of him stripping out of his
suit as quickly as he could. I undressed as well,
staring at him the entire time. First to go was his
suit jacket, then his vest, then his tie, the his
dress shirt. I caught a glance of caramel skin,
flawless in it's entirety, chocolate brown nipples
jutting out fro his chest. His stomach was all muscle
and I could just make out a happy trial of hair
running it self up into the midst of that muscle. I
stripped off my clothes all the faster.

He undid his belt, tossed it to the floor, unbuttoned
his pants and slid them to his ankles. He kicked off
his shoes, stepped out of pants and showed me heaven.
Flawless skin all the way to his socks, muscles in his
thighs, and calves that looked like he could pump away
at me for days. And taunting me were the tight-y
white-y's, giving me a clear view of his man hood
through the cotton fabric. And what man hood it was. I
didn't even try to guess. And I'm a detective for
Pete's sake!

When I was out of my clothes (not wearing any
underwear) I walked around my desk, took his hand and
led him back to the desk. I took him by his ass and
laid him on the desk. He placed his feet on the desk
and lifted so that I could pull off his underwear. I
yanked them off so quickly, I thought his head would
spin. I tossed them to the side and looked back at his
dick. 

Caramel. Just like the rest of him. I looked to the
skies to thank God for sending me this man. It stood
straight up, like it was ready to conduct lightning.
It was about 9 up, 4 across. Going on instinct, I put
my mouth on it and swallowed the entire thing whole.

It's a gift.

"I can't believe how good this is," he moans.

Better believe it, I think to myself. I start to pump
up and down and before long, he's shouting my name. 

"Georgy! Gerogy! I love t, baby, Yeah!"

I place two fingers on his ass and start to pump them
in and out of him in time with the sucking. He loves
it and goes crazy like his favorite baseball player
just scored a homer. Then the he starts with the
yelling that he's gonna cum. Let him cum. We'll be at
it again and he'll be hard as a pole once we get it
started again. He cums. No big deal. Only, it's on y
oak desk. I love that desk. Almost as I love sex. 

"Lick it up," I say simply.
"But-" he says. I give him a look, just to let him
know that I'm not fucking around. And he does it. He
turns around and licks it all up in one fail swoop.
But he messed up and exposed his ass to me. I can't
not see a beautiful ass like his and let it go un
fucked. I take hold of his side and throw all of
myself into him, not thinking about whether or not he
can handle it.

He grunts and looks back at me. I don't pay attention.
I just keep on fucking. And fucking. Soon I'm in a
frenzy. It's how I get sometimes. 

"If you don't come soon, Georgy, you're gonna tear my
ass hole," moans and sweaty Jorge. I ignore him again
and keep on fucking. I'm not a quick cummer. 

After twenty more minutes of hardcore screwing, I cum
in his ass. I don't think he liked it, but I don't
care. I pull my dick out and turn him around. I throw
him on the floor and sit on his chest offering my hard
cock to his mouth.

"But- but- you just came. How can you be hard again?"
he asks.

Poor guy. 

It goes on like this for close to an hour. I cum and
then get hard again whether I'm fucking him hard or
soft, slow or quick, whether I'm fucking his face or
he's sucking my dick. I'm a good cummer, just not fast
and hell... I was born for sex.

Poor guy's exhausted. I tell him that he can go if he
wants, but he can't even get of the floor. So, I give
him a present. Hell, I fucked the hell out of him for
and hour. The least I could do was give him a present.
I lean over and whisper in his ear. His eyes brighten
and crwals around behind me. 

"Loosen me up there first, kiddo. I haven't been
fucked in a long while."

I guess he hears me because I feel his tongue in my
ass and then two fingers. He's going quick and rushing
it and I don't like to be rushed. But I let him go
ahead. 

After only a couple minutes of fingering, he
straightens up and slowly puts it all in me till I can
feel his pubes. It feels so good! 

"Kiddo, you've got some dick there."
"Thanks, guy," he says. Those are the last words I
hear out of him. Off he goes, fucking away at my ass.
I'd forgotten how good it feels to be fucked and I
make a decision to get fucked more often. 

He says he' gonna cum (kids got a habit of stating the
obvious) and I tell him to go on and cum in my ass. He
does and pulls himself out. He's suddenly got his
strength back (what a surprise) and he starts to pull
on his clothes. I wanna see what he tastes like, so I
reach back and pul some of the wet cum out of my ass
cheek and taste it. Sweet. Just like I like it.

When he's all dressed, he lays down on the floor,
kisses me nice and passionate-like, and tells me to
call him anytime. I tell him I will and he picks up
his hat and coat and leaves. 

I grab some tissues off the floor and wipe my ass.
Then I pick up the phone and take a seat in my chair
when I stand it up. I put my feet up, my cock hard
again, and I dial up Ryan.

"Hey, guy. Wanna come over to the office and talk?"
"Sure," he says happily. "I'll be right over."
"Great." I hang up.

CLICK.

I light a cig and start to jack off. I wonder how i
ever get any work done around here.