Make It Last

- 1 - 

There was a distinctly sexual noise rumbling from the back office, grunts, gasps then a rattle to quieten things down as Larry’s voiced echoed through the garage letterbox. He had stood outside the repair shop for a minute or so, waiting for a reply to the silent bell. He had knocked on the door, hard. Nothing came back in response. 

As there was no point to just standing outside on the side-street, he tried the door, it was open, so he walked in. No one came forward to answer his timid hello. There was no one to be seen, only the evidence of work left unfinished and therefore of at least one workman. 

This visit was an after-hours arrangement, a personal favour, not something to be pushed. With this in mind Larry called again, only louder, but still there was no response. Favour or no favour, this was becoming a right piss take, and he had no inclination to settle for any more run around treatment. At home a pile of correspondence screamed for attention, this was not personal business, nor was it the kind of correspondence that would wait patiently. 

Larry hollered. He knew that Palmer was a sloppy bugger, but this was one crazy bitch antic too far. A radio blared tinny, tacky beat-music into the deserted site, and scraped the air alongside the wheezes and yanks of resting machinery. Larry smacked the top control panel to turn it off. That was when he first heard the distant vocals. From the bowels of the workshop it sounded high above his head. He looked up at the office space set on a gantry, there was a dim greyish light, yet no sign of life. A television must be on, the light flickered, and through the factory noise men’s voices reported even though what they said could not be made out. Larry picked up a large, rather oily spanner then smacked it flat on to a bench in temper. Still there was no response. 

This was odd, not sloppy; odd, dangerous maybe. Palmer would not leave his work entirely unattended, not with the side door open. Palmer wouldn’t trust the world or its itchy fingers to let him off on a security lapse. Palmer would be around somewhere close. 

‘Palmer!’ Larry called only lightly toward the office. A thought to take up the spanner he’d just crashed down entered his head. There was an unsafe feeling niggling at the back of his neck. 
‘Shit it!’ Larry bashed his shin against a metal bar as he walked slowly up to the gantry’s stairway. Anger surged through him. He had had an awful day at work. Palmer had phoned him after a particularly gruelling meeting, where his figures had been questioned and only slight of mind could show their application. And he had been stuck in a traffic jam, on a heaving bus, to collect tickets for a last minute decision holiday. All that just to turn up here, to this. 

He yelled up the stairs. ‘Palmer! It’s Larry.’ That was when the rattle of uncovered lust beat its retreat.
‘Hi!’ Palmer called, then emerged from the office after a brief delay.

‘Hello.’ Larry’s voice was filled with a major busy-life venom. But his tone altered with the shape of his face as he watched Palmer come out, in overalls stripped to the waist. He was an ad-man’s He-Man vision, but stood, standing above Larry, in the flesh. ‘Hello.’ 

‘Watcha!’ Palmer winked at Larry. There was oil on his exposed torso, streaks mixed on work-sweat rather than from a photographers’ make-up bag, with smudges from the cloth that Palmer used to wipe away the heat of a sweltering day. ‘Traffic bad?’

‘Egh! yes, yes it was.’ Larry was unable and unwilling to take his eyes off Palmer’s arms as they moved in a smoothing action to clear the sweat, or entice attraction. 
From the first time he had seen him Larry was greedy to see more of Palmer, to see as much of him as could be arranged. best of all, Palmer was almost always willing to oblige. This meeting however had been arranged to oblige Palmer. Larry had come straight from work in suit and tie, and a crisp white shirt, wrinkled from sitting at a desk. 

‘Have you been busy?’ A daft question, given the things Larry was actually contemplating as he spoke. ‘The others have finished, any rate.’
‘Yip. On both accounts; I’ve been hard at it, and we are alone.’ Palmer walked down the stairs, his boots clanking as metal caps struck metal steps. ‘You busy?’
‘Very.’ Larry backed from Palmer, then walked back to where the radio lay. ‘I was getting into a right strop too. Still, I’m in a better mood now.’
‘Why’s that then?’ Palmer switched on the radio again, but lowered the sound.

‘I spent ages getting to the travel agents, then had grief from them over the tickets.’ Larry zeroed in on the seat of Palmer’s overalls as he bent from the knees to lift a tool box. ‘I got them all right, so the hol’s all ready to roll.’

‘Great.’ Palmer rose, face to face, staring into Larry’s eyes. Calm, unruffled, waiting. ‘The door’s open,’ he pointed to it and pressed passed Larry, a momentary squeeze of groin to groin as he went, ‘I’ll lock up, takes a few minutes. OK?’
‘Sure.’ Larry feigned indifference. It was amazingly hot among the machines, even the air displaced by fans clung to the skin with immoveable warmth. Larry’s tie was loose about his neck, but he eased its knot further apart as he watched Palmer stretch to ram a high door bolt closed. 

- 2 -

A half turn from the door allowed Palmer to smile at Larry and set the electronic alarm system. ‘Thirsty?’ Palmer called, testing a connection while a light flashed in the building. He stopped at a drinks machine, clinking in the coins, he bent to fetch the rattled load. ‘Catch!’ He threw an ice cold can at Larry, then flicked open his own, downing its contents with a guzzle that sent his throat on a wave. He gagged on the cold fizz, it made him laugh and splutter.

‘Here.’ Larry took out his handkerchief and dabbed uneasily at Palmer’s face and neck. It had the thrill or the peculiarity of something forbidden. 
Palmer took hold of Larry’s necktie and drew him in on the end of it. 
Larry strained against the pull with only minor resistance. 
‘I’ve been waiting for this.’ Palmer held Larry firm and fixed him with a look. ‘This.’ He craned his neck to fill Larry’s mouth with a kiss. The starch of Larry’s shirt melted under Palmer’s wet press, yet still it ran smooth as he freed the suit coat from the shoulders. Palmer ran his face on the nape of Larry’s neck and delicately spanned the length of the exposed shoulder. ‘Love it.’ He held his head back to see if Larry liked it too. 

Larry’s eyes had been closed to all but their inner vision of the experience, they opened to Palmer, and lit in a smile. 
‘We can go up to the office,’ Palmer thumbed up the stairs, ‘it’ll be better.’
‘Sure.’ Larry followed Palmer as he lead the way, still with a firm grip on Larry’s tie. 
‘Your back is so smooth.’ Larry snuggled bumpily into the pit of Palmer’s back as they went up the stairs, he licked it and smoothed it with his fingers until Palmer shivered. He held Palmer’s hips when the last stair was reached, he held them so that he could drive his head into Palmer’s buttock’s, through the overalls, and bite him. ‘I’ve been waiting for this too.’ 
Once in the office Palmer undid the buttons on Larry’s shirt and had a good feel of the body that it covered. One hand left the chest to feel up Larry’s crotch. A fat portion of manhood grew fatter with his strokes. He broke for a second to hit a remote control button and the TV set flickered with naked life. Some raunchy porn played around them in sound and colour. It was a film that Larry knew well and really liked as it had one of his favourite porn stars in it. Palmer then stood back from Larry. He put one hand in his hip pocket, the other lay by his side, he nodded from his neck in the direction of the floor in front of him. 

Larry did not question or delay. He knelt at a spot best suited to contact Palmer’s privates. Palmer’s free hand found the back of Larry’s neck and pressed a rigid erection against him. Larry pressed too, and nibbled, sucking at Palmer through his overalls. He ran his hands on the firm, tensed thighs and grasped the calves as he sucked hard over the knob, biting at it with mouthfuls of trouser leg. Larry looked up at Palmer’s face, he teased further access until the full package was on show. He kissed and licked it all, knob, knob-hole, shaft, sack, balls and belly. Beneath his mouth Palmer writhed, he let out a groan when Larry’s mouth rounded on the twitching cock and swallowed it whole. With slow and swift changing strokes Larry inched Palmer down his throat. He managed to release his own aching cock, but had no time to play with it. Palmer pulled him up.

‘Let me.’ Palmer gave Larry a dark glance as their faces met. He pushed Larry back against a table to undo the trousers. He heaved them down and the boxer shorts beneath them in one yank as he lowered himself, running his tongue over Larry’s chest on the way. Palmer pulled on Larry’s shirt tails using them as a grip to pump Larry in while he forced down on Larry’s cock. He sucked back for breath and to rub his saliva from Larry’s balls up the shaft to the tip. The movement caused Larry to shudder back, which slipped him off balance slightly. 
It was enough to have Palmer slacken his grip and guide Larry on to his back on the table. Palmer took Larry’s legs in his hands, his tongue finding its way into Larry’s crack. Palmer pushed Larry’s legs back and apart as far as his trousers would allow, for an easier approach to the pink ring of anus that lay in ready invitation. 

‘Beautiful!’ He kissed Larry’s hole with eyes closing in tenderness. He raised his head a touch. ‘Suck me,’ Palmer wiped his face, ‘get down and suck my dick.’
‘Sure!’ Larry struggled off the table and down on Palmer. Palmer’s overalls were wrapped around his ankles, as Larry’s trousers were about his, so neither could manoeuvre easily. ‘Like it?’ Larry took a breath as he spoke. The grunt was answer in plenty. Larry had his face at Palmer’s belly and ball sack or sucking rhythmically over the swollen bell end of his knob. All the while running his hands over Palmer’s legs. To avoid making him cum too soon Larry took a break from sucking, touching lower and lower to his boots. The metal tips were cold, even in that oven-like office. He licked and kissed at the boots, taking the base of one as Palmer raised it slightly to score it on Larry’s face. He lifted himself up, took a hold of Palmer’s balls and breathed them in, lapping up the dewy moisture trickling around them, then chewed lightly on both. 

- 3 -

He went back to sucking Palmer’s cock, but this time also started fingering his ass crack. ‘Turn. I want to lick your ass.’ 
Palmer obeyed, splaying his buttocks with his hands. Larry wet a finger to poke about Palmer’s hole. Palmer bent further and Larry entered him, toying in the rectum and massaging the prostate while he felt around. A second finger joined the first as Palmer passed down a tube of lubrication and a condom. 

‘Want me to fuck you, fuck you now?’
‘Yeah.’ Palmer’s voice was soft and he blinked in a smile as they looked at each other.
‘You horny, fucking cunt.’
‘Yeah.’ 
‘You’ve wanted this,’ Larry gave lube to his fingers and drove it into Palmer, ‘need a good fuck,’ he kneaded more in to make it a smooth ride, ‘you ready for this?’
‘Yeah, you know it.’ Palmer squeezed his cock and balls waiting for Larry to settle his position. He could feel the rubber on Larry’s cock, it brushed across his buttocks, between his legs and on his back. 
Larry smacked it on Palmer’s hole. 
‘Fuck me, come on, you got me.’
‘Sure.’
‘Ah!’ Palmer took a draw of air, ‘easy, to begin with, ease me open.’

‘Sure.’ Larry adjusted his stance, tugging at the constriction that his trousers and shorts made on his legs. ‘Just get these off,’ he kicked off a shoe to peel out of one side, ‘fuck, yes!’ He made his way back inside Palmer, slowly, into the rectum, then home deep inside.
‘Ah! fuck! Jesus! Yeah, that is so, fuck!’ Palmer gasped with the words and the feel of Larry solid and thrusting. ‘Slow, let me feel it. Jesus!’
‘Good?’
‘Yeah, hell, fuck! Good.’ Palmer left his cock and placed his hands on Larry’s thighs.

‘That’s it pull me in, roll on me.’ Larry lifted his free leg to rest it on a box and rocked harder against Palmer. ‘Yes, play with my balls.’
‘Here, let me lay on there.’ Palmer dragged away from Larry. ‘Yeah!’ He jacked his head back when he lay on the table and Larry gave him more lube. 
‘Rest your legs on my shoulder, let me grab hold of them,’ Larry was already sliding into Palmer as he spoke, ‘fuck, it’s so good.’ He was slow in his pitch now, he could pull on Palmer’s cock as he fucked. He spat on his hand to moisten the wank. 

‘No, leave me, I’ll spurt if you pull me.’ Palmer grabbed Larry’s wrist to stop him from jerking so quickly. ‘Fuck me, that’s like, yeah, a real fuck.’
‘I want to shoot soon.’ Larry continued to poke at Palmer’s ass. ‘Where do you want me to shoot?’ Larry was breathless but tender, he lent over Palmer to speak his words.
‘I want to, too. Hey! spunk in my face. Do you think you’ll get it there?’
‘Sure, but let me feel you around my dick more. You are one horny cunt.’
‘Kiss me. Reach me,’ they strained lips together, ‘ah! kiss me, fuck, yeah.’ The kiss lasted for what seemed like a lifetime to both men. ‘Mhm, you’re great, fuck me hard and spunk right in my gob, know? Fuck me hard.’ Palmer toyed on his cock gently.
‘You,’ Larry jabbed in tiny ripples, ‘got it.’

The porn video had run its course and a hiss of speckled light coursed over the office walls. That white sound emphasized what body sounds there were: a squelch of lube, panting, and throaty pleasures. The table creaked to bear two slick bodies twitching in the moments before ejaculation. The squirming stopped in a sudden silence.
‘I’m going loose my load - now.’ Palmer hacked vigorously on his cock, it filled to capacity and exploded in a screaming tremble issuing from his gut. The wad flew in spurts, over his stomach, on to his face, and well beyond his legs.
‘Ah, shit, get down, yes, fuck, yes!’ Larry dragged Palmer off the table, he pulled the condom off, and wanked like crazy. 

- 4 - 

Palmer joined the throb with his tongue, then his closed lips. 
‘Ah! I got to let it fucking go,’ Larry’s balls rode up in anticipation of the final loss, ‘got to! Fuck!’ The heat of sex made Larry’s head stagger and his knees bend, the ejaculation carried more than spunk, it fired Larry right out off his skull. 

Palmer took Larry’s cock in his hand to rub it in the load and pump out of it the last shuddering ooze of orgasm. He took Larry in his mouth and sucked him dry.
‘Enough, please, enough.’ Larry sank to be at Palmer’s level, they knelt, leaning on each other. Glowing. A kiss and cuddle was all the touch that remained bearable, a touch that was a joy all its own, one that finds words an intrusion.

‘Great,’ Palmer lay his arms round Larry’s shoulders, rubbing his face on the sodden shirt that clung to him, ‘just great, Larry, you know that?’
‘I’m sleepy.’ Larry could have drifted off into a deep sleep given half the chance, but half the chance was not available. Instead he sank on Palmer who bore the weight and sent them both on a gentle sway, moving from the hips on knee to knee. ‘Great.’
‘Yip, I know. It’s been a day. Thanks, I really enjoyed it. You?’
‘Yes, I did.’

They disentangled from each other and rose to survey the mess they had wrought. The contents of Palmer’s table were strewn on the floor behind it. Larry’s shirt was greased beyond reuse, and his pants had been dragged through the dirt. They laughed at the mess, or at themselves. Larry pulled on his boxer shorts and trousers, buttoned his shirt and adjusted his tie. Palmer stripped out of his overalls and boots, found his briefs, and slid on his jeans, a pair of socks, his trainers and a T-shirt. He tossed over Larry’s shoe, then they were dressed to go.

‘Home?’ Palmer smiled at Larry, who nodded. ‘I’ll drive, if you like?’
‘Sure.’ Larry smiled too. ‘It’s great.’
‘What?’
‘Us, you know, over the years?’
‘Yip!’ Palmer shrugged, ‘you got to try, use the old imagination, try to make it last.’
‘We do.’
‘That we do.’
‘Palmer?’
‘Yip?’
‘Hug me.’ 

They hugged, a slobbery kiss of a hug. Then they left to prepare for their holiday, the evidence of their games reduced as best they could manage in the leftover time available. They decided to do it all again and quite soon.