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Jourdan Lane |
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On The JobI stretch my arms above my head, looking at the partially built shelves on the wall. I had known that it would take a couple of days to complete the job, but I hadn’t known I’d have to work under these conditions. The conditions: being teased continually by the man that I am actually working for. What’s worse is I don’t think he even has a clue what he’s doing to me. His name is Justin Ramsey. I don’t know exactly what he does for a living, but he works out of his home and is on the computer and the phone—a lot. He’s got these beautiful blue eyes that I swear are the exact color of turquoise. His short, jet-black hair makes for a nice contrast. He’s built, but not overly so. He seems to have more of a runner’s body with lean, lithe muscle. The job I’m doing is taking one
complete wall of his office and turning it into a custom bookshelf, easier said than done.
It has to be the largest blank wall I’ve ever seen. To top it off, Justin, as he has
bid me to call him, is always popping in and out of the room for this or that. The things
he’s searching for almost always end up coming from a box on the floor where
he’s bending over and baring his round bubble butt for all the world to see. He is
tastefully, but casually, dressed at all times in low-slung jeans and a tee shirt. But he
might as well be naked as far as I’m concerned because I can’t get him out of my
mind. “Alex?” He knocks on the door
to his own office, interrupting me from my thoughts. “What?” I say, moving back to
pick up another bag of nails. “I’m about to have lunch,
would you like to take a break and join me?" I swallow hard. As much as I would like
just that, I don’t want to attack the poor man. I know he’s just being polite
and I would hate to scare him by attacking him over the table. “No thanks. I just
need to keep on. If I don’t, I’ll be here again tomorrow.” He just nods and walks away and I grab
the nails and move back over to the frame for the shelves. As I start back to work, I see
movement out of the corner of my eye. He’s now sitting at his dining room table,
laptop open, and he’s concentrating on the screen with a piece of celery between his
lips. I groan and turn my head away, inwardly cursing him for sitting where I can see him. If he only knew the lascivious thoughts
running around in my mind, he’d probably run. I haven’t seen anything lying
around to even remotely indicate that he’s gay; of course I haven’t really
looked either. Most of my attentions have been on the bookshelf and on Justin’s ass.
I turn away once again and try to put him out of my mind. Fifteen minutes later, I’m
in mid-swing of the hammer and he’s running his hand idly over his chest. I
don’t know what caused me to look up, but I regret it instantly. The pain of the
hammer making contact with my thumb instead of the nail is almost enough to drive away the
hard-on tenting my jeans—almost. I yell, I curse, I hold my hand close,
and curse some more. Justin is there at the door in seconds and raises his eyebrows at me.
“Were you trying to take off your whole thumb?” I skip the humor. “No, I just
wasn’t fucking paying attention.” He smiles and leads me into his
bathroom. He turns on the water and shoves my hand under the spray of water. I wince as
the spray of water hits my torn skin. “Fuck!” He looks at my thumb and then to me.
“Yeah, it looks like it hurts. I’ll get you a bandage.” I start to object but then I realize
that it would be for the best. He walks to the cabinet and opens the door, only to get an
odd look on his face and move the door to where it’s only partially open and I
can’t see inside. He gets out the bandage and walks over to me. He looks at my thumb
after he dries it and smiles. “Looks like it’s more under the fingernail.” I nod my head. “It’s ok,
don’t worry about it.” “Don’t bleed on my shelves
huh?" He shakes his head and laughs. I can’t help but laugh along with
him and in the next moment, the doorbell rings. “Hang on a minute ok?” “Yeah, sure," I say. I wait
for him a few minutes and then I realize that I’m just hanging around in his bathroom
when I should be working. I make my way back into his office and begin working again. I
see him look in my direction before he sits back down at the computer again. I’m
tempted to stare at him for a moment, but then I remember where it got me the last time.
My dick is already throbbing as I remember his gentle yet practiced touch. He hadn’t
seemed repulsed by touching and tending another man’s hand at least. I reach for my measuring tape a while
later and it’s gone; it’s not attached to the waistband of my jeans where it
always hangs, and I can’t remember taking it off. Damn. I look around for it for a
few moments and then wander back to the bathroom. I could have sworn that Justin was
sitting at his computer when I walked out of the office; but when I approach the bathroom
I can hear him in the shower. The door to the bathroom is only partially open but what I
see takes my breath away. The shower door is as clear as day and
he’s standing under the spray of water, wetting his hair. The water is running in
streams, caressing his toned body. My cock instantly drools over what my eyes perceive.
Not wanting to invade the man’s privacy, I turn to go. “Alex?” I stop in mid-step, but do not turn
around. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were in the shower. I thought maybe
I’d left my measuring tape on the counter.” I hear the shower door close.
“It’s there; come on in and get it. I don’t mind.” I clench my teeth and go into the
bathroom. My yellow tape measure is sitting right on the edge of the sink. I still
can’t remember taking it off. I grab it and start to walk out when I look at the
shower door again and Justin is standing there, the water cascading over his body. He's
watching me. The look in his eyes is predatory and I’m instantly nervous. I open my mouth to speak but no sound
comes out. I watch his eyes sweep up and down my body and he gives a slight nod toward the
shower. I have no clue what he’s referring to. I can hope all I want, but a crossed
line is a crossed line. I’m not about to cross it on what I think is happening. I start to walk out of the room
and I hear the shower door. I let out a breath of air thinking that he’s closed the
door, but seconds later, I feel his hand on my shoulder. My heart is hammering in my chest and
my damn cock is tenting out my jeans so far it’s painful. “I need to work on the
shelves.” “Yes, but is that what you want to work on right at this moment?" He
turns me around and pushes me against the wall, giving me a long, appreciative stare. As
he leans forward and presses his lips to mine, I'm torn between pushing him away and
pulling him close. My tape measure falls to the floor as I
slide my hands around his slim, naked hips. I latch onto his ass cheeks with both hands,
squeezing and pulling them apart. My thumb is throbbing and it hurts like a mother-fucker,
but now my cock is almost as painfully hard. Justin pulls away and smiles. “I’ve
been wanting to do that since the first time I laid eyes on you.” I hold up my hand and show him my
thumb. “This, is because of you." He begins sliding my tee shirt up my chest and
over my head as I complain. “You could have just said something, you know.” He winks at me, seeming thoroughly
amused. “I’ve enjoyed teasing you.” I watch him as he quickly releases me
from my jeans. Watch his face for a change in his expression when my cut, thick cock
springs toward him. A sharp intake of breath and his eyes meeting mine is all I need to
know. I can see that he knows. He knows that I’m going to make him scream. Reaching out, I roll his left nipple
hard between my fingers. Pain etches across his face but his tongue runs between his lips
in anticipation. I pull him close, just to feel his naked skin against mine. He has only a
small dusting of black curls in the middle of his chest. His legs though are covered in a
thick mass of hair that makes my mouth water. “What do you want, Justin?” He drops to his knees without saying a
word and begins nuzzling his face into my crotch. I know I smell of sweat, but it seems to
only excite him more. My fingers slide through his wet hair before curling into a fist to
hold him close to me. I want to feel his excited breath against my cock and balls for a
moment before I want anything more. I shift my hips and whisper.
“Clean me good.” His tongue goes to work at dizzying
speed and my knees are beginning to buckle as his tongue laves its way around my ball sac.
His tongue snakes up the underside of my cock and when he gets to the tip, he takes me
into his mouth. He struggles and tries to take all of me, but he can't. I feel him try to
relax his throat muscles and he manages to take more in. His mouth is so fucking hot
around me, his lips so tight. I watch the way his lips slide up and down my dick shaft. He
really is beautiful to me at this very moment. I want to see how accepting he is and I
begin to slowly thrust my hips. He takes it in good stride and I am suddenly latched into
his hair with my fists and literally fucking his mouth. He gags, but he doesn't complain
and doesn’t pull away. He only moans as if he's enjoying every thrust. My balls are tingling and I'm afraid
he's going to make me shoot before I'm ready. I definitely want a piece of his ass before
that happens. I pull my cock from his mouth. "Move on, Justin." Justin looks up and smiles. "You
have such a beautiful cock, Alex." He keeps eye contact with me for a few
moments longer as he begins to lick my balls again. He takes one in his mouth, rolling it
around and getting it nice and wet before moving to the other. He moans as he licks
further down and tries to reach my puckered hole. I turn and brace myself against the
wall, pushing my ass into his face. “Get that too and I’ll make it worth your
while.” Not more than a few seconds later, his
tongue is buried so far up my ass, I swear he’s trying to eat me from the inside out.
“Fuck yeah, clean my fucking ass!" I moan into the wall. “That’s it
buddy, you’re…oh fuck!" He's flicking his tongue quickly in and out of my
hole and then begins licking up and down my crevice. I can't say enough about this man and
the amount of skill his mouth beholds. There’s no way I want to shoot like this. “Stop!" I instantly feel his absence as he
backs away. I turn and pull him up, pushing him toward the counter. I push him back and he
lays flat, pulling his feet to rest on the edge. I stare at his beautiful prick that's
nestled in a thick patch of dark hair, just as lean and lithe as he is. I lean forward and
kiss him gently. My tongue teases his in a slow, sensual dance that becomes increasingly
faster. Before long, I’m tonguing his mouth as if I’m fucking it. He’s
moaning beneath me and that just drives me on. I move down and catch his right nipple
in my mouth as I roll the left one in my fingers. He arches toward me and I feel his cock
drooling all over my hairy chest. I tease and bite all the way down his abs. As I come to
the perfect “V” of his hips, I let my tongue follow the trail. He nearly jumps
off of the counter at that and it just makes me want to do it again. “You like that,
huh?” He tries to nod his head but I follow
the trail again and he hisses. "Damn it, Alex! You're
driving me crazy." I can’t help but grin at him.
“Then you’re going to love this." I lap up the precome that’s
practically flowing in a river from his slit. His salty-sweet essence is enough to make my
cock twitch and my head spin. I take him in, in one swift motion, burying my nose into his
dark furry pubes. I pull completely off and tease all around his glans with my tongue.
He’s playing with his own tits by now and I groan as I watch him. I leave his cock
and travel to his balls. I nip them a time or two but what I really want is further on
down. My tongue laves down his balls and as I
get to that soft skin between his balls and ass, I push his legs back even farther,
opening him wide. I lick and tease along his crevice and then come back to his hole.
He’s practically shaking at the first touch of my tongue. “You just remember
what I’m getting you ready for.” He grabs his legs behind the knees and
sits up a little, trying to watch me. The texture of his hair against my tongue is as
intoxicating as his taste and smell. He’s just been in the shower, but I can't smell
that scent of soap. The only thing I smell is Justin. I know that he hasn’t gotten to
wash up yet; I somehow feel that he’s been waiting just for me, waiting for me to
come and claim my lost tape. I look up at him suddenly. “Did you leave my tape
measure in here?” He nods quickly. “I’ve wanted
you all day. I thought if I could get you to leave something important in here, I could
get through the rest.” I cover my finger in spit and tease his
hole as I move up, taking his dripping cock into my mouth again. I suck and stroke him,
letting my tongue swirl along the underside repeatedly. He is soon arching his hips and
thrusting as I go down. I have two fingers buried in his ass and when I feel his ass
clenching around me, I know he's about to come. I bob my head, twisting my mouth around
him. He soon thrusts hard and spurts his load into my mouth. I take it, but don’t
swallow. I move up, without removing my fingers from his ass, and kiss him. I let his come
trail between us, his tongue trying to lap up his spunk from mine. I continue to finger fuck his ass, as
he reaches for my nipples with both hands, rolling them hard between his fingers again.
“I’m already going to fuck you raw. You're just going to make it worse.” “I just want you to fuck me,
Alex," he says quickly. "Look in the drawer." I open a drawer right off to the left
of us and there is a plethora of lubes, condoms, and as I look more closely, dildos and
butt plugs. I realize very quickly that one time with Mr. Ramsey is never going to be
enough. I sort through however and find a condom and a bottle of lube before closing the
drawer. I empty a good shot of lube on my fingers before shoving them lovingly back up his
ass. He hisses in what I almost mistake for pain. His eyes tell me differently. I pull my fingers out just long enough
to suit up and grease up. I grab onto his shoulder with my left hand and his head nuzzles
against my forearm in an almost cat-like gesture. “If you really want me to stop,
you're going to have to say stop. No and don't aren't going to cut it." “Just fuck me, Alex. I’m not
your boyfriend; I’m just a fuck. So fuck my ass or move on.” I rest my cock at his entrance and I
push forward gently. The resistance is there, but I slowly keep pushing. I may want to
fuck the guy, but I want him to function normally when I’m done. I feel him open up
to me and as I look into his eyes, he nods. One hard, swift push and I sink into him. “Oh shit! You’ve got such a tight little ass.” His muscles clench and ripple around me
and I'm left breathless. I turn my head toward his leg on my right shoulder and lick and
nuzzle along his calf, trying to keep from coming. When the feeling passes, I move my
hands down to his hips and hold tightly to him as I begin sliding in and out of that
perfect ass. He’s pushing against the mirror as I fuck him, and with each stroke, I
can see the mirror slide. Not wanting to cause it to come crashing down, I stop. I pull
him up and bite his bottom lip gently as I pull out of him. He instantly huffs, but I give
him no time to complain much as I bend him over the counter. My dick has just come from his ass and
I know full well that he’s able to take it. I enter him again before he even knows
what I’m doing and I pull his hips down hard, pressing his beautiful ass further down
on my cock. He hisses and then clenches his muscles tight, rising up, letting himself rest
fully against me. "Oh Alex, you feel so fucking good." “That’s it Justin,
you’re reading my mind." I can’t help but wrap my arms around his chest and
play with his tits as I watch myself fuck him in the mirror. He soon leans forward,
holding tightly to the counter. I begin to pound into his ass and he begins meet me,
stroke for stroke. He’s watching me in the mirror and our gazes lock. Something inside of me clicks and I
realize that this might be my only chance with this gorgeous stud. I let my eyes wander to
a lean and defined back and shoulders. My hands soon follow and I feel small hairs against
my palm as I rub and caress him. My hands move to his sides and I can't help but knead the
muscles of his torso as I pull him harder against me. In and out as I fuck his tight
little hole, and up and down as I caress every single part of his upper body, I think to
myself that whoever finally settles down with this guy is going to be the luckiest man
alive. "Alex," he whispers. I look back up at him in the mirror and
he's got tears streaming down his cheeks. I narrow my eyes at him. "What's wrong,
Justin?" I ask as I thrust hard and deep and hold my position over him. I let my
upper body fall over his and rest my chin on his shoulder. I move my hips in a circular
motion and animal-like sounds begin to come from his mouth. "Please, Alex." He looks up
into the mirror, meets my eyes again, "Don't fucking stop." I smile and lick his body that's now
covered in sweat. It reminds me of the salty-sweet tang of his precome and I moan as I
withdraw and sink into him again. His ass feels so incredible, so hot and so fucking
tight, but I am not even close to dropping my load. It's like my cock knows that this is
the only chance it has with this perfect ass. But then it dawns on me, it's not just his
ass or his cock—it's him. It's him as a whole person that I'm fucking. I haven't
connected to anyone else like this in ages and it makes me shudder. I pull him up against me. "We're
going to walk, Justin. Work with me and keep my cock buried in your ass as we walk to the
bed." He nods and lays his head back against
my shoulder as we walk, ass griping me so hard that a vice-grip couldn't have done a
better job. He chuckles. "You're getting all sentimental on me aren't you?" "No," I lie. "But I'm no
where close to coming and I'm tired of standing." We finally make it to the bed and I put
a pillow beneath him, letting him lie on his stomach. He lies down carefully and then
shoves his ass forcefully against me. I groan and spread his legs even wider. My body is
thankful for the comfort of the bed, but this isn't what I want, I want to see his face. I
want to watch as he shoots his load and achieves that higher plane of ecstasy. I move out of him slowly and he
instinctively turns onto his back. He lifts his legs and bares his ass for me and I sink
into him in one long movement. I let my hips rotate again and watch as his eyes roll back
in his head. I knead the muscles of his chest and abs as I fuck him. He reaches up and
begins rolling my nipples hard between his fingers. As if there were a highway directly
linking my tits to my cock, my cock swells even more. "Oh fuck, roll them hard. Damn,
Justin." Justin smiles and arches his back,
shoving his chest closer to me. I bend my head and suck his left tit into my mouth,
flicking my tongue quickly around the hard point. His ass clenches around me and I repeat
the gesture to his right tit. I then lean forward and tease his lips with my tongue. His
tongue meets mine and we kiss. His kiss seems to be what drives me over the edge. I feel
my balls tightening and they're no longer slapping against his ass cheeks. I move my kisses down his neck to his
shoulder as begin to pound furiously into him. He gasps as I repeatedly hit his button,
making him howl beneath me. Knowing what I'm doing to him and feeling his ass clenching
around my cock as it's driving into him just makes me pump even harder. Before long I'm
pounding hard into his ass, staring into his eyes as he screams my name over and over
again. "Alex!" He screams. "Oh yeah, you like my cock
pounding your ass don't you," I say, teeth clenched. "Come on, Justin, come for
me." I know that I'm practically killing him by pounding repeatedly into his button,
but I know that his tears are tears of joy. "Harder!" He cries out.
"Just…" He doesn't have the chance to finish
when I grab his shoulder and slam my hips against his ass cheeks. His chute ripples and
grips me as he grabs his own cock and begins to stroke furiously. "Oh fuck yeah! I'm gonna come, Alex!" A few moments later, his first shot of
hot spunk hits me beneath my chin and the rest shoots in long ropes across his chest, the
final one hitting his cheek. Seeing and smelling his jizz is enough. I know I'm going to
come and soon. I pull out and whip off the condom, as soon as I fist my cock a time or
two; I'm shooting my load over Justin's chest, his face and some even lands in his hair. His legs fall down beside me and I
crawl over him, lapping up my own cum and his together and kissing him. He moans into my
mouth as he wraps his arms around my shoulders. I hold him close and nuzzle my face into
his neck. I'm at that perfect place right after
sex when Justin chuckles. "I hope that you don't treat all of your clients this
way." I nip the skin of his neck with my
teeth. "Only the ones who flaunt their asses at me and tease me relentlessly." I
lick along his neck, soothing his skin and trying to ease his nerves. "It's really
bad when my boyfriend withholds sex from me because he's writing a damned book and wants
to have that edge." Justin begins to laugh and I rise up to
look at him. "Finish the scene, babe?" He nods. "To the very last detail.
Seems like you got into it too." "I did, but there's always that
spark between us when we're fucking. It's hard to pretend it's not there. I lay my head on
his shoulder and then look at him again. "You had better not ever write about a
plumber, cause I'm not sharing your creativity." "Nah, I'm not into crack like
that." He kisses me softly. "The only crack I'm into is yours. But you know
what? You've still got a job to do." "Yeah, yeah." I grumble.
"Just another day on the job." I almost regret the day I offered to
help him with his scene and build him a wall of bookshelves at the same time…almost. END *This story
originally appeared in Ultimate Gay Erotica 200, edited by Jesse Grant. The entire
anthology is available at Amazon.com* |