Mark was everything I could have asked for in a lover, a partner, a friend. He never complained that my job was too demanding; that was a nice switch. He seemed to find ways to amuse himself without getting into trouble, as there was the T.V., the mini-gym, and on some days I left the car and went to work with a friend. One day, about a week or two after he had come to live with me in Dover, he showed up at the office again to make see if he could take me out to a nice dinner that night. He was working at a clothing store downtown and since he was now making his own money, he apparently saw it right to do something sweet for me. "After all, I owe you for that great 'meal' my first night, Charles." The glowing in his eyes almost made me hard on the spot, and I couldn't help but think that I was in for another great lovemaking session that night. "Hi, Charles." I turned around, wondering who the hell had snuck into my office through the back door. Before I could remind whoever it was that most patients used the front door (and knocked before coming in!) I saw one of my co-workers enter the room. Before I go on I have to say that I have always hated this guy. Bill is a great psychologist, I'll give him that, but he's one major asshole when he's not with a client. He's fairly tall with an incredible build; he's all muscle. Normally I like guys that are built like construction workers but dress like overpaid lawyers, but where Bill had a great build he had the least charm I'd ever seen in anyone. A dead fish has better manners. And--go figure--the guy's a homophobe. I was sure that rumors had gone around the office about my sexuality; some people just have that sixth sense about other people, especially my fellow psychologists. Anyway, Bill had never been able to really bully me around about it though; now was his perfect chance. He stopped, rubbed his hand across the stubble on his chin, and made a weird face. If I hadn't known he was such a brilliant guy I would have wondered what such a dumb shit was doing in these offices. I'm sure Mark did. "Charles, who's your friend?" Mark held out his hand. "Mark." The jackass stared at his outstretched hand for a minute, and then smiled big and shook it. "Nice to meet you, Mark; I'm Bill." Thank God he's not confronting him about why he's here, I thought. Mark's eyes met mine and I raised my eyebrows suggestively. "Six-thirty, then?" "Sure." Bill and I both watched as Mark disappeared out the door in his sexy form-fitting sweater and khakis, waiting till the door shut to face each other. Bill's face was lit up in a malicious grin. "Plans, kid?" I hated being patronized; he knew damn well I had plans, and I was only about ten years behind him, not a teenager. "Yeah." "Sorry; I took the night off a couple weeks ago, and my new client has a lot of paperwork that someone needs to do." His grin broadened. "Didn't mean to break up your night, but I thought you'd be free to do it." I wanted to throw him out the window. "Cute kid." I feigned ignorance, but I'm not really great at lying. "Oh, I hadn't noticed." "You don't leave the lights on?" I glared at him, and he laughed, setting down his coffee and standing over me like a prick. "Does your son know you're a fag?" "You wouldn't dare." "Why not? Maybe he needs a real man for a dad." What could I do? If you've been in a situation like that before, you know there's not much you can do but sit there and take it, or kick his ass and lose your job. I waited until he was done and then started the paperwork, finally calling home and leaving a message for Mark that I had paperwork to do for a client and the dinner (and dessert) was probably off. The asshole (wait, he's not worthy of being called that) left me enough paperwork to keep me there till midnight. By nine o' clock I was downing aspirin and half-asleep from the monotonous work. I didn't even hear my door open, but when I heard the footsteps I looked up. "I...I was wondering..." Mark said, as he came closer to the desk, "if you needed some help." The implication was crystal clear, and I stared up at him, my headache suddenly gone. He came closer, that seductive smile working wonders on my stress. I couldn't move, I was so intoxicated by his sensual movements. His fingers found the buttons of my white shirt and began pulling them open, revealing my brown chest underneath. His hands skimmed my pecs and shoulders as he continued to unbutton the shirt, and I let go, slumping into my chair, letting his touch arouse me. When he got to my belt, he must have noticed my lust indicator was up a couple of notches. A big grin came across his face and I thought I would die. My pants came off and I saw my reflection in the huge window as I sat there, half-naked and letting a boy ten years my junior stimulate me manually. By now his hands were in my boxers, stroking my cock and making it swell to the usual proportions. "Should we try this on the floor?" Mark asked, moving up to my lap and drawing his shoulders lightly across my shoulders. I circled his waist with my arms and pressed his face to mine. We met in a kiss of relief, our tongues colliding with what I knew was urgency on both parts. And then, as I was savoring the taste of his mouth, an idea came to me. I pulled away. "Okay, we won't do it on the floor," said Mark, a little put-off by my reluctance to continue. "No, we really do have to continue this--next door, in Bill's office." The idea was met with unbridled approval, and I all but threw Mark onto the desk, throwing off his clothes as I did so. His muscled body shimmered in the moonlight, the abs rippling, his pecs firm and unmoving. I slid off my boxers and climbed up onto the desk, knocking off a few miscellaneous papers. "This is kinky...a little uncomfortable, but I'll get used to it," said Mark, his hot body pressed against the desk. I grinned and sank down against him, kissing him hotly again and moving my hands down to his own cock. It was growing and I could feel the life pulsating through it, as he grew excited. My own felt like it was about to explode from suspense. I worked my tongue from his lower lip down his impressive body to the rigid cock that was towering above his trim waist. It fit perfectly in my mouth, and I worked my tongue around it as erotically as I could, sensing the growing of the head and the quickening of his breathing. Realizing that Mark's member was too big for me to suck off completely (way too big!) I put my mouth against the shaft and licked it up and down, wetting as much of the cock as I could. Our eyes met, and that unspoken voice sounded from my lips. He sat up, and with gentle but obvious gestures he turned me over. I braced myself against the desk, and then Mark's hot and wet organ slid into my waiting asshole and began to enter my body. I felt completely satisfied, pushed to the utter limits of my orgasm as his huge rod slammed against my trim ass, stimulating me more than I can say. Our reflection in the dark window was also really hot to watch; from the side profile, I could see everything. The look of domination and adulation on Mark's face was driving me wild, and I felt myself climax. When I looked down at the result of my fornication, I could see that I had successfully climaxed all over Bill's desk. Mark caught on. He pulled out as he was reaching his limit and I held the cock I loved so much as he emptied his erection onto the rest of the desk. The homophobe's desk was completely covered with juice. "He's gonna flip," said Mark as we sat there, in the dark, putting our clothes back on and fondling each other's bodies. "I'll come in and clean it up tomorrow before the maintenance crew gets here," I replied. "It'll dry; when I set the papers on there it won't be a problem tomorrow. I'll just make sure the janitors don't wash it away. We want to make Bill squirm when we really do tell him, right?" Mark smiled and kissed me, and I felt so happy, so relieved all of a sudden. Yeah, work was a major bitch, and Bill was the biggest jerk I could think of, but somehow this kid had changed everything. I knew there was no way I could ever let him go. "Ready to go home, Mark?" I stood up and pulled him to his feet. He looked up at me and put his arms around me, pressing our bodies together and putting his head into my neck. "I'd like that, Charles." Feedback? Write to Charles at: sexstud94@hotmail.com
