There you go...

I walked from the bathroom trying to hide the glaze over my eyes. He had the most stunning bodies, although his pale flesh often made me think he needed a tan. He really needed a tan. But the lips on that boy were enough to make me twitch at the mere sight.

It had been a few days since he came on to my whims in the back and I wanted something more. Finally, the chance happened. "Hey, my brother's car is broken and I cant get home, can you take me?" I thought he was asking me to drive him to his house, but it was his friend Greg.  Greg was paying him no attention though, and hadnt even realized that he was speaking to him. "Hurry, idiot." I thought to myself. "I can take you home." I spoke, wanting him to rebuke me. But he didnt and around ten-thirty, we got in my car and began to drive. Before we got two miles down the road, I had pulled the car over and jumped him.

I think he knew what I wanted, his cock hard already. I felt the scruff of his bears and swore I would come that instant. His hot mouth and tongue met mine. His hands gripped my body tight, while he moaned for me not to go so fast. I was in heat, and he was going to fuck me. I would have it no other way, so while I stopped kissing, he began to open his pants. My mouth drooled for him. I straddled his body and felt what I had ben wanting. We engaged in some more kissing, he moaned as I sucked his lip and neck. And that would only begin what happened. Because as we continued our quest for cock and cum, a light came onto us.

It was just what we needed at a time like this.

Oh, my God...

"What are yall doing back here?" my boss chimed.

DAMMIT!!

I was so close to bringing fantasy to real life. Lust and want left both of our eyes as we walked out of the back, joking out way out of the situation. But after we had passed my boss, he whispered in my ear that he wanted me to drive him home. Of course I obliged. Who would? His skin was all over my mind as again I daydreamed myself into a stupor that required a break to the bathroom.

The place we worked had a bathroom that you had to share with the customers. And it just so happened that you had to go outside to use it. Andrew had an order and took it out as I too left out, trying to hide my pulsing cock from view of anyone.

As he lifted the tray to the customer's window, I walked past and I could feel his eyes on me. I darted in the bathroom to relieve the hard on. To the right, I went and before I could pull my dick out, I heard the outer door open and a voice I knew all too well. "Open the door." it commanded. I walked over and without a thought as to who it was, swung the door open to see him standing there. Andrew. My fucking fantasy. He stepped towards me, curious at the thought of what I was doing, he asked, "Did you think I was going to let you dissolve something I want?".  I stammered out a reply that in essence asked him to fuck me right then and there.

But it just didn't happen. I couldn't fuck him in the bathroom. I have a bit of class, I thought.

Going for more...

He turned and looked at me. Puzzled at first, then a look of pure hunger. "Well, I guess I know who I'm going home with tonight." Andrew exclaimed. Ignoring everyone else's comments, which were ablaze, we just looked at each other.

Did I just grab another man's ass? And not in a playing manner?

The answer was clear. And he read me without a word. Playfully, I told him he could squeeze mine, "so we can be square", but as I turned, I felt him get closer and say, "You know you want more." My cock twitched. I did. I wanted to clock out and get turned out by his dick and mouth. I wanted him to use me like the boys on the dirty movies I watched the previews of online. He reached out, grabbed my ass, and his finger "slipped" and grazed my semi-hard cock. I laughed, he grinned. That was it.

I waited.

Thirty minutes after, he cornered me in the stockroom. Just like I wanted. "What was that?" He asked, like he didn't get it. I brushed him off, played hard to get. "I was just kidding, man. Joking." He met my eyes. My lip quivered. Legs shaking, and then, it happened.

Well That's Not Professional...

So after tormenting myself, in my dreams, and in real life, I was not about to let it go any further. Thoughts of passionate, pleasurable, and completely fucking disgusting sex acts played through my mind.

I got to work. My cock was already drained from pumping it twenty minutes prior to my sick mind. I thought what would happen after I gave that juicy ass a squeeze. After the place closed, we would be pushed up against the cups in the stockroom, kissing , one tongue fighting to find the other. I'm moaning as my clothes seem to have melted off. Eyes locked with lust, "We can stop." is the only thing I hear. But why would I?? I had never felt like this.

I went for it. Coming through the door before my lustful want, I had full view of the timeclock. In fact, I waited by it. As they badged in, my hand controlled itself and instead of cock, it went to that supple ass.

Stranger Times...

Grease and orange juice comes to mind everytime I think of it. It's not like I think about it daily. But now and again, the name comes back to me. The actual feeling of love and care that was shown can't easily be forgotten.

I guess being married has stirred some prior relationships and hookup moments back from the depths. So let me first explain. Its not going on now. Just a recant of the days I let others slip due to oh so many things.

I got the call on a night I thought that I'd go to a friends and party. I had the job at a fast food place. GREAT. Just what I didn't want to hear. Prom was coming up and now, though I had no money, with a job, I had to find a date or risk everyone laughing. She was a friend I still speak with regularly, and truthfully I wanted to go with her. Gorgeous and funny, great smile. A perfect fix for my problem. Then it happened.

For weeks, I thought my coworker was a cute person, but the drug use (marijuana only but still, ick) made me think twice before realizing the truth. I wanted to be there. Felt up and held. Maybe, if I make them jealous, they'll do something to force my hand. Carefully, I drop hints. Bend over as they walk by. What? I needed cups, sue me. Walk by them and oops! I rubbed your ass. Well, clearly, this didn't do the trick. Step it up, I thought. Be a little sexier. Tighter pants so you couldn't help but to look at my ass. Talk about who I crush on and look them in the eye. My body would be so flush with desire that on lunch breaks, I'd have to go in the back and jerk off.

But after weeks of tiptoeing, still nothing. Fuck it, be as forward as you can, I thought. It's not the weirdest thing you've done.