Date: Tue, 29 Sep 2009 22:29:59 -0400
From: whiteguelph@aol.com
Subject: Caught Between an Attorney and a Hard Place

     "Hey Johnny, are you busy with anything?" Greg asked as he
approached my desk.

     "No, not really, just finishing up something, why?" I responded,
looking up at the tall, jock-of-a-lawyer standing over me.  Truth was, I
was working on a huge case brief for the head partner, but I was always
willing to drop anything for Greg.  Anything.

     "I need your help with something.  Come in my office," Greg said,
smiling, as he pivoted and walked away.  Fuck, I love staring at that
ass, and he was giving me a perfect view as he walked towards his
office.  He was wearing suit slacks that hugged that ass perfectly.  It
wasn't a true bubble butt, but it was big and muscular.  He'd told me on
a few occasions that he plays basketball on the weekends, and I couldn't
help but wonder what he looked like in a pair of breezy, mesh shorts.

     "Do I need a legal pad?" I choked out, nervously excited about being
summoned to his office.

     "Nah," he called back from his office.  "But I'd take your watch off
if you have one."

     Greg is a senior associate at the law firm I work at, and just about
the youngest-looking 37-year-old I have ever met.  His fair Irish skin
and splattering of freckles lends him his boyish charm, but otherwise he
is all man.  Standing at 6'0", Greg is broad-shouldered and beefy.  He's
told me that he played basketball and baseball in high school and
college, and had stayed pretty active until his daughter was born three
years ago.  Even though he'd put on a few pounds, he was still in great
physical shape.  I remember one Casual Friday he came into the office in
a pair of jeans and short-sleeve polo.  The short sleeves showcased his
massive biceps, and his ass looked so good in those worn-out jeans.

     I'm Johnny.  I'm 25, and in my second year of law school.  I landed
this intern position a few months back after a killer interview.  My boss
is a pretty good looking Italian guy, but I've been boned up for Greg
ever since I started working here.  At 5'10", I've got a pretty good
frame- athletic, but not as meaty as Greg.  In high school I played
soccer in the fall and ran track in the spring, and I've been able to
keep my toned figure by running in local marathons.  Lately I've been
hitting the gym hard in order to relieve some of the stress from law
school.  I've definitely noticed some of the guys looking my way,
admiring my olive Italian complexion and checking out my tight bubble
ass.

     There were a couple of times at the office that I thought I saw Greg
checking me out too.  I knew he was married with a kid, but hey so was
McGreevey.  There was definitely some unexplained thing between us, I
could feel it.  He would often come over to my desk just to shoot the
breeze.  At first it was no big thing, but then I noticed he would press
up against my desk so that his cock and balls would be pushed forward.
Other times, if he was answering a question for the other intern who sat
across from me, he'd face away from me and put his hands in his pockets,
making his suit pants cling extra tight around his ass.  I couldn't tell
if he was teasing me, or if I was just imagining it.  A few times he
would call me into his office to ask me a question.  I'd walk in and he'd
be sitting in his chair.  When he'd spin around, I'd notice that his
pants were hiked up ever so slightly so that they'd cup his pack age.  I
could tell he had a huge set of balls.  Again, I could never tell if he
was teasing me or not, but I swear I could feel some sexual tension.

     Back at my desk, I saved the Word doc I was working on and put a
Post-It in the case book I was reading as a bookmark.  I quick clicked on
my AIM buddy list and sent an IM to my friend Kal, who I chatted with
endlessly about all my dirty thoughts of Greg.  "Yo - that hot attorney
just called me into his office!!!  BRB," I typed.  I minimized the window
and followed Greg into his office.

       "What's up?" I asked when I entered Greg's office.  His office was
an L-shape, and you couldn't see his desk if you stood outside his door.
But after I took a few steps into his office, I saw Greg furiously trying
to pull his desk away from the wall.  He stopped and leaned over his
desk, trying to peer into the space he created between the wall and the
desk.

     "I dropped some papers behind my desk, and I can't seem to reach
them," Greg said.  "My arms are too big, and the desk won't pull out any
further.  Do you think you try and grab them?" he asked.

     "Yea, sure, I can give it a shot," I said, unbuttoning my cuffs and
rolling up my sleeves.  I walked over to the desk, trying to inhale
Greg's scent as I walked by him.  He always had on some manly cologne,
and I always sneaked a whiff every chance I got.  I wasn't sure what he
was wearing that day, but it was very woodsy. Whatever it was, it made my
cock twitch a little.

     I got to the desk and leaned over, trying to see exactly what I was
reaching for.  I saw the files, and slid my arm between the desk and the
wall and tried to grab them.  Unfortunately, the space between the desk
and the wall wasn't big enough for my arm either.  I could feel the
papers on my finger tips, but couldn't grab hold of anything.  I wanted
desperately to get the files for Greg, and so I tried to push my arm down
even further.  Still, I couldn't grab the files.

     "I don't think I can reach them," I told Greg, still grazing the
files with my fingertips.  My torso was flat against the desk, and I
could feel my heart beat against the hard wood as I struggled to grab
hold of anything I could behind the desk.

     "You know what, don't worry about it," Greg said looming over me,
trying to see what progress I made.  "I'll figure something else out.
Thanks for trying."

     "Yeah, no problem," I said, making one last attempt to get the
files.  Finally I gave up, and tried to get my arm out of the space.  I
pulled up, but my arm caught between the desk and the wall.  I pulled
again, but I realized I was stuck.  "Shit," I muttered under my breath,
feeling a little embarrassed.

     "What?" Greg asked.  He was still behind me, leaning over and trying
to see what was going on.

     "Um, I think I'm stuck," I grunted, trying to pull my arm out of the
space.

     "Get out of here," Greg chuckled, moving closer behind me to get a
glimpse.

     "No, I'm not kidding," I told him.  I started blushing-this
certainly wasn't the way to impress him.

     "Well, here-" he said as he tried to pull the desk out from the
wall.  "Geez, this desk won't pull back anymore."

     "Shit," I muttered again.

     "Ok, well let me see if-"  With that, Greg got right behind me and
took hold of my arm.  He tried helping my pull it out, but it wouldn't
budge.  "You really got it wedged in there pretty good," he said.

     "Yea," I said.  "I can't even wiggle it out."

     "Hmm.  Ok, let's try again," Greg said, taking hold of my arm.  He
was struggling to keep a firm grip on my arm while trying to pull up.  He
rearranged his footing, and I could feel him pressed up behind me, trying
to gain some leverage.  We tried several times to get my arm out, but it
simply wouldn't move.  "Let me-" Greg grunted, as he tried to pull up my
arm and pull back the desk at the same time.  Neither was budging.  Greg
went back to grabbing my arm with both hands and leaned in a little
closer while he tried to pull me free.  I started to sweat from the
exertion and I could hear Greg panting behind me.  As we were stopped to
catch our breath, I had time to notice something up against the back of
my leg.  Instantly I wondered if he Greg could be getting excited from
all the fuss, but quickly put chalked it up to just another one of my
fantasies.

     "Ok, you ready?" Greg asked.  "Let's try this again."  He put all
his weight against the back of my body and took hold of my arm.  We went
at it again, trying to release my arm from the hole, but it simply
wouldn't move.  This time though, I could definitely feel something
pressing against the back of my thigh, and I realized it was bigger than
before.  Fuck, I thought.  Greg is totally getting a fucking hard-on from
this!  Did he think I didn't notice?  I didn't want to draw direct
attention to it, afraid I might scare him off.  Ever so subtly, I pushed
back against him as he thrust himself against me, trying to free my arm.
I could feel his cock growing even harder as it naturally centered itself
right smack in the middle of my ass.

     "Ugh," he grunted as he continued to try and pull my arm free.  He
kept pushing up against me, and I could feel the heat emanating off his
body.  I pushed back harder, enjoying the feeling of his cock rubbing
against my ass.  He was thrusting harder now, totally grinding his cock
against me.  He let go one of his hands around my arm and placed it on
the desk, leaning his entire body against mine.  His face was next to
mine and I could feel his warm breath on my ear.  "Fuck," he muttered as
he continued to grind up against me.

     "Mmmmph," I grunted softly, thoroughly enjoying the moment.  I
couldn't believe this was happening! I continued to push back, rubbing my
ass up and down his hard cock.  My own cock had grown fully hard and was
straining against my slacks.  After some more dry-fucking, Greg took one
hand and starting searched for my cock, keeping his other hand on the
desk for balance.  He found my cock and started jerking me through my
slacks, keeping in time with his own grinding against my ass.  The
excitement had me really close and I started breathing heavier.  Greg
started grinding even harder against me.

     "I'm gonna fucking cum," he whispered wetly in my ear.  He pushed
against me harder and faster.  I could feel him trembling against me as
he breathed heavily in my ear.  He continued to rub my cock through my
slacks, and I was getting close.  "I'm gonna cum too," I whispered back
to him.  He kept grinding into my harder and faster until I felt him
start to tremble.  "Fuuuuck," he seethed, cumming in his slacks.  He
pressed into me with each eruption of his hot cock.  The excitement of
him cumming and feeling his cock twitch sent me over the edge, and I came
right there with him.  It was the most intense orgasm I had ever had
without someone touching my cock directly.  The both of us were
absolutely spent, and I could feel him collapse on top of me.  We were
both breathing so heavily and trying to regain our composure that I
didn't realize my arm had come free.  The sweatiness from the affair must
have lubed up my arm enough to allow it to slip out from the space
between the desk and the wall.

     After a few minutes, Greg finally stood up.  He wiped his brow and
adjusted his tie.  I stood up too and checked to see if I had a big cum
stain in the front of my pants.  Luckily I was wearing dark slacks, and I
my briefs must have soaked up the majority of the cum.  I ran my hands
over my shirt, trying to iron out any wrinkles caused by the session we
just had.

     "Um.  Yea, so thanks for your help," Greg finally said, trying to
clear the air.

     "Anytime," I replied, trying to remain cool.  Without anything else
to say, I left his office and walked back to my desk.  As I left his
office, I looked around to see if anyone had caught on to what had just
happened.  Everyone was staring intently at their computer monitors, and
no one seemed to be the wiser.  I got back to my desk and sat down.  I
could feel the cum sloshing around in my briefs, and I kind of enjoyed
it.  I opened up the AIM window and saw Kal had responded to my IM.
"WTF," he wrote.

     "DUDE!!!, Ur never gonna fucking believe this!!" I typed.  Just then
I saw Greg emerge from his office.  He flashed me a smile and a wink as
he headed to the men's room.

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