Date: Fri, 06 May 2005 04:48:19 -0400 From: Scott Scott Subject: Gavin and Me, Part Two This story is a work of fiction. All characters are imaginary. (Sorry for the typos in part one. This one will hopefully be perfect.) My air conditioned office had a window right above the desk where I was sitting and doing my routine paperwork. This window looked out into the main aisle of the warehouse. Gavin was there and, needless to say, I couldn't get much work done. I didn't know a shirtless 16-year-old boy could stretch in so many different positions! It was quite a show--lifting, bending over, reaching up, etc. He wasn't that far and I had an awesome view. I could see the beginnings of a hint of hair in each armpit, but nothing more. Gavin's body smooth and hairless and glossy from sweat. The boy finally pulled out a white terrycloth headband from a pocket in his shorts and put it on his head. When I realized how much busier tomorrow would be for me as a result of my not getting much work done today, I eventually I closed the blinds on the window over my desk. But that didn't last long because I knew he was still there. When I opened them again, Gavin smiled and waved and brushed sweat-laden hair from his face. I guess he decided then might be a good time for a break, so he came to my office. "Hey," Gavin said out of breath as he walked in. "Hi there," I responded. He didn't sit down. Instead, he reached up with both arms, took hold of an overhead pipe, and bowed his head saying, "Man, this air conditioning sure feels good!" I almost offered him a chair, but I liked the view so much I kept my mouth shut. Gavin was standing about three feet from me, legs spread apart, no socks--only those white slip-on deck shoes, awesome looking legs (Yeah, I did see a bicycle outside!), rolled up cut-offs from old low-cut hip-hugger jeans, a slender concave stomach with an innie belly button, and perfectly smooth and hairless puffed out teen boy chest, nice-looking nipples, almost no hair in either armpit, arms spread out and up, and sweat dripping from his ruffled and matted auburn hair all the way down to his calves. Gavin continued to stand there, head bowed, and when I realized the silence had gone on long enough, I said, "Yeah ... I like my air conditioned office, too." I stood up and walked around behind him. He didn't move a muscle. I was all over his gorgeous body with my eyes and he knew it. He just continued to stand there, holding on to the overhead pipe, head bowed. Damn, I was getting turned on! Finally, I asked, "How do you feel." "Tired," Gavin whispered. "You should pace yourself." "Yes, sir." Still standing behind him, I reached up and wrapped my palms around each of his biceps and began to slowly and gently knead his tight tense muscles. His skin was soft and slick to the touch. "That feels really good. Thank you." "You bet." It felt good to me, too! I was sure he could already feel my breathing on the back of his neck. I worked my massaging hands down, through his armpits, and down his smooth sweat-soaked sides, and up again, and down again, and ... so on and so on! "How does that feel?" I whispered as the hair on the back of his head tickled my nose. "Nice," Gavin whispered back. Whoa, this boy was hot! His natural body scent was invigorating! I wrapped my arms around his smooth slender torso, one hand toying with a nipple, the other exploring his innie belly button, pulled him close to me, and kissed his shoulder. Then I tasted his sweat with my tongue and began nibbling all across the back of Gavin's neck, back and forth between the boy's shoulders. Gavin's head came up and he let out a soft moan. Yeah, he liked the attention I was giving him. The boy was six feet tall, just like me, and my mouth had no trouble finding an ear to nibble on. Funny, just then I remembered we were going to discuss his duties over lunch. This was certainly the best lunch I'd had in a long time! His "duties" weren't bad either. To be continued.