Date: Sat, 6 Nov 1999 15:24:13 EST
From: Nathan Harvey
Subject: Lovers by Nathan Harvey

Lovers
By Nathan Harvey

The first hassle of my day was with that smart-ass security guard at the
front door.  He kept waving people in until it was my turn to pass his
desk.  He called me over to show my badge and identification.  He was a
real bozo as he examined my ID smirking and calling me one of the new boy
wonders they'd hired from college.  He was a real pain in the ass.  On the
other hand standing that close to him I couldn't help but notice his strong
physical appeal, That dude must really work out to get a body like that.
His silver badge projected out from his massive chest and his nametag
called even more attention to his physique.  If it weren't for that dam
sour expression he would be a good-looking fellow.

I had mastered most of the names and faces of my fellow workers.  The first
few weeks of a new job are always hard for me.  I don't have that wonderful
memory some people do for faces and names.  For me getting introduced to
the whole department at once was quite a strain on my memory. I started to
get a good feel like I might be breaking down some barriers when three
young fellows asked me to join their coffee clutch.  One morning while we
were sitting around sipping our brews they asked me if I'd had a run in
with the `Blue Terror' yet.  They went on to explain the company had to
have a security guard now because of some of the classified documents they
had begun to process for the Government.  The company had to bring this
joker in from some Chicago security firm to protect the office and its
files.  He wasn't a company employee so he could act anyway he wanted to
the employees without reprisal.  Everyone had run-ins with him at one time
or another and he seemed to think all young guys working here were wimps or
fagots and the women were whores. Well at least I felt better knowing the
guard hadn't singled me out to persecute.

It was after five and the department had emptied out and the floor was
getting dark.  It had been one hellish day and I had stayed later than
usual getting my accounts in order.  Switching off my desk lamp to leave, I
worked my through neat curved rows of boring metal desks and tables finally
reaching the elevators.  I wondered if after the excitement and newness of
this job wore off how long I would be able to stick out the dull life of an
accountant.  At least I was working with a young crowd.  There had to be
more to life than bookkeeping and porno flicks.  The gay life in this
little berg seemed impossible.  La Porte had just one slightly Gay bar in
the lobby of one of the hotels.  Everyone was too afraid to pick anyone up
for fear of someone seeing them walk out with a man.  The only thing in my
life l enjoyed around here was spending Sundays quietly fishing on Fish
Lake to the south of town. I began to think that the only way I was going
to get any sexual relief was to drive into Chicago on the weekends.

Standing there in a pool of light waiting for my elevator I became aware of
the growing darkness spreading around me.  I was beginning to get impatient
for that damn elevator.  I was brought back to reality when the bell and
red light suddenly activated and the silver elevator door slid open.  The
bright lights of the elevator blinded me for a moment.  Then I saw this
large figure standing there with a gun in his hand.  It scared the shit out
of me and I damn near fainted.  Staggering backward and loosing my balance
he seized me by the arm and steadied me.  Struggling against his iron grip
I saw it was the security guard.  With a scowl on his face he asked asked,
"What the Hell are you doing here at this time of night".  Grabbing my arm
and pulling me into the light giving me the once over he treated me like a
piece of garbage.  He had me scared shitless and all I could do was mumble
that I'd stayed late on my own time to finish up a delinquent account.  He
walked around me sizing me up like a piece of sale merchandise at a thrift
store.

Asking for my identification he began to pat me down for a weapon and
stolen property.  As he ran his hands roughly over my body I was getting
the strange notion that he was looking for a weapon of a different size and
shape than any gun.  The last place he checked out was my groin and he damn
near squeezed my nuts off.  I realized it then this bozo was feeling me up.
For a small town hick he was a horse of a different color. He belonged in a
Marine boot camp hassling recruits.  Straightening, he touched the bill of
his cap smartly and said I was free to go and that he would escort me to
the front door and let me out.  Stepping in front of me he led me into the
elevator and then through the dark corridors of the main floor with his
flashlight.  In the dim light I could make out those broad shoulders
dropping down to a tiny waist.  His firm little bubble butt pumped and
swayed with a delightful rhythm and he strode smartly down the long
corridor to the main entrance.  For all his iron and fire he was one sweet
looking stud.  Turning he warned me about staying after hours without
notifying security.  It was company policy to check out all personnel that
stayed past closing.

Reaching the door he turned and offered to buy me a drink at Harry's as an
apology for ruffing me up.  He said he would be off duty in thirty minutes
and would meet me at six.  Looking at that mean fucker my first reaction
was spending an evening with him was the last thing I wanted to do.  I had
nothing better to do and if it would make things easier for me to get along
with him why the fuck not.  Walking over to Harry's bar I figured I might
as well have a look around while I was waiting for my sadistic hunk.
Taking a seat at the bar I ordered a gin and tonic with a twist.  Surprised
by the size of the drink they served, the bartender said it was the
cocktail hour special.  Sitting there sipping at my drink I had a chance to
check the crowd out.  I noticed that it was a rather strange group with
lots of middle-aged men sitting one-on-one with young men, even some that
almost looked like boys. Then I realized Harry's was a gay bar.  I wondered
how I'd overlooked this place.  Everyone there seemed to be preoccupied
with checking each new patron out as they walked in the door.  When my
guard came in a hush fell over the place as soon as they recognized him.

Spotting me at the bar he smiled and joined me laughing and saying his
uniform always got that reaction whenever he came in here.  He just loved
to scare the hell out of these fagots.  Looking up at him I wondered if he
got much enjoyment out of being such a mean son of a bitch.  From the way
he pawed me I suspected he had bed more than a few men in his day.  We had
a few drinks and I began to get uneasy with some of his comments.  Pleading
a headache from the stress of my long day I left him in a hurry. Work
progressed in the usual way and I started to think I was going to like it
here. I would see my security guard from time to time and he always seemed
to have that mean look on his face.  If I encountered him when I was alone
he still always gave me a hard time.  When our eyes would meet he would
move his hand down to his crotch with a lewd smirk on his face.  It seemed
he would go out of his way often to find me and repeat this kind of
encounter.  He wasn't the kind of person one could forget easily.  I would
picture that handsome brooding face with those pouting lips and of course
that great basket of his. I was afraid of him, but he was becoming my
fantasy officer lover.  I had been thinking about him all day one Friday
and decided to stop at Harry's bar to see if that was his regular haunt.

Entering the dark bar I headed for a small booth toward the rear of the
room where I could watch everyone coming in.  Nodding to the bartender as I
passed, he acted as if he remembered me and asked if I wanted the usual.
The bartender, who was really cute, brought my drink to the table, and
asked if my lover that cute hunk in the uniform was joining me.  Stammering
I said I wasn't sure.  I wondered what in hell that guard had told them
after I left.  As I sipped my drink I was soon looking up at the face of my
Guard who took it for granted I wanted him to sit.  Swinging a chair around
from a nearby table, he made himself comfortable and we fell into
conversation about things in general.  But kept steering the conversation
to sex.  No matter what I would start talking about we kept going back to
sex. Eventually he pushed the chair back to the other table and slid into
the booth next to me.  Sliding me over he kept crowding me. Massaging his
crotch as he pushed me over he said he was one of those studs that were
born to fuck.  He liked to screw anything, but he really liked fucking men
the best because he could beat the shit out of them if they resisted him.

Moving his leg hard against mine he was pulling no punches.  He told me he
liked the looks of my ass and reaching across my leg began to feel me up.
That's all it took, as soon as he felt my rod he knew I was hot for him.
This guy had a body designed for sex and if he ever warmed up I knew I
would love to play on his instrument.

Smiling that cruel crooked smile as he got up to leave he told me to follow
him if I wanted to get the fuck of my life.  Smitten by his manner and
horny as hell I stopped by the bar to pay my check.  The bartender smiled
saying, "You two boys have a great weekend." and gave me a knowing wink. It
was just a few short blocks to his room in one of those converted old
Victorian homes.  Using his key in the main door we entered a small dark
hall we climbed several flights of stairs.  Opening a large oak door to led
me into his room.  I was stunned by all of the chrome and glass furniture.
It was like stepping into an operating room.  The only color in the room
was the black leather on the sofa and a modern painting of a war scene.
This guy was really something else again. Hesitant and afraid of what I'd
gotten myself into I turned to leave.  He had been standing just behind me
and while he still had his cap, the shirt of his uniform was unbuttoned
exposing his chest and firm abs.  His pants had begun to slip to his knees
exposing his hard cock glistening with pre cum.  Quickly kicking off his
boots he stepped out of his pants and shrugged off his shirt.  "Take it all
off" were his only works as he moved toward me.

I was now afraid for my safety.  Shaking in fear I stripped my clothes off
on the spot dropping them all around me.  Commanding me to eat him I fell
to my knees in shame and humiliation.  He advanced toward me holding his
meat in his hand.  Putting it to my lips I let my mouth slip onto his meat
slowly.  He had different ideas.  He grabbed my head and forced me to
ingest his whole rod in one giant thrust.  Then he began to moan and flex
his butt pulling his cock back he began to fuck my mouth.  Becoming more
excited as he slid in and out of my mouth he got more violent and dropping
to his knees, forced me under him never letting up on his vicious rape.
The brutality of it all inflamed my mind and turned me on.  Opening my
throat even wider and raising up to get even more of his meat as he pumped
me he was quick to feel my acceptance of his domination.  Now he slowed his
movements to delay his organism he was content with his cock deep in its
warm tight shelter of my mouth.  Then beginning that slow grinding movement
moving his meat around in my throat his balls began banging my chin as his
pubic hair covered my face.  Sucking on his meat and breathing breathed in
his manly scent I managed to reach up an play with his balls.

Unable to hold off any longer he began to shoot volumes of sperm deep into
me.  Sucking hard I tried to milk every drop out of him. Pulling out of me
he said this weekend I was going to get all the meat I could handle.  Then
hanging his balls in my face I began to suck and lick at them and pull them
into my mouth to suck on them. Pleased with this attention he slid down my
chest and began to ruthlessly twist my nipples with his fingers.  As the
pain increased I begged him to stop, but that spurred him on to continue
pinching and twisting answering, "Only if you eat my ass."

Pleading with him I said I would do anything if he would only stop.  I
stuck out my tongue for him to see that I would do anything and finally
releasing my nipples he knelt over my face.  Lowering himself so I could
eat his ass he started squirming and pushing down on me until I realized he
wanted me to fuck him with my tongue.  I began in earnest to try to satisfy
him.  I was terrified of him, yet more excited, and hotter than I'd ever
been with anyone else.  The rougher he became the hotter I got, wanting his
body and gratefully accepting his cruelty to get it.  His meat was not big
but it was fat and hard.  With the speed and force at which he ravaged me I
felt my body yielding to his every wish, my mind accepting his every
command.  He used my body without any tenderness or warmth like I was just
a receptacle for his pleasure.  This realization began to make me feel
hatred for him more than passion.  My guard was a cruel sex machine with
only one thought-- self-satisfaction.  I licked and sucked and as he moved
back I sucked in his balls and began to massage them with my tongue.
Satisfied he rolled over on his back and began to spread his legs demanding
I rape him.

Stunned and sore from his vicious attack on my body I scrambled to lift his
legs to expose his tight little asshole.  Excited beyond my endurance by
the roughness of his attack on me, and driven with a desire to get even, I
sank my cock deep up his ass.  Without any preparation, no tenderness, I
jammed the full extent of my ten inch cock deep into him with just one
vicious thrust.  I then started slamming my rod into him, my hips pounding
on his ass with all the might I could muster because I wanted to cause him
as much pain as possible.  As I lunged forward in my vicious attract he
looked up at me with his eyes wide and filled with pain, tears streaming
down his face.  He had always been the aggressor and now he was the one
being raped.  It was then that I sank as deep as possible into him and
filled him with my lust and passion jerking and quivering as I emptied my
balls.  I remained hard deep in his body and as we lay there and kept
grinding his ass making him beg for mercy.  Then finally pulling out so
quickly that room was filled with the suction noise of my exit from his
ass.

Dropping his legs and sliding up his chest and putting my hot slick cock to
his lips pushed forcing his mouth open.  Once into his mouth I rammed my
cock deep into his throat.  mouth.  His eyes opened in terror as I plunged
in and out of him and he gasped and struggled to breathe.

I could read the fear in his eyes as my meat plunged past his palette deep
into his throat.  I rode his face like the cunt of a back street whore.  I
was going to get even with this son of a bitch if I had to screw him all
night.  Finally, after forcing him to take me down his throat, up his ass
and eat my ass my final degradation for him was to shove my cock into his
mouth and use him as my toilet.  I was exhausted, and with my last efforts
forced him to take my cum again.  Then I simply collapsed.  I lay there
with him in my arms weeping and kissing me.  I was at a loss for words.
Here was this big strapping brute--the one that had terrorized me at work
forcing me to service him and he took me like a slave obeying his master.
Now he was lying in my arms weeping like a baby.  Finally he was still, and
I got up to dress.  Kneeling there naked before me with his head bowed he
begged me to stay with him just a little while longer.  It was then I
realized that I'd rode this beast, l had broken him, and now he belonged to
me.

Too exhausted to argue and more intrigued with his latest development, we
lay together in his bed and slept.  I was startled awake by his calling my
name and bringing me a sumptuous tray for breakfast.  He'd been up early
cooking and baking and had prepared me a gourmet breakfast.  Placing it on
the bed he then sat and watched as I ate.  I was amazed that this amazon
and rough cut animal was cooking and serving me like a little fagot.
Clearing the breakfast try he returned and had me stretch out on the bed.
Then he began massaging my body with scented oils.  I was delighted as he
rubbed, licked and kissed my body and pampered me like royalty.  When he
had me well oiled he crawled into bed with me and as our bodies slid
together with the oils I experienced the most gentle loving sex I'd ever
had.

We began dating on the sly.  It would do neither of us any good to have the
world know the security guard was consorting with an employee, particularly
a gay employee. We would take long drives into the countryside, sometimes
even parking at a remote area by Fish Lake.  We would sit and neck like
lovers until final I would have him in the back seat screwing the hell out
of him.  Then it would be my turn to play and I would suck him until he
screamed for mercy.  On long weekends we began driving into Chicago and
registering at the Drake.  Then we would go to the bars on the near north
side and dance.  We were in love.  We found a new apartment and moved in
together having reached that point where we wanted to be a couple.  I could
never get enough of his sweet tenderness and love.  We developed a few
games and some times I would make him my slave, beating him and forcing him
to submit to me.  Other times he would put on his uniform and hand cuff me
and treat me like an abused prisoner.  However no matter what games we
played, we ended up holding each other tenderly making love.

It became apparent to the people at work that something was different about
our security guard.  He was always smiling and pleasant now.  He was the
talk of the office since what people had complained about for so long had
changed. It was too much for them in this small town and that was our
undoing.  Eventually we were spotted walking hand in hand and the rumors
flew. We were not willing to give each other up so it was only a matter of
time until we each turned in our resignations. He has been reassigned to an
office building in the loop and I knew I would have no trouble finding
another accounting job.  We began packing to make our new life in Chicago
together.