Date: Sun, 31 Jan 1999 14:06:48 PST From: Patrick Negus Subject: Late-for-work WARNING: THIS STORY DEPICTS ACTS OF UNSAFE SEX. IT'S JUST A STORY AND NOT REAL LIFE. IN THE REAL WORLD, IF YOU HAVE SEX WITHOUT A CONDOM, YOU MIGHT GET SICK AND DIE. Trey knew he blew it this time. Oversleeping usually isn't such a bad thing where he worked. There were no set hours and most of his co-workers stumbled in somewhere between 8 and 10 in the morning. The advantages of doing consulting work. The disadvantages were sometimes greater. It wasn't unusual to work 60-hour weeks or to have to fly out of town at the last minute or to do "back-to-back" trips. But today was different. He was supposed to be teaching a new course he'd spent months helping develop. It was his baby and he wasn't there. His co-instructor would be pissed and the students who travelled from all over the country to attend would need an explanation. Even though he knew he didn't have time, Trey had to steal some more to shower and try to make himself presentable. He scrubbed quickly, dressed even quicker, and was out the door to try and break his record for the 5-mile walk to work. He checked his watch as he left his apartment. 30 minutes late already. Taking long strides and trying to control his breathing, Trey dug a cigarette out of his coat pocket and shielded the flame from the wind as he lit up. It burned quickly. Kind of like him today. Halfway to his university office, he started to think about the reason that he had to rush. The pressure of getting ready for the new course had been building for weeks. He had zero social life for the past 3 months and he had only intended to go out and enjoy a beer after ensuring that the student notebooks were ready. The beer was good; Cold and smooth. A welcome and much needed indulgence which helped clear his mind. He remembered noticing his features before he really noticed him. Dark flowing hair, olive skin, flashing eyes, and teeth which were whiter than he'd ever thought teeth were supposed to be. He slowly nursed his second beer admiring the strong features and playing with his lighter trying not to be noticed. Eventually, he allowed his mind to wander into a blank resting state. Kind of like sleeping with his eyes open. He perfected the technique through his years in grad school and was still able to pull off a 3.8 gpa. This was different. He was exhausted not from late nights with "the boys", as was usually the cause when he was in school, but rather he'd been working his ass off lately and was truly tired. So entranced in his self-induced "state" that the quaint voice with the English accent had to repeat the question. "Excuse me, but would you happen to have a spare cigarette?" It was Adonis. The guy with the perfect teeth. Trey was struck by his beauty and stared blankly into his green eyes. He forced himself to say something, anything. "Uh, I didn't think Englishmen were allowed to have teeth that white." Damn! What a stupid thing to say. "Well, you're right, but my family is from Spain. My grandfather moved the family to the British Isles years ago. Look, I really do need a fag. I'm getting desperate here. Can you help me out?" The "if you only knew!" look was obvious to both men as Trey fished the cigarette box from his pocket and handed it to the well-sculptured creature standing before him. "They're menthol. Hope you don't mind, it's all I have." Trey said apologetically. "Perfect! Well, actually not, but as long as there's a chance I can get some nicotine, I'll smoke it." Then he added, "In England only women smoke menthol." Trey was half expecting him to append "and homos" or make some remark about queers. Instead he leaned closer and said, "My name is Enrico. Thanks for the fix." The two sat at the bar in silence until they had both deposited their butts in the ashtray between them. Finally Enrico broke the silence. "I love coming to university towns in the States. With all the students, it's like eye candy." "I know what you mean," Trey agreed. "That's why I work at the university, one of the benefits." In fact, before laying his eyes on Adonis/Enrico, Trey had been eying two twenty year olds. The baggy pants, baseball caps, long-sleeved shirts unbuttoned with comfortable looking t-shirts underneath. And the shoes, not boots, but rather strong looking walking shoes. The haircuts were "to die for." Who would have thought that short hair would ever be popular again. He grew up with Shawn Cassidy's "feathered" hair and tight jeans. He still couldn't get his hair to behave. Trey began to wonder when the layered-clothing look had come back and started to feel much older than his 32 years. His own wardrobe consisted of too-tight jeans and polo shirts for most work days, and suits when he taught or worked with clients. He was working hard to resist the "you've turned into your father" thought that seemed the inevitable conclusion to this line of thinking. Enrico pointed to what Trey guessed had to have been either a hooker or a transvestite judging by the resemblance to Dolly Parton and asked, "What do you think about her?" "Oh, well, I guess she's OK. I really hadn't noticed her." Enrico smiled and said half to himself "I didn't think you had." After a good minute of awkward silence, Enrico pointed to the two boys and said, "How about them?" Not wanting to commit before knowing more about this stranger, Trey laughed nervously and lied, "They're too young for my taste." Then it struck him as to why he was having so much trouble figuring Enrico out. It wasn't because he was tired; it was because he couldn't read the body language, or the vocal inflections. In fact, Trey convinced himself then and there that ALL Brits sounded and acted gay. How would one know? He decided there was only one way. "Enrico, my name is Trey. I was about to go back to my place and call it an evening. I have a big day tomorrow." Before Enrico had a chance to thank Trey for the smoke and bid adieu, Trey added, "How would you like to join me?" The teeth said it all, they sparkled and were surrounded by the most tempting lips formulating a smile he'd ever seen. "I'd love to, Trey." They walked in silence. Trey had offered another "fag" to Enrico and they both enjoyed the infusion of nicotine during the short walk back to the apartment. Trey got to the door and fumbled with his keys long enough for Enrico to lean over and plant an unsuspecting kiss on Trey's cheek. As soon as they were inside, the favor was returned, only directly on the lips which housed those perfect bicuspids. The chemistry was amazing and every nerve ending in Trey's body seemed to snap to attention. He tasted as good as he looked. Enrico pressed himself into Trey allowing the teacher to feel what he sought against his own throbbing cock. The two men wrestled against each other as only men can do probing, touching, and tasting. Trey pushed himself away and looked into Enrico's eyes as he caught his breath. They exchanged smiles and Trey led Enrico by the hand away from the door and down a short hallway and into his bedroom. Enrico was struck by the eloquent decor. All the furniture looked like expensive antiques and the bed was made of strong dark wood. Trey closed the door, took off his coat, and took advantage of Enrico's distraction by sneaking up behind him, wrapping his arms around the young man, and kissing his neck. The sensation nearly buckled Enrico's knees as Trey's tongue snaked its way from the nape of his neck to his ear. His heartbeat so strong that Enrico could feel it in short puffs as Trey's warm breath teased his skin. Trey reached around and unbuttoned the Englishman's shirt sliding his hand inside gently running across his erect nipples as he continued washing Enrico's neck with his tongue. The hands slowly made their way down and felt the hardness begging for release. Trey used both hands to undo the pants, then he removed Enrico's shirt, still working with his mouth from behind. Trey had to stop and admire the smooth, strong back as it presented itself to him like a virgin land submitting itself for conquer. Trey removed his own shirt and then his pants to help relieve the pressure his hard cock exerted on his jeans. As Enrico started to turn, Trey stopped him and begged "Please, not yet." Both men were now standing in their briefs and Trey pressed himself once again into Enrico resuming the lovemaking of his mouth and exploring Enrico's nearly nude physique. It wasn't long before Trey was inching down Enrico's back. The goosebumps all the way down were a clear indication that the foreigner enjoyed the attention. When he was on his knees facing paradise, Trey pried his fingers under Enrico's waistband and slowly pulled them down revealing a firm, hairless wonderland. Trey pressed his face into Enrico's ass and continued the tongue bath. Enrico arched his back and spread his legs signalling his approval. Trey pushed him forward onto the bed doggie-style allowing freer access to his pink hole. He wrapped his arms under the legs and pulled the cheeks apart as he pressed in as deep as he could get. Enrico's eyes rolled back and involuntary groans escaped his lips as Trey tongue fucked him. Trey stood and removed his briefs as Enrico turned to sit on the edge of the bed facing the teacher and admiring his 7-inch circumcised hardon. Enrico leaned forward and pulled Trey close enough to allow the proud cock to slide into his mouth. The rhythmic motion started immediately and was frantic. Trey felt harder than ever and was overcome by an animal need to mount this guy. He pushed Enrico back until he was lying flat while still keeping his cock in the warm mouth. He was on top of the Brit on the bed feeding him his engorged dick and picked up the motion again fucking his mouth. Enrico reached down and jacked himself with one hand and felt his fucker's chest with the other. Trey could feel he was ready to cum so he started to back off not wanting to choke his new lover. Enrico had another idea and grabbed Trey's ass pulling him further into his mouth. The sensation of the firm hands on his ass pulling him in pushed him over the top as he began to shoot into Enrico, who had to swallow and suck as if his life depended on it. Trey smiled down at Enrico who still nursed on his cock then dismounted the Brit and lay back onto his bed trying to catch his breath. Enrico was yet to be satisfied and his uncircumcised cock stood straight out bobbing in beat with his heart. The foreigner climbed on top of Trey kissing him like a well-known lover sharing the remnants of cum and the salty taste of sweat. "I want to make love to you" Enrico whispered. Trey obliged by lifting his legs allowing unfettered access to his ass. Enrico took his cock and pressed against the teacher's hole sliding slowly inside. Trey relaxed allowing his lover's cock to embed itself to the hilt. Enrico didn't move, instead he resumed kissing Trey as he continued to press into him. The feeling of ecstasy was so great, that Trey slipped into a state of semi-consciousness. He seemed to remember when Enrico started to pump, but he couldn't remember how long he was fucked -- it seemed like hours. They were drenched in sweat and still Enrico continued to pump perpetuating the half-drugged state Trey enjoyed as the room swirled and all his cares seemed so far away that he couldn't remember what they were. Trey opened his eyes when he thought he heard the door close. He was alone and reasoned that Enrico finished and left. He closed his eyes and smiled as he recalled the evening. Something didn't seem right causing Trey to open his eyes and try to figure out what was wrong with the picture. Everything seemed to be in place. He could see his pants and the lump of his wallet still there. He had a clear view of everything in the room and yet something was still wrong. What was it? Shit! Trey had a clear view of everything in the room! It was daylight! Just a block from work now, Trey slowed after he realized the re-living of events made him wish he'd not worn boxers today. He took another lap around the building that housed both his office and the classroom trying to walk off the stiffness in his pants. As his erection subsided, he entered the building and headed straight for the classroom. He was now almost an hour late and he quietly eased into the room from the door behind the students. His co-instructor gave him a stern look then a wink indicating to Trey that he wasn't happy, but at the same time, it was no big deal. Trey was relieved to note that they were still doing introductions. "OK, thanks Sally, and now last but not least, looks like, uh, can you move your nametag a little? There. Enrico. Welcome Enrico, tell us about yourself." "My name is Enrico and I'm from England..." Trey smiled. He finally figured out what his reward would be for working so hard at this course. He had at least four more nights with Enrico. Trey made a mental note to set his alarm clock as soon as he got home.