Date: Fri, 6 Jan 2017 22:07:45 +0000 (UTC) From: doned88 Subject: UNIQUE Carl was aroused before he arrived. As expected the unlocked office was quiet, empty. He found the designated door and went inside. The shades were open in front of one side of the floor to ceiling glass. He knew that was where he was supposed to stand. He drank from the glass that was on the corner of the desk. It warmed him. Somewhere someone or more than one were watching him. Carl turned on the player that would flood it's contents into his ears through the earbugs. It drowned out any thoughts, concerns or truth instead taking his mind on a journey. He started moving without thinking about it. The images of his hips swaying, his legs moving, his torso reacting would be seen by others as they had been in dance clubs he escaped to. It had been a very hot night demanding he and others shed their shirts and shorts leaving only the white jockeys and peoples imagination to reflect his sexuality. The drinks were sent and the whispers in his ear invited him. The one hundred dollar bill was torn in half. He laughed but listened to the entire proposition. Carl rarely went home with strangers and he hadn't planned to that night. A week passed and he refrained from satisfying his youthful urges, instead dialed the number that accompanied the torn bill. The rest of it arrived by messenger the next day with his instructions which he followed to that building, that floor and the office where he now began to moved to the music that filled his mind. The drink the music and the desire to display himself turned the unique situation into an erotic experience. Carl having removed his suit jacket, unbuttoned his shirt leaving the tie against his bare torso. He rarely wore a suit and tie. But that's what the instructions dictated. He moved his hips with increased effort now. It was as if he were still on the dance floor the week before. Others had watched him, enjoyed him and perhaps remembered him during whatever sensual experience they had afterwards. He pulled his belt off and let it fly across the office. The desk was clear and he wiped it with his buttocks before opening his pants. The windows watched as he let the trouser he had only worn at friends weddings drop. His bare legs, his jockey shorts were bared for those what watched. He turned moving his cotton covered buttocks left and right, hoping someone would be whispering instructions he wouldn't hear. But he knew what they were and slowly moved his thumbs under the elastic waist band lowering it to the beat of the music. Carl had used the music they said so he knew they were listening as they watched from whatever vantage point they had. Probably thru binoculars from one or more of the glass buildings that surrounded the exterior of the one he had been sent to. The shorts moved over his round butt cheeks. He turned so they would see it still covered his clearly defined erection. He danced slow, trying to make the entertainment as enticing as the times he had attempted to attract one or more he sighted in the clubs. Carl stepped out of the shorts and let them fall to the floor, neglected, unneeded and unwanted. He was naked now, the way he wished he could dance in the middle of other naked men in the clubs. It was always a fantasy. He was told that there were cruises, foreign clubs even underground clubs where that and more fantasies came true. But for now there was only him, the music, the empty surroundings and the eyes that watched his private fantasy become real. He danced faster now, letting his mind sink into the aural cloud of the experience. He would be paid when finished. The note said he had options. He wondered more about them. The sun was setting, it's golden hue reflected off his naked sweaty body. He danced harder wanting to increase the perspiration, wanting to become the music, be one with the fantasy. He moved down and back up, he turned around spreading his buttocks so the eyes could see the puckered muscle beckoning them. The music ended....he continued to writhe and then moved to the floor. He heard the door. Carl moved to his knees ready. He had selected the option. The cock would taste good. The hands would move across his wet body and find the object of desire. He would let them guide his body to the desk gripping it as the cock he had lubricated with his saliva enter him and guide him. A hand would reach hoping he would share what was about to happen. It rarely was but that time it was hard as the one inside him. He grunted letting the pain his gut felt pressed against the edge of the desk disappear into the eroticism of the entire experience. Carl's body was in control of the object that moved in him. And the gut pain turned into a knot that exploded again and again. Carl felt it all and didn't know if the intruded cock had also drained its owner. He lay there for moments while hearing the clothing being adjusted, the belt buckled and the door close. Carl moved to the carpeted floor, recovering both body and mind. He laughed at himself. The white envelope was on the top of the desk for him. Carl lay back on the floor stretching and feeling the comfort of the deep pile carpet. He was erect again. Putting the earplugs back in, he activated the player to begin the music. His mind wandered as his own hands moved across his familiar body. He stroked and poked at the same time until his body strained and eventually drained whatever resevoirs had refilled. Carl ached. He had pushed his muscles beyond the usual dancing experience or perhaps the invader had caused some strain as well. He left the underwear on the floor, dressing in his dress trousers, white shirt and tie and finally the suit jacket. Carl stuffed the enveloped in his jacket pocket without counting its contents. It didn't really matter. The dance club and bar on his way home would welcome him to the usual crowd. And he would go home alone with the unique experience to stimulate him again later that night.