Date: Sat, 08 Apr 2006 13:02:34 +0100
From: Mitchel Mulder <mitchmulder@lycos.com>
Subject: with a little help-4

We kissed each other goodbye, me fully dressed again and Paul still naked.
"Go on" Paul said and slapped me on my ass.
We looked down, his cock was already semi erect again, and my own
cock pushed against my cloths.
I opened my mouth, wanted to say that I would like to stay, that I
wanted to make love with him all night.
He placed a finger on my lips.
"Better go home now" he said.
I knew he was right, one final kiss and I left.

'O, man', I thought 'what a night', maybe I was the luckiest man on
earth, but my mood changed as reached my street. I parked the car
and sat for a moment or two, looking at the house. No lights, so
they wouldn't be home yet. 'Good' I thought.
I went upstairs, got undressed and took a shower. The warm water
cascaded over my body, washing away the smell of sex and Paul. My
hands went over my body rubbing the soap into my skin, a finger
slide into my ass. Damn, I thought, look at you, 43 years old and
finally found out what you liked. I still couldn't believe how much I
had enjoyed having sex with Paul, what had started as a mutual
jack-off had developed into much more. It also scared me.

I was already in bed when I heard my wife and daughter returning.
After a while my wife stepped into our bedroom. I pretended that I
was sleeping, I did not feel like talking to her, or even saying
hello to her. I had a hard time falling asleep. My mind was in a
turmoil, I had the feeling that I was at a cross-road, whatever I
would do in the next few days would change my life one way or the
other.
Finally I fell sleep, having a vivid dream of Paul fucking me on my
desk in the office, while every one was there, doing their business
as if we weren't there. He fucked me deep and fast, squeezing my
nipples hard. I could blow my load any second.
Just when I dreamed that I would shoot, my body was shaken violently.
"Wake up Dan!"
"O, fuck"
"Dan!"
I felt a hand tapping me on my face.
"What's wrong?" I asked, opening my eyes.
"You had a nightmare, your breathing was so strange, and you called
out the F-word".
"F-word?", couldn't she even say 'fuck' in the privacy of our own bedroom?
"Drink some water and go back to sleep" my wife suggested.
"I'll be fine" I answered, my cock was rock-hard, I did not want her
to see me like that.
She turned and soon I heard her softly snoring again.
My hand went under the covers, into my boxers, carefully I started
to wank. I relived my dream again, almost feeling Paul's cock
fucking me, one hand pinched my nipples while my other was beating
my cock faster. My wife was still snoring, I closed my eyes as I
felt I was almost there. My body clenched, my mouth opened, a
silent moan escaped.
"Ohhhh...." I was shooting my cum in my boxers, wetting them
through and through, cum dripped over my hand and balls.
I looked back but my wife was still asleep, I licked off my
fingers, my boxers were already sticking to my body. Finally I
drifted off to sleep with the taste of my cum in my mouth.

Next morning at breakfast I watched my wife making breakfast, apart
from the usual "good morning" we did not speak much. I tried to
figure out how she would react if I would say I wanted a divorce.
She could keep the house and with her own job she would do just
fine, she did not spend much money on her self anyway. Just then my
daughter walked in, gave her mother a kiss and me a kiss and a hug.
I realised that the decision was not that easy to make. I needed
time, time to think everything through.

When I got into the office, things were already pretty hectic.
"Dan!" my manager shouted from his office door the minute I walked
in, "need to talk to you too".
Not knowing what to expect I walked into his office, finding Paul also there.
"Sit down".
I sat down opposite my manager, next to Paul, I looked at Paul,
trying to read his mind.
"Look", my manager started, "you know our London office has some
difficulties, it is only getting worse, we need to help them
out."
I was relieved, for a minute I thought he had found out what was
going on between Paul and me.
"I would have liked to send you both to London for two or three
days" he continued, "but then we would have a problem over here, so
I decided to send Paul to London".
"Dan, we had that last conference call the other day, I need you to
update Paul on the situation over there, Paul, you will leave this
afternoon".
"No problem" I said.
"Fine then, sorry I have to go to a meeting, you two can stay here
and go over the issues".
With that he left, leaving us alone in his office. If his office
had not been a glass cubicle I would have taken Paul in my arms. I
knew the moment I stepped in this morning and saw him that I did love him.

On the other hand it was maybe for the better that he would be away
for a few days, so I had time to think about things.
We talked about the London office till Paul said that he would miss
me the coming days.
"I will miss you too" I answered.
"I meant every word last night, I do love you" he said.
"I know I love you too" my cock reacted at once, pushing hard
against the confines of my pants.
For the briefest moment our knees touched.
"I better go and get some work done, guess you have things to do
too, before you leave" I said.
"Yeah, not the right place for a nice good-bye fuck here" Paul laughed.

The following days were like hell, I really missed him, we did
talked to each-other on the phone, but that was always in the presence of my
manager. Paul also send us some e-mails with reports of the
London business. On Thursday, just when I was about to go home
another e-mail from Paul came in. I opened it, almost sure that
it would be another report. Only this time the mail was only
addressed to me. I opened it, the text was simple: "MISS YOU". For
minutes I started at those words, two simple words, but thet made me
warm inside, how I long to hold him again. Only then I noticed two
attachments, I doubled clicked the first one. My cock jumped at
attention, Paul had made a close up picture of his cock and balls.
I quickly looked around, but no one could see my screen. "O man,
come back quickly" I said quietly, "I need those in my mouth". The
second one was of his perfect round ass.
Although I had planned to go straight home I changed my mind, I was
too horny to face my wife now. I quickly logged off and got out of
the building, heading for my favorite place to jack off: the
cinema.

I walked with my hand in my pocket, playing with my dick as I
wnet along. I paid my ticket and got in.
I found a seat on the back row. I sat down and opened my fly at
once and got my hard dripping cock out. I knew that I didn't need
much time. What the hell I thought, I got up and pulled my pants
all the way down, this way I could squeeze my balls at the same
time. I started to wank, a guy in the row in front of me turned his
head and watched my hand going up and down. That turned me even
more on. I slowed down a bit, the guy in front of me said
something, but I could not hear it as the girl in the film started
to scream and moan. The guy moved his arm over the back of his seat and
touched my knees, his hand moved as far as he could. I gasped as I
felt his hand on my flesh. I slided a bit down in my chair so his
hand could touch my inner thigh. I moved my head closer to him to
my own surprise and I told him to come over.
He did, he climbed over the seats, his cock was standing out of his
fly, like me he was dressed in a business suit. He squatted between
my legs. I gave a load moan as I felt his lips touching the head of
my cock, with his tongue he licked away the pre-cum. He took my
balls in his hand, opened his mouth and lowered his head. My cock
was surrounded with the warm moist of his mouth. His head moved up
and down as he stretched my balls.
"O man you gonna make me cum" I said.
He gave a grunt and kept on sucking.
My  moaning became louder, just when I thought there was no holding
back, he stopped, got up to his feet and opened his pants all the
way, he pulled them down together with his boxer. A nice fat cock
was in front of my eyes, I could smell his scent. He placed his
hand on the back of my head, but I knew what he wanted; what I
wanted!
His cock was not that long but thick, I really had to open my mouth
wide. He pushed his hips forward, his cock entered me completely.
With my nose deep in his bush the head of his cock was rubbing the
back of my throat. My tongue licked the hot veiny shaft and big
head, the guy started to fuck my mouth hard and fast.
"O yeah, suck me, I need it so badly" he moaned.
His ooze mixed with my saliva, the taste of it alone almost made me cum.
"O fuck!, gonna shoot right in your hungry mouth" he hissed.
He increased his speed even more, banging his balls to my chin, I
started to jerk my own cock, knowing he was almost there. he pushed his hips with all his weight, forcing me back in my seat.
"Ohhh!" his body tensed, his cock swelled, my mouth was being
filled with his salty sperm.
He did not stop moaning as he emptied his balls in my mouth, I
swallowed fast.
With one last wank on my cock I exploded too, shooting between his
legs against the back of seat in front of me.
Now we were both moaning and shooting.
"O man, that was great" he said and withdrew his cock.
"Loved it" I replied.
He pulled his pants up. "Take care, man", and left.
I was still sitting there with my pants down, getting my breath back.
"Psst" I heard from the right of me.
I looked, a man, got out of his seat, walked over with his cock pointing at me.
"You want to suck this too?".
His cock looked huge, he was holding it in his hand, shaking it before my eyes.
"No thanks" I said, I got up and pulled my pants on.
I was not looking for another cock to suck, I wanted Paul.