It's Friday. I'm sitting at my desk working on this paperwork for the project that is due to my boss by Monday morning. I've got to get this shit done. But I'm having no luck concentrating on the task at hand. The problem is the new guy, Gary, that had just started working in our office this past Monday morning. Fresh out of college, he is one gorgeous specimen of masculinity -- a six foot, dark-haired, muscular guy with the dreamiest blue eyes. I literally ran into him as we were both rushing to the elevator his first morning here. We apologized and introduced ourselves and found out he was starting work that day at the same place I worked. I told him that I'm sure I would see him around the office a good bit since he would be working just down the hall from me.
And that is part of my problem. I have seen him around the office a good bit this week and I always like what I see! And now this one hot dude, Gary, is on my mind constantly. I've got to get my mind back on this paperwork. I've got to get this fucking paperwork for this project completed. Come on now -- concentrate -- not on Gary, but on this paperwork.
The problem is compounded today because it is casual day in the office. Every Friday is casual day -- I am wearing jeans and a pull-over shirt today. But Gary... Gary came in wearing some cargo pants that fully accentuate his crotch area. Oh, man, there must be a nice size bat with balls between his legs -- and I sure would love to play games with them! And his ass... the way those pants are cut really show off his nice firm ass. Oh, man, would I ever like to sample that hot ass. And then his shirt is a skin tight t-shirt that reveals every muscle on his arms, shoulders, chest, stomach. His six-pack abs are beautifully and revealingly outlined in this shirt. You can see every ripple -- every fucking muscle. Oh, dude, I wanted to pull that shirt up and rub my hands all over his rock hard body. Oh, fuck yeah, and I wonder why I can't keep my mind on this damn paperwork. Visions of Gary keep floating through my head. Visions of what I would like to be doing with Gary as well.
Oh, dude, thinking about Gary is making my dick hard as a rock while I'm sitting here at my desk. It is straining very hard against my jeans. Thoughts of him have me so fucking hot, horny, and HARD -- 8 INCHES HARD. I can feel the precum at the end of my cock -- in fact there is a little wet spot there right now where my cockhead is pressing against my jeans. Oh, shit, I'm so hard right now. I sure hope somebody doesn't come into my office and I have to stand up or something because they are going to see this huge bulge in my jeans -- and they will probably notice that spot of precum.
Okay, back to the paperwork -- concentrate now -- no, not on Gary -- and no, not on fucking and assholes and cocks and men and sex with men and all that good stuff -- concentrate on this fucking paperwork and get it done. Come on now concentrate... I've got to get this done. The deadline will be here before I know it.
Now, my damn telephone is ringing. I'm irritated -- not so much because it is interrupting my work since I haven't been getting much done anyway -- but irritated because it is interrupting my thoughts of Gary. Well, I guess I really need something to interrupt those thoughts so I can get back to the required task at hand -- back to this fucking paperwork.
It's my boss on the phone. He is asking how the paperwork is coming along. He is reminding me that he expects everything on his desk first thing Monday morning. And then he tells me that he is sending Gary down to my office to work with me on this project. Since Gary is new, he wants me to show him the ropes -- everything that is expected on these projects and the associated paperwork. He also thinks that Gary might be able to give some fresh insight into what I am working on. Damn, how will I ever get this fucking paperwork done if Gary is sitting in my office working on it with me? How will I ever keep my mind -- and my eyes -- off Gary? How could my boss do this to me?
Before I even get my phone back on the hook, Gary is walking into my office. (Fuck, the boss must have already told Gary to come to my office before I even got the phone call.) He pulls up a chair -- not across from me on the other side of the desk -- but he pulls the fucking chair right up beside me. He tells me that he guesses that this will make it easier for him to see what I'm working on especially as I explain it all to him. Now here is this fucking hot hunk sitting inches from me. I can smell his man scent. It is beginning to intoxicate me. He is so sexy. The object of my thoughts is sitting so close to me right now. What am I going to do? How in the hell am I going to ever concentrate on this paperwork shit? I've got to -- I have no choice -- fuck, there is no choice but to think about this paperwork -- come on now, concentrate on the paperwork -- I can do it.
We begin to go over the project. I wonder if Gary notices the big bulge in my jeans. I wonder if he has any idea what he is doing to me -- to my mind -- to my cock. But we have work to do. I begin explaining everything about the project to Gary. He is asking very intelligent questions about it all. And he really does have some good input on some items. I'm even more impressed by him now. Not only does he have a fucking hot body, but he also has a sharp mind -- brawn and brains!
Gary leans closer to look at some of the paperwork. His leg touches mine for a second and then pulls away. A minute or two later as he reaches for some paper, his arm brushes against mine. I feel electric sparks. I want to feel more. I want to touch more of his skin -- not just his arms -- but all over his fucking hot body. My concentration is beginning to waver again. Fuck, how are we ever going to get this paperwork done?
It is 5:00 on Friday afternoon. We are only about two thirds finished on this paperwork. I really don't want to have to work on the weekend, but as my boss had reminded me, this project is due first thing Monday morning. Gary has a suggestion -- why don't we just work late tonight until we get everything completed and then we won't have to worry about it on the weekend. His suggestion makes sense to me. I don't have anything else pressing tonight so might as well concentrate on this paperwork -- that is, try to concentrate on this paperwork -- and get it done tonight.
Everyone else has gone. The office is quiet. We are actually making some progress on this paperwork. But it sure is getting warm in this office. I think at first that it is because Gary is making me so hot but then I realize that the air conditioning is not on now. I had forgotten that the heating and air systems are regulated by computer timers. They shut down automatically after office hours. Gary notes as well that it is getting very warm in here. There is not a damn thing we can do to turn the air back on. Gary decides that the best thing to do is take his shirt off. At least he will be a little cooler (and I'm thinking that I will get a little hotter). Without any more hesitation he grabs his shirt and pulls it over his head and tosses it aside. It takes my breath away. Here is Gary sitting right next to me shirtless. The muscles that I was imagining through his tight shirt are now revealed to me in the flesh. And to make things worse (or should I really say better?) he has sweat glistening on his body. I'm very intoxicated now by his body now. How in the hell am I going to concentrate on this damn paperwork. It was bad enough before, and it is going to be so much harder now that I see all of Gary's suntanned and muscular upper body. He looks like a Greek god. Oh, dude, I want his body so bad. I want to feel him close. I want to do all the things with him that I have been fantasizing about while trying to concentrate on this paperwork. Fuck, man, we've got to get this shit done. Concentrate on the fucking paperwork -- come on now -- concentrate on the paperwork -- the paperwork is required -- the deadline is looming.
Back to the paperwork. But it isn't long until Gary says that he can't concentrate because it is too hot. He wanted to know if I would mind if he took off his cargo pants as well in an effort to get a little cooler. Mind? No, I wouldn't mind -- I think to myself that I don't know how I will ever concentrate on this paperwork -- but I don't mind if he takes off his pants. Oh, damn, dude, his body is gorgeous. Now he only has on his sexy boxers. Man, my cock is so hard. He is such a hunk. And I see everything revealed except the very center of his hot body. Oh, how am I ever going to concentrate on this paperwork.
I notice that there is quite a nice bulge inside of his boxers. I wish I could see what is behind them. We are looking at some of the notes on the project. I glance over and notice that I can see through the fly off his boxers and I get a glimpse of his cock inside. Oh, man, I wish I could see it better. He is writing something on the paperwork. I'm still glancing at his open fly. He makes a few more notes. I note that his cock seems to be growing. It seems to be getting harder. Then I see the head of his cock close to the opening in his boxers. He is still making notations on the paperwork. I'm noting closely what his dick is doing. Then I get a surprise. His cock springs out of his boxers through the opening. Now I see his beautiful mushroom shaped cock head with its one eye staring right back at me. But the paperwork -- concentrate on the paperwork -- come on now -- the paperwork has to be done....
Fuck the paperwork -- how can I think about paperwork when Gary's cock is beckoning to me? Fuck the paperwork -- I want to fuck with Gary right now. I can't hold off any more. This fucking hot dude is sitting here virtually naked right next to me. He has me so turned on, so hot, so horny, so hard. I can't resist that cock that is peaking out of his boxers. Fuck the paperwork. I reach over and grab Gary's cock. It is so nice to touch. It is also getting very hard. I bend over and wrap my lips around his sexy man tool. It grows to its fully erect state. I start sucking on it. Oh, dude, I've wanted to do this for so long. Oh, man it tastes so good. Gary is undressing me. I stop sucking him long enough for us both to strip down completely. Two hot men naked with each other now. We get into a 69. Oh, dude, his mouth is doing wonders to my cock. It feels so good. I suck him, I run my hands all over his body, feeling every muscle. I feel his ass. Oh, that nice tight firm ass. I move so my tongue can reach his nice tight ass hole. I start running my tongue all around that nice tight muscle ring. I begin to fuck his ass with my tongue. He is moaning. I'm getting his asshole nice and wet with my tongue. Then I put one finger in and start finger fucking him. He is loving it. In and out -- in and out -- fucking him with my middle finger. Then I use two fingers and then three. I'm stretching him out getting him ready for my nice HARD 8 inches. He is begging me to fuck him and I comply. Oh, man, I'm fucking Gary, the hot guy that had been destroying my concentration all week. The one who slowed me down on my paperwork. Fuck that paperwork. We are almost done with it. We'll get it done sometime this weekend before Monday morning. But fuck that paperwork now, because I have more important fucking to be doing right now. Gary and I fondle, caress, stroke, lick, kiss, suck, and fuck for hours -- doing everything we can think of for two guys to try on each other. I don't know what time it is when we leave the office this Friday night. It might be Saturday morning. But we end up at Gary's apartment and continuing our passionate lovemaking and fucking. Oh, yeah, dude, I'm not concentrating on that fucking paperwork anymore -- I'm concentrating on fucking with Gary....