Mailboys and Suits

MAILBOYS AND SUITS

by

Michael Trent

So, when you work as a towel boy in a bathhouse you see an awful lot. That's only to be expected. I suppose if you work as a bartender in the right sort of club, you can get a pretty good eyeful, too. I never would have guessed that I would be right in the center of the action. I'm just a mail- room boy in an insurance company.

Naturally, there are lots of men in suits around here. Most of them are in their late twenties, early thirties. In fact, most of them are glorified mailboys, pushing paper and attending endless meetings. They're a pretty repressed bunch, overall. The bunch of us in the mailroom aren't so uptight, though most of the guys I wouldn't look twice at. As for the rest, the scenery helps make the job worthwhile.

I've got a couple guys from work that I hang out with, but I've known Dan Chavez since high school. Dan's six foot tall, and built wide and thick. He's got black hair in a ponytail halfway down his back, and brown eyes that look black. He and I go out for beers on Fridays after work, stay out 'til three in the morning, and then head our separate ways. Last Friday was a little bit different.

Dan and I left work and went down to Connor's right at five. Connor's is a local's bar. The suits usually go uptown after hours, but the rest of us go just down the street. It's a small place, lots of smoke and bad lighting. Even on Fridays, when it's busy, it seems pretty quiet. We walked in and went straight back to the corner table. We've got a great view of the TV, a clear shot to the bar, and no one else comes back there unless they're too drunk to find the front door.

Dan brought a pitcher of beer over from the bar and dropped it onto the table. "I'll tell you what, Mike. Let's finish off this pitcher and then head back to my place to catch the game and finish off the case of beer I've got in my fridge. I don't know that I have the patience for this place tonight."

"Sure, Dan. Sounds fine to me. Rough day, huh?"

Dan shrugged his shoulders. "I've seen worse." He poured himself a beer and slammed most of it right back down his throat.

"Got it." I poured a beer for myself and took a good swallow as well. "I've been thinking about quitting."

"No shit? Why?"

"I'm bored. Nothing ever happens around there." I took another swallow, and poured again. "I have got to find something more interesting to do than sort mail."

Dan leaned over to me and said with a grin, "There's a lot that happens around there. You just have to know where to look. Finish your beer and let's get out of here."

Since Dan was driving, I finished the pitcher. Dan was itching to get out of the bar right away, so we jumped into Dan's truck and took off. On the way back to Dan's place, he started telling me about a couple of the guys that he knew.

"Yeah, all the suits upstairs get it on," he said. "You ever see how much traffic the men's room gets? Keep your eyes open while you're dropping off the mail. Men are in and out of there all the time."

"You're full of it, Dan."

"I'm serious!" he said, stopping for a red light.

"Whatever. There are three coffee pots on every floor. What makes you think that they're all fucking in the stalls and not pissing coffee?"

"Trust me, Mikey. You know Jay and Steve in the mailroom, right?"

"Sure."

"I caught them last week. They were way in back of the storeroom, behind some boxes. I never would have seen them, but Jay's shirt was laying on the floor."

"No kidding?"

"Nope. I walked back to see what was up, and Jay had his pants around his ankles. Steve was giving him one hell of a blow job."

By this point, I was getting hard. I'd dreamt about getting with Jay and Steve, but I figured they had to be straight.

"In fact, Mikey, Jay's hung pretty damn good. I was surprised. Steve was on his knees and working hard to get Jay all the way down his throat." Dan squirmed in his seat and tried to shift his cock around without me noticing, but it didn't work. He was starting to get as hard as I was, and it looked like he had a fairly sizable package.

"That must have been a sight."

"It got better when Steve spun Jay around and bent him over a couple of boxes."

"You're shitting me."

"Nope." He looked over at me, and I saw him take a quick glance at my crotch before turning back to the road.

"I wouldn't have guessed it was so interesting back there."

"Neither would I," Dan said, smiling again as he made a left turn.

Twenty minutes after we got to Dan's place, we had stripped down to our boxers, flipped on the TV, and sprawled out on the couch.

"So, who else in the mailroom takes 'fuck me' breaks?" I asked Dan, trying to sound more bored than horny. I looked over at his boxers, just to see what he was feeling like. His dick hadn't calmed down at all since we'd been talking in the car. I wanted to see if I could get him harder and leaking. My cock was completely hard, but I hid it beneath my arm.

Dan kept his eyes glued to the TV. "Jay and Steve, Derrick, Bob, and both Gregs. At least, those are the only guys I know for sure." He paused for a moment and looked down at the pole in his boxers. "I gotta break for the toilet. Be right back."

He jumped up and practically ran for the bathroom. I was rock solid at that point. I pulled the waistband of my boxers over my cock and set it beneath my balls. I have a solid seven and a half inches of my own, fairly thick. I grasped the shaft with my left hand and cupped my balls in my right hand. I started to move my hands, squeezing my cock and balls slowly. The pressure of the elastic under my sack made me shiver. A drop of clear precum ran out the slit and I rubbed it around on the head of my dick.

Dan walked out and caught me, cock in hand, and my finger in my mouth, tasting my juice.

"You want to taste my cock?" he asked, grinning. I could see the wet stain on the front of his blue boxers right at the point of the tent his cock made.

"You bet I do," I said. "Get your ass over here."

Dan turned off the television, and came over to stand right in front of me. He put his hand on the back of my head and drew me into his crotch. My eager tongue ran over the cotton of his shorts, and I surrounded his shaft with my mouth. He groaned, grinding himself into my face. His scent, musky and strong from the day, made me crazy. I pulled his boxers down to the floor.

"Damn, Mikey, I wish I'd known about you sooner," he said. I pulled a condom out of my jeans pocket, and set it up against the tip of his gorgeous meat. His dick was shaped just like he was, long and thick, with a perfect head. I rolled the rubber on to his dick with my mouth, feeling the tube and all the veins on the underside of his cock with my tongue. I reached up to his chest and rubbed his nipples lightly; he pushed harder into my mouth. I drew back and began to bob my head on his pole, starting out gentle and slow.

Dan's hands rested on the top of my head, pulling me down onto him, forcing me to open my throat to take him in. I pinched his nipples hard and brought my hands down along his stomach. He bucked, and my nose was buried in his curly black pubes. "Oh yeah, take me all the way down," he moaned. I left my head impaled on his cock, running my tongue against the underside, while my hands slid down to his ass. He shuddered and pulled out of my mouth. Without a word he turned around and placed his ass in my face. I licked the soft skin, and ran a finger into his crack. I nibbled his muscular cheeks and watched as he bent over and put his pucker on display. He wriggled in front of me and I couldn't resist. I licked my finger and rubbed it over his tight hole. Dan whimpered.

"Mike, get out a condom. Take my ass," he said quietly, his voice husky with desire. He pulled open the end table drawer and took out condoms and lube. I put a condom on my dick, lubed it up, and used my lube-slick hand to stroke his cock a few times. The pink muscle in front of me fluttered and opened as I jacked him off, and I used my right hand to add lube to his waiting hole.

I stood up and turned Dan around so that his hands were braced on the back of the couch, and his ass was open for my pleasure. I placed the head of my rod at his back door, and he began to writhe, rubbing it all over his crack. "Come on, man, stick it in me," he whined, and once he stopped moving, I began to shove my cock into him.

I started slowly and felt a little resistance. He pushed back and my head slid into warmth. I let him get used to my cock, running my hands through his hair while his thighs trembled. He relaxed, and I slid the rest of my shaft all the way into him. I put my hands onto his shoulders and pulled him right back onto my cock, my balls and his slapping together with the motion. He cried out, and began to pull off of my dick, when he changed his mind and bucked backward, impaling himself deeper.

"That's it, Dan," I whispered. I could feel the globes of his ass flexing against my crotch. "Get comfortable and stay relaxed." I ran a hand up his spine as I pulled out of him, and pulled back on his shoulders again as I thrust in. My cock stretched Dan's hole wide open, and I rocked slowly in and out of him, teasing him a little.

"Mikey, just fuck me," Dan howled. My cock throbbed as I began to pump his ass. He was tight, and the friction was perfect. He felt like a soft warm velvet glove on my shaft, and I pumped him harder. His broad shoulders heaved with every thrust, and he cried out every time my pubes brushed his ass. Dan began to flex his knees, changing the angle of my penetration, and I felt myself push against his prostate. I noticed that my legs were trembling. Pure pleasure was screaming from my cock. I wanted to last awhile, but I was buried to the hilt in a guy that I'd seen grow up. My locker room buddy had turned into the stud that I was fucking, and I knew I couldn't last much longer.

Dan took one of his hands off the couch and grabbed his dick, so that he stroked himself every time I pushed into him. "Faster! Come on stud, harder!" he called out, and my muscles started to tense up as I did as he asked.

"Oh, Jesus," he cried out softly, and I felt his hole contract around the base of my shaft. He pushed back against me, moving to get my head rubbing his prostate, and I began to cum as well. I shuddered again and again, moaning loudly as I shot into his ass. Dan was stroking his own cock more slowly now. I pushed completely into him and felt myself spasm twice more in pure pleasure.

As I pulled out of him, we collapsed onto the couch. I took the filled condom off my cock, and he rubbed his cum-slick hand over his chest and belly. He looked over at he and smiled.

"I forgot to tell you, Mike. I take 'fuck me' breaks, too."

Dan and I spent the rest of the weekend together, trying everything we could imagine. He pulled out a porn video, and I sat on his cock while we watched the tape. We screwed in the shower, on the fire escape at four in the morning, and even on the bed. Once, when we were both too exhausted to do any more, Dan pulled out a huge double-headed dildo and broke it out of the package it was sold in. He said he'd been saving it for a special occasion, and we put it to good use between the two of us.

Monday morning came, just like it always does, and we went to work. I was determined to watch for the other guys, and see if Dan was right. Once I realized what I was looking for, I saw guys getting it on everywhere. I caught both Gregs take their lunch together in the back storeroom, and swallow each others' dicks instead of lunch. I delivered the mail up into the business floors and saw guys disappear into the washrooms, just like Dan said. When a particularly gorgeous guy left his desk for the washroom, I left my cart up against the wall and followed him in. He was blond and clean cut, very preppy, shorter and slimmer than Dan. He stood at the urinals and looked over at me when I stepped up next to him.

"How's it going in the mailroom?"

"Fine, and up here?"

"Just great, thanks."

I took a quick glance down at his cock as he shook it and got ready to put it away. It was semi-hard and beautifully pale. His pubes were reddish blond. I found myself stiffening, but he'd already turned to the sinks and washed his hands.

"Have a good day," he said to me as he walked past on the way out.

I stood silently at the urinals a while longer, and once the door closed, I began to hear two men breathing heavily from one of the stalls. I walked over, careful not to disturb them, and peered in through the crack in the stall walls. I saw Dan's ponytail, his head buried in the crotch of a suit who was obviously enjoying himself. Dan had his own pants open and around his knees, and the man he was blowing had his legs over Dan's shoulders.

I grinned, remembering when Dan had done that to me once after we got back to his apartment Saturday night after dinner. I left the room without disturbing them.

Later, I was making my final rounds upstairs, gathering all the mail that needed to go out the next day, when I saw the suit I'd seen that afternoon in the men's room. He was sitting at his desk, and he looked like he was trying to finish some paperwork. It was about six o'clock, and almost everyone else had gone home for the day.

I walked up and down the aisles, checking each desk's "out" box, and eventually I reached his desk.

"Hey there. Have you got any mail that's supposed to go out tomorrow?"

He didn't look up at me. "Nothing at all."

"Well, alright then. Have a good night."

"Yeah, you too."

I kept walking, and finished my rounds. He seemed pretty preoccupied.

"Damn!" I heard him exclaim, and then he slammed a file drawer shut. I was in the hall, just beyond the coffee pot, when I saw him get up and walk to the men's room.

I hesitated. I was just about finished for the day, and could have been on my way home in no time. On the other hand, the best-looking guy on the first floor had just gone into the men's room, and there was no one around. I started to walk to the washroom, thinking about his cock. He had a gorgeous piece. It was long and not too thick, pale with red-gold hair all around. It was true, he hadn't given me a lot of encouragement earlier in the day, but it was worth a try.

I walked in and saw that the stall that Dan and the other guy had been in was occupied. There wasn't anyone else in the room, so I took the stall next to the guy, dropped my pants and sat down. I looked over to the wall and noticed a hole, about an inch in diameter. It was wide open, and as I peered through, I saw the cock that I'd been daydreaming about all afternoon.

He was hard as a board, his dick standing at attention. He slouched on the seat and leaned against the back wall. His hand was stroking his shaft, and his other hand was running over his chest, pinching his tits. He'd turned his face toward the hole, and I could see him bite his lip. I heard him moan in pleasure, and watched his eyelids flutter. As he stroked, his hairless chest heaved with each breath and the muscles along his stomach rippled beautifully as he inhaled. My cock was standing at attention already, and I was dying to reach over and touch him.

He opened his eyes, and looked directly at mine as I peered through the peephole. He looked shocked that I was there, and then he licked his lips and smiled. He sat forward, and unlocked his stall's door.

Without any hesitation, I left my stall and moved right into his. I hadn't bothered to pull my pants up, so once I got in and turned around to lock the door again, he grabbed my ass in both hands and started to lick the fur at the top of my crack. He licked the muscles, and grazed his teeth across my skin. The hand he'd been using to stroke himself reached forward and grasped my cock. I leaned against the door in front of me, my hands grasping the top, and my head pressed to the door itself.

I opened my legs as far as I could, and he began to lick and suck on my balls, tugging them lightly and making me writhe.

"I'm Josh. What's your name?" he asked, and went back to nibbling on my skin.

"Mike," I gasped, and held the top of the door as my knees went weak beneath me.

"Nice to meet you," he said with a laugh, and tugged on my balls harder.

I stood up, and turned around. Josh had removed his shirt and tie, as well as his shoes and pants. His clothes were piled on a high windowsill, and Josh sat back, looking me over.

"You've got a great ass, Mike. And the view is even better from the front." He licked his lips again and pinched his nipples, groaning loudly. "What can I do for you?"

My mind was racing--here in front of me was a man ready to do anything I suggested. His cock was at least eight inches long, and visibly throbbing even though neither one of us was touching it. His balls, shaved clean, hung low between his legs. One hand reached down below his balls, and he began to idly finger his hole. The look on his face alternated between relaxed and excited as he moved his fingers in and out of his ass. He seemed ready for anything, and all I had to do was tell him what I wanted.

"I want you to fuck me senseless," I blurted out.

He looked surprised, and then pulled his fingers out of his hole. Grinning wickedly, he spun me back around so that I was facing the door. I took hold of the top of the door again, and looked down at my feet. I heard the tearing of a condom package. "Just one minute, Mike," he said as he put on the rubber and added lube from another small package. "Alright, mailboy, get ready!" I tried to relax as best I could, and suddenly I felt the head of his cock pop through my ass. My ring spasmed around his rod, and my body clamped down on the cock that was pushing into my guts. Josh kept pushing inward, and his dick flexed against the pressure of my hole.

"That's it, baby. I like a tight ass. Get ready, I'm coming through," he whispered, and then shoved all the way into me. I gasped in pain, still not ready to take his full length into me, but my legs began to tremble and my voice betrayed me.

"Oh my god," I moaned. My hole stretched wider around the base of his cock. He was in me to the hilt, and I started to move my ass, letting him touch every part of my insides. I groaned when he slid over my prostate. I watched as precum slid to the floor in long clear strands from the head of my raging cock.

"I want you to fuck me, Josh. I'm more than ready."

Josh didn't need any more encouragement than that. He grabbed my hips and began to pump my ass full. He pulled almost all the way out, and slid in slowly. Then he'd pull out and slam all the way in again. He teased me mercilessly, sometimes pulling out completely until I begged for him to get back in my ass. His hands reached for my nipples as he rode me, and I cried out in desire. I found myself hanging from the door when my knees gave out from underneath me, and Josh held my weight with his arms wrapped around my chest. Each time he thrust into me, my cock danced and drizzled more precum onto the floor.

Josh locked his arms around my belly, and grabbed hold of my dick. "I'm through teasing, stud, " he said. He flexed his cock in my ass and then began to fuck me for real. Every thrust shoved my cock through his fists, pre-cum lubricating his hands. "I'll bet you're glad you leak the way you do," he grunted as he fucked me.

All my senses focussed on the pounding in my guts, and Josh showed no signs of slowing down. I was at the point where I had given up any control. The only things I felt were Josh's hands and shaft; I howled each time his hips ground against my ass.

Josh cried out without any warning, burying himself in me completely. He stretched my hole again as his cock flexed. His hands tightened around my dick and I shuddered as I came. All my muscles tightened, and I clamped down on Josh's long rod. I splattered the door of the stall with pearly semen. Every time Josh shuddered with the strength of his orgasm, he pushed more cum out of my cock.

Finally, Josh slid out of my ass and eased himself down onto the toilet seat. He reached over and caressed my ass, and I collapsed to the floor, exhausted. His hands were covered in my cum, and he leaned forward to rub my chest lightly. "Have you got time for a late dinner, Mike?" he asked, still smiling.

"Absolutely," I said.

I decided not to quit after all. Being a mailboy in an insurance company isn't the most boring job in the world. I get paid well, I like the management. There's nothing like a good 'fuck me' break in the morning, and Dan and Josh are always willing to keep things interesting after work as well. In fact, this Friday ought to be more than interesting. I've invited Josh to join Dan and myself for drinks this Friday night.