The crime rate was pretty low in our part of Adelaide.
My company's head office occupied two professionally restored Edwardian brick houses, set back from a busy six lane road and sitting next to each other in an old garden. In spite of our central location the two buildings were an oasis of quiet.
The modern glass extension at the rear of the main building, which housed the administration offices and the boardroom, gave me a spacious office overlooking the back garden. The garden was small but always immaculate, with a perfect half circle of lawn, some climbers over the big corrugated iron storage shed beyond it and a leaning old fig tree hanging over a well-placed wooden bench.
Not bad, I thought, looking up from my computer screen and sighting the bench. Not bad at all.
In business there's nothing better than an optimistic budget that's being realized. And the wooden bench situated only yards away from me through the floor to ceiling glass reminded me of Arnold. Working back on long summer evenings had it's advantages, and Arnold's willingness to lie back over anything and have his arse mined had always been the principal one. I could even now see him draped over the back of the wooden bench, moaning, as I drilled deep inside his tight access shaft, set between the round hills of his bubble butt. There sure was gold in them thar hills I thought. My white creamy gold. Shame he was out bush exploring for the real thing at the moment I thought. I sighed, and returned to my forecasts.
At the very rear of the block, behind the shed, was a cream gravelled parking area, and I'd vaguely noticed a white van driving in as I'd looked back at my spreadsheets. There was plenty of room in the carpark. I knew that most of the staff had already left for the weekend as the big boss was off at our mine site. So being a summer Friday afternoon it was a race to leave and get to the beach or head off down the coast for the weekend.
I had an empty house to go back to or some really good figures to massage into a glowing report for Monday's month end meeting. So I was happy to hang about finishing it off and putting in a bit more effort than I would have with Arnold about. By now he'd be waiting to be driven home for his early evening fuck, or be ready to be fucked at the office if we had the place to ourselves. An advantage of us both working for the same small company.
I was briefly distracted by two guys walking past through the garden and turning off to the back door of the other house, which was the main office for the exploration team. Shortly after they reappeared, and came around to the rear entrance of my building. I may not have taken much notice earlier but now I certainly couldn't help seeing how good they both looked as they entered the sparsely furnished, open plan rear office. Both were wearing white singlets and long dark shorts, the white setting off their deep even golden tans and the well-defined muscles of their shoulders and arms.
One smiled broadly at me, and I realized that I didn't recognize either of them and it was a bit late for visitors. I got up and went out to meet them wondering vaguely if anyone was still inside the other building.
"Hi," I said, "Can I help you?"
My company's head office occupied two professionally restored Edwardian brick houses, set back from a busy six lane road and sitting next to each other in an old garden. In spite of our central location the two buildings were an oasis of quiet.
The modern glass extension at the rear of the main building, which housed the administration offices and the boardroom, gave me a spacious office overlooking the back garden. The garden was small but always immaculate, with a perfect half circle of lawn, some climbers over the big corrugated iron storage shed beyond it and a leaning old fig tree hanging over a well-placed wooden bench.
Not bad, I thought, looking up from my computer screen and sighting the bench. Not bad at all.
In business there's nothing better than an optimistic budget that's being realized. And the wooden bench situated only yards away from me through the floor to ceiling glass reminded me of Arnold. Working back on long summer evenings had it's advantages, and Arnold's willingness to lie back over anything and have his arse mined had always been the principal one. I could even now see him draped over the back of the wooden bench, moaning, as I drilled deep inside his tight access shaft, set between the round hills of his bubble butt. There sure was gold in them thar hills I thought. My white creamy gold. Shame he was out bush exploring for the real thing at the moment I thought. I sighed, and returned to my forecasts.
At the very rear of the block, behind the shed, was a cream gravelled parking area, and I'd vaguely noticed a white van driving in as I'd looked back at my spreadsheets. There was plenty of room in the carpark. I knew that most of the staff had already left for the weekend as the big boss was off at our mine site. So being a summer Friday afternoon it was a race to leave and get to the beach or head off down the coast for the weekend.
I had an empty house to go back to or some really good figures to massage into a glowing report for Monday's month end meeting. So I was happy to hang about finishing it off and putting in a bit more effort than I would have with Arnold about. By now he'd be waiting to be driven home for his early evening fuck, or be ready to be fucked at the office if we had the place to ourselves. An advantage of us both working for the same small company.
I was briefly distracted by two guys walking past through the garden and turning off to the back door of the other house, which was the main office for the exploration team. Shortly after they reappeared, and came around to the rear entrance of my building. I may not have taken much notice earlier but now I certainly couldn't help seeing how good they both looked as they entered the sparsely furnished, open plan rear office. Both were wearing white singlets and long dark shorts, the white setting off their deep even golden tans and the well-defined muscles of their shoulders and arms.
One smiled broadly at me, and I realized that I didn't recognize either of them and it was a bit late for visitors. I got up and went out to meet them wondering vaguely if anyone was still inside the other building.
"Hi," I said, "Can I help you?"
I had wandered into the bookshop to kill time.
My appointment with Carol at the employment agency was for 11.30am and I had caught the eight o'clock train in from the lake. For once it arrived on time.
The employment agency was on the second floor of the building and I found the bookshop at street level. I had an hour to fill in before I had to go, up so I thought I'd look for a book I had been after for some time, The Mycenaeans by Lord William Taylour. It is an old book, but still the best one about the civilization of the ancient Greeks who live and die in Homers Iliad.
Inside the front door was a small counter with a tall, rather patrician looking man standing behind it. He smiled at me as I wandered in.
"Can I help you with anything in particular?" he asked, not pushily, just helpfully.
"Where would I find the history section?" I replied, and he told me to go through to the back of the shop.
The bookshop was long and narrow, but wide enough to have shelves running across its width as well as along the side walls. Whoever had put the shelving in though had apparently wanted people to have privacy to wander. They had not put a tidy straight corridor running from the front of the shop to the back.
Instead the cross shelves were broken up in different places, almost creating private rooms where you could browse and move on without being seen. I wound up in the rearmost room and began to go through the books on the shelves, finding the ancient history section and narrowing the area of my search down.
"Very nice," a voice said, and I jumped.
I had been concentrating and hadn't heard the man from the front counter arrive. He was standing in the entrance to that room looking me up and down in an odd way.
I acknowledged him with a, "Hi, I found it," wondering if he thought I was trying to steal something.
"Good," he replied, "Would you like me to suck your cock?"
I wasn't sure I had heard right and looked at him in confusion. He moved closer to me, "I would really like to suck your cock. Can I see it?" He was next to me now and pushed me back against the shelves, Roman History I think it was.
"Umm.. I think I'd better go," I stammered.
He wasn't bad looking for a mature man, nice cared for body, streaks of steel grey though this dark hair which was tied back in a short ponytail. I tried to edge away.
He placed a hand on my chest pushing me back and I yelped as I felt his other hand land on my crotch. He had me unzipped, with his hand inside fondling me through my underpants before I realised what he'd done.
"Hey, Stop that," I yelped, flailing my arms about and trying hard to push him off and wriggle away. "Get your hands off me."
He was surprisingly strong and I was horrified to feel the hand he had on my cock getting a quick response.
"Very nice," he said smiling, "get it out so I can see it and I'll let you go."
His voice was quite well educated and I couldn't believe he was doing this to me.
"You'll let me leave if I show you my cock?" I stammered, thinking that was better than risking messing up my clothes before the interview.
My appointment with Carol at the employment agency was for 11.30am and I had caught the eight o'clock train in from the lake. For once it arrived on time.
The employment agency was on the second floor of the building and I found the bookshop at street level. I had an hour to fill in before I had to go, up so I thought I'd look for a book I had been after for some time, The Mycenaeans by Lord William Taylour. It is an old book, but still the best one about the civilization of the ancient Greeks who live and die in Homers Iliad.
Inside the front door was a small counter with a tall, rather patrician looking man standing behind it. He smiled at me as I wandered in.
"Can I help you with anything in particular?" he asked, not pushily, just helpfully.
"Where would I find the history section?" I replied, and he told me to go through to the back of the shop.
The bookshop was long and narrow, but wide enough to have shelves running across its width as well as along the side walls. Whoever had put the shelving in though had apparently wanted people to have privacy to wander. They had not put a tidy straight corridor running from the front of the shop to the back.
Instead the cross shelves were broken up in different places, almost creating private rooms where you could browse and move on without being seen. I wound up in the rearmost room and began to go through the books on the shelves, finding the ancient history section and narrowing the area of my search down.
"Very nice," a voice said, and I jumped.
I had been concentrating and hadn't heard the man from the front counter arrive. He was standing in the entrance to that room looking me up and down in an odd way.
I acknowledged him with a, "Hi, I found it," wondering if he thought I was trying to steal something.
"Good," he replied, "Would you like me to suck your cock?"
I wasn't sure I had heard right and looked at him in confusion. He moved closer to me, "I would really like to suck your cock. Can I see it?" He was next to me now and pushed me back against the shelves, Roman History I think it was.
"Umm.. I think I'd better go," I stammered.
He wasn't bad looking for a mature man, nice cared for body, streaks of steel grey though this dark hair which was tied back in a short ponytail. I tried to edge away.
He placed a hand on my chest pushing me back and I yelped as I felt his other hand land on my crotch. He had me unzipped, with his hand inside fondling me through my underpants before I realised what he'd done.
"Hey, Stop that," I yelped, flailing my arms about and trying hard to push him off and wriggle away. "Get your hands off me."
He was surprisingly strong and I was horrified to feel the hand he had on my cock getting a quick response.
"Very nice," he said smiling, "get it out so I can see it and I'll let you go."
His voice was quite well educated and I couldn't believe he was doing this to me.
"You'll let me leave if I show you my cock?" I stammered, thinking that was better than risking messing up my clothes before the interview.
I had got fed up with the noise and heat upstairs, and had drifted down to the games room on the lower level. The only light there came from the fitting over the big pool table in the middle of the room, and I had collapsed and slumped back into one of the brown leather club chairs against the wall. Everything in the wood panelled room was dark, except the hand wrapped about my exposed, hard, cock and the brightly lit green baize on the tabletop.
I was stroking myself off in frustration.
I had seen that blond again. Heath. God, what a romantic name that is. Only this time he had come with Casey, and I knew that I didn't have a chance of separating them.
The blond had been driving me wild with lust for a couple of months now and it was time I got over salivating for him. I was never going to get him into bed. But I get like that. I will see a guy who grabs my attention and that 's it, if he grabs my attention again the next time I see him I am fixated. I hardly notice anyone else exists until something happens between us or the obsession passes. But it was time this fixation passed, as I was obviously getting nowhere. And I was getting frustrated.
So here I was slouched in the dark, stroking off, while upstairs a small party for the friends of a well known publisher was in full swing.
I was enjoying feeling sorry for myself, and feeling myself rising to my peak.
Then he walked in. From where I was I could only see him from the neck to the crutch. His head was hidden by the light-fitting over the pool table, and the table hid everything lower down. He had come in at the opposite end of the room and stood there for a moment.
I figured he couldn't see me at all, and even if he bent over my lap would be hidden by the pool table. So I kept my tool in my hand and just slowed down and held back, waiting for him to leave.
But he didn't. Instead he unbuttoned his shirt, and I gazed in fascination as he did so. Unbuttoning it slowly, and then opening it up to reveal a pattern of body hair that had my dick lurching. He had a chest that had muscles clearly standing out on it, accentuated by the hair on the peak of his pecs and surrounding his nipples and then running down over his stomach. He wasn't young, but he was - well he was hot. I had no idea who he was but he had taken my mind off the blond.
"What blond?" I thought to myself, with surprise.
He tossed his shirt back onto a chair behind him, then moved languidly over to the cue rack and selected a cue. I watched him move, fascinated, with my throbbing dick still in my hand. Then he came back to the side of the table and bent over and sighted down to the balls, already set up on the table ready for the break.
I saw his face for the first time, and vaguely remembered seeing him upstairs sitting on a sofa with our host Gerald. The pair of them had looked as if they were talking seriously. Why he had ended up down here alone I had no idea. He hadn't caught my attention upstairs, but down here he had me in lust for him. If I hadn't already forgotten the blond I might have felt unfaithful to him I was suddenly so hot for the man bending over the table.
I came, just as he made a crappy shot. The balls breaking and rolling weakly across the table with nothing getting holed. He had been focused on the balls till then, but suddenly his eyes lifted and locked with mine, and he smiled. I gasped as I felt another surge of cum leave me and join the earlier one over my shirt front.
"Sorry, did I frighten you?" he asked.
I was stroking myself off in frustration.
I had seen that blond again. Heath. God, what a romantic name that is. Only this time he had come with Casey, and I knew that I didn't have a chance of separating them.
The blond had been driving me wild with lust for a couple of months now and it was time I got over salivating for him. I was never going to get him into bed. But I get like that. I will see a guy who grabs my attention and that 's it, if he grabs my attention again the next time I see him I am fixated. I hardly notice anyone else exists until something happens between us or the obsession passes. But it was time this fixation passed, as I was obviously getting nowhere. And I was getting frustrated.
So here I was slouched in the dark, stroking off, while upstairs a small party for the friends of a well known publisher was in full swing.
I was enjoying feeling sorry for myself, and feeling myself rising to my peak.
Then he walked in. From where I was I could only see him from the neck to the crutch. His head was hidden by the light-fitting over the pool table, and the table hid everything lower down. He had come in at the opposite end of the room and stood there for a moment.
I figured he couldn't see me at all, and even if he bent over my lap would be hidden by the pool table. So I kept my tool in my hand and just slowed down and held back, waiting for him to leave.
But he didn't. Instead he unbuttoned his shirt, and I gazed in fascination as he did so. Unbuttoning it slowly, and then opening it up to reveal a pattern of body hair that had my dick lurching. He had a chest that had muscles clearly standing out on it, accentuated by the hair on the peak of his pecs and surrounding his nipples and then running down over his stomach. He wasn't young, but he was - well he was hot. I had no idea who he was but he had taken my mind off the blond.
"What blond?" I thought to myself, with surprise.
He tossed his shirt back onto a chair behind him, then moved languidly over to the cue rack and selected a cue. I watched him move, fascinated, with my throbbing dick still in my hand. Then he came back to the side of the table and bent over and sighted down to the balls, already set up on the table ready for the break.
I saw his face for the first time, and vaguely remembered seeing him upstairs sitting on a sofa with our host Gerald. The pair of them had looked as if they were talking seriously. Why he had ended up down here alone I had no idea. He hadn't caught my attention upstairs, but down here he had me in lust for him. If I hadn't already forgotten the blond I might have felt unfaithful to him I was suddenly so hot for the man bending over the table.
I came, just as he made a crappy shot. The balls breaking and rolling weakly across the table with nothing getting holed. He had been focused on the balls till then, but suddenly his eyes lifted and locked with mine, and he smiled. I gasped as I felt another surge of cum leave me and join the earlier one over my shirt front.
"Sorry, did I frighten you?" he asked.
I was feeling rather horny the other night and decided to check out this little park that I visit from time to time hoping to find a little man to man action. There is one very attractive and smallish built man that I see there on occasion, and he was there lurking in the shadows when I arrived. He is a small, but finely built man with a very beautiful body and above average cock, and we have had several hot and erotic encounters together in the past.
Even though we have had hot sex in the past at both his place and at mine as well, he seems to enjoy the risk of sex in a public place. He will hover in the shadows and hide behind the tall tree trunks and is sometimes elusive to advances, even though we have had very hot and passionate sex in the recent past. The last time we had sex at my place, he filmed me with my own camcorder sucking his hot dick to an explosive orgasm.
I am a little more nervous about sex in a public place, but the chance to get naked with this hot little number seems at times to be worth the risk. I could catch occasional glimpses of him as he played a little game of hide and seek among the barely lit trees. I found this a little annoying at first until I found his tee shirt lying on the ground near one of the tree trunks and got an immediate erection thinking of him running among the trees partially naked. A few trees later, I found his silky running shorts hanging on another tree; along with a pair of sheer women's panties that he had recently been wearing. I could smell his sweet manly scent on the silky panties as I drew them slowly past my nose.
I suddenly heard the breaking of small twigs as he darted to the next tree, and I could now see exactly where he was. I stood silently watching him and wondered if he knew I was there spying on him. As my eyes adjusted to the dim light, I could se his silhouette standing a few feet from the tree. I could make out enough of his outline to tell that he was indeed naked, and had a huge hard on which he was slowly stroking back and forth.
My dick shot up like a steel flagpole as he stroked the hard silhouette of a cock for me to see. I slowly approached him and started removing my shirt and running shorts and let them fall to the ground. I then reached out to caress his smooth and silky butt cheeks. I could feel his warmth as my trembling hands stroked and cupped the hot little ass now standing naked before me. I then reached between his trim and strong legs to find his tight little balls all drawn up, as his cock ring helped form a nice sexy little package that I now held in my hot caressing hand.
He moaned as I gently tugged on his tight little man pearls with gentle pressure. I knew he liked this from our previous hot sex encounters. I reached aground with my other hand and found his hard and hot cock to be ready and waiting for some hot oral worshipping that I was more than willing to provide for him. I then gently grasped him on both hips and placed my own raging cock along his pretty butt crevice and slid it up and down along its silky length. He moaned some more and pushed his nice butt harder against my hot man pole. This got me raging with hot passion as he now slid his ass crack along my hot dick with even greater urgency and intensity.
Even though we have had hot sex in the past at both his place and at mine as well, he seems to enjoy the risk of sex in a public place. He will hover in the shadows and hide behind the tall tree trunks and is sometimes elusive to advances, even though we have had very hot and passionate sex in the recent past. The last time we had sex at my place, he filmed me with my own camcorder sucking his hot dick to an explosive orgasm.
I am a little more nervous about sex in a public place, but the chance to get naked with this hot little number seems at times to be worth the risk. I could catch occasional glimpses of him as he played a little game of hide and seek among the barely lit trees. I found this a little annoying at first until I found his tee shirt lying on the ground near one of the tree trunks and got an immediate erection thinking of him running among the trees partially naked. A few trees later, I found his silky running shorts hanging on another tree; along with a pair of sheer women's panties that he had recently been wearing. I could smell his sweet manly scent on the silky panties as I drew them slowly past my nose.
I suddenly heard the breaking of small twigs as he darted to the next tree, and I could now see exactly where he was. I stood silently watching him and wondered if he knew I was there spying on him. As my eyes adjusted to the dim light, I could se his silhouette standing a few feet from the tree. I could make out enough of his outline to tell that he was indeed naked, and had a huge hard on which he was slowly stroking back and forth.
My dick shot up like a steel flagpole as he stroked the hard silhouette of a cock for me to see. I slowly approached him and started removing my shirt and running shorts and let them fall to the ground. I then reached out to caress his smooth and silky butt cheeks. I could feel his warmth as my trembling hands stroked and cupped the hot little ass now standing naked before me. I then reached between his trim and strong legs to find his tight little balls all drawn up, as his cock ring helped form a nice sexy little package that I now held in my hot caressing hand.
He moaned as I gently tugged on his tight little man pearls with gentle pressure. I knew he liked this from our previous hot sex encounters. I reached aground with my other hand and found his hard and hot cock to be ready and waiting for some hot oral worshipping that I was more than willing to provide for him. I then gently grasped him on both hips and placed my own raging cock along his pretty butt crevice and slid it up and down along its silky length. He moaned some more and pushed his nice butt harder against my hot man pole. This got me raging with hot passion as he now slid his ass crack along my hot dick with even greater urgency and intensity.
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