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Chapter 5
Randolph was not sure how to respond to Mr Laidlaw's friendly invitation, so for a little while he just stood there. He was staring at his shoes planted firmly on the carpeted office floor. When he finally glanced up in an agony of embarrassment, he could see the Head Office guy looking questioningly at him. Even in the confusion of the moment, Randolph's heart missed a beat when he saw the kindness in Laidlaw's impossibly green eyes. Just then Tom stepped determinedly forward to take charge of the situation. Randolph would be damned before he let that windbag bend the situation to his advantage, and suddenly he found the words that were needed.
"Very considerate of you ... James. I'm Randolph, as you know," he said in a surprisingly calm and authoritative manner. Despite his firm voice, Randolph was aware of the fact that he could not control the extent of the hot blush that he could feel blossoming in his cheeks. If only I could stop staring at the man, he thought desperately. But he knew only too well that James Laidlaw was exerting a magnetic pull on him. There was no way he could stop himself from glancing in James's direction; and every time he did so, he seemed to notice yet another pleasing aspect of the man's splendid body. There was the short dark brown hair, the impressive width of the manly shoulders, the slender-fingered hands with a very slight dusting of dark hairs on the knuckles, and a definite bulge. No wonder Randolph's cock was getting ever closer to developing a very inappropriate and ill-timed hard-on.
"That's settled then," James smiled. "Not exactly the three musketeers, you and I. But I have reason to believe we will get the job done all the same." He moved closer to Randolph, and gave him a mock salute complete with a neatly executed click of his heels. Randolph was so utterly charmed by this boyish and unexpected gesture from Laidlaw that he nearly lost all control of his faculties. "I'm in your hands now, Randolph. You lead the way and I will follow," James continued.
Randolph moved towards the door, but could not help flinging a smug look in the direction of the crestfallen Tom, standing like a disappointed little boy behind his desk. "I'm not sure when I'll be back," he said to Tom. "Please arrange for all my calls to be transferred to your extension. Until other arrangements can be made, you will have to deal with my stuff as well. So, it's hardly necessary to tell you that you will have to put in a special effort while I'm otherwise engaged." Tom turned a shade of puce. Randolph was aware that this last remark to Tom was a bad move. His vindictive colleague would not rest until he got him back for it, but in the headiness of the moment that was a chance Randolph was prepared to take.
A moment later James and Randolph were standing rather indecisively in the deserted office corridor. Randolph was about to suggest that they start with a visit to the main administration section, when James leaned closer. "You know what I need now more than anything else?" he asked conspiratorially. Randolph shook his head sheepishly. "I would kill for a double expresso. Any suggestions?"
Randolph was thinking that the staff canteen would definitely not stretch any further than a dubious cup of instant coffee. "Er ... I'm sure the executive canteen can come up with something." He was wondering at the appropriateness of such a step, but James was already shaking his head.
"No ... I need fresh air, Randolph. Let's be devils and hunt down an expresso outside the office! There must be a place close by," James said. "A nice break with some stimulating conversation will do us both the world of good." He put his hand on Randolph's shoulder. Randolph's cock stirred traitorously in response. "You look a little bit peaky to me." For a second or two all playfulness was absent from his voice, and he looked rather seriously into Randolph's eyes. "I suspect that colleague of yours has a lot to do with it. Clearly an asshole of note. Does he give you a hard time?"
Fancy this total stranger getting Tom's measure so quickly, he thought. He was suffused with a feeling of gratitude for James's concern. It was like basking in front of a cosy fire."Nothing I cannot handle," Randolph said in a voice husky with suppressed emotion. "And yes ... I do know of a perfect coffee place just around the corner."
A few minutes later they were seated at a small table at the back of the half empty coffee bar, having ordered two double expresso's. Not much was being said, but the silence between them was not in the least uncomfortable. Randolph felt as if a weight was being lifted from his shoulders. It was hard to believe that this stranger could have such a calming effect on him. When their coffees arrived, James steered the conversation back to plans for the rest of the day. Randolph mentioned that he was supposed to to supervise the despatching of an important order at midday, and James agreed that he would go with Randolph to see exactly what this encompassed. Too soon it was time to get back to the office.
As they approached the coffee bar's exit, James came to a hesitant halt. "I need a piss," he said matter-of-factly. "Over there, I see. Come with me please. A bit of conversation will be nice while I answer nature's call." Randolph was caught between the devil and the deep blue sea. He was well aware that he would not be able to keep his eyes off James's cock. That was a given. As it was, he was dying of curiosity to see up close what that promising bulge would reveal. He took a decision. "Sure," he said unconcernedly. He followed James into the male rest room.
Once inside, James started unzipping as he approached the open urinal. Randolph followed with a cock ready to explode. He stood slightly back while James started pissing, but the latter motioned him closer. "Have a leak, buddy. That's what we're here for," he said with a little half smile. Randolph moved into position next to him, pulled his zip down and tried to piss into the trough.But he only managed a small spurt. His dick was too hard. For a moment he looked at the frothy bubbles where James's strong piss stream was splashing forcefully into the trough. Then with a feeling that he was crossing an invisible boundary, he glanced at James's long flaccid cock. He felt the blood leave his face as he contemplated the most perfect uncut dick he had ever seen in any porn magazine or on any website. James had pulled his foreskin slightly back, and his deep pink glans was partially exposed. The shaft was girthy and thick. Randolph's brain was frantically recording every last detail so he could play it back when it was time to jerk his little cock that night. But the moment was too big for him. As a last drop trickled from his tiny cock., he felt the familiar waves of an approaching orgasm rip through him, and the the next moment he was ejaculating involuntarily. He could not believe what was happening. He wanted to die right there. But then he became aware of James's voice saying soothingly, "That's right, buddy. Shoot that load. Don't worry about a thing. Good for stress relief." Then to his amazement, James bent down and started licking his swollen dick head clean with expert flicks of his warm tongue ...
(To be Continued)
Randolph was not sure how to respond to Mr Laidlaw's friendly invitation, so for a little while he just stood there. He was staring at his shoes planted firmly on the carpeted office floor. When he finally glanced up in an agony of embarrassment, he could see the Head Office guy looking questioningly at him. Even in the confusion of the moment, Randolph's heart missed a beat when he saw the kindness in Laidlaw's impossibly green eyes. Just then Tom stepped determinedly forward to take charge of the situation. Randolph would be damned before he let that windbag bend the situation to his advantage, and suddenly he found the words that were needed.
"Very considerate of you ... James. I'm Randolph, as you know," he said in a surprisingly calm and authoritative manner. Despite his firm voice, Randolph was aware of the fact that he could not control the extent of the hot blush that he could feel blossoming in his cheeks. If only I could stop staring at the man, he thought desperately. But he knew only too well that James Laidlaw was exerting a magnetic pull on him. There was no way he could stop himself from glancing in James's direction; and every time he did so, he seemed to notice yet another pleasing aspect of the man's splendid body. There was the short dark brown hair, the impressive width of the manly shoulders, the slender-fingered hands with a very slight dusting of dark hairs on the knuckles, and a definite bulge. No wonder Randolph's cock was getting ever closer to developing a very inappropriate and ill-timed hard-on.
"That's settled then," James smiled. "Not exactly the three musketeers, you and I. But I have reason to believe we will get the job done all the same." He moved closer to Randolph, and gave him a mock salute complete with a neatly executed click of his heels. Randolph was so utterly charmed by this boyish and unexpected gesture from Laidlaw that he nearly lost all control of his faculties. "I'm in your hands now, Randolph. You lead the way and I will follow," James continued.
Randolph moved towards the door, but could not help flinging a smug look in the direction of the crestfallen Tom, standing like a disappointed little boy behind his desk. "I'm not sure when I'll be back," he said to Tom. "Please arrange for all my calls to be transferred to your extension. Until other arrangements can be made, you will have to deal with my stuff as well. So, it's hardly necessary to tell you that you will have to put in a special effort while I'm otherwise engaged." Tom turned a shade of puce. Randolph was aware that this last remark to Tom was a bad move. His vindictive colleague would not rest until he got him back for it, but in the headiness of the moment that was a chance Randolph was prepared to take.
A moment later James and Randolph were standing rather indecisively in the deserted office corridor. Randolph was about to suggest that they start with a visit to the main administration section, when James leaned closer. "You know what I need now more than anything else?" he asked conspiratorially. Randolph shook his head sheepishly. "I would kill for a double expresso. Any suggestions?"
Randolph was thinking that the staff canteen would definitely not stretch any further than a dubious cup of instant coffee. "Er ... I'm sure the executive canteen can come up with something." He was wondering at the appropriateness of such a step, but James was already shaking his head.
"No ... I need fresh air, Randolph. Let's be devils and hunt down an expresso outside the office! There must be a place close by," James said. "A nice break with some stimulating conversation will do us both the world of good." He put his hand on Randolph's shoulder. Randolph's cock stirred traitorously in response. "You look a little bit peaky to me." For a second or two all playfulness was absent from his voice, and he looked rather seriously into Randolph's eyes. "I suspect that colleague of yours has a lot to do with it. Clearly an asshole of note. Does he give you a hard time?"
Fancy this total stranger getting Tom's measure so quickly, he thought. He was suffused with a feeling of gratitude for James's concern. It was like basking in front of a cosy fire."Nothing I cannot handle," Randolph said in a voice husky with suppressed emotion. "And yes ... I do know of a perfect coffee place just around the corner."
A few minutes later they were seated at a small table at the back of the half empty coffee bar, having ordered two double expresso's. Not much was being said, but the silence between them was not in the least uncomfortable. Randolph felt as if a weight was being lifted from his shoulders. It was hard to believe that this stranger could have such a calming effect on him. When their coffees arrived, James steered the conversation back to plans for the rest of the day. Randolph mentioned that he was supposed to to supervise the despatching of an important order at midday, and James agreed that he would go with Randolph to see exactly what this encompassed. Too soon it was time to get back to the office.
As they approached the coffee bar's exit, James came to a hesitant halt. "I need a piss," he said matter-of-factly. "Over there, I see. Come with me please. A bit of conversation will be nice while I answer nature's call." Randolph was caught between the devil and the deep blue sea. He was well aware that he would not be able to keep his eyes off James's cock. That was a given. As it was, he was dying of curiosity to see up close what that promising bulge would reveal. He took a decision. "Sure," he said unconcernedly. He followed James into the male rest room.
Once inside, James started unzipping as he approached the open urinal. Randolph followed with a cock ready to explode. He stood slightly back while James started pissing, but the latter motioned him closer. "Have a leak, buddy. That's what we're here for," he said with a little half smile. Randolph moved into position next to him, pulled his zip down and tried to piss into the trough.But he only managed a small spurt. His dick was too hard. For a moment he looked at the frothy bubbles where James's strong piss stream was splashing forcefully into the trough. Then with a feeling that he was crossing an invisible boundary, he glanced at James's long flaccid cock. He felt the blood leave his face as he contemplated the most perfect uncut dick he had ever seen in any porn magazine or on any website. James had pulled his foreskin slightly back, and his deep pink glans was partially exposed. The shaft was girthy and thick. Randolph's brain was frantically recording every last detail so he could play it back when it was time to jerk his little cock that night. But the moment was too big for him. As a last drop trickled from his tiny cock., he felt the familiar waves of an approaching orgasm rip through him, and the the next moment he was ejaculating involuntarily. He could not believe what was happening. He wanted to die right there. But then he became aware of James's voice saying soothingly, "That's right, buddy. Shoot that load. Don't worry about a thing. Good for stress relief." Then to his amazement, James bent down and started licking his swollen dick head clean with expert flicks of his warm tongue ...
(To be Continued)
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Chapter 6
Randolph's mind was in a turmoil. He was finding it difficult to believe that a handsome man was actually licking his dickhead -- and with such expertise that he was beginning to feel a second orgasm slowly building up ... but at the same time the very tiny part of his brain that was still capable of rational thought was telling him in an insistent voice that this could not be happening. He had never been touched by another man, let alone someone as devastatingly beautiful as James Laidlaw. It occurred to him that not even in his technicolor jerk-off fantasies had he ever been involved in a scenario as erotic as the one in which he was now playing one of the two leading roles. What could James possibly see in him? And why was he not laughing his head off at the size of his pathetic little cock? Was this perfect example of manhood making fun of him? But no, that was not possible. He only had to look at James's closed eyes and the energetic motion of his tongue to know that the hunk from head office was totally into what he was doing.
Randolph was now definitely aware of a delicious wave of pleasure starting to radiate from his dickhead and spreading up his spine. No doubt about it ... he was on the verge of another ejaculation. He mumbled something inarticulate to warn James that he was about to cum -- or maybe to beg him to stop. He could not be sure which it was. At that moment, James stopped what he was doing, and looking up at Randolph with a face on which sexual lust was clearly written, whispered "I want to fuck you." He rose to his full height, and without a moment's hesitation picked Randolph up in his arms and carried him effortlessly to one of the two empty toilet stalls. He put Randolph down, kicked the stall door closed with an impatient foot, and slid the bolt into place. Without wasting time on words, he started undressing Randolph until he stood buck naked in front of him.Then he tore off his own clothes with shaking hands until not a shred remained to hide his splendid body from Randolph's eager gaze. Randolph's head was spinning. He was aware that he was as hard as he had ever been. He had no inclination to question what was happening anymore, or to analyze James's motives. He was only aware of James's huge dick that was only now beginning to grow at an alarming rate. It crossed Randolph's mind that there was simply no way that he could be penetrated by James's thick cock ... the broad dickhead alone seemed to make that impossible. It occurred to him that James was probably under the impression that he was an experienced bottom, used to being fucked by dicks of any size. Would he stop if Randolph told him that he was very much a novice when it came to being butt fucked?
James was spitting on to the fingers of his right hand and spinning Randolph around so that he had his back to the head office guy. "Bend over slightly," came his urgent voice. Randolph did as he was told. For a moment he felt one of James's fingers tentatively touching his clenched asshole, and then the tip of the finger was inside Randolph. He experienced an uncomfortable feeling of fullness, and then James's finger slid in to the knuckle. Randolph felt a stab of pain and for a moment he was about to beg James to withdraw, but at the same time the finger that was now sliding in and out of his hole was creating a sensation he had never known before. "Just relax," James breathed close to his ear. "I will not hurt you."
It was now or never. Randolph closed his eyes in embarrassment. Thank God James could not see his face. "Listen ..." he started hesitantly. "I need to explain something." James was so intent on moving his finger in and out of Randolph's ass in a slow rhythm that he did not even seem to be aware of the voice trying to tell him something. "I'm ... I'm sorry, " Randolph breathed raggedly. "I've never been fucked ... You're too big ... I'm scared." Even as he said these words, he was aware of how the finger in his ass seemed to create two totally different sensations: undoubtedly there was a degree of pain, but at the same time there was a spike of mounting pleasure that was beginning to mix sweetly with the ever-diminishing discomfort.
James's finger started moving slower, and then Randolph felt it sliding out of his tingling hole. Immediately he experienced a feeling of loss. He rose to his full height and reluctantly turned around to face James, aware that his little hard dick was sticking out perpendicularly. He raised his eyes and met those of James. "Do you think I don't know that?" James asked in a sympathetic voice. "I suspected that from the moment I first saw you. That's why I want you to know what's it like to experience the unbelievable thrill of being at the receiving end of a cock. Believe me, I've been in a position to give and to receive, and in my opinion being filled with a pounding dick is the best feeling in the world." He lifted Randolph's chin and smiled at him. "I know you're nervous ... nothing wrong with that. In fact, you'd be a fool not to be. I can't lie to you. It will hurt the first time ... but I'll be as gentle as I know how. And I promise, I'll only give you the head. Gently in and out ... nothing more. If you relax completely, you will soon get an idea of how nice it can be." James looked at Randolph with a question in his green eyes. To his surprise,Randolph was aware of the fact that he desperately wanted this man to fuck him. "Another thing," James continued. "I will not come inside you. I'll pull out in time. Let's call this an experiment ... a first go to see what it would be like for you."
Without really being aware of it, he felt himself nodding. James leaned closer to him and kissed him tenderly on his forehead. "You will not regret it," he said. Then he took his erect cock in hand and waved it in Randolph's direction."Look here," he said. "See how I'm dripping precum. My head is nice and slick from it. I'll have no difficulty getting my tip in there." He rubbed the pad of his thumb over his dickhead in a slow circular movement. By the sudden hissing intake of his breath, Randolph could see how much pleasure James was experiencing from his stroking action. It seemed to Randolph as if even more precum was leaking out in response to James's caress. "And keep in mind it's you that's causing me to be all wet and ready," he said in a barely audible whisper. "Bend over, buddy."
Randolph presented his quivering rump to James and forced himself to relax his asshole. For a moment nothing happened, but then he felt the tip of James's cock nuzzling hungrily at the entry to his anus. James's breathing deepened, and the next moment Randolph bit down hard as he felt James's head entering him slowly. The pain was not unbearable, but it was enough to make him utter an involuntary groan. Immediately James stopped pushing, and Randolph said in a despairing voice, "Don't stop! Whatever you do, don't stop! I want it in me. Please don't stop ... I need you inside me."
Taking encouragement from Randolph's entreaties, he renewed his efforts to get the tip of of his dick firmly lodged inside Randolph's throbbing hole. He felt Randolph's sphincter muscle clamping down on his dickhead, and for a split second the vise like grip nearly caused him to ejaculate. Then he pushed through into Randolph's anal passage with a sharp thrust so that he was submerged to just below the head. Randolph uttered a sharp squeal, but before he knew where he was, the sudden pain had dulled somewhat and he was aware of how snugly James's wet glans was settled in his ass.
"OK, buddy?" James asked. Randolph nodded, not trusting himself to speak at that moment. James started moving carefully in and out of Randolph's tight hole. He was starting to hurt quite a bit now, but at the same time he was enthralled by the idea of James thrusting gently into him. For a moment the enjoyment far exceeded the pain, and he closed his eyes as he listened to James's breath starting to speed up as he moved closer to orgasm. Barely a moment later he felt James pull out of him abruptly, and the next moment he heard James utter a deep, shaky sigh that segued into a loud groan as he shot a heavy load of warm cum onto Randolph's bare back. Neither of them moved, and then Randolph felt James's tongue on his back as he licked up every drop of his semen. He pulled Randolph tenderly into his arms, and rained a flood of kisses up and down his back, before turning him around and kissing him on the mouth while lightly running his fingertips over Randolph's semi-hard dick. "Thanks, buddy," he said in a choked -up voice. "You are the bravest man I know ... Promise you, next time will be better for you ... And now I suppose it's back to the salt mine."
They started dressing. Not a word was spoken until they were standing in front of the hand basins, adjusting their clothing and stealing surreptitious glances at each other. They finished washing their hands, and as they were leaving the rest room, James said, "Can you believe it? We've been in here for ages, and not a single person came in to disturb us. Don't you find that rather odd?"
Randolph looked at him and said with a silly grin, "Not so very odd. I think it's a sign that what happened in there was supposed to happen." Once they were out in the street, he looked at his watch and said, "And now we have to get to that loading dock, or my ass will be toast ..."
Randolph's mind was in a turmoil. He was finding it difficult to believe that a handsome man was actually licking his dickhead -- and with such expertise that he was beginning to feel a second orgasm slowly building up ... but at the same time the very tiny part of his brain that was still capable of rational thought was telling him in an insistent voice that this could not be happening. He had never been touched by another man, let alone someone as devastatingly beautiful as James Laidlaw. It occurred to him that not even in his technicolor jerk-off fantasies had he ever been involved in a scenario as erotic as the one in which he was now playing one of the two leading roles. What could James possibly see in him? And why was he not laughing his head off at the size of his pathetic little cock? Was this perfect example of manhood making fun of him? But no, that was not possible. He only had to look at James's closed eyes and the energetic motion of his tongue to know that the hunk from head office was totally into what he was doing.
Randolph was now definitely aware of a delicious wave of pleasure starting to radiate from his dickhead and spreading up his spine. No doubt about it ... he was on the verge of another ejaculation. He mumbled something inarticulate to warn James that he was about to cum -- or maybe to beg him to stop. He could not be sure which it was. At that moment, James stopped what he was doing, and looking up at Randolph with a face on which sexual lust was clearly written, whispered "I want to fuck you." He rose to his full height, and without a moment's hesitation picked Randolph up in his arms and carried him effortlessly to one of the two empty toilet stalls. He put Randolph down, kicked the stall door closed with an impatient foot, and slid the bolt into place. Without wasting time on words, he started undressing Randolph until he stood buck naked in front of him.Then he tore off his own clothes with shaking hands until not a shred remained to hide his splendid body from Randolph's eager gaze. Randolph's head was spinning. He was aware that he was as hard as he had ever been. He had no inclination to question what was happening anymore, or to analyze James's motives. He was only aware of James's huge dick that was only now beginning to grow at an alarming rate. It crossed Randolph's mind that there was simply no way that he could be penetrated by James's thick cock ... the broad dickhead alone seemed to make that impossible. It occurred to him that James was probably under the impression that he was an experienced bottom, used to being fucked by dicks of any size. Would he stop if Randolph told him that he was very much a novice when it came to being butt fucked?
James was spitting on to the fingers of his right hand and spinning Randolph around so that he had his back to the head office guy. "Bend over slightly," came his urgent voice. Randolph did as he was told. For a moment he felt one of James's fingers tentatively touching his clenched asshole, and then the tip of the finger was inside Randolph. He experienced an uncomfortable feeling of fullness, and then James's finger slid in to the knuckle. Randolph felt a stab of pain and for a moment he was about to beg James to withdraw, but at the same time the finger that was now sliding in and out of his hole was creating a sensation he had never known before. "Just relax," James breathed close to his ear. "I will not hurt you."
It was now or never. Randolph closed his eyes in embarrassment. Thank God James could not see his face. "Listen ..." he started hesitantly. "I need to explain something." James was so intent on moving his finger in and out of Randolph's ass in a slow rhythm that he did not even seem to be aware of the voice trying to tell him something. "I'm ... I'm sorry, " Randolph breathed raggedly. "I've never been fucked ... You're too big ... I'm scared." Even as he said these words, he was aware of how the finger in his ass seemed to create two totally different sensations: undoubtedly there was a degree of pain, but at the same time there was a spike of mounting pleasure that was beginning to mix sweetly with the ever-diminishing discomfort.
James's finger started moving slower, and then Randolph felt it sliding out of his tingling hole. Immediately he experienced a feeling of loss. He rose to his full height and reluctantly turned around to face James, aware that his little hard dick was sticking out perpendicularly. He raised his eyes and met those of James. "Do you think I don't know that?" James asked in a sympathetic voice. "I suspected that from the moment I first saw you. That's why I want you to know what's it like to experience the unbelievable thrill of being at the receiving end of a cock. Believe me, I've been in a position to give and to receive, and in my opinion being filled with a pounding dick is the best feeling in the world." He lifted Randolph's chin and smiled at him. "I know you're nervous ... nothing wrong with that. In fact, you'd be a fool not to be. I can't lie to you. It will hurt the first time ... but I'll be as gentle as I know how. And I promise, I'll only give you the head. Gently in and out ... nothing more. If you relax completely, you will soon get an idea of how nice it can be." James looked at Randolph with a question in his green eyes. To his surprise,Randolph was aware of the fact that he desperately wanted this man to fuck him. "Another thing," James continued. "I will not come inside you. I'll pull out in time. Let's call this an experiment ... a first go to see what it would be like for you."
Without really being aware of it, he felt himself nodding. James leaned closer to him and kissed him tenderly on his forehead. "You will not regret it," he said. Then he took his erect cock in hand and waved it in Randolph's direction."Look here," he said. "See how I'm dripping precum. My head is nice and slick from it. I'll have no difficulty getting my tip in there." He rubbed the pad of his thumb over his dickhead in a slow circular movement. By the sudden hissing intake of his breath, Randolph could see how much pleasure James was experiencing from his stroking action. It seemed to Randolph as if even more precum was leaking out in response to James's caress. "And keep in mind it's you that's causing me to be all wet and ready," he said in a barely audible whisper. "Bend over, buddy."
Randolph presented his quivering rump to James and forced himself to relax his asshole. For a moment nothing happened, but then he felt the tip of James's cock nuzzling hungrily at the entry to his anus. James's breathing deepened, and the next moment Randolph bit down hard as he felt James's head entering him slowly. The pain was not unbearable, but it was enough to make him utter an involuntary groan. Immediately James stopped pushing, and Randolph said in a despairing voice, "Don't stop! Whatever you do, don't stop! I want it in me. Please don't stop ... I need you inside me."
Taking encouragement from Randolph's entreaties, he renewed his efforts to get the tip of of his dick firmly lodged inside Randolph's throbbing hole. He felt Randolph's sphincter muscle clamping down on his dickhead, and for a split second the vise like grip nearly caused him to ejaculate. Then he pushed through into Randolph's anal passage with a sharp thrust so that he was submerged to just below the head. Randolph uttered a sharp squeal, but before he knew where he was, the sudden pain had dulled somewhat and he was aware of how snugly James's wet glans was settled in his ass.
"OK, buddy?" James asked. Randolph nodded, not trusting himself to speak at that moment. James started moving carefully in and out of Randolph's tight hole. He was starting to hurt quite a bit now, but at the same time he was enthralled by the idea of James thrusting gently into him. For a moment the enjoyment far exceeded the pain, and he closed his eyes as he listened to James's breath starting to speed up as he moved closer to orgasm. Barely a moment later he felt James pull out of him abruptly, and the next moment he heard James utter a deep, shaky sigh that segued into a loud groan as he shot a heavy load of warm cum onto Randolph's bare back. Neither of them moved, and then Randolph felt James's tongue on his back as he licked up every drop of his semen. He pulled Randolph tenderly into his arms, and rained a flood of kisses up and down his back, before turning him around and kissing him on the mouth while lightly running his fingertips over Randolph's semi-hard dick. "Thanks, buddy," he said in a choked -up voice. "You are the bravest man I know ... Promise you, next time will be better for you ... And now I suppose it's back to the salt mine."
They started dressing. Not a word was spoken until they were standing in front of the hand basins, adjusting their clothing and stealing surreptitious glances at each other. They finished washing their hands, and as they were leaving the rest room, James said, "Can you believe it? We've been in here for ages, and not a single person came in to disturb us. Don't you find that rather odd?"
Randolph looked at him and said with a silly grin, "Not so very odd. I think it's a sign that what happened in there was supposed to happen." Once they were out in the street, he looked at his watch and said, "And now we have to get to that loading dock, or my ass will be toast ..."
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