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    [A story written in Denmark, in August 1999. Translated and re-enjoyed ;) ]

    Trevor
    I silently sighed and looked out the window - Edinburgh was magnificent. I'd been in this oil business review meeting all day and hadn't even noticed the view. At 300 euros/ hour, I guess they were entitled to the undivided attention of their consulting off-shore drilling engineer, but the view was striking from this high up. I could see a green park bordered by a river - the view was so refreshing !
    I heard Trevor ask, "Lorris, are you with us?" I smiled and turned away from the window, looking at him, the only other view worth seeing. It was a pleasure just to watch him, whether he was sitting, standing or moving about the room. His blond hair, dark blue eyes and square face gave him a ruggedly handsome look; his hard, muscular body gave him an athletic grace; and his smile gave him a warmth and glow, like the one you feel sitting before a log fireplace.
    "So, what about Roger's comment that merging the two companies will cause compatibility problems, especially in what concerns the West Dogger Bank geological survey ?"
    Trevor looked at me with his quiet confidence, probably already knowing the answer. He was clearly comfortable with himself and others. As the leader of the meeting, his suggestions and comments were always softened with humor or a complement. Even though his fashionable attire set him apart from all the rest of us, with our jeans and bargain basement clothes, Trevor wasn't arrogant.
    "Well," I softly answered "I don't see any problems regarding mutual compatibility, but I have to remember you that our company, Britannia Occidental, could use this merger for future expansion. If I correctly recall, we're sitting on a cash-mountain."
    I heard the words, his words, but my mind was elsewhere, a little lower. Not only did Trevor's good looks, build and attire set him apart, but so did the bulge in his pants. Oh, geez, he was carrying something nice, very nice between his legs. I had to constantly break my stare and look away, least my feelings about him became obvious. We accidentally brushed up against each other earlier in the day, contact that stirred deep, warm feelings in me. It was the only excitement in an otherwise monotonous day, a day that had gone on too long. I know, I shouldn't complain. The work is interesting and the pay is great.
    But, I wasn't happy and I wanted this meeting to end. I had to fly home tomorrow (Lausanne, sweet Lausanne - yes, I'm a Swiss working in Great Britain), and I had hoped to finish the meeting around noon, have lunch with them, then enjoy a free afternoon. I wanted to visit this superb city and finish with a massage, one of those glorious, full-body massages, where everything, mh, gets rubbed. The longer I looked at Trevor, the more I wanted that massage. (Down there.)
    A friend, Brad, had given me the number for Paul, an exclusive masseur in the city. Brad said Paul had magical hands and gave full-body massages bordering on the spiritual. As the clock ticked away into the afternoon and I grew more anxious, I wanted all the spiritual help I could get.
    I sighed. "Let's take a break," I suggested. Everyone agreed. I wanted to call Paul, the spiritual masseur, but his number was back at the hotel. So I headed for the restroom to flush some of the gallons of coffee I had been drinking.

    The Restroom

    The restroom was empty when I entered it. When I had finished and was washing my hands, Trevor came in and parked himself in front of a urinal, diagonal from the sink.
    "Fast progress, today. Right, Lorris?" He unzipped his fly, reached in his pants and hauled it out, letting it hang freely as he pissed. Oh God! From what I could see, it was a fucking engineering marvel - long, thick, and sculptured, with a glorious crown.
    "Yes," I answered. "As if it always goes faster than planned. Not everyone understands at the same speed."
    I quietly breathed deeply. That cock's size was a definite turn-on for me. I could give up my day job if I had the right dick to suck. As I watched, I felt a ting of arousal in my pants. This meeting had definitely gone on too long.
    As I practically gawked at him, I couldn't help but fantasise about Trevor and his magical tool. . . . .When he finished, he shook it a few times. It rippled almost like a long rope, but he didn't put it back in his pants. Instead, he just let it hang.
    "You're doing a good job of bring everyone along," he said as he leaned against the wall.
    "Thanks," I responded, sighing again. "But sometimes it's hard to keep your mind from wandering," I added, as I stared at his massive meat hanging out of his pants.
    "Certainly is," he smiled. "It would be nice to relieve the monotony." He looked down at his meat, stroked it a few times and looked up at me with that come-hither-smile.
    We practically fell into a stall. We were all over each other, kissing, feeling, groping, tearing our clothes off.
    "We've got to make this quick," he hurriedly exclaimed. "Are you a top or a bottom?"
    "I prefer top," I responded, as I tried to imagine how the hell his ramming machine could ever fit in me. Our shirts were unbuttoned and our pants were down, and pointing directly at me was his huge, fucking dick, at least 10 inches, thick, very thick, with a pare of the most gorgeous balls hanging below.
    "Great," he said with anticipation and a tinge of relief. "I like the bottom." The bottom. I heard the words, but couldn't believe it. With his equipment, he liked the bottom? Is there such a thing as too big . . . I think not!
    He reached down and wiped the precum off his wet crown and rubbed it on my swollen tip. Oh, God, I could feel the tingle down into my balls. This was going to be quick and wet, very wet. Turning around, he bent over exposing his heavenly ass and luscious hole. Just below his tan line were his checks tight and just the right bubble size. Light blond hairs graced the edges of his hole, which had puckered into a pinkish nipple. I slurped on my fingers and rubbed his ass-hole, pushing my finger in. He moaned and pushed back. No sense waiting I thought, as I dripped saliva on my hard ass-plunger and hoisted it into position. Pushing my crown against his hole, he pushed back and my rigid 8.6 inches plunged in. God, was he good, so ripe and tight. I descended to the base of my shaft, rubbing my pubic hairs against his checks. He moaned and reached back, grabbing my ass with both of his strong, muscular hands, pulling me tight against him and wiggling his butt and tightening his anus around my cock.
    Holding his checks with both hands, I fucked his ass with long, deep thrusts, beating my cock back and forth, up and down his tight tube, slapping my balls against him. God, it was fucking wonderful. He reached under and gently fondled my balls, as they pulled tighter against me. I was building to a ravishing climax, my jism surging from my balls in a fiery blast, ready to erupt in massive explosions in his . . . .
    "Excuse me... would you mind passing me some towels," Trevor asked again, as I was jolted back to reality.
    "Oh, sorry. I was daydreaming," I responded as I passed him some paper towels and he wiped his hands.
    "Hope she was good looking," he said, smiling and turning to leave.
    "Yeah, very good looking," I replied, looking down at my tented pants, thankful I was standing close to the counter. As I followed his tight ass down the hallway, I thought to myself, this just wasn't my day - I couldn't even finish a fucking fantasy.
     
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    The meeting finally ended around 5:00. I grabbed a sandwich at a deli and took a cab back to my hotel and called Paul. Damn, a voice mail. Leaving a message along with my name and number at the hotel, I thought about taking a shower. I need one. For sure I needed to change my underwear. Most of the afternoon, I couldn't stop stealing looks at Trevor.

    Paul

    Just before stepping into the stall, the phone rang. It was Paul. I told him I had just spent a gruelling day cooped up in an office with a group of techies and needed to unwind.
    "Do you have any time tonight?" I asked.
    "What did you want?" he inquired with what sounded like a trace of a smirk in his voice.
    "Well, a relaxing massage would be nice," I answered, thinking a blow job would be better.
    "Sure, no problem, say around 9:00," he suggested.
    He gave me directions to his apartment and the access code to the front door. We talked a little more. He sounded easy going and comfortable with himself. I took a chance and asked, "Besides massage, do you provide any other services?"
    "Well, what was I looking for?" he asked, again with just a ting of a smirk. I told him a full body, sensual massage would be nice. He paused and answered with a question, "Are you the police?"
    "No, definitely not!" I firmly answered, "and I can prove it when I meet you."
    "Okay, I'll be happy to look at your proof," he replied good-naturally.
    "Well, as long as you brought it up," I continued, "are you the police?"
    "No, and I can also prove it," he assured me. "We'll see whose proof is bigger, yours or mine." We laughed. The evening meeting was looking a lot better than the day meeting.
    I showered and cleaned up and took a cab to his place around 8:30. He lived in a chic part of town with upscale apartments and condos.
    When the door opened to his apartment, I'm sure the surprised look on my face hid nothing. Leaning against the door frame, wearing white gym socks, boxers and a big shit-eating grin was Trevor. "Hi, Lorris. Good to see you again."
    "Ah... Hi Trevor... are you also Paul... the one I talked to on the phone, the masseur?" My voice trailed off in confusion, as I wondered if I had made a colossal fuck-up in even asking.
    "The very one, indeed. My pseudonym, for my other profession . . . for only special clients, ones who are recommended, say, by Brad." The smile quickly turned into a laugh, a laugh on me. I had the good sense to quickly joined in.
    "Relax, you're in good hands. Come on in and let's get better acquainted."
    I eagerly stepped in, thinking my fantasies were about to become reality. He looked good, very good. Maaan, he had great muscles. His natural smile, along with those twinkling dark blue eyes and blond hair, complemented his splendid 6'2" foot stature. The day-long meeting had not dampened any of his good cheer or sparkling good looks.
    Opening a beer, we sat on a couch and talked and laughed. Just as I had been looking at him, he has been looking at me during the meeting, except he knew who I was from Brad's description. Nice surprises can come out of chance coincidences.
    Petroleum business paid the bills, but full body massages provided some of the excitement in his life. He had always been gay, but had been very discreet about it. While in college he discovered business men were willing to pay for his services. It helped to pay for school, but now he did it because he wanted to.
    The phone rang and he excused himself to answer it in the next room. When he returned and sat down next to me, his boxers were missing : he took them off. Oh God, there it was in all of its thick, long glory, hanging between his legs. I didn't need to fantasise any longer, I could see it. About six inches of the softest, loosest cock and balls you ever saw. Just as I had imagined, it was thick and meaty. He was uncut, with a gorgeous fold of skin draping over his well-defined crown, all softly resting on his low slung, smooth balls. Capping it all off was a nice bush of silky blond pubic hair.
    The rest of him was nice, also. Trevor was built like something between a bodybuilder and a swimmer, his body was both massive and svelte, and his legs were sculptural and muscular. His chest was hard and well developed, his back wide, with a great muscle density, his shoulders - broad, he had some rippled abs tapering to a narrow waist to compliment his whole frame. I swallowed as I thought about his slim hips and his tight ass. God, I loved that combination. You could really get into fucking a tight, small ass, plunging your shaft to the hilt, rubbing your pubic hairs against his slit. My mouth was beginning to dry just thinking about it.
    "Why don't we start with touching? " he asked in an easy manner, as I gaped at his groin. Not really, I thought... skip the touching and let me fuck your ass off.
    "Sure," I said, as I softly stroked his face with the back of my hand, feeling his smooth skin and the outline of his rugged jaw. Gliding over his smooth chest and abs, I stopped at his thick mat, teasing his silky pubic hairs. Then softly sliding over his placid cock, as it every so slightly twitched responding to my caress. As I slid off his foreskin, I slipped my hand around his soft, pliable ball-sack, cupping his nuts in my hands and rolling them gently. Trevor sighed and we both closed our eyes to focus on the pleasure for each of us. It was to damn nice to feel his smooth skin, his soft penis and his big balls.
    "ErrÂ…do you want to touch me?" I finally asked, opening my eyes and realising our lips were almost touching. No answer was needed as our lips softly melded into a passionate kiss. Without disturbing my fondling hand, he reached over and returned the favour by cupping his hand over my groin and gently squeezing. As the sensation rippled through me, I swallowed and sighed.
    "Lorris, you seem more tense than I am, but we'll be able to fix that tonight, along with any other things that pop up," he assured me with his irresistible smile. "Let's do a little physical and see what areas need the most attention."
     
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    He kneeled in front of me, spread my legs and rubbed his hands over me as he unbuttoned my shirt and unzipped my pants. I sighed again and leaned back in the couch, enjoying his touch and the view of his muscular physique.
    "You're in good shape," he observed as he opened my shirt and checked out my chest and abs.
    Well, I should be I thought. Being the workout freak that I am, I had a damn hard body. We were both lean and muscular. At my 5'10" height with dark brown hair, deep blue eyes and a sun-tanned complexion, I nicely complemented his blond, nordic features.
    Well, we were complementary in almost all respects. As he knelt before me, rubbing me into a frenzy, I knew my hardening shaft was not going to match the ramming tool hanging between his legs. My 8.6 inches were always giving me a certain pride, but I could tell his soft six inches was going to inflate to at least 10 inches of lusciously thick, hard meat. I so desperately wanted to hold it, pump it up to its full potential, pull his foreskin back and over his sweet crown and roll those gorgeous jewels in my hands. But the way he was rubbing and feeling me, I could barely keep my eyes open.
    "Hmm, you are tense. Let's get you undressed so I can do a complete examination." He took off my shoes and socks, and pulled off my shirt, pants and boxers. Just the sensation of pulling my boxers over my cock sent waves of pleasure through me. He smiled as he watched my cock throb as it lay on my stomach.
    "Nice, very nice, Lorris. But, first things first." He gently rubbed the bottom of my feet, then my calves and finally my legs, with long, firm strokes. His touch was pure pleasure. He gently stroked back and forth on the tops of my legs and then under them, each time lingering at my groin, lightly massaging my balls and teasing me with his fingers as he gently circled my crown, smearing my glistening precum over my cap and down my shaft. Working his hand slowly under my balls, he probed my ass. I eagerly lifted up to give him full access. His fingers knew what they wanted to find, as he rubbed my hole with one hand while the other continued to pump my cock. I closed my eyes, tilted my head back again, took a deep breath and sighed.
    "Well, "he said after awhile, "Diagnosis complete."
    "So, what's the prognosis?" I inquired, hardly able to speak. It was the best damn fucking physical I had ever had. I wondered if he offered regular check-ups under a medical plan.
    "Well, you need some specialised therapy. Your shoulders and back need work, definitely your pecs and gluts, and for sure this organ here needs a lot of attention," he declared. He pulled up on my cock's tight skin, forcing more precum from the slit.
    "It will appreciate any special attention you can give it," I tried to say, gasping from the feel of his strong hand firmly holding and pumping precum from my cock. "It's only the part of me that's been, well, shall we say, pouting and crying tears for you most of the day."
    "Oh, that's not good. I dick shouldn't pout all day. I'll just kiss away the tears." I thought I heard the words, but wasn't sure. All I really remember is seeing Trevor's tongue licking the underside of my cockhead, immediately followed by this incredible ecstasy washing over me, as the wet, warm sensation of his lips and mouth slurped over my crown and sucked my shaft into his throat. As his mouth pumped my tool, I thought it just couldn't get any better, that is, until Trevor reached up and fondled my balls, while continuing to comfort my cock with his therapeutic mouth.
    After what seemed an eternity of sensations, he looked up at me and said with satisfaction, "Well, I think I have a good start at wiping away the tears. Why don't we continue in the bedroom."
    His bedroom was warmly lit by candle light, with soft music playing in the background. He suggested I lay on my front on his bed. He could tell I was disappointed, but assured me I wouldn't regret it. So I stretched out on my front, while he sat on my buttock.
    I could feel the smooth skin of his soft balls and cock resting on me, rubbing my cheeks as he adjusted himself. Taking some warm oil in his hands, he rubbed and kneaded the muscles in my back. They nicely unwound in response to his strong hands. I breathed deeply and relaxed. After awhile, he massaged the bottoms of my feet, then my calves, then my upper legs. I eagerly anticipated the next therapeutic touches and he didn't disappoint me.
    Slowly and sensually, in continuous strokes, he massaged my upper inside thighs, then my groin, and finally my balls. The sensation was pure ecstasy. I lifted my ass, as he gently and softly caressed my cock, then my balls, and finally the base of my scrotum. I couldn't get enough of his warm, silky wet hands.
    Wetting his hands with oil again, he slowly slid the edge of his hand up and down my ass-crack. Oh, Christ, I thought, I'm going to faint from this pure sensation. With the other hand, he continued to stroke my cock and gently pull on my balls. I was in heaven, lovely sensual heaven . . .
    "Hmm, your hole is tight, very tight," he whispered as he rubbed a finger over and around it. "Do you want me to relax it with some stretching and probing?"
    Did I want it? Fucking asshole, that was all I could think of. "Yes, yes I do," I moaned. Then I suddenly remembered my fantasy concern in the restroom, could I take his mammoth ass-plunger? I needed to see just how big it was. Slowly I turned over. Oh Christ, there it was in all its glory. Sticking straight out at what had to be over 11 inches, thick like a dock rope, with just the hint of his slit poking out of his foreskin, glistening with creamy drops of precum. His balls had pulled up closer to his groin and he had that determined look of lust in his eyes.
     
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    With his oiled fingers he pushed against my hole, slowly working his way in, deeper and deeper, first one finger, then two, and finally three. I arched my back in sheer ecstasy, closing my eyes, concentrating on nothing but his sensuous fingers fucking of my ass. Slowly he lifted my legs and wrapped them around his waist, as I felt the tip of his massive crown rub against my lubricated hole. I breathed deeply, both anxious and eager, hoping to relax for the assault I knew was coming. God, it was big...so fucking big, as he slowly, relentlessly pushed his crown into my stretching anus. I gritted my teeth and strained. I couldn't take any more of it...and then he was in, that steel helmet had breached my unguarded entrance. He opened his mouth and moaned, taking a moment to relax.
    I sighed and relaxed a little myself. Slowly he began to stuff me, pumping his massive shaft back and forth, in and out. Oh fuck, it was good, his hard, thick rod pushing its way deeper and deeper into me, his wet balls slapping against my butt checks, and his swollen lips licking and nibbling my chest and erect nipples. Such power, such force. I laced my fingers through his soft blond hair and grabbing his scalp, I opened completely to him, giving in completely to the carnal lust, as he gorged his full eleven plus inches into me.
    He moaned with a crazed look in his face. "Oh, man, you're so fucking good, so tight around me!. . . I can't get enough of your ass, Lorris." As he pumped and strained to push his cock even deeper, I could feel his power swelling up in his balls and rushing to fulfil its destiny. His entire body was squirming over me, rubbing me into sheer delight. Reaching under my leg, I gently caressed his balls, now tightly pulled against him. Groaning, he arched his torso and rolled back his eyes, teetering on the edge, then shuddering uncontrollably, lost in the fiery eruption of his climax. I could feel his penis throbbing deep within me, shooting cum in jolt after jolt, drenching my insides. A last shudder emptied his balls and he fell upon me, breathing deeply, completely limp in my arms.
    After what seemed like an eternity of bliss, of soft kisses, of caressing hugs and tender exchanges of thanks, he slipped his flaccid dick out of me and slowly sat up. I was anything but flaccid. I lay before him with a huge erection. Jesus, you could run a flag up it. My cock had been erect since I first laid on the bed. Now with Trevor off of me, it expanded to length and thickness I had rather rarely seen before, 9 inches of throbbing, hot meat arching over my stomach.
    "Damn it, Lorris, you're beautiful. Now it's my turn to please you," he softly said as he held my aching shaft in his hands. Slowly pumping it, he suckled my balls and ball-sack. Oh Christ, I thought, I was in fucking paradise.
    Slowly his tongue licked up my rigid shaft, until his lips were at the base of my crown. Holding the base of my cock in his hand, his tongue ran up and down along my shaft in long even strokes, until his lips hesitated again at the base of my cockhead. He slowly and sensuously slid his wet lips around my crown, licking his tongue over my head and coming to rest on top of my glistening cockslit. Pausing, he opened his mouth and tenderly enveloped my swollen cap in his warm and wet lips. I nearly passed out from the pleasure, my whole being was focused on the tip of my cock.
    After softly sucking on my crown, he went down on my shaft, engulfing my cock in his luscious cistern of juices. He knew how to suck. No whimpering licks or silly dry kisses, but deep, wet, drenching sucks on my cock, balls, and scrotum. Oh God, he was fantastic. I was in rapture, moaning and squirming in ecstasy. I couldn't get enough of his mouth.
    I could feel my climax building with each luscious suck of Trevor's mouth and tight lips. I breathed deeply, tensed. "Oh, FUCK! FUCK!" I cried, and with broken gasps of breath, I erupted in cascades of creamy cum, my cock squirting in spasms as it pumped his succulent mouth. Still he sucked me. Disgorging my balls of their sweet cream, Trevor lovingly sucked me dry. I gasped moans of delight as the pleasures rippled and dissipated through me. Slowly I relaxed and went limp. Snuggling together, we rested in each other's arms, listening to the sounds of the night whispering through his open window.
    After lightly dozing, I whispered, "Unfortunately, I have to leave early tomorrow morning. I suppose I should get dressed and head back to the hotel."
    "Why don't you stay here tonight, instead, and catch a later flight?" he whispered back, turning and looking at me with those soft blue-green eyes.
    "Oh, I couldn't do that," I quickly retorted. "Besides, you have to work tomorrow." I held my serious face as long as I could, before we both laughed and started horsing around again. Of course I stayed. I didn't fall off of the turnip truck yesterday.
    We made love all through the night, sometime gently, sometimes with a little butch thrown in to spice it up. His ass was better than I imagined, a luscious, buttery sheath that enveloped my cock, tightening and relaxing in concert with my pounding rhythm. I couldn't get enough of him, fucking him on the bed, leaning him over the dresser, straddling his ass while he was on his back pointing his butt up to the ceiling. He was equally demanding of me, assaulting me from every position and angle, ramming me until his cock and my hole melded together.
    By morning, we were completely spent and exhausted. Trevor called in sick and I rescheduled my flight to late afternoon, hoping my sore ass would let me walk by then. In the shower together, we giggled with delight as we soaped and rubbed each other under the warm spray. When the lust came over us again, we fucked as if it were the first time. If you haven't done it in a shower, with a cool spray of water hitting you, well, just try it.
    Dressing and getting ready to leave, we hugged and kissed, and hugged and kissed some more. When my cab finally arrived, it was all we could do to say good-bye... On the way to the airport, the cab driver asked how I liked the city. I had to tell him I didn't know, I'd been in meetings ever since I got here three days ago. He said he was sorry, in the fall the city was very scenic. I thanked him for the information and sat in the back seat smiling, thinking that, as long as Trevor lived here, prisoner in his bed, I would never manage to see this city...
     
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    The end.

    That is it... I wrote it when I met a Danish guy whose handsomeness is still a thrill for me; his name was Bjarku... he was a student at European Studies in Aarhus. I even had his phone number. Where are you, Bjarku, man, where are you ;) ?...
     
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    A lengthier story than I usually read but well worth it!:smile:!
     
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