with my eyes as I remarked his thick, bulging thighs and tight, firm cantaloupe ass cheeks. His calves were equally muscular, strewn with sinewy muscle that formed bricks on the backs of his legs below the knees.

As he crouched and opened the front of the large photocopier in our office, I couldn’t help but imagine what it would be like to be down there with him, curled around his rock-hard body, running my hands all along his back, around his ribs, and up onto his solid pecs. I wondered how it would feel to grind my hard cock against those ball-breaker ass cheeks of his while I kissed and nibbled at the back of his neck.

I wondered how it would feel to free him of that undersized shirt, and massage his chest and shoulders while suckling his nipples and tracing the patterns of his washboard abs with my tongue.

I fantasized about what it would take to lure him back into my office, to lock the door, and to get him to drop those snug, navy work-shorts and show me the huge log of man-meat I knew he had trapped inside.

I wondered how it would feel to have him tear me free of my business suit, throw me down on my oversized oak desk, and ram his man-lumber deep into my bowels.

And at this, I realized my cock was tenting my gray pleated plants quite noticeably as I gazed at the working repairman with fixed eyes, licking my lips and subtly gyrating my hips. Snapped back to reality, I gave a quick glance around the area to see which, if any, of my coworkers had noticed my fixation. Fortunately, they all seemed preoccupied with other tasks, and I was the only one focused solely on the hot, young serviceman.

Not wanting to leave, but understanding the need to tear myself away immediately, before my condition worsened, I forced myself to turn and head into my office. Stealing one last quick glance at the Adonis down on his knees on the thick berber carpet of our office floor, I bit my lip, sighed a defeated sigh, and retired to my office, easing the door shut and flipping the latch down.

I tried to clear my mind of the fantastic visions still running through my head. “God I need to get laid more often,” I sighed to myself as I tried to make light of my condition.

But it was no use. No thought would hold in my head save one – that of that gorgeous hunk of a Xerox guy, nude, and rubbing his firm, muscled body all over mine. I closed my eyes and gave in to the fantasy.

As he descended on me, taking my cock between his lips, my fingers fumbled open my fly and retrieved my rock-hard prick from my gray pleated pants. My hand rose and fell with the motions of Jonesy’s mouth, as he sucked me in my fantasy and I stroked myself in my reality.

Then Jonesy was up and turning, presenting that plump, puckered ass hole of his, right to my face. I licked and suckled his hole, rimming his ass and prepping him up to receive my cock. As he leaned over, jutting his sweet ass in my face, he kept his hands on my cock, pumping me with long, slow, powerful strokes.

He pulled away and sat atop my lap, skewering himself atop my throbbing