ATF Alternate Universe
Sequel to Tumbling Out and Tumbling Out, Too
"I can't believe we're doin' this, Chris," Vin began."You're the one who sent me the e-mail telling me that you wanted, no, NEEDED me," Chris returned.
"Yeah, but HERE?" the sharpshooter questioned. "This is the kind of place Buck would do it with one of the secretaries."
"I think the boys were getting a bit suspicious after our last private meeting in my office, Vin," the blond explained.
"So why, here?" Vin asked, still confused.
"Look, you want to keep asking questions or you wanna get fucked?" Chris asked, pulling his hard cock out of his pants.
Vin, seeing the gleam in Chris's eye and the thick shaft in his hand, quickly pushed all questions out of his mind and pulled down his pants.
"That's what I thought," the older man muttered, gently turning Vin around so that he leaned against the sink.
Finding the bottle of liquid soap, Chris put a small amount into the palm of his hand and coated his length. Then he squeezed a little more of it out and used it to lubricate Vin's tight opening, inserting a finger to gently spread the soap around.
"Oh, yeah, Chris, that feels so good," Vin moaned, squirming around, squeezing himself around the digit.
"You think that feels good," Chris began. "How about this?" he grunted, shoving himself into the younger man's body.
"OH! YEAH!" he cried out, pushing himself back onto Chris's length. "Give it to me, Chris!"
Chris pulled Vin's cheeks open wider as he began to pump his hips, thrusting fast and furious into the sharpshooter's body. Holding on to the porcelain with one hand, Vin began stroking himself with the other, trying to keep in time with his boss's rhythm.
"That's it, Vin," Chris encouraged. "Come on," he added, closing his eyes and gritting his teeth as the pleasure and pain enveloped him, as he felt his impending orgasm.
"Oh, God, Chris!" Vin cried out as his release came, his hot juices spurting into the sink below him.
"Yeah, Vin," Chris got out. "Sure feels Divine," he added, his own seed jetting into his lover's body.
The two men recovered quickly as the door handle jiggled. Chris zipped his pants up and turned around just as Buck opened the door and poked his head into the janitor's closet.
"Geez, Chris," the mustached agent began. "We gonna have to set up a schedule or somethin'?"
THE END
Continued in Tumbling Out, of Range