A suit of armor, complete with helmet and sword, could have been what he was wearing for the layers of clothing the man had on. Of course it was modern times, which called for a suit, tie and briefcase, but it was still too much. A man in tight white briefs is the best, a treasure worthy of a king.
He sighed. An average guy himself - medium build, on the lean side, brown hair and eyes - he could not hold any fault against the guy, especially since he wanted so desperately to hold something more private against the perfect model of a man. Besides, there were skills in his repertoire, talents to his advantage. He could undress the best of them at a single glance.
"Mr. Lawrence, are you with me here?"
"Grenit," the lawyer said coming back to himself. "Call me Grenit."
"Call me Forrester." The smile was beatific, made every inch of his face light up. "Family name, too?"
"Mmmm, yes." He wanted to close his eyes, imagine Forrester in his shorts. Not the boxer variety, but skin-tight whites, tighty whities. The kind that snug so close, every centimeter is adored and available for praise. Grenit Lawrence knew he had to watch this client, because it was Forrester Sterns. Dreaming defeated the purpose when your fantasy man stood in the flesh. He licked his lips and swallowed. So close, blood pumping, heart racing, cock hard flesh waited, for what was seated within arm's reach. He leaned forward. Smelled good enough to eat. "You were saying."
Forrester nodded. His mouth drew into a firm line. "I had just finished the last day of the Spring shoot."
"Calvin Klein?"
"Yeah, and I get this note from my bastard Promotional Manager that he and his wife took off for Argentina with my money. My fucking money!" Forrester Sterns stood and pushed away from the table. He paced and ran his hands through his hair. His whole demeanor was one of anger. "I knew I shouldn't have trusted him. Felt it from the first. But no, I had to go whole hog and accept this crazy agreement from the first shmuck I met. Because I was so excited to finally hit pay dirt and become one of Calvin's Bod Men."
Grenit watched the man move. Like a pacing cat. And so model-perfect in every way. Eyes glued to each and every action. Personally, he could feel for the guy and his trauma. Though he tried not to become too involved with clients, his body tossed out today's regular protocol. It ached. His cock primed, straining for touch beneath the walnut table. His lips tightened, he wanted more than a day staring at clients coming in and out, just wondering about possibilities. For once, he wanted it all. The words tumbled out before he could edit them: "What does your wife say about the issue?"
Forrester Sterns stopped cold in his tracks. His head turned slowly toward Grenit. Dark eyes showed surprise. "I'm not married."
"Sorry," said Grenit, ducking his head and looking at the pad of paper in front of him. The notes were barely legible, but he'd remember every word of this meeting. He had pictures of this guy snipped from every publication he had ever seen him in, stashed in a file folder in his bottom drawer. He knew every inch of the man, with his Latin mother and Connecticut-tycoon father. "Girlfriend?"
Footsteps paced to the table. Forrester leaned toward the lawyer and waited for him to look up. When their eyes locked, he said, "None. You?"
Taking his time to respond, Grenit placed the pencil he had been holding down on the pad and licked his lips thoughtfully. "I am not engaged in a relationship at this time."
Forrester's body leaned in closer. It brought his head to within a foot of Grenit's. "Does it have to be a relationship?"
"No. I love a good fuck."
"That door lock?"
"Already done. The minute you walked in the door. Told them to hold my calls and I slid the bolt."
"You have a bolt."
"Big one."
"Presumptuous of you."
"Wishful thinking."
Forrester pushed back from the table and walked to the window, slow this time. When he turned, it was a classic model turn and Grenit felt his breath hitch. Who is predator and who is prey?
The suit of armor - suit, tie and shirt- slowly, with meticulous movement, slide to the floor, until all Forrester stood in was his whites. The same ones featured in the most recent ad.
"You really wear them."
"Hell, yes! Fit better than leather, unless I'm in the mood." Forrester's hands rubbed over the growing bulge. Cock pushed against the seams, strained to be free. "Strip for me, Grenit. I want to see what you have underneath your prim and proper attire."
Grenit knew what Forrester meant. He was wearing his blue Armani. Classic cut flattered his lean frame, but the Brooks Brothers shirt and Polo tie made him feel like he had recently walked out of a country club social. A little too straight. A little to staid. Sliding the jacket off his shoulders, Grenit laid it over the back of the chair. Tie and shirt followed. As he slide off his shoes and unbuckled his belt, hands stopped him.
"Let me." Beautiful, long fingers, nimbly worked the zipper down, even with the erection straining the cloth to capacity.
"Great Lobster, they should call you the Tuna man."
A corner of Grenit's mouth quirked into a smile. "They did in college. My fraternity nicknamed me Big Tuna."
"Nothing like truth in advertising." Forrester grabbed Grenit's arm and pulled their bodies together. "Open your mouth."
Grenit obliged, and Forrester's tongue dove in without preamble. His own responded to the challenge and it was like some kind of mythical battle, except it was two men fighting in their underwear, hands grappling, twisting and grabbing for leverage, and they fought for the right to fuck first.
Forrester shoved his body weight against Grenit, but Grenit held on. Pulling his face away, Forrester's teeth bared in a competitive grin. "Wrestle in college?"
"Yes," said Grenit as he swept his leg around the other man's and brought him down hard on the walnut table. "Study Kenpo too. In my free time."
"Who has free time? After what that bastard did to me, I'm broke too. Shit!"
"I don't want your money."
"What do you want?" There was a hint of vulnerability to Forrester's voice. Bravado faded away.
Grenit lowered his body onto Forrester's and ground his groin. It was an answer, and it was a question.
"Yes." Forrester breathed the word out against Grenit's skin.
Pinning Forrester's arms against the hard table. Grenit moved his cotton clad cock against Forrester's. Underwear to underwear they dry fucked, humped each other like two newbies out for one night.
"Need more. Please, don't want to come yet," panted Forrester.
"Make me."
The challenge hung between them, but Forrester had more bulk. He flipped Grenit, forced him down on the unforgiving walnut. The breath whooshed out of Grenit and he fought to catch it as Forrester pushed up from the table and reached for his whites.
"No, please leave them on. I have an -"
"Affinity for them. No shit! Why do you think I do underwear ads. I can't get enough of them. I'd spend every cent I had for the stuff if I didn't get some for free. Besides, if I could walk around in a world all day and night clad only in the damn things I'd be delighted, but it goes both ways. Few people are willing to play by that rule too."
"I will."
"Good. Shut up and learn."
Forrester pulled Calvin Klein's from his frame. Cock swung free, so erect and hard that drops of jism ran from the top.
Mouth hung open. Grenit's body screamed for a taste. Wanted it so badly, he felt himself reach toward Forrester. It astounded him. He thought it had been underwear only, but Forrester was so hot, the attraction was definitely tangible.
Grenit's arm grabbed Forrester and pulled, made him stumble as Forrester worked to yank the whites up.
"Shit Grenit. Watch it. I almost beaned myself on your walnuts."
"I want to taste."
"Oh yeah. Well, later, I want to cut my groove too and I'm not eighteen any more."
Grenit knew the look on his face was disappointed. He tried to make his words make up for it. "You're the sexiest Bod in the Klein's. I have every ad. Besides, I don't want a teenager. I want a man."
Forrester put his hand behind Grenit's neck and pulled his face to him. "Yeah okay. We'll have time for everything. Remember, I booked a two hour appointment."
Grenit smiled. Forrester's lips landed on his before he could finish the grin.
Their tongues licked, tasted and dueled. Mouths chewed and ate avidly at each other.
Forrester's hand reached in through the slot and withdrew Grenit's cock. It was heavy and wide, and so anxious for action that it gave a half hearted spurt.
"Easy big boy. Let's give you a safe, before you slide into home."
"What the -" Grenit watched as Forrester retrieved a condom from his suit jacket, placed it into his mouth and rolled it down Grenit's cock. Forrester's mouth worked all the way down to the root, took time snugging the condom, oh, so right!
Sinking a hand into Forrester's hair, Grenit let himself enjoy the ministration. Tongue, teeth and throat worked over down to the slot in his tight, white underwear. Heavenly, but he didn't want to come, now that he knew more was afoot.
Forrester's mouth lifted, left a trail of spit behind. He gave Grenit his hand and eased him off the table. Then he turned around and braced his arms against the walnut. Ass up, underwear turned, and waited.
Grenit wet his lips. This was one of his fantasies. Flip the underwear, enjoy the hatch - twice over - one of cotton, one of flesh. Pure sex and sensation with the star in the flesh.
Guiding his cock to the hole, he pushed aside layers of cotton. Grenit's hands shook but his cock had a steadiness, a readiness that led both of them. Reaching the gate to flesh's oblivion, Grenit pushed gently and the spit eased his width in an inch.
"More." The words were tight. Part command. And all need.
Rocketing his hips forward, Grenit shoved his cock into Forrester until he sat to the hilt. Held himself there, and looked down. They were cotton to cotton and skin to skin. His cock throbbed with a need to come. "Not yet." The visual was intense. Grenit counted his breaths, guarded his control as he reached around with both hands. He scooped Forrester's cotton covered balls into one hand and grabbed the cotton outlined dick with the other.
"Yes, Grenit. Through the whites. Just like that."
Grenit pushed his hips back and drove in again, hard. Never quite pulling all the way out, he riveted like a piston. Pumped in and out of Forrester's hole; pushed and heaved it wider to accommodate his size, as he fondled, squeezed and worked Forrester's private pump and precious jewels.
Reality was too big to contain. Too awesome in its experience.
Orgasm hit Grenit and he came with a cry. Cock heaved, spewed like he never come before.
"Grenit?"
Hands dropped away from Forrester's front as Grenit grasped Forrester's hips to pump out one last hit. He finally leaned his head against the other man's back and sighed.
"Ease out, Grenit. My turn."
Lifting his head, Grenit stared at Forrester's back. But as directed, he pulled his cock out, so weepy and spent by its own tears, that he mourned it. He felt for the loss of their cotton to cotton, skin to skin connection, but was captivated once again by the man who spun him and demanded his attention.
"Strip the skin." Forrester's words were firm.
Grenit pulled the condom from his cock and walked it to the bin. He dropped it in and went back to the walnut table.
Forrester had turned his whites again, so the access was in the front. Pushing Grenit back on the table, Forrester reached down and yanked Grenit's whites to one side.
"You'll ruin them."
"Don't have a spare in the office."
Grenit shook his head. "No."
"I'm surprised Grenit. Hot lean guy like you, obviously athletic, doesn't have morning or afternoon spats to keep energy high."
"Hardly."
"No one else into whites."
"No."
"Well, I am." Forrester yanked down Grenit's whites, practically ripped them from his body and stuffed them into Grenit's mouth. "They won't be misshapen, but it's up to you whether or not they become wet."
Grenit didn't know what to say. He was too shocked. Too stunned. Too turned on.
Forrester grabbed another condom from his suit jacket and covered himself. Then, he pulled Grenit's legs wide and sat himself at wonderland. "Ready?"
Grenit, with the cotton whites stuffed in his mouth, unwilling to shatter the experience nodded. Heart pounded so hard, he thought it might leap out of his chest or send up smoke signals, but Forrester only grinned.
Hips without notice jutted forward and Forrester's cock pushed straight back into Grenit. The cock was thin and long, and hit Grenit so deep that his gut contracted and sent the reverberation through his hole.
"Ah, Grenit."
It was Forrester's turn to pant. They stared at each other. Forrester leaned down and kissed Grenit's mouth full of cotton tight whites and the world spun out of control. Hands mauled each other, until they both had to catch their breath.
It was beyond breath stopping. Because Grenit could not help reaching for Forrester, wrapped his legs around the other man's hips and pulled hard just as Forrester wrapped his hand around Grenit's sensitive cock and thrust his own hips.
They both cried out. Didn't care who heard, only that they lost themselves in the art of their fuck.
"Suck your whites. Let me see you chew them."
He did as bade. Mouthing and chewing on his whites, Grenit tried not to choke as he felt his cock rouse, harden and give another pump. Sensations were beyond measure as the taste of his own jism from the whites, the cotton themselves, and Forrester wrecked havoc with his senses.
Forrester, manned in his own tight-whites attire worked himself in, out and over Grenit, exploring and scoring every inch.
Grenit didn't want to catalog the intensity, just have it. Had to keep stopping himself from closing his eyes, because he did not want to miss a moment it.
"I love how your body let's me go deep, then guts it at the last minute to hold me tight. Man, I could do this forever."
Grenit's anus tightened. Hips thrust. The thought of having Calvin moments with Forrester forever shoved his cock against Forrester's hands. His body heaved another spray, painful in its close come.
Forrester cried out as Grenit's muscles cranked him, and he shot his load back. Body bucked as he shook on top of Grenit. "I'm still fucking coming."
When Forrester finally pulled out, he stumbled back from the table and had to reach out a hand to steady himself on one of the leather chairs. "Well Counselor, I've decided. You're the lawyer for me. Schedule me in every Monday and Wednesday, and may my case never be solved."
"Hell with that. For you, it's pro bona."
Laughter filled the room.
They cleaned up as best they could. Grenit made a few calls to friends down in Argentina, the type of friends who take care of things without question.
Grenit ended up canceling his appointments for the rest of the day. Forrester made Grenit dig out his clipping file.
They spread the pictures on top of the walnut table and climbed on top.
"Overall, it's the best day I've ever had." Grenit said. "Cotton to cotton and skin to skin."
"Always trust a man who wears Calvin." Forrester winked before his mouth lowered to Grenit's cotton clad cock. He sucked the huge erection and left a slurp of saliva. "Ready, my friend?"
Originally Published November 2006: Simply Sexy