Delivering the Goods

The following story is completely fictional, any relation to anyone living or dead is complete happenstance. Please enjoy and feel free to email me any feedback ([email protected]).

Tunes filled the lab on an early Friday afternoon. Greg was busy setting up for an experiment. He loved working on a Friday afternoon as it was notoriously quiet. Most people were in the office space finishing up desk work, or in other facilities. No one in their right mind set up experiments on a Friday afternoon. It was an unspoken superstition that any experiments set up on Friday would be jinxed and cause you to stay late. They never go according to plan and usually mean you should come in over the weekend. Greg was pushing his luck; he was repeating a surprisingly successful experiment for the 4th time. He was in the middle of preparing fresh reagents, rushing from the fridges, storage cabinets and the bench top. His lab coat flapping around his lean physique. He was really enjoying the music, busting a move between rushing from the sink to get more glassware. Knowing no one would be in the lab let Greg relax and enjoy the busy work. He was almost ready to start the experiment, just one last reagent to prepare. He went to the fridge to find the set of vials. He searched the first shelf. The second shelf. The drawers. The doors. Even the little section that holds eggs.  With each progression in the search, the profanity that streamed from Greg's mouth got louder.

Greg ripped the lab coat off his lean body and rushed from the lab to track down his students. They were hunkered down at their desks. "Hey guys, do you know where the rest of monoclonal got to?" Greg tried not to sound angry.

"Neural? Nope sorry Prof." Adam replied not looking up from his computer. The rest of the students also didn't know where it had gone. "You've been working like a beast, Prof. Sure you didn't finish it?"

Greg ran a hand through his dark brown hair, "I'm sure I didn't. Fuck!" Greg headed off pulling out his phone and dialling the number to the supplier as he walked into his office and closed the door.

"It's Professor Greg Lawson. I know it's a Friday afternoon, but what are the chances you can make a delivery by the close of business?" Greg was pacing his office. He paused to squeeze the bike tyre, something to do to calm his anxiety as the lady on the phone put him on hold. Greg rode his road bike into work every day; a chance to blow the cobwebs away, keep fit, and start the adrenaline flowing for the day ahead. Greg had been inordinately successful because of his work ethic and his utter dedication to his work and fitness.

"Are you still there, Professor?"

"I'm not going anywhere..."

"Unfortunately, our drivers have all finished for the day. Were you after the full complement of monoclonal antibodies that you usually order? Or was there just one you were after?" The lady sounded so pleasant that it was hard for Greg to get angry.

"Yes, I will need the full complement, but I kind of need them now. Like later this afternoon."

"Well the good news is, is that they are all in stock. So, shall I have them sent out to you Monday morning?"

"Sorry, am I not making myself clear?" Greg asked tersely.

"I'm sorry Professor, there is nothing I can do."

Greg snapped, "Sorry, I'm not accepting that answer. I spend a fortune every year with your company. Put me through to someone in the logistics division." The woman began to interrupt, "Put me through now. Preferably to someone with a car!"

Greg heard the sharp intake of breath and the sound of his phone been patched through.

"This is Daniel." There was a crunch as Daniel ate an apple.

"Daniel. I'm from Howard University. I know it is late in the day, but I need an urgent delivery. I am in the middle of a critical experiment and we have run out of one of our monoclonal antibodies. What will it take to get it delivered here today? Anytime today." Greg was still pacing his office. Zipping up his gym bag, making sure that his sweaty gym clothes were safely away after his lunchtime class.

"Sorry, may I ask who I am talking to?" Daniel asked between a mouthful of apple.

"Professor Greg Lawson"

There was an intake of breath on the other end of the phone and Daniel started choking on his apple. "S-s-sorry Professor. You basically keep this business alive." On the other end of the phone, Daniel sat up in his chair, threw the rest of the apple in the bin and adjusted his polo shirt. Daniel had been going to CrossFit classes nearly twice a day for the last 10 years. One of the consequences was his work uniform polo strangled his bulging biceps. "Do you need your usual order, or do you just want one particular antibody? It looks like everything is in stock."

"I will take them all. Anything to avoid this fucking mess. Sorry - I know it's not your fault. Just at the point in an experiment where I either lose a week's worth of work or I finally confirm some interesting findings."

"All the delivery drivers have left for the day - but" Daniel said before Greg could erupt, "I am happy to transport it."

"Thank you, Daniel. I really appreciate you doing this for me."

"But listen, mate, you need to understand that this is against company policy and when we say we can't deliver it, it means we can't deliver it." Daniel was getting a little stern. He ran his hands along his head making sure all his hair was still tied up in a tight bun. He had light brown hair that he kept trimmed really close to the scalp on the sides, but left the top long that he usually kept tied in a top-knot.

"I understand that, Daniel." Greg's teeth started to clench. Who the fuck is this kid giving me a lecture? He wouldn't have a job if it weren't for me. "I don't want to push the…friendship but any idea when you can be here?"

"Look, I can leave around 5. You're in luck that Howard University is near my gym so I will finally be early for class for a change." Daniel was typing away on the computer, processing the order.

"I'm glad that we can both get something out of this. Which gym do you go too?" Greg was wondering whether he went to the gym on the university campus, which could mean Greg may know who he was.

"The CrossFit gym on Lyric Rd, do you know it? It’s been around for about 10 years."

"I know of it, but I have never bothered to try CrossFit. My schedule sort of demands that my training regime needs to be flexible. So, I ride to work and probably spend too much time at the gym, rather than the lab. What's the gym like?"

"I have been there since the start, so I guess I don't know anything different. But the trainers are a little manic. Makes for interesting sessions. If I'm honest, I haven't been able to sit properly or put a shirt on comfortably since I started." Daniel laughed down the phone. It sounded so warm and genuine.

"That can only mean results, right?" Greg replied, smiling as images of a rather sculpted and defined guy formed in his mind's eye. He really didn't have the time to get distracted by fantasies, but the more stressed he got, the hornier he became.

"If results mean the work polo shirts now cut off circulation to my arms because my biceps are bigger than the arm holes? Then yeah, I will take that as results." Daniel laughed again. "Order is all processed. I will call you on this number when I get on campus?"

Greg's mouth had gone dry from the images of an Adonis bulging out of a polo shirt, "Y-yeah. Please. I'm in building 75, so take the second entrance. The campus will be pretty dead so you should be able to park near the building."

"Okay. Thank you. Professor. I will call you after 5."

Greg sat down at his desk. Still enjoying all the mental images of what Daniel might look like. The images of this lean, defined, broad-shouldered man completely swamped Greg's mind. He rubbed his face, trying to regain concentration as he became aware of how tight his chinos were getting. He moaned a little, regretting not rubbing one out when he woke up this morning. Greg was half-tempted to escape off to the toilet to bust a nut. He was starting to worry about how he was going to be in a couple of hours when Daniel arrived. He looked at his watch and realised he had no time. He had to finish getting everything ready in the lab or else he would be here late. Again.

Greg spent the rest of the afternoon in the lab, mind swarming with delicious images of an imaginary Daniel. He was lucky he was in his lab coat to hide his hardened-cock sliding down his pant-leg. He couldn't believe he hadn't packed underwear this morning. He almost wore his bike shorts under his chinos, but knew it would be too obvious. He decided that he could rely on a lab coat for the day. The hornier he got the more he worked. I guess this was how Greg had achieved so much at such a young age - channelling his frustrations into something productive. Greg's students guiltily dropped by the lab to say goodbye and invite him for drinks. Greg gave them a withering look, "If I finish early enough I will be dying for a drink. You know, back in my day, I would never have left the lab before 10."

His students laughed as they headed-off. They were good students. They just didn't know what they were capable of yet. Greg looked at the time, 5:15. Greg checked his phone. No missed calls. His first thoughts were about missing out on seeing this sculpted specimen of a man. Then he started to get angry about how much time he would have wasted if he didn't get the rest of his reagents. He checked in on his cells, waiting patiently, they were still good for a while longer.

Greg headed back to his desk. The offices all empty. The floor-to-ceiling windows meant that everything was still well-lit. He walked into his office, pulled out an apple and sat down at his computer to check his email. While in his office he took the lights off his bike to charge them - realising that he may need them to get home at this rate. He fossicked around in his gym bag, pushing aside his cycling kit, shoes and other paraphernalia until he found the charging cords. Munching on his apple, he sat back down at his computer and started to read emails had come in. Thirty minutes had passed and still no phone call from Daniel.

It was almost 6pm. Greg checked his phone. Nothing. He decided to call the company which went through its automated message about its opening hours. Anger started to bubble up inside of Greg. He started going through all the possibilities of what he could do to save the experiment. He took another bite of the apple as his phone rang. He nearly jumped and choked on the apple.

He answered the unknown number coughing "G-Greg speaking." His eyes were watering from nearly choking on the apple.

"Hey Professor, It's Daniel. Sorry I am so late; the workout went over. I am just arriving on campus." The sound of his deep warm voice allowed Greg to take a breath and swallow the rest of his apple.

"I expected you earlier. It's after 6. I don't think I made myself quite clear how much I have riding on this experiment." Greg's anger hadn't gone anywhere. "Of course, you don't. I don't expect you to. But if you like to be employed, then I expect far better customer service than this. After 5 is not 6." What the fuck was wrong with him? Why was he so angry? Why was he taking it out on Daniel? "It is incredibly unprofessional that you went to the gym before making the delivery. Those reagents are temperature sensitive. If you have fucked this up then you will be directly affected by my lack of funding." He should have had more than an apple. He was hangry. He scavenged for more food in his office and only found a banana.

"I understand, Professor. It was not my intention to be this late. I cannot express how sorry I am if I have ruined your experiment. I am just pulling into the carpark now." Daniel sounded a little bruised from Greg's outburst.

"I am on my way down to let you in." Greg was at the elevator, punching the button for the ground floor. He hung up and started to unpeel the banana. Greg looked at himself in the walls of the mirrored elevator. He ran his hand through his hair, adjusted his lab coat and stepped out of the elevator, eating the banana.

He walked towards the entrance to the building. Fortunately, he was chewing on the banana as he saw Daniel. It had to be Daniel, he was carrying boxes and he was wearing gym clothes. Greg kept chewing to stop his mouth from falling open and drooling as Daniel approached the door. He hadn't seen Greg yet, so he could enjoy ogling him. He looked like some sort of Under Armour model - the classic black Under Armour tank top, black shorts, black socks and black Cross-Fit shoes. He filled the tank top to perfection, he wasn't kidding when he mentioned how hard it must be for him to find polo shirts that fit his biceps. The shorts were having a hard-time fitting around his powerful legs. He was absolutely stunning with dark brown hair, shaved sides and a tight man-bun. On most guys this usually looks goofy, but with Daniel's tanned complexion, stubble over a jaw line that looked like it was carved from stone, he just oozed a calm self-assured nature.

Daniel looked up and saw Greg approaching the glass sliding doors to the building. He wasn't hard to miss - no one else was around and he was in a bright white lab coat. Daniel was completely shocked at how young Greg looked - being a professor he expected him to be like 60. Not that he sounded old on the phone, but the stories he had heard about this professor from Howard University and what he had accomplished. The rumours were that he received a massive multi-million-dollar grant from a private investor to get his research up-and-running in humans. But the man before him looked only slightly older than himself. He was wearing a pair of light coloured chinos that really showed off his long-fit legs. Even though his lab coat was buttoned up at the front, Daniel could see he was wearing a beautifully tailored pale blue shirt that was tucked into his chinos showing off his flat stomach and deceptively broad chest under the lab coat. He had light brown hair that was quite long - ending halfway between his ears and shoulder. He was lucky to have such luscious thick hair that seemed to just stay in place. He a couple of days growth on his face and was wearing a pair of tortoise-shell spectacles. He looked like he had walked off the cover of a fashion magazine.

As they made eye contact they smiled at each other. Greg had to remember that he was angry with Daniel. And once again he had to be thankful about the lab coat because his cock was starting to throb. Daniel was more attractive than he had imagined, and now all those sordid images from earlier in the day were starting to come back to him. But now with Daniel's features, his strong arms, fuzzy powerful legs and a torso that probably looked like a mountain range.

Greg opened the sliding doors for Daniel. "Daniel, isn't it?" He instinctively held out his hand, until he realised that Daniel's hands were full. He quickly covered it up - "Can I take anything?"

"Hi Professor - again I am really sorry I am late." Daniel said looking quite solemn, "It's okay professor, I've got it."

"You're here and I don't think any harm has been done yet." Greg took the top box from Daniel, ignoring what he said. "I am up on the top floor." Leading Daniel over to the elevator.

There was some awkward silence as they waited at the elevator. Greg was trying to stop all the images rolling past his mind's eye. It didn't help when he saw Daniel's round, firm, muscular ass being hugged by the material of his shorts. The elevator doors opened, "After you" Greg said. Any excuse to see Daniel walk in front of him. Watching his ass cheeks contract and sway.

"Where is everybody?" Daniel asked as they stepped into the library.

"It's after 6 on a Friday night. Most people have probably left to start their weekends."

"Then why are you still here?" Daniel asked, with a slightly cheeky grin. The elevator arrived and they walked in, hitting the button for the top floor.

"Because you can't get good help." Greg sighed a little as the elevator ascended. "The work won't do itself."

"But you're a professor, right? I thought that meant you just, like, got to tell people what to do."

Greg laughed a little, "Maybe at some stage. I run a big lab, but everyone has their own projects really. And there are certain things that only I do. And the research has been getting really interesting lately."

Daniel glazed over a little bit, "You should make your lab work harder so you aren't the only one left doing the work."

"I like the work." Greg smiled. "Keeps life interesting." The elevator doors opened and Greg led the way.

Daniel was glad that he was holding the box in front of his gym shorts. This professor was hot as fuck and Daniel always got horny after he finished at the gym. His cock was starting to throb after checking out Greg. And even though the lab coat was covering most of his frame, he could tell that there was a damn nice body under those clothes. It didn't help that Daniel was always turned on by intelligence.

Greg opened the door to the office space and led him into his office. It was neat and organised with a central round table, a wall of bookshelves full of books, awards, photos and other trinkets and on the other wall a long desk with neat piles of papers and his workstation. Leaning against the bookshelf was Greg's road bike and his gym bag next to it.

"Damn nice bike" Daniel said as he put the boxes on the table and went over to look at it.

Greg smiled, "Yeah. One of the perks of being a professor I guess." Greg put the box down. "Do you ride?"

"Yeah I try and get out when I can. Nothing competitive. Just something social. Do you ride to work every day?"

"Rain, hail or shine. Helps me think and it’s not too far. Where do you normally ride?"

"I prefer riding the hills. It’s usually quiet - less cars around than anywhere near the coast. The sun is already setting, don't you worry about riding home in the dark?"

"Nah, the lights are pretty decent. And there is usually less traffic - I won't be out of here until 11 once I get this experiment going." Greg went to pick up the boxes to take them into the lab.

"Let me help" Daniel said, picking up the other box. "Your dedication to your job is an inspiration!"

"Its probably a little sad actually." They headed in to the lab.

"Woah this is super cool! It's like I'm in CSI." Daniel was in awe looking around at the huge lab space. Full of glassware and pieces of equipment.

Greg laughed as he walked over to a bench and put the box down. "That's cute."

"You're not so bad yourself" Daniel had that cheeky grin on his face again. He had no fucking clue why those words had come out of his mouth, but he had to go with it. Daniel saw the strange quizzical look on Greg's face. "Sorry, I have no fucking idea why I said that. I think I'm just really hungry after the gym."

Greg's look actually masked the amazement that this stud would pay him a compliment. He would not have dreamed that Daniel was gay. Actually, that's a lie. It would be a dream he would have later when he got home and enjoyed stroking his cock thinking about Daniel. But for it to be a reality - that was bizarre.

"You should have said something. I get notoriously hungry, so I always keep my office stocked with snacks. Come with me - we can't have your hard work start to disappear." Daniel wasn't the only one that could give a cheeky grin.

What the fuck? Thought Daniel. Was that a compliment he just paid me?

"You sure? I don't want to keep you away from your work. It sounds like you have a late night ahead of you, I don't want to distract you." Daniel followed Greg.

"Everyone needs a distraction every now and again, Daniel. And it is the least I can do for you - you made a personal delivery for me."

Back in the office, Greg opened a cupboard under his desk. It was stocked with fruit, muesli bars and other snacks. "Help yourself."

Greg sat down at his desk, as Daniel went through the cupboard. "Shit I feel really bad, but I am starving." He stood up unpeeling a banana.

Greg couldn't keep the smile off his face as he watched Daniel. Wondering if he realised how awkward this could get. Daniel placed a large portion in his mouth before biting. Greg had to close his legs as his dick started to get hard again - realising how much Daniel could take.

"Don't be silly. I guess I better process this invoice so you can be on your way?" Greg went into his email to find the invoice.

"Nah man you don't need to do that now. There is no rush." His mouth was full of banana. He leaned back on table. "Damn this is a good banana."

"You are certainly making short work of it. I'm sorry I have taken up so much of your Friday night. I am sure you had much better plans than working so late."

Daniel put the rest of the banana in his mouth as he shook his head, "Nah it's all good. It was nice to finally meet the infamous professor. You are pretty famous at work. And other than the gym, my night was going to be quiet."

Greg couldn't help but blush, "I hope I don't cause too many problems at work. I know I can be pretty grumpy."

"You're famous, according to the ladies that work at reception, for being this insanely good-looking, young, and successful professor. The way some of them talk about you, it makes me wonder if they have pin ups of you somewhere on their desks." Daniel sounded a little jealous. He wished there were men at work that could openly fawn over him the way the ladies do.

"Psh, I don't know where they get their information from. And they should probably spend some time looking a little closer to home." Greg nodded at Daniel's physique. Without the boxes to hide behind, it was obvious that Daniel was incredibly fit. He had massive defined thighs that stretched his gym shorts, a small waist, where his tank top clung to his torso. Showing off his defined pecs and broad shoulders.

Daniel laughed, "They know not to waste their time." Daniel threw his banana peel in the bin and started chewing on a muesli bar. Greg opened his mouth to involuntarily react to Daniel not accepting the complement - in disbelief that this handsome stud did not recognise what he was packing. "They know I am gay."

That made Greg close his mouth. He had not expected Daniel to be so open. "And I guess the boys at work are too far in the closet to let you know how much they appreciate your hard work?"

"So its not just this science stuff you're good at?" Daniel playfully shoved Greg's shoulder as he threw more of his rubbish in the bin.

Greg smiled, "I guess not." Greg let the awkward silence hang. He was pretty jealous that Daniel was so open about his sexuality. Greg still used his work as an excuse to hide the fact. Hide from whom he still hadn't figured out.

"And I guess you just hide behind your lab coat?" Daniel grinned at Greg. Now that he had eaten, he had calmed down and his confidence had returned with a vengeance. He wasn't leaving Greg's office until he got what he wanted. "Don't look so shocked. You might think that you are pretty clever and careful, but I know when I guy is undressing me with his eyes."

Greg continued to blush and looked up at Daniel from his chair, "I didn’t think I was the only clever one in the room. And forgive me, but you are absolutely gorgeous to look at. Seriously, absolute perfection."

Daniel's heart started to beat faster, he spread his legs a little wider as he felt Greg's intense gaze rove all over his body, pausing on his biceps, his pecs, his strong jaw. "You are too kind Professor, at least now I know where to come if I need a pick-me-up."

Greg swallowed as his mouth went dry with nerves. He could feel his cock getting harder and sliding down his pant leg. He couldn't believe how horny he was, how much Daniel was getting his blood pulsing. He could feel his professionalism, his careful nature slipping away. Greg let his lab coat fall open; with nothing covering his crotch his hardening cock was obvious under his tight chinos.

Daniel's mouth went dry as he saw Greg's thick, hard cock under his chinos. Daniel felt his knees go a little weak as he thought about how incredibly sexy this guy was. The confidence he had to basically flaunt his hard meat. Before Daniel's mind could catch up with his physiological response and remembering that he had no underwear on under his gym shorts. Both he and Greg looked down as Daniel's cock was trying to escape from his shorts, its damp head peeking out the side.

"And here I was thinking I was the only one shameless enough not to wear underwear," Greg smiled and spread his legs a bit as his cock started to throb at the site of Daniel's cock head.

"At least I have an excuse, professor!" Daniel grinned and went to rearrange and put his cock back in his shorts as it got harder, pulling up the shorts.

"Don't touch it" Greg said, grinning at Daniel. Seeing his cock get harder and harder was making his cock start to ooze a little. "And I forgot to pack mine this morning. I only realised when I got to work and changed out of my cycling gear. Now close the door.

Daniel let out a little laugh, pushed himself off the table and walked to the door and pushed it closed. His thick meat now fully exposed by him walking. It looked heavy and hard with veins running along its length. "Any other orders, professor?"

"Not yet," Greg stood up as a wet spot started to appear on his chinos. He took a step towards Daniel and put an arm around his waist, pulling him toward him as he locked his lips around Daniel's. Daniel quickly wrapped his arms around Greg and pulled him in harder. Kissing him, tasting him, inhaling his scent. Greg could feel Daniel's naked hard cock rub between them as Daniel slide his hands down his back and grabbed Greg's muscular ass.

"Holy fuck man, what are you hiding under those clothes?" Daniel grabbed Greg's lab coat and pulled it back off his body, pinning his arms back. Daniel spread his hands over Greg's chest, marvelling at the hard pecs under the shirt. His hands roamed down his body, feeling his abs as his hands landed on his belt buckle. One of Daniel's hands ventured further down, over Greg's belt and down his leg. Greg let out a guttural moan as Daniel's hand gripped his cock through his chinos. The pre-cum leaking from the head, leaving decent wet spot.

With a well-practiced flick of his wrist, Daniel had Greg's belt undone, unzipped his pants and was sinking down to his knees as he pulled Greg's pants down to his ankles. A juicy eight-inch cock was unleashed and swung in front of Daniel's face. The head of Greg's cock was wet with precum and the scent washed over Daniel as he grabbed hold of it with both his hands

"Fuck man how did you keep this thing hidden all day?" Daniel ran his tongue the length of Greg's cock, making him groan and go slightly weak at the knees. Greg leant back onto the table as Daniel looked up at him. "That's what the lab coat is for." Greg said as he struggled free of the lab coat, unbuttoned his shirt and ran a hand over Daniel's head. Daniel kept licking the length of Greg's cock, making the precum leak out of if it. The more be tasted Greg's precum, the more his cock throbbed in his shorts. With one hand on Greg's cock, the other hand pulled his own cock out of his shorts. His hard cock sprung free as he started to jerk it and get Greg's cock nice and wet with saliva.

Greg's hands were on the back of Daniel's head as Daniel opened his mouth and took Greg's cock in his mouth, feeling it slide down his throat masterfully. Greg started moaning as he thrust his cock in and out of Daniel's mouth, Daniel looking up at him as his face got fucked. Greg pulled his cock all the way out of Daniel's mouth and lifted him off his knees. Pulling him in close, kissing his hot lips that now tasted of his own cock, they started grinding their cocks against each other.

Greg pulled Daniel's tank top over his head, it got stuck on his biceps as Greg gave it a bit of a tug and it flew off. Greg put his hands-on Daniel's well-defined chest as he continued to kiss him. Flicking his hands over Daniel's hard nipples making him moan. Greg couldn't help but grin as he realised how sensitive Daniel's nipples were. Each time he ran his thumb over his hard-as-stone nipples, he could feel Daniel's cock throb against his own and Daniel grind against him. Daniel had a light coating of fur over his chest and his abs; the stud was fucking ripped. This was a guy that loved to work out and all the benefits that came from many years of hard work.

Greg stopped kissing Daniel as his hands reached the waist band of his shorts. "You are a fucking walking wet dream, Daniel. I feel like I am fucking drunk on how horny you are making me."

"Don't fucking stop professor." Daniel pulled Greg's shirt over his head and was not surprised by the beautiful physique that lay underneath. Greg's body was taught and well-defined from all the cycling and gym work; nowhere near as muscular as Daniel's, but absolutely beautiful. Unlike Daniel, Greg was pretty hairless that made his brown nipples stand out, and show off his defined abs.

"You don't have to tell me twice." Greg pulled Daniel's shorts down and went back to kissing him. He lifted him up onto the table and felt his legs wrap around his waist. There was a grin on Daniel's face, "You didn't even ask, Professor."

Greg had to laugh, "I'm sorry but the moment I saw your fucking gorgeous ass, I couldn't get the thought of me fucking you senseless out of my head."

Daniel spat on his hand and reached down, wrapped his wet hand around Greg's throbbing cock, "Good because I was thinking the same thing" Daniel wiggled his ass closer to Greg's cock, still holding it, guiding it towards his ass. Greg's hands were on Daniel's hips, as he drunk up the look of this stud with his own throbbing cock lying flat against his abs with precum oozing out of it, his chest raising and falling, his bulging biceps.

Greg let his head fall back as he felt his cock start to slide inside of Daniel, starting to push inside of him, "Fuck Professor you feel fucking amazing," He arched his back and slid all the way down his cock letting out this animal-like moan of pleasure as the whole length of Greg entered him. "Oh fuck, fucking pound me!!!"

Greg could feel the hormones take over as he grabbed a hold of Daniel's hips and started thrusting his cock in and out of his ass. It felt so fucking tight and amazing. Daniel's ass was milking the fuck out of Greg's cock, Daniel was masterfully tightening his sphincter as Greg got to the end of this thrust. Getting faster and faster in rhythm with each other. Daniel's back was still arched as he had one arm behind his head supporting him so he could fuck himself with Greg's cock, the other hand was stroking his cock harder and faster. Daniel's eyes had rolled into the back of his head, they were both moaning and grunting as the fucked the shit out of each other.

"Fuck Daniel, you are fucking unbelievable, you are going to make me fucking explode if you keep this up. There is no way I can hold on each time you milk my fucking cock." Daniel still couldn't open his eyes as he stroked his cock, but a grin had spread across his face and he gasped out "You dump that load in me and I am not responsible for what happens next."

Greg picked up the pace and started pounding his ass harder, grunting and sweating. He felt that unbelievable feeling as his balls tightening and the wave of an orgasm started deep beneath his belly button and the guttural sound that escaped him was completely involuntary. He gave one last thrust as he felt his cum blast, wave after wave inside of Daniel. Daniel continued to grin, "I fucking warned you"

Daniel stroked his cock and aimed it towards Greg's body. Daniel writhed and continued to fuck himself as Greg's still-hard cock inside of him. He started to pant and groan, with one final stroke white lashings of cum spurted from his cock, splashing onto Greg's chest, abs, arms and legs. Daniel's cock was like a fucking firehose of cum as he spurted it all over Greg.

They both panted and laughed as they surveyed the wide-ranging damage the had caused in Greg's office. Greg was dripping cum all over the floor and all the papers that had been on the table had been pushed off in the fucking. Greg slowly removed his sensitive cock from Daniel's ass, moaning slightly as it came out.

Greg helped Daniel up, holding out his hand and grabbing him by the forearm to get him up off the table. There was the usual awkward silence and realisation of 'what the fuck did we just do?'.

"I'm not sure what to do" Greg said smiling at Daniel. "I need to shower, I need to finish my experiment, but I kinda don't want to put an end to what just happened."

Greg laughed and smiled, "Well, I have no plans tonight. So, I can hang around and help out? Especially with that shower part."

The grin on Greg's face was totally involuntary, "Seriously?"

"Dude, do you think that happens every time I make a delivery? That has been one of my fantasies! Not to mention I haven't met enough guys that can fuck me so confidently."

Greg bit his lip, "Alright. Let's get in the shower and then get to work. There is a shower back near the bathrooms." Greg was putting his lab coat over his naked cum-soaked body, "Up to you whether you want to cover up, or strut your stuff."

Daniel laughed, "Here is a test for your professor; what do you think the answer is?" Greg was grabbing towels from his cupboard and some of his toiletries.

"You're going to strut." Greg smiled

"Damn fucking straight." Daniel's hand was on the office door. He swung it open, walked out, and Greg was right behind him. Watching this stunning man strut down the office building with his gorgeous muscular ass showing off its definition with each stride.

"I'm right behind you. I'm just enjoying the view." With that, Daniel spanked his ass and kept strutting with Greg following.