Alexander — otherwise known as the office Adonis — starred in my dreams.

Blue eyes. Blond hair. Built like the centerfold of a beefcake magazine, he was the inspiration for every one of my x-rated fantasies.

When Alexander walked past my desk on the way to the copy machine, I sprang an instant hard-on. It’s not that he was flirty, or that he said anything seductive, or even that he looked my way. Alexander wears a pair of slacks like nobody’s business, and his tight hindquarters in those gray gabardine pants made me want to follow him into the copy room, bend him over the machine, and fuck him for hours.

Instead, I focused on the files on my computer screen and prayed for noon to arrive. At lunch, I could retreat to my car, kick back in the seat, and jerk off to visions of Alexander blowing me, Alexander offering me his asshole, Alexander being all mine.

When twelve o’clock arrived, I hurried to the garage. My car was parked in the far corner. Thankfully, the place was all but deserted. I practically fell into my seat, my cock as hard as a tire iron. I had been erect all morning. I checked the environment one final time, saw nobody nearby, and reclined my seat. I had my dick in my hand, my eyes closed and the radio on, when the passenger door suddenly opened.

“Holy fuck!” I sat up quickly, trying to simultaneously cover myself and make up an excuse for my actions. To my surprise, it was Alexander, who shut the door behind him and looked at me.

“Need help with that?”

I stared at him. Was he offering to help me with my erection?

Before I could ask for further explanation, he bent forward and began to suck my dick. Every fantasy I’d ever had about Alexander went streaming through my head: Alexander in the shower. Alexander at the gym. Alexander at my place. Alexander bound and gagged. Nothing compared with the reality of Alexander’s pink-lipped mouth as he bobbed up and down on my straining prick.

When I realized that this was real — not another one of my lunchtime masturbatory fantasies — I closed my eyes and relaxed once more. Alexander knew what he was doing. He began to suck harder and move faster as the excitement built inside me. I felt the tightening in my balls, and I gave him fair warning. “I’m going to come,” I hissed. Alexander didn’t move aside. If anything, he worked me faster and more furiously until I came. He drank every drop of my seed.

I was decimated by the power of the climax. Alexander looked at me as he slowly licked his lips. He seemed utterly pleased with himself — the cat that ate the canary. “You’re delicious,” he said.

“What made you do that?” I had to ask.

“I see the way you look at me. You always stare. But today, you looked as if you wanted to fuck me in half.”

“I did,” I said. “I mean, I do. Oh, fuck do I want to. I want to take down those nice slacks of yours, lube up your asshole and have at you.”

My confession didn’t seem to faze him in the slightest. “When?” he asked.

“Right now,” I said, but I looked at my watch and realized there was simply no way we could have sex like I wanted and get back to work on time. So I amended my statement. “Tonight. After work. At my place.” He smiled at me, and he turned to exit the car. But I wanted more. “Not yet,” I said, and there was begging in my voice. “Show me, first.”

“Show you what?”

“I want to see where I’m going tonight. Show me.”

Alexander gave me a wry little half smile, as if he hadn’t expected me to be quite so perverted. Then he unbuckled his belt, undid his fly, and pulled down those glorious slacks. In the tight space of the front seat, he wriggled around to face the window, showing me his haunches encased in a pair of black briefs. I reached forward and pulled the elastic band down, revealing his naked buttocks. Then I parted his cheeks and peered between to gaze at his tight pucker. Dear lord, how I wanted to fuck him right then. But there was no way — not in my car, not on our lunch break.

Because I couldn’t help myself, I wet one finger and gently traced the ridge of his asshole. Alexander sighed and bucked at my intrusion. I wanted to rim him. I wanted to nibble around that tight little flower. I reached around and felt his dick. He was hard and leaking pre-come.

“Tonight,” I whispered, “I am going to do such dirty things to you.” Then I let him go.

I watched as he fixed his clothes, and then I kissed him. Electricity flowed through me. He gave me a wink before leaving the car, and I knew that all day long I would be consumed by the thought of Alexander’s gorgeous asshole.

And I was.

Before six, he stopped by my desk and I wrote down my address. By seven, he was at my place, stripped entirely naked and spread-eagled on my mattress.

Although I’d been a bundle of nervous energy all day long, now I felt calm because I was going to get what I wanted. So I took my time. First, I sucked his beautiful dick. I licked the head as if it was an ice-cream cone. I played with his balls. I stroked his perineum with the tip of my tongue, and he started fisting the sheets and bucking. Only when he was nearly out of his head did I have him roll over while I reached for the lube. Alexander held open his asscheeks for me, and I positively polished up his hole with a copious amount of lube.

I got behind him on the bed, and I said, “I’m going to fuck you hard.”

Alexander sighed.

“I’m going to fuck you for the way you swish your hips when you walk by my office. I’m going to fuck you for the way you lick your lips when you meet my eyes at meetings. I’m going to fuck you for the way you swallowed my load in the car.”

He set his head on the pillow and spread his legs, pulling his cheeks wider apart for me. I pressed the head of my dick to his asshole, and I pushed. Alexander groaned as the first inch of my cock slid inside him. I held him by his hips as I worked him until my cock was entirely buried in his asshole.

Then I began to thrust. Alexander made low humming sounds as I fucked him. I reached beneath him, gripped his cock and began to pump him with my greasy fist. I wanted us to come at the same time, and I teased him with the speed and pressure of my fingers wrapped around his dick while my own cock slid in and out of his hole.

On the cusp, I told him the rest. “We’re going to shower,” I said, “and then I am going to rim your tight hole. I’m going to make you come with my tongue alone. Then you’re going to do the same to me.”

Alexander climaxed on my words, and I shot off inside him. I saw shimmering lights behind my shut lids. I saw a galaxy of shooting stars, and then I opened my eyes and saw Alexander, pulling off me, rolling over and gazing up at me. Those blue eyes glowing. That sandy hair falling forward so that he had to do his head tilt to shake the shag out of his way. I bent to kiss him, and we tangled together on the bed and in the sheets.

We didn’t have to rush. There was no end to the fantasies we would play out, the ways we would devour each other, the ecstasy that awaited us — my office Adonis and me.