The Professionals Circuit Archive - Sensual Delight	    Sensual
Delight

 

by Python 

 
 *Written for the 60 Second Porn challenge at the WWOMB*

 Sweating. Panting with exertion. Hair mussed. 

 Watching Doyle work out had become one of his favorite hobbies. He stood
on the balcony overlooking the gym. The muscles on Doyle’s bare arms
glistened in the light. Doyle was the picture of concentration and didn’t
seem to notice the intense scrutiny, which made the sight of him even more
sensual.

 He should have known it would be a mistake. He knew himself, his body,
and how it would react. He was daft to have thought he could control it
enough to keep the arousal at bay.

 *You are a stupid sod sometimes* he growled to himself. *The general
opinion of your intelligence is vastly over rated. *

 Instead of standing there, with the object of his desire in view, and
silently berating himself as an old fool, he decided to go back to his
office where he could relieve his problem in private before a very
embarrassing situation developed in public. He briskly walked from the gym
to his office. “I’m not to be disturbed,” he ordered Betty tersely before
slamming his door and locking it.

 He went to the drinks cabinet and poured himself a stiff shot. He needed
to put a stop to these wild thoughts. Thinking of Doyle in sexually
compromising situations was inappropriate to say the least.

 He cursed himself again as a fool and walked over to his desk. Work would
take his mind off his wild flights of fancy over Doyle. At least that’s
what he hoped. Lately, his imagination had a mind of its own.

 He dropped into his chair and reached into his pocket for his glasses.
That’s when he felt strong hands on his knees. He looked down sharply to
find Doyle under his desk.

 The way Doyle was smirking at him stopped the words in his throat. He
characterized Doyle’s look as hungry and he couldn’t help but be surprised
that it was directed at him. He wanted to protest as the fingers moved
along the inside of his legs towards his groin, but he couldn’t get them
out.

 He stared at Doyle with a hungry look of his own. He gripped the arms of
his chair as Doyle palmed his erection through his trousers. He hissed
through clenched teeth and Doyle grinned lasciviously. 

 Avidly, he watched Doyle nimbly free his hard prick. He shut his eyes as
Doyle worked it, using long and firm strokes. “That’s it,” he murmured in
appreciation.

 The ability for coherent speech disappeared entirely when he was
enveloped in a moist heat. Doyle’s tongue ran along his length, eagerly
tasting him. He transferred his grip to the top of Doyle’s head, running
his fingers through the curls and urging Doyle on.

 The sensations were overwhelming and no one had made him feel that good
in some time. Too soon, he felt the peak approaching. He bit his lip to
keep from crying out as his orgasm ripped through him.

 He slumped in his chair and he felt Doyle’s head move to look up at him.
He traced Doyle’s cheekbone and opened his eyes. He grinned at the smug,
satisfied look on that handsome face.

 “Have I made the great George Cowley speechless?” Doyle asked in
amusement.

 The sound of Betty’s voice over the intercom broke the moment. “Sir, 4.5
and 3.7 are here to see you.”

 Cowley sat upright, startled. His damn imagination had run away with him
again. He glared at the mess that needed to be cleaned up and stabbed the
reply button. “Five minutes,” he barked.

 “Yes, Sir.”

 Cowley pushed himself to his feet and started for the bathroom. He stared
at his reflection in the mirror and shook his head. “Doyle, what have you
done to me?”

 -- THE END --

 *November 2005*

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