Another recently found story from the files of the late Chicagosam that I will post posthumously in honor of his 40,000 plus views and being the second most viewed fiction writer at LPSG. Not bad for a banned dead guy. I guess it is true—some people become more famous, or infamous, after they are dead.

And, yes, Drifterwood, this story is about two guys . . . and, I believe, you know both of them.










As Dan got to know Jack even more he discovered that Jack had a penchant for erotic military fantasies online. Knowing that Jack could be easily gotten off by an erotic e-mail, Dan sent the following to Jack at work trying to keep the text safe enough to keep from being censored. Jack spent most of the morning finding ways to get to the men’s room without revealing his appreciation.





Date: Thurs, 19 May 2006
From: "Dan Gray" <ChicagoDan@yahoo.cum>
Subject: Office Visit
To: "Jack Hoff" <JackHoff@yahoo.cum>

I just walked into your office.

"Major Hoff. I need you to explain this military procedure to me, if you would be so kind."

“Of course, just lay it on my desk. Pull up a chair and I'll explain it to you."

You sit in your office chair and I pull one up and am sitting behind you so I can see out the window. Just in case.

I move in close behind you. My legs are on either side of you so I can see the procedure to be discussed. People are walking past outside. They see two tall good-looking men pointing at a piece of paper and talking. What they don't know is that the civilian has moved in close and is whispering in the ear of the Major:

"I am going to do you in your office, Big Guy. And I am going to do it with everyone watching. Just keep your eyes in front of you and pretend to explain to me. Oh, and that's not a pistol in your back, I am just very happy to see you."

I move in closer and you feel me sliding that pistol at the base of your spine, inches from where you would really like it lodged. I reach to the front under your desk and run my hand up your right thigh and cup your package full in my hand and give it a gentle squeeze. You gasp. I take my left hand and slide it down your leg to your thigh and come up and cup and squeeze again.

People continue to walk by outside and I just smile at them.

"Just relax, Major, I'm just giving you a hand. Keep explaining the next point to me. I'm starting to get it!"

I go for your belt and unbuckle it. I undo the top of your pants and unzip your fly. I am playing with two parts of your package. I reach in and am surprised by the warmth and moisture of the protuberance that I release. I grasp it and squeeze it while squeezing the twins. There is a sharp intake of air.

Two people walk by and look in. I smile and nod to them.

"Keep explaining, Major. There is an upside and a downside to this? Please explain." I gently blow hot air in your ear and lick inside it.

"Let me look at this from the other side." I do the same in the other ear, and squeeze the equipment again.

I keep working your twins, but now am playing with the helmet of the little Major. I lick my hand to get enough to make the helmet slick and take my fist around it and twist back and forth. It is so sensitive as pre-arrival liquids are starting to gush forward. I take the cannon and proceed to polish it sliding up and down. It really takes a shine to my ministrations. I can feel it thicken up as I polish faster and faster, and the cannon balls are pulling closer. I am licking at your ears and neck when people aren't looking. As you start breathing heavier and faster, I take the pistol out of its holster and proceed to polish it off on the back of your uniform.

It looks as though we are having an intense conversation in the office. You lift up and I lower your pants, use some spit for more polish, and proceed to slide in and up the canal at the back. You are trying to keep from moaning but you rock your head back as you spasm and leave a thick cream like substance underneath your desk. I have a quick taste of this dessert, take a handkerchief and hand it to you, and thank you for your time and leave.

You are left sprawled in your office chair with people walking by wondering what kind of great meeting you had that would put a smile on your face.



Date: Thurs, 19 May 2006
From: "Jack Hoff" <JackHoff@yahoo.cum>
Subject: Your Cock
To: "Dan Gray" <ChicagoDan@yahoo.cum>

OMG, I have a raging hard one now. Thanks a lot. I almost got caught. LOL. You can lower yourself on my meat any time you want, big guy! Just got done wanking in the bathroom. What a great story that was! Wish you could have been giving me a hand job or a blow job while I was reading it.