We were his off-the-books guys, spot checkers, troubleshooters; I don't know what Tarry actually called us.Rayz fussed over his PDA while I wandered t...e office feeling bored after ten minutes of waiting."Do you think he is in a meeting?" I asked.Rayz shrugged, if he knew anything he didn't let on. I watched my partner closely for clues, wondering what he was up to.He noticed my interest and my boredom, waving me over. "You should learn this trick, Von. This application is called Symmetry, it's. “I need bigger spoon,” he declared, holding up the dainty teaspoon she had provided him as his only dining utensil.“Oh, no, no,” she teased playfully, “Don’t you know how to savour your food? Have you no... hmm... patience? Or are you gonna eat like a pig at a trough?”Vasily scrunched his nose towards her. “I have patience. I can savour,” he said, slowing his eating noticeably. “I am not like some squirrel.”Carie tilted her head and smirked.“Spoon is fine,” he said, shrugging with indifference,. The two had passed one another several times in the building and had made small talk while riding the elevator together once, Brandon had a warm smile and was friendly towards the older man, Fred had been playful with the young white boy and had made sure to checkout his tight ass when he got off on the fourth floor. smiling to himself afterwards and adjusting his crotch before carrying on with his day. it was early evening on that wednesday night and Brandon didn't have anything to do, he drew. I began moving my hand up and down the smooth 7" shaft, stopping now and then at the head to roll it in my fingers. I moved down, again placing my hand IN his underwear. I found his balls and enveloped them. It was so warm there. He opened his legs so that I could get a better 'grip' and manipulate them. All this time, we were still locked in a very deep French kiss. I lifted myself up, slightly, forcing Brandon's hand from out of my jeans. I released the grip I had on his mouth and moved down.