The store-room was small and cramped and none too tidy but neither of them noticed or cared. There was a door and enough space for Paul and Zay to cling together and that was all that mattered. While their bodies rubbed urgently together, their hands began to remove zippers and buttons.

Paul covered Zay’s mouth in a hungry kiss, pushing Zay’s lips open with his tongue in a totally uncharacteristic move. He had NEVER been this forward with anyone in his life and it was the most gloriously exciting thing he had ever done. His cock was bursting in his pants and he moaned with relief as he felt Zay open his fly and pull his throbbing member out.

"Well hello there." Zay ran a fingernail lightly up Paul's cock from the base to the head.

He went down and licked the tip of the swollen head and blew softly across the slit. Paul shivered. Zay began to alternate sucking and licking, one hand on Paul's cock and one on his own. He worked them in tandem. He used Paul's moans and physical responses to set a rhythm that worked for both of them.

Paul braced himself on some shelves and prayed they would hold. After a while, he threw all caution to the wind and simply closed his eyes to enjoy the sensation that was coursing through his entire body. Oh God! It felt incredible. He was going to come soon if this continued.

Zay stood, trousers pooled around his ankles and began to rub his erection against Paul's, back and forth, alternating slow with fast, as his breathing quickened, and he felt his climax building. Then he knelt back down and took most of Paul's length into his mouth, relaxing his throat, moving back and forth. He felt the euphoria as he obtained his own release and he closed his eyes.

Paul cried out as he shot his load down Zay’s throat. The spasms seemed to continue forever and his knees trembled as he flexed his buttocks and tried to grind his pelvis further into Zay’s face. The young man bravely took it, kneeling stoically in front of Paul. Paul’s cock slowly softened; he groaned and then yelped as Zay wickedly licked his now sensitive head.

Zay laughed and sat back on his heels. Paul looked like a man who'd just had the blow job of his life. He ran a finger lazily up Paul's now flaccid cock and sighed. He'd love to see what it felt like inside him, but not on a first encounter.

“Oh wow!” Paul breathed, but beginning to regain his senses. He looked around guiltily and started to pull his pants up and to tuck his shirt back into place. “Oh wow,” he said again, and then he leaned forward and planted a quick kiss on Zay’s lips. “Hey, thanks ... that was .... just incredible.”

"Thanks." Zay stood up and began to tidy his own clothing. "The thing with giving good head is practice, practice, practice. Cucumbers will work if you don't have a partner. Do you have a partner?" Zay hoped not.

Paul was in the midst of pulling up his zipper and he blinked at the brashness of the question. His first inclination was not to answer something as personal as that, but then a rumble of laughter started in his stomach as he suddenly saw the absurdity of their situation. ‘What the hell,’ he thought, ‘this guy has just swallowed my cum down his throat! And I think the question too personal?”

Brushing aside his annoyance, he gave Zay a slight smile and said, “No, I don’t have a partner, and I am not actively looking for one either.”

‘There!’ Paul thought to himself, ‘that should put him in his place.”

"Oh." Zay tried not to sound too disappointed. He felt a bit hurt, and told himself it was ridiculous, he really didn't know Paul. So they'd had a quickie, so what. Didn't mean that Paul wanted to explore things any further.

"I understand. Wham, bam, catch yah again sometime, right? I won't bother you any more then."

The hell he wouldn't. He'd be at the next catered event and the next one and the one after that. He'd wear Paul down. In the meantime, he settled for giving him his best puppy eyes. "Right now I need something to drink that doesn't have semen in it."

Paul did not miss the shadow that passed over Zay’s features and he felt a pang of guilt. He was not a one-night stand kind of man and this behaviour was something he had never thought he would be guilty of. In the middle of one of his own catered functions, no less. If someone asked him what made him do it, he wouldn’t have known what to answer.

But the fact was that he did do it; he did agree to slip away with a man he had just met, and he had had the most mind-blowing blow job of his life. And the feeling, amidst the horror of his boldness, was simply exhilarating. For that he had to thank Zay and giving him such a turn-down was not only uncalled for, it was positively unkind.

“Hey,” Paul whispered, leaning down to plant another little kiss on Zay’s lips. “You were truly great, and I enjoyed myself very much. I mean it.”

Zay gave Paul a dazzling smile in return. "Thanks. You have the look of someone who just had the rug pulled out from underneath him, though. I have that effect on people sometimes. It's just that life is short, and I could feel this chemistry between us."

The words made Paul’s head shoot up and his eyes crinkle with laughter. Suddenly, he was very glad that he had given in to this mad impulse and let it take over his normally sane (and extremely boring) reasoning. He had done the unthinkable, but what a great place he was in right now. Sex with a complete stranger, in the closet right in the middle of a function! A burst of endorphins shot through Paul. He would be able to proudly look back to this precise moment in his life.

“You are right, life is too short. Now, in order that it does not get even shorter, let’s try to get out of here without attracting too much notice, shall we? My God! The closet...?” Paul muttered under his breath, shaking his head a little.

Zay laughed. "I'm surprised we made it to the closet and didn't cause a public scandal." He smoothed his tux as best he could and winked at Paul. "It's been my experience that closets are very busy places at these things, so let's leave it for the next lust crazed couple and go have a glass of champagne." Zay held up a finger. "And yes I know you are working, but if you don't indulge me, I'll stand around the buffet tables and sigh and mope."

The party was starting to wind down but it was no problem getting a glass of the fizz into Zay’s hands. Paul couldn’t help but smile down at the mischievous eyes in front of him and he felt another twitch in his pants. Down! He told himself firmly.

Zay couldn't help but notice that Paul was still hot and bothered. Maybe he should pour his champagne on Paul's crotch instead. Oh wouldn't that raise a few eyebrows. "To closets." He raised his glass and took a sip. "I suppose you will be heading back to Chez Leyland to clean up, once this is all over. The evening is young, I'm young, you're youngish - we could have some fun....”

The invitation was blatant and bold, and for just a split second, Paul was tempted. But he thought of Suzy and Bunny and the work that needed to be done once they got home. Not to mention he hardly knew this guy and he didn’t do casual sex well. Regretfully, he shook his head.

“Let your crew clean up." Zay ran a finger down Paul's chest. "Come on, let's misbehave."

“That is an interesting offer, but ... I can’t,” Paul said, hoping he was letting the young man down gently enough. “I’m sorry – I need to get back to work. I ... um ... well, it was ... very pleasant meeting you, and ...” He flashed a sudden smile at Zay and quickly leaned in closer, and whispered. “Hell, it was not pleasant, it was absolutely mind-blowing!”

Zay was a bit peeved. OK, more than a bit peeved. Paul really needed to learn the joys of slacking off and doing what you damn well wanted, work be damned. He'd have to work on that for next time and Zay had no doubt that there WOULD be a next time.

Paul then made himself walk away, forcing his eyes forward. He could feel Zay’s eyes burning into his back – or was that only his imagination. Whichever it was, he kept himself busy with his team, doing the clearing and packing up, and in the flurry of activity, he did not see Zay again. It was only later that night, as he was showering the day’s grime (and remnants of semen) off that he allowed his mind to wander back to his afternoon tryst and the young man with the bewitching eyes.

He still could not believe how he had allowed the incident to happen while on the job. It was pure madness, coupled with a huge chunk of recklessness and he almost blanched at the thought of what would have happened if they had been caught out. But then the hidden side of Paul Leyland crept out, the one he usually kept secret, the one which held a healthy dose of devilry and humour, and he started to laugh.

Just thinking of what they had done, and how they had done it, sent an instant thrill down his spine and a sharp jolt in his groin. He closed his eyes so that he could better picture the dark head bobbing in front of him, doing delightful things with his tongue. Paul groaned softly, as his hands reached down and within a very short time, he came for the second time that night.

Paul awoke early the next morning and the first thing he did when he went downstairs was to check his catering appointment book. When and what was his next function? Ah ... a birthday party for a seventy-year old man at his beach home, a week from now. Paul pondered, as he sipped his coffee.