"Action in the Office"
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Running a stock brokerage downtown is rough. When I inherited it, many people figured I would fail, but I'm still here. I work hard at it, real hard, and I've made it. I grew up in this business, but I moved away when I turned eighteen. I worked in advertising--never figured on a career in the stock market.
When Dad passed away and the business fell to me, though, I had some serious considerations. the "family business" was a going concern, three employees, and every one of them had a cock. I had long ago decided I was gay I often thought of the possibilities, but I knew better than to fuck with the hired hands. A few of them tried to come on to me, in fact, when I was in the office, thinking that if they could lay the boss's son, they'd soon be partners in a going concern.
Wrong! Any stud who tried to fondle me or show me his cock was out of there faster than cheap beer through a wino. I had urges, though. I contained them with the employees, but one of those guys really got to me.
His name was Shortal, Alex Shortal, and I thought he was just right. He always dressed to the nines, almost always in black. He was blond and tall. He also had a blond mustache.
Something else about Shortal appealed to me. He was a fucking animal. I knew it. He used snuff, for one thing, and he worked out every day in the fitness gym. He smelled of tobacco and..man. He wasn't our most productive agent, but he was my favorite to look at.
He was intensely masculine. He had a body like the stud pictured on the condom machine in the rest room. I could see his physique through his clothes.
I never approached him, though, when Dad was running the company But when Dad died, and I was in the driver's seat, I had some heavy thoughts about Mr. Shortal.
One evening I was in the office alone after hours, going through some of the paperwork, and he walked through the door. I nodded to him.
That particular day, he wore a black Calvin Klein three-piece suit, a black one. He really looked "downtown."
I don't know why, but that, suit really emphasized his, sexual equipment. The soft black fabric outlined Shortal's crotch-bulge per- fectly.
I could see that Shortal was definitely not a shortie. The bulge at his fly was stallion-size. I started to pass the time of day, but before I could say anything, Shortal drew a pistol out of his pocket! Then I was scared! "Hey, what's going on?" I blurted. What was he upset about? Had he gone nuts? Why was he carrying a gun?
My blood ran cold as he opened his mouth to speak. "C'mon outa there with your hands up!"
Huh?
From behind me stepped a man with hands in the air. In his right hand, aimed at the ceiling! I gazed in horror. Shortal had caught an armed robber!
I immediately dialed nine-one-one and summoned the cops. While the police were on their way, I tied up the robber with a telephone cord.
I spoke to Shortal gratefully, in a shaking voice, "You probably saved my life! You scared the hell out of me, though, but thanks."
He smiled. "Didn't have time for words."
After the police came, arrested the robber, and filled out their reports, Shortal lingered in the office and we sat and shot the bull.
I was still shaken from the experience but had developed another emotion about as strong. I stood up and moved a little closer to him. "You got any close friends?" I asked.
"No," he said, and he blushed! I inched over, moving close.
"That's strange," I murmured in a low voice. "You look like a real hunk to me." He smiled at that, and I could see the stars would going to be lucky for me that night. "Let me take you out for a drink."
"Ever been to the Trojan Slave?" he asked.
"No. Is that a bar?"
"Yeah. I think you'll like it. We can go in my car."
Once on the road in his Beemer, I sat so close to him, my shoulders brushed his. He looked into my face with a little smile.
At a stoplight, I took his chin in my hand, lifted his mouth to mine and kissed him. Then I put my hand on that giant bulge in his crotch, and was he hung! It was solid meat--no folds of cloth in there!
"Lemme do something to show you my gratitude," I purred in his ear, biting it. He grunted, and I could feel his heart pounding. I pulled down his zipper and got it out. Damn, that boy had a banana the size of a shotgun barrel and longer than a ticker tape! I stroked it, and it hardened! I played with it, and he writhed happily in his seat, then he felt a sucking mouth on his big gearshift!
I gasped. He was really stupendous; big-cocked and with a luscious pair of balls. I teased his pecker, which burgeoned into something even big- ger in my mouth!
My tongue snaked and writhed around his cockhead, and my hand cupped his balls and grabbed hold of his cockshaft. I was in heat in a second! After a few seconds of that treatment, I unloaded such a wad of come, I knew I got a two-ball shot! I choked and gulped at the amount of sperm that boy could shoot!
He shot me so much of his masculine sour-cream, it dripped down my chin and splattered all over the place. We never made it to the Trojan Slave. "How'd you like to stop by my place?" he said as soon as he could speak.
"Yeah," I grunted.
Once in his apartment, I thought we were going to have good ol' session of sex, but he surprised me. He wrapped a loop of cord around my wrists and pulled them behind my back. "Gonna lasso me in?" I chuckled, but he pulled that rope tight!
He got some leather thongs from a drawer. "Wondered when I'd get to use these," he muttered.
"Hey, just a damn minute," I gasped, but he wrapped a leather gag over my mouth! It was an old thing, and it stunk! As he put it on me, I realized from the smells that it was a leather jockstrap.
I tried to struggle away, but he had me! He looped a leather strap around my ankles and bound them together. "Now, boss," he grunted with a bass voice, "let's see what you've got!"
With that, he got out a carving knife! While I held my breath, he sank the blade under the waistband of my pants and SLASHED! With more swipes of that razor-sharp blade, he slit the legs of my pants open. Then he simply pulled my slashed pants away He cut away the pants of $700 suit!
With another slash, my jockey shorts became white cotton ribbons. "Yeah, there it is," he chortled as my rampant cock sprang up to slap against my belly.
He had destroyed a good set of clothes, but I had never been so erotically stripped in my life. If I weren't bound so tightly in his ropes and leather thongs, I would have sucked his cock off!
He wasn't finished, though. He brought out a shorter, finer leather thong like a black cowhide shoestring. He wrapped it around my scrotum and cinched it tight!
"MMMMM!" I gasped through the leather gag! Strangling my balls like that sent a stab of pain through my groin! Then he picked me up and laid me face-down over a leather footstool in front of his TV set.
Next he unbound my ankles, but he tied one to the leg of the couch and the other to the handle of a corner table. I was as splayed out as a whore. I looked back. I felt my cock dripping pre-cum as I saw him stripping for action! He undid the buttons of his vest, then his shirt, and his pecs were magnificent, his nipples hard, pointed knobs.
He unzipped his pants and let them drop, then grasped his underwear and pulled it down. I saw his big cock again. He had a meat like Hercules, with a huge corona. He had what it took to turn me on.
His smooth, red shaft was at least 10 inches long. It jerked in his grip, springing from golden yellow prick-hairs in a thatch between his thighs.
He crawled onto my back like the stockbrokers' bull, and his knotted chest hair grazed my back with a tickling scratch. Upending my rump, he wasted no time in lodging his big cock flare at the opening of my juicy hole. With a grunt and a lunge, that urban cowboy slid his cock in my ass like it was a bullet from his pistol.
The bulbous cockhead massaged my colon walls on the way in. "Ah, yeah, boss," he breathed, sinking in me to his balls, "you're a fuckin' good ride!"
He ground himself into me, driving that pole. My arms were jammed behind me, so I couldn't stroke myself, but his humping rubbed my prick back and forth on the leather footstool, most erotic of all surfaces. That drove me toward the supreme pleasure of a climax. I rode that footstool on a one-way trip to sexual glee.
"Now," he panted, "I've got something special." I couldn't see what he was doing, but I felt him fumbling at my crotch, at the joining of our bodies. He yanked at the tight thong around my balls, bringing more groans from me. "Umph," he grunted, "now we're fuckin' together. That thong around your balls is attached to my balls!"
Huh? He's strapped our balls together? One of us is going to get his balls torn off!
I tried to struggle away, but I was helpless, strung up like a side of beef. When he started fucking again, he yanked my balls back with every out-stroke. I could hear him gasping, so I knew he was in pain, too.
What a fuck! Pure pleasure with every ram of that huge cock into me, dizzying pain every time he pulled out! Again and again and again, we went through the pleasure-pain cycle.
Even though I was in pain from the tight thongs he had bound over me, I drove my hips up to match his gouging dong. My senses reeled as fantastic vibrations blasted through me.
Our ragged, panting breathing, feeling his dick nestled in my butt, and smelling the tobacco and sweat of his body was as thrilling as watching a glorious Western sunset. The stabbing pains of his fuck-strokes built a super-discharge in my guts.
He caught me around the waist and urged me on. "Yeah, boss, yeah! Ram those hips back at me, fuck me back. Yeah!"
I came first! I spurted all over his footstool. Then he came. He filled my ass so full of cum, I shit cream for two days.
He untied me after he got his climax and rested for a bit. My wrists and ankles were sore, but the pain was almost like a sexual afterglow. I said, "Give me a pair of pants to wear back to the house. That was the horniest stripping and fuck I ever got...but I don't have anything to wear."
"Yeah, boss, sure," he said.
Then the apartment door opened, and the rest of my employees came trooping through it! Young had his cock out, working his upjutting shaft. Warwick was pulling his pants open as he walked through the door, and Vanowen had a look on his face that let me know I was in for it.
This was a real setup. I was already dangerously horny, and in the mood for anything. I groped my own meat back to full hardness.
Young dropped to his knees on the floor. Catching on, I dropped over the footstool again, and raised his pecker in my hand to suck it into my mouth! No sooner did I do that than Warwick got the last of his clothes off, and as nude as the day he was born, he dropped onto me in Shortal's place!
This time, though, I wasn't bound up, and my hands were free. I didn't need them to stimulate myself, though. This was going to be one hell of a stockbrokers' fuck session!
Vanowen stood there, watching us for a few minutes. The other guys made love to me like desperate fuckers, grinding me back and forth and up and down. I knew that when we reached it, this one would be a long, stupendous orgasm.
Then Vanowen rolled onto his back, slid under my hips, and with a whoop, I felt my cock slide into his hot, wet mouth! Yeah! Warwick held my waist, helping me, rutting like a machine. I was so frenzied with lust, I could feel my hot froth moving to the surface too quickly.
But I couldn't slow down! Young's cock was like a bottle of fine brandy- -I was drunk after a few sips. The footstool squeaked in a horny rhythm.
Then I got a glimpse of what Shortal was doing. He, like the rest of us, was stark naked, and he had slung himself in a leathery harness. It sus- pended from the ceiling, and the black straps extended down his firm body to his legs.
The harness splayed his legs out wide, reminding me of what he had done to me earlier. I got a full view of his wrinkled asshole! With a pull at a couple of straps, he lowered himself onto my back, and I realized that he had set himself up for a rim job by Warwick!
I had never seen the like this. He had a real sex-setup in here! Hanging in that horny harness, he was as open and helpless as a male could get. I also saw that leather thong around his balls.
Warwick grabbed that strap and pulled himself over by the balls! He groaned, but when he was within range, I heard Warwick's tongue slurping at Shortal's asshole. My own crotch-eel swelled into an erection bigger than any I had ever had!
I heard he writhing in the harness, Warwick's cock rammed me into another physical state, and Vanowen's mouth was like a furnace over my dong. I sucked Young with all my strength!
I couldn't stand it! That did it for me. I clutched at Young, humped my hips back at Warwick, and jabbed down at Young. I heard the schluck- schluck-schluck sounds of our strokes.
All of us blasted off at more or less the same time. I personally came in a flood, filling Vanowen's mouth with searing hot jizz. Young did the same. His jizz gushed down my throat, filled my mouth, and slopped over my chin, dripping onto the floor.
I felt from the vibrations that Shortal was jacking off as Warwick gave him a rim-job, and I felt burning splatters of cum hit my naked back. Then Warwick let loose in me, shooting his wad until there wasn't a drop of fluid left in his balls.
When we finally untangled ourselves, we had, as you can imagine, a new management/labor relationship. I had always thought that sex with the employees would make for a bad business situation.
That hasn't turned out to be the case. Work goes on at the brokerage. Profits are up.
The big difference is in what goes on in the back room during breaks.