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Businessman's Lunch by R. A. Swain
Michael and David sat on the bench at the far end of the park across the street from their office. The bench was on a slight hill along a less than traversed section of the park, unless you counted the guys in the bushes occasionally cruising the area. It was lunchtime, and they finished their dirty water dogs and were kicking back for the next hour until it was time to return to the office and finish off the afternoon.
"You up for a game?" David asked, running a hand through his curly dark locks. His blue eyes sparkled with a glint of dangerous fun, as they often did when he looked at his 26 year-old coworker and playmate.
Michael looked around. The warm sunlight sparkled against his brown sunglasses, reflecting the light away from his green eyes. "I don't know, man. The last time we played in the park I got pretty exposed. I'm not as much of an exhibitionist as you."
David laughed. "That was obvious the night we played strip poker in the office and were caught by the cleaning guy."
Michael felt his cheeks redden all the way up to his red hairline at the memory of being caught in his office in his boxers by the cleaning crew guy. "You were still wearing pants and a shirt," he said. "I was almost naked."
"The guy was cool with it," David replied. "He even joked about that not being the strangest thing he's seen. You've got to loosen up a little."
Michael stretched his arms over his head a moment. "Well, we are far enough into the park."
"Right," David agreed. "And this is mostly a cruising section anyway, so the only people who might come back this far at this hour are guys like us anyway. "
"So what'll it be?" Michael asked.
"Shirts and skins?" David suggested.
Michael looked toward the distant road that could be seen from their vantage point. "I suppose so. Start now?"
"Yup," David replied.
"Cool, that'll be two on your," Michael responded. He pointed to two men without shirts jogging by from the left end of the street.
"Luck start," David replied, as Michael reached over and loosened David's blue and red silk necktie and opened the top button of his crisp white dress shirt.
"There's one on you," David said. He pointed to a woman jogging past in a sports halter. He reached over and opened Michael's brown necktie.
The game had been one they began playing from their office window one day a few weeks after they started working with each other. David was the head of marketing and development for the small but rising firm, and Michael was set up as the up and coming graphics man in the company. David was a few weeks shy of 30 and very much a party guy, something Michael really liked.
They were friends from the first moment they met, and discovered a lot of common interests including being very competitive. Both men were risk takers, and enjoyed mild dangers. It was the third week of working together they discovered their mutual sexual interests and their mutual enjoyment of control games. After that, they were inseparable in and out of the office.
"Woohoo!" David said. "Jackpot." He pointed to the group of guys jogging along the roadside. "Looks like the local track team is gonna win me this game."
Michael scowled. "Damn." He counted six guys wearing wife beaters, and three who had shed their shirts. He leaned back as David reached over and began opening the buttons of his own crisp white dress shirt. The top button released and the warm late spring air felt good against his throat. He felt David's fingers fumbling with the second, third, forth, and then fifth buttons. His shirt was completely opened and David tugged it open to reveal the red hair of Michael's furry chest.
He fought the feeling of tightness growing in his black slacks and David moved in for the sixth win, but opening the soft black leather belt around his waist. "My turn." He said, reaching over and opening the second, third and forth buttons of David's shirt. He allowed his hand to linger on David's smooth chest.
"Whoa, two more," David said. He pointed to two stragglers coming up behind the rest of the joggers. Both wore their team T-shirts. David smiled. "You know what that means?"
Michael frowned a bit, but secretly yearned for David to collect his winnings. He felt David's hand on the waist of his pants, and felt the button open. Next his felt his zipper being gently pulled down, revealing his Speedy Gonzalez silk boxers.
David snickered. "I hope you're not speedy today."
"Ha, ha," Michael said. He nervously glanced around. "How far are we taking this game?"
David glanced at his wristwatch. "We've still got a good 40 minutes of lunch left, so I'd say we'll go all the way."
Michael sighed and glanced toward the roadway. "Bingo," he said. Two shirtless guys were jogging along the roadside path. From their vantage point, Michael and David were safe from the prying eyes of the street level, but exposed enough to any of the guys who might be lurking in the bushes.
Michael reached over and opened the last button of David's shirt, spreading it open to expose David's smooth chest and flat stomach. He next slowly worked on opening David's belt, allowing his hand to slip lower and grope the bulge in David's navy blue slacks.
"No fair," David said. "You'll have to win that."
Michael sighed again and looked toward the road. "I'm getting that much closer," he said. Three men were jogging along, but only one was shirtless. He reached over to David and undid the button on the waist of his pants.
"Now it's decision time," David said. "Do I claim your shirt, or slip your pants to your ankles?"
Michael closed his eyes tightly hoping David would go for his shirt, but knowing David enjoyed exposing him as much as he enjoyed exposing himself.
"Lift the hips," David whispered, leaning in very close to Michael's ear and brushing his lips against the lobe. Michael did as he was told, and felt David 's hands gently tugging his slacks downward until they were to his knees. He opened his eyes and looked down at his buddy who was now pushing his trousers over his knees and letting them pool at his ankles. Michael felt totally exposed and vulnerable. The game was going David's way, as did most of their games.
"Now my shirt?" Michael asked hopefully.
David smiled wickedly. "If I want to prolong the game a few more minutes, I could do that," he said. "Or I could strip you of your cute silk boxers and claim my prize. What would you do if you were in my position?"
Michael knew exactly what he would do. He would strip David of his underwear and finish the contest. He slowly raised his hips again, closed his eyes and waited for David to expose him. He felt David's hands slide over his hairy chest, tweaking his nipples and gently digging into his hard stomach muscles before they reached the waistband of his boxers. The silk material was slowly tugged away from his waist and downward.
Michael felt the waistband slid down to his pubic hair, exposing the bright red bush to the cooler air. Then the waistband scraped along the top of his semi-hard shaft and over the tip of his cock. He opened his eyes again and looked adown at David's hands pulling the clothing past his knees and letting it fall to a pool at his ankles joining his slacks. David then took his hands and placed one on each of Michael's knees and spread Michael's legs apart.
He sat back and observed his work before continuing. Michael, he best friend and coworker was seated before him, as he had been many times before, with his pants and underwear pooled at his ankles, his legs spread apart making his hardening cock vulnerable to David's whims, his necktie loosened, but not opened, hanging around his neck and his white dress shirt spread wide open revealing his very hairy chest.
"Looks like you lost this one buddy." David said, reaching for Michael's fully inflated shaft. "Now I'm going to make you cum." He wrapped his left hand around the long and wide shaft, and began stroking Michael. "Oh yeah, assume the loser's position."
Michael did as he was told, placing his hands on his head, fingers interlocked. His eyes darted from the roadway far down the hill, to the bushes where he could make out the occasional head bobbing up to see the show, to David's rapidly moving fist caressing his leaking cock. He knew it would only take a few minutes, but so much could happen in those few minutes. He kept shifting his eyes from the sight of himself being jerked off, and kept fighting back the thought of how he was being jerked off in a public park, albeit in a cruising area rarely frequented by anyone other than businessmen looking to relieve some stress, knowing thinking about his predicament would only hasten the inevitable climax.
He also knew what David would do at that moment. The torture of being exposed by his friend, and the thrill of being exposed by his friend were overwhelming. He glanced toward the bushes again and saw three men standing on the edge of the shrub line just watching Michael being stroked to a climax. He held back as long as he could, but he couldn't hold out more than a moment before feeling his load work from his balls all the way up through his shaft and shoot out the tip of his cock.
David grinned and aimed the cock toward the boxer shorts pooled at Michael's ankles. Shot after shot of hot cum flew out and downward onto his clothing. Seven full ribbons of cum coated his boxers as Michael leaned back and moaned in pleasure. He was sweating and panting from the excitement of being used and exposed that way.
David glanced at his watch. "Time to get dressed and go back to the office."
"What about the rest of your prize?" Michael asked.
"Come to my office at six, wearing only your boxers. Make sure you leave all of your clothes in your office. And have your cock hanging out of the fly when you arrive. I'll collect the rest of my prize then," David said.
Michael slowly stood up and pulled up his cum filled shorts and pants, knowing they would be crusty by six. He and David adjusted their clothing and headed back to the office.
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