Corporate Headquarters

Disclaimer: The folling story is a description of actual events. Names and places have been changed. If you are offended by descriptions of homosexual acts or man/man relations, what in the hell are you doing here?

Safe sexual practices are NOT observed in this story. That is not reality. Don't take chances.

CORPORATE HEADQUARTERS

Copyright 1999 by Orrin C. Rush. All rights reserved.

Neither this story nor any parts of it may be distributed electronically or in any other manner without the express, written consent of the author. All rights are retained.

• • • • • I work as a consultant. I'm called in after a merger or purchase of a company by another company to give an objective eye to the integration process, and try to make a happy family out of the newly slammed together employees of both companies.

My assignments last from six to eight months, then I move on to another, or loaf for a while. The one I'm currently working on will be complete in another week or so. It's been a pleasant one and I've met some nice people. For a change, this job is in the city where I live, so no living out of a suitcase.

Last Friday, some of the guys I've been working closely with hatched up a kind of farewell gettogether. It turned into a lot more.

For the six months that I've been working with them, I've been catching "vibes" from three of them. I chose to ignore what my gaydar was telling me in spite of the fact that these three are, without doubt, the hottest, hunkiest males in the office, and because they are all supposedly happily married. I also have a personal rule not to play around with the people I work with, too. It leads to nothing but trouble.

Adam, the low man on the totem pole, is a cute blond. About 5'9" with big brown eyes and a really perky butt. His sensuous mouth begs for attention, but the features that I noticed first were his enormous hands. Long thick sausages for fingers, and we all know what that means! The baggy pants he usually wears don't show much, but who can tell what lurks...

Tom is Adam's boss, another of the three. Tom is taller, about six one or two. Former military, he's kept in shape and has a hard lean body. Short dark hair and smiling blue eyes complete the package.

Rick, the Number two man in the company is a doll. Tall, dark brown hair with a tinge of red in it, and a gym toned body. Again, fingers worth noting - very long and lean. His greenish eyes sparkle with mischief, and even though he runs a tight ship, he does it with charm and a sense of humor. He's also been the most forward of the three, patting my thigh on several occasions to make a point, and leaving his hand there longer than really necessary.

All of the guys are in their 30's, and moving fast up the corporate ladder.

After work, the four of us walked the few blocks to a club/ restaurant for our party. The place caters to everyone - businesspeople, tourists, locals, and has the reputation for a pretty raucous atmosphere. That reputation is well deserved, and it didn't take us long to get into the spirit of things. A few double scotches helped.

The first "event" of the evening happened when I went to the mensroom and Tom followed. Alone in the room and standing side by side at the urinals, I observed usual etiquette and looked straight ahead, not even using my peripheral vision to check Tom out. Evidently he wasn't playing by the same rules.

"Nice cock," he said, "I think mine would like to get to know it better."

Taking this as an invitation, I looked over. Having finished taking his leak, he was gently stroking a very delectable piece of meat. Still soft, it had to be at least five inches long, circumcised, and was growing fast. Fairly thick, I guessed that it would top out at around eight inches.

"Mine's always happy to make new friends," I said. "Maybe they can get together some time."

"I'd like that," Tom said, stuffing his now almost fully erect cock into his pants. I tucked mine away before it got out of control too.

When we got back to the table, Adam was talking to a guy at the next table, but I saw Rick take note of the bulges that we were wearing. He looked me in the eye with a knowing grin.

Don't misunderstand, I'm no studpuppy with the dick of death. Just an average guy about the same age as the others who takes good care of what I've got, which I don't consider to be anything special. I rely mostly on personality!!!

After dinner Adam made his move. I had to go to the mensroom again. Lots of scotch and a couple of bottles of wine do that to me. Adam followed.

Similar scene. We're standing side by side, chit chatting. Then Adam gets quiet. I'm finished and putting things away when I notice that Adam is standing back from the urinal turned slightly toward me and it's impossible not to notice the dick that he's cupping in his hand. Fingers don't lie. It was huge. Even soft, it was long, and had to be at least three inches across. Wrinkly skin told me that it would get a helluva lot bigger when it got hard. The head was so broad the first thing I thought of was a toilet plunger.

I couldn't help but stare. Adam brought me back to reality by asking "Interested?"

"Wow," was all I could say. Now, I fantasize about big dicks just like every gay man, but the reality of this monster was intimidating.

Not wanting to show my trepidation or slam the door in his face, I reached over and patted it and said "Let's talk about it later."

"Fair enough," he said, putting it away carefully. Now I know why he wears baggy pants. Tight ones would start riots in the streets!

The evening was ending. The younger folk were in high spirits and it was really getting loud. I'm not THAT old, but it was getting to me. Adam and Tom were also making noises about having to get home. Rick had been pretty quiet all evening. We all decided it was time to call it a night.

Adam and Tom headed in one direction, and Rick and I, since we parked in the same garage, headed in another.

"I don't get out very often, and I'm really not ready to go home," he said. "Want to go someplace and talk?"

I knew an invitation when I heard one. I decided to go him one better. "Want to come over to my place?" I asked.

"Hey, that'd be great, no noise and no smoke." he said.

Not knowing where I lived, he agreed to follow me.

I have a condo near downtown. Close enough to walk to work if I could ever get up early enough, but that never seems to happen.

"Very nice," he said, surveying my digs.

"Want a drink?" I asked as we shed our suit coats.

"No more scotch, what you got?" he answered.

"You name it, I got it," I told him, not intending the double meaning.

"I'll bet," he said, grinning, "do you have any brandy?"

"Sure do," I said heading into the kitchen, Rick following.

I got out brandy for him and Drambuie for me and was pouring our drinks when I felt him behind me. His arms went around my waist, then down the front of my thighs.

I could feel him hard against my ass.

"Don't waste any time, do you?" I wisecracked.

"Hell," he said, "I've been waiting six months."

I turned, gave him a quick kiss on the lips and handed him his drink.

We walked into my family room, my hangout. It's not too big, but comfortable.

Sitting next to each other on an overstuffed sofa, Rick asked "Why'd you choose me? I saw Adam and Tom coming on strong tonight."

"I always start at the top," I said.

"Then work your way down?"

"That's the fun part," I said, leering at him.

He took a sip of his brandy, then put his arm around me. I turned to look at him, and I remember thinking: This could be something special, but shit, he's married! To a woman, for chrissakes!

We melted together. Our lips unhurriedly savored each other, and our tongues soon got into the act. He was sensuous rather than lusty, and I was getting turned on slowly, enjoying the buildup. Our hands were exploring, and everywhere I touched I felt hard muscle. Hard but not bulky. This guy is a hunk, not a hulk, just the type of man I fantasize about.

Inevitably, hands found crotches. Suit pants are loose and we both soon had our hands full of hard flesh. My dick was pointed up, but Ricks was bent down and had to be causing him pain.

"Hurting?" I asked.

He just rolled his eyes and groaned.

I slid off the couch to kneel in front of him. "Let me help you out," I said, reaching for his belt buckle. I didn't stop there, though. Instead I moved up to his neck and took off his tie, then unbuttoned his shirt. One button at a time, slowly.

Rick was squirming, but I was having fun. Anyway, I didn't want to go straight for the goodies. They could wait. Spreading his shirt open, I found a smooth chest, hard nipples and a dark treasure trail leading down his hard stomach. I traced it as far as his belt then moved up to caress his chest. It felt so good. So hard, so smooth.

I dawdled there for a few minutes, eliciting moans, groans and a great deal of squirming.

Enough torture. But, I had to take his shirt off and untie his shoes before I attacked his belt and zipper. He raised his hips, silently begging me to pull his pants and jockeys off. They came off easily, but I was careful when uncovering his dick so that I didn't hurt him.

The unveiling finally complete, I regarded my prize. And WHAT a prize it was! Long, straight and round, not flat. The circumcised head flared out over the shaft, and, by now had a pearl of precum glistening on it.

Before I could even touch it, he pulled me up on the sofa beside him then dropped to his knees in front of me. It was his turn to play with me. He was great. By the time he got my shorts and pants off, I was ready for anything!

Before I knew it, he had my cock in his mouth. I'm not as long as he is, but about the same thickness. In one gulp he had most of it. He knew what he was doing, too. Most guys can suck cock well, but there are a few who get really involved in what they're doing and do a fabulous job. It became quickly apparent that Rick was in the fabulous category.

Slowly up and down. His tongue seemed to be everywhere, stimulating every nerve I have. But, he was taking me too far, way too fast. I pulled him off and up next to me.

"I need some, too," I told him, holding his dick for the first time. Then the old cliche "I've got a bedroom, you know."

I urged him down on his back, pushed his legs apart and got between them. I worked my tongue from the base up to the rim along the bottom side. When I got to the little fold under the tip, I spent a lot of time giving it all the stimulation I could.

The head slipped into my mouth. I bathed it with my tongue, tasting precum. ummmm delicious! I moved down the shaft, tonguing every bit of soft skin that I could find. I can take a six or seven inch dick in my mouth completely without using my throat. Rick's dick was banging my throat and there was still an inch or so left over. Circling the base with a couple of fingers, I proceeded to get totally involved in what I was doing.

The texture, the taste, the form of the dick in my mouth became my total focus. The feel and the knowledge that this was a man's dick I was giving pleasure to caused me to lose all contact with reality.

Totally lost in the pleasure I was experiencing, I didn't realize how close he was until he tensed up and started firing shot after shot into my mouth. I rode out the storm and didn't spill a drop. He is delicious, sweet tasting.

Still in my mouth, he softened slightly, then regained full hardness. Rick pulled me up for a long kiss, stroking as much of my body as he could reach.

While licking up and down my shaft, his hands were everywhere. When his finger grazed my pucker, he saw my reaction and gave me a big, knowing smile and took me into his mouth to the hilt.

I looked around me. This was as good as it gets. A gorgeous man with his lips wrapped around my dick giving me unbelievable sensations, his finger rubbing my ass and his hard cock in my hand. A few seconds of savoring this and I couldn't hold back. I think he swallowed every drop, but at the time I was somewhere else not watching fireworks but living them.

He caressed my chest as I came down, and never took his finger away from my pucker, prolonging my euphoria.

I didn't have to tell him that I wanted him to fuck me. My reactions made that pretty clear. I wasn't in a rush though, and he seemed to sense that.

I got our drinks from the other room, and we both made bathroom pilgrimages. I don't know how he pissed. He never did get even close to soft.

We cuddled and talked, small talk, inconsequentials.

I couldn't resist his cock for long. It was just too damned nice to stand there without any attention. Soon we were in a semi 69, stroking each other. Rick didn't waste any time getting back to my eager asshole. I reached over and got a bottle of lube and handed it to him.

His slick finger rubbed me, then pushed against the pucker. We moved closer and mouths found dicks. I caressed his balls and licked while he probed me, getting his finger in past the sphincter muscle. When he touched my prostate, my sharp intake of breath surprised us both.

Circular motions felt wonderful, and after getting more lube, the second finger felt even better. My attention was being pulled between the dick in my mouth and the fingers up my ass. I think my ass won.

Rolling me on my back, he continued his gentle probing and stretching. I was ready, and told him so, but he continued. I was ready to beg when he climbed between my legs and lifted them over his shoulders.

After lubing himself up, I felt the head against me. An easy push and he was inside. No pain at all, nothing but pleasure. My legs slid down from his shoulders and locked around his hips, pulling him into me. When the head of his dick moved past my prostate, my whole body reacted involuntarily. My back arched, my body spasmed, and I'm sure I let out a loud moan that could be heard for blocks.

He reached bottom, and then started the long, slow strokes that drive me wild. Not only was my prostate going crazy, all the nerves in my colon were sending jolts to my brain at the same time. I felt full, comfortably full.

He picked up the pace. If possible, it felt even better. Looking up, I watched his face contort in pleasure. I put my arms up to his sides, urging him on, wanting everything he had to give, and giving him everything I had.

For about the third time in my life, I came unassisted. Nobody had touched me. Rick wasn't far behind. Feeling him spasm inside me, I grabbed my dick and came again.

He lowered himself on top of me, and our lips locked, our arms around each other.

"That was fucking fabulous," he murmered in my ear.

"Best fuck I've had in years," I told him.

We showered, he dressed.

On his way out, he asked "Can we do this again?"

"What do YOU think?" I asked, grinning from ear to ear.

That was last Friday night. It's Friday again and Rick's wife is leaving town for the weekend. He should be here in about an hour. Let me know if you want to hear about what happens. orrinrush@yahoo.com