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Dobie And Cal Part 1 By R. A. Swain
Dobie Jeffries sat at the conference table with his shirtsleeves rolled up and his tie loosened. The top two buttons of his white sweat soaked shirt were opened to reveal a tuft of light brown hair. He looked across the table at his legal opponent, Cal Grant, a former fraternity brother five years his junior. Dobie had been doing some grad work, and was still living in the house when Cal pledged Delta Nu. It sometimes amused Dobie to think he had actually been Cal's mentor for two semesters, and now Cal was negotiating a merger with him. Hell, Cal had wiped the floor with him in the negotiation stages of the merger. He looked at Cal packing up his brief case, shirtsleeves also rolled up and tie loosened. He had become quite the corporate stud in only a couple years since graduation. Cal still had the wiry smile that stretched from ear to ear when he was happy, and tonight Cal was happy. "Man it's good to beat you, I mean, it's good to do business with an old buddy like you," Cal said with a smirk. "Fuck you too," Dobie, chided him. "I was a little off my game. Are you up for going out for a drink? Since you bested me, I'm buying." Cal's ears perked up. "Dude, if you're buyin' I'm there." "I'll even make another concession and go to a straight bar so you'll feel more comfortable," Dobie offered. "Nah, you don't have to do that," Cal said. He knew Dobie was gay since their college days, and it never bothered him. In fact, at times he envied Dobie all the sex he seemed to get while he himself ended up jerking off in his room listening to Dobie getting it on with the star center, or star quarterback, or latest tennis team star, in his room through the paper thin walls. Dobie always seemed to get the hot jocks. "Oh, are you ready to take a walk on the wild side?" Dobie asked, packing up his own briefcase. Cal was silent for a moment. "Maybe," he finally said, adding, "since I bested you in the boardroom now lets go drinking like the college days and I'll best you in the barroom." Dobie eyed his friend appraising the freckled face, just like in college, and slightly thinner bright red hair. He had seen Cal shirtless and almost naked many times in the frat house, but somehow he never got a glimpse of Cal's cock. Back at that point of his life, Dobie was becoming a serious student in an effort to earn the degree that would get him the most money. He looked Cal over again and wondered just what he was hiding beneath those standard issue navy blue dress slacks? "You're still a cocky bugger, ain't ya?" Dobie asked. "You think you can prove you're the better man than your old mentor?" "You're not that old, but yeah, I can take you in just about anything," Cal said. Dobie's eyes lit up. "Oh yeah? If you're so sure you can best me, why don't we do something to really prove your manhood, squirt?" Cal hated to be called Squirt. It had been the fart house nickname he earned during his initiation. Dobie hadn't been present, but everyone heard about it. It was a jerkoff contest to see who could shoot the farthest. He won by a big lead. Someone had dubbed him King of The Squirt, and the guys continued to call him Squirt after that. "What do you have in mind?" Cal asked. Dobie hesitated. He didn't want to scare off his old friend, but he knew as fraternity brothers just how much he could get away with, so he took a breath and spoke. "How about a cockfight?" Cal's eyes widened, but the smile, almost a smirk, never left his face. " Dude, are you challenging me like back in Delta Nu?" Dobie had walked around the conference table and was leaning against it, only a couple feet from Cal. "Yeah, Squirt. If you think you're man enough to take me on in the boardroom and barroom, how about an old fashion frat brother battle with slightly higher stakes?" Cal stepped over to the table and leaned against it, next to his buddy. "What did you have in mind?" Cal asked, loosening his tie completely. "How about we go for three rounds, five minutes each? Round one is in our pants, round two in your underwear, and round three, if you last that long, is naked. Loser services the winner for the rest of the night back at my apartment,"
Dobie proposed the match. Cal looked down at the floor. "Dobie, man, you know you're proposing my first all out experience with another guy, don't you?" "I'd heard you avoided the cockfights back in college, and I respected you for it. If you aren't comfortable with it now, I still respect you," Dobie replied. "I'm just concerned about our friendship. Will you still respect me after I fuck your ass?" Cal asked with a broad grin. Dobie laughed. "Man, you meant to ask if I'll respect you in the morning after riding your ass all night long." "You are so going to regret that cocky attitude," Cal said. "Where do we do this?" A short time later Cal was standing in Dobie's living room. He looked out the window at the view from the eleventh floor, over the city and at the other apartments with various windows lighted up so he could see in to them. Dobie had done very well for himself, Cal thought. "Are you going to close the curtains?" Cal asked Dobie walked back in the room carrying two beers. "Why, are you afraid someone will see us?" Cal shook his head. "Up the stakes, man?" Dobie raised his eyebrow. "How?" "Well, since I'm going to win anyway, we can leave the drapes open, and after I best you again, I get to fuck your ass out there on the balcony in full view of the city," Cal said. He began opening his dress shirt, revealing a slightly hairy, and very freckled chest. It was obvious he worked out from the defined pecs, and flat stomach. Dobie handed Cal his beer and opened his own shirt, revealing his equally muscular chest, with a thick layer of fur. "I heard you had an exhibitionist streak," he said. "How come I never got to see you naked in college?" Cal looked down at the floor. "I was naked a lot, just not when you were around. I wouldn't have minded back then. As I remember, I never got to see you completely naked either." Dobie looked surprised. "Never? Are you sure? I remember tutoring you a lot in my room." "The least you wore was briefs. Man I fantasized about your bulge many nights, " Cal said. Dobie cocked his head. "You fantasized about me? I thought you were straight?" "I was. I am," Cal said. "Maybe I'm not as straight as I thought. I just never had the nerve to go this far with a dude before, and I feel like, since were frat brothers and friends, I can be honest with you." "So you've thought about stuff like this with me?" Dobie asked. "Mostly with you. I did fantasize about a couple of the other brothers, but mostly it was you," Cal confessed. He took a swig of his beer. "So are we gonna do this, or what?" Dobie stripped off his shirt completely and Cal did the same. They moved the coffee table out of the way. "Five minute rounds," Dobie said. "Round one is groping through our dress slacks." "Wait a sec," Cal said. He bent down and untied his shoes. "Lets do this barefoot as well." Dobie watched Cal slip off his wingtips, and his navy blue dress socks, and then toed off his black loafers and pulled off his own black socks. He stood up and picked up the timer he had brought in from the kitchen along with the beers. "Are you ready man?" Dobie asked. Cal nodded. Dobie set the timer for five minutes, and sat it down on the couch. He and Cal reached for each other's crotches. Dobie was surprised to find Cal already sporting wood. He grinned. "Man, you have been thinking about this, haven't you?" Cal smiled. "You're boning up pretty quick yourself," he said. They stood facing each other, less than six inches apart, hands rubbing the front of each other's pants. Dobie was feeling the heat pretty quickly. He hoped he hadn't gotten in over his head. Cal's cock was still growing as he groped him, and it seemed Cal was fairly well endowed. "How big is this trouser trout I'm groping?" Dobie asked. Cal laughed. "Dude, you're going to have to get me naked to find out." "Two more rounds and I'll have you more than naked," Dobie said. "I'll be fucking your ass out on my balcony." He felt Cal's cock jump when he said it. " You like the idea of being ridden for the first time in the great outdoors, don't you, Squirt?" "Man, I hate being called Squirt," Cal said. "And I like the idea of riding your ass for all the world to see, as I best you again." "I don't think you'll last long enough to get to round two," Dobie chided. His hand was cupping Cal's cock, aiming it upward in his slacks and caressing it to cause heat. He could tell from his groping that Cal was wearing boxer briefs, and knew that Cal could feel his own briefs. He looked into Cal's green eyes and was lost in the moment when the timer dinged, bringing him back to reality. Both men were sweating visibly, their chest hair matted, and perspiration running down their sides. They paused, breathing heavily. Cal took a sip of his beer, silently eyeing Dobie. "Ya know, if an old guy like you needs a longer rest, we can take a few extra minutes," Cal said. Dobie glared at him. "I'm twenty-nine, you little prick." Cal groped his own crotch. "Not so little, sucker. Oh, did I say sucker? Yeah, I'm thinking it'll be fun having you suck on me half the night before I fuck you." "Your ass is gonna be sorry you said that," Dobie said, standing up from the couch where he had slumped down after the first round, and opening his belt. He popped the button at his waist and pulled down his fly, letting his pants fall to the floor, revealing his hairy legs. Cal stood up and slowly opened his own belt. "Man you are hairy. I don't remember you being that hairy back in college." "I was into swimming, remember? I shaved most of my body hair because swimmers believed it made you move through the water faster," Dobie said, watching Cal as he opened his slacks and let them fall to the floor. His legs were covered with fine red hair and freckles. "You've been out in the sun, haven't you?" Cal laughed. "You remember how I used to burn and freckle?" Dobie picked up the timer, eyeing Cal's navy blue boxer briefs, and the bulging meat they were hiding. Cal was eyeing Dobie's bulging gray briefs as well. They each adjusted their cocks to an upright position, against their bellies. Cal grinned with glee as he saw the cut tip of Dobie's cock pop out from under the waistband of his briefs. "This round we get more personal," Dobie said. "In this round, we grind our cocks together through our briefs." "Bring it on," Cal said.
Continued in part 2 of Dobie and Cal
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