Disclaimer: -----------
Please note that the following material contains written depictions of concentual sex between two or more adult males. Please refer to the laws of your area before reading further.
Although this story involves 'barebacking', please note that the author in no way promotes or condones this behaviour and this work should be treated as a piece of fantasy only! In real life, ALWAYS USE A CONDOM!
- Jackers
"Executive Debriefing" - By JC ('Jackers') ------------------------------------------
The ad had read... 'Young, athletic executive wanted for youth oriented sports agency. Must be client oriented and willing to please.'
Not only was that me, that was the guy standing behind me. Aidan Ridgeway. Junior CEO at age 27, well built swimmer, most successful agent at the company and beginning to push his hard 8 inches up my arsehole. Both of us still in our suits except for my pants in a puddle on the floor and my own 7 inches stiff and straining inside the pouch of my jockstrap.
He was teasing my hole, rubbing his precum-coated cockhead around in circular motions, pushing gently inside before retreating.
I glanced behind me, taking my eyes from his gorgeous face in the mirror and smiled seductively. He smiled back. I raised an eyebrow at the door to the employee bathroom, and he shook his head. Unlocked. He smiled broader.
"Maybe you should-" I gasped sharply as he pushed the entirety of his engorged dick inside me, spearing me before I could say 'lock it'. I shook in sudden ecstasy as he took hold of my hips and began spearing me over and over; slamming himself into me so hard his balls slapped my arse with a resounding whack with each thrust.
"Oh yeah..." I moaned with startling volume. I didn't care. I had a hot young guy in a suit that was as horny as all hell, one of the most powerful men in the city and an 8-inch dick. Most straight guys would let him fuck them. If they walked in.... who gave a shit.
I felt a rough hand on my shoulder as he hauled me up so my back arched and my head fell back in an agonising groan of pleasure...
"You like my dick don't ya." It wasn't a question. "Specially when its up this tight hole of yours." He grunted as he thrusted harder than ever.
"Oh fuck yeah." I said through clenched teeth. I worked my arse as he thrusted, pushing back as much as I could, worshipping his tool the best way I knew how. Every time I pushed back his tie brushed the top of my crack and the silky sensations made me buck all the more. All Aidan had done was to pull his throbbing tool from his fly and was fucking me fully dressed. I looked in the mirror again and saw his defined chest shaped perfectly under his business shirt and I almost came. This was some of the hottest sex of my life.
And as suddenly as he was in me, he pulled out and turned me roughly round, slamming his tongue down my throat as if he was a man dying of thirst. I moaned as our dicks ground together, my own precum and his lubing us up and staining the front of my jockstrap further.
After a few seconds of kissing, I felt his hands on my shoulders pushing me to my knees and I obliged with a face full of his cock. He whacked it against my cheek, rubbing it against my stubble before pushing past my lips into my waiting mouth.
I sucked at him greedily, tasting sweat and precum, smelling the sweet scent of his pubic hair. One his hands found the back of my head and he pushed me down further and I felt his knees buckle slightly as my tongue whirled around his cockhead, flicking at his glands and coating him in my saliva.
In my furious head bobs I thought I saw him on his mobile phone texting someone, but I didn't care. He was obviously into this. He was bucking and moaning, fucking my face now in a furious blur of motion. "Eat me boy." He growled as he thrusted, his balls slapping against my chin. "Eat that fucking cock you love so much."
I obliged him with vigour, taking him to the back of my throat and moaning. I got my desired result... He growled in pleasure and resumed fucking my face harder and deeper all the while holding onto my hair.
The door opened.
I would have frozen and tried to cover, but Aidan just kept on thrusting, and I had no choice but to relax or choke.
I saw out of the corner of my eye Brad Holdsworthy, one of the higher-ranking agents walk into the room. He'd come straight from one of the regular tennis games the firm held to entertain clients so all he was wearing was a form fitting polo shirt and a pair of old jeans he'd pulled on for the drive back to the office. And the outfit did nothing but compliment his physique and ruggedly handsome face and also to make me all that much harder.
"Morning boys," he smiled and proceeded without fanfare or surprise to the urinal.
"Morning Brad." Aidan mumbled between groans. Feeling more than a little surprise I managed to get a pathetic attempt at a good morning past my mouth full of cock.
Both Aidan and Brad chuckled at my attempt, and I flushed red.
And things continued. Brad let loose a stream of piss from his thick rod and Aidan continued hammering my mouth with his. Before Brad was even half way finished peeing I was fully focussed on Aidan again. Apparently this was par for the course with these guys.
"Damn your good!" Aidan hissed between his teeth.
"Good cocksucker boss?" Brad asked as he shook his finished up at the urinal.
"The best..." more moans... "Wanna find out?" My eyes widened. Both men were looking at me now, Brad's flaccid penis still hanging freely from his jeans barely a metre away from me.
"Is that ok?" Brad asked.
I looked at Aidan who smiled down at me. In reply, I stood, bent over and took Brad's still soft dick in my mouth and pointing my waiting hole at Aidan. He took the que, and soon I was fully spitted at each end by 8 inches of throbbing cock.
Aidan seized my hips again and pushed himself deep inside me. I was already lubed from his precum from earlier and I parted for him with little resistance. Similarly, Brad's rigid cock was slamming hard into my mouth, his precum coating my lips and tongue. It seemed he precame like a tap and I savoured its salty taste while his shaven balls slapped against my chin.
"Oh fuck yeah. Suck my dick man. Fuckin' eat that pole." Brad whispered, his breath coming in ragged gasps.
Aidan was saying something behind me but I couldn't make it out as Brad grabbed my ears and began pulling me forward onto his dick on Aidan's every back thrust.
I'm not sure how long it went for but I all I knew was it was great.
"Shit I'm cumming." Brad moaned, pulling his cock from my mouth.
"I want to taste your load!" I said between gasps but too late as two thick creamy ribbons of cum landed in my hair and across my face. I grabbed his fat cut cock and thrust it back in my mouth. He gasped in ecstasy and I was rewarded as he shot more and more jizz down my throat. He bucked against my mouth and I sucked at him harder.
"Holy Shit!" I heard him yell and I felt him waver as he knees began to buckle.
"Yeah fuckin take the load boy!" Aidan added his voice. I thought he was adding to the excitement but as he pulled himself out completely I felt the first hot slam of his cum on my waiting hole. I moaned as he added squirted more cum onto my hole before pushing himself inside me again, pumping even more of his smouldering cream deep into me. I milked his cock with my arse, drawing his cock, squeezing it before he collapsed against my back.
With Aidan still buried in my arse, I stood and grabbed Brad by the waist and drew him roughly against me into a threesome embrace.
He kissed me deeply, his tongue exploring my mouth while Aidan's explored my ear. I writhed against them both seductively, my own cock, now free from the confines of my jockstrap, rubbing against the denim of Brad's jeans. Aidan's hands wound around my waist, cupping my balls and began kneading them, massaging them. Brad's hand found my dick and he soon he too was working my hard on with animal vigour.
I could feel Aidan's cum dripping from me as he softened to the point he slipped from inside me. I knew it was staining both our suits as it did but neither of us cared. Brad and I kissing had smudged his cum onto his own face as well, the creamy white liquid gleaming in his 5 O'clock shadow.
"I'm gonna blow" I murmured, my hips bucking. Brad stopped stroking me and with a speed I didn't think was possible, he was on his knees with his hot mouth circling the head of dick. I thrust upward twice before I felt my cock erupt in his mouth and I almost yelled my self with the intensity of my orgasm. I felt like I would never stop and despite his best efforts to swallow it all, Brad couldn't contain it and the white rivulets began to flow from the corners of his mouth.
Finally I began to ease and Brad eased my dick from his mouth, my last two shots landing on his face and neck.
He stood and kissed me again, tasting a mixture of our cum on his lips. Aidan kneeled behind me and I squirmed with delighted pleasure as he began to eat his own cum from my hole.
Finally we all stood and parted, smiling from each other. I was a little surprised to see two other guys at the urinals smiling at us; both hard and dripping their own brand of cum onto the white tiles of the bathroom.
"You're right boss: fucking awesome cocksucker!" Brad laughed, pushing his now flaccid dick back into his jeans as Aidan did the same. I suddenly became conscious of my own semi nakedness and I pulled up my jock and pants as quickly as dignity would allow.
I laughed at Brad, "You're welcome."
He kissed me hard and whispered in my ear... "Meet me at lunch." And he disappeared from the bathrooms. The other two guys followed him with satisfied smiles.
Aidan smiled at me and kissed me just as hard as Brad had. "I've got a meeting at lunch then another at five so I'm gonna be busy all day." I nodded and looked a little sheepish.
"I'll see you at home gorgeous." He smiled, kissed me again and left the room. I smiled too at his back and turned to the mirror. Most of Brad's cum had smudged away from my face, leaving only traces of its presence, but my hair was plastered with a thick strand of cum. I started to brush at with my hand and noticed a glint on my hand.
I stopped and examined the plain silver band on my left ring finger. I smiled again and said softly, almost to the air itself: "See you at home baby."
- (c) 2006: JC ('Jackers')