The story is about a moving company that only employs hot guys, who work shirtless a lot, and they also provide sex services at the end of the move. In this story, a middle-age guy with a dad-bod has moved and purchased the "manwich". He fucks one of the crew while the crew boss fucks him. Everyone has fun.
"Ok, that's the last box. Ready for the next part?"
I looked at the middle-aged guy we'd just moved into his new house. He was a bit overweight but still pretty hot in a dad/coach sort of way. Probably a football star in high school who'd let himself go
Mr. Jones looked a bit nervous. "So, ah, how does this work?"
I gave him my best customer service smile. "Ok, first you sign off on the delivery here." I handed him a clipboard. "Then sign the NDA and consent form here." I flipped the page and he dutifully signed. "Ok, now that the paperwork is done, it's your choice. You signed up for the manwich, so you just need to pick out from our crew who you want to fuck and who you want to fuck you. We go until you're satisfied, but no more than an hour."
Mr. Jones looked thoughtful. "What was the name of the blonde guy? Sorry, I'm terrible with names."
"No worries, that's Terry. Where did you want him?"
Mr. Jones looked around. "Hmm, how about bent over my bed in the master? And then, uh, you as the guy fucking me."
I smiled at him, this time with sincere pleasure. "That sounds just fine. I'll get Terry and we'll meet you in the master bedroom."
I went out and met the guys. "Ok, Terry, you're up and I'll be joining you. The rest of you can take off for the day. You'll get a Ready to Fuck bonus, as usual. Make sure the truck gets back to the depot. Thanks, guys!"
I waved them off and then walked with Terry back to the house. "You good to go?"
Terry chuckled. "You kidding? All this moving shit has made me horny as fuck and Mr. PTA is yummy."
"Yeah, we lucked out on this one. You should have seen the retired couple we moved in last week." I shuddered theatrically. "I mean, sure, they were enthusiastic, but not exactly ship shape anymore."
"I'll just be happy to be able to get it up by that age."
I laughed. "You and me both, brother."
Mr. Jones had pulled the blinds, stripped, and put down a waterproof play mat on the bed. I guessed some of those heavy boxes we'd carted in had been some BDSM equipment, because I recognized the play mat from one of my favorite online adult toy stores.
I was also not wrong about Mr. Jones and his physique. Sometimes my job fucking our clients is a chore and sometimes it is a genuine pleasure.
Mr. Jones smiled at us, then looked down at his dick, then back up at us. "Any chance you fellows could give me a hand with this?" He pointed at his cock. "It doesn't seem to be inflating like it should."
Terry chuckled, pulled his shirt off -- revealing a great chest, abs, and shoulders -- knelt in front of Mr. Jones, and pulled the man's cock into his mouth.
Mr. Jones sighed with pleasure. I knelt next to Terry, and we started to tongue his cock together, sometimes kissing on the upbeat.
"Oh, yeah, that is definitely the way to round out today. You guys are worth every fucking penny."
After a while pleasuring Mr. Jones and getting him rock hard, we got into our manwich positions. Terry bent over the bed, showing off his money-maker. I'm not sure what his glute routine was but it was paying off. He had a round nearly hairless ass that just begged you to fuck him. I'd had a chance to do that, a time or two, and Terry's ass was a treat. Mr. Jones wasted no time in applying some lube to his cock and slowly -- every so slowly -- sinking him self balls-deep into Terry.
Terry, both hands on the bed, feet on the floor, groaned. "Oh yeah, that is it."
Mr. Jones held himself all the way in Terry, then did a few strokes very slowly back and forth. I got the impression Mr. Jones knew how to fuck a guy. He didn't rush in and ram away like some kind of rutting bull --- not that I'm completely against that when you're in the mood. But Terry was going to have a much better time this way.
I kept myself hard watching them go at it. And admiring Mr. Jones well-toned ass, at least for a guy in his late thirties or early forties.
I didn't have too long to wait. Mr. Jones paused in his banging away on Terry to look at me. "You joining us, Hunter?"
I grinned at him. "Thought you'd never ask."
I lubed up some more, then put a hand on Mr. Jones shoulder and pushed him forward. He obligingly bent over a bit. I ran a lubed-up finger along his crack. He sighed. Then I pushed my finger into him, trying to push in a bunch of lube as I did. He wasn't as tight as I expected, but definitely hadn't been fucked in a while. I was rubbing his prostate with two fingers when he stopped me.
"Fuck! Please just stick that cock in me already?"
"Yes, sir, we're always happy to oblige our customer's every request."
We all laughed.
I held Jones by his shoulders, leaned over to rest my chest on his back, and angled my cock just right. Then I pushed into him. He was hot, tight, and he spasmed a little against my intrusion. I got it all the way in, and we all paused to catch a breath.
Terry swore. "I'm feeling kind of neglected down here. Can someone get this fuck train out of the station?"
I backed up a little, pulling a bit out of Jones. "Careful what you wish for. Ok, Mr. Jones, you're the conductor of this fuck train. Take us out."
Jones pulled back, impaling himself on my cock and withdrawing from Terry. Then he pushed forward into Terry, and then back. Slowly, ever so slowly, he picked up the pace.
In five or ten minutes, he was in a regular back and forth, one moment fucking Terry, the next impaling himself on my cock.
Man, I love my job.
We did that for a lovely while, Jones setting the pace and bringing both Terry and myself along.
Then he stopped. "Ok, guys, let's see if we can get up on the bed and lie down on our sides without popping out. Go on three. One, two, three."
We wiggled, nearly lost our collective balance, and eventually got into position. Enough of the lube had run down Terry's and Jones' legs so that moving back and forth on the play mat wasn't too hard. We slowly got back to our rhythm, though both Terry and I were becoming a bit more active; me fucking Jones, and Terry backing himself up onto Jones' nice sized cock.
We whiled away the hour. I had completely lost track of time. Fuck the schedule.
Eventually we came to an explosive conclusion. Terry came first, wordlessly crying out and spraying the mat. Then Mr. Jones grunted and rammed into Terry, staying there, clutching him, while I kept fucking his lovely ass. I came not much later.
We all flopped back and tried to catch our breath. I popped out of Jones and he did the same for Terry a moment later. We lay back, looking at the ceiling.
Mr. Jones was the first to speak. "Holy shit that was great."
I chuckled. "Thanks, and same to you. Sometimes my job is a little more work than I'd like, but I not today. That was awesome."
"It sure as hell was." Terry said. "I haven't cum hands-free like that since college." Terry lightly smacked Mr. Jones thigh. "Dude, you are a wizard with that cock."
He laughed. "Thanks, man. I appreciate the compliment coming from two hunks like you guys."
I made a pfft noise. "Oh please, you might need a little toning up but you are definitely still a hunk."
"Thanks. Really, you guys, this was a great end to what could have been a shitty day."
"Happy to oblige, Mr. Jones. Very happy to oblige."