"It's In the Bank" by Justin Miller (justinmiller36@hotmail.com)
Friday Morning, and I needed to cash my pizza-guy paycheck. Had to get beer money for the weekend. I'm only a freshman at Pacific State so I can't buy my own beer yet. But since I pledged Alpha Sigs, along with my other soccer buds, I've got a never ending supply of beer available at the house, as long as I pitch in cash for the kegs. I try to limit my drinking until the weekend, when I can really kick back. I'm a semi-serious athlete, never discplined enough to be a starter for the varsity soccer team. But I'm no slouch. I'm 6' on the nose, and quite lanky. I can't seem to add much bulk, but I'm proud of the definition that I've been able to develop since my growth spurt a couple of years back. I keep my muddy brown hair short and spiked, and have a baby face that will ensure that I'll be carded until I'm forty.
So I headed over to First Western Mutual and get in line with all the housewives waiting to see a teller. There were 3 of them, but Lars immediately caught my eye. Sure, Maggie and Megan were cute enough, if you're into middle aged women, but I'm more into male hotties. And Lars certainly had qualified. He was quite tall, probably 6'3". Being casual Friday, he was decked out in a tight company polo shirt that accentuated his beefy biceps and developed chest. His sandy blond hair had that casual, thrown together look that can only be achieved expert styling and powerful hair care products. Why a fine specimen of manhood was working as a bank clerk instead of personal trainer or runway model was one of the great mysteries of the universe.
He finished with his next customer and looked up. He flashed a dazzling smile, which I was certain that he was shooting towards me. Turns out it was for the little old lady at the front of the line. She walked slowly over to the counter. Damn, I only had a one in three chance of getting the lovely Lars as my teller. I was fourth in line now, so if all the folks in front of me took the same amount of time, then I'd get stuck with one of the gals.
The next two customers went to Maggie and Megan, so it was looking the old guy in front of me was going to get Lars. I said a silent prayer to no one in particular for some minor divine intervention. Mere moments later, out came Lois, another cashier, who opened her line and motioned for the doddering old guy to come on over. Panic struck me as I realized that Lars was going to be my clerk and I didn't know what to say to this Nordic god. Not trusting myself to speak coherently, I scribbled a quick note on my deposit ticket: "you are SO-O-O cute!" I hoped I could get a reaction out of him, and if he didn't come off very homo-friendly, I'd just say that I thought I was going to get Megan.
He finished up with his customer and then looked over my way. He gave me a quick "come hither" nod and I nearly floated over to the counter. My tongue seemed to lined with cotton; I could barely utter "Fine" when he asked me how my day was going. His long fingers grabbed the deposit ticket and my paycheck, and he held up the deposit ticket and studied it.
"Is...is everything all right, um, Lars?" I inquired, with a slightly devious smirk on my lips.
"I think it all looks splendid, Mr. Miller." His blue eyes were dazzling as he stared intently at me. A faint smile appeared. "But, I'm going to have to check with the manager on this. Wait here, it will only take a moment."
Maybe I had misread his interest. I was hoping to get his phone number, or find out when he would get a lunch break. Instead, he disappeared into one of the offices off to the side. He was in there for three or four minutes.
"Fuck," I thought to myself. What the hell had I done. Maybe there were bank regulations against flirting with the tellers or something. Is there such a thing of sexual harassment from a customer?
When he came out, he had a big grin on his face. "Mr. Miller-our manager would like to have a personal consultation with you about your options on this transaction. Could you spare a few moments in his office?"
Now, I was thoroughly confused. I was just cashing a check-this should be a no-brainer transaction. But Lars was just so damn cute; I'd help him empty the trashcans if he asked me to. I muttered that I had some time and he put his "Line Closed" sign on the counter. I followed him to the end of the counter and he opened the little half-door that let me into the hallowed ground known as "behind the teller lines." Megan looked over and gave me an all-knowing look, like customers were led into the back all the time.
Once behind the counter, I got my first glance at Lars' lower body. He had narrow hips, but the cut of his chinos displayed his fine bubble butt to all. I'd follow that ass anywhere-it was as if it were a horseshoe magnet and I was a rod of iron. In fact, if I spent much more time around him, I'd really have a rod of iron in my pants. I stuck my right hand in the my 501s and gave my dick a quick tug.
Lars led me into a short hallway and opened the first door on the left. We stepped into the room that clearly belonged to the manager, judging from the dark wood furniture and original lithographs on the walls. Said manager was sitting in a tall leather chair. He immediately arose from his chair and reached out to shake my hand. His grip was firm and his white teeth sparkled as he smiled approvingly at me. He was several inches shorter than me, probably 5'9" or so. He seemed to have some Italian blood in him; his curly hair was jet black and the tan that he had seemed to be more genetic than solar. I pegged him at about 30. He motioned for me to have a seat while he walked around to the front of the desk. Lars shut the door and walked over by him.
"My name is Michael. I'm the Branch Manager. Lars showed me the transaction that you wanted to complete. Seems that you think that someone's cute."
"Um, well, you see, it was just a joke." I sputtered.
"Damn, that's too bad!" said Michael. "I personally think that Lars here is the one of the cutest boys that I've ever hired. He put his hand on Lars' head and mussed up his strategically messy hair. "Don't you agree?"
I had a feeling that this wasn't your typical employer-employee relationship. I wasn't going to miss out on where this was going to. "Yeah, he's a real dreamboat."
"And Lars, do you think that Mr. Miller is cute as well?"
"Man, he's fuckin' hot, Mike!"
"Then, why don't you show him some customer appreciation?"
Lars leaned over and planted his lips onto mine. I reached my arms around his back and pulled him closer. His tongue was wrestling mine for dominance; I relaxed and let it explore all over my warm mouth. I had explorations of my own, as my hands moved further down his torso and into his chinos. Christ, the dude wasn't wearing any underwear. Whoever said that bankers are uptight hadn't ever been to this branch. I grabbed a handful of his smooth, muscular asscheek and squeezed it tightly. He gasped and broke our kiss momentarily. He attacked my mouth again, as his hands reached down to undo his pants. He pulled down the zipper and the tan chinos fell to his ankles. I had full access to his cute tush. I slid the side of my hand along his buttcrack and rubbed my index finger in tiny circles around his asshole. I could feel just a faint covering of tiny hairs surrounding his chute.
He pulled my tank top over my head and then moved his mouth down to my sweaty chest and my perky nipples. He flicked at them with his tongue before nibbling ever so gently on each of them. His hands had continued their downward journey and had found the bulge in my jeans. He rolled his palm over my package as his mouth bathed my tight abs with saliva.
I looked over at Michael, the manager, who hadn't come over to join us. He had removed his tie though, and was massaging his pecs through his starched white dress shirt.
I refocused my energies on the blond god who was now kneeling in front of me. He had unbuttoned my fly and pushed my jeans to my ankles. I kicked off my Birkenstocks and stepped out of the jeans, now only dressed in a pair of navy blue boxer briefs. My cock was obscenely outlined in the shorts, which I intentionally wore a size too small just for the soft feel of cotton rubbing up against my prick. Lars launched an all-out oral assault on my brief-covered cock; it was if he was hoping that the saliva would disolve the cotton and give him direct access to my sturdy fleshpole. I stuck my thumbs underneath the waistband and pulled them down slightly, so that my dickhead was exposed. Lars dived upon it and sucked on it like the top of an ice cream cone. He pulled back and a thin line of saliva stretched from his lips to my crotch. He gathered up some spit and then spat down on my dickhead. He pulled my underwear down beneath my balls, pushing them up higher onto my shaft. Lars then impaled his mouth on my 8" cock, deep throating me like a pro. He held his position for 30 seconds, his tongue ever-swirling along the underside of my engorged prick. He came up for air and then dove back onto my schlong. I put my hands on his head and guided him into a comfortable bobbing rhythm. I humped my hips, plunging my long meat deeper into his sucking mouth.
After several minutes of his oral lovin', I was getting quite close to blowing my load. I wanted to prolong the ecstacy, so I released his head from my grasp.
"Suck my balls, guy. Lick my hairy nutsack!"
Lars seemed more than happy to comply. He drizzled my dickhead with slobber before moving down to my egg-sized balls. His hand cupped them from behind and he shoved both into his mouth. I moaned as his warm mouthjuices bathed my nuts. I slowly jacked my spit-covered cock while Lars spit out one of my balls and worked exclusively on working over each of them in turn. Precum had started to ooze from my dickhead and I rubbed it into my palm and then up and down my meat.
By this point, Michael had removed his shirt and T-shirt, displaying a broad, hairy chest and rock hard tummy. He had a bulldog tattoed on his abs, with his navel right where the pug nose of the dog was. He positioned himself behind Lars' succulent rear and spread his cheeks with each of his hands. He stuck his middle finger in his mouth and then inserted it up Lars' well-muscled butt. I could see Lars wince as his asshole adjusted to its invader. After a few thrusts, Michael again pulled his teller's buttcheeks apart, but this time, he dove face first into Lars' sweaty crevice. He made loud slurping sounds as he licked and poked all over Lars' hot butt. Lars wiggled his butt and pushed it deeper into his boss' face, as he started sucking on my dick again in earnest. He spit into his hand and starting jacking on his dick furiously. I thrusted my hips in response to his oral maneuvers. I was getting close, too close to be able to stop.
"Oh, baby. I'm gonna spooge all over you. God, you're so HOT. Suck me, dude! Make me blow it. Oh yeah, c'mon. Suck it, boy."
He responded to my urgings by another deep throating. His urgent hoovering of my cock was too intense. He gobbled my rod so far that I could feel his hot breath on my fuzzy balls. I felt my jism speeding through my cock and tilted my head back in ecstacy as the first round fired down upon Lars' tonsils.
"Fuck yeah, dude. I'm CUMMMMMIN' God yes, ummmmmph" My grunts became less human and more animal as stream upon stream of pent-up semen erupted from my prick. Lars lifted his mouth from my pulsing prick and got several more waves of semen shot onto his pretty boy face. He smiled as the cum clung to his lips and chin. He was pounding his pud faster and faster, nearing orgasm himself.
"Oh, Mikey. Lick my butt. Make me CUM." He stood up and kissed me hard. I tasted my own cum on his lips and fed some back to him via my tongue. His whole body tensed up and he shot his seed into my crotch. He couldn't say anything since his mouth was grinding against mine, but he let out some deep moans as he felt the waves of orgasm race through his veins. Several more volleys of manjuice landed on my cock and fell to the floor. I grabbed both of our cocks with my hand and jerked them simultaneously, mixing the spit and cum into a slimy love lube.
Michael left Lars' butt and joined us in a passionate kiss. Lars and I both looked at each other and winked. We then simultaneously bent down and started rubbing his junk through his expensive suit pants. He was rock hard and was sporting a monster. Lars undid the button and unzipped Michael's pants. He had since removed his shoes and sock, so after stepping out of his pants, he was clad only in a pair of tighty-whitey BVDs. His uncut cockhead was already poking out from its confinement. I pulled down on his briefs and out popped the longest schlong I had ever seen in my relatively short life. It appeared to be 10" long. He had on a leather cockring, which served to accentuate his hairless balls. In fact, his whole crotch was absolutely hairless, which was in stark contrast to the hairiness of the rest of this stud's body.
While I surveyed the turf, Lars (who obviously had visited this area before) wasted no time in sliding his fist along his bosses thick shaft. I had never done a guy with an uncut cock, so I licked tenatively at the bulbous head that was poking out from his foreskin. The aroma was a bit stronger than other men that I had been with, but it was a good, manly smell. Pre-cum had already leaked out of his slit and made his whole glans shiny and inviting. Lars slid the skin up around my tongue as I swirled it around his head. I swabbed my tongue over the spongy crown and tasted more of the sweet man-goo oozing out of his piss-hole. I bobbed my head up and down on his fuckstick as Lars moved down to suckle on his clean-shaven nuts. I tried to deep throat his monster prickbut it felt much bigger than I thought. I managed only to swallow only about half of his hard piece before I gagged and had to take my mouth of the thing.
Sensing that Michael was nearing his own orgasm, Lars and I put our lips on each side of Michael's pulsing shaft as he thrusted back and forth between our faces. I ran my fingers along his boyishly smooth balls and then moved under his cockring and along the trail back to his ass. I felt another set of fingers and smiled, realizing that Lars had the same idea as I did. Almost in synch, we each plunged a finger deep into his banker butt.
"Wow yeah, guys! Work my hole, Oh yeah, that's it! I'm gonna CUUUUUUUMMMM!"
A splurge of cum shot past our lips and out the tip of Michael's pole, landing a foot away on the carpet. I moved my mouth to his cockhead and caught the next several spurts in my mouth. His jizz was thick and salty. I swallowed his manseed, which took several gulps due to the volume of spooge.
The three of us stood up and our lips melted into a long, deep kiss, our bodies grinding.
TO BE CONTINUED?
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