Middle Life Chapter 1
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Jonathan Richardson sat at his desk, looking out over the downtown skyline of Station City from the large windows in his corner office. He had work to do, reports to file, final details to look after for an acquisition of a small, rival accounting firm. He glanced at the leather bound day-planner open on his desk; drinks with senior managers at five, dinner with his wife, Helen, at Spogatti's at seven, fundraiser ball for the Station City Museum of Modern Art at nine-thirty, in bed by midnight, and up the next morning at five-thirty to begin it all again.
He sighed and leaned back. At forty-seven years old, he was a highly successful executive in the cutthroat corporate banking world. Tall, fit, good looking with just a touch of grey at his temples, he knew he cut a dashing figure in his dark charcoal Armani suit. He had married into a wealthy family and worked his way up the ladder to Vice President of Station City First National Investment, Loans and Accounting. He had a large house, estate, really, in the wealthy suburb Milton Vale and a condo downtown for the nights he had to work late. He drove a Cadillac DTS. He was bored silly.
He tapped a web address into his computer and the image of a muscled man in a military uniform sitting behind a desk filled the screen. Jonathan checked to make sure the volume was off, and then hit play. A younger man entered the barracks office and sat in front the commanding officer. A few gestures passed between them and the officer stood and walked over to the private. The private looked up at the older man and gently placed his hand on the crotch of the officer's khakis. The older man unzipped his pants and reached into his surprisingly skimpy bikini briefs. The private reached up and grasped the meaty member on offer. It was ludicrously big around, barely fitting in the younger man's hand and extending several inches past the closed fingers. Ever so gently, the private pulled back the foreskin on his officer's cock, revealing the flare of a large purple helmet. The private slid the cock between his lips and began to stroke the shaft. The shot cut back to show the private unwrapping his own sizable pole, jerking himself as he sucked his commander.
Jonathan's slacks were tenting and he quickly unzipped and re-adjusted his package, slipping a silk handkerchief around the head to absorb the leaking pre-cum, then he tucked it away and continued to watch.
The pair on the screen had changed positions and the officer now had his face buried in the crack of the private's ass while slowly jerking the younger man's cock from behind. Impatient, his breathing getting a bit shallow, Jonathan skipped ahead. Both men were now naked; sweat slicking the finely chiseled muscles of the actors. The commander was slowly pushing his penis into the younger man's asshole. The private was bent over the desk, arms stretched out, butt in the air as the older man plowed into him. Jonathan leaned back in his chair and squeezed the outline of his rock hard member.
The phone on his desk beeped discreetly. He quickly hid the video window and peevishly pressed the button, resentful that his reverie had been interrupted.
"Your two-thirty appointment is here, Mr. Richardson," his secretary's soft, breathy voice informed him.
"Send him in," he replied. This was his first meeting with the new hire for a management position in a branch in Milton Vale. Jason Miller was a little shorter than Jonathan, though his shoulders filled out the blue Hugo Boss sport coat quite nicely and his handshake was very firm. His short, perfectly styled hair and impeccable shirt and tie were set off by a rakish bit of stubble on his chin. Mr. Miller held himself like a man in control, and Jonathan had no doubt that he would find the new employee an able manager. He had a moment of panic when he realized that his erection had likely been plainly visible as he stood to shake the other man's hand, but Miller made no sign that he noticed.
Jonathan felt slightly sheepish at his continued arousal as the interview went on. He wasn't gay, he assured himself, although he had taken to watching videos on that website, especially the ones with muscled authority figures taking advantage of their underlings. His sex life with Helen had been perfunctory, at best, for several years, but he still lusted after his secretary, Margaret - a big busted redhead with full, sultry lips and a seductive sway to her hips. But he had begun to notice certain men at his health club, had noticed the way their swim trunks fit, had snuck peeks at their genitals in the change room, had begun to play with himself with a finger in his asshole. And now he was imagining Jason Miller bent over his desk with his cute round ass in the air waiting to be fucked hard by his new boss.
"Are you alright, sir?" Jason asked. He felt lightheaded, a bit dizzy. The younger man came forward and put his hand on Jonathan's shoulder. His musky scent enveloped Jonathan and he could feel the heat of his employee's body as he stood between Jonathan's chair and his desk. Jason leaned back against the desk, and to Jonathan's horror the screen of his computer jumped to life, presenting the paused video image of the young military private getting fucked in the ass by his commander.
"Oh." Jason said. He looked at Jonathan speculatively. Jonathan sat paralyzed in his leather chair. He could see his career crumbling around him, the end of his marriage, his money, all down the drain because of an indiscreet attempt to relieve his boredom. "I think I see the problem," the young man continued, looking at Jonathan's crotch, "you just need a bit of release."
The new manager of the Milton Vale branch of the First National knelt in front of Jonathan and gently squeezed the outline of his cock through his slacks. With a practiced hand he unzipped the trousers and fished Jonathan's erection out of his boxers. Jonathan breathed very slowly as Jason stroked his cock a few times, rubbing the sticky pre-cum over the engorged tip. The young man looked into his eyes, and then dragged his tongue up and down the length of his shaft a few times. Jonathan was shaking. Jason slid the head of his cock into his mouth, tongue continuing its work on his shaft, teasing the underside of the head, and then he eased it all the way into his throat.
Helen had always claimed that she wouldn't suck his cock because it was too big, and she also despised the taste of semen. Jason had no such compunctions as he eagerly sucked and jerked the rod in his mouth, now using his free hand to massage Jonathan's hairy balls.
"Would you like to cum in my mouth, Mr. Richardson?" Jason asked. Jonathan groaned and began to erupt, his erstwhile new playmate quickly gobbling the head of his cock to catch the second volley. Jonathan couldn't remember the last time he had cum that hard or that much. He threw his head back as Jason expertly coaxed his load from his cock, his finger snaking between Jonathan's cheeks and tickling the pucker of his asshole, his lips sealed around the head.
Jonathan collapsed back in his chair as Jason stood, reaching into his own pants and releasing his very hard cock. Jonathan gasped as Jason stepped forward and slowly rubbed it across his cheeks, down his nose and over his lips, leaving a slimy trail behind it. He had never been this close to another man's erection before and he was surprised by the pulsing energy of Jason's manhood.
Without thinking he parted his lips and Jason slipped the salty tip into his mouth. Having never done anything like this, Jonathan was at a bit of a loss, but Jason put his hand on the back of his head and gently pulled him forward, until the ballooning tube filled his mouth and nudged the back of his throat. His gag reflex kicked in, and Jason pulled back slightly, and then slowly began to pivot his hips, feeding Jonathan his meat an inch at a time.
Thinking back to his video material, Jonathan began to bob his head, clumsily at first, so that Jason had to remind him to cover his teeth. Without much expertise, but surprisingly eagerly, Jonathan began to administer his first blowjob. He sealed his lips tightly around Jason's thrusting shaft, trying to tickle the head with his tongue until soon Jason began to hump against him more urgently. Jonathan's cock was stirring to life again as he realized he was fulfilling a long-held desire.
The time for reflection quickly evaporated as Jason compulsively thrust down Jonathan's throat. Jonathan gagged and choked as his mouth filled with his employee's semen, but he couldn't pull back with Jason holding him tightly by his hair as he unloaded pulse after pulse of jism. Having no choice he began to swallow, and this only made his own lust rise faster, his cock now fully hard again.
By the time Jason slumped back on the desk, Jonathan was having thoughts of trying to get at his employee's asshole, wondering what it would be like to rim another man like he'd seen in the videos.
The phone on the desk buzzed again. "It's your wife on the line, Mr. Richardson," Margaret intoned. Jason gave him a slightly disappointed look, removed his dick from Jonathan's mouth with a pop, and pulled up his pants. Jonathan tucked his member away quickly and answered the phone.
As he absently answered his wife's questions, Jason wrote quickly on a piece of notepaper. Watching Jason's retreating figure, Jonathan noticed that he had left his hotel and room number.
"Yes, Dear, I'm listening," he told his wife as he squeezed his cock in anticipation.