This is a story of an unusual relationship between two men. If you are under age, or live in an area where reading stories that include sex between males sex is illegal, or if you're not into this type of story, please leave. This story is completely fictional, as are all of the characters. While the characters and their story are totally fictional, some of the places mentioned really do exist.
Thank you, my friends, fellow writers, critics, editors and e-mailers. I hope all of you reading this have as much fun with it as I had writing it. The guys in this story are into being safe because they want to live a long time. So should you.
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Tuesday
Corey
Last night was really fun. I really got off on shaving the old man. I just wish he hadn't already shaved his balls. Well, maybe another time. I wasn't sure the vibrator would work. My impression of him is that he has almost always been a top. And he is kind of shy, so I figured he might also be kind of tight. I don't know what I would have done if the vibrator didn't fit. I'm not a bad guy, but I think I would have tried to force it in. But it did go in. And damn did I have a good time fucking his mouth and throat. He may be old, but he's not really gross. I mean, he's a nice looking guy and has a good body. Otherwise I couldn't even consider doing anything with him. And eating pizza, drinking beer and talking to him were kind of nice, too. But he's really made me feel uncomfortable all of the time I've been working for the bank and now I have a chance to get back at him.
Today's email was simple. 'Remember commando. I will be checking up on you..'
He opened the door for me at the bank.
"Good morning. Corey, how are you today?"
"Pretty good, George. I went out and I had a blast last night. How about you?"
He looked around to see if anyone was within hearing distance, then spoke quietly.
"Actually, looking back, it wasn't so bad, although I'm kind of sore in a lot of places."
"Be careful when you sit down."
"You'd better believe it."
Wow! He really didn't mind that? That means I can use his body as much as I want in any way I want. But I'll have to work on the humiliation angle if my fucking him at either end doesn't seem to work as punishment. I know that'll get to him.
George
I can't believe I said that to him; it just slipped out, he was acting so friendly. Now that he knows I didn't mind being tied up, having a huge vibrator shoved up my ass and being forcefully face fucked, what will he try next? Shit! I'm going to have to watch what I say to him.
But it's true; it wasn't really that bad. The vibrator was a revelation. I never thought anything that big would fit inside me and though it hurt at first to be stretched like that, once I got used to it, the vibration felt good. And though I would have preferred he be a little more gentle in the face fucking and the nipple twisting, I love having his dick in my mouth. I've dreamt of it so much that even under these conditions, I do love it.
What comes next, I wonder? At least with my bowling tonight, I'm safe today, but he's gonna have me the rest of the week, I just know it.
Corey
I was working the drive-up window and Parker was behind the counter when I had some slack time with no cars on line.
"Hey, George, come over here and look at that bird."
He came over and stood next to me looking out the window while I pointed at an imaginary bird.
"I don't see any bird."
I stepped back a bit and pushed him over to where I had been standing. With my left hand I pointed over his shoulder. I looked around to make sure no one was paying any attention to us. Even if someone was looking, they wouldn't be able to see anything, but no one was. I reached around him and stuck my right hand down the front of his pants and grabbed his free-hanging cock and balls. He jumped and whispered, "Cut that out."
"Ah, Georgie," I whispered, "You know what they say about a bird in the hand."
All the while I kept squeezing his dick over and over until it was rock hard.
I saw a car approaching the window, so I pulled my hand out of his pants.
"I guess bird watching time is over. Back to work."
It was fun watching Georgie try to get back to his desk without anyone noticing the tent in the front of his slacks. He didn't succeed. I had lunch with Sharon, a married black teller around 30 about a half hour later.
"You'd better keep your eyes open, boy. I think our Mr. Parker has the hots for you."
"What do you mean, Sharon?"
"Well, you might not have noticed it, but he was standing awfully close to you at the window this morning, and when he went back to his desk he had an obvious erection very noticeable in his pants."
"I think you're jumping to conclusions. Guys get hardons for no reason at all sometimes. But even if you're right, don't worry, I can take care of myself."
"Okay baby, I just wanted to warn you. Although George is a nice guy and you could do worse."
A little before three, I went over to Parker's desk.
"I can stay and help you close up if you'd like, George."
"Thanks, Corey, but I can handle it myself."
"No, I mean it, I'd really like to help."
He hesitated and looked at me for a minute.
"Okay. Thanks for the offer and the help."
After closing at three, everyone took off pretty quickly. Parker and I made sure everything was shut down, put away, locked up, lights out. By 3:20 we were done and standing by his desk.
"Okay, Georgie, drop your pants."
"In the middle of the bank? For God's sake, there are windows all around. Anyone can see in here."
"You worry too much, Mr. Parker. No one walks in the suburbs. No one's gonna be passing by the windows. And if they do, do you really think they're gonna look into a closed bank? I think we're talking low risk here."
Actually, the day before I had come back by the bank an hour after closing. In broad daylight, with the lights out inside, even pressing my nose up against a window I couldn't make out much inside. So we were safe and had privacy. But he didn't know that.
Reluctantly, he unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his pants, lowered his fly and let his pants drop around his ankles. His shirttails still covered all of the important parts.
"You're gonna have to tuck your shirt up a bit. I wanna see the good stuff."
He did as I 'asked.'
"Okay, turn around and bend over your desk. I'm gonna fuck your ass. It felt great on the beach and I think it will be even more fun here now when I have a little time."
"Jesus, Corey, what if someone sees us?"
"Little chance of that, but if they do, who knows, maybe they'll enjoy the show."
So he bent over the desk and spread his legs a bit. I looked at his butt, slightly spread, newly shaved with his pucker just barely visible. I got an urge. Man, he'd better appreciate how nice I'm being to him. I squatted down behind him, spread his cheeks and began licking around his hole. I haven't done much rimming, though I love to be rimmed. It occurred to me that I should be making him do this to me and I'm sure I will at some point. But right now I just wanted to bury my face in his ass. I kept tongue fucking him, trying to get as much of my tongue up his ass as I could, all the while loosening him up for the finale.
Finally, I got up dropped my pants to my knees, rolled on a condom and lubed it up good. I aimed my dick at his hole and pushed it in. All of that tongue work had not only satisfied me but had prepared his hole for my invasion. Our fuck on the beach had been short out of necessity. This time, I wanted it to last, but I wanted to really pound him as well. I grabbed onto his shoulders and began to forcefully thrust into him, pushing my dick as far into him as I could, over and over. I fucked hard and fast, I fucked hard and slow. The slow was fun; gradually pulling almost all the way out, then quickly thrusting all the way back in. Finally, I unloaded what seemed like a bucket of cum into the condom in his ass.
I pulled out of him and he stood up and turned around. I saw he had cum all over his desk calendar.
I carefully removed the condom, full of my juice and held it up to his mouth.
"Thirsty, Georgie?"
"You know Corey, I really like cum. And I'm really glad you use condoms. While oral sex is fairly safe, it isn't 100% guaranteed. I swallowed your stuff last night, but I really don't want to take any more chances."
"I'm glad to hear you say that, George. I'm kind of a safety freak myself. I get tested twice a year and never do anything unsafe. So I can absolutely guarantee you that I am negative and that you can drink this without any worry. I know I'm healthy. I use the condoms to stay that way."
"Well, I get tested as part of my annual physical and am always very careful, so you can be sure that I'm negative too. But it's good to hear you say that. I keep reading that young gay guys aren't taking HIV and AIDS seriously enough and are taking lots of chances. When you've lost as many friends as I have, you realize how serious it is."
He had a far away look in his eyes and for a minute I though he was going to cry. Shit! I don't want to see him this way, a human being who cares about the people close to him. It's so much easier to abuse him when he is just a dirty old man.
"So drink up, Georgie."
I slowly poured the contents of the condom down his throat. I loved watching my cum go into his mouth.
"You know, you taste really good, Corey."
"Thanks, I've tasted my own now and then and kind of like it. Maybe someday, now that I know how careful you are, I'll taste yours and make a comparison. But I think you're gonna need a new desk calendar tomorrow."
George
I can't believe he fucked me over my desk in broad daylight when anyone could pass by and look in the windows. What's worse is that I can't believe how much I enjoyed it. I've never really like getting fucked much. I always fantasized about it, but the reality has not always lived up to the fantasy. But he's good, long but not very thick, which makes for a nice comfortable fit.
But I am going to need a new desk calendar in the morning. My cum made the ink run in a lot of places, so even after it dries, it will be noticeable.
"So, George, I hear you go to the gym a lot. It shows. Where do you go?"
"Bally's in Wayne, though I don't really like it much. Their gym in Fairfield was smaller but so much nicer. And it had a much better swimming pool. But they closed it a few years ago."
"Shit! I belong to Bally's too. I joined in Livingston, but then six months later, they shut that one down too, so I don't go anymore."
"I originally joined in Livingston when I lived there. It was a nice club, though in the past few years they kept closing down their facilities. First the steam rooms, then the pool and whirlpool and sauna, finally, the whole place. So now I'm stuck with Wayne, which is overcrowded and has a pool you can't swim in."
"What do you say we go to the gym together tomorrow? Keep in mind you don't have a choice. We can go after work and work out together."
I don't know where he's going with this. And I know I don't have a choice. Fortunately, I knew a lot of people at both Fairfield and Livingston, but don't really know anyone at Wayne. So I'm not too worried.