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.
For those of you who are reading my story, Billy and Danny, under College, I assure you that this is a very different tale. I originally wrote this as a short one-chapter story. One of my friends from the Nifty Six (Tim) thought the ending was contrived and urged me to make it a darker ending. The new ending opened up all sorts of possibilities and turned it into a longer story. 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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Thursday
Corey
Just before 11, I had a transaction that I needed George to sign off on. I took the paperwork out to his desk and explained it. I've got to admit he's really good at his job. He looked over the forms, asked a question or two and then signed. As he was signing, I spoke up, very quietly.
"By the way, George, I'm going to lunch now, but my break is at 1:15 and you're going to blow me in the supply room then. Don't be late."
I grabbed the papers and walked away. When I had completed the transaction, I closed my window and went to lunch.
Back from lunch, I kept an eye on old man Parker. At 1:14, I saw him go into the supply room. A minute later, I closed my window and went in.
"This is crazy Corey. There's no lock on the door and anyone could walk in."
"Then you'd better be really good and get the job done fast."
I opened my pants and pulled out my dick. I know I'm kind of a little guy, but I'm really proud of what I've got. Nearly eight inches, not too thick, but beautifully formed. The boss squatted down and began to suck on it. He was sucking really hard, but in that position and without any poppers to help, he could only take about half of it, so he had to stroke the rest.
He was good. Sucked like a Hoover, and the stroking helped. In no time I was pouring my load down his throat. As I shot my last, I heard the doorknob turn, I pulled out of his mouth and turned my back to the door, stuffing my stuff into my pants. I saw Parker turn the other way, pretending to tie his shoelace. Sharon walked in.
"Oh, shit! You guys startled me. I didn't know anyone was in here. What are you guys doing?"
"I just came in to see if I could find a pen that would write. I can't speak for old George. He's been on his knees since I walked in."
"Actually, Sharon, I was just looking over the supplies when I saw that my shoelaces had come untied. If you'll excuse me, I should get back to my desk."
He left the closet and I pretended to look for a pen.
"See what I mean? Are you getting it on with the boss? I thought you didn't even like him."
"Don't be silly. The thought of sex with old man Parker makes me want to puke. He's so old and so gross."
"Well, I think he's hot. Nice looking, great body, doesn't look anywhere near his age. Too bad he's gay. I know you're kinda young and should be playing the field, but you could do a lot worse than him."
"You really do want to make me sick. He's old. Don't put ugly pictures in my head."
I finally grabbed a pen and left. He was sitting at his desk, apparently totally involved in his work. I went back to my window. All I could think of was how great his mouth felt on my dick. Man, can he suck. And he just sucked it down, drinking every drop of my juice. That was one great orgasm.
George
What have I gotten myself into? I've worked for this lousy bank for over twenty years. I've always been myself, always been open and honest. And now this hot little twink who wasn't even born when I started here is in charge. I hate the way he treats me when we are alone, but at least in the bank, he's treating me better, talking friendly, calling me George. I wonder if anyone else has noticed and is wondering what's up. I love that I can have sex with him, but hate that I have no control over it. He defines it. It's good and hot, scary but kind of exciting. I've never been so out of control of a situation before. Shortly before closing at three, Corey came over to my desk.
"Got any plans for after work, George?"
"Not really. I was going to do some food shopping and then go home for the evening."
"Well, you've got plans, now. You and I are going for a little ride."
"Where?"
"You'll find out soon enough. See you at closing."
After we'd closed up, we stalled around until everyone else had left. Then he told me to get into his car, a bright red Honda Civic. As we pulled out, I again asked where we were going.
"I told you that you'd find out soon enough. Just be patient. I've been trying to think of a way I could mark you as mine. And I've come up with a couple of ideas. And just to show you that I am a considerate guy, I'll let you chose between them."
"Well, what are my choices?"
"In ten minutes, Georgie. Until then be patient."
In about ten minutes we pulled into the parking lot of a tattoo and piercing parlor on Route 23.
"Okay, Georgie, what's it going to be? Piercing or a tattoo?
"Are you crazy? I'm not into either of those. I don't want my body messed up."
"Well, it's gonna be one or the other. And keep in mind you just get to make the basic choice. If you choose tattoo, I get to pick the tattoo and the location. And if you pick piercing, I get to pick what gets pierced."
"No way am I going through with this. You're pushing me too far."
He started the car. Then he reached in the glove compartment and pulled out seven envelopes. Each had the name of one of our coworkers on it. He opened the top one and pulled out four pictures. The first, the close-up of my face, covered with his cum. The second, the close-up of my dick and pubes, covered in cum and the third, the shot covering me from head to thighs. The fourth was one he had taken Monday night. My arms and legs spread and tied to the bedposts, my body doubled over with my ass in the air with the vibrator implanted in it and a clear view of my face. He had stood over me on the bed to take that one.
"These will be on everyone's desks and counters in the morning. I even made up one with my name on it so no one would know I took them. Sorry you won't play along, Mr. Parker."
He put the car into reverse. I was in complete panic.
"No, wait, stop. Please, Corey, show some mercy. I never did anything bad to you, except look at you a little too much. Can you blame me? You're young and hot. I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable."
He put the car back into neutral and put on the hand brake and sat for a minute.
"Okay, George. I'm not letting you out of this, but make your choice and I'll show some mercy in my choice. Tattoo or piercing?"
My mind was racing. I don't know much about either. I know tattoos are permanent and God knows what he'd pick or where he'd put it. I've heard you can have them removed, but at great expense and discomfort and some scarring. I know that if you stop wearing earrings in pierced ears, the holes close up and heal over, leaving only a dot of a scar. Who knows what he'd have pierced? But he said he'd show mercy either way.
"Okay, pierce."
It's gonna hurt either way, but I think it's less permanent. And even if he picks the worst, it will be hidden. I can't say that about tattoos.
"Good choice, my man. I know just what I want. Let's go in. Let me do the talking."
Corey led the way into the store. I reluctantly followed.
"What can I help you gentlemen with today?"
"Well, my boyfriend's kind of shy, but he wants his nipples pierced. And of course, we want some nice rings to go in them."
"No problem. Nothing to be shy about sir. There are lots of men with pierced nipples, and not just gay men. Come in the back and take off your shirt and lie down on the table."
I did as he said dreading every moment. He prepared the right nipple and pierced it. I can't say it didn't hurt, but at least I didn't scream. After the bleeding stopped and he cleaned it up, he inserted a silver ring. I couldn't see what he was doing, but Corey watched and said he'd show me how it worked later. Then he repeated the procedure with the left nipple. He told me to lie there for a few minutes while he made up the bill.
He came back with the bill and a sheet of instructions.
"It's important that you follow these instructions to prevent bleeding, swelling and infection. You should be completely healed in a few days and if you have any questions or problems, our phone number is at the top."
Corey helped me off the table and helped me get my shirt on. I paid the bill and we left.
"You know, Corey, I was hoping for one ear. Wouldn't that have been enough?"
"Nah. Then people would have said you were starting to get fashionable. But think of how much worse it could have been. I could have gone for a PA or an eyebrow or even the tongue. The PA, only you and I would know about, which would make it special, but that's not why I'm doing this. The others would have been weird on a guy your age, which would have been embarrassing, which is what I'm after, but I said I'd be good, so I compromised."
Corey
He almost called my bluff. No way I can ever show those pictures at the bank. The first three were obviously taken at the beach and everyone knows Parker and I were both at the beach and ran into each other there Sunday. So it would be obvious that I took them and that I had something to do with the way they came about. And that would connect me to the other one as well. He's a bright guy, but he's in a panic. If he'd stuck to his refusal, the game would have been over. But when I brought out individual envelopes, he caved.
Actually, I was hoping he'd pick the tattoo. I had already decided on either 'Corey's Boy' or 'Property of Corey' on one ass cheek. I was sure the possibility of a Prince Albert would steer him away from piercing. But I said I'd show mercy, so that was out.
He seemed to be in discomfort on the way back to his car at the bank. I thought I'd be nice the rest of the ride.
"You know, Georgie, I owe you an apology. I told you before that I didn't want to hurt you physically and I know tonight hurt. So I'm sorry about that."
"Wasn't today enough? Why are you doing this to me?"
"Because I can. But don't worry, Georgie. As a kid, I tired of new toys pretty quickly. Right now, you're my new toy. I'm gonna play with you until I get tired of you."