Things couldn't have gone better with our seduction of our neighbor Joe. Mike and I decided we'd come up with a real good thing. Sucking Joe was fun and we didn't get bored doing it, but we wanted others. Luck was on our side.
I work at the home office of a large health care agency, as a senior executive. Our office was in a complete turmoil because a new telecommunications system was being installed. While it was a pain in the ass it did have its compensations, lots of hunky blue collar types everywhere you looked in the office. I had a hard time keeping my mind on work, let alone trying to keep my dick from staying hard.
While there were lots of fine specimens there was one who was literally a wet dream on legs. Brice was the foreman of the telephone installation crew. He looked about 35, was 6'2"; had buzz-cut brown hair and lively light brown eyes; a manly, handsome face; and a body that took my breath away. His tight jeans and taut flannel shirt did little to concealed a hard, well-defined body. Work boots and leather tool belt finished the picture, except for the best part. The pouch of his jeans was so packed full that I wondered how the zipper managed to hold it back.
I feasted on his beauty for two weeks, I jacked Mike off to a fantasy of the two of us eating this stud's meat but, we wanted the real thing. Finally on Friday at the end of the second week I got a chance. I was on my way to lunch when I spotted him waiting for an elevator. Luck was with me, we were the only two on the elevator. I couldn't help looking at him and when he noticed I said, "Hey, going to lunch?"
"Yep."
"Care to join me, I'm headed to a little deli about a block from here."
"Sounds good, I'm not too familiar with the places around here, besides I wouldn't mind the company. I really hate eating alone?"
"Great. Where are you from?"
"Pennsylvania."
"I didn't realize you came from that far away."
"Yeah I go all over the northeast on these big jobs."
"Must be hard being away from your family," I was fishing.
"It's tough, especially on the wife and kids."
"Not so easy on you either, I'd imagine."
"I hate living in motels, hate eating restaurant food, hate being lonely, and hate being horny, but I couldn't earn half as much as I do now if I stayed put, so I sacrifice."
We got to the deli, ordered and ate while making small talk. Aside from lusting for this guy, I really liked him, and I could tell he liked me, in a friendly sort of way.
"So how often do you get home?" I asked as we moved toward the end of our meal.
"Most every weekend, but not this weekend. We have to work this weekend, so that the lines are ready by Monday or we'll be way behind. It sucks, but what can you do. Being away for two straight weeks is the worse."
"Listen I have a thought, how would you like to come over to my place for dinner tomorrow night. I only live about 20 minutes out of the city."
"That's real nice of you, I think I'd like that a whole lot."
I wrote out directions to the house on the back of a napkin and gave it to him. "How's 7:00 with you."
"Great. Is there anything I can bring."
"Just an appetite."
We walked back to the office, I had to work hard not to skip. When I got behind the closed door of my office I called Mike to tell him the news.
The next day Mike and I plotted our strategy. Mike made another lasagna, saying he'd heard that a good meal was the quickest way to a man's cock. Brice arrived right on time. I could tell he was more than a little surprised when I introduced him to my roommate Mike instead of to a wife, but he seemed to take it in stride.
We enjoyed a great meal, and Brice had second helpings. Mike was serving out a devil foods cake he'd baked when our neighbor Joe appeared at the sliders outside of our kitchen. I looked at Mike, he looked at me and shrugged as he waved Joe in.
"Hey guys, sorry I didn't notice you had company. I just thought you might be interested in some great weed and I was hoping for. . .but, with company, I guess I'll just head back home."
Before Mike or I could say anything Brice said, "don't leave on my account. If I heard you right I'd enjoy a little smoke, if the rest of you guys don't feel awkward smoking with me."
Joe grinned from ear to ear, but looked at me and Mike. I knew that he knew at that moment what we were up to with Brice and he winked at me. He said, "no problem with me, but I only have time for a couple of jays, then I really do have to go."
Mike and I laughed, Joe was being real thoughtful, we'd repay him with an extra special suck job real soon. We also sat at the table and Joe joined us in doing in the cake. By the time desert was finished so were the two joints and we each of us had a major buzz going. Joe always had the best weed.
True to his word, no sooner were we finished than Joe excused himself and left. The three of us went into the living room. I looked at Brice and couldn't help but notice that he was sporting what appeared to be a huge erection. His fat pole was stretched out hard and thick down the left leg of his jeans, a wet spot widening where the head came to an end. He noticed me looking, I couldn't help it, I was mesmerized. He flushed and said, "sorry about this, grass always makes me horny and since I haven't seen my wife since last Sunday it's even worse."
"You don't have to apologize to us," Mike said. He too was transfixed by the sight of Brice's manmeat. "Shit, we're two of the horniest guys on the planet. Wish we could help you out, I know what it's like."
"Hell, I wish somebody could help me out. I'm so horny right now I'd fuck a snake if you'd nail it down."
By this time we'd all sat down and I said nothing seeing as Mike had the conversation moving in the right direction. He continued, "if you're really serious we may have the answer to your prayers."
"What's that? You've got me curious now." The expression on Brice's face said that he'd probably guess what the answer was, but he was waiting to hear it. I was waiting to see what his reaction would be, I thought for a moment we might have a problem on our hands, things were moving too fast for me.
"How would you like the blow job of your life?" Mike asked throwing all caution to the wind. I guess the size of Brice's cock had made him loose his mind.
"I'd like that, but from who?"
We were there, I braced myself, tried to think how we'd defend ourselves from this butch stud.
"From us."
"I thought so. You two are fags."
Fuck here it comes, we're trapped with a homophobic pig in our own livingroom. Maybe our little scheme needed more work.
"Never had a fag swing on 'old faithful' here," he grabbed at the long tube running down his pant leg, "but there's a first time for everything, and like I said I'm horny enought to screw a snake. So do you want me to whip it out right here?"
He began to reach for his zipper, but Mike stopped him. "Why don't we go into the bedroom where you can get comfortable?"
"Don't make no difference to me, here or the bedroom, just as long as I get to bust my nut. And I like it slow, long and easy."
We got up and moved to the bedroom. Brice allowed us to undress him, you could tell he was getting off on having two men under his control, servicing him. Once he was totally naked he sat up on the bed with his back leaning against the headboard. He was magnificent. Not an ounce of flab on him; muscles hard and tight, not overly developed but keenly defined; a thick nine inch cock stood straight up leaking pre-cum until the whole shaft glistened. Mike and I dove on it, me from the left, Mike from the right. We licked the pre-cum savoring its musky flavor. Brice was so cool, letting us feast on his flesh tower, not moving, not moaning, not reacting. He reached over and grabbed one of Mike's ciragettes from the night stand and as we were devouring him he casually lit up, inhaled and blew a stream of smoke over a bobbing heads.
Mike moved for his balls while I took the monster meat to the back of my throat. Brice spread his legs wide to give us both ultimate access. We went on for 40 minutes, me at his balls, Mike on his cock, both of us on his cock, and then repeations of the same; the whole time Brice chain smoked. Then he put out his sixth cigarette and slide down until his head was buried in the thick down pillows. He began getting into the action. He pistoned his cock into Mike's throat, he raised his hips just enough to give my tongue access to his tight pink hole, I rimmed him with gusto. He began to moan, I came up for air, joining Mike on the slab of meat which was large enough to satisfy us both. I probed his wet relaxed hole with my finger, Mike lightly massaged his huge balls while our mouths made love to his manhood. He was breathing deeply, growling obscenities, his cock grew larger and harder still, my finger reached his prostrate and with a couple of expert probes sent him out of control. Volley after volley of white, hot, thick cum propelled out of the piss slit of the cock trapped tightly between our faces. He coated them with his load and we sucked in every drop. Finally as the torrent spent itself I took his softening member into my mouth cleaning all traces of his remaining man juice with my tongue and lips.
It took a few minutes for each of us to regain control, Brice finally sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed. He grabbed his dick and stroked it lovingly. "I'll give you that. That was just about the best suck job I've ever had. Only one that even came close was from a hooker I picked up in New York City, but you two fags have her beat."
I ignored his homophobic comment, "we deliver as advertised. If you're interested we're at your service the whole time you're here."
"I may just take your up on it."
That he did. And the next time he came over Joe joined us, but that's another interesting story.