White Collar Tales

White Collar Tales Bill Drake (billdrake@hotmail.com)

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White Collar Tales #14 Boating Opportunity

"You fucker! I told you we should have made a reservation!"

I was loading my cooler onto the boat when I heard the yelling three boats down, at the base of the dock. What a way to start my vacation, I thought.

"Well, you guys still haven't paid me for the last time."

"I'm good for it, Johnson, and you know it."

I looked up at the commotion. Three big men, definitely in their 30s, probably local businessmen, definitely ex-jocks, their flesh mounded up in large swells on their frames, muscle and padding indistinguishable. One of them, who I'd already nicknamed Alpha Dog in my mind, stood shirtless, his white chest attracting my gaze with its rounded bulk and two wide, dark-red nipples. I had to admit he was in pretty good form, his brawn sculpted by what I guessed to be a religious devotion to Men's Health magazine exercise and diet tips. The body was hot, but the face was a little too cocky for my taste: dark, furrowed brows, pug nose, and a knowing scowl.

The other two, both with silkscreened T-shirts barely containing their vascular upper bodies, stood both angry and cowering in the presence of their buddy. Neither had kept in shape like Alpha and started to have a little more padding clinging to the gut. Perhaps not coincidentally, I could make out wedding bands on each.

"Fellas!" I called out, not one to miss an opportunity for an up-close look. "What's the problem?" I approached the threesome, removing my sunglasses to get a better look. I was glad I'd slipped a jockstrap on underneath my madras shorts, cause right now that pouch was the only thing restraining a nice, rigid boner from popping straight up.

Alpha puffed out his chest like a fighting cock. "We've had this lake outing planned for a month, and doofus here fucked it up," he gently slapped the back of the head of the man I gathered was Johnson. Johnson was the thickest of the men, big and blonde, and at 6'4" we stood eye to eye. I examined his expression and could read him immediately: the college jock never comfortable with his size, a bull-in-the-china-shop type who'd walk awkwardly through life admiring his buddies.

I looked at the third, he lacked Johnson's full muscle girth and his shorter frame made his beer gut a little more evident. But he was hot: a six-foot green-eyed, brown-haired hunk who still kept his midwestern boy-next-door looks. And he had a pair of guns that put even Johnson to shame. Yeah, I could spend an afternoon getting to know Biceps better.

"Bob!" I called out to the manager of the marina, who sauntered up to us with an expression already anticipating a headache.

"What, Drake?" Bob Farrelly was a great guy, but he could be a gruff motherfucker when he got pissed off. He called me by my last name only when pissed off or when we were having sex. Bob and I were far from lovers - hell I don't think we were remotely each others' type, but we were longstanding j/o buddies. I'd known the guy since high school, and every summer when I'd come back for my vacation time on the lake we'd be sure to hook up at least once in his darkened airconditioned bedroom, pull our puds and share stories of our favorite conquests. Talk about odd couple: I was the hotshot who'd moved East for law school then a high-powered career, Bob stayed behind. None of that mattered when we stripped down: it was like we were still seventeen and loving what our hormones were doing to us.

"Nothing ya can do to help these fellas out?" I asked in a way that let him know the score. I was into these dumb assholes and asking Bob to pull a favor.

He shook his head. "I told them. I'll tell you. We're all booked up this afternoon. Nice day like this, and you're gonna need a reservation."

Luckily I had a standing reservation for my two week stay. "Any problem if I take them along with me?"

He looked at me like I was crazy. Apparently dumb assholes aren't Bob Farrelly's idea of a good time. "Have at it, bub. It's your boat, at least til the end of the week." With that he walked away.

Alpha still wasn't sure what had just happened but Johnson and Biceps were smiling.

"Whaddya say fellas? I got enough room on my boat to stretch out, catch some rays."

"Wow, yeah," Biceps agreed.

Alpha still wasn't happy, but he grunted his OK. Guess he didn't like not being the one in charge.

Alpha and Johnson went to their SUV to get the rest of their stuff, while Biceps and I started loading up the boat. As we secured the bags, the man reached his hand out and introduced himself. "My name's Tim."

"Bill"

"Listen, Bill, thanks for this. Can I ask a question, though?"

"Shoot."

"Why are you taking us along?"

"Why wouldn't I?" I said in the flattest tone, almost a sentence rather than a question. I had my sunglasses on and was enjoying watching Biceps squirm a little bit as he tried to read my expression.

"You're all set. Got your boat and your cooler. Great weather. Why do you want three loudmouths like us along for the ride?"

I had two good reasons. One I wasn't gonna tell. "It's the only decent thing, really. You guys were looking forward to this. And that marina picnic area is no place to spend the afternoon." "Besides," I added, "I got all week to spend to myself, I could use a little company."

"Cool."

"You guys don't seem like loudmouths to me," I lied.

Tim shrugged. "Thanks. I just feel I should apologize for Rich. He can be a bit of an asshole, but he's a good guy really."

It didn't take much to guess that Rich was Alpha. "I figured," I said, plopping down in the driver's seat and eyeing this hunk behind the cover of my shades. "You wouldn't be buddies with him otherwise."

"Guess not."

"Still worried?"

"You know how it is when college buddies get together. We like to get drunk, let off a little steam."

"I'm a guy, you don't have to tell me. You guys can party like you were planning to. Don't let me stop you."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. I'm serious. I'm driving this baby, so I'm not gonna give you much help emptying that cooler, but you guys get soused as you wanna."

That made Tim smile, but suddenly a look of concern flooded his face.

"What is it, bud? I presumed that's why you were stocking the craft with two cases of brew."

Biceps was cute when nervous. "I... well, yeah, but... fuck, you're gonna think we're weird, but we usually go to a deserted inlet and go skinny dipping."

"OK." This way playing out better than I'd expected.

"OK? You mean?"

"Fine by me. I got nowhere I gotta be this afternoon except on that lake."

"Wow. You're a pretty cool, laid back guy."

"That's me," I deadpanned.

"Good thing too, cause I didn't pack any swim trunks."

We both laughed. We sat for a minute, Tim's green eyes searching mine. I pulled off my sunglasses so he could see me stare right back at him. He smiled. I smiled. I wondered what was up.

"What's taking them so long?" Biceps finally asked.

"Dunno." I picked up the sunscreen. "Want some?"

"Yeah, thanks." He pulled off his shirt, baring a magnificent, hairy torso. I liked my guys trim normally, but Biceps' well-padded mass was turning me on. It was the contrast between that furry gut and full muscletits with college-jock-looking babyface. And, yeah, those arms.

He turned around showing off an equally muscled back. "Can you do my back?"

His lats were like stone to my touch. If his front was a little soft, his back was rockhard. I took my time, rubbing the sun cream into his skin, working in wide circles and giving a gentle massage.

"Maybe I should do the full monty, if you don't mind," he said and before I knew it he had undone the drawstring of his board shorts and I was face to face with a dream ass. Full, meaty, hairy - just a pair of beautiful, hard round cheeks that flexed in my hands as I rubbed the lotion on them. I loved watching the hairs mat down and feeling the heat as my fingers dug into the cleft. I lingered there, gently nudging his pecker.

He drew in a hiss of air. "Feels good, guy." He hummed as I played with the soft folds of his anus, all the while looking over his shoulder to keep a good lookout for his buddies returning. "I love getting my ass eaten," Biceps confessed. Something about standing in public with your shorts shucked down and another man diddling your hole will bring out a man's inner feelings. "You ever do that?"

This guy was something else! "Yeah," I croaked, my voice heavy with desire. I wanted to fuck Biceps in the worst way. "But not here. The guys will be back soon."

"Yeah," Biceps acknowledged and pulled his shorts back up, now having to work around a stiffie. Taking a seat again, he looked at me longingly. "Maybe later?"

"Definitely."

This was certainly shaping up to be an interesting afternoon. In a few minutes, Alpha and Johnson returned, ready to go.

"Sorry it took so long," Alpha scowled. "Johnson here spends more time in the bathroom than his wife."

Johnson blushed, and Biceps laughed. I just shook my head and started the engine.

We tooled around the expanse of the lake for a good hour while these boys polished off a few beers each. I could guess how they spent much of their college years. They'd stripped down to their shorts and sat back in the sun. I felt like I was at a fucking beef buffet, three strapping ex-jocks splayed half-nude for my observation. I'd just have to get through the afternoon anticipating a nice, long rim session with Biceps.

I got to learn more about them. All Midwestern boys, they played football together and moved to the city after graduation. Biceps worked as a regional sales representative for a pharma company. Married his high school sweetheart, had two little girls. Johnson, whose first name was Ryan, followed in his daddy's footsteps in running a local feed supply business. He'd just tied the knot last June. Alpha was a hotshot sportscaster for the local TV station. Figures. He regaled us with some of his exploits - seems there's no shortage of slutty women hanging out in bars, ready to sleep with some guy they've seen on TV. I was getting bored, but Johnson and Biceps lapped it up. Guess married life made them even more jealous of their telegenic friend.

The guys had worked up a good buzz when I pulled into an inlet I knew to be pretty deserted. "This looks like a good place to anchor for a while," I announced. "If you guys wanna skinny-dip, I can guarantee you're not gonna bother anyone out here."

Biceps blushed and Alpha pounced. "Tim, you fuckhead, you told him!"

I'd had enough. "Calm the fuck down," I said point blank, standing up and staring Rich down. "You're a guest on this boat. And I'm not going to have you acting like an asshole to me - or any of my other guests. Got it?" I was almost hyperventilating. I'm normally pretty cool, but this guy was pissing me off.

Rich glowered but nodded. "OK." Looking over at Tim, he muttered. "Sorry, man."

Tim looked up at me briefly in quiet appreciation. Johnson looked just surprised. Everyone was silent.

I had to take the bull by the horns. "Didn't mean to piss on your fun, guys," I said, my voice returning to normal. I stood up and began stripping. "Do what you like, but I'm going for a swim." I was balls naked when I jumped into the water. It was cold at first, but soon felt nice and refreshing.

Apparently, they just needed someone to make the first move, cause one after another their nude bodies jumped off to join me.

I was glad I jumped in first, cause underneath the water I now had a raging erection.

The water brought the guys' spirits back. They started swimming and hollering and splashing in the lake. I wasn't feeling their buzz, but their energy was contagious. They were like little boys, trying to shed off the responsibilities of adulthood.

At one point, as the men played Marco Polo, poor Johnson bobbing up and down with his eyes closed, Rich started gently wading his way in my direction. "Hey," he mouthed, a nervous smile on his face.

"Hey," I mouthed back. Not sure where this was going.

Even through the cool lake water I could feel his body heat emanating as he drifted closer to me. Our cocks were the first to touch, two hard swords batting together. Rich felt full and stiff, and the sensation of our pricks touching made me smile. Rich raised his eyebrows in acknowledgement and smiled back. Then, I felt his hand grip my boner underneath the water and start stroking. I got the sense I was better hung than Alpha, or at least had a bigger cock than he was expecting cause a delighted surprise registered on his face.

My own hand gripped his and confirmed indeed the man's boner was no match for mine. It felt good, though, pulsing in my hand.

He licked his lips and bent forward to whisper in my ear. "If we weren't in the water I'd suck you," he said softly. This was a day of surprises! My boner responded to the idea immediately. I know Alpha couldn't feel how much I was leaking under the water, but he could feel my dick's girth grow firmer in his touch. That made his eyes widen.

Quietly, again, he turned around to face away. Biceps was still trying to evade Johnson and had no idea his friend was up to anything. I gripped the ladder on the side of the boat to steady me; Alpha did the same thing, as he backed his muscled body against mine. I was in heaven. Tim's back had felt nice and hard, but this lean Men's Health muscle bod was even firmer, if possible. I wrapped my right arm around his chest and pulled him tighter to me. He resisted at first, then acquiesced.

My cock poked upward into his crevice, past the hard curved buns. Unlike Tim's hairy buttocks, Rich's were silk smooth. The tip poked his pucker, slick with a water-insoluble lubricant, it felt like a gob of Crisco. My prick surged at the thought that Alpha had greased himself up before his big day on the lake with his buddies. No wonder he was so grumpy. Afraid for a moment he wasn't gonna get those guys' highsticks up his crease. He had nothing to worry about now. With a gentle rocking motion, I was pushing my bone into the tight entrance, gradually working the ring open, til with a harder shove I popped through.

His insides were burning hot and tight. I fucked my way right through the constriction and was rewarded by the pulsating motion of his anal muscles on my cock. Alpha was one grade-A fuck. I sunk in, til underneath the lake's surface I could feel my testicles kissing that perfect, bubble sportscaster ass. Rich started humping that ass back on my bone. I don't know how much the beer had to do with it, but this guy was eager to get fucked.

So I fucked him. Pulled my stick out and pistoned it back in. And again. It was hitting the right spot, I could tell, cause I felt the tension drain from Alpha's bod and his muscles relax in my arms. I started giving soft gentle kisses to the side of his neck while I plugged him.

It felt good. Too good to hold back. I began thrusting deeper, harder, eager to drive this jerk's ass around the block to show it a lesson or two. My hips were working up waves in the water, making louder and louder sounds. The splashing made Tim turn around and notice.

"Rich? You getting..." He paused. I think maybe Alpha gave a nod of affirmation, but either way, Tim wasn't dumb and could figure out what was going on. "You are! You're getting fucked!"

That made Johnson open his eyes and quick. "Damn!" He looked at me and I winked back. It occurred to me only then how stupid it was fucking Alpha around the other two. I had a pretty good idea Biceps wasn't gonna object, but didn't want trouble from Johnson. I'd let my dick do the thinking for me.

Turns out I didn't need to worry. "Wow. Rich getting a taste of his own medicine." Johnson was turned on and vengeful at the same time. Great combination, I mused. It fed my own grudge fuck thrusts up the cocky man's backside.

I looked over at Biceps. All smiles, green eyes shining in the afternoon sun. "Fuck him," he encouraged me. "Fuck him for all the times he's fucked us."

Wow. Seems these guys did more than skinny-dip on their boat outings. The other two were loving me turn the tables on Rich for a change.

Wait. If Alpha hadn't prepared himself for Johnson or Biceps, that left only one guy I could think of. Maybe Farrelly did go for dumb assholes, after all.

"How long has Bob been fucking you?" I whispered in Alpha's ear, timing my inward thrusts to punch in for every other words.

"Three years now," he grunted softly.

It all clicked in my mind. "You're Hot Shot aren't you?" Referring to Bob's bed name he used for him. I'd been hearing about this sportscaster bottom for the last couple of years.

"What did Bob tell you?"

"Enough. He told me you can't keep quiet when you come."

"Oh God," he moaned. Aware I was gonna fuck him to orgasm.

"Yeah?" I taunted. "You're gonna scream like a girl when you cum?" Johnson and Biceps looked on in disbelief. "You gonna whimper when I fuck the cum out of you?"

"Please..." he gasped, his body crescendoing steadily toward orgasm. "Please fuck me. Oh, that's it, oh, fuck fuck FUCK!" His body clenched and he yelled. Loud. It made an echo bounce three times from the lake shore.

I contemplated holding off, but Alpha's butt deserved my cream. I held on tight and pounded away for another minute til I was blowing too. Alpha cooed as his body relaxed and my kisses continued along his neck. He was one hell of a lay. Finally my cock softened up and I let go of the boat ladder. Our bodies drifted apart.

"I'm next," Johnson said gruffly, his face red from the sun and the sexual flush. "Your ass is mine, Rich." I was loving the new side of this meek ex-jock.

"You might find it more comfortable on the boat," I said trying to wring out the cramp in my left arm.

Alpha went up first, giving us a view of his magnificent ass. Then Johnson, his thick hardon raring and pressed against his gut. I was about to board, when Biceps held me in a firm gripped and stopped me. His lips met mine and we briefly made out, out of sight of the other two. "Thanks," he whispered, and let go. We climbed aboard.

Alpha had already laid out a towel and was on his back, and Johnson was already stuffing his wang up that tight sportscaster hole. "Fuck you, Rich! Gonna teach you a lesson, man!" Alpha winced as his guts stretched to accommodate his buddy. Johnson's not as long as me, but he's pretty damn thick.

I could tell the big bruiser was in love with Rich, and angry at the same time. Biceps and I looked at each other, smiling at the sight in front of us. Then I got an idea. I walked behind Biceps and crouched down. Reaching up I grabbed hold of each of his meaty cheeks, still cool and damp to the touch and parted them. His hairy crevice was revealed. Leaning forward, I kissed my way inside, then licked his hole. Biceps' firm hand on my head, holding me deep in his ass, told me I was on the right track. I warmed him up til Johnson shot his load. It didn't take long. Biceps took the saddle and rode Alpha hard. The poor boy's eyes were rolling in the back of his head. He was gonna come again and give us another one of his screaming performances.

Hungrily, I surveyed the sight. I walked behind the fucking friends and crouched down. My dick touched Tim's hairy pucker. He looked back at me and nodded. I gripped his hips and held them still a minute as I pushed in. Ex-jock number two, I thought contentedly as my bone bored inward. Biceps had a well-trained ass. Knew how to relax for his top, knew when to tight up for me. Who was giving this guy his practice? Boss? Neighbor? Online fuck buddies? As much as Tim was enjoying his grudge fuck with Alpha, he was definitely pure bottom. The guy practically purred as I fed him my sausage. A few thrusts and I had him on the edge. He nutted before Alpha, even, sending a third juicy load up the man's tail.

The sound of Alpha cumming made the familiar rumble start in my nuts, churning out their fuck sauce. Within a minute, I was shooting big into Biceps.

We uncoupled and toweled off. It was getting late in the afternoon so I suggested another spin around the lake, then back to the docks. The boys popped open another beer. Drained and tired from the sex, I took one as well.

I drove, they drank and napped and drank some more.

About halfway back, Johnson spoke up. "Man, fellas. I feel left out."

Alpha reached behind his butt to feel the slightly sore hole. "Whaddya mean? You had your crack at me." A little resentment in his tired voice. I could tell that Rich was feeling pretty conflicted about now, glad the secret was out and that he'd crossed a barrier with this buds, but still angry about losing his top dog status.

"No, not that. I was the only one who didn't get a go at Bill's big one."

I thought I was spent for the afternoon. I was, til Johnson said that. My big one rose up, in fitfully pulses of my heartbeat. Soon it was erect once more. I looked at the blonde stack of muscle and girth, his own peter poking up high again. He looked at me with desire, expectation, questioning.

I pulled the throttle down and shut off the engine. I leaned back, stroking my hard cock. "Well, climb on, buddy."

Johnson smiled and scrambled out of his seat. He reached down and gripped my erection, softly caressing its length and taking mental measurements. "Mind if I suck you first?" he asked.

"Be my guest."

Johnson was a good cocksucker. He impressed his friends too. The sat and watched, dicks hard, as the blond giant bobbed his head and slurped away. I looked down and savored the sight of this ex-jock businessman gobbling my pole.

Soon Biceps and Alpha were kissing, making out. Not long after that, Alpha's conditioned legs were wrapped around Biceps' waist, as the man thrust his rod back into his bud's hole. I tapped Johnson's shoulder. He pulled off my meat and took a look. I fisted my spitslick truncheon a few times then slapped his face.

"Ready to get fucked, Johnson?"

"Yeah," he grunted as he stood up. And climbed on.

We were fast friends when we finally docked. We exchanged numbers and the fellas invited me into the city tomorrow night. Seems they were regulars at Monday's half-price margarita night. We shook hands and parted ways. I slept like a lamb that night.

I surprised Bob when I barged into his office the next morning. "Bill!" His earlier gruffness now gone. "How was it? Those fellas give you trouble?"

"Something tells me you weren't all booked yesterday."

A knowing smile crossed his lips. "Had three boats sitting idle all afternoon, buddy."

That brought a laugh. "Hell I thought I was the devious one."

His eyes twinkled and he nodded. "Well, I thought you could use a little fun. You've been kinda tense this visit."

I thought back to my last month at work. Yeah, I had been carrying the stress around with me lately. "May be. Though I think I buried my tension nine inches deep in those guys."

"Glad to hear it, Drake. Hope you're not all spent for the week. I was hoping for a little one-on-one time later."

"Nah, Bob. In fact, those fellas invite me out for drinks tonight. I wanted to see if you wanted to come along." I winked. "Half-priced margaritas," I added as if that were the selling point.

"Don't touch tequila. But I love asshole businessmen when they're drunk."