Intramural Volleyball
"Fuck yeah!" Jason high-fived Andrei. After a grueling match, Jason and his colleagues had prevailed 27 to 25. He smiled around and saw similar expressions, everyone had really given it their all. In particular, Jason and his manager Andrei's normal competitiveness had been raised to a fever pitch as their CEO Ahmed had unexpectedly joined in tonight. Nothing brought out Jason's drive to please like knowing the two men he admired the most were depending on him.
Jason got to his locker and started to take off his sweaty volleyball clothes. Just as he got down to his jock strap, his phone pinged. A few minutes later Jason realized he had zoned out scrolling through insta. Glancing around, almost all of his colleagues had already gotten changed and left, but Andrei and Ahmed were just walking in, chatting about something.
Andrei's locker was closer to the entrance, but Ahmed walked over and was just across from Jason. The ever gregarious CEO greeted Jason "Great game tonight!" as he peeled off his sweaty jersey. Jason couldn't help checking out Ahmed's physique as they made small talk about the game. Ahmed must spend nearly as much time in the gym as Andrei, the guy was toned! His chest had a pleasing dusting of hair, and there was a nice treasure trail diving down into his Adidas shorts.
"Your spike at the end was the perfect way to end the match!" Jason enthused, eyeing Ahmed's juicy pecs. "Thanks Jason," Ahmed smiled, no hint of humility. Ahmed wasn't exactly arrogant, but if he ever had a humble streak, he must have discarded it years ago. Probably just part of being a CEO, no unnecessary self-doubt or second guessing. "I was wondering though, it didn't seem like you were totally present tonight. Something distracting you?" Oof, haha, always looking for areas to improve on was probably an important CEO trait as well.
Jason almost blushed, "Yeah, I don't know, something about how this jock was fitting tonight, I felt like I had to keep re-adjusting it." Jason had almost missed a couple balls in his zone as he had been adjusting the uncomfortable jock.
"Let me take a look" Ahmed held out his hand.
Jason's heart skipped a beat; here was Ahmed, his shirtless CEO, cool as a cucumber, asking for Jason's jock. Waiting maybe one beat longer than necessary to confirm Ahmed wasn't joking, Jason began to step out of his jock, trying to mirror his CEO's nonchalance.
He couldn't help but babble a little as he handed it over the bench between them, "Yeah, I really like this brand, I probably have like 10 of their jocks in different colors", cringing internally a little, this was a direction of conversation he didn't really want to be introducing to his very straight CEO.
As he glanced around and made eye contact with another departing colleague, Jason decided to borrow a little of Ahmed's confidence: No need to cover his junk, nope this was completely normal, standing naked in front of his bare chested CEO. Jason put his hands on his waist, perhaps tilting out of nonchalance into awkward, who's to say.
Glancing back at Ahmed, Jason felt himself lose his neutral facial expression as Ahmed began a close inspection of his jock. Looking at both sides of the pouch, the waistband and the straps. Jason was relieved to see there weren't any pre-cum stains on the jock his CEO was so closely investigating, but it was perhaps ready for laundering - he hadn't had anything fresh to put on when he left for the game tonight and so had dug this pair out of his laundry hamper. He had almost schooled his face back to a neutral we're-all-friends-here when Ahmed pulled the jock in and inhaled a deliberate, measuring nose-ful. What. The. Fuck. Jason couldn't help himself, his mouth dropped open.
Ahmed was oblivious. This was a problem impacting one of his employees, he was going to pursue it all the way to a solution. "Hmm, come here for a sec," Ahmed directed.
Jason was at a loss for a moment. They were standing right across from each other; there was a bench between them, he was "here" already, no? Ahmed could only mean stepping over to his side. Jason wasn't sure how he "should" step over. Enthusiastically? Confused? Ahmed was setting an example, so "nonchalant confidence" it was!
Jason stepped over and was face to face with shirtless Ahmed. It wasn't so awkwardly close, there was still about a foot and a half between them. However, what had been a faint whiff of Ahmed's musk was, on this side of the bench, now an intoxicating bouquet. There were undertones of Ahmed's cologne or (fancy) deodorant (sandalwood?), but mostly a rich, ripe masculine odor.
Jason's mind was racing, this scent was so dominant. Haha, could this musk be part of Ahmed's secret sauce for being a successful CEO? Jason felt his sense of trust and security somehow reinforced being inside Ahmed's pheremonal sphere of influence. Ahmed had been in physical contest, and had emerged victorious. If Jason had a problem, Ahmed would decisively take any action needful to resolve it.
Jason was overwhelmed enough that when Ahmed dropped down on his haunches and commanded Jason to spread his legs a little, Jason instinctively obeyed. Ahmed started to scan a clinical eye over Jason's inner thigh and crotch.
This was all too much for Jason's dick. Jason had been able to keep a reasonably "cool" head up until this point, but Ahmed was face level with Jason's cock and balls. As Ahmed's warm breath gently disturbed Jason's bush, Jason felt the first familiar `twitch' and knew he was in trouble. A hard dick in the CEO's face wasn't on Jason's bingo card for this evening's volleyball match.
Ahmed chuckled, (about what??) and lightly ran the tip of his index finger along Jason's inner thigh. "I think I see the problem". Looking down into Ahmed's face, mere inches away from his visibly engorging member, Jason tried to both remain neutral and will Ahmed's eye-contact to remain locked "up here".
Before he could squeak out a weak "Oh?", Ahmed solved one of Jason's problems by instructing "Turn around and bend over" Jason was quick to comply. Just a few moments later and Jason would have dick-slapped Ahmed as he spun quickly to present his bare ass.
This was better, right? A boner inspection was much more awkward than having your CEO peering into your ass, right? Jason glanced around and, over his left shoulder, saw Andrei, wearing nothing but a towel, sauntering over with a big smirk on his face. "Dude! What the fuck is going on?" he lobbed playfully as he approached.
Jason honestly couldn't say what the fuck was going on, so decided to defer to Ahmed. Glancing all the way back at Ahmed, who was still on his haunches inspecting Jason's ass, Jason saw and then felt Ahmend trace his finger along the path of the jockstraps left strap, and then right. Jason went weak at the knees and had to brace himself on the bench, doing an awkward half push-up as Andrei settled in, leaning against Jason's open locker, opposite Ahmed and Jason.
Ahmed snapped back to the social context, having apparently been hypnotized by Jason's hole, and chuckled at the spectacle. Jason was naked, bent in half, head facing his towel clad manager, ass in the face of his manager's boss. "I was just helping Jason here. He seemed kind of distracted during the match, don't you think?" Ahmed stood up, and Jason would have too, but he suddenly felt the light pressure of Ahmed's hand resting on his lower back. "One sec, Jason" Ahmed gave Jason's back a light, proprietary rub. This was for the best!(?) Jason thought frantically, Ahmed's caress(?) had brought Jason to full-mast, standing up wasn't a viable option.
"Huh, now that you mention it. So what's up?" A minor note of concern in Andrei's voice. Andrei exercised a paternal role over his direct reports, and if something was wrong with one of them, he would want it addressed.
"Haha, first hint" and Ahmed tossed Andrei Jason's jock. Andrei stood up to accept the jock, (now Andrei's towel clad dick was in Jason's face), took one look, and then shocked Jason (and Ahmed) by pressing it to his face and taking a deep sniff.
"Damn, Jason, when did you wash these last? They're riper than me!" And he tossed them onto the bench under Jason. "I need a shower so fucking bad! I was just telling Ahmed about how the water is out at home. I'm starting to accumulate some cheese!" crudely cupping his dick through the towel, loosening it slightly.
Jason was almost overcome. He had hit the gym with Andrei enough times that he had learned Andrei had a beautiful uncut cock. From his crotch level vantage, Andrei towered over Jason. Two great mounds of Andreis pecs framed his assiduously maintained washboard abs. And Andrei hadn't been joking about his aroma. Where Ahmed smelled like he belonged in a board room (a sweaty, humid board room?), Andrei smelled like a wild man. All musk. Maybe he had used something cheap like Axe a day or two ago, but this was easily more than a days worth of stink. How had he not noticed during the game?
Ahmed chortled at Andrei's locker-room antics, "You guys are animals! You're on the right track though. Jason, you have to launder your undergarments before wearing them again. You've started to develop a rash" He emphasized his point by again tracing his index finger over the sensitive jock strap paths. "You're in luck though, I happen to have exactly what you need" and Jason could feel Ahmed turn to his locker and start digging around. "I get so many samples from folks pitching me their startup ideas."
"This is a new analgesic gel." Jason looked over his shoulder as Ahmed held up a silver mostly empty tube in his left hand. He popped it open, returned his right hand to claim Jason's lower back, and instructed "Hold out your hand Jason" Jason had a moment's mental image of holding out his hand from between his legs, but shook it away as he held out his left hand behind and to the side. Ahmed squeezed out a big glob of it into Jason's open palm "Careful, that's the last of it. Now, rub that in your inner thigh and along these strap lines" again tracing where the jock straps had rested.
Jason complied as Ahmed extolled the virtues of this new "miracle" gel. Jason was intrigued by the sensations caused by the gel~ it was almost oily, and as he spread it there was a menthol quality. It felt amazing! Like a milder, minty-er tiger balm. "It's derived from the keros-keros plant. It has natural antihistamines and a mild muscle relaxer." "Smells great!" Andrei volunteered. He reached forward to take the tube from Ahmed. Jason had been focusing on the sensations around his ass, and was as caught off-guard as Andrei when Andrei's towel dropped to the floor. Jason found himself staring down his manager's one-eyed snake. "Shit." Andrei offered, as he quickly pulled his towel off the locker-room floor and threw it over his shoulder, before becoming engrossed in examining the empty silver tube.
Not surprisingly, from this position Andrei's dick looked huge. Jason couldn't help mapping all of the veins he hadn't noticed before. If Andrei's scent had been strong before, it was nearly overpowering now.
Jason continued to massage the gel into his ass and taint, occasionally giving his straining boner a furtive tug. He reflected that he was basically in heaven. How many times had he jerked off to the mental image of Andrei, and now here he was, basically commanded to do it live by his hot CEO.
"Huh, the label says it works on muscle pain. Wish you had more of this, my calf is killing me after all the jumping around tonight" Andrei complained, stretching his right foot back and up to his ass, giving Jason a new pose to add to his mental catalog.
"Oh not a problem." Ahmed quickly responded, "Jason, rub some on Andrei. It's pretty oily, so you should be able to give him some."
Andrei stepped his right foot up onto the bench, as Jason took a step back to accommodate. Bumping straight into Ahmed, eliciting a "Tsk" from Ahmed as they made full oily ass to lap contact. Jason instinctively took a step forward and almost dove straight into Andrei's cock before standing up just in time.
"Oh, Sorry Ahmed!" There was now an obscene design on the front of Ahmed's shorts: Two round ass-cheek prints framing a clear negative image of Jason's asshole kissed onto Ahmed's bulge.
"No worries Jason, it was my fault." Ahmed quickly shucked his shorts, tossing them into his gym bag, revealing an old-school GYM jockstrap. "Here, help Andrei out and I'll finish applying it to you."
As Jason bent back down to start rubbing Andrei's calf, he took the opportunity to take a step closer. Nearly bracing Andrei's knee against his upper trapezius. Jason graduated to a higher tier of heaven as he began to massage his mentor's calf, while staring down his beautiful cock from inches away. Jason caught himself trying to jostle Andrei a little with the force of the massage, trying to get Andrei junior to jiggle.
His raging hard-on had not gone unnoticed when he stood up earlier. "There boner-pill powder in it? Ahmed you dog. Jason's sporting quite the stiffy" Andrei ribbed good naturedly.
"Hah!" Ahmed exclaimed as his strong hands began to massage Jason's ass. Jason was unable to fully stifle a moan; it felt so good. "Again, not far off! It's not exactly an aphrodisiac, but it does heighten sexual sensations. The inventors are still trying to figure out if they want to incorporate it into the marketing or find some way of removing the effect."
"I just got this tube yesterday, and my wife and I basically used it all up in one night" Ahmed had evidently winked here, Jason looking up at Andrei saw a twinkle in his eyes.
"You dog!" Andrei repeated the accusation appreciatively, "You rub it on her tits? Lube up her ass?"
When he felt comfortable, Andrei could be so crude. Jason lapped it up. He also saw Andrei's dick twitch for the first time. Jason redoubled his efforts on Andrei's calf and was rewarded with a soft "fuck!".
Ahmed chose this moment to brace one hand on Jason's lower back and dive his other hand into Jason's inner thigh, rubbing first left and then right, lightly brushing against Jason's raging boner each time. Jason thanked his lucky stars, but couldn't help himself, he wanted more! Please, Ahmed, keep this thread up! Jason could die happy if he got to see his manager's hard meat up close and in all its musky glory.
Jason's stars continued their generosity. "Hah, this stuff doesn't taste the best, so that's a no on the tits, you know I need to nurse when I'm fucking"
Shit. This was a little more than locker room banter. There was an intimate familiarity, a sense of sliding into an established pattern. Did Andrei and Ahmed make a habit of helping each other get off like this? Jason was on board!
Ahmed's hands disappeared for a moment, and then his left hand returned but focused exclusively on Jason's crack, thumb rubbing the tingling gel up and down over his quivering hole. Jason stole a glance back and saw that Ahmed's dick was out of his jock's pouch, and was being massaged to life as Ahmed stared off into the distance, seemingly reliving memories of fucking his wife last night. Seeing the gentle pink of Ahmed's cockhead, Jason felt an overwhelming sense of lust and affection. He was so grateful/horny to be sharing this intimate exchange with him!
Looking back at the task at hand, he saw that Andrei had started absentmindedly rubbing Andrei junior to life. Ahmed continued to narrate, "First, got her warmed up with a Keros enhanced backrub." Here, Ahmed's hand started to wander up and rub Jason's lower back, much more sensually than he had earlier. Andrei continued to slowly kneed his growing dick, staring with half-lidded eyes over towards Ahmed.
"I guess just like it feels amazing on your dick, it drove her crazy spread on her clit and folds." Ahmed's hand returned to Jason's hole, and Jason was treated to Ahmed's labial massage technique. Such gentle caresses of the ridge of muscles around his boy-cunt. Jason started to feel more pressure, Ahmed was pushing his thumb directly against Jason's hole. Jason could feel the question, `Open for me?' He couldn't answer fast enough, pushing back into Ahmed's open hand, Jason let out a full throated moan as his ass ate up Ahmed's thumb. Ahmed continued to massage Jason's sphincter muscles from the inside.
"Hah, this gel drove her dick-CRAZY, she sucked my dick as well as Jessica! You remember `Jessica,' in Bangkok? Best head of my life." Ahmed was clearly trying to egg Andrei on, appealing to some past shared sexual conquest. Though he sounded genuinely wistful.
Andrei, though, seemed stuck on something. He let out an almost whimper as he looked down at the semi-hard dick in his hand and asked "The gel feels good on your dick?"
This was it. This was Jason's moment to show Andrei and Ahmed just how much of service he was capable of being. Jason was going to show them they could depend on him for anything. Jason couldn't say how exactly he knew, but he was confident Andrei wouldn't appreciate a hand-job from him at the moment. What Andrei needed was a hole to use.
Jason got Andrei's attention, and stood up. Ahmed extracted his thumb from Jason's ass as Jason hopped over the bench and reversed position. As he bent down, Jason pushed his ass out towards Andrei's crotch and smirked back at him.
"Good man!" Andrei exulted, as he quickly grabbed Jason by the hips and mashed Andrei junior into Jason's crack. Andrei began frantically rubbing his meat back and forth over Jason's boy-cunt. Jason's regret at not seeing Andrei's throbbing meat up close was quenched as he got the tactile experience of Andrei's semi promoted to full-boner in the warm embrace of his ass cheeks.
As Andrei settled into a less ferocious, more confident humping of Jason's crack, Jason was able to steady himself and focus on Ahmed. Ahmed was standing over Jason, smiling down as he nursed his thick, hard dick, massaging in the gel he had picked up from Jason's ass. Ahmed looked pleased, he clearly appreciated his subordinates' initiative. Pleased and ... entitled? Jason might be in an unusual(!) configuration with Ahmed and Andrei at the moment, but, in a flash of insight, Jason saw through Ahmed's eyes that this was an appropriate configuration. Ahmed looked into Jason's eyes, nodded, and stepped forward.
Jason pulled Ahmed's jock to the floor and then his world narrowed to Ahmed's bush, cock and balls as he did his best to obey Ahmed's command. He congratulated himself on not gagging too much as Ahmed's girthy sword knocked against the back of his throat. Given their current orientation, there was no way for Jason to take all of Ahmed's substantial dick, try as he might.
Ahmed was right too, the gel didn't taste amazing. Hah! As if Jason was going to complain. Maybe someday he would get to taste Ahmed's unadulterated dick, but Jason was happy with what he could get.
With his left hand on the bench, Jason was able to use his right hand to massage Ahmed's balls as he bobbed on as much of Ahmed as he could take in his mouth. Ahmed expressed his appreciation by gently cupping the back of Jason's head, and slowly thrusting in counterpoint to Jason's up-and-down.
Smack! Andrei slapped Jason's ass and crowed "Fuck yeah! This shit's amazing!" But then Andrei's hunching started to slow slightly, the strokes were a little longer, as if he was considering something, debating the best way to maximize his dick's pleasure.
"Haha, I told you" Ahmed confirmed as Jason continued to bob on his knob.
Andrei's hard cock came to a stop, nestled in Jason's crack. "Jessica, huh?" Jason could hear Andrei's smug smile. "You fucker. Yeah, ... Jessica..." "Jason, lay down on the bench" Again with the entitlement. This time a bit more intimate. Andrei knew his direct report, and his capabilities. Andrei needed something from Jason, and he was confident both in asking for it and knowing that Jason would do his best to satisfy.
As he reoriented himself, Jason stole a quick longing glance at Andrei's glistening manhood before laying back. His field of vision was quickly taken up by Ahemed's balls and taint as Ahmed straddled Jason's head and pushed his dick down Jason's throat. Jason gagged, and Ahmed let up a little, but not entirely. This angle! Now with this angle, Ahmed had the full run of Jason's throat. Ahmed was clearly thrilled at finally being able to go all the way to the hilt, and was not going to be refused indefinitely.
As Jason worked to adjust to Ahmed's dick in his throat, Andrei made his presence known. Jason's legs were lifted and set back down on either side of Andrei as he scooted up between. Jason felt Andrei's strong hands at his hips and lower back, being lifted slightly, and then cried out around Ahmed's throbbing dick as Andrei impaled him, balls deep, in one thrust.
Jason had a moment of gratitude for Ahmed's earlier stretching of his hole, and then both men started to thrust into Jason. At first, Ahmed was going quite slow, in and all the way out, in to the hilt and all the way out. Andrei was his feral self, lifting Jason at the waist, furiously fucking into him like a living fleshlight. Jason's sex addled psyche started to come back into focus as the two men started to synchronize their thrusts! They had found a happy medium, faster than Ahmed's start and more leisurely than Andrei's frantic hunching. As Ahmed slid is dick down Jason's throat and his fragrant ball sack landed on Jason's nose, Andrei withdrew his angry prick from Jason's bowels. As Andrei cleaved Jason's guts, Ahmed withdrew up to Jason's mouth, where Jason worked hard to show him what his tongue could do.
Jason felt Ahmed lean forward, dick pressing against the back of his throat, and heard a clap(?) - ah, a high five, as both men said as one "Jessica!"
How long was Jason's world wholly encompassed by these two men's dicks? Minutes? Hours? Jason knew Ahmed and Andrei in ways he couldn't have imagined earlier that day. The way Ahmed caressed Jason's throat and neck with his hand as he plunged in and out. Andrei's purrs(!) as he found the perfect angle to fuck Jason from. And the two men's raunchy camaraderie as they re-lived for each other's benefit the wild night they spent together with Jessica in Bangkok.
Eventually, Jason was reduced to a whimpering mess. His two holes oozing keros gel, pre-cum and rutting-man-juice. He wanted desperately to cum, but couldn't bring himself to touch his aching, drooling dick. Jason knew that as soon as he came, Ahmed the gentleman would wrap things up, and Andrei would follow his lead.
Ever perceptive Ahmed took pity on Jason. Ahmed surrendered Jason's throat back to him, swapping bone for stones. Jason made a reasonable effort at sucking on Ahmed's delectable, slightly hairy balls, but Ahmed could tell, what Jason really needed was release!
Ahmed nodded to get Andrei's attention, and commanded "Finish him." Jason nearly came the instant Andrei wrapped his paw around Jason's tortured pud and started pumping. It took Jason a whole minute to gather his wits, straining mightily not to cum. Strange as it may seem, being Andrei's cock sleeve was on Jason's lower-tier of unattainable dreams. It was literally a dream come true! But in all his fantasizing, there was no world where he had imagined it actually possible that Andrei would jerk HIM off! While also fucking him no less. Of course, the reason this deepest fantasy was being realized was resting on Jason's chin at this very moment. Ahmed.
Jason channeled his deep sexual gratitude into a last exertion. Reaching up and behind, he guided Ahmed forward so that his dick was resting on Jason's chest, and his sweaty ass just above Jason's face. If he was lucky, Jason thought, this would be Ahmed's first experience of having his ass eaten. Briefly tearing his corporal sensation away from Andrei's mastery of his lower body, Jason dove into Ahmed's asshole. Jason tried to remember how Ahmed had handled his ass however long ago, and reproduce that same sensuality.
If he thought he had gotten to know Ahmed before, eating him out was another level. This was pure Ahmed. Boardroom, volleyball and throat-fucking sweat. No sandalwood here! Jason could feel Ahmed's appreciation in turn. There were the muscle contractions as Ahmed pumped his own meat, and a gentle increase in pressure as Ahmed sat more comfortably into Jason's welcoming face.
Jason and Ahmed's new rapport was palpable, and Andrei's competitive streak was triggered. If his pumping of Jason's dick had been competent before, now he began to channel his sexual imagination into it. Not letting up on Jason's ass one iota, he began using both of his hands on Jason's dick and balls, trying different grips, combinations, speeds and pressures.
Jason could take no more. Pulling Ahmed down into a full squat over his mouth, Jason began cuming, and cuming and cuming. Nearly whiting out, Jason was only vaguely aware of his ropes of jizz stripping his belly and lower-chest (Andrei was holding his dick straight up). The orgasmic pulses on Andrei's cock must have done the trick for him too. "FUUUUUUUUCCKKKKKKKKKKKK" Andrei bellowed as he unloaded his balls deep into Jason's cunt.
Ahmed was caught in the orgiastic vortex and Jason could feel Ahmed's sphincter pulse around his tongue as Ahmed released his load to join Jason's on his belly. "Fuuuuuuuuuuckkkkkkkkk" Ahmed crooned.
Jason was spent, floating away on a cloud of cum.
Ahmed sat down on the bench, straddling Jason's head. Smiling down at Jason beatifically, he patted Jason's cheek and whispered "Good boy" before standing up and returning to his locker. Jason's consciousness was dragged back down to the material plane as Andrei unceremoniously pulled his dick out of Jason's ass. Andrei slapped Jason's thigh and reveled "Fuck Jason, you're the best" He had the biggest grin on his face as he returned to his long ago interrupted journey to the showers.
Jason was leaking Andrei's cum from his ass onto the bench, and had Ahmed's scent indelibly ground onto his face. [licking his lips, he could taste Ahmed as if he was still being sat on]. As Ahmed finished changing into his street clothes, his and Jason's cum started to dribble down Jason's flank. Ahmed hoisted his gym bag, looked down at the recumbent, cum soaked Jason and offered final words of wisdom "Great job tonight Jason. And don't forget to launder your jock strap!" Smiling, he shouted towards the shower room "See ya tomorrow Andrei!" and then Ahmed was gone.
"Dude, you're a mess!" Jason startled awake. He was still lying on the cum drenched bench as Andrei leered from around the corner. "Later brah!" and then Andrei was gone too. Jason took another minute to consciously exult in his experience this evening, and then started to get himself sorted for the journey home.