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Give till it hurts...and if that's not enough, get with some s&m!
'OFfiCe JOckS FoR DOmiNaTiOn' o4
WriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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For the first few minutes of driving, even though Tony had put some club music on the radio he seemed oblivious to the beat. Across his face was a smile which seemed frozen to his face.
"What's that for?"
"What's what for?"
"That smile that's been on your face since we left the bar & grille."
"Oh. That," Tony responds, stopping at a red light. Turning to Callum, "I was just thinking of how glad I am that you walked into the cafe under-dressed."
"Oh?" Callum takes things a bit further, "more stuck in my mind was when we were undressing!" He added nervous giggle.
He looked at Tony, which the driver figuring it was his turn, "yeah, me too."
The light turns green and Tony gets tooted!
If they weren't on a busy thorofare, Tony would have leaned over the console and stolen a smooch. That's what gave the twenty year old college sophomore goosebumps, which in turn creased his lips into a smile, at such a thought of wishful thinking.
"What of me could make you smile like that?" Callum was thinking the obvious, the semi-bulge in his lap, just thinking of how things could go once they were at Tony's house.
"Oh, I don't know," Tony says. "A variety of things, I guess. What did you think of me when you saw me half-naked?"
"Well," Callum knew exactly what turned him on, "I like hairy guys and your chest, your abs, they are really beautiful."
Tony was a little disappointed Callum didn't mention, "and my beard? Do you like guys with long hair?"
"Oh yeah, and your beard. I love it, but I've never kissed a guy who had one. I'm okay with guys with long hair. About me though, do you like my bod?"
"Love it! In fact I wanted to drop down on my knees and start making love to that tiger trail and see where it takes me!"
Tony smiled, so Callum did and for lack of words, "my tiger trail, eh?"
"Yeah. Call it a fetish of sorts, but I love a guy who has a deep, hairy navel, love pressing my tongue deep inside and then wetting down the trail and, hopefully it leads to something more."
It was Callum's turn to smile, but he didn't keep his feelings to himself, "oh, I think you'll find a big treasure!"
"Cool!"
Finally they made a right turn off the main drag, went two long blocks down, made a left, traveled a few hundred feet and turned right, which brought them into a dead end street.
Callum notices no houses on either side of the street, in place, wrought iron fencing, which made him feel puzzled, that maybe even Tony made a mistake, "wrong turn?"
Dead ahead it looked like Tony was ready to ram right into an iron gate, except for unrolling his window, sticking a hand out and pushing a tab, "nah. Sometimes things don't look as they seem."
It made Tony smile again, thinking of before Callum took his clothes off at the bar & grille. For certain, he didn't expect such a fox bod, right on down to the bulge!
He had to say it, Callum questioning, "are you the only house on the block?"
"Um," Tony had to think on it, his mind already mapping out the square parcels of land beyond the front gate, "yes and no." He leaves it at, "it's complicated."
Traveling down a long driveway, both sides lined with trees, all Callum could think of is, "looks like a park."
"Not quite," Tony says, making a sharp left turn, which brought them to the front steps, "this is where I call home."
"No kidding?" Callum says, stepping out the car.
For the wealth of its surroundings, manicured gardens, trees, shrubs, Callum pictured pulling up to a marble mansion and not an A-frame type of home, complete with huge panels of glass.
Tony exits the vehicle, walks around the hood and parks his ass against the opposite side of the car. Folding arm over arm and crossing his legs in relaxed fashion, he asks, "well, what do you think?"
Since they entered through the front gate, there's only been one thing of Callum's mind, "I think you must be rich and if you are, why are you working at a bar and grille?"
"It's complicated," Tony uses for the second time and to detour Callum, heads for the front door, "c'mon. I'll show you around the place."
First thing to startle Callum was, "you keep the key under the mat, Tony?"
"Yeah," Tony let's the rubber map slap back into place, "so I don't lose it."
That wasn't the real reason, but it would take quite some time for Tony to explain and right now, too excited to bring Callum to his home. There have been other guys, but they were much older than himself and he was glad to make an acquaintance of someone his own age.
Entering, Callum was amazed at the openness of the house, "wow. So many lofts!"
In the vast open field of the room was a sunken living room and off to the left dining and kitchen area, where Tony headed, "hungry?"
Callum was and wasn't. Right now, as he entered, he twirled around, studying all the surroundings, "well, this certainly isn't any kind of a house I've ever seen. Must've cost a fortune!"
There was a reason Tony was dismissed from his duties at the bar and grille. As he was discovering, Callum's innocent nature, he could see the reason Rick didn't want this young mentor around for that first meeting. Fact is, his balls churned, wishing he could be in Rick's employ, whereas he might be one of the chosen, on his knees with one of those muscle jocks in front of him, eating their tender meat. Though that didn't mean he was going to miss out on all that sexual banter all together. He thought how naive Callum was and this could play out to be a rocking evening, if he was careful on how to plan it all.
It wasn't sneaking up on him, but Tony nudges Callum's elbow, "drink?"
Callum did study Tony's hands, thinking a 'drink' as an alcohol beverage, "oh. Okay. Thought maybe you were bringing me a cocktail."
"For lunch, no. Dinner, maybe," Tony says, walking in front of Callum.
Seeing Tony walk from the kitchen, towards that sunken seating arrangement, he says, "I thought you were fixing something for us to eat?"
"Me, cook? Hah! If you don't want to die today, you'll go with Adrian's lunch."
"Adrian?" Callum questions, turning back from that first step down to the sofas.
He hadn't heard a peep, but sure enough, there was someone coming towards him and even though they hadn't been introduced, "Kyle, so nice to meet you!"
Expecting a handshake, Adrian gobbles Callum up in his arms, planting a kiss on the cheek, then the other. The welcome felt warm and inviting, "Callum. Not Kyle."
His face was electric, Adrian's grief at getting his name wrong, "oh, I am so sorry, sir."
"Sir?" Callum had to question it, this guy appearing to be decades older than himself, "it's me who should be calling you, that!"
"Whatever. You're hungry, right?"
He was, but first things first, Callum asks, "uh, pardon me for asking, Adrian, but is the apron the only thing you're wearing?"
"Uh. Yes."
Tony was amused by all of this, finally breaking silence, "well, for guests, Adrian, I hope you put your shorts on?"
Putting a hand on his hip, Adrian replies, "maybe you should check, Tony?"
There were a lot of complicated things which baffled Callum, but right now, Adrian standing there with an apron on, from the waist down, unable to see, "trust me, whatever the case, it's cool with me?"
Switching from slouching, to standing erect, Adrian says, "oh goody. Since we're all being truthful here, when Tony called to say he was bringing a friend home for lunch, he didn't fill in the blanks."
Callum asks, "blanks?"
Here's where Tony's palms begin to sweat, "uh, Adrian, we don't need to elaborate. If you haven't been given enough time to make us lunch, we can call out?"
"Hm," Adrian thinks about it, "might be a good idea. You and Kyle..."
"Callum."
"You and Callum have pizza and I'll have the pizza boy!"
Callum thought so, but wasn't sure, "oh, you're gay?"
"For the past thirty-five years," Adrian laughs it off.
Tony interjects, "you mean, forty-five, right Adrian?"
He gives Tony a dirty look, Adrian correcting himself, "right."
Of guys he's brought home in the past, choosing guys older than himself, Tony has lost a few due to Adrian's charm, having to sleep alone, "you'll have to forgive Adrian, every now and then he forgets he's over the hill!"
"You have to make things worse, Tony?"
All this kind of new to Callum, the dating scene and other things gay, he says, "I don't mind that you're older."
"Woof!" Adrian says, his eyes lighting up.
"Forget it Adrian," Tony says, "Callum's not looking for a daddy."
'Daddy?' Callum dwells on.
"How do you know?" Adrian asks Tony, but turning to Callum, "maybe he is!"
If anything, Callum certainly wasn't looking for a plump chef, more the chiseled looks of Tony's bod, "I don't think I am." Decidedly, "in fact. No. I'm more into Tony."
Tony smiled at that, thinking that maybe later, Callum would get 'more' into him!
"Well!" Adrian acts pompously, insulted. Lifitng the loop of the apron over his head, "I've made some viddles for you two, but you can see about serving yourself!"
Even though Tony knows better, Callum falls for the act, "but I do like hairy guys?"
Standing there in shorts and sandals, since Adrian was spending much of his time out by the pool today, "hmm, then maybe there's hope for me yet!"
Running a hand down Callum's shoulder, Tony swats it away, "you did what you were told, Adrian. Now you can go back to your unicorn!"
Wrinkling up his nose, turning to a grumbly dispostion, Adrian drags his apron across the floor as he takes his leave, adding a last word, "nice to meet you Kyle."
"Same here," Callum says, not bothering to correct the fuzzy daddy bear!
"He'll get it right, the more he sees you around."
"Oh? Am I going to be around that much?"
Of all those silent moments, when neither had a word to say on the drive from the cafe to his home, Tony was thinking. The only thing on his mind was, if Callum stayed at the dorm, surely he would meet another guy and without grips on the sophomore's life, he would be without a guy to call his own.
With it put before him, Tony blurts out, "I was thinking, that if you don't like your roommate, you could move in with me?"
As Callum was taking it, "that would make us boyfriends, right?"
Tony wasn't sure that was what he meant, but if it meant keeping tabs on Callum, "uh, yeah. Exactly."
"I think I would be cool with that."
"But you're not sure?"
What Callum was sure about, he surely would like to more into Tony's life, "I'm pretty much sure." He quickly conjures up, "but I've already paid for the dorm."
"The semester is just starting. I'm almost certain you can cancel out on the dorm and get everything back, except maybe ten percent?"
"I don't know," Callum thinks on it. Being he didn't come a gold mine, "that's still like, a hundred bucks."
"Not a problem. I can come up with the balance."
Even though it was exciting to think about it, moving in with his first gay guy, Callum says, "I don't think I can ask that of you."
It was the vehicle which drove them closer together, Tony placing hands on Callum's arms, drawing their crotches together, "not true. We're boyfriends and we should feel free to ask whatever of the other."
Though, Tony wasn't sure what he was getting himself into. One of the 'guards' he always placed on himself was the certainy of meeting a dude, falling in love, which would cut down on the assortment of cocks to sample. He had a gut feeling Callum wasn't a 'sampler' like himself, and maybe that was good.
"Okay. But if you get tired of having me around, I want you to..."
"Stop it with that stuff," Tony pulls Callum closer, "I'm not going to get tired of you."
Tony's back was to the kitchen.
They hear a royal belch, followed by, "hey, you two wanna get a room?"
Tony opens up the embrace, turning around, "what'samatter, Adrian, your unicorn sink?"
"It's sweltering out there, I need something to drink."
Callum says, "maybe Adrian's right."
"About what?"
"About getting a room?"
He also grazes Tony's crotch, which kind of proves the case.
"I'd love to!"
Their hunger for the loft made them forget about the luscious meal Adrian prepared for them, heading behind the sunken livingroom and up two flights of bi-level stairs.
They hear in the distance, Adrian saying, "let me know if you need any help, guys?"
"Ignore him," Tony says, entering a bedroom.
The collegiate pair molded their bods together, kissing. Callum wasn't sure what to do, letting Tony do the leading.
Tony goes for the buttons of his shirt, so Callum retaliates.
Except, Tony grabs his hand, "no. Allow me."
Unsure of why Tony stopped him from unbuttoning his shirt, Callum drops both his hands, "if that's what you want?"
"It's never about what I want. It's always about what you want."
It didn't add up to anything, Callum saying, "is that a puzzle for me to figure out?"
Tony knew he was being vague, "can you just go with it for now?"
"Sure," Callum replies, surrendering to Tony's will and ways.
He's never been with a guy, other than a quickie blowjob and thinking Tony, even though only a year older, claiming to have been with several guys, Callum leaves the thinking up to him.
Fervently kissing, Tony backs Callum up to the bed. He unbuttons his pants, watching for a reaction.
Sure enough, Callum lay there like a spectator, taking in Tony's striptease.
When Tony was totally naked, Callum did a partial situp, remarking, "damn, you're beautiful."
Already knowing Callum was crazy about hairy guys, Tony entices by planing his abs, then pecs over the fuzzy mat, the other hand fluffing his pubes up, suggestive, "bet you can't wait to get your hands on me, huh?"
Callum was right in the position Tony wanted him, sitting on the bed. It was of no imposition to fall to his knees and reach for the button which held up his pants.
Not a problem, Callum lay back as Tony shimmies the pants from under his butt.
Standing there, holding Callum's pants by the leggin's, Tony says, "am I moving too fast?"
From lying down in only his briefs, Callum does a situp, grabs his pants from Tony's grasp and tosses them aside, "no. On the contrary, peed it up!"
"I hope this is okay. I saw it in a porn video."
"Oh shit!" Tony shouts.
Like he had seen on his laptop, Callum takes Tony by the cock and pulls him forward!
"Damn, that was hot," Tony says of the unexpected move, falling forward, hands planted in the bed, inches shy of crashing full force on top.
"Now that's something I didn't expect."
Callum says, sliding his hand from the wiry pubes, he could feel Tony has grown in his hand, "I don't know if I'm ready for this."
Probing Callum's briefs, Tony says, "oh, you sure are!"
Sliding to the foot of the bed, Tony peels Callum's briefs down his legs.
"Where you going?" Callum sits up on his elbows.
"No where," Tony says.
Right now Tony was puzzled, whether Callum was a top or bottom, being he wasn't making any gestures as to each or the other. At this moment he wasn't up for a debate. Lying down on Callum's fuzzy legs he crawls until his head is over that fuzzy mass of stem and balls.
"Oh shit, Tony!"
Tony didn't care about impressions. He saw what he wanted, so went after it, trapping Callum's massive hard on in his mouth.
Callum didn't know what, or if he should be doing something. For certain, Tony seemed to be doing it all, which pleasured him immensely. It did occur to him, referring back to several porn vids he's seen, that in the position he was now, he was the top guy, surrendering to the bottom man's mouth, so doing anything might be out of character.
Minutes pass and as Tony is slowly working Callum's shaft, pulling it out of his mouth, licking the sides, slurping saliva and bathing each ballsacs. He blows his breath over the wetness.
"Wow, Tony!"
"Feel good?"
"Like you didn't know it did?"
It made Tony smile. Convicted!
"Um, when are you going to wet me down again?"
Allowing the ballsac he was making a meal out of to slide out of his mouth, Tony wipes the juice from his lips, "right now, if that's you want, sir."
'Sir?' Callum questions, like, 'how absurd!'
Callum could ask about every little thing, but what he was feeling was not up for discussion, rather going along with the action.
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Meanwhile, back at the bar & grille, opposed to Tony and Callum just getting started, Rick was finishing up on the 'board meeting'. Whereas, when the board met at this location, little business was conducted. Rarely would any real Oakly Enterprises resolutions take place, other than Rick's personal whims.
From the start of the meeting, one at the board table would be named, a complete surprise, Rick saying, "okay, JT, you're up."
For sure, anticipating today's meeting, JT was 'up', "oh, cool," he rubs hands together.
From the start of their employment, the straight men of the group had the option of going along, or frankly, just up and quit. They had their rights, refuse to participate, but the boss could make their jobs quite unbearable. For the 'straights', there were options, according to their moral compasses.
Like, the first few days of a new employee, Eric, a thirty-two year old man, attended his inaugaural board meeting.
The meeting, at the bar & cafe started to unfold, standing there at the back of his chair, as were the other board members, only frozen in place, questioning, "what's this?"
Gay or straight, Eric had no clue, only that each and every one of them were taking jackets off, placing them over the backs of their chairs, removing neckties, unbuttoning shirts...
Well, before any of them fully unbuttoned their shirts, revealing massive amounts of chest hair, or gleaming smooth bods, Eric was on it, "Mr. Oakly, sir?"
Eric had been paying close attention to the two or three men across from him, but when questioning what was happening, changed the direction of his chin to the boss, sitting at the head of the table. His eyes opened wide, noticing the same, the 'higher-up' removing jacket, tie, shirt.
Carter, one of the other employees answers for the boss, "oh come on, Eric, I'm straight and stripping," he laughs.
"Yeah, me too," Jerome high-fives Carter, laughing it off.
It's not which Eric didn't have a semi-stealth bod, but other things guided his principles and standing his ground, "but what happens if your wives find out?"
Phil pops up with, "oh, I told mine. I know, if I held back that when she finally found out, there would've been hell to pay.
Eric finds, along with the other two, Phil humored by stripping down to his briefs. He also wondered about Phil, whether he was speaking in present or past tense.
One of the gay dudes, Tom, looks to Saad, but speaks to Eric, "hey, if you need any help, buddy!"
Saad, stripped down and rubbing a hand up and down his furry front, other five digits working his long, floppy shaft, "yeah, I'm always willing to lend a hand!"
Tom says, "you better to leave it to me, Saad. Looks like you've got your hands full!"
Rick just stood there, taking it all in. Interaction among his employees was important. Getting along was important. Too, was how modern a man could be, accepting of how things go and being away from the office setting, how far he was willing to go.
One thing about Mark, Rick liked, was even though he was straight, he thinks like one of the men from the other side of the fence, walking over and placing a hand on Eric's shoulder, "c'mon. I know it sounds weird," he slides a hand down the back of Eric's suit jacket, "but we all need some R&R from daily life and work."
Mark touches Eric's tie at the neck, but is slapped away, "I can do it myself."
From how he pictures things, Rick gets the impression Eric is, or never will be a team player, "well then do it, or," he pushes his chair back with his legs, pans a hand towards the wall, "the door is there for your use."
He storms out, Eric leaving them with, "you're all crazy!"
Fortunately for Eric, it was only his second day on the job and hadn't dismissed the other offers he got a callback on.
"Oh well," Tom says, "another one bites the dust!"
Saad says, "I can't believe he slapped your hand like that. Think you should press charges?"
They joked like this, knowing it was going to get out of hand, Tom on the rebound, "oh, I was thinking of pressing more than that against Eric!"
Phil says, "um, like, I kind of had a tough week, if..."
Of both labels, straight and gay, by now, the close knit group of board members knew the ins and outs of each, straight and married, straight, single, gay, partnered, could joke and not argue if someone made a wisecrack about the other. With each, as with Rick, they took note, analysed in their own minds, those who appeared to take on an alpha demeanor.
One of the easiet to figure out was Phil. Married, to a woman, no children, he was always venting at the meeting, which for him was more like a therapy session. His first day, two years ago, at the sight of men stripping barechested, he excused himself right off and tore out of there. All the way home, Phil bit his lip and fingernails, wondering how his wife would take it. He didn't lay on her all that transpired. In fact too embarrased to say there were gay men there, that they were stripping off their clothes, that he was encouraged to do the same, he kept silent, except to say the job wasn't for him. Instead, Phil stood there and took the slander his wife threw at him, that he was a woos, to man up and for once in his life, 'be a man'. Phil knew this to be the truth, being they were high school sweethearts, that she had put him through business school and was carrying the mortgage on the house, with a little help from her parents.
That day Phil walked out of the house, sat in his car and outweighed his options. To add to his degradation, as Phil backed out of his driveway a moving van leaned on the horn, which if not, he might have done more than dented his fender. He expected to back up and leave, but the van just sat there.
Getting out of his vehicle, he confronted the van, "hey dickhead, are you going to move or what?"
Phil was lost for words, a door popping open, a burly guy hopping down on both feet, approaching, "are you saying I'm in the wrong, asshole?"
Trying to fend off, mostly with words, Phil holds up both hands and waves them back and forth, "no, no, no, I..."
The road rage incident continued with Phil suffering a punch in the stomach. It didn't end there, the moving van driver leaving the truck, circling behind Phil, picking him up by the arms and then holding both behind his back.
Like crazy, Phil apologizes, but it seemed to run in one ear and out the other, punches lurching from the left fist, then right, until he caved to the driveway pavement. He was ready to throw up.
The moving van driver and his mate laughed all the way back to their vehicle, got in and drove off.
"Oh shit," Phil groaned and moaned, holding his sore ribs.
At this moment Phil felt like he didn't have a friend in the world. Truthfully, with no immediate family, out of college and leaving his collegiate world behind, having moved long ago from his hometown, he didn't have a buddy to share his troubles with. Okay, whenever he stopped for gas, he allowed the attendant to give him a blowjob, but besides shooting off down the lad's throat, there wasn't anyone but his domineering wife to confide in. This was like, adding insult to injury.
Feeling that his world was upside down, with no one to help pick up the pieces, Phil drove back to the bar & grille.
The owner made a phone call and upon receiving the okay from the head of the board, paved the way to the stairway down, "you should be ashamed of yourself."
Phil didn't expect that, but kept civil. He had already been through a one-sided battle with his wife, beaten in the street, what could be worse?
When the door was opened, Phil admitted, he announces, "I'm back, that is if you want me back?"
He felt like a beaten man, not only physically but psychologically, which is probably why he wasn't surprised much, seeing everyone in the room stripped of not only upper attire, but right down to the hair on their bods.
Phil was taken aback by Mark up on the table, on all fours, Dave standing there, getting a blowjob, "like what's this about?"
At the time he didn't know Mark was straight, married and Dave, gay.
Sideswiping Phil's comment, Rick, totally in the buff, approaches him, places a hand on the inside fold of his jacket, "can I help you with that?," he peels it back.
Seeing it as a sign of being welcomed back, when he doesn't deserve the kindness, Phil smiles at Rick, saying, "I can handle it myself."
Other than being on the receiving end of getting a blowjob, Phil had never seen a man on all fours, another man's cock halfway exposed, working it in and out of the other guy's pursed lips. Probably why it took so long for Phil to strip down!
That was two years ago. In the present, Phil is now 'one of the guys', doesn't adhere to labels and goes along with what's on his boss' agenda. Being on a gay boss' turf, he's found it less stressful to go along with whatever is happening at the moment. Whenever he goes home, he never mentions specifics to his wife, but that he's 'had a good day' and the paycheck reflects it. But that wasn't to last long. With confidence in the job, if reflected right on back to other areas of his life. Plus, what he didn't see coming, Phil found out his wife has been having an affair with the former quarterback of the high school football team. He was surprised to learn that had been going off and on since dating during high school days.
Of Eric, who had dismissed himself and is now back, Phil says, "I'm glad you're back.
Josh, Rick's right hand man, says, "like someone we know?"
Phil gives the guys the 'half-smile' look, knowing when he left and came back, "yeah, I guess."
For Eric, who had left the bar & grille, sat in his car, lamenting. Even before graduating college his life had been one of living in doubt. Married, he was unhappy. Of abstaining from sex with men, downright miserable, which simulated tears forming in his eyes.
Here, given the chance to turn the corner, "shit!"
Jacking the handle of his car, Eric reaches for his briefcase, exits his vehicle, slams the door shut and with moving one heavy foot after the other, "damn, I hope I'm doing the right thing."
"You are, trust me!"
"Huh?" Eric reacts, turning his head to the right, upon viewing a guy standing there.
Leaning, with ass against a car next to Eric's, arms folded along his pecs, no shirt, but fully clothed below, stands Rick!
A lot of emotions were running through Eric's head right now. The very first to hit him was the light blond fuzz covering muscled pecs and as Rick drops both arms to the sides of his chiseled upper bod, it entices the viewer to move closer.
"Don't think for a moment, Eric, that many men have not been in the same shoes you are wearing now."
Of trust, of that Eric had little to hold on to and Rick having already shared saying it, it made him shuffle his feet till he was standing on the edge of the curb, "trust, I'm afraid I have little of that in my life."
Rick, standing a step down, shares, "just one of the attributes, if you give us the chance, we can instill in your life. You see, Eric," Rick physically moves Eric backwards, a hand upon his shoulder, stepping up on the curb, "you only gave us a few minutes of your life. Trust me, and I don't use the word, 'trust' lightly, because it's something that takes work at gaining from someone, you're at the right place in your life. All it takes is that first step towards 'trusting'."
Eric, inches from what could be his boss, swallows, saying, "that's a lot to take in."
"That it is. Trust comes with responsibility, not only to yourself, but the others you involve in your life. Trust at home, at work, at the food market where you shop," Rick cracks a smile, "your sex partner. All around us there are people who we would like to develop a sense of trust, but we'll never get there, if we are quitters. You catch my drift?"
Purposely Rick literally put himself in Eric's 'face', knowing the married man could feel every inhale and exhale.
Rick reconciles, "I am a quitter. I mean, I just quit you."
"Not just me, Eric, you quit the team."
"I guess that means I screwed myself."
'Well', Rick was thinking, it'd be more fun if he screwed Eric, "you almost did."
"Oh? How does that go?"
Rick physically alleviates the weight of Eric's left hand, taking his briefcase, "you almost missed your window of opportunity."
Looking down at his briefcase in Rick's hand, Eric didn't even recollect letting go of the handle, "huh?"
Rick follows Eric's eyes and staring point blank, "you didn't even key the ignition before you started cursing at the steering wheel. The turning point came when your gut feeling began to overrule that, by then, weak feeling, of being a quitter.
And now, here you are, standing here, with me in your face. What I'm wondering is, what your next move is going to be."
"I would really like another chance."
"No, what is your 'real' feeling right now, Eric?"
A dead give away, whether Eric knew it or not, was licking his lips.
Since Rick thought it either nerves or the fact they were standing there on the curb of the bar & grille, in public, he makes the first move, "do I have to spell it out to you," he grabs Eric by the necktie, pulling him into a kiss!
Alternate effect of his lips touching Rick's, was a hand on his bare chest. Other than antics of wrestling his teen buds in a swimming pool, it's the first time Eric has touched a man's flesh, which has him looking down, peeling it off Rick's skin.
Eric delivers a smooth, suave, "damn."
"The next move is yours, Eric."
With sex on his mind, Eric plays it safe and chooses the alternative, "does that mean I have my job back?"
Not picking the answer Rick hoped for, he was willing to share, "if you don't come back inside, I guess we'll never find out."
This wasn't the first time a man turned and ran, however Rick had a gut feeling this one was worth slipping his pants on for, zipping up and heading up the emergency exit stairs at the side of the building. Very few men were given a second chance.
Eric's second chance had actually began a few days ago, when Rick's secretary personally came into his office to tell him to look at his PC. Knowing what Josh was getting at, Rick salivated, thinking of the next candidate up for hiring.
It made Josh smile, when Rick's reaction is, 'hell yeah,' assuming his boss felt as he did, viewing that first likeness, Eric's gorgeous face. As Rick scrolls down, he questions, 'any other pics, like backyard parties? The beach?'
'Sorry to dissapoint you, boss, but only clothed.'
Yes, of course Eric's credentials play a part in the job search, but the final fantasy would play out when Rick invited the applicant to a board meeting. As they descended the side entrance, via the emergency exit, he could still taste Eric's lips, but soon he would be viewing the rest of the canvas!
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By the time Eric and Rick were returning to the board meeting, Callum and Tony had been to the moon and back.
Tony wasn't sure, when they first stripped down and were in the throes of touching, kissing and getting it on, whether Callum would think it absurd, jump out of bed, dress and run, at the thought of sex by tying him to the bed!
He was totally bonked, after mentioning it, when Callum uttered a simple, "sure."
"Really?" Tony was in disbelief. "You're okay with it?"
His sexual life built on what guys do in porn videos, Callum says, "why shouldn't I be?"
Not waiting for Callum to change his mind, the hairy Italian assumes, "you've done this before?"
"Not really." Thinking it commonplace, "but I've seen it done, watching videos on XX-Tube."
"Really?" Tony displays a toothy smile. Having seen some of those kinky man to man or group gatherings, especially the ones involving not just sex, "what are you into?"
It had stirred Callum's interest to know for himself, as he was lying there naked, hand wrapped around his hard shaft, "I don't know. I figured if I ever had the chance, then that's when I would find out."
"Hmm," Tony tapped his lips with a finger.
Callum reacts, "what's on your mind, or shouldn't I ask?"
Stretched out, naked, on the bed, Callum had lain where Tony hoped he could be.
Right now though, it serves the purpose, kneeling and crawling his way up, shaft dangling down, using Callum's legs as a canal, Tony's cock docking at the underside of the balls.
Lying down on Callum, Tony reaches for his hands and together they form a Y, engaging in kissing.
When done with the light gesture of getting to know each other more intimate, Callum says, "that was nice."
Thinking Callum wasn't telling all, "but?"
Right now, their cock and balls intermingling, the heat was building, but Callum, inexperienced at gay things, "uh, do I fuck you now, or what do you want to do?"
Moving to a sitting up on his knees position, same time inching his balls up to where they hover over Callum's navel, his ass sits flat on soft pubes, Tony saying, "why not do a little exploring?"
He could see question on the mind of Callum. Reaching behind himself, Tony retrieves what he tossed on the bed before mounting Callum.
"You can start by putting these on my wrists?"
A little dissapointed, his 7c had gained momentum, but this all new to him, Callum goes along, "okay."
"Great," Tony says, stepping off the side of the bed, saying, "get up."
Thinking along the lines of the videos he had watched, Callum says, "oh, I thought I would be the one giving the orders?"
Tony taking the place where Callum's bod had made an indentation in the mattress, says, "right after you cuff me to the headboard, the show's all yours!"
His hairy bod did look beautiful, lying there on the bed, dark-covered pecs, hairy abs, a trailed stripe painted down Tony's stomach, streaming to his pubes and being they both were sporting semi's, as Callum knees the bed, "do I get to do anything to you?"
Confident Callum wasn't into the extreme, Tony says, "I can take pain and into almost anything, but we don't have to use every toy tonight?"
"You've got toys?" Callum says, after finishing securing a leather cuff around Tony's left wrist.
With total confidence, he doesn't know why, Tony having a relaxed feeling, "check the closet. I have a good collection going."
Leaving Tony with one wrist coupled to the wrought iron headboard, Callum walks off the bed.
The double doors of the closet, rather than sliding back and forth, opened out.
"Wow," Callum's eyes bugged out, seeing the inside of both doors loaded with hooks and all kinds of leather whips, dangling silver chains with clips and clamps attached, leather straps, holding devices such as the one secured around Tony's wrist. "Some collection."
Tony had both excitement and fear, but soon his pinging nuts and pulsing stiffy won out.
Backs of the double doors were on Callum's mind as his hands allowed leather straps to plane over his palms, but then he looks beyond, "damn," he reaches for a buttplug, "will this really fit up your ass?"
Being that Callum even knew what the fat, black object was for, drove Tony onward, "probably not, but it would give us something to work towards?"
Callum lightly ran his eyes over the rest of Tony's toy collection, finally coming to the conclusion, "what do I start with?"
Throwing hint, lusting for anything Callum would do to him, "whatever comes to mind."
The stigma in Callum's mind, while watching some of those kinky vid's, was the point of crossover, when the torture stopped and the sex began. Right now, standing there, he didn't feel it at first, but then discovered his hand slowly massaging his own tube. It's then he realized, just the sight of all these play things had made him secrete!
It put the pressure on him, which had his other hand taking a thin-frond flogger off a hook, "I guess I'll start with this."
Well, Tony had wished Callum chose the thicker fronds, but such was his insatiable desire to get on with the pain and the pleasure, "excellent choice, but you might want to grab some tit clamps, while you're at it?"
Callum was glad of the suggestion, but also was falling into his role, "are you telling me what to do, Tony?"
Tony's stiff shaft was telling of the vibes he was feeling now and knowing how the game goes, "oh no, sir. I was only...ak-k-k-k, oh shit!"
Had it been the thicker fronds of the flogger, it might have stung less, but the thin pieces of leather slapped down over Tony's abs stung like hell and left their marks, even though the thick thatch over his stomach tried to hide it.
Not sure he had done the right thing, Callum places a hand on Tony's abs, rubbing the place he had just thrashed, "oh. Sorry. Did I whip you too hard, Tony?"
With Callum kneeling on the side of the bed, a hand rubbing over his tummy, his whiplasher's thigh leaning till it touches his shaft, Tony was feeling no pain, "oh man," he is able to push half his bod up, with one hand free from its binding, "that was so awesome," he kisses Callum and then flops back down.
Moving in and out of roleplaying, Callum says, "then, does that mean you want me to do it some more?"
It was crude, but Tony went for it, "sure, but could you use the thicker flogger, with the softer fronds?"
Going back to the closet, Callum realizes some semen had seeped out, thinking, 'oops', rubbing it back into the mass of his pubic hair. Hanging up the flogger and choosing the next one, he comes back to the bed.
Before he could question whether this was good or bad, Tony says, "oh yeah. That's the one I love to feel."
I then dawns on Callum, "you've have another guy who does this to you?"
"Had," Tony says, "but he grew tired of me."
This time Callum sat, rather then kneel on the bed, "really? How could someone get tired of this beautiful bod?"
It was just as much torture, Callum rubbing a hand all over his hairy bod, especially when touching his nips, "oh-h-h-h, now you've gone and done it!"
It actually got him laughing!
"Done what?"
As if common knowledge, "sensitive nips?"
A year or so ago, it was something Callum had discovered all on his own, but especially from watching the videos, how sensitive his own nips could be, even when softly pulverized by fingers and thumbs.
"Yeah, uh do want some clips, or is this okay?"
It drove Tony wild, Callum slipping thumbs and fingers through hairy pecs, finding the nubs, grasping and lightly pinching them.
"Oh...fucking...shit...yeah!"
The side of his bod had leaned against Tony's stiff shaft and Callum could feel the semen flow, "I'd certainly say so!"
Call it instinct, whatever, Callum felt the urge to swing a leg over Tony's legs, boxing them in. In doing so his balls land right on Tony's balls. Shafts come together, his falling to the right of Tony's leaking one, feeling the goo. In no time Callum was feeling the pangs of wanting to fuck, but instead of inserting himself, replicated the motion of fucking.
It became a game of sorts. Tony would moan louder and louder, as Callum pinched and mashed more and more. This went on for only a short time before they both caught up with each other and soon they were shooting their loads.
Callum didn't even think it the proper thing to do, falling forward and caressing Tony, who was going on and on, verbally expressing how awesome it all was, until he ran out of steam and nodded off in silence.
Spent emotionally and physically, Callum lay there, till finally saying, "was I okay?"
"You were perfect," Tony reaches up and kisses him.
As Callum lay there, Tony dozing off, he analysed things. This wasn't exactly how he thought it was going to go. His first fuck wasn't up the ass, but still justified by feeling awesomely great. Certainly, when he came, he was close to poking Tony in the navel instead of ass, but it was a beautiful experience nonetheless. Tired as Tony, he soon fell into a deep sleep.
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When Eric walked back into that boardroom, it wasn't at all like moments before. He saw that Rick didn't hesitate to fall back into the atmosphere, stripping out of his pants, whereas he wasn't wearing briefs, which put him back into the normalcy of things.
Eric was also blown away by the cameraderie, being welcomed back as if he had taken a vacation and returned, guys actually embracing him, the 'gays' offering him a peck on the cheek or one dude, the lips!
Phil, who had grown quite mature in his thinking since divorcing, "we knew you'd come back. Welcome!"
Eric thought Phil's bro-hug lasted longer than the others, but of it, felt a warmth, "thanks, Phil."
In fact, Phil was so accommodating, "why don't you sit by me?"
Looking over to where Phil had been sitting, Eric says, "I don't think there will be room."
Phil whistles through his teeth, shouting, "hey, Tom, want to move over here?"
Tom looks up, strangely glances to Rick, then rises, "sure."
Eric follows Phil around the table, but having witnessed Tom's gesture, whispers, "what was that about?"
"Team work," Phil says as he ushers Eric to the chair Tom's ass sat in, "you'll get the hang of it."
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