by markindy
Arrogant intern rekindles boss's forgotten bi side and dominates him.
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My sex life was ok, but stagnant. Over a year after my divorce, I still hadn't found another woman I felt I could have a long-term relationship with. I loved my ex-wife very much, and still do, but I wasn't ambitious enough to give her the material things she craved. She wasn't so shallow when we first met...at least we didn't have kids before she ran off with the neurologist of her dreams. I make a good living, but it just couldn't provide the five-bedroom house or the A-list parties that she desired more than me. I hope the good doctor is at least getting a solid fuck for all the bullshit he's having to put-up with.
At the age of 38, I still get the attention from the ladies, and I work hard to maintain a good physique...for my own satisfaction more than trying to attract a mate. I've had a few dates, but the women seem to be more interested in my loft apartment...perhaps I'm just a little jaded. Regardless, I was getting horny as hell and my right hand was becoming a less interesting partner every week. There were a few ladies in the office that caught my eye, but inter-office relationships always struck me as a bad idea. Besides, my intern was a source of competition that I just didn't need.
Collin was a terrific worker, and took over the more mundane tasks my assistant did before taking maternity leave. He was fresh out of college, doing an internship while finishing his master's degree. We probably would not have gotten along if it weren't for his outstanding work ethic. Collin definitely had ambitions, and wasn't above kissing-ass, or fucking the right people, if he thought it got him somewhere. Office gossip had him sampling every attractive woman with "manager" somewhere in her title. I'll admit, I didn't mind looking at him...standing six-foot-two, around 175 pounds, lean and toned with wavy brown hair and intensely green eyes, he was definitely a specimen worthy of the stares he got from ladies. I had my "experimental phase" in college, and won't deny my bisexual curiosity if someone asks...but I see myself as ninety-eight percent straight. Even so, I caught myself from time-to-time taking a longer look over his frame than I probably should have...a nice of piece of eye-candy, but really nothing more than that. Besides, he only had a week left with our company, and I'd finally have to get around to hiring a temp until my assistant came back.
"Mr. Harris, you're calendar for next month is updated, and Penny is arranging your flight to Tokyo in March." Collin said in his best business voice as he walked into my office and placed some files on my desk.
"Thanks, Collin. You've been a lifesaver around here since Gwen left on maternity leave. I'm sorry that you're leaving us, but I know you'll do outstanding work at your next internship." I replied, looking at his youthful frame, covered in well-tailored clothing that highlighted his admirable physique. "I'm sure the female staff will be devastated when you're gone." I added with a hearty laugh.
"Yeah, well...I'm used to the stares...it can be flattering, or annoying...depends on who's looking." Collin said, mildly blushing, even though it didn't fit with his overly-confident character. "You should come out with us tonight...kind of a going-away party."
"Thanks, but I think I'll pass. From what I've heard, it's going to be you and twenty of your closest female admirers in attendance. Have a good time. I can't say I'm not envious."
"Come on, Mr. Harris...I need a few other guys around to keep things sane. Besides, you could get lucky...more than a few have their eyes on you too."
"Always been my policy to avoid pussy from the office...causes too much trouble if things go badly. Consider that my offering of sage advice for your professional career." I said, slapping his shoulder as I walked around the desk.
"Oh, I hear you...it's been a blessing in some ways that I'm not a real employee...keeps things from getting messy. I'm still very much a guy who likes to sample things here and there."
"Now you're just rubbing my face in it." I said, with mock irritation, putting a book on the shelf and returning to my desk.
Collin chuckled at my response as he placed some files in the cabinet and closed the office door. "You'd probably like that, wouldn't you Mr. Harris."
"Huh? Why would I like being reminded of your conquests all the time?"
"Not quite what I meant." Collin said, leaning against the file cabinet and slowly running his thumb across the lower part of his crotch. "I get a sense that you like a bit of variety every now-and-then yourself."
"Hey man...I don't know where this is coming from...dudes aren't my thing. Hell, you've arranged most of my dinner dates the last few months...you should know where my interests are." I replied, even as my cock started to stir within my pants.
"Like I said...I'm used to the stares. Only you and one other guy around here give me more than a passing glance...and he's an old, fat slob." Collin said calmly as one hand slid into his pants-pocket, and rearranged things behind the trim-fit fabric. "Can't say that I'm interested in guys much at all...but I don't mind indulging a select few, as long as they don't expect much from me."
I swallowed hard, and my pulse began to race, as the impact of what he was saying registered in my brain. "I...uh...I think...you're making a mistake." I stammered, even as my cock continued to swell.
"Hmm...maybe...but I'm usually pretty good at sorting the casual glance from the full body scan." Collin said, as a visible bulge formed below the hand in his pocket and snaked toward the leg of his trousers. "If you want to know what the ladies are all excited about...then consider yourself as one of the very few guys I've let-in on the secret. I'm out of here at the end of the week...and I know you're not a pansy...otherwise, there's no way in hell I'd give you the opportunity. Your call...I could give a shit less either way." He finished, sounding arrogant as hell, and now standing next to me behind the desk.
I tried to fight it, but I couldn't keep from staring at his crotch as he stood watching me while loosening his tie. Collin's cock had slid even further down his left pant leg, tenting the fabric away from his thigh, making it obvious he had to be a boxer man. My own prick was now painfully confined behind my preference for supportive briefs. I could hear my pulse pounding in my ears as a slumbering curiosity awoke from years of hibernation. This was a mistake and I knew it, but my mind was also filled with thoughts of how much I admired his looks...how much I wanted to see all of his physical perfection.
"If you want it, you'll have to make the move. I can get laid every day...I don't have to beg dudes to blow me. I know my limits...as long as you know yours...then its all good." Collin said, almost taunting me as he placed his hands on his hips.
I still hesitated; saying nothing as I mindlessly reached for my crotch and shifted my aching cock into a better position. It was clear that Collin was nicely endowed, though difficult to judge just how well from behind the material.
"I'll be damned...guess I finally got one wrong." Collin said as he started to back away. "Sorry to embarrass you...at least you won't have to put-up with me anymore."
I should have let the narcissistic prick leave, but I found myself reaching out to grip the inside of his thigh instead. Even through the fabric, I could sense the strength in his legs and feel the tone of his muscles. My hand moved up to his crotch, squeezing the outline of his cock and producing a small spot of precum at the front of his pants.
"Mmmm...okay...guess I'm still batting a thousand." Collin said with a satisfied smirk and pulled-off his belt. "Come to think of it, maybe I should rub your face in it." He said gruffly, stretching the leather belt at the back of my head and pulling my face into his lap. "Oh shit, yeah! You wanted this more than you thought, didn't you?" I could only grunt as he ground his crotch against my face. "Only sampled the skill of two other guys...but they always gave the best blow-jobs. I'm sure you won't be any different."
I still hadn't said a word as I eased back and brought my hands up to open his trousers. My hands shook from raw nerves, fumbling with the button and lowering the zipper. Collins pants dropped around his ankles, revealing a neatly pressed pair of oxford-cloth boxers and the head of his cock peeking out from the leg opening. The uncut tip glistened and a string of precum started to trail toward the floor. I extended my tongue, lapping at the sticky fluid and teasing the tip of his prick.
Collin kicked off his shoes and stepped out of his pants. "Take them off, cock-sucker. Take a good look at what you've been imagining all this time."
I mindlessly did as instructed, grabbed the material at the bottom of each leg, and tugged his underwear to the floor. Collin's cock sprung upward once released from the cloth prison, revealing a perfect accompaniment to the owner's handsome frame. I've seen bigger pricks in porno films, but at a thick eight inches with a low-hanging shaved sack holding plum-sized balls...the whole package was beautifully proportioned to rest of him. I was starting to dislike his cocky attitude, but I couldn't help but think the end result was better than I'd imagined.
Collin slapped my face with his engorged rod, flinging precum across my nose and cheeks. "For a guy, you're not bad looking...you'll look even better with my cock down your throat. Go ahead, cocksucker...taste my meat."
I was still mute as Collin gripped the top of my head, pulled it back and pressed his prick to my lips. My mind was now in a fog, and all I could think of was sucking on this fine specimen of man-meat. I opened my mouth wide, producing as much spit as I could manage while inching further and further down Collin's twitching pole. Damn...after almost fifteen years of swearing-off cock, it was intoxicating to feel the silky skin across my tongue and the heat radiating through my cheeks. It took a few attempts filled with coughing and gagging before getting comfortable with something I had done only a few times in my life....and only then with patient, understanding buds.
"Shit...that's it, man...take it all in! You're a fucking natural at this!" Collin jeered, gripping the sides of my head and skull-fucking me.
As soon as my gag-reflex had calmed down, Collin began fucking my face with an insistent rhythm, his prick pushing past my tonsils and further down my throat with every stroke. His hairless nuts bounced against my chin, soaking my face as spit trailed down his balls. My own cock was now painfully hard. I awkwardly opened my pants and began fisting my aching rod as Collin continued assaulting my mouth.
"Nice cock...you shouldn't be so picky about finding some pussy to put it in." Collin grunted as watched me stroke from above. "Do a good job, and I'll set you up with a hot chick that would love your thick cock."
The last thing I needed from this twenty-four year old prick was an arranged fuck. I had plenty of opportunities on my own, thank you very much. But I could hardly voice my protest with his thick salami stretching my jaw to its limits. I'm not a big fan of being used like this. I much prefer sex as a cooperative venture, but I couldn't deny enjoying the feel of cock again, or the raw strength of man-to-man play.
"Ahhh fuck, man...you really know how to work a cock." Collin groaned, pulling out of my mouth and slapping my face with his prick. "Suck on my nuts...oh shit, yeah."
I buried my nose into his loose sack, lapping at his balls and gently sucking one tender orb and then the other into my mouth. Collin's hot shaft pressed against my eyelid as I worked for a better angle. I reached with one hand to grip the left cheek of his lightly hairy and taught ass to steady my position.
"Uh-uh, man...keep your hands to yourself." Collin said while smacking my hand off his ass. "I'll feed a cocksucker all the meat he wants, but the rest of me is off-limits. Just think of this as a glory-hole without the wall."
Now I was really starting to feel used, but the concern wasn't deep enough to keep me from greedily feasting on what he offered. Alternating between his balls and cock, another few moments passed until I noticed his sack start to tighten. I was now fisting my own cock furiously as Collin pushed into my face...pressing my nose into his tight curls. His breathing became ragged, and the muscles in his thighs tensed. I knew what could only be moments from happening, and tried to pull back from Collin's twitching spit-soaked crotch.
"Oh yeah...oh fuck, yeah!" Collin chided, holding my head firmly in place. "Uuuugggh...uuuuggghhhh...oohhhh ffffuuuuccckkkk!" he grunted, thrusting his hips with each word...his cock shooting hot cum straight down my throat. The salty load just kept coming as I struggled to swallow...some flowing past my lips and falling down onto my own swelling prick. I couldn't take any more, and managed to pull away as one last rope flew from Collin's cock and splashed across my face. Cum was still spilling from my mouth as my own climax hit seconds later.
'Mmmphhh..fffuuuuckkk...ssshhiiiitttt!" I hissed through clenched teeth, jerking my cock and unloading four heavy ropes of seed into the boxers that lay crumpled around Collin's feet. I was still kneeling on the floor, catching my breath as Collin calmly kicked-off his shoes and stepped out of his pants.
"Well, I'm sure as hell not wearing these on the train back home." Collin said, reaching for the sticky boxers and using them to clean his dripping cock. "Here...keep them as a souvenir. I don't want them back." He said, draping the soiled underwear over my head before getting dressed. "Thanks. You're pretty fucking good at that. Too bad you didn't have a nice set of tits and a hot pussy to complete the package."
The fog of lust slowly lifted from my brain as I wiped my face with the boxers and watched Collin gather his things and walk out the door. The more I thought about it, the more I hated that smug little prick. I let it happen. I really had no one to blame but myself. My mind struggled to devise some senseless act of revenge, but it wasn't part of my nature. Besides, the asshole was leaving...in time, the whole thing would just be a regrettable event recalled through hazy memories.
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Four months later;
It seemed like it took forever for Gwen returned from maternity leave, but at least things were now back to normal. My life at work had become orderly and routine once more, and it was a welcome relief from a personal life still filled with unexciting dates and an uneven social life. That is, until I got an email from a woman that I had dated several months ago. We had a good time, even had a few nights of fairly intense sex...but it was clear to both of us that our personalities just weren't right for a long-term thing. It was truly surprising to hear from her again.
"Hank, I have a "situation" that has very little to do with you, but would like you to consider being a part of the solution. It is personal in nature, and not related to our professional lives. This requires a face-to-face discussion. Please reply if I can count on you to hear me out. With happy memories, Karla."
The whole thing seemed deeply mysterious, but that was part of Karla's appeal. I enjoyed our brief time dating, but she was a bit more controlling than I really cared for. She's a very professional woman, with a high-ranking job in her company, and has worked hard to gain respect in the "boys club" of corporate executives. Sexually, she's an animal in the bedroom...enjoying things on the rougher edge, but not a dominating mistress either. At forty-two, she was just a few years older than me, and looked hot as hell...with a body some thirty-year-olds would die for. I was intrigued by the message, to say the least, and I felt compelled to meet her. If nothing else, maybe a wild roll in the hay would be included. Emails were exchanged, and we agreed to meet at a local pub with booths that were conducive to private discussions.
I arrived early, sat at the booth she reserved, and drank a beer as I pondered what this could be about. Karla entered the pub exactly on-time, impeccably dressed in professional attire, her shoulder-length blond hair framing her soft face perfectly in the subdued lighting. "Hi Hank, I'm very glad we could meet. Met anyone special since we last talked? I've hoped something would happen for you soon." She said, bending down to kiss my cheek.
"No, afraid not...I'm still foot-loose and fancy-free. How about yourself? Is work still limiting your free time?
"Oh yes, and probably always will. I still enjoy what I do, and I'm not willing to change things dramatically just yet. I have found an entertaining distraction, which is why I wanted to meet with you." Karla said with a sexy look in her eyes, and in her usual direct way.
"I'm intrigued. How could this possibly involve me?"
"At the risk of seeming like a "cougar", I've gotten involved with a younger man who seems at ease with my hectic schedule and...well...my appetite for flavors besides vanilla." Karla said with a chuckle while flipping her hair.
"Good for you." I replied enthusiastically, still wondering where this was leading. "I know we weren't the best fit...at least in regards to our schedules." I said with a wink. "So, how does this involve me?"
"It seems this young man had some misguided notions of how to get ahead, and kept some interesting notes and pictures on his computer. I've eliminated his need to use them...and erased his files...but I'd still like to teach him a little lesson in humility. I came across this, and thought maybe you might be a willing partner."
Karla handed me her cell phone and showed me a hastily taken picture of me sucking another man's cock. My stomach just about dropped to the floor, and the color faded from my face.
"From the look on your face, I take it you remember Collin Parker. Relax, Hank...I can assure you this has been handled, and it will never go further than right here, right now. Frankly, I'm a little sorry I missed this side of you...makes my pussy wet just thinking about it."
I was stunned. "Fuck...shit...I hadn't done anything like that since college. Why...what...what the hell was he doing?" I said, my words fumbling from my mouth.
"He had many pictures like this...taken quickly with a cell phone, and mostly without the other person knowing. Most were of women, and only two other guys...but always with notes about who they were, what they did, and possible important connections. It seems Collin was considering blackmail if he couldn't get a job that suited him...a notion his conscience later rejected. Although he made the right decision to abandon blackmail, he still decided to keep the photos. Fortunately for you, it was never an issue. I'm quoting from his notes; "Nice guy...pretty hot, for a dude. He can't really get me far...not sure why I went after him." I think you can see why I'm interested in some attitude adjustment.
"I suppose. At the moment, a few other types of "adjustments" are entering my mind." I replied with a mix of anger and confusion in my voice. "How did you find out about this...much less steer him toward better decisions?"
"I met him at a party where he was mingling with as many corporate stuffed-shirts as he could manage. Let's face it...he's cute as hell...so I took him home for a quick fuck. He tried to sneak a few pics of me...you can imagine how well that went over."
"Uh...yeah...I'm surprised you didn't cut his balls off."
"After I thoroughly explained that I was not one bit embarrassed about suing his ass...or at the very least, black-balling him with everyone I knew...I got Collin to fess-up. Mainly, he just felt overwhelmed with college debt, and his family had contributed all they could. I could tell he just wasn't an extortion kind of guy."
"I agree. Collin might be over-confident and a little cocky...but he was a great worker...no need for him to go that direction at all."
"That was my estimate of him, exactly. To cut the drama short...I paid off his student loans in exchange for his files, a promise of repayment at a very good rate, and set him up with a job that has potential...if he keeps his nose clean."
"Wow...where were you when I left college? This kind of overbearing charity hardly seems your style, Karla...no offense intended."
Karla laughed before responding. "None taken, Hank. Believe me...I'm getting something out of the deal. Collin has become my favorite fuck toy...I'm sure you can appreciate why. He's agreed to hang around and be my perfect accessory at social functions...you know how I like to shock every now and then. Nothing binding...if one or both grows tired of the situation...we end it, and he just has to keep up the loan payments. I certainly wouldn't lecture him on blackmail, and then do the same to him. We're using each other for a specific purpose...and it seems to work for us."
"If I were in his shoes...being your "kept man" wouldn't seem like a bad deal to me either. Forgive me...but I'm still a little lost as to where I fit into this whole thing."
"Let's just say that during some "playtime", I've inquired about the men he pursued...whey he did it...and if it was enjoyable for him." Karla said, running her finger around the rim of the wine glass and staring at me seductively. "Collin has a strong sense of curiosity, but hasn't allowed himself to explore it. I want to push him over the edge a little...and reinforce some humility at the same time."
"And you think I'm the man for that? I'll admit to having some bisexual tendencies, and that I found Collin attractive, but what more do you have in mind?"
Karla sat next to me, licking her lips and speaking in a breathy voice into my ear. "You were a hot fuck, he's a hot fuck, and the three of us together could be white-hot. I want to use you too, Hank. I'm being upfront about it. I want you to fuck me, fuck him, everything in-between, and keep doing it until we get bored with it." She said, pulling my hand under her skirt to feel the wetness between her legs.
"Does he know about this ménage?" I asked, my dick swelling as Karla stroked my inner thigh.
"No...I want it to be a surprise. I'd like to let him pretend I'm forcing it on him. Of course, no one is really being made to do anything they don't want to...if he says "stop"...then it stops. I'm a good judge of these things, Hank. I don't think he'll put up much resistance. Besides, it seems he found you appealing, but didn't know how to handle it."
It was hard to collect my thoughts as Karla squeezed my crotch and rubbed at my swollen member. "God knows I could use some really good sex...hell, any sex. I'm in...but I won't have any part of forcing Collin into anything he doesn't want. I can play the game...but if the game falls apart, then I'm out."
"I would expect nothing less, Hank. It's all about fun...and a learning opportunity...nothing else. It may be just a one-time thing...but I love the idea of it becoming more...if we all agree." Karla said with her tongue tracing my earlobe and her hand inside my opened fly.
Karla gasped as I pushed her panties aside, plunged a finger into her soaking pussy, and teased her clit with my thumb. "It's all I can do not to toss you on this table and fuck you now." I grunted as she gripped my cock firmly.
"Clearly, we should have picked a sleazier place to meet. Just hold that thought lover. Can you be at my place tomorrow night?" Karla asked while pushing my dick back into my pants and sliding away to the other side of the table.
"You certainly know make it difficult to say "no". I answered, zipping my fly and licking my finger. "Just tell me when to show up."
We sat there for another hour, arranging times, discussing various scenarios. By the time we left the pub, I was horned out of my mind, and could hardly wait for the next night.
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I arrived at Karla's downtown condo at the appointed time...knowing quite well how she appreciates promptness. The door was unlocked, as promised, and I moved quietly upstairs to her bedroom. I knew things would likely be in progress, but I was still taken aback by the sight in front of me. Collin was naked and spread-eagle on the bed, his wrists and ankles tied to the bed frame with soft ropes. It was clear the restraints were only for play, and not intended to truly confine him. Karla was wearing a lacy black bra, hose, and a garter...but no panties. She was hovering over Collin's body in a sixty-nine position, lifting his balls with one hand and fingering his ass with the other. Collin was lapping at her pussy, unaware of my presence, and moaning into Karla's snatch.
"Mmmmm, yes...eat my pussy, baby...you do that so well." Karla said, encouraging Collin's efforts as she motioned me into the room. "Damn, I love your cock and this tight, lean ass."
I had to agree with Karla's assessment, as I watched her suck on the meat stick I had feasted on only months before. In spite of Collin's obvious appeal, I found myself drawn more toward Karla's sexy frame. During the brief time we dated, she was always intensely sensual, and her fit, curvy body was as beautiful to behold as ever. Our eyes were locked on each other as I removed my clothing, revealing a pair of boxers that I intended to return to their rightful owner. My cock swelled quickly, and tented the front of the borrowed shorts as I stepped forward to share an impassioned kiss. It was difficult to lean over the bed for access to Karla's pouty lips and probing tongue, so I knelt on the bed between Collin's outstretched legs.
"What the fuck...what's this shit!" Collin said, sounding startled as he flailed against the bindings. "Harris...Hank Harris!? Baby, I thought we'd agree on the right time...and the right lady. This isn't what we talked about at all!" He said, with Karla's muff still rubbing on his chin.
"Oh, don't worry sugar...I've got a special girlfriend lined-up for another time." She said, looking back at him over her shoulder while stroking his cock. "You know how I love surprises, and I think you owe my friend Hank an apology." Karla licked a finger, and slid it under Collin's balls and into the crack of his ass..."a very deeply felt apology."
The color nearly vanished from Collin's face as the double-meaning came over him. "Hank...man...I was a dumbass...Karla showed me that. Honestly dude, all that shit is over...nothing will ever come of the things I did...I swear it, man."
"That's what I understand. Karla filled-me-in on your arrangement...I'm guessing she just wants to drive home the depth of your transgressions." I said before engaging in another kiss, kneading Karla's firm breasts. "I'm just here to return your shorts."
Karla pushed back from me with a giggle, spun over Collin's body to face him and rubbed his hard prick against the slick folds of her pussy. "Stand over here, Hank and let me take a trip down memory lane." She said, pointing me toward the head of the bed.
I stood on the mattress, my ankles pressed to Collin's shoulders as Karla pulled down my underwear, letting them fall on Collin's face. "I hear these boxers have a little history...I'd like to add to the story." She said, leaning forward to kiss my hard cock.
I stepped-out of the crumpled fabric, tossing them to the side...Collin staring wide-eyed as Karla took my cock into her mouth.
"Mmmm...the two best looking cocks I've ever had, here at the same time." Karla cooed, before squatting onto Collin's rigid pole. "Before I give you what you want...you have to be willing to indulge the things I want." She said, looking down at him with a smile, before returning to my own aching prick.
Karla is a masterful cocksucker, and soon had her nose buried in my wiry curls. Spit trailed down my balls, falling onto Collin's face as she bucked her hips over his fuck stick. The three of us let out a symphony of moans, filling the room with the sounds of sex.
"Mmmm...that's a tasty dick. Come down here Hank, get a taste, and help this young buck hit my love button." Karla said, moving away from me and leaning back with her hands on Collin's shins...his dick still deeply implanted inside her.
Having taken the opportunity moments ago to remove the lacy bra, I trailed my tongue over her breasts...teasing each nipple, and slowly moved down her body. I had to lean down and forward to reach her stiff little clit, my dick poking the side of Collin's nose. He moved his head to the side, as though offended by the intrusion. Karla squealed as I flicked across the sensitive bud and occasionally lapped at Collin's prick.
"Oh fuck...that is so fucking hot. Suck him, baby...clean that boys cock for me, Hank." Karla said, lifting herself from Collin's lap and leaving his prick to smack me in the face. "I wish I knew this side of you before, Hank...this gets me so wet...so hot."
Collin's prick was like a steel rod, and glistened from Karla's nectar. I gripped the base firmly and immediately began inching my way down the entire eight inch length. I could feel his breath on my balls as Collin gasped for air, the twisting movement of his hips constrained by the ropes on his wrists and ankles. His cock twitched as I took the last inch down my throat and my nose brushed his balls. Once again, I realized how much I missed devouring a hot piece of meat from time-to-time...having Karla as an enthusiastic cheerleader only enhanced the erotic meal.
"Tastes good, doesn't he Hank?
I groaned the affirmative...my mouth thoroughly stuffed with throbbing cock.
"This looks tasty too." Karla said before kneeling behind me and lapping at my ass.
Her tongue felt incredible as it gently stroked my twitching brown-eye and the back of my sack. Collin still seemed to be doing his best to avoid the view above, and the dick oozing precum over his cheeks.
"I'm going to release your hands now, sweety. Do as I say and I'll consider the legs next." Karla chided, in a forceful tone. "Spread those buns for me baby. I need some help getting to Hank's pretty ass."
I half expected Collin to push me away and free himself completely, but he did as instructed...firmly gripping my buttocks and spreading them wide for our sexy host. Karla feasted on my ass like it was her last meal. I didn't recall her being so enthusiastic about ass-play in the past, but I wasn't about to object.
"Finger his ass for me baby." Karla instructed, taking one of Collin's fingers into her mouth and soaking it in spit. "That's it...I want to watch you play with that hot, hairy, man-ass." She said, fingering her own pussy as she knelt beside us. "Same for you, Hank...Collin just loves to have his butt played with."
Collin tried to protest, but his words were muffled as Karla stuffed two of her pussy-soaked fingers into his mouth. I never backed-off his cock, and slicked my middle finger with the spit running down his loose sack. Collin's tight bud twitched as I probed the entrance...his hips bucking, and forcing his cock further down my throat as my finger slid past the reluctant sphincter.
"Hank is such a special friend...he's treating you so nice, baby. Time you returned the favor, isn't it sweetheart?" Karla cooed, patting Collin's head and pressing his finger to my tight pucker.
Return the favor, he did...pushing his finger deep into my ass with an insistent push. It seemed almost an act of revenge. I gasped at the sudden intrusion, my mouth still filled with cock. Karla spat on my hole, lubricating Collin's efforts, and making it feel better than expected. I decided to make Collin focus on pleasure, and less on Karla's boundary-pushing taunts. I soon found his prostate, and began gently massaging while deep-throating his impressive prick..
"Uuummpphhh...oh...fuck." Collin grunted softly as I sucked on his pole and rubbed the special spot within his bowels...his nose grazing past my balls with his head rocking side-to-side.
"Mmmm...isn't that nice, baby? Has Hank found the same spot I did last week...the one that make you feel so good?" Karla said knowingly while quietly placing Collin's wrists back into the soft restraints. "Turn back around, Hank...I'm feeling a little left out." She said, smacking me on the ass.
Karla quietly guided me where she wanted, kissing my lips while having me straddle Collin's chest, my dick just inches from his chin. Running her fingers through the hair on my chest, she slid behind me, sitting on Collin's lap...his cock pressed between her swollen pussy and his rippled abs.
Karla nibbled the back of my neck and massaged my pecs while looking down into Collin's eyes. "Would you like to fuck me again, baby? I need a hot, hard cock so bad right now." She asked her boy-toy while reaching around to stroke my cock. Collin nervously shook his head "yes". "Hank has a really nice cock. I loved having Hank fuck me with this cock. Do you like his cock? Don't you think it's a nice cock, baby?"
"I...uh...think you're the better expert." Collin stammered as Karla ground herself against his stiff rod.
"I can teach you about cock, sweety. I think you really want to learn." Karla taunted, nudging my hips forward and brushing my leaking prick over Collin's lips. "It's only fair to sample the things you dish-out to others."
"Hey...anyone I played with new the rules. Tell her, man...tell her I made it clear what we did was a one-way thing." Collin said, absent-mindedly licking my precum from his lips.
"Well...true...he did say not to expect anything from him." I replied, relishing Karla's skillful strokes and the feel of her breasts against my back. "But I don't remember agreeing to a photo shoot, either."
"Aw...come on...I've dropped all that shit..."
Collin's protests were silenced as Karla released my aching pole, gathered the clear fluid from my piss-slit, and pressed two sticky fingers against his lips. "Shhhh...no more talk, you gorgeous thing. Here's the deal...you're going to face the things you've thought about, but never tried. Every inch you take in that sweet mouth of yours, is an inch back into my hot, wet, pussy. If you can't do it...fine...I'm sure Hank can give me what I need so bad right now." Karla turned my head back to kiss me hard and passionately. "Feed him, Hank. Show our young man what he's missing."
"You heard the lady. Seems like a small price to pay for such a sweet deal and a smoking-hot piece of ass." I said, gripping his head and pressing my cock to his lips. "But I'm more than willing to fuck her, if you won't."
"Please...oh, please baby! Take a taste...I want you in me so bad!" Karla teased, holding Collin's dick and brushing it across her swollen cunt.
I could see the conflict in Collin's eyes. He seemed torn by trying to protecting his macho persona, but also curious as hell and horned out of his mind. It took perhaps a minute, but Collin soon closed his eyes, slowly opened his mouth, and tentatively allowed the head of my prick between his lips.
"Aaaahhh...yessss!" I hissed through clenched teeth. "That's it, man...suck it...put your tongue under the head...you know where to go." I instructed, lifting his head for a better angle.
"Unngg...oooohhhh...you feel so good, baby. More...oh please, take a little more...I want you deep inside me, baby!" Karla cried-out, suspended over Collin's fuck stick.
I thought this might be a slow process, but it seemed Collin had accepted his fate, and perhaps found the strength to accept what he really wanted. "Fuck it...it isn't going to kill me." I heard him mutter under his breath before hesitantly opening his jaws wide and plunging his face as far down my pole as he could easily handle. My head flew back, and I grunted deeply as Collin tongued my rod and did his amateur best to service my tool.
"Oooohhhh...ffffuuuuccckkkk! So damn hotttt!" Karla squealed, impaling herself fully onto Collin's prick while he coughed and gagged around my twitching member.
I could hear Karla moaning behind me, and the sound of Collin drilling her soaking tunnel. I allowed Collin some time to adjust before gently pumping his face a few times, and then slowly pulling out. "Not bad, for a beginner." I said bluntly, bending over to release his wrists from the loose ropes. "Now grab my ass...this is no fucking glory hole." I ordered, twisting his own words from the past to mock him.
The sense of freedom seemed to liberate Collin and allowed him to embrace the things he denied wanting. Collin did as instructed, gripping my hairy cheeks and kneading my firm moons. He seemed to relax as the minutes passed by, and actually pulled on my ass...forcing my cock fully into his mouth. Correct or not, I took this as a sign the pretense was over, and started fucking his skull in earnest...my own need now as strong as Karla's. Collin offered little resistance.
"Fffffuuuucccckkk yyyyeeeesssss!" Karla screamed, watching me assault Collin's mouth, while she reached between my legs and fondled my balls. "That's so fucking hot! I'm so proud of you, baby! Let me kiss him, Hank. Let me taste your cock on his lips!"
Reluctantly, I pulled away, suddenly feeling like a third-wheel as I watched Karla attack Collin's face with kisses. I stroked my cock, watching them fuck like animals. Seeing the restraints on Collins ankles as pointless, I moved to the foot of the bed and released the remaining ropes. Karla squealed in delight as Collin realized his full freedom and suddenly flipped the temptress onto her back. He covered her body in kisses, kneading her breasts and sucking her nipples before plunging fully into her once again.
"Suck him, baby...I want to see you suck cock again so bad!" Karla said, while waving a finger to motion me next to them.
I knelt on the mattress beside them, and Collin didn't hesitate this time to take me into his mouth. While still a novice, his skills were quickly improving. Karla had already fingered herself into one orgasm this evening, and was enjoying the steady fucking from her new apprentice.
"God, you're a fantastic fuck! I love that long, thick meat of yours!" Karla moaned as her body writhed under Collin's athletic frame. "Now you have some idea why I love cock so much, don't you sweety?" Karla cooed, her hands slowing the pace of Collin's fucking.
"Uh...yeah...I guess...not so bad, really." Collin answered between kisses.
"In my mouth...in my pussy...in my ass...you feel so good all over my body."
Collin smiled awkwardly. "I'm glad you approve."
"You wanted Hank's cock, didn't you? You wanted to taste another man, but didn't know how to do it. Isn't that right, baby?" Karla said, kneading his ass and running a finger in his crack as they lay tightly together.
"Well...yeah...I suppose so. Still surprised I did it."
"What I love about cock is the heat, the strength, the power of it as it slides inside me." Karla whispered into his ear before looking at me and silently mouthing the words "fuck him"
I was a little stunned. I looked her in the eye and shook my head "no".
Karla's mouth formed the same silent words, and her gaze was insistent, as she grabbed Collin's ass and spread his cheeks apart. Damn, I need to fuck so bad...and it seemed I wasn't going to get anywhere near her sweet pussy tonight. This woman knew how to drive a hard bargain. I stared at Collins toned back side, the trace of hair in his crack and tight pucker in the middle. I could have pulled Collin away and fucked the shit out of Karla...but I was so damned horned...the view in front of me so inviting.
"I want you to know that feeling, baby...know what it's like to feel so connected, to feel so overpowered." Karla said, kissing Collin deeply. "Live to the fullest, sweetheart...never do anything half-ass."
Collin just stared at her with a confused look on his face, even as she gently rocked her hips against their union. I couldn't take anymore...damn, I needed to get off. I knelt on the bed beside them once again, running my thumb down the crack of Collin's ass and my fingers cradling his hairless sack. His hole was still slick and wet, allowing my thumb to slide easily inside.
"Oh fuck!" Collin said sharply as his body tensed, and Karla bit at his lower lip.
"Mmmmm...yyeeessss, baby! Your big cock just swelled inside me. Look at me, sweety...look in my eyes...let us open your mind to a whole new sensation." Karla panted excitedly, embracing Collin tightly and wrapping her legs around his waist.
Collin let out several muffled groans...his mouth and tongue intertwined with Karla's. I slid behind them, moving Collin's legs apart as I bent down to lick the twitching pucker. Collin's body tensed again, but Karla kept his cheeks spread wide to ease my access. He continued to offer what seemed like protests, but the words were still unintelligible grunts through Karla's insistent lip-lock. I sensed the window of opportunity might be short, so I grabbed the tube of lubricant at the foot of the bed, coated my aching rod, and let it rest between Collin's toned moons.
Karla broke from his mouth, held Collin's face firmly in her hands and stared straight into his eyes. "Look at me baby...just look right at me. Can you feel it...can you feel the heat of Hank's cock as it slides across your ass?" She asked, not expecting an answer, and Collin not offering one. "It might sting at first baby...but it will feel so good. I promise, baby...I promise. God you're so hard right now. I can feel your heart beating so strong!"
Collin's breathing was heavy, and his legs seemed to tremble. He certainly wasn't doing anything to encourage the next step...but he wasn't fighting me off, either. To be honest, ass-fucking other guys has never been high on my list, but Collin was different. His body was damn-near perfect, and I still held a slight grudge that I didn't mind venting with a solid fuck.
Keeping my prick pressed to his hole, I leaned over his body...my chest against his back and my mouth next to his ear. I kept my gaze on Karla's lust-filled face while speaking to Collin in a husky tone; "Time to pay-up, Collin. I need to get off, and your ass is looking pretty damn good." I said, nudging my leaking cock even tighter against his rosebud. "Karla says you've repented, and I believe her...but that doesn't mean I can't have some fun at your expense." Collin only grunted as Karla stroked the late-evening stubble on his face and kissed him deeply. "I'm not into rape, man...and I won't hurt you...but unless I hear something different, I'm going to take your ass as an apology."
"Let it happen, baby...let your body feel what your mind wouldn't allow before tonight." Karla said, smothering Collin in kisses. "Breathe, baby...just breathe and relax. Oh god, you feel so hot and hard inside me!"
Collin's body seem to shake underneath me as I pressed further, allowing the head of my dick to pop inside his virgin chute. Collin gasped loudly and stifled a groan while tightly clutching at the bed sheets. I remained motionless for a few minutes, allowing him to adjust to the new intrusion.
"That's good, baby...you're doing so well!" Karla said, encouragingly. "Hank will wait. Remember how you let me get used to your cock when I gave you my ass? Hank will do the same for you, baby. The worst is over...it gets so much better from here."
"Pussy's always better, but your ass feels so damn good." I growled, raising my torso for better position. "Karla's helped you see the light in more ways than one." I said, smacking Collin's right cheek. "Time...to drive...the point...home." I grunted, pushing further into his bowels with every pause between words, until my tight curls were pressed against his ass.
"Fffuuuccckkk...uuunnnngggg...oh, fffuuuccckkk!" Collin moaned loudly, his knuckles white as his grip on the sheets grew tighter.
"Can you feel it, baby...can you feel the heat and strength inside you. Can you feel how strong Hank is...the power being injected into you?" Karla said panting, sliding out from under Collin as his erection half-abated.
Karla was now sitting-up and pressing Collin's face into her breasts. I gripped his hips and lifted Collin onto his knees. I reached around to fondle his half-hard cock and sagging balls.
"How about it, bud...are you ready to get fucked instead of being a fuck?" I taunted, grasping his hair and making his nose brush Karla's hardened left nipple.
"Oh shit, baby...so hot...so fucking hot seeing Hank pressed against your ass like that." Karla cooed, while dipping a finger into her sopping cunt, and rubbing the nectar over her nipples. "Taste me, baby...taste how hot and wet I am right now. I just love real men who aren't afraid of new things! Answer him, baby...tell Hank what you want."
Collin suckled on the dewy nipples, savoring the taste Karla's juices. His ass-ring was still clenching my dick tightly, but I could feel it start to relax. Collin said nothing for several seconds, but finally stammered a nervous response. "D...dd...do it, man. Ttt...take my ass."
Confident I wasn't doing anything he was firmly against; I slowly withdrew and started a steady rhythm in-and-out of Collins tight hole. It had been a long time since I'd had any ass, and the firm grip around my steel-hard rod felt fantastic. In fact, Karla's ass was probably the last time I had the same sensation. It took some time, but Collin finally began to relax, and actually seemed to be enjoying the experience. Reaching around to his cock seemed to confirm my belief, as he was fully hard again, his dick bouncing with every thrust. Karla was beside herself, franticly fingering her twat and pinching her nipples as she watched my assault on Collin's back-side.
"I think the lady needs some more of your attention, bud." I said flatly, pulling out of Collin's ass, standing at the end of the bed, and flipping him on his back. "Eat that pussy, man...something that tasty shouldn't go to waste."
Karla crawled on her knees until her snatch was over Collin's waiting tongue. She leaned forward to kiss me, stroking Collin's cock as I placed his legs on my shoulders. I could feel a hand encircle my own engorged member, and expected to see Karla guiding me back to my prize...but it was Collin's hand instead.
"Fuck me, man. I'm good...I can deal with this...get off on my ass, man. Fuck me like you'd fuck any other cunt." Collin said, more earnestly than I would have imagined.
Karla practically squealed with delight, and stared in fascination as I plowed back into Collin's ass with one firm stroke. It was strange to look down and see a man's rippled abs...his cock and balls bouncing with every thrust. It was even stranger to feel Collin's strong fingers grip my ass and pull me deeper into him. His willingness to get fucked, and the strong grip around my dick was getting too much...I couldn't hold out much longer.
"Oh shit, bud...this is it...I'm gonna cum, man!" I exclaimed as my balls tightened. "Aaaarrrggghhhhh....ffffuuuucccckkkk...dddaaaammnnnn!" I yelled as one stream of seed filled Collin's bowels before I could retreat and shoot three more heavy ropes over his dick and abs.
"Yes...oh, yes...yes...shit, I need fucked!" Karla screamed, watching my load splash over Collins body before spinning around and aligning his prick with her pulsing pussy.
I watched as Karla impaled herself on Collin's prick...her labia coated with my cum as she slid down his freshly spunk-covered pole. Collin bucked his hips upward, fucking Karla hard...his loose balls bouncing with a blur, but growing tighter with each passing moment.
"Uh huh...uh huh...oh fuck, baby...yes...yes...yyyeeessss!" Karla cried-out as the orgasm rippled through her body and made her skin turn flush. Collin's balls were covered in her fluids as Karla's tunnel pulsated around his over-stimulated prick.
"Ssshhhiiiitttt....uuuugggghhhh...ffffuuuccckkkk!!!" Collin groaned loudly, while lifting his hips and holding his dick deep inside Karla's spasmodic folds. His load was heavy, spilling out of Karla, down his cock and over his balls, like a creamy river.
Karla collapsed on top of Collin, both of them covered in sweat and breathing heavily. I bent down between Collin's legs, lapping the combined fluids off his balls, the exposed portion of his shaft, and around Karla's overstretched pussy. They both moaned in pleasure as I attended to clean-up duties.
"Mmmm, Hank that feels so good." Karla purred. "Why don't you finish the job for him, baby." She said, moving up Collin's body, allowing his deflating cock to exit with a sticky "plop". Once over his face, she knelt down and let Collin feast on her steaming cream pie.
I didn't neglect my earlier efforts, and took Collin's softening tool into my mouth...savoring every drop as I milked him dry. Once I had his junk clean, I slipped onto the bed next to them. Karla greeted me with a kiss that tasted of cum and pussy. We fell into a restful sleep, our bodies intertwined on the crumpled sheets.
About an hour later, I removed myself from the sleepy tangle, took a shower, and got dressed to leave. I gave Karla a good night kiss, which she returned in a half-asleep stupor. I had a fantastic time, and appreciated the opportunity to unload a lot of sex-related stress. I didn't expect a repeat performance, but it was certainly a wild ride worthy of remembering.
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It's been about two months since Karla and I conspired to further Collin's "education", and their relationship doesn't seem to have changed at all. Both "equal opportunity users" and neither seem to care. In her usual overbearing way, Karla set me up with one of her girlfriends as a "thank you gift" that I never asked for. Surprisingly, she's a really nice lady...not at all the type I'd think would be friendly with Karla...and we've had a nice time dating and fucking.
I had put the events with Karla and Collin at the back of my mind, when the former intern showed-up at my office...bringing the memories back to the forefront. My assistant announced his arrival, and I told her to see him in, though I was surprised by the lack of prior notice.
"Thank you for seeing me, Mr. Harris. I apologize for not calling first." Collin said, extending his hand to shake mine, as my assistant left the room and closed the door.
"Not a problem, but it is unusual." I replied calmly, with confusion in my voice. "I think there's enough history between us that you can call me Hank." I said, noticing his attire of jeans, polo shirt, and casual blazer. "Take a seat, and tell me why I merit this visit."
"Honestly, I feel like an ass being here, but Karla insisted that I talk to you." Collin replied, shifting nervously in his chair. "She's been great to me, and the job she placed me in has led to a possible promotion. We both agree that it's time for me to move on, and that I should get references in order. I was wondering if you could see fit to give me a reference letter...in spite of my earlier dumb-headed ideas."
"Wow...that is a bold move, considering my knowledge of your nearly disastrous method of securing references in the past. It's definitely the kind of thing that has Karla's stamp all over it." I said with a relaxed chuckle. "So is the personal relationship between you two dissolving over this?"
"Yeah...and it's time...she can be a real handful. If you thought the night we had with her was wild...you should see her with another woman. It nearly killed me." Collin said with a wild grin.
"I have no doubt about that!" I said with hearty laugh. "A woman like Karla is a very rare breed. Anyway, stories about Karla is not why you're here...I know you're a great worker, and I believe you've abandoned all that bullshit...so I'll gladly write you a reference letter. Besides, if you screw either me or Karla...I'm sure she'd have your balls on her desk by sundown."
"No joke there, man. Thanks Hank...I appreciate your willingness to help me out." Collin said, sounding relieved.
"You're welcome...but I'll admit there's still a small part of me that wants to tell you to kiss my ass." I said, looking at him seriously.
"I understand completely, man." Collin replied, rising from the chair and walking behind me as I stood next to my desk. "I'd do it, if that's what it took. I'd kiss your ass." Collin's hand squeezed my butt and caught me by surprise. "You're still the only dude I ever did any heavy shit with...and might be the only one."
"Uh...yeah...well...Karla has a way of bringing shit out of people." I said haltingly as Collin reached from behind to loosen my belt. "Be careful what you offer, man...I'm likely to keep you to your word, on the right day."
"Yeah...ok...so is this the right day?" Collin asked as he slid his hand under the waistband of my pants and cradled the pouch of my briefs. "Karla knew she could get me to do things I only ever thought about...if she put me in the right situation. I like the way you fuck...no apologies, no bullshit...just "I need to get off, and you'll serve the purpose". If going bi with another dude was always like that, I might be more into it."
My current girlfriend and I have been having a good time lately, and sex wasn't in my immediate thoughts, but the masculine grip Collin had on my privates felt good nonetheless. I closed my eyes, and my breathing became heavier as Collin slid my briefs below my ass, knelt behind me, and began kissing my hairy moons.
"Mmm, nice...I like a squeaky-clean ass. Good thing you shower after those lunch-time workouts." Collin said, before tentatively probing my brown-eye with his tongue.
Even though I'm not opposed to some same-sex fun, there had only been one guy that did anything with my back door. My college roommate was a nice guy, and someone I trusted...hell, we still exchange Christmas cards...but that experience was nearly fifteen years ago, and a rarity even then.
"Uhhh...mmpphhh...fuck." I mumbled, leaning over my desk as Collin lapped at my hole.
"This is new territory for me." Collin said, standing behind me again and pressing his hips against my buttocks. "I'm actually turned-on by a dude. Never got hard with a guy unless they were sucking my dick." He said, opening his button-fly jeans and letting his hard prick rest in the crack of my ass. "Thought you were going to split me in two that night with Karla...I was shocked when it didn't turn out so bad. Felt pretty good, in an odd sort of way."
"Hey man, I haven't done this kind of thing in a long time." I said, trying to straighten-up, but Collin pushed me back over the desk.
"Hell of a lot better than never, it would seem to me." Collin replied, smacking his cock against my cheeks. "Really...vanilla-lavender...what's up with that shit?" he asked, grabbing a tube of hand cream from the corner of my desk.
"My assistant leaves her stuff scattered all over the place." I said, absent-mindedly. "How about letting me have a taste of that pole of yours?" I offered, even as Collin spread a large handful of lotion over his prick.
"Amazingly, eating that hairy man-pussy has me in the mood to fuck." Collin said, pressing his lubed helmet against my twitching rosebud. "How about furthering my education...since you so selflessly helped reveal another side of me?"
I gasped for air as Collin pressed his tool firmly at my reluctant entrance. My cock was hard as hell, and leaking profusely.
"You can say "no", and I'll respect that." Collin said, reaching for my tie and pulling it behind my head...holding it like a leash. "You've been hot for my shit since the day I let you suck me off. You like my cock. You want to feel my hot rod deep in your guts." He pulled the tie, bringing my back against his chest. "I want to fuck you, Hank...and I think you're ready to get fucked...no matter how long ago it's been."
It's true; I had more interest in him than any other guy in a very long time. Collin was physically everything I found attractive in other men, even if his character still needed a little maturing. My mind was still debating the options, when Collin made the decision for me. With a quick thrust from his hips, the head of Collin's dick popped inside me, sending a shock-wave of pain throughout my body. The intense feeling soon subsided, and I was able to relax and focus on the things I taught Collin only months before.
"Aaaarrrggg...fffuuuccckkk!" I grunted through clenched teeth as my ass-ring adjusted to the intrusion. "Easy, man...you're fucking huge!"
"I know...I'll take it easy. It's not like you were fucking tiny." Collin said, reaching around to grip my swollen rod. "This thing felt like a damn telephone pole."
Collin was true to his word, and inched slowly inside me as I grunted and moaned with every push. I felt a renewed appreciation for the women in my life that enjoyed a little ass-play...and an overwhelming sensation of fullness in my bowels.
"Shit...fuck yeah, man! You're half-way there, dude!" Collin said with enthusiasm.
Half-way!? Holy shit, it seemed like he'd been pushing in steadily for several minutes. My memory recalled the feeling of getting fucked by my college buddy...a great guy, with dead-average equipment. With about six inches of reasonably thick meat, he was fun to fuck around with...a satisfying mouthful, and not a burden to take up the ass. I feared Collin was going to be a completely different scenario. With my sphincter stretched to the ripping-point, I could feel every ridge and vein of the throbbing tool as it moved into me. It was fucking weird to feel so physically connected to another person...much less another man.
"Oh fuck...damn, you have a fine ass!" Collin exclaimed as his pubes came to rest in split between my cheeks. "Pussy's still better...but not by much! Like Karla said to me, the hard part is over, Hank. I'm going to enjoy your hot ass, so you'd better hold on!"
I struggled to stifle my moans of pleasure and pain so the staff outside wouldn't come knocking on the door, wondering if I was being attacked. Collin worked into a rhythm slowly...pulling out almost entirely, and then sinking back in. Within a few minutes, I had relaxed enough that the motion across my prostate had become pleasurable, and Collin began fucking me in earnest. I gripped the edges of my desk as he plunged forcefully into my chute, his heavy balls swinging into mine with every thrust. I glanced over at the windows, making out the faint reflection of our fully clothed bodies, pants at our knees, as Collin's hips bucked back-and-forth.
"Fuck...oh fuck, man...damn, that cock is huge!" I panted. "Oh shit, I forgot how good this could feel...I'm ok now...fuck me, man...fuck the shit out of me!" I said, reaching back to feel Collin's muscled thighs and pulling him toward me as my cock bounced with renewed hardness.
"You can bet I will. You fucked me hard, Hank." Collin grunted, reaching around to stroke my steel-hard rod. "Only fair to return the favor."
Collin buried his fuck-stick deep into my bowels, one hand on my shoulder for leverage, the other tugging on my balls. He was so damn hard, and fucking so insistently, I wasn't sure how much more abuse my tender ass could stand. After a few minutes, he surprised me by pulling my body away from the desk, and pushing me to the floor with my back against the carpet. Collin said nothing as he practically tore the shoes from my feet and pulled the pants off my legs. His stiff member bobbed and swayed in front of his still-clothed frame.
"I'm damn near there...I want to see your face while I take your ass." Collin said sternly before placing my legs on each of his shoulders. "Stroke it, Hank...jack your fucking meat." He ordered, a trail of spit flowed from his mouth and onto my twitching dick. I barely had a grip on myself before Collin plunged in once again.
"Yeah...c'mon, man...shoot it...I want to feel your hot ass clamp around my cock."
I ran one hand under Collin's shirt, feeling the strength in his chest and abs while watching his prick appear and disappear from behind my balls. My right hand pumped my aching rod as the moment of no-return came closer. Collin stared at me with a masculine and lustful scowl, grunting with each thrust into my ass.
"Fuck...oh shit...fffuuuucccckkkkk!" I howled, as streams of pearly spunk flew from my cock, coating my crumpled shirt and tie. My ass constricted tightly around Collins pole with every pulse from my tingling prick.
"Yeah...fuck yeah...shoot that fucking load. Damn...your ass is so fucking tight...so damn hot."
"Fuck...oh fuck...do it man...seed my fucking ass!" I panted, squeezing the last drops from my dick.
Collin offered no reply and simply closed his eyes as his thrusts became shorter and more forceful...my softening prick bouncing against my belly with every push.
"Aaaarrrrrgggg....ffffuuuuccckkkk...ssshhhhiiiiittttt!" Collin grunted as his body tensed. I placed a hand over his mouth to soften the volume and felt two heavy streams splash inside my guts. My hand fell away as he withdrew, coating my ass and balls with the last few shots of heavy cream. Collin used the head of his cock to spread his hot load across my balls and gaping hole before plunging inside again.
"Damn...so fucking hot..." Collin mumbled over and over, catching his breath and fucking me slowly while his cock gradually deflated.
My pulsing ring eventually forced Collins satisfied tool from my hole with a sticky "plop"...his cum still oozing down the crack of my ass. Collin then suddenly leaned down...clearly intending to kiss me.
"Uh...hey man...I'm not really into kissing guys." I stammered, with one hand on his shoulder.
"Me either...but now you're a fuck-buddy, not just some other dude. I kiss the people I fuck." He said calmly before placing his hand behind my head and planting a forceful kiss on my lips.
This was a first for me. This was not the gentle, intimate kisses I shared with the women in my life. Collin's kiss was more animalistic; a show of power and respect, and it didn't take long before I found the new experience satisfying, masculine, and erotic.
"Too bad this job might take me away from here. I could get used to this shit every now and then." Collin said, using my underwear to clean his cock before getting dressed.
"You've never had a problem generating interest. I think you'll be able to find a guy that suits your taste." I said with a smirk, gathering my clothes and removing my cum-soaked tie.
"Maybe...I like the casual thing with dudes. Cock when I want it, and nobody hassling me when I don't. You might be a hard act to follow." Collin said, straightening his hair and gathering his backpack. "Thanks for reference letter, Hank. I hope our paths cross again sometime."
I was still tucking-in my shirt when he left my office.
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Collin sent me an email several weeks later, telling me he got the job. Karla's methods may have been unusual, perhaps even unethical, but it seemed to have a good effect on Collin, and I certainly didn't mind enjoying the fringe benefits. I'm still hopeful my new "fuck-buddy" might stop by for a visit every now and then.
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