Date: Fri, 13 Sep 2013 20:41:45 -0400
From: Rocco Talespinner <roccotalespinner@gmail.com>
Subject: Vince's Erotic Adventures, Part III. my Boss's Birthday

Vince's Erotic Adventures, Part III: My Boss's Birthday

I was thunderstruck. The man I saw when I entered his office for an
interview was this ruggedly handsome, muscular alpha male in whose
construction company I hoped to get a paid internship and eventual job
following my college graduation. In his later 40s, his stunningly macho
manner, resonant bass voice, and hairy chest showing above the unbuttoned
part of his shirt shouted masculinity. Although at 22 I fancied that I
represented a younger and slightly lesser version of the same, I was
instantly attracted to him and and hoped he would sense an affinity that
would make him choose me. As the interview ended and I looked him squarely
in the eye, his firm parting handshake lasted a moment longer than is
customary, giving me a jolt of personal connection and confidence that I
had succeeded. As it turned out, I had and was told to report the following
Monday.

Working in a drafting room, there were other new interns and I assumed we
would eventually bond and form a fraternal group. The older employees were
friendly and helpful as we made our way into the office routine and it
appeared that we interns would function pretty much on the basis of
equality. Until the end of the week, that is, when the boss came up behind
me and announced that I would be needed to work the next day. Needless to
say, I was not happy about the incursion upon my weekend and I certainly
was not happy about being the only intern ordered to work overtime.

But I reported for work on time Saturday morning and was given some tasks
which took up the hours both before and after the lunch break. No one else
had been asked to do this extra work and I bristled inside because I alone
had been singled out for extra duty. Why my boss had chosen me became
somewhat clearer when the came into the drafting room late in the afternoon
and stood close behind me. Inspecting what I had been working on at the
drafting table, he put a hand on my shoulder and left it there. And when I
had to move to follow up on something the boss said he removed his hand but
it came back on my butt and gave it a squeeze. Because this man was so
emphatically masculine I had imagined him with a bleached blonde with big
tits, a sexpot ten or fifteen years his junior, but in this instant I
realized that he was so excessively masculine he probably could not relate
to a woman at all.

Then he said, "Good man, good work. Now how's about me taking you out for a
couple of drinks and some dinner." Well, needless to say he had already
messed up my weekend enough that I couldn't have had any plans so I
replied, "Sure, sir, sounds good." And the fact is that I had been prepared
all along to like and respect him, so this went a long way toward making up
for the extra work day (for which no extra pay had been mentioned).

Off we went, to a really nice steak restaurant where we had two rounds of
double drinks and then dinner with wine. We talked all through the time
about a number of subjects in which he asked some questions about my life
and I asked some about his, but mostly to do with the construction company.
I was feeling a bit high, but I had drunk enough through college that I
could handle my liquor about as well as any man and I was relaxing and
enjoying his company and the special attention it implied. He paid the bill
and was about to drive back to the office where I had left my car when he
suggested that we first go to his place for a nightcap. I wasn't born
yesterday, but frankly this is exactly the kind of man who really turns me
on, so I thought to myself "What the hell?" and replied "Hey, why not?"
right away.

Needless to say, once we had closed the door behind us he was all over me.
And, loosened up by the steak dinner and all the alcohol, I was more than
ready to comply. In a matter of moments we were naked and he grabbed my ass
and pulled me close to him, cock to cock. Then he flicked his tongue on my
lips and thrust it deep inside my mouth. Arms wrapped around each other, we
were both moaning and groaning and I totally melted, eager for what I
figured would happen next. Which was off to his bedroom, where we collapsed
on the bed. He pulled me over to the edge so that my head was hanging off
and he got up and started fucking my face. He thrust all the way in and I
gagged. He laughed and did it again, and again. But he did not pursue that
long because he pulled out and raced around the bed, pulling me the other
way and then lifting and spreading my legs. In a flash his face was glued
to my ass and he was rimming me. Jolts of pleasure shot through me and I
wiggled my ass for him a bit. Then he tongued my asshole and I went wild.
Before I knew it he had sat up, lubed his cock, and was pressing its thick
head against my pucker. I got up on all fours to make it better for him and
he began shoving his big dick deep inside me.

I don't have to tell you how that went, nor how it climaxed. For me the
effect was earthshaking and it made me not just the underling of my boss
but his abject sex slave, of my own will. And during the course of the
night and the next day the same thing happened again five more times.
During this time he possessed me utterly; it was sheer ecstasy. His
manliness was expressed in many different ways, from violent to tender and
I willingly gave myself up to him without reservation. Well, what happened
that weekend happened the next and the next and the next, on and on for
months. The internship became a regular job and the first year segued into
the second and then the third. I never moved in with him but I remained
always at his beck and call.

So when my boss's 50th birthday approached he told me he was planning an
all-out celebration for 19 friends (to make an even 20 including him, but
not counting me) for a whole weekend at his place. And my present to him
would be that I would service him and all his friends from Friday afternoon
until Sunday night. He didn't ask, he just told me. Since he was a general
contractor and his social contacts were from the construction field,
whether suppliers or foremen or laborers, I knew pretty much what they'd be
like from being around them on a daily basis -- that is, Real Men. So I was
only too happy to agree, even though I knew that it would mean servicing
him several times and each of them at least twice, plus whatever more just
happened.

I helped him set up the bar ahead of time, lay out some food, set up a
table and chairs for card games, and set up videos for porn shows. And his
bed was stripped and a protective cover stretched over the mattress and
then a fitted sheet, which, god knows, would be a total mess about 50 hours
later. Only moments later the doorbell began to ring and guys ranging from
mid 30s to late 50s started to arrive, some singly, but mostly in twos and
threes. Some were already familiar from dealings at my boss's office and so
I assumed that most if not all of them were somehow related to
construction. Certainly they were of the burly type typical of that
industry, all alpha males.

I greeted some of them at the door, wearing what my boss had told me to,
short 501 cutoffs with the waistband unbuttoned, nothing else. I could tell
there was some interest in that, but nobody said anything about it or made
a move. I opened a few beers for some of them and put out ice and glasses
for others next to the liquor bottles. My boss was around and about, also
greeting the guys and starting the hospitality. Soon all 19 of those
invited were accounted for and he clinked on a glass to get their
attention.

"As you guys know, yours truly is turning 50 this weekend so I have called
you all together to help me celebrate, making us an even 20 of my best
friends and associates. There will be plenty of booze and food, an
opportunity to play poker or blackjack, even some pool in the basement. And
to spice things up, lots of porn on the video machines. Under certain
circumstances some broads would also be furnished for your erotic pleasure,
but the truth of the matter is that I know each of you well enough to know
you like to get your hottest sex in a different way. So old Vince here, or
perhaps I should say young Vince since he is only 24, is gonna provide that
pleasure and comfort for you. He loves cock in both his holes and plenty of
it. So he's yours for the whole weekend. He'll be mainly operating in my
bedroom, but if you catch him anywhere else it's OK, any way you wanna do
it. He rims, he sucks, and most especially he gives ass pussy; he likes it
bareback and he likes it rough. Spit roasting is good and so is double
penetration. So let's keep him busy and make sure that by sundown on Sunday
his jaws are tired and his ass chute sore."

It was all true for sure, but hearing him say it all out loud to all these
guys was damn embarrassing. I watched them listening to him say all this
and then glancing in my direction to see how I was taking it. Staring at my
muscular frame and hairy chest, plus my day-old stubble and the bulge in my
cutoffs, they were clearly interested in young masculine flesh and eager to
sample the goods. How this orgy was to proceed was not yet clear, but I
guess my boss figured that one way or another it would get sorted out. I
realized it was basically up to me to get the ball rolling. So, standing in
their midst, I slowing unbuttoned the fly of my cutoffs while making eye
contact all around, and let them slide to the floor. I stooped and picked
them up, turned around and wiggled my butt, and then sashayed off to the
bedroom. That prompted hoots and hollers and guffaws plus round of
applause. I assumed an odalisque pose on the bed and waited to see what
would happen.

I was pleasantly surprised that the first guy to reach the bedside was the
biggest guy of the group, a man who had been introduced to me by the two
guys he came with as Tommy the Greek. OMG, he was a giant, at least 6'-6"
and, as was revealed as he peeled off his shirt and jeans, both massively
muscular and astonishingly hairy. I mean a really thick pelt all over his
chest and abdomen, not to overlook his powerful forearms and legs and his
huge black bush. But dangling from it was a toolbox like nothing I'd seen
before. A "show" to be sure, his uncut dangle was so long and so thick that
at full salute it would probably be just a hair under 10 x 7, hanging over
a gigantic ball sac. His prick would be enough to destroy some fags, but my
own experience was lengthy and varied enough that I could only sigh and say
"bring it on." No sooner was he naked and getting on the bed than I could
smell the heady scents from his cock and crotch, as well as from his hairy
pits. I know that grosses some guys out, but for me it is like Viagra
steroids.

There were some gestures of foreplay and I did make a valiant effort to
deep throat his snake before I gagged uncontrollably, but it was not long
before he was using the ample supply of lube on the bedside table and
pressing his enormous cock head through my sphincter. What can I say? I may
be the Whore of Babylon but even for me this penis really hurt. I gasped
for breath and let out a low shriek as he pushed in, but I gamely wrapped
my kegs around his ass and wiggled my butt. I was dazed, I was dazzled, I
was nearly destroyed, but I managed, and as the fuck proceeded it got
better and better. This stud rammed me without mercy and the fiercer he got
the more excited I became. From time to time guys talk about achieving
ecstasy, but by comparison to this I had no idea what the word meant until
now. I moaned, I groaned, I exclaimed enough until others came running into
the room to see if things had gone awry, or better yet, amok. He possessed
me totally, and as he fucked he thrust faster and harder. He held back for
the longest time but then he shot his wad, one big enough that it came
gushing out my asshole while he was still fucking me. Sweating profusely,
he fell full weight on me and wallowed like a walrus. I whispered in his
ear, "Please, oh please come back as soon as you can to do that again." He
just grunted and slapped me on the ass.

After that, I was thinking "Uh oh, the weekend's over before it has barely
begun," as he got up, but immediately two other guys were on top of me, one
with his asshole over my mouth and the other already sticking his cock in
my ass pussy. I licked, I swiveled my ass, i did what I could to make it
good for them as they spit roasted me. That arrangement didn't last long,
though, because as soon as both were hard one got under me and the other on
top: yep, you know it, double penetration. They were decently hung but not
prodigies, so one or the other of the cocks kept slipping out. However,
they kept at it and eventually they both came, as if they had been using me
as the pretext for humping each other.

What followed is a blur. There were almost always two guys, one under,
another over or around me, feeding me penis in both holes. I was surprised
what a range of flavors cum could have, depending so much on whether these
guys smoked or ate or drank something weird. Never mind, in the final
analysis it's all good. Then my boss, always a thrill, would come in to get
his share. What was of greatest interest, though, was that every three
hours or so Tommy the Greek would be back and my asshole was being
stretched again. Ohhhhh, so gloriously! That man was a stud to outdo all
studs. And each time it seemed he was totally fresh to fuck, as if it was
the first time. It's amazing that a man could have such an indefatigable
sex drive.

After that more spit roasting, more double penetration, guys coming back
for a second session. I loved it all, especially when they dragged me to
the showers and pissed on me or made me drink from the tap. I got washed
off after that happened and even took a break to douche myself, but it was
always back to the sweat soaked bed for more fucking. Or I would take a
break to get a stiff drink and something to eat. But it was never very long
before Tommy the Greek was back for more. My god, the man was insatiable!
But who am I to complain, having a godlike stud on me and in me?

Friday night became Saturday, a day like no other day since that memorable
Spring Break in Florida five years earlier. Except that compared to those
young college jocks these fully mature, virile construction men were much
hotter. And then Saturday became Sunday and the day stretched out soooooo
long and still the fucking continued. All 20 guys had me at least two
times, a few more than that, but I serviced Tommy the Greek at least eight
times, maybe more, because I lost count.

Finally, by sundown Sunday they had all said their goodbyes to my boss and
we had a quiet supper together. He was more than pleased by my
entertainment of his friends. Practically numb from sexual exhaustion, my
overall impression of the weekend was of a never-to-be-equalled festival of
testosterone, sweat, and cum -- of being endlessly pussy for real men. It
seems I can never get too much cock. Then, after a moment of silence
between us my boss leaned over and kissed me. He squeezed my thigh and said
in a soft growl, "Oh, yes, concerning that raise you asked about . . . ."