Date: Tue, 5 Feb 2013 01:41:04 +0100
From: Fun Mammal <funmammal@hotmail.com>
Subject: Office Intrigues - Part 1 - New supply controller

Office Intrigues

All usual disclaimers apply. This story involves man & women over 18 in
bisexual and homosexual described scenes.The story is fictional, and
therefore no resemblance with any existing people, dead or alive can be
taken as serious, but is purely coincidence.

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Office intrigues part 1: The New Supply Controller



"You are kidding me, right?" I was fed up. More than fed up.

The young servant behind the counter looked at me with a scared look on his
face. He knew my employer was one of the biggest customers of the 5-star
hotel in Milan, and his boss wouldn't be exactly pleased to receive a
complaint from one of the managers of such a multinational customer.

"I'm sorry sir", he stammered, "I have no idea what went wrong, I just
can't find your bookings in the system."

Great, after a whole day of meeting in one of our toughest production
plants, this is exactly what I needed, a missing room in a fully booked
hotel.

"So, now what?" I asked, more than a little bit annoyed.

"I might have a solution" the kid went on, "but I would need to get
clearance from my manager"

This was starting to sound more like it, at least that's what I thought,
until the manager came back five minutes later, stating that Hannes and I
could share the suite instead of having two standard rooms.

"You're asking me to share a room with one of my colleagues?"  I couldn't
even believe they dared to suggest such a thing, and looked at the young
lad standing next to me, clearly dumbstruck. I had no clue how he would
feel. Not only did he only join the company two weeks ago, this was also
his very first business trip. Damn it, this was his very first job. Almost,
he had been working as a consultant for a few months, but given the tasks
he was getting, that wasn't even worth calling a real job. And here he was,
23 years old, standing next to his purchasing manager at the front desk of
probably the first Hilton hotel in his life.

I sighed, obviously, and tried to read the look on his face.  Milan was
playing tonight, and all hotels were, according to the manager, fully
booked. Apart from that, a presidential suite bed seemed quite appealing,
and honestly, the fact that it would mean I had to share the small
apartment with this handsome young man didn't really bother me that
much. The fact that it could get me fired was another story though.

"It's not a room, really, sir" the manager continued "the presidential
suite will suit all your needs for sure, and we can offer it to you at the
price of two normal rooms" I was running out of options, and started to
realize I'd have to cope with it. After all, it was just one night, and we
were both exhausted, so would be more than happy to get an opportunity to
freshen up and have a good night rest.

"I leave it up to you pal" I said. It was ridiculous. As if the kid was
really going to disagree with my decision at this early stage of his career
yet to come"

The suite was nice though. Being 28, and a manager for this huge automotive
company since a few years now, I had seen my portion of hotel
accommodations around the planet, but since the crisis hit us six years
ago, I hadn't seen the inside of this type of suite for quite a while.

"I'll take the couch." I said, giving the kid some credit so he could
relieve from the stress of sharing the place with his new colleague.  He
didn't dare to argue, and quietly opened up his suitcase. Although I do
respect one another's privacy, I couldn't help to notice he was
deliberately blocking my view, obviously hiding something. Well, we all
have the right to have some secrets, right?

"You mind if I hit the shower first sir?" His voice was somewhat trembling,
and it was very clear I had to put him at ease a little bit. "Sure pal, go
ahead"

There's something about this boy. He has an open communication, and that's
one of the main reasons I liked working with him in the first place. But
right now I had the feeling he was hiding something, something that went
beyond the regular pen stealing or too long lunch breaks.  This was
something he really didn't want me to find out. And that's not exactly my
strongest point. One of my main assets in business is my eagerness to find
things out, and get the bottom information on top when I wanted it. It's
also my personal negative. I can't live with the fact of knowing I'm
missing out on some factors that might or might not be important to know.

So, knowing I was wrong to snoop around, I found myself carefully going
through the kid's luggage once I heard the shower running. And my curiosity
rewarded me almost right away.

My imagination went into hyper speed, once I was holding the thick black
rubber penis in my hand. That's one of the other things I can't go
without. Once I imagine something, I can't help but seeing the image almost
live in my mind. So right away I was picturing the kid on the king size
hotel bed, knees next to his young face, and the thick dildo stuffed up his
ass, his very well trained hand entertaining his love shaft. Almost
unconsciously, my own right hand found the rapidly growing hardness in my
groin, and I couldn't help to squeeze it, feeling the wetness coating the
insides of my cotton boxer shorts.

What was I thinking? I'm 29, happily married and here I was, almost
masturbating over a 23 year old, freshly hired, supply controller. This was
plain wrong, but it felt so amazing that I almost didn't hear the shower
stopping. Quickly I put the toy back where I had found it, and started
fumbling my own luggage.

"Sorry, forgot my underwear" I heard from behind me. I didn't dare to look
over my shoulder, at first. "You know there's a jacuzzi in the bathroom?"
Taking this as a sign he was decent, I turned around. "Really, that's..."
and then I coughed, losing my words in the sight at the other side of the
room. Hannes wasn't decent, yet, but about to get there. "Yeah, it's
awesome" he went on, bending over to step into his underwear. Lifting one
foot off the ground, I could look in between his soft tanned buttocks, just
for a second, but long enough to recall for the rest of my career. He
didn't even seem to notice I was staring right at his naked backside, and
quickly turned around while pulling up the white jockstrap. Slowly, as if
deliberate, enough to show the top of his flaccid penis. Hairless, that is.

I couldn't help to stare. The jockstrap seemed a little bit too tight for
his package. But that wasn't all. His body was pure perfection.  Everything
I used to long to, back in the days before I met my wife. Apart from a very
little bit of hair on his calves, his legs were smooth, as you would see on
a 14 year old. Not skinny, a slight hint of muscle, and completely tanned.
Sliding my gaze up, I noticed, again, the package he was hiding. He didn't
seem to be huge, but endowed enough to wear his young dick upwards in the
tight underwear, forming a nice flesh tube, clearly visible through the
white material, pointing a little bit to the left. The rest of his body was
exactly what you would expect, or hope, it to be. His tan line was right
above the white elastic band around his hips, and you could clearly see
these typical curves coming from his waist to his groin, with a very thin,
clearly trimmed, line of sparse brown hairs towards his inner belly
button. Although his stomach was flat, it wasn't an eight pack. Just flat,
although it was clear that, if he would flex his muscles, the six-pack
would be visible. His nipples small, pinkish, hard, and hairless as his
butthole, stood out proudly from his well-defined chest. He was literally
the image of perfection, the ideal transition from boy to man.

It took a few seconds to get out of my stare, and look right into his
piercing eyes. He must have noticed I was quite impressed with his looks,
as a beautiful white smile was forming on his face. He sort of waved the
boxer short in his hands. "Are you going to shower sir?"

"Erm, yeah" I stumbled, "Yes of course, and call me Marc please" I
continued. "Sir is for when you're dressed"

He might have taken me off guard with his bluntness, I wasn't in this
position because I was easily overwhelmed. "Might take a while though" I
grinned back "so make yourself comfortable" Now it was his turn to be
dumbstruck, as I slowly removed my own shirt.

"Make yourself at home Hannes" I continued, hanging up my shirt in the
closet. "We got full access to all TV channels, and unlimited access to the
minibar, so have some fun"

"Erm, sure, ok, thanks" he said, his voice somewhat trembling, as my
trousers fell from my hips. He threw the boxers back into his suitcase, and
picked up the remote, flopping down on the leather couch.

"What are you doing Marc?" I asked to the guy in the mirror, putting my
glasses on the white marble of the sink. For 29, I wasn't a bad looker for
sure. I was lucky enough to still have the full head of brown hair like
when I was a teenager. And, although I work out a lot, I have to be careful
not to let my way of living manifest itself in my body structure. I didn't
have a six pack, but, in the contrary to when I was Hannes' age, it wasn't
smooth anymore. Far from. Quite hairy I would say. Same for my
legs. Although both areas were trimmed as well, to stay at least a bit
modern.

I didn't get an answer, not other than the straining feeling of my leaking
cock dripping into my blue boxers. The image of the almost naked controller
filled my mind again as I let the fabric fall to the floor, and I felt
another gush of liquid leaving my hard knob when the hot water started it's
way down my body.

The feeling on my skin was liberating. I wasn't 18 anymore, and never
actually jacked off in the shower anymore. Just thinking of something else
mostly was enough to get my erection down, and weird as it may sound, this
wasn't an exception. So I washed, as anyone would do, and about three
minutes later I was drying my body in front of the full size mirror next to
the tub, looking quite pleased at my now soft hanging man tool in the
reflection. That's when I realized I had forgotten my underwear and
clothing myself. And no way I was going to put that moist, sweaty, short
back on. Maybe I might be pushing my luck, but if the kid was bold enough
to walk in stark naked, me walking in, in nothing more than just a towel
wrapped around my waist, wouldn't be overkill.

23 year olds do jerk off in the shower. And when they're in a 3000 dollar
couch, wearing a jock strap, drinking champagne, and watching the adult gay
channel on a flatscreen in a presidential suite, they do it again right
away. Apart from that, they obviously think every male does, and as a
consequence, they don't even notice the door opening, or the shower
stopping.  They don't realize it when a manager is stopping in his track,
feeling his boner coming back to live, watching the young twink on the
screen getting his ass fucked on a cheap Ikea desk by a strong muscled stud
dressed in nothing more than half a suit. The moment 23 year olds realize
they have pushed their luck a notch to far, is when they see me walking
right next to them, stating calmly "Sorry mate, forgot mine as well it
seems"

I ignored the look on his face. Now pale white, almost shaking, caught like
a deer in the headlights. Idiotically trying to stuff his boy tool back
into the way to small garment, pulling that back up from his shaking
thighs. "Be right back" I said, and walked back into the bathroom.

The closed door against my back hit me, when I dropped the clean underwear
on the floor, gasping. This couldn't be happening. It was, right there, at
the other side of the wooden panel I was now leaning against.  Hannes was
not only cute as hell, he was gay. And obviously into older office type
guys, fucking his ass. This was no longer an assumption, or a well-parked
phantasy playing my mind. This was reality. And the reality was going to
spend the night in the same room.

But still, I was the senior here, the more experienced on all levels, and
had to keep control. It took about two minutes to shoot my load in the
sink, and over the mirror, shooting harder and more than I had in over ten
years, before I could put on the shorts, and walk back into the room.

Hannes was sitting quietly at the table, still a bit shaking, now fully
dressed, but still as pale.

"What?" I asked calmly, looking him straight in the eye, pulling up my blue
jeans, snapping the button, and picking up a polo shirt from my suitcase.

He still looked at me like he was face to face with a serial killer when I
pulled the black polo over my head.

"Hannes please," I grinned, sitting back on the couch to tie my shoes. "We
all jerk off" I calmly stated "nothing to be ashamed about. Come on, let's
eat."

Dinner was uncomfortable, for him, at least. He was clearly avoiding direct
eye contact, and was shifting back and forth on his chair when the, quite
cute, waiter brought our starters.

"Ok" I started, snapping him back into reality. "So, we need to get this
out of the way. You wonna talk about it?" Ok, I confess, that might have
been the lamest opening ever, but what was I supposed to say? He was cute,
and he knew it. He had made a pass on me, that's what I thought, and I
clearly liked him. I liked him from the first time I met him two weeks
earlier, talking on that new year's reception from the office. So he might
be confused, so was I, and he's the one who triggered is. So one of the
lessons he'd need to learn in life is that action comes with consequence.

"So, you're gay than?" I said, taking my first bite of beef carpaccio. I
was in Italy, and when I'm Italy, I eat Italian food. He looked at me, not
terrified, but obviously confused. Whatever he was, it was in the closet,
until half an hour ago. I gave him that questioning look my suppliers hate
so much, picking up my glass of wine.

"Look Hannes, whatever your sexual orientation is, I don't care. You're a
nice guy, with a lot of potential. You're a good talker, easy going, you
got sense of humor, and you look great." Aaaah those magic words.  Every
guy likes to be called good looking. This one was easy. In the end, that's
exactly what he was.

"To opening closets!" I said, raising my glass. He couldn't pass this one,
and when the well-known sound of touching glasses reached my ears, I
finally saw that look in his deep brown eyes I liked so much. Filled with a
well played self-confidence, but missing that hint of experience. Wild at
heart, cached in an office, trying very much to be the boy the world
thought he should be, living up with his expectations, but unstoppable,
ready to get to his well known flirting game, that, for once, would be with
a guy, older, more experienced, very well trained in reading other people's
thoughts and body language. This was going to be a great trip.

"I don't know Marc" He actually sipped from the glass I had filled for him,
his hand, in the contrary to mine, shaking, just a bit. Steady enough for
anyone to be overlooked, shaky enough to be seen by me. Not that he noticed
my awareness. The confidence in his voice was strong. Just like we had been
doing all afternoon with the plant manager who was coming up with crappy
plans to improve our fill rate, a game was being played at this nice dinner
table. As usual I set the rules, but he turned out to be a quick
learner. And I would have expected nothing less.

"Well, you're obviously not straight" I grinned, continuing my meal. I
didn't need to clarify. He had been caught red handed, jerking off to gay
porn.

"Neither are you" Now this was a bold move, risky, but full of
confidence. He recovered well. Nothing like the teenage-like hesitating
young boy I expected him to be. I stared at him. Neutral.

"Shall I go first than?"

I explained him the whole story. My coming out as a gay boy at 18 to my
mom. The way she was so happy to have a gay son, and outed me within two
days to the whole family. The whole confusing period I had been through
growing up. Having more than 20 dicks stuffed up my throat to end up
falling in love with a woman who was almost 20 years my senior. The whole
new rush of prejudgments in my surroundings. Unlike you, he cared. He was
going through the exact same story right now, and hell, I know it's
confusing.

And then it was his turn. His not coming out. His first jack off session
with his best friend in high school, ruining their bond for life.  The way
his friends talked about fags and queers. The fear of coming out in a
strong world of business people. I got it. Not too many people know I'm
bisexual, nor do they need to know. It's my business. And that's what I
told him.

Of course, I told him my wife knew about it, that she has known as long as
she had known me. That she didn't care. That she basically gave me a free
pass after I once had a drunk nightly encounter with a 19 year old boy, a
mistake I had confessed right away. A free pass I never had used, nor I was
planning to use it. I explained him the whole story, watching the second
bottle opening.

I told him, getting tipsy, how freaking hot the waiter was, while he was
standing right next to us, not understanding a single word of our Dutch
encounter.

And during this whole scene, I loved his company. I loved the way he
listened, and told me about himself. I grew to love his magazine style
white smile. His sparkling eyes when he was talking about Jorn, the blue
eyed 25 year old I had just hired in my team a few days earlier. About him
liking the stronger type of guy, but not yet daddy material. As a side
effect, I was sporting a few hardons from time to time, making me shift the
bloody thing with a bit of discomfort, causing him to grin, knowing
perfectly well what he was causing below the table.

We shared our thoughts on porn actors. Me confessing I was crazy about
Kyler Moss and Kyle Ross, him confessing how hot he was for Brent
Corrigan. I loved the fact that he reminded me so much about the guy I once
used to be.

"Hannes" I moaned "Please"

His tongue was playfully licking my neck, my trembling back pressed hard
against the door of our suite. I was trying to get away from him, or at
least that's what I wanted myself to believe, but the wine was winning it
from me. His moans in my ear, his hands in my hair, but most of all, the
warm, young, strong body pressed against my own. The pressure of his
swollen cock on mine. My trembling hands, trying not to pull him closer.

"Hannes I'm married"

His nose briefly touched mine. A drop of precum spilled itself in my clean
underwear as his confident hand groped between our longing bodies.

"You also got a free pass!" He was already playing with my zipper, sliding
it down, me not trying to stop him. Then our tongues met, playfully,
uncertain, at first. Then more confident. I loved the taste of white wine
on his smooth lips. The passion, coming from his wet mouth, salivating my
own. His eager hand slipped into the fly of my jeans, and once I felt his
strong grip on my throbbing penis, I was lost.

"What are you doing?" He asked, confused, trembling hands. I slowly put the
bottle of scotch on the table, filling up the two glasses, and handing one
to him.

"It's been almost ten years buddy," I explained "I want to enjoy my free
pass to the fullest" and slowly kissed his incredibly soft lips, slipping
my tongue in between for just a second. "Get naked"

Hannes smiled, but didn't tear his clothes off like I expected. Instead he
hit his iPad, and pressed me backwards causing me to end up in the couch
where I had busted him hours earlier. "I'll be right back" he grinned,
leaving me in the couch, confused, horny, wanting him, and disappeared in
the bedroom part of the suite.

Not sure what to expect, I heard Joe Cocker starting to fill the room when
he dimmed the lights, and started slowly dancing in front of me.  He had
put his suit back on, and looked sexy as hell in it.

At first he just danced, but then the clothes started to come off. I
watched in amazement. This was a dream come true. One of the most beautiful
23 year old boys I had ever seen was doing an expert striptease right in
front of me.

And dancing he could. He almost seemed like a professional female stripper,
the way he was turning his cute little but in front of me.  First off came
his vest of course. Carefully he draped it over a chair at the glass table,
seductively sticking his hot behind out, before putting his hands on each
cheek, and wiggling it once more, turning around on one foot. Then slowly
his shirt, starting to open it from the bottom up. I knew what to expect,
but there is something about a boy undressing that turns me on beyond
words, and young Hannes was an expert, slowly exposing his tanned skin inch
by inch, seductively waving his narrow hips as the treasure tale and smooth
chest came into view. The white shirt fell to the floor, leaving him in
just his black trousers and our blue corporate tie. Next thing he was
straddling me, grinding his covered bum over my hardening, leaking, crotch,
moaning in my right ear as my hands caressed his firm muscled rear, and my
tongue playfully licked his left erect nipple. He stood up again, and
removed his leather belt in one swift motion, before slapping his own ass
with it, playfully. He then finally kneeled in front of me, his belt around
his neck, and started freeing my throbbing penis from it cotton fabric. As
his tongue sent me to heaven through the damp fabric, his hands quickly
pulled my pants down, then off, leaving my boxers where they were as he
stood back up.

Ever so slowly he started undoing his own pants, and little by little his
hairless crotch came into view, teasing me, tempting me, then turning back
around, torturing me by stripping off his last piece of clothing over his
smooth young back entrance. Bending over right in front of my face, he
spread the sweet globes of flesh, showing me a perfect view of the most
seductive virgin hole I'd ever seen. Softly moan was all I could do when he
turned back around, tugging the belt below his low hanging balls. His hard
hairless penis pointing in a perfect 45° angle, leaking a steady stream
of precum.

Once again he pivoted on the carpeted floor, and showed me his perfect
little 23 year old butt. I was lost in paradise, and the moan from his
mouth was one of pure ecstasy when my wet tongue lapped his love hole for
the very first time. The taste was pure honey, musky, manly, boyish, all at
the same time. My hands found the way between his legs, and soon I was
cupping the softness of the young ball sack, playing the perfect semen
filled orbs around in my fingers, before moving on to the hot, wet, shaft,
feeling it pulsing on his rapid heart beat in the palm of my hand.

Next thing I knew the naked boy was on his knees in front of me, my boxers
in between, and his beautiful lips wrapped around the leaking head of my
cock. I could hardly believe he was a virgin, as he expertly deep throated
me. Unfortunately, I was too far gone. He had been teasing me for so long,
that I could feel my semen boiling between my legs, ready to fill his young
wanting mouth with my second load of the day.

"I'm gonna cum" I warned him, but the only result was a stronger suction to
be applied, and a finger sliding up my own rectum, sending me over the edge
once he triggered my own prostate. "oh fuuuuck"

The orgasm was the strongest one in years, and I felt gallons of cum, so to
speak, filling his mouth. He coughed, trying, but failing, to swallow, as
sperm started dripping from the corners of his mouth.  Pulling out I dumped
two more spurts over his lovely young face, panting.

He looked at me with those puppy eyes, as he straddled me, hovering his
hard 6 inches above my lusting mouth. A shiver went through his body, as
his cock was playfully teased by my waiting tongue. A treatment he'd been
dying to get for years, so I knew it wasn't going to take long, and I
quickly took his member deep into my yearning throat, my hands strongly
pulling him into me. His shaking hands resting on my shoulders, squeezing,
as the first digit entered his very tight anus. The strongest taste of pure
boy heavenly semen was quickly filling my mouth. Somewhat salty, yet sweet
as honey, his nectar filled me up. I never lost my skills, and swallowed
every drop as his cock remained buried deep into my throat.

"Oh my god, he sighed, shivering for a last time, leaning back on my naked
thighs, looking me in the eye, smiling. "That was amazing"

His lips were soft as ever. I could taste my own strong male seed on his
tongue as I sucked on it.

"I need a smoke honey" I whispered in his ear, causing him to moan once
more as my finger finally left his ass "and then I'll make love to you in
the jacuzzi."



Want to read more about Marc & Hannes, or are you curious about how this
story will turn out, please keep following nifty. I know the actual sex was
limited, and brief, but it has been a while, and apparently, writing it
turns me on too much to be patient...

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