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Date: Mon, 17 Jul 1995 06:13:20 UTC
Subject: Cutting Expenses (M/M)
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o                      More of the good stuff from 
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o                   ....   M  e  r  c  u  r  y   ....
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o           This story is dedicated to my cyberlover, Mars!              
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o    
o                         MERCURY & MARS
o     
o                  One night, the planet Mars,
o                  Bored of wanking amidst the stars,
o                  Took off from his accustomed place
o                  In route 'round the Sun through space
o    
o                  To meet a likewise inclined planet
o                  For making love (that's how he planned it).
o                  First he tried the closest, Earth--
o                  Rumored gay, for what that's worth.
o    
o                  Though Earth was known as Gaia,
o                  Mars found it not quite gay-a,
o                  And squelching finally any mirth,
o                  A Dowdy Mother, tired old Earth.
o    
o                  Mighty Mars, his pace now hastened
o                  To find his mate 'fore being chastened.
o                  He propositioned stormy Venus,
o                  Reciting Poetry (and stroking penis).
o    
o                  Venus, although female, proved
o                  From love's ardour quite removed
o                  And Mars despite her charming power
o                  Found her tempestuous and sour.
o    
o                  Almost colliding with the Sun,
o                  (Had he, the story would be done)
o                  Mars discovered none other than he:
o                  The quick and hot one - Mercury.
o    
o                  Mercury in a.s.s we know
o                  Has forever ruled the show
o                  By posting more erotic story
o                  Than Penthouse's Bob Guccione.
o    
o                  The mass of Mercury and Mars
o                  Caused gravity waves felt from afar
o                  Together they could bend the light
o                  Or firework the darkest night.
o
oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
o
o   Notes :
o
o   1.  I did not write this story and do not know who did.
o   2.  If you're a biW/A m/f 18-24 looking for friends, write.
o
CUTTING EXPENSES

    "I don't know.... Like you say, it's not technically
dishonest, but you know Lovejoy would hit the ceiling if he
ever found out,"

    "Now, Marty, how the Hell would Lovejoy ever find out?
Do you really think he's really coming to Hurst, Texas, to
check on the lodging accommodations for two junior analysts?
They sent us down here without supervision, not because they
suddenly think we're competent to work on our own, but
because nobody else in the firm was willing to come.  They
get twice as much work as they pay us for now, and the whole
point of a per diem expense allowance is to keep the book-
keeping smile," Ken declared, verbally twisting my arm.

    He had a point.  He and I had been sent to Hurst, Texas
(population: 1350) to try to bring the operations of two
tiny banks, one here, and one in Prior, a smaller (if you
can believe it) town about 20 miles down the highway, into
the twentieth century.  The assignment in Prior had been
easy, and all the analysis had already been finished,
largely because the staff had been so cooperative.  Hurst,
however, was an entirely different matter.  None of the
bank's officer was younger than 50, and none of them had
been working there less than 20 years or so.  People like
that never see the need for change, and these folks were
certainly no exception.  Ken and I were looking at working
seven days a week for the next four weeks just to bring the
studies in on deadline.  Naturally, being salaried
employees, the only extra compensation we'd get was a vague
promise the company would "make it up to us" somewhere down
the road.  We'd both heard that before.

    I guess his anger over the shoddy way we were being
treated is why Ken came up with his own "incentive
compensation plan."  We were given $64 a day for lodging
expenses, and Keith was suggesting that we share a room in
the only hotel in a fifty mile radius, split the bill and
pocket the difference.  The way he figured it, we could make
about $30 a day each on the savings.  Between now and the
end of the assignment, that would put about $840 in our
pockets.  I could certainly use it, and I knew that since
Ken and his wife had divorced, he'd been hard pressed to pay
for toothpaste.

    "Yeah, I see your point, but my room's slightly bigger
than yours.  It's almost one now.  You go over to the hotel,
check out, then move in with me.  Here's the key.  Let the
front desk know, so we can get another key and so they won't
claim were cheating them out of anything," I agreed, pushing
back the greasy plate that still held most of what the menu
had called "lunch."

    The afternoon was no more pleasant than the morning.
Mr. Gregson, the president of the bank, was determined to
throw up every obstacle he could.  To him it made no
difference that our client owned 77% of the bank's stock.
He referred the First National Bank of Hurst as "my bank,"
and in 42 years of moving up the ranks from teller to
bookkeeper to every other job in the place, he'd come to
believe that the bank really was his.  It made him no
difference that the bank hadn't paid a dividend on its stock
in eight years.  The way he saw it, the bank was his own
personal realm, and he was the Lord and Master of that
domain.

    I was deep in thought, trying to interpret some very
cryptic general ledger entries when my thoughts were
interrupted.  "Are you guys about ready to go?  I'll be
through in about 15 minutes, and I have to lock up."  Julie
Bradshaw, the bright young accounting clerk who spoke those
words, stood there waiting for our reply.

    "Yeah, I'm not getting much done now anyway, I'm too
tired to think clearly.  It's after nine, do you know where
we can get a bite to eat that won't kill us this time of
night?"

    "Well, I can't guarantee you that it won't kill you,
but your only choice at this time of night is the Dairy
Queen.  I like the country fried steak basket," she answered
before spinning on her heel and heading back to her own
work.  Jill was a hardworking graduate of UT in banking and
finance, but so far, all the banking she'd had a chance at
was handling the bank's bookkeeping, a job she did well, but
which was far below her capabilities.  I thought briefly
about including a section in our report recommending her
promotion, but I knew it would just be thrown out.  No sense
worrying about somebody else's problems when you have enough
of your own, huh?
    
    Ken had already packed his stuff away when Jill got
back, and I was busy stuffing the last of the work papers
into my job case.  Each of us realized how tired the others
were, and I don't think we said anything to one another,
merely nodding a good-bye, as Ken and I climbed into the
rented Chevrolet Celebrity which was the only car parked on
main street, Jill's car being tucked away in the back in the
employee parking lot.

    We found the Dairy Queen, ordered and ate Jill's
recommendation, so tired that we hardly noticed that there
was almost no taste besides that of grease.

    "I think I'll hold off on enjoying the Hurst night
life," Ken joked.  "I need some sleep."

    In silent agreement, I rose and headed to the car.  The
Hurst Hotel was a welcome sight when we pulled up in front
of it a few minutes later.  Originally built at the turn of
the century, the hotel had once done a booming business
because of the railroad, but in the four week's I'd been
staying there, I was never aware of more than five or six
other rooms being rented, mostly to traveling salesmen who'd
driven all they could stand for one day.

    "Remember you need to sign for another key," Ken
prodded me as I walked into the lobby.  I headed straight
over to the desk, asked for an additional key, and after
paying a $3 key deposit, handed it to Ken with the
admonition, "Remember you owe me three bucks."

    Once we were in the room, I threw my stuff on the floor
by the bed I'd already claimed as mine, then fell across the
bed.  I was too tired to notice that the bed was lumpy, or
that bedspreads were old and frayed.

    "I was going to say I'd flip you for the first shower,
but it looks like I win that one by default," he laughed.  I
turned my head toward him and grunted my agreement.  I'd
never really thought about it before, but Ken was amazingly
good looking.

    Around 35, he was about 6' tall, with black hair that
contained just enough gray to look "distinguished."  As he
shed the shirt and tie, then the pants, then the T-shirt, I
saw he'd taken good care of his body.  His chest was broad,
well muscled, and covered with a curly version of the hair
on his head.  His stomach wasn't completely flat, but it had
just enough "pooch" to give it a sexy look.  He was wearing
low-rise briefs that looked like they'd been washed every
day for the last five years or so they were so thin.  I
could see his dick clearly outlined, tucked up toward his
belly button, looking at least 4" soft, and extra thick.
The remainder of the tremendous bulge was attributable to
the big, hairy balls I could see almost as clearly as if
he'd had nothing on.  Ken's cock and balls were perfect for
long sucking and licking sessions, and the sight before
reminded me just how long it had been since I'd had such a
hot cock to work on.

    When he turned his back, ambivalent about the presence
of "just another guy," I saw that he had a glorious ass
that, because of the loose cut of the cheap suits he wore,
I'd never noticed before.  There was a clear outline of an
abundance of that black hair running down his crack, and the
cheeks were well rounded, without being at all feminine.  In
short, it was the sort of ass I'd love to lick and tongue-
fuck for hours, then finger while I guided that hot cock up
my own hot hole.

    I was glad I was lying on my back, since the show had
given me quite a hardon.  He moved on into the bathroom and
when I heard the water running, I got up, undressed and
wiggled into my robe, intending to be ready to jump in the
shower as soon as Ken came out.  There was just one problem:
my rigid prick refused to go down, the earlier sights being
the closest thing I'd had to sex with anything but my fist
in almost a month.  I'd never been one to jerk off in the
shower, and while it would be risky to lie down and jack off
now, I knew I'd hear the shower stop running a minute or so
before Ken could get dried off and come out into the
bedroom.  I wanted to jack off, and more than that I needed
to jack off, lest Ken figure out the source of my hardon.
The job I had might not be much, but it paid the bills, and
if word got out in the company I was gay, I'd be gone in a
New York instant.

    As I lay back on the bed, my robe fell open, exposing
my hard manmeat.  I began slowly, gently stroking my thick
six-inch cock, the visions of Ken's hot body galloping
through my head, embellished with my own ideas of how hot I
could make it.  I carefully planned how hot it would be to
draw his naked body to mine, kiss him deep, then lick a
trail down his chin and neck to those hot pecs.  I could
spend a while just running my fingers through the thick fur
on his chest, and then sucking each of the deep brown nips
carefully, till they stood out like BB's.  I worked three
fingers back and forth in my mouth, as I slowly savored the
feelings coming to my dick from the ministrations of the
other hand, pretending those fingers were Ken's big dick in
my mouth.  Even tired, my imagination is particularly vivid,
and I could almost feel the pliant, fleshy head of his cock
rubbing all around my cheeks and bumping against the back of
my throat.  I raised my legs automatically, as I moved Ken's
imaginary dick from my mouth to my asshole, imagining just
how good it would be to feel him slowly, gently sinking his
manmeat deep into my fuckhole.  I love a slow, gentle fuck,
and I could almost feel Ken's big low-hung balls bouncing
against my butt cheeks as he worked his dick back and forth
in my hole in the slow, in and out, then round and round
motions that made my ass hole sing!  I began raising my ass
on the outstroke of my fingers, in my imagination working to
keep that hot cock buried deep inside me just as long as I
could.  In my mind, I could feel Ken's fuck stick quiver and
swell inside me, as my own cock grew closer and closer to
explosion in my fist.

    "Hey, Marty, you got any..."

    Shit!  Ken was standing in the bathroom door, still
partly wet, with one of the cheap hotel towels wrapped
around his waist, his question frozen in mid sentence as he
stared in disbelief at his roommate fisting his dick while
he fingered his asshole.  The shower was still running,
rendering my planned "early warning system" ineffective.  I
quickly pulled the robe closed, though it did little to hide
the remainder of my hard-on.  My cock, so close to orgasm,
seemed not care that I'd been caught, subjected to great
embarrassment and the possible need to find a new job.

    "Ken, I'm sorry.  I'll call downstairs and have them
get your room ready again.  I hope we can keep this just
between us."

    The blank expression on his face was so cold, so
steely, my mind was already racing to think how I might be
able to talk my way out of this one.  I was still deep in
thought, when without ever changing expressions, he said
"Here's all I'm going to keep between us tonight," dropping
his towel to reveal a dick that was only about half hard,
but well on it's way to seven inches already.

    "Come here and suck it good and hard, then I'll show
you what you really need up your ass."

    While he didn't say it, the tone of his voice made it
clear he was talking to a "cocksucker," but I was in no
position to take offense.  I hurriedly scrambled over where
he stood, sunk to my knees and began to suck on that big
dick head, working my tongue under the loose flap of skin,
and all around the edges of his cock crown while my hands
busied themselves with his balls.

    Once his pecker was fully hard, I eased away from it
just long enough to admire it.  It was definitely the
biggest cock I'd ever had, and I couldn't resist the
temptation to ask "How big is it?"

    "Last time I checked it was a little over 9", now get
busy and see if you can take it all the way to the balls."

    I didn't like his attitude, but I sure liked his dick,
and I resumed my earlier ministrations, working my mouth up
and down on his cock while I stroked the base of the shaft
and fingered his balls.  Only a minute or two later, I felt
Ken lock his hands on each side of my head, pulling me back
and forth, on and off that thick dick.  At first, the wide,
bulbous head of his cock bouncing against my throat made me
gag, but Ken seemed not to notice or care.  He just
continued fucking my face with that huge tool, till a few
strokes later, I felt his dick slide past the flesh guarding
entrance to my throat and slide down, down, down my gullet
till my lips were pressed firmly against my balls.

    "Breathe through your nose," he said in a ragged voice
that betrayed the eminence of his orgasm.  Actually, I had
little choice since the short, quick thrusts he was making
pulled no more than a half inch or an inch of dick from my
throat.  It was breathe through my nose or don't breathe.

    I calmed down just enough to keep from suffocating, and
found it much easier to breathe than I thought it might be.
The feel of that long, hot dick buried in my throat,
swelling and twitching as it prepared to blast a huge load
was hotter than I would ever have dreamed!  On a lark, I
began to swallow, the muscles in my throat working to
deliver excruciating ecstasy to Ken.

    "Oh, that's it... that's it... suck it good... here it
cums!"  His yelling could have been heard in any of the
adjacent rooms had there been anyone to hear it.

    The feel of his hot jizz spurting down my throat,
directly into my gut was more than my frustrated dick could
take.  Without ever touching it, it began to spray it's own
hot manjuice, and my balls were dancing back and forth in
the joy of release.

    Ken continued to fuck my mouth slowly, till the last of
his essence was drained away, and his prick had shrunk to
about half its former prodigious size.  He pulled his cock
out of his mouth, pointed at his hairy legs, now coated with
splashes of my cum and said, "You made a mess... clean it
up."

    I'd never considered myself the "submissive" type, but
I gratefully licked my own juices from his legs, my cock
regaining its hardness quickly.  When I'd finished the task,
Ken moved away slightly, then said "Get me some shampoo so I
can finish in the shower.  While I'm in there, grease your
asshole if you want it greased, because when I come back,
I'm gonna fuck that butt like it's never been fucked
before..."

    I tell everyone in the office what a pain in the ass
those weeks in Hurst, Texas were.  I just don't tell them
what caused that pain!

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