Date: Tue, 18 Jan 2000 22:35:14 EST
From: DrThroat@aol.com
Subject: On Assignment

To I thought it was time to get creative again and do some damage.  I hope
that most of you will find this story stimulating (in more ways than one),
and enjoy yourselves.  All comments are welcome at DrThroat@aol.com

Disclaimer: This story contains sex between mature, consenting male adults.
If this subject is offensive to your, the Disney site is waiting for you.


On Assignment


Part One - The Characters

Well, this story begins with me.  My name is Anthony.  At the time of this
story I was 25 years old.  I come from an Italian background, where
masculinity and manhood are very important.  So when I was growing up, in
the suburbs of Chicago, these values were stressed into me by friends and
family.  So much so, that I actually started to admire masculine features.
Not that I was a sissy boy or anything, but the desire to attain this
"coolness" turned sour on me.

Now, being gay was totally out of question in my book and with my family.
And I didn't desire that lifestyle either.  I definitely knew that I
enjoyed my time with girls, and female conquests came easy to me.  I
especially enjoyed bragging about it to the other guys and being
"masculine."

Yet I knew I wanted to be with guys too.  So I left it to college.  Soon
enough I found a few buddies who shared my interests.  It was neat to go to
a local bar cruising with girls.  But if we were empty-handed by the end of
the evening, we had each other for one hot 69 session.  I kept my escapades
with men a secret, though.  I didn't think that most of my other friends
would be too understanding.

Then I met Lisa.  The sweetest girl there ever was.  I was in my senior
year by then, and so was she.  Soon enough, I was in love.  I knew that no
matter which gender, she was the one for me.  My love for her was so great
that I decided to be entirely monogamous and give up my secret encounters
with men as well.  It was a tough decision, but I had to do it.  And you
know, I didn't miss the sex with men, because my life with Lisa was so
complete there was no room for anything extra.

We both graduated and moved back to Chicago, where I got a job in a
financial firm in the downtown area.  We got married one year later.

Well, since this is a story about gay sex, allow me to introduce the second
male character.  His name is Dan.  Dan and I were on the same recruit class
in the financial firm.  His cubicle was three down from mine.

Dan is the perfect all-American boy.  First of all, he is the nicest person
I have ever met.  Always with a smile on him that can win anyone over.  The
thing that makes him so outstanding is that he is so perfect by being so
normal and average.  He has a very pretty face, with features that are easy
on the eyes.  Light brown hair, with perfect green eyes.  Facial features
that are masculine and boyish at the same time.  He had a medium build that
basically meant he took care of himself but did not need to be too pumped.

When I first met Dan during orientation, I had been with Lisa for a long
time, and men were no longer an immediate sexual interest for me.  So I
treated Dan like a good friend, and a colleague.

The very first time that I had any sexual feelings towards Dan was the
following summer during a company picnic and football game.  I had never
seen Dan out of his suit, so I really did not know much about his physique.
But during the picnic he was wearing a low-cut tank top and shorts.  His
complexion was very fair, the kind that burns rather than tans.  There was
not an ounce of fat on his body, yet the muscles were just toned and not
overwhelming.  He had very smooth peach fuzz over his arms and legs, mostly
blond.  He came to the picnic with his girlfriend Anna.  The four of us got
to hang together most of the time, being part of the younger generation in
an old financial firm.  I found myself aroused at peaking into his tank top
and staring at his big, dark-brown nipples; I couldn't stop myself.
Something about his fair complexion and the white tank tap made him look so
pure and attractive.

That night was the first time I wacked off to thoughts about Dan.  But that
was a one-time event.  I didn't get too carried away, and the sexual
fantasies did not continue.

During the course of the next year I gradually became better acquainted
with Dan.  We never hung out one on one, but had fun together on occasional
company happy hours.  That was also the year that I got married to Lisa.  I
was very happy about the way my life was going.

"Loverboy" was the name that Dan coined for me after I came back from my
honeymoon and bragged about some of the bizarre places Lisa and I had sex
on our honeymoon.  From that point on he never called me Anthony except at
important company meetings.


Part Two - The Assignement

Now, with all that introduction, lets go to the scene of the crime.  Last
spring Dan and I were sent on assignment to Atlanta to do some consulting
for a new small business.  Our company was having some tough times, so they
flew us coach and made us share a room with two double beds.  Not only
that, we had to work a half day and then take an afternoon flight.

By the time we arrived to our hotel room in Atlanta, we were both exhausted
and hungry.  Since going out was out of question, we ordered room service
and decided to call it an early night.  After we ordered the food, Dan
jumped into the shower.

When he came out, I felt weak.  He was wearing only a pair of plain white
boxer shorts and that's it.  Once again the white fabric complemented his
fair complexion.  He had a tight belly, with defined abs.  He acted totally
at ease with the whole thing, as though it is normal for coworkers to walk
around in their underwear.  I tried to keep up a normal conversation with
him by not looking at him too much.

Then the door rang.  It was room service.  He grabbed his wallet and
answered the door still in his white boxers.  He paid the boy and directed
him to put the food on the table.  We sat across each other on the table to
eat dinner after that.  All I could see across from me was his naked torso
from the nipples up.  I felt quite a stir in my pants.  It just felt like I
was sitting across a naked man and I was supposed to act cool and enjoy my
meal.

Finally the meal was over.  Dan went over to the TV area and flipped it on.
I on the other hand, needed a cold shower both to freshen up and to cool
off.  Once I was done with my shower I contemplated also walking out in my
boxers.  But the fear of popping a boner made me decide to wear pajama
bottoms to conceal any evidence.  Once I came out of the bathroom, I found
Dan fast asleep on the couch with the TV still on.

His face was so restful, like a little baby boy catching a nap.  He was
just lying there, for my enjoyment.  And that I did.  I stared at him for
at least 15 minutes.  I took in his beauty and the innocence of the moment.
I knew I couldn't touch, that I shouldn't touch.  So I let my eyes enjoy
the candy they were given.

Eventually I woke him up and directed him to his bed.  He was fast asleep
again, judging by the heavy sounds of breathing I heard.  That night I
could not get the images of him sleeping so innocently on the couch out of
my head.  I had to let go of my urges.  I headed to the bathroom, locked
the door, and took care of business.

The next day was a busy day with the client.  By late afternoon we made it
back to the room, showered, and headed out to a night on the town.  We went
to a steak house that was recommended to us, and then headed to some sports
bars.  I found myself focusing on Dan more than anybody else in the bars.
I caught myself patting him on the back, touching his shoulders, and any
other excuse to touch him.  I knew I was going too far, and being drunk did
not help.

When we got back to the hotel room, he slipped out of his clothes down to
his white boxers and went straight to sleep.  I slipped under the covers
too, and before I had time to reflect on what was happening I was sleeping
too.

The next day was our last day in Atlanta.  Surprisingly, we were done with
our client by noon.  So Dan and I came back to the hotel and went for a
swim in the pool.  He wore some white nylon boxer-type bathing suits by
Speedo.  Again, the white fabric on his skin grabbed my attention.  Except
now, his skin was getting intermittently wet from the pool water,
glistening in the Southern sun.  I was thankful he did not ask me to put
lotion on his back, because I would have lost it.  I guess, being entirely
straight that was totally out of his book too.  We had an early dinner and
decided not to get too drunk again because we had a very early flight the
next day.  When we headed back to our room, once again he climbed into his
bed only wearing his white boxers, faced the other way, and fell asleep.
Images of him ran through my mind for the next few hours.  I couldn't fall
asleep.  I had a rock hard boner, craving Dan's body.  Something I could
not have, and that was driving me crazy.  The object of my desires was in
the bed next to me, almost naked, and I have just spent every moment of
every day with him for the past three days.  I wanted him so bad.  I wanted
to nibble on his ears and make him weak behind the knees.  I wanted to sink
my teeth into his nipples until I could taste his body.  I wanted to run my
hands down his belly until I could run my fingers through his pubes.  I
wanted to finally see that dick of his, which I am sure is perfect just
like the rest of him.

I looked over to his bed.  He was facing away from me, with the blanket
covering him all the way to his ears.  Being assured he had been sleeping
for at least a couple of hours, I lifted my blanket and took off my pajama
bottoms and my underwear.  I started stroking myself.  Precum had already
pooled on my belly from all the arousing thoughts.

I looked over to his direction so to get inspiration for my jerk off
session.  But he was all covered up.  Instead, I closed my eyes and decided
to jerk off.  In my fantasy, Dan and I were naked in a paradise-like place.
Everything was green, and the sky was blue.  Dan came toward me and kissed
me on the lips.  First gently, then passionately.  I opened my lips and
accommodated his tongue in my mouth.  I ran my hands in his hair, down his
neck and back to his round ass.  I cupped his butt and thrust his pelvis to
mine.  My boner was grinding against his, and we started to thrust in
unison.  I could already feel precum lubricating our motions.  He then
kissed my neck, and traced it down all the way to the base of my cock.  He
looked up in my eyes, and after I nodded in approval, he took my cock in
his mouth.  He engulfed the whole thing with his wet lips.  He held the
base, while his head moved back and forth to allow me to fuck his mouth.  I
steadied myself by holding on to his head, pushing him deeper into my
crotch.  We were both in ecstasy from the pleasures of the moment.

I then heard a soft moan.  It was not me moaning, and it was not a moan I
had imagined Dan to do in my fantasy either.  That moan was not part of my
fantasy.  I opened my eyes to see where it came from.

Before me stood the most awesome sight I had ever seen.  Dan was standing
on the side of my bed.  He was completely naked.  With his right hand he
was stroking his 8 inch boner, and his left hand was tucked behind him.
Judging by the angle of his pelvis, he was either massaging his rosebud or
maybe even inserting a finger or two in there.  His gaze was fixated on my
groin, and he must have not seen my open my eyes.

This sight made me lose my concentration on my jerking off motion.  He must
have detected the irregularity in the rhythm and sensed something.  He
looked at my face, and our stares locked.  We both continued to stroke, as
our eyes were glued to each other, speechless.

He eventually broke the gaze.  He looked back at my groin and said: "That
is so hot," all the while that he was still whacking off and massaging his
ass.  He then let go of his cock and replaced my hand with his right hand,
holding my throbbing cock now.  He bent over and took the whole thing in
his mouth in one motion.  He then withdrew and let go of it.  While still
massaging his ass with his left hand, he lifted his left leg and planted it
across from my hip and positioned his right thigh on the same side.  He
grabbed my cock again with his right hand from behind, and directed it to
his rosebud.  I felt my cock slide next to two of his fingers up.  I then
felt the warmth of his bowels.  When I was all the way in, he took out his
two fingers, and I was totally engulfed by him.  I immediately felt a
strong suction on my dick, pulling me deeper and deeper into him.  He began
a slow rhythmic motion up and down, riding my joystick.  His prostate was
contracting in unison, providing extra sensation to my shaft and glans.  He
stared into my eyes with his boyish face as he continued to suck my tool
into his bowels, not saying a word.

He picked up the pace.  His own boner was flopping up and down with precum
dripping over my belly.  The site and the sensation were too much for me,
and I was getting close to climax.  I felt my cock get engorged even more,
and expand his ass.  He must have felt this, because he then entered a
total state of contraction himself.  Buckets of cum left my balls and made
their way through all the pipes into Dan's rectum, filling the stud with
warm juice.  And he in return provided me with a simultaneous shower of
mancum spraying me in the chest and face.

After he was done contracting, he leaned over and licked all of his own cum
from my face.  He collapsed on top of me, still with my cock up in ass and
semi-hard.  We were both so exhausted we fell asleep.

Part Three - The Next Day

My alarm clock woke me up at 7 AM the next day.  I jumped from the pillow
and sat on the bed.  I quickly looked over at Dan's bed.  He was sleeping
facing the other way, with the blankets covering him all the way up to his
ear.  Just the same way I had seen him before I started fantasizing about
him.

WOW!!!  What a dream that was.  That was one of the most awesome detailed
dreams I had ever had.  It felt so real at the time, and it was so
satisfying.  I didn't know that the power of suggestion could be so great.
I was really proud of myself for being able to conjure up such a delicious
dream about sexual escapades with Dan, while not having to resort to
actually revealing my true desires for him.

With that I decided to hop into the shower before Dan saw me having taken
off my underwear for a very hot jerk off session the night before.  I
entered the shower and turned the water on.  Still overjoyed about my power
dream, I started my routine of washing myself.  Somewhere toward the end, I
usually wash my dick pretty vigorously to get rid of the groin odors.

I froze right then.  There were a few streaks of what looked like dried up
shit and cum on my cock.  Where did that come from???  I only jerked off
last night, how did this stuff get on my dick and get a chance to get caked
on it???  Could it be?  Could the whole thing have actually happened?  Was
it not a dream?  Did I actually conquer Dan last night?

I felt weak in the knees.  I leaned on the shower wall for extra support,
but that did not help much.  I found myself sitting in the shower, with the
water running on my head.  I felt nauseous.  Dan, the subject of my
desires, was riding my cock last night, and I can't even remember
completely if it was another dream or actual truth.  I was in a daze.  How
was that going to affect everything?

I then heard him through the shower door: "Hey Loverboy, are you gonna
finish all the water?"  That made me come back to reality, at least for
now.  I needed to get my act together.  I finished showering, grabbed the
towel, and stepped out.

He was waiting outside for me to come out, wearing his boxers.  "Loverboy,
I thought you'll never come out and then we would have to miss our flight."
He said this as he slapped my butt and walked into the bathroom.

Wow!  So things will have to be different now.  I didn't know how to act
with him.  Should I bring up the topic, or should I wait for him.  And I
still was not clear that everything I thought happened actually happened.

I packed my stuff.  He was packed already.  We had a quick breakfast in the
hotel lobby and headed to the airport.  The whole time he was very causal
as though nothing happened, and I was tense.  Maybe nothing happened after
all, and I am just imagining this.


Part Four - The Flight

We sat in our seats on the plane.  Again coach class, where the seats are
way too jammed.  Which did not help things either.  Dan's shoulder was
touching mine, and I felt I could feel his breathing on my arm.  I tried to
sleep it off.  But as soon as I would close my mind images of what could
have happened came racing to my mind.  Pretty soon I had an unmanageable
boner in my pants, poking its way through the fabric.

He still had said nothing about last night, if there was even anything to
say.  The boner in my pants needed attention.  To make things worse, I
smelled his sweet breath and a soothing aroma of baby powderish scent
coming from his direction.  The stimulation overdrive was too much for me
to handle.

I decided to go to the bathroom and take care of business before I went
crazy.  I got up and headed to that direction.  I must have acted drunk, as
I stumbled into everything and everyone on the way there.  I just dashed
for the bathroom door.

As I made my way through the tiny space, I turned around and tried to close
the door behind me.  Just as the lock was an inch away from the frame, I
met resistance on the other side.

Dan pushed the door open, pushing me over the edge of the sink.  I fell on
top of the counter.  He quickly turned around and locked the door behind
us.

He then turned to me and said: "Ever been a member of the Mile High Club?"
and without waiting for a response he landed his lips on mine.  His kiss
was so forceful that I just opened my mouth and took his entire tongue in.

At the same time he started working on my belt buckle.  He released the
boner that had practically made a whole in my shorts before.  He stroked my
member as we kissed.

He dropped to his knees and licked the precum off my cock.  He then circled
my glans with his tongue in round motions, gradually covering more surface
area.  He licked the shaft all the way down to the base on each side.
After that he opened his mouth wide and engulfed my cock.  In one motion he
went all the way down.  I could feel his eager tongue wrapping itself on
the tool it had been given.  He repeated this motion over and over, picking
up the pace.

He lowered my pants to my ankles as continued the expert BJ.  He was now
free to massage my butt with both his hands.  He gradually made his way to
the center of it all, my rosebud.  He massaged the outside, borrowing his
way in slowly.  He ever so gently relaxed my sphincter and pushed one
finger in, as he occupied my groin with his mouth.  He then pushed and
second finger in, and started moving both in and out and in all directions.

I knew exactly what he was doing.  I knew what he was planning.  I have
done it countless times myself.  Give your partner an expert BJ to distract
him and dilate his ass at the same time.  The when he is horny enough and
all dilated up, turn him around and fuck him.  Except he did not need to
play tricks on me.  My ass was his for the asking.

Sure enough, my predictions were correct.  Just when my ass was getting
used to his third finger in there, he stopped, got up, and turned me
around.  I went along with his directions.  He grabbed the back of my neck
and pushed me down, making me bend forward over the sink area.  My ass was
now exposed for his pleasure.

His throbbing rod then touched my crack, and dove in.  He easily made his
way into me.  He did not go slow.  Right from the beginning he started some
rough fucking, the kind that will keep you sore for a few days.  I felt
like moaning loudly to offset the pleasure, but I did not want to draw
attention from outside the bathroom.

Eventually, I could feel him climax.  His cock must have swelled, because
it felt extra tight all of a sudden.  He let go of a hot stream of manjuice
that filled my ass.  His pelvis shivered next to my ass, enough to trigger
me into a full orgasm as well.  My own cum involuntarily shot out and hit
the mirror on top of the sink.

He put both his hands under my armpits, lifted me up until my ear was next
to his mouth and said: "Now we're even."


Part Five - Conclusion

That was ten years ago.  We still both work in the same company.  We have
become best buddies since that day.  We never actually speak about our
sexual relationship.  We just take it for granted.  Basically, he may
attack me for his pleasure at any time, night or day, home or at work, and
take full advantage of my body in any way he desires.  And I may do the
same to him.  No questions asked.  I just totally submit to his urges, and
he submits to mine.  A few instances come to mind, which I don't mind
sharing with you.

Of course, we are both still married, and have kids too.  With my
encouragement, Dan finally married to Anna.  I was his best man.  I
arranged for one hell of a bachelor party for him and all his buddies, with
a lesbian show and all.  Then the morning of his wedding the two of us
played a round of golf.  I then fucked him in the shower of the club room.
I fucked him so rough that he was sore the whole time at his wedding and
could hardly sit or walk normal.  I got a few chuckles from that, and he
swore he was going to get even with me.

Then there was the time that his first son was born.  Lisa and I visited
them in the hospital.  It was a sunny Sunday morning.  Dan was holding his
newborn son, who was wrapped in a bleach-white blanket.  Dan himself was
wearing a brand new white shirt.  The light of the glowing sun made Dan's
face look so angelic at that moment that I just had to have him right then.
I motioned for him to step out.  I dragged him to one of the utility rooms
down the hall and sucked every last drop of the same cum that had made that
beautiful baby boy.  Dan loved it.

Strangely, our wives have grown very close too.  Maybe it is because all
the times we end up leaving the two of them together.  They have become
almost like sisters.  Sometimes I wonder maybe the two of them have also
developed an extra dimension to their relationship on the side.  Wouldn't
it be interesting if that was true and someday we could all have a true
four-way?


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