Date: Thu, 01 Dec 2005 02:18:59 +0000
From: Bill Drake <billdrake@hotmail.com>
Subject: White Collar Tales 7: Starting Out

White Collar Tales
Bill Drake (billdrake@hotmail.com)

Another in the series of full-blooded professional men getting their rocks
off together.  Send me your ideas and comments... billdrake@hotmail.com.


WARNING: The following is for adults only. It contains depiction of sexual
acts between men. If this offends you or is inappropriate for you to read,
go no further.

The following is fantasy, where consequences don't follow actions. In real
life, wear that rubber.



White Collar Tales #7
Starting 
Out



Josh and Tim were newly minted Princeton grads in the big city to make
their way. Both Econ majors, they had been thick as thieves throughout
college, pledging the same fraternity, taking many of the same classes, and
playing pickup football or basketball games every Saturday. In many ways,
they were opposites, Josh the quintessential Jewish fratboy with an 5'10"
endomorph body and a disarming twinkle in his brown eyes that matched his
perpetual goofy grin. Tim on the other hand was from the Chicago suburbs, a
tall, cornfed hunk whose dirty blonde hair and aqua-blue eyes drew
attention whenever he walked into the room. But quickly freshman year they
realized they had the same ambition: to rise to the top of the financial
world, whatever it took. Econometrics, unpaid summer internships, long
hours at their first jobs.

It was only natural, then, they upon interviewing and getting their Wall
Street jobs, that these best of buds would find an apartment together. They
weren't willing to live in some hole or out in Brooklyn, so they settled on
a simple but nice 1 BR in Midtown. Josh could sense that Tim was uneasy
spending so much on a place so small. They wouldn't even have their own
bedroom. But that was Manhattan living for guys starting out. Besides Josh,
having grown up on the Upper East Side, knew the benefits of having a
concierge at one's disposal. "Look Tim, we're going to be working hellish
hours, do you really want to have to worry about picking up your dry
cleaning on top of that?" That clinched the deal.

Now it was Friday night and the men's suits lay strewn upon the polished
hardwood floor. Josh lay prostrate on his bed as a muscular, horny thirty
two year old stock picker stretched his body on top of Josh's meaty back
and inched his cock into crevice of the younger man's round butt. Josh
shuddered as he felt the chest hairs scratch against his lats, as a rough
grip pinned his wrists to the pillow, as the mans thighs pushed outward
from inside his own, as a well-lubed cock breached his sphincter and sunk
in, ever slowly.


"Fuck, man!" Josh thought in panic. "What's his name? Told me at the bar
and I've already forgotten it."

He didn't care for long as more cock filled his rectum up. Slow, smooth
strokes. This guy knew how to fuck. Josh tossed his head from side to side
and moaned. It was like he was being jacked off from the inside out. Hot
lips met his, stubble scratching against his own.  Despite the
air-conditioning in the apartment, their bodies heated in full rut, and
sweat-slick muscle ground against sweat-slick muscle. The two kissed
impetuously as the older man's hips ground roughshod against the firm,
beefy jock behind that was hiking back for each cockthrust.

"Jesus Jeff!" a whisper called out from across the room. The fucker's
friend and coworker, wearing just his crisp white button-down, was
positioned between Tim's spread jock thighs, sitting up from giving the
younger stud a class-A blowjob only to see that his workmate was wasting no
time in nailing young analyst tail. Tim's sturdy body shivered in a wave of
erotic feeling as he followed his suckers' gaze and watched his roommate
get a royal shafting.  His spitsoaked cock surged up against his washboard
belly and his ass muscles constricted against the two fingers his gentleman
caller had wedged up his tail.

The tightening against his probing digits brought the man's attention back
to Tim. "Want some of what your buddy's getting?" he grinned.  The guy's
hardon, a real wide specimen of a dick, was pulsing real hard now, beating
up against the hard hairy torso. The guy was a blonde like Tim, only
hairier and a beefier in build than the athletic college grad. Tim didn't
say anything, he just smiled and rolled over to reach for a rubber and a
bottle of lube. The man inhaled deeply to keep his pulse in check. Tim was
just the sort of young stud he went for. Hell, the kid looked just like his
boss's son, pure youthful masculinity. He'd always lusted after the man's
son any time he came by the office, he never knew how much of it was sheer
attraction and how much wanting to bring his boss down a peg by fucking his
boy. Those thoughts raced through his head as Tim's talented fingers rolled
the condom onto his fat erect cock.

With Tim's powerful legs on his shoulders he nudged his prick past the
tight resistance. Bullseye. Tim winced, and the horned up portfolio manager
smiled. His dick pulsed harder at the entrance to the young man's rectum
and he pushed on.

"Hold it, John!" Tim urged his fucker between gritted teeth. This wasn't
his first by any means, but unlike Josh he always had trouble relaxing into
it. Maybe because he wasn't as sure about this as Josh, wasn't so sure that
picking up two strangers in a trendy downtown bar on a Friday night was the
way up the career ladder, no matter that these men obviously had done well
for themselves as Citi. "Relax, buddy!" he could already hear Josh telling
him.  "You gotta network in this town, and we're going to do what it takes.
Besides, you're getting your rocks off aren't you?"

Tim smiled as he imagined his friend's reply. Yeah, he was getting his
rocks off. The last few months had meant incredible no-bullshit sex for
both young men. As he thought about it, his anus spasmed and more cock
slipped through.

"That's right, guy," his fucker grunted. "Let me both make us feel great."

"Oh yeah," Tim gasped, tossing his head back against the headboard. "You're
fucking me with it. One big round one ya got, man, gonna fill me up."

"You know it, stud... oh shit, I'm in there deep, man. Goddamn fucking
deep, man."

The two locked lips in an intense fuck kiss.



Jeff and Josh writhed in regular rhythm on the other bed. Josh clenched his
muscle butt cheeks, pushing against the randy man's pelvis bouncing off his
backside in a steady shafting. The pistoning stock picker dick punched the
velvet-soft insides of the analyst's bowels.

"Goddamn!" Josh murmured. "Just like that man. Ride that butt."

The thirty-year-old stud gulped as he savored the best fuck he'd had in a
while. Hungrily, he licked at the salty moisture dotting Josh's compact
neck. "Nice, boy." He huffed as he pounded hard and steady. Looking up over
at the other two studs in mid-fuck, he smiled and leaned down into the
young man's earshot.

"Like watching your roomie getting it at the same time you're getting the
fuck of your life?"

Josh opened his eyes and adjusted to the sight across the room. John and
Tim were grinding slowly, intensely as they stared into each other's eyes
and alternated with deep kisses. Josh's boner throbbed.

"Hell yeah, you like it," Jeff growled.

Jeff screwed away, then reached under Josh's beefy torso and pulled the kid
up to his heaving chest. "I like watching him too, buddy. You know why? The
fucker loves it. You saw him earlier. He pretends to take it or leave it
but the dumb lug is crazy for you office jocks."

"And what about you?" Josh shot back.

"Me?" Jeff grunted between thrusts. "I just saw a piece of ass that was
mine for the taking. Didn't I, stud?" Jeff punctuated with a deep shove of
his cock.

Josh shot.


Tim's muscled calves rested on John's cotton dress shirt, soaked through
with sweat. The penetration was deep.

"Thank you, stud, you're incredible you know. I can't believe you guys came
up to us in the bar."

"Yeah?" Tim said, his reluctance long faded to sexual inner
stimulation. "You like us young studs?"

"Shit, you know I do. I'm eight fucking inches into one right now."

Just then, Tim looked over John's shoulder and saw the man's buddy standing
there, his leaking cock still half hard as the man started to button up his
shirt. The younger man looked up in admiration at the perfect specimen of
trader masculinity above him.

"That's it bud, screw that newbie butt." Jeff grinned and winked at Tim,
who smiled back in a look of uncontrollable lust. He thought about how hot
these two men were, how he would love to roll in the sack with this other
businessman, get his butt mastered by the perfect cock rising proud and
high just before he pulled the wool slacks over the bare flesh of the
rod. And he saw the unmistakable look in Jeff's eye - he wanted to fuck
Tim.

When Jeff was dressed he nudged John's heaving buttcheek. "Look buddy, I'll
be waiting out front having a smoke."

"Yeah, Jeff, be right down."

"Don't rush, man. Enjoy it."



Both men were gone before Tim gained full consciousness and raised his
naked jock-conditioned bod off his bed. He padded over to the kitchen and
drank a couple of glasses water to replenish. When he returned Josh was
still lying face down in his soaked sheets cooling off in the air
conditioning. He looked up at his roommate.

"Shit, JT," Tim said, "that was hot watching you two fuck."

"Yeah?" Josh asked, sitting up and wiping the sweat from his brow.

"Fuck yeah. I don't know how you take it all. That guy was hung like a
stallion. Big balls to match to. I bet he shoots one helluva load."

"He does. Fucker filled me up."

"Filled you? Fuck, JT! You mean you let him dick you without a rubber?"

"Would you wanna fuck with one? Of course not.  If you want these guys to
help you get ahead, you gotta help 'em out too, bro."

Tim wasn't so sure about his friend's logic, but he paused as a horny idea
swept over him.

"Tell me if I'm out of line JT, but... can I taste it?"

"Taste what?"

"His cum, JT." He could barely say it, he was so embarrassed by his own
desires. Josh would surely call him out on have such perved-out thoughts.

Instead his buddy's face broke into a sly grin. He tossed his thick bod
back prostrate onto the mattress and hiked his butt up.  "Have at it, Tim."

The Midwestern Ivy Leaguer's heart quickened as he knelt onto the bed and
gripped Josh's knotted, hairy hamstrings. Slowly, with anticipation, he
lowered his face til the heat and scent emanated from his best friend's ass
crevice. Then the wetness of lube and muck, then the firmness of
twenty-two-year-old butt muscle. He was almost too scared to open his
mouth, but the second he did he could taste the fresh salty sweetness of
stock picker cum.


An hour later Tim's cell phone rang just as Josh was getting out of the
shower. He looked at the caller ID.

"Should I get it? It's Fenton." Tim had met Fenton Starks, CFO of a Fortune
500 company, at a fundraiser a couple weeks back. The man was forty-two,
fit and on top of his game.

"Of course, dimwit," Josh laughed, plopping down on the couch to eavesdrop
on his friend's conversation.

"Hello? Oh hey, Mr.  Starks."

"Call me Fenton, Tim."

"All right, Fenton. What's up?" He could hear the sounds of street traffic
on the other.

"I just dug out your card that you gave me the other week and I thought I'd
give you a call. By all means, drop off your resume next week sometime, I'm
sure we have something that would suit a young man of your qualifications."
Josh looked on expectedly as Tim nodded and flashed his bright blue eyes in
a silent smile.

"That would be great, Fenton. You don't know how much I'd appreciate that."

"Sure. And but that's not entirely why I'm calling."

"What is it?"

"Well, I'm just finishing up here at the office and before heading out to
the Hamptons to join Kate and the kids, I thought I'd see if you'd be up
for helping me unwind with a Friday night drink."

"Oh sure. My roommate and I were just sitting around. He's getting ready to
go out, but I don't have any plans."

"Great. I'm heading uptown now. Want to meet in your neighborhood? I seem
to remember you saying you live in Midtown."

"Yes."

"Well, name a place."

Tim paused and his dick throbbed in his worn Princeton sweatpants.

"Well, sir, if you like you could just come by my place. I'm on Lexington
and 49th."

He'd done the right thing. He could hear the tone of approval coming over
the poor reception of his phone.  "Sounds great, Tim. See you in about
fifteen minutes."

"Don't worry, Tim," Josh said almost before he'd even hung up. "I'll make
myself scarce." Then more to himself than Tim: "Fenton Starks, I can't
believe it."

Tim smiled inwardly, then stood in front of the mirror. He considered
changing out of his worn collegiate wear, but thought best of it and left
it on, with his hair freshly tousled from the shower he took. He made sure
a tube of lube was stashed in the endtable by his bed and he took a second
to check the box of condoms. Then, after looking at the rubbers a minute or
so, he made a two-point toss into the garbage bin. Mr. Starks was going to
get the ride of his life tonight.