Date: Fri, 12 Aug 2011 12:02:45 -0700
From: Kenn Secondary <jockfanaz@comcast.net>
Subject: The Banker Part 1

This is a work of erotic fiction intended for audiences over 18 years of
age and interested in male/male sex. Comments, ideas and suggestions are
always appreciated. - jockfanaz@comcast.net.



	I'd been working at the same company for 13 years. After we were
purchased a year ago and went through a major change in management I
started to position my finances in a way that I could walk away within a
year. After the second buy out and 3rd change in senior management I'd had
enough and resigned. I was in a position that I didn't need a job for 3
years, which isn't bad considering I'm only 42. I wanted to rollover my
401k into an IRA, I didn't want to take chances with the volatile market
and was going to put it in something stable like CD's. Not expecting to get
great returns but at least I wasn't going to lose anything.

	I'm pretty tech savvy and did the on-line application with the
bank. The next day I got an email from an IRA specialist asking me stupid
questions. The emails went back and forth until I got pissed and Monday
morning went to the branch I normally go to when I need to talk to someone.
Bad idea. Only one of the five reps knew how to open an IRA and I left
after 45 minutes waiting to talk to her. I drove down to a branch closer to
home that I usually avoid. It's near the University and 90% of their
employees are college students with limited training.

	The one banker available looked up at me and looked down. Great I
thought, doesn't want to deal with a fag. I'm 6 foot weighing a slim 165
and I know there isn't a big fat GAY tattoo on my forehead and I don't
mince and my wrists are far from limp it's just obvious looking at me I am
gay. He came and introduced himself, a nicely dressed and groomed man in
his mid 30's. He registered a 0 on my gaydar and frankly I wanted to get in
and out of there as fast as I could. There were the expected pictures of
his wife and daughter all over his desk.

	I explained everything I needed and he set to work getting the
account set up. He asked if I could get him the beneficiary information and
told him my partner and I had a joint account so his info was already in
their system.  He didn't flinch and actually seemed to be more relaxed. We
made small talk, he asked me how long we'd been together and told me he'd
been married 11 years but there were times he wish he was single again.
Amen to that I told him, I love my partner but there are days...

	 His wife even asked him one time if he was gay and told her `Just
because I spend the same amount of time in the bathroom primping doesn't
mean I'm gay, I just like to look good.' Which I thought was an odd
comment. And all through idle chatter he kept turning his monitor to me to
show me what he was doing. Another fifteen minutes and we were done.

	`Can I ask you a question?' He asked with his head cocked, one eye
half closed and a slight smirk.

	`Oh my god.' I replied. By the look on his face he assumed he'd
done something wrong.  I shook my head, no. `Your expression reminded me of
best friend when I was growing up. You looked just like Dugan.'

	`Well now I'm not sure I should ask.' He responded, red faced.

	`Go for it dude.'

	He turned the monitor so I could see what he was typing.

	`I have a fetish...' He stopped at looked at me before he continued
typing. `I like to wear other men's underwear. I don't want sex, just your
underwear.' He looked at me again with an expectant look on his face.

	I have a way of wiping all expression from my face and this was the
time. He couldn't read my reaction. `Ah,' I finally said softly. `You and
Dug's dad would have gotten along very, very, well.' He's eyes flew open.

	I grabbed his keyboard and typed `Fruit of the Loom plaid boxers -
boring.'

	`Hot.' He typed back

	`Give me an envelope and point me to the men's room. May be a
little embarrassing though, thinking about Dug's dad. He had the biggest,
fattest dick I've ever had. ' I typed quickly, got up and headed to the
door he pointed to without looking at him.

	I slipped my boxers into the envelope, sealed it, trapped the head
of my rigid erection under the waist band of my baggy shorts so it wouldn't
flop around and went back to his desk. He was with another customer so I
just handed it to him and left. Once I got in my car I unzipped my pants
and stroked myself a few times. I jacked my hard-on all the way home,
thinking about Dug and his dad. By the time I was home I was more than
ready to pop my load. My shorts dropped the second the door closed and I
headed to the bedroom. I took the jockstrap out of the bedside drawer,
wrapped it around my shaft and yanked my balls hard and exploded. I pumped
a heavy load into the jock wondering what my new little banker buddy's dick
looked like.

	I fell asleep thinking about Dug and his dad.

	It seems like I'd known Dugan forever. I don't remember when they
moved into the house half a block from ours but we became fast friends. As
we glided into puberty when the natural changes developed I grew taller and
slender while Dug was shorter and stocky. We both enjoyed exploring our new
bodies, individually and together. We were both comfortable being naked
around each other when we were young and nothing changed as we grew
older. I remember him watching me jerk off the first time I had an
orgasm. Over the years we experimented with other things, I'd suck him off
or he'd fuck my ass but we were happiest being jack buddies.

	We became even closer our first year of high school. Within 6
months of his mother passing away my dad left my mom. She took care of both
of us, his dad always taking us to ball games, camping and watched over
us. They both came to every football game to watch Dug play and every swim
meet I was in. But by the end of our sophomore year it was obvious our
desires split. Dug was out chasing pussy but I couldn't take my eyes off
the multitude of young cock meat in the locker room.

	It was that summer I had the wildest experiences of my young
life. Mom went to visit my aunt and while I was old enough to stay at home
by myself I was spending a couple of nights at Dug's. The first night I was
having problems sleeping so I went downstairs for a glass of water.  I saw
a light in the den and saw Mr. M watching TV wearing just a pair of
boxers. I'd seen him in shorts before but something about how the light
glistened in the furry carpet covering his chest sent chills down my spine.

	The one thing I miss about being that age is how fast I got a bone
on. I could drop three for loads a day but every couple hours my joy stick
would be rock hard again with my nuts begging for release.

	I raced up the stairs, dropped my shorts and was on the bed rubbing
myself in no time. The door was partially open then a few minutes later the
hall light went on.  I had been slow stroking from the knob to the base of
my shaft, eyes half shut when I sensed a change in the lighting. Through
half closed eyes I could see Mr. M watching me, his hand snaked his boxers
down and I caught a quick glimpse of his fist wrapped around the bottom of
the biggest, fattest cock shaft I'd ever seen. I just about lost it at that
point. I spread my legs, bucked my hips and started jackhammering myself.
I knew I wouldn't last long before that all too familiar tingle started. I
held my erection straight up and one, two, three, four jets of juice arced
high in the air. I heard a muffled cry from the hall but when I opened my
eyes he wasn't there.

	A couple of nights later I was on the bed reading and Dug had just
gotten out of the shower. He sat down at his desk, naked with one leg on
the edge of his desk. I could see his package under the desk, his plump
limp cock nestled atop his furry eggs.  I could barely see his brown
puckered hole surrounded by dark hair. I was, again, soft to half bone in a
second.

	`Dug,' I said getting up from the bed. `Put your other leg up, I
wanna try something.'

	`Not tonight, bud.' He replied with a heavy sigh. `Amy gave me a
hand job earlier and I'm spent. Why don't you get your butt back on the bed
and whack yourself off while just enjoying the view.'

	`Yeah, I will after. You don't have to do anything. C'mon, it's
something I want to try and if either of us doesn't like it I'll stop.' I
tried not to whine.

	`What are you talking about?'

	`I want to lick your ass.' I whispered in his ear.

	I could immediately tell he wasn't thrilled about the idea but the
more he thought about it he was open to trying it. I slipped beneath the
desk and moved his other leg up. With my hands on the inside of his muscled
thighs I gingerly flicked my tongue around and around the tight ring. He
let out a long breath of encouragement. I skimmed up and down his downy
crack before sticking the tip of my tongue in his relaxing hole. I saw his
balls moving and heard the recognizable slap of flesh on flesh.  He was
beating off.

	`I thought you were spent.' I said with a sly grin before
swallowing one of his oversized nuts.

	`Shut up and get your face back in my ass. It feels so fucking
hot.'

	I let him set the pace, slowly long stroking his pole. I'd been on
my hands and knees but the damp sensitive knob of my poker kept rubbing
against the carpet and I wasn't ready to cum. I sat cross legged and after
another ten minutes of sucking his hole until I could tell he was getting
close.  Dug was a grunter when he gets close to the edge. I'm a moaner and
talker when I bust my nuts.  His snorts became shorter and deeper the more
I corkscrewed into his brown bud. With a final guttural `urg' he came. I
eased out from under the desk as he eased he legs back onto the floor.  His
spent load dripped thickly down his chest.

	`I need another shower.'

	`Want me to clean it up, my tongue is primed and ready.' I replied
with a leer. I was randy and ready to pop.

	`That's okay. Looks like that rocket between your legs is about to
go off so you might want to take care of that. `

	I flopped onto the bed and looked down at my crotch. My dick was
dripping like a leaky faucet, the slit swollen and my balls ached. I knew
if I touched myself I'd cream and I wasn't ready just yet. Dug came back
into the room, turned off all the lights except the one next to my bed and
started softly snoring as hid head hit the pillow.

	The sensations of my mouth on his ass were still too fresh in my
mind. I slicked up a finger with spit and ran it across my rosy ass bud.  I
shivered and felt a quick blast of pre-jizz splatter against my belly. I
heard a muffled gasp and looked up, the silhouette was fuzzy but I knew
Mr. M was watching me again. I moved so I was sitting up against the
headboard with my legs spread wide.  I spit on my finger again and slid it
in my hole to the first knuckle. I gently fucked myself in and out to the
second knuckle.  I wasn't going to last much longer.

	`Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum, gonna fucking shoot my load.' I murmured
loud enough that I knew he could hear me.

	I grabbed my cock and pumped. Two things happened that I couldn't
control. I shoved my finger all the way up my ass and leaned down toward my
spewing dick. The first two creamy blasts landed squarely in my mouth. I
was shooting fast and the rest of my heavy load splashed onto my
face. Exhausted I lay down, panting loudly while savoring the sweet sour
taste of my nut juice. I drifted off to sleep without bothering to clean
myself off.

	I went back home the next day, I needed some time alone before my
mom came home. I spent a couple of days at the neighborhood pool, working
on my tan and trying not to think about Mr. M. The first day was a near
disaster.  I was wearing my high school team swim trunks. I was there a
couple of hours, reading and not paying attention to who was there. I
looked up from my book just as a really hot guy stepped out of the pool,
the soft log of his stiff fat cock obvious in his short, wet trunks.  I
rolled over just before my growing shaft slipped out of my trunks. After
that I only wore a jockstrap and loose shorts.

	The next week I'd made up my mind. I went to see Dug one afternoon
that I knew he wouldn't be home and Mr. M wasn't at work. If we ended up as
jack buds like me and Dug that was fine. But I really wanted a taste of his
horse meat.  He was out in the yard, shirtless and sweaty.

	`Hey Dano, good to see you. ` The broad smile told me everything I
needed to know. `Thought something might have scared you away.

	`Not at all.' I told him. `I just wanted to return these to Dug.'
I'd been holding half a dozen movies at crotch level and held them out to
him.

	`Dug won't be back for a couple of hours but go ahead and put them
in his room. ` His eyes noted the obvious bulge in my shorts. `Hang around
if you want. `

	I sprinted up the stairs, dropping my clothes on the floor in Dug's
room but walked down the hall to Mr. M's room. I sprawled across the bed,
arms behind my head. I closed my eyes trying to think about anything but
sex, my cock was already rock hard and leaking.  I hoped I wouldn't have to
wait long, I was anxious to drain my balls.

	I smelled him standing next to the bed before I opened my eyes.  He
stood there, mute while he traced a finger down the bulging vein of my
dick. I couldn't stop the gasp as his baggy shorts dropped to the
floor. Underneath he wore tight, tight white boxers that left nothing to
the imagination. He was as hard as I was.

	`So you like the taste of man-spunk?' He purred.

	I couldn't talk, I just nodded. He twirled his finger in the pool
of jizz in my belly and stuck it between my lips. I eagerly sucked his
finger while my body involuntary spasmed when I felt his long, thick
fingers surround my sack. My shaft jumped up at a forty-five degree angle
then he quickly released it. My horny stalk slapped loudly against my tight
belly. He coated his finger again and I early sucked it.

	`I was about your age when I started eating my own juice. I'd wake
up, hands on my crotch. Damn there isn't anything better than morning
wood. Half awake, half asleep I'd pound my rod then shoot off into a
plastic baggy.' His words were enflaming me more. `I'd shove it in the back
of the freezer then take it out at night. I'd put a little bit right here,
` he covered his finger again and smeared a huge glob under my nose. I
inhaled and groaned. Then suck on my cum-sickle while I pumped out a huge
load.'

	`You like when I talk nasty to you?' He asked. Again I just nodded
yes.

	`Then one of my college buddies taught me a new trick. I wasn't
good at doing laundry and one week I wore the same jockstrap 3 or 4 days in
a row. `His voice was hypnotic, slowly stroking my inner thighs. `I took it
off one night and tossed it on top of the pile of clothes I was going to
take home for my mom to do. I was just nodding off when I heard my roommate
get out of bed and watched him pick up the jock and dive back into bed. He
threw back the covers, put that stinking jock over his face and starting
jerking off like a mad man. Didn't take him long before he blew his wad
into the cup of my jock then flung it back onto the pile. My ass was out of
bed the second I knew he was asleep. I was already sporting a stiffer but I
got even harder when I smelled then tasted the sweat and cum covered
jock. Didn't take long before I went over the edge adding my load to the
cup.'

	`So tell me Dano boy, how long does it usually take you to rod up
again after you shoot your load?' He asked me.

	`A couple of hours,' I replied. `Depends on how many times I jacked
off and how horny I am that day.' I told him.

	`I know you're just about ready to blow and I have something for
you that's going to help you along.' He said with a wicked grin. `I don't
think it'll take even an hour for you to get another boner.  My guess is
the second you wrap your lips around my horny daddy dick you'll be raring
to go again.'

	I didn't say anything, just looked at his monster meat. A wet
circle had spread at the head, the smooth mushroomed cap throbbed under the
tight material. He reached for the drawer of the nightstand. I had some
idea of what was going to come out.

	`I blew a huge fucking load into this,' he said holding up a
stained jockstrap to his nose `after listening to you ream out my son's
asshole last week and you spewed your sweet boy cream all over your
face. You can probably still taste the load I blew last night thinking
about all the things I was going to do to you once I got my hands on you.'

	He dropped the jock onto my face the same time his fingers gripped
my balls.

	`Oh fuck, oh fuck.' The smell of the jock was over powering. I
grabbed my shaft and started to pump. `I need to cum, fuck, I'm going
shoot!' I screamed and erupted like a fire hose. I'd never had an orgasm so
intense I almost passed out. I'm not sure how many times I shot but it
seemed like it wouldn't end. I felt his fingers tightly surround the base
of my shaft but my eyes flew open as he devoured my tender dick and
sucked. I bucked one final time shot one last blast down his throat.

	`Fuck, boy,' he said as he lapped up a mouthful of spooge off my
belly, `Your balls must be drained. ` He raked a few fingers across my
shoulder and offered the spunk covered digits to me. I gladly sucked on
them clean.

	`You're getting me real horned up, Dano boy.' He stood up, dropped
he shorts and wagged his dribbling fuck-meat at me.  I leaned up and licked
and licked the huge mushroom cap. He pulled back. `Much as I want to shove
this down your throat I want your tongue up my ass. Time you tasted hot,
sweaty man hole.

	He shoved me down on the bed and with feet on either side of my
shoulder he lowered his spread cheeks onto my face. The smell, at first was
overwhelming. Dugan tasted fresh and sweet. Mr. M was all man. He bounced
slowly up and down on my eager tongue, his hug balls slapping against my
forehead.

	`See Dano,' I heard him say. `Didn't take long at all.'

	I felt his lips around my still tender cock-knob then slowly slide
down half the length of my rigid prick. I tongue fucked him harder, trying
to reach around to stroke his cock. He abruptly stood up and swiveled
around facing me, knelt, his huge thighs hugging my sides. He wrapped his
hands around my head and looked me in the eyes. Closer and closer until his
lips met mine. Our tongues dueled briefly until he pulled back.

	`Dano, Dano.' He cooed. `You don't know how long I've waited for
this. My left nut is aching which always means I'm gonna cream like a
race-horse. You ready to suck my big, fat, daddy dick and take my cum-load
down your sweet mouth? `

	I don't know who was more ready, him or me. I had just blasted one
of the biggest wads I could remember but was suddenly sex starved. All I
could see was his dick, fat, hard and throbbing for my mouth.  I opened my
mouth and swallowed the big head. I rolled my tongue around the smooth
skin, savoring the oily secretions coating my mouth. He slowly started to
push himself forward. I had almost his entire thick stem down my throat
when I felt like I was going to choke. I grabbed his fuzzy butt checks and
he stopped. I wasn't having a problem with the length it was the girth

	`Hey baby,' he said softly while pulling out of my stuffed
maw. `Put out your tongue. I wanna see my knob resting on your tongue.

	I stuck it out and he laid the fat tube on my tongue. He stroked
himself from just under the head to the base. I felt a gush of hot, syrupy
goo slide down my throat. I leaned forward and we started again. He started
to slowly fuck my face, each lunge pushing another ¼ inch of his mammoth
meat into my mouth. I reached up between his legs and gripped his ball bag
tightly in my left hand, crushing his left nut into my palm.

	`Of fuck, you are going make me shoot. `He pleaded with me but then
added, `Yeah, play with those hairy balls, feel that load boiling, ready to
cream down your throat.'

	I tugged again and he picked up the pace. I knew he was edging, not
wanting the pleasure to end. My right hand snaked between his legs, up and
down his sweaty ass-crack. I grazed his hole with a finger and his entire
body shuddered. By then I was swallowing most of his cock and I knew he
couldn't hold back much longer. The next time I yanked his ball bag down I
shoved a finger up his ass and hit pay dirt.

	`Holy shit,' he yelled. `Mother of fucking mercy, baby you just hit
the magic button.  Fuck yeah, gonna cum. Get ready cause you are gonna get
the biggest, hottest daddy load...fuck, fuck, fuck.'

	The huge cum cannon filled my throat even more when I suddenly felt
the first bullets of nut sauce fly. I managed to swallow as much as I could
until I started to gag.  He pulled out and started to fist his spewing rod,
I pushed my finger up his hole as far as I could and got rewarded with a
face full of steaming cum honey. Before he finished his climax he rolled
over on his back, pulled me on top of his and our lips found each
other. His tongue scoured my mouth find every last drop of his juice all
the while pumping against me to drain the last of his juices.  He grabbed
my ass and ground against me, hard and furious. Which was doing a number on
me.

	`Daddy,' I whispered just before I jammed my tongue in his ear. I
got a loud rumble in return. `Daddy, I'm horny again, I gotta bust a nut.'
I got another rumble as I start to inch up his prone body.

	I stopped when the damp, sweat and jizz soaked hair on his belly
curled around my now over-sensitive boner. He grabbed my butt and pulled me
to him as I ground into his abdomen. He leaned up and sucked in my right
tit while fingers twisted and pulled on left tit. Another new experience
for me and I went wild fucking his gut. He switched off, just as he bit my
left tit I lost it. I pulled back and stroked myself. I blew another
healthy geyser in the air. He pulled me to him, mouth on mine as the spasms
subsided. He rolled us around and around on his bed.

	`Baby doll, `he finally said pushing me gently away. `I gotta take
a break. And I really need some water.'

	He got up and started for the hall. I fingered my limp member
watching the mounds of his bubble butt. I got up slowly, my legs were
almost like jelly, I was totally spent. Down in the kitchen he opened the
fridge and handed me a bottle of water.

	`Do you always have a hair trigger?' He asked my with that wicked
grin he cupped my balls.

	`No, `I replied with a slight edge to my voice. `But I've been
fantasizing about for you're a few years and it's just...' I couldn't
finish. `You were married for a long time, you go both ways?'

	`Yeah but I lean towards men. My wife and I rarely had sex after
Dugan was born. `He told me matter-of-factly. Then scooped me into my arms
and kissed me. `But I can't ever pass up a sweet piece of meat like you.'

	I looked up at him, somehow hurt by his words. 'Is that what I am,
MR. M? A piece of meat to you?'

	`Never, Danny and you know better than that.' He flicked his tongue
around my neck..  `And you're old enough to call me Nate.' He pulled me
close, his hands kneading my butt cheeks. `You have the sweetest ass and I
can't wait to get my dick up there.'

	`In your dreams. There is no way I can take that colossal cock up
my tight little chute.` I was getting cocky. `So you're only daddy in the
bedroom?'

	`And the living room sofa, then den, the stairs, the kitchen
table. This isn't something I want to share with Dug right now.' He held me
tighter. `And don't think I won't have your ass before too long. `

	`I need to get cleaned up. We both reek of sex, man sex.'

	`Yeah,' giving me that raunchy leer again, `isn't it great. Give me
all kinds of ideas.' His fingers played around my tits.

	God, he was sexy, handsome and such a smooth talker. `Well, you're
son is going to be home soon and I don't think we want him finding us like
this.'

	He didn't say a word just grabbed my hand and led me back upstairs
into the bathroom attached to his room. The cool water felt great, his
strong hands soaping me up felt even better. As we rinsed off I dropped to
my knees and had his soft cock in my mouth. Even flaccid he was big. He
yanked me to my feet, beefy arms surrounded me and his lips found mine once
more.

	`Daddy isn't sixteen, he needs a few more hours to recharge.' I
loved the guttural crooning in his voice.

	`I want to spend the night with you.' I told him matter-of-factly.

	`With Dug in the house? Can't happen yet.' I knew he was
right. `Let me thing about it and I'll come up with something.

	We dressed quietly and went onto the patio to enjoy the cooling
evening air. He pulled out a beer and with little reservation offered me
one. Dugan came home shortly after that.

	`He gets beer and I don't?' He asked his dad.

	`Grab one if you want, I'm in a generous mood. I'm also hungry for
Italian, Danny I'll call your mom.'

	`What happened to him?' Dug asked me. His dad was usually strict on
a lot of different levels.  `He's usually only this happy when he gets
laid. Maybe Mrs. Neilson finally put out for him.

	I just shrugged and headed out the door for home.

	Nate picked up me and mom half an hour later after I showered again
and changed clothes. We went to our favorite Italian restaurant. Halfway
through the meal I felt a nudge in my crotch. We were seated in a booth
against the wall and I knew no one would be able to see what was going on
underneath. I leaned into the table, my left elbow resting casually on the
table and reached under the draped tablecloth to feel a naked foot rubbing
my crotch. I pulled my shorts down and tucked them under my balls. The foot
pressed into my bared erection.

	`Again?' Nate said out of the blue.

	`What?' both Dug and my mom asked.

	`Sorry, I was thinking about work.' Nate quickly said. `And talking
about work, I think I need a break. I was thinking about taking a long
weekend next week. I called earlier today and I can get a cabin starting
Thursday. You boys interested?' He looked at Dug then me. I tried not to
smile, so glib.

	`Dad, I'd really like to but...' Dug was waffling. `I have plans
for next weekend.'

	My mom cut in. `Yes, I know about your plans. Amy's mother called
me to make sure you weren't a psycho. I assured her you were a perfect
gentleman so I expect you won't disappoint me.'

	`I really need to get away. You in with me Danny? Carla, you okay
with just the two of us taking off for the a few days?' I could see the
glint in his eyes. My dick was dripping and I rubbed the juice around his
big toe.

	`Sure, if mom is okay with it I'm wouldn't mind going to the
mountains.' I pressed his heal against my left nut.

	Half an hour later I was in my room checking my email and cruising
some of the porn sites I could access. My IM popped up, a message from
BigDickedDaddy. The stream started...

	`Next weekend your ass has a date with my dick.'

	`Again?' Really, I'm young, hung and full of cum.'

	`You can pack a bag but don't plan on wearing any clothes, I want
you naked.'

	`How about a jockstrap?' This time I had the wicked smirk.

	It was a few minutes before I got a response. `You little
imp. Where is it?'

	`Wrapped around my stiff dick waiting for daddy to tell me when I
can beat off and fill it full of hot, young boy cream.'

	`When I get my hands on you I'm gonna throw you across my lap and
spank that pretty whit butt of your until its bright red.  Then, I already
have the dildo picked out I'm gonna fuck you with until your screaming to
empty your nuts. Then I'm gonna fuck your ass.

	Oh shit, I'm so fucking hard and leaking like crazy.

	DON'T cum yet. You wanna know what's gonna happen after I fuck your
asshole raw and shoot my daddy load up your hole?

	I woke up with a start, realizing when and where I was. And thought
about the banker wearing my boxers sporting a stiff pecker. Not gay my Aunt
Fanny. I decided to have some fun with him. I had errands to run and added
one more stop, Sports Authority. I bought a new classic white Bike
jockstrap. I stopped for lunch and slipped into the men's room at the
restaurant to put on the jock.

	As we got ready for bed that night my other half asked why was I
wearing a jock to bed, usually I sleep in the nude. I told him about my
adventure at the bank and was going to give the poor guy a special
treat. My honey was not only amused but also horny. I felt grow hard
against my thigh. We ended the evening my favorite way with him slowly
feeding me his fat Italian sausage.

	I woke late the next morning after one of the best night's sleep in
a while. I slipped the jockstrap off my morning wood and pulled out the
cum-stained jock from the drawer. I wrapped it around my stiffer. I mauled
my balls, pressing the left egg between my fingers. I didn't last more than
a few minutes, I was too ready to get off. With one final yank I exploded,
my hot cum filled the course pouch.

	I went to the kitchen and slipped each jockstrap into a plastic
baggy. They went into a manila envelope marked with the banker's name as
Personal and Confidential. Running errands later that morning I stopped by
the bank. Garth wasn't at his desk so I just dropped the envelope and left.