Date: Thu, 7 Oct 1999 10:54:50 -0700 (PDT)
From: Orrin Rush <orrinrush@yahoo.com>
Subject: Corporate Headquarters, part 2

Disclaimer:  The folling story is a description of
actual
events.  Names and places have been changed.  If
you are offended by descriptions of homosexual acts
or man/man relations, what in the hell are you doing
here?

Safe sexual practices are NOT observed in this story.
That is not reality.  Don't take chances.

CORPORATE HEADQUARTERS

Copyright c 1999 by Orrin C. Rush.  All rights
reserved.

Neither this story nor any parts of it may be
distributed
electronically or in any other  manner without the
express, written consent of the author.  All rights
are
retained.

THE WEEKEND

Rick had obviously gone home to change
before coming over, and no doubt had packed
extra clothes in the hopes that I would invite him
to stay for the whole weekend.

No games, I chided myself.  "You want to spend
the weekend?" I asked.

"I was hoping you'd ask me to," he answered.

"Go get your stuff while I make us a drink," I
said, smiling knowingly.

He returned with a big gym bag which he put in
the bedroom, then sat down beside me.

He looked good in clothes, almost as good as
he did without them.  A polo shirt showed off his
chest, but wasn't so tight as to be blatant.  The
chino pants displayed his narrow hips and tight
butt to perfection.  They showed a hint of the
goodies in the front, but didn't flaunt.  I liked the
way he dressed.  Hot!

"Wanna fuck now and eat later or eat now and
fuck later?" I asked.

My direct approach made him choke on his
drink.  When he recovered, he said, laughing,
"Let's take it slow and do both.  Horny fucker
aren't you!"

"Ain't had any since you were here a week ago,"
I drawled.

"Me either," he said.

I took him in my arms for the first kiss of the
evening.  I just brushed his lips then rested my
chin on his shoulder.  He felt good there.

When we broke the hug, he stood and moved
across the room, out of reach.  "You're not
going to torture me again tonight," he said,
starting to strip.

The shirt came off over his head, then looking
me directly in the eyes, he undid his pants and
slowly lowered them.  Kicking off his shoes,
then pulling off his socks.  He picked up his
clothes and tossed them onto a chair.

Before returning to sit with me, he carefully
pointed his still soft dick upward inside his
jockeys.  Once he was seated, my hand was
on it immediately, gently caressing the long tube
through the fabric.

He didn't waste any time, and had his hand
inside my shorts.  I wasn't wearing any
underwear so he had my bare, hard dick in his
hand.

White jockeys are sexy, and are fun to look at
and dream about, but when my hands are on
them, I don't want anything between me and
what's under them.  Rick raised up and I pulled
them off.  His cock, still not completely hard
flopped over onto his thigh.

My fingers lightly danced up and down the shaft
and down to his balls which he had shaved
since he was here before.  They felt soft and
hung loosely, relaxed. While I played with him,
he unzipped me and got my shorts off.

Sitting angled toward each other, both with a
cock in our hands, we both lightly caressed the
other, exploring, gently stimulating, giving
pleasure.

Leaning over, he gave me a lingering kiss, and
when he leaned back, said "I could do this all
night, it feels so good."

"Mmmmm, me too," I said.

We moved closer, his arm went around me,
and his leg went over my thigh.  Our arms were
entangled, getting at each others dicks.  To an
observer, the position must have looked very
awkward, but to us, it was comfortable.

This was a part of Rick that I really liked.  No
rush, no urgency, taking our time to enjoy the
sensuality of touch.  Beads of precum would
form, be gently removed by a finger that would
then find its way to our respective mouths.

We enjoyed, occasionally moaning, or tingling
when a particularly sensitive spot was touched.

The sun was going down and the setting was
terribly romantic.  I basked in it.

After it went down and darkness fell, Rick
pushed me back and leaned down to lick my
cock.  Long strokes from the base to the tip, all
around, pushed my level of arousal up fast, but
making me want his cock in my mouth too.

I maneuvered around so I could get at him.
Two cocks, two mouths and two tongues
started making music.  We licked, we sucked,
we stroked saliva lubricated skin with our
fingers, lingering, savoring.  I took it slow as
long as I could, but the dual stimulation of his
hot dick in my mouth, and his wonderful
manipulations of my own dick soon had me
totally engrossed in some serious cock
worship with my mouth.

I didn't tease, I didn't back off to give him a
chance to slow down.  I wanted his load as fast
as I could get it.  He bucked and fucked my
face and I gave him everything I had.  I felt him
tense, then the flood began.  As before, he was
sweet and I backed off his dick enough so that I
could enjoy the taste.

He barely let up on my cock while he was
convulsing.  Those sensations, which I could
now concentrate on plus his still spasming dick
in my mouth set me off too.  It seemed like I kept
cumming and kept on cumming forever.

Soft cocks slid out of cum filled mouths.  Back in
his arms, our kiss, mixing cum, made the
descent so sweet.

After dinner, both still naked, we turned on the TV
and channel surfed.   We ended up watching an
Australian Soccer game.  Rick was following the
game and I was following the tight butts of the
gorgeous guys playing.

Rick's arm was around my shoulder, and I felt
very content and secure, but frustrated.  Here was
a beautiful sexy man, a consummate lover,
sitting  next to me who I couldn't really have.  He
had someone else that he would soon return to.
There was no future here, which hurt.

The mental tug-of-war was short, thankfully, and I
concluded that the best thing to do was relax and
enjoy.  I wasn't ready to talk to him about my
feelings - yet.

Might as well start enjoying, I thought, and
reached for the long soft cock laying across his
leg.  I played with it gently, running my fingers up
and down the length then under to gently
massage his big balls.  When he was fully hard,
I leaned over to get a closer look.  The shaft
was veined but they weren't too prominent.  The
head was a perfect cap, flaring out over the
shaft, tapering to the piss slit.  I'd guess a little
over eight inches.  With effort, I restrained
myself from taking him into my mouth.  That
would come later.

He wasn't ignoring me either.  He licked his
finger and massaged that hot spot on the back
of my dick just under the head.  Too much of
that stimulation and I would be shooting all over
both of us.

"Ready for bed?" he asked.

I nodded.

"I want to make love to you all night," he said.

"Mmmmmm," I murmured, "give me a minute,
then come on in."

I turned back the bed covers, and lit a few
candles.  Might as well make the most of the
situation, I thought.  The drapes were open, and
the lights of the city sparkled below.

As we lay side by side, he asked "Would you
like to fuck me tonight?"

"Not particularly," I told him, "you do an
awesome job."

"Actually, I was just being polite.  I've only been
fucked once, and didn't particularly enjoy it," he
said.  "But you sure seem to."

"Oh yes, with the right partner it can be
wonderful," I said.  "Where did you learn how to
be so good?"

"I spent some time with an older guy before I
got married, and he showed me how to please
HIM.  I learned that giving someone else real
pleasure makes it a better experience for me.
Selfish yes, but it works both ways," he said.

"Quit talking about it and fuck me, big boy," I
said.

He took a long time getting me ready.  By the
time he got into position to enter me, I was
begging.  I NEEDED his cock in my ass.

His strokes were long and slow.  My own cock
would soften because of the intense sensations
elsewhere, then harden again.

I was gasping as he would bring me to the
edge, but then back off and we'd start the uphill
climb all over again.  I lost track of how many
times this happened.

I'm afraid that I was so wrapped up in my own
pleasure that I wasn't paying much attention to
how close he was getting, so I asked.

"Anytime, just say the word," he said, smiling.

The next time he brought me to the edge, I
mumbled "go for it."

He did, shifting into high gear.  The race was on.
Long hard fast strokes made the waves of
intense sensation wash over me, and I lost
control.  The short strokes pushed both of us
over.

I held him close to me as his dick spasmed out
the final shots of cum.

We slept late.

After breakfast, we headed for the pool.  Rick
didn't seem to be concerned about being
"seen" and I certainly didn't mind being in the
company of such a hot stud.

We swam a little, but mostly just soaked up the
sun and talked.  There weren't many people
around, so we had enough privacy to talk about
anything.

Rick told me a lot about himself, particularly his
sexuality.  He considered himself bisexual, but,
from what he said, I got the impression that he
really preferred sex with men.  His problem, he
said, was opportunity.

He also made it clear that he "liked" being
married, even though the sex wasn't that hot,
and he intended to stay that way.

Having him admit this made our relationship
clear to me.  I would be the recipient of his
favors when convenient.  It was a total dead
end, but felt pretty good to me when we were
able to get together.

It was time for some ground rules.

"OK, Rick," I said, "let's be honest about what's
going on here.  I think we both enjoy having sex
together, but you're married and I'm
relationship oriented myself.  What I'm looking
for is a regular boyfriend, a lover, not an
occasional fuck.  You, I believe, are looking for
sex and no more."

"I enjoy your company a lot, too," he said.

"Well and good, but there's no future for me.  I
don't want to be the "other man", at your beck
and call whenever you feel horny and want to
get off.  So, I have to ask that you never call me
and want to rush over and fuck.  The only times
we'll get together is when we make a "date" in
advance."

"I can live with that," he said.

"Also," I continued, "at some point, either of us
will get tired of the whole thing, or I might meet
someone else.  That'll be the end of it.  We
walk away, and no more contact.  All I ask is
that we let each other know when this happens."

"I can live with that too," he said.  "Anything else?"

"Nope," I said.

The sun always makes me horny, so when we
got back upstairs, I put it as delicately as I knew
how.  "Let's fuck," I said.

We were both ready and I, at least, knew what I
wanted.  I wanted him to pound the hell out of
my ass.

I should have been a little sore after more than
an hour of fucking the night before, but I wasn't.  I
was using him for my pleasure, but he was an
eager participant.

I also think, after our talk, that he wanted to give
me special pleasure so that I'd want more.

His long strokes had me panting, and every
time the rim of his cock would slide past my
prostate, I let out an involuntary gasp.  Seeing
my reaction, he concentrated on it.  Gauging the
depth, he found my gland and just rubbed the
head of his cock back and forth on it.  Slowly at
first, then faster and faster until it felt like his
dick
was vibrating.

For me, the sensations were incredible.  My
arms were flailing, my whole body was
twitching, and I was caught up in a high I had
never experienced before.  I was hovering on
the edge of orgasm, seemingly unable to go
forward to completion or back.

Usually, I could tiptoe along the edge for a few
seconds, then fall over, but this was continuing.
It felt wonderful, granted, but was fast becoming
torture.

"Stop," I begged.  Evidently he thought I was
kidding because he continued.

"Fuck or pull out," I demanded.  "Stop what
you're doing, NOW!"

He saw I was serious and went back to longer
strokes.

Nothing happened.  I stayed on the brink.  I was
stuck there.

Seeing me still flailing, gasping and my whole
body spasming, he said "Let it go.  Go for it!"

Trying to help me, he sped up, fucking me
really hard and fast.

Nothing changed.

"Pull out," I begged.

He did, but still, even without any stimulation, I
teetered on the brink.  I couldn't go anywhere
and my body was totally out of control.

It wasn't pleasure any more, and that started
scaring the hell out of me.  Rick too.

I just lay there an twitched.  Funny in retrospect,
but definitely not at the time it was happening.

I was in total sensory overload.  The line
between pleasure and pain had been crossed
and I wasn't enjoying it one damned bit.

Neither of us had any idea what to do, and real
fear was beginning to show on Rick's face.  I
can only imagine how I looked, writhing there
on the bed.

"Do you think a shower would help?" he asked.

"I can't move," I answered.

"I can help you, carry you if I have to," he said.

"We can try," I said.

After starting the shower, he came back to half
carry, half drag me in.  My body was still out of
control and he had a hard time holding me up.

The water was warm at first, but he turned it down
until it was straight cold water spraying on us.

A few minutes of this, and I started to relax.  I got
a little control over my body, and was able to
stand by myself.  Rick stepped out of the
freezing spray but didn't let go of me.

My spasms turned to shivers, and I felt a little
better, but these new sensations were still
going through my body.  It wasn't over yet, but
I couldn't take any more of that cold water.

Rick helped me dry off and got me back to bed.
The wild twitches and spasms had subsided
with only occasional stabs that made me jerk.

The sensations I was feeling weren't coming
from any particular place, they came from all
over.  No doubt mental.

Rick tried to be solicitous, but I could tell he was
scared shitless and it was pretty obvious that
he wanted to get the hell out of there as fast as
he could.  He put his street clothes on.

By now I was sufficiently coherent to think about
what was happening.  I felt like I had to cum, but
didn't know how to make it happen.  At least I
had regained control over body movements
except for the occasional spasm.

I sat up, then stood without assistance.

"Are you going to be OK?" Rick almost begged.

"I'll make it, I think," I answered.

"Maybe I'd better go," he said.  "I'll call you
later."

"Bye, Rick," I said, knowing I'd never hear from
him again.  The sonofabitch wasn't willing to
stick around long enough to make sure I was
going to be all right.

I got back in bed after I heard the front door
close.

Somewhere along the line, I had heard about the
Kundalini experience where the pleasure
doesn't stop, sometimes for months, driving
some people over the edge - mentally.  I wasn't
particularly eager to experience that!

I still felt like I was on the edge, just about to
cum.
Maybe, if I could have an orgasm from other
stimulation, I could break the cycle.  It was worth
a try.

I knew one of my favorite videos was in the VCR,
so I grabbed the remote and the lube.  By
concentrating, maybe I could do it.

My dick had shriveled, but pepped up a little
when I grabbed it and lubed it up.  The
gorgeous dicks on the screen distracted me
enough from the inner feelings to feel the manual
stimulation on my dick.

I concentrated.  And pounded.  No playing
around, and the objective neared, then
happened.

By usual standards, it was not a very intense
orgasm, but I was sure pleased.

I still felt kind of shaky inside, and that didn't go
away for several days, but in the meantime, I
slept. A lot.

Author's note:  This was a true experience.  I'm
not qualified to explain what happened or offer
advice on how to prevent it from happening to
others.  All I can say is: be careful and know your
partner.  There can be too much of a good thing.

As I continue in my profession, maybe there will
be other, more pleasant, experiences to write
about, OR, I could use my imagination.

Your feedback is important.  Let me know what
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