From: an178671@anon.penet.fi
Reply-To: an178671@anon.penet.fi
Date: Tue, 16 May 1995 07:24:48 UTC
Subject: The Boss's Son (M/m)

                             THE BOSS' SON

It was one of "those" Monday mornings -- Sunday's beer bust at
Griff's had wild and wet with 501's never having a change to stay
dry, and it continued way too late Sunday evening at Larry's
apartment in Hollywood.

It being one of "those" Monday's the last thing I needed was to
find a memo in the middle of my desk from the boss.  It seems that
"little Markie" was going to be joining the staff for the summer,
his first summer home from college.

What I remember about "little Markie", the few times I had seen him
at company funtions.  He also had a voice that
changed octaves with every other word.  Just the type of person I
needed to baby sit for the summer.

I called Tim, my boy friday, and told him to set up appointments
with the other department heads for 20 minutes intervals ---
hopefully I could dump him off on someone else for the summer---

I had bearly gotten my morning after kit out when the intercom
rang, Tim said the Mark was in the outer office.  I could tell from
Tim voice that something was up but my head and stomach needed
attention.   I told him to have Mark wait---I took the aspirin,
Pepto and multivitamin, and prayed that they would take effect
soon.

After a few minutes of misery I told Tim to send Mark in ---
what walked thur the door was not "little Markie"----where he went
I could have cared less-----

Mark held out his hand, saying good morning, and hoping he wasn't
going to be an inconvience to me----

Hell at that point I could have cared less whether he was or not...

Before me stood a 6"4", 200 lbs, long wavy hair, close cropped
beard and mustached, buffed out MAN!!!!

After a moment to get my breath, I asked him to sit down and
found out what he had been doing the last few years.

Tim came in with coffee, which I needed...

It seems that Mark had gone out for track and foorballhis first year, 
and was working out two or three times a week in the gym at school.....

Our conversation was cut short because his first appointment was
at hand........

Six appointment later and many cups of coffee I had giving him the
cooks tour of the company with the exception of the newly installed
gym, the boss had ripped out six offices in the back and put in a
gym , changing room, shower and bathroom, a great tax write off.

As we headed for the gym I mentioned the need to take a much needed
piss after all that coffee, Mark said he had to go too.

as we enter the gym I went to the bathroom on the left next to the
shower, we stood at the urinals, and I got my first look at what
was making the bulge in his pants, it was a good seven inches of
cut meat, just hanging there.....being piss shy is not one of my
problems but this morning it just wasn't happening.....so I flushed
the urinal and asked Mark what he thought of the company so
far.....

    Well...Mark turns away from the urinal to answer me...just as he
did his stream started....right down the side of my pants....
the expression on his face as classic, you know that look when you
have really fucked up and the whole world knows it.

Fuck you kid...  I thought and turned and let loose a stream right
on his cock, soaking his pants with it...

     That seven inches was standing up in a flash...the next thing I
knew was Mark was on his knees with the head of my cock in his
mouth, giving it a nice tongue bath...

He opened his mouth and I could make out the word "Please" around
the head of my cock...

I gave him what he wanted the rest of my piss and he took it like
a baby after mothers milk....when the stream tapered off... 
he started to suck my cock...

I had to stop him... or it would have been over before I had a
change to explore him....

I suggested that we get out of our wet pants and hang them to
dry...what a sight him standing there with 7" sticking out of his
jockeys, shirt and tie, shoes ....with that I went to the gym door
and locked it.

I stood there just drinking in all 6'4" of Mark.  It seems he had
some a lot of growing up in the last few years and a lot of
discovery of himself and his sexuality.

I walked over to him and took a hold of his tie and lead him over
to the press bench--his eyes were pleading, asking, begging---
I sat down and turned him across my knees-- the white covered butt
sticking up in the air, I caressed those cheeks--whack, whack--Mark
moaned, saying "more, more".... I pulled his shorts down--what a
view two lily white mounts with a red hand print in the center of
each---my cock was rock hard and sticking into his stomach--feeling
each mount followed by a quick smack---this went on for a half and
hour---pre-cum leaking all over Mark stomach---his 7" was dripping
his down my legs..

I stood him up and unbuttoned his shirt---his pecs fit the rest of
his body--those workouts were paying off real nice---I pinched each
tit they quickly harden..  Mark just stood there - his whole body
seemed to beg for more -- to be used -- to give pleasure to another
man.

I ripped his white jockeys off him -- what a surprise--  there
wasn't a pubes in sight - even his balls were smooth -- I asked him
about his clean shaven state --  he said that the guys on the track
team felt it took time off their time to be clean shaven,  it also
felt good having the silk of their running shorts rubbing against
their cock and balls.

I grabbed that 7" hunk of meat and slowly started to lick the head
and shaft ....  Mark's hips bucked trying to stuff his meat into
my mouth  --  but that would have to wait -- I turned him around
and spread his checks -- his hairless rose bud looked at me  --
just waiting to be licked---I rimmed the hell out of his ass--his
moans were loud and long...Mark was in seventh heaven...

I stood up and rammed my cock up his ass with one lunge ===   Mark
keep saying "yes, please, more-fuck me!!!"
I plowed this boy a new ass hole- grabbing his pecs - pinching his
tits.

If Mark was in seventh heaven---I was heading for eleventh and the
point of no return--pulling out of that tight as was fucking hard
to do--- BUT ---

As I shot all over his back and legs  Mark unloaded all over the
bench, the floor and himself..

Time for the showers -- and back to work?????

It was one hell of a summer with daily workouts...

Mark went back to school that fall but had a regular visitor for
weekends and stayed with me went he came home for vacations.

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