Date: Tue, 16 Aug 2016 17:57:25 -0700
From: Ernie Freuler <strokebudaz@gmail.com>
Subject: Busted By The Boss

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Busted by the Boss
By strokebudaz@gmail.com

On the first day of my 3-day weekend away from work, I answered a
craigslist ad from some local married guy who wanted to explore m2m sex. He
was looking for someone who could host (of course), and preferably another
married/bi dude, maybe just sit and jack together watching porn.

He wrote in his ad, "I dream of being naked with hairy, blue-collar men
over 30. Can you help make my dream come true?" I invited him to my place
to join me jacking to hot porn, and I included a few good shots of me
naked, stroking my thick, hard, shining greasy 6" cut dick and yanking my
large balls. I have a full beard, mostly dark brown with some gray,
especially around my chin. My body is very hairy from my neck to my knees,
over my shoulders, down my back and across my ass. His reply was almost
immediate.

`Fuck yeah, dude! Can you text me?' which was followed by his number. We
exchanged a few more texts. He said his name was Jerry, and I told him
mine. I asked if he `parTyed', and he said yes. I had favors and a pipe,
but he said he preferred to slam, which I allowed. I gave him my address,
and told him to come over. After about a minute he replied simply '20-30
minutes.'

I blew some good clouds, getting a nice buzz going, as I put together a
playlist of some of my favorite videos on my laptop. I connected my 1TB
external hard drive to my flat screen TV in the living room, and after a
few clicks, the room was filled with the moans, groans, sucking and
slurping of men stroking hard cocks dripping with lube, precum and
spit. The hi-def video displayed a sweaty, horny group of masculine,
muscled, tattooed men making out, tongues and mouths battling for
dominance. Hairy faces and hairy asses being invaded by swollen, thick hard
cocks.

I stripped off my shorts, greasing my growing cock, and slipped a favorite
silicone cockring over it to the base. I put on a gray cotton jockstrap,
sat in my favorite recliner at a good angle to the TV, and began pawing my
body, my eyes closed, mouth open, moaning quietly. My hands ran across my
furry chest, pinching and flicking each nipple. They moved down across my
hairy belly, then I began kneading the pouch stretched to contain my hard
cock.

While waiting for Jerry, I got a call from a fuck buddy, Thom, who wanted
to know if I had enough `G' to sell him $20. I said I did, and he said he'd
be over in an hour or so. I explained about my craigslist hookup, but told
him to come by, and maybe be able to play, at least for a bit. He agreed
and we ended the call. I returned to watching the video, this one a hidden
spycam shot in a gym shower/locker room. Various guys soaping up, stroking
their hard cocks, showing off for the other men in the shower, and to the
guys getting dressed or undressed at the lockers.

30 minutes later, I heard a truck pull into my carport and the engine turn
off. A door opened, closed, and then a moment later, a knock on the front
door. Wearing just my jock, which was getting soaked with sweat and precum,
I opened the door wide and said, `Howdy!'

Jerry jumped back in surprise and shock, and looked me up and down.
`H-h-hi. I'm Jerry.' I shook his offered hand, pulling him inside with
me. I glanced at his truck before closing the door. It was a white pickup
truck, with ladder racks and chrome toolboxes along the sides. A regional
HVAC company logo adorned the passenger side door panel.

He followed behind me to the large couch that faced the TV. I sat down,
leaned back, my knees spread wide. I patted the space next to me and said,
`C'mon, relax.' He joined me, and began watching the action on the TV
screen. A new video started.

3 men, 2 white men, one black, all in their 30's, obviously well built,
even under the tailored suits and ties they wore, were looking bored,
sitting side by side at a table while another man, also in an expensive
suit, was giving some type of sales talk. He was maybe 10 years older than
the other men, with a handsome face, a perfectly trimmed, thick silver
mustache and military style flat top haircut. He turned around and bent
over to retrieve something from a briefcase on the floor, displaying to the
other men a hard, sculpted ass in a pair of light cotton slacks. All 3 men
at the table looked shocked and aroused. Looking back and forth at each
other, smiling, they all reach under the table and begin groping and
rubbing their bulging baskets, quickly getting their dicks hard, tenting
the expensive Italian made slacks. While the speaker turns back around and
continues his monotonous lecture, the three others have taken the next step
and are pawing and groping and rubbing each other's massive hardons.

Jerry was obviously nervous, but also very excited, looking from the TV to
me. I tried to get him more relaxed through casual chat. `So, playing
hookey from work today?' I had brought out a few bottles of water, and I
picked one up from the table next to me, He accepted it, thanking me, and
took a swallow.

`Not really. My boss lets me use the work truck to drive around the area
checking on the different projects we have going. I told him I'd stop by a
couple spots, but that I had a meeting with my son's teacher at his school
during lunch.' On the video, the older man had seen the other 3 with their
dicks out under the table, and was now on his knees with the other men
around him, as he sucked each of their thick bobbing fuckpoles. The three
men were making out with each other, as they loosened their ties,
unbuttoned their shirts and began desperately grabbing, squeezing and
massaging each others muscular chests, arms and asses.

`Did you still want to slam?' I asked, reaching over to the table where I
had a small bag of translucent white chunks. He nodded, and I retrieved a
decent rock from the bag, setting it on a folded blue Post-it. He pulled a
small case from his back pocket and proceeded to load up his rig. Within a
minute, he was beginning to relax, , leaning back, his own legs wide open,
one hand on my thigh, I told him about my buddy Thom who was going to stop
by to pick up some stuff, but not to worry. I showed him some pics I had on
my phone of Thom and me sucking and jacking together, and he said he'd love
to see me sucking another guy's cock.

`What else do you want to do?' I asked. Jerry just shrugged, and said, `I
don't know. Why don't you show me what you like to do?' I told him to get
comfortable, and soon we were both naked, sitting next to each other on the
couch, our legs wide open, his left leg pressed against mine, jacking our
dicks, watching each other and the action on the screen.

Jerry was about 20 pounds lighter than me, and a few inches taller. His
body was muscular, but not gym-built. He had a number of tattoos on his
arms and one on his back shoulder. He watched me jacking my dick, turning
myself on, his hand on my thigh, rubbing a little back and forth, until he
got brave enough to take hold of my large balls, rubbing them softly, then
gripping and pulling them a little. I reached over with my left hand and
wrapped it around his hardon, a good thick 7 inch uncut cone shaped
fucker. He laid back, moaned and pumped his hips up as I slowly stroked
him, feeling his dick throb, releasing a few thick drops of precum, which
coated his cockhead, and pulling the skin back, I smeared the slick fluid
along the whole shaft.

Before long, we were laying on the large leather ottoman in the living
room, me on my back with my tongue driving deeper into his tight flexing
sensitive hole. Jerry was easily sliding my entire cock into his throat. He
had a natural talent for sucking cock, and I'm sure he'd be out soon enough
looking for bigger and thicker and tastier challenges.

Jerry released my cock, gasping for air, wordlessly grunting and panting as
he raised up, sliding and bouncing his firm ass back and forth against my
tongue and mouth and beard. My hands were squeezing and pulling his
asscheeks together and apart, feeling him clench and
open. `OmygodOmygodOmygod!' he was babbling as he gripped and stroked his
slick red swollen cock. I slid out from under Jerry's virginal ass, rolled
off the ottoman and slowly stood, panting and exhausted. Jerry slowed his
pace as I put a steadying hand on his chest. I looked at him and said,
`Let's take a little breather, get our bearings, ok?' We moved back to the
couch, next to each other, and took a few drinks of water as we let our
heart rates slow. We watched the video currently playing, stroking our
cocks, slow and steady.

`So, you really haven't played around with other guys, huh?' I said. `Cuz
you suck cock like you been doing it forever. You're really talented.'

Jerry smiled, replying, `Thanks. I practice with a couple dildos my wife
has. But it's not as good as the real thing. I really haven't done too much
with other guys. Not since I was in the Army.' I nodded my head. `Ahhhh,
okay. I was stationed at Ft. Dix for 3 years after Basic, and 3 more in
Texas helping shut down the Longhorn Ammo Plant. There was some great
suckin', fuckin' and jackin' going on.' I took another drink of water, ran
my hands back and forth over my chest and belly, I leaned back, grabbing
both nipples and squeezing and twisting lightly, flicking my finger back
and forth across them, making my cock jump and throb and ooze clear precum.

`Tell me about some of the stuff you did when you were active duty.' I
said, my voice low and full of lust. Jerry leaned back next to me, still
stroking his cock. Looking toward the ceiling, he said, `Ya know, I don't
think I've ever told anyone about that stuff. But I still jack off
remembering it like it was yesterday...'

He told me his memories (which will be shared in graphic detail in later
stories), and I was about to give an account of one of the most memorable
episodes I was involved in during my military service (another story), when
there was a knock on the door. I got up, sliding my jockstrap back
on. Jerry sat up, momentarily nervous.

I said, as I walked toward the door, `Don't worry, it's just my buddy Thom,
remember?'

I reached the door, and opened it, expecting to see Thom, and give him a
good look at my hard dick, with my swollen cockhead peeking out over the
waistband of the jock.

Instead I stood facing an unknown man standing in a yellow polo shirt, tan
cargo shorts, and light colored work boots. He was wearing a Rockies
baseball cap, and sported a full, gray mustache. His clothes fit him well,
accentuating his broad chest, his thick biceps and tree-trunk legs covered
in a thick coating of hair. A tuft of silver fur could be seen from the
open collar of his shirt. He took a step back, his eyes quickly scanning my
body up and down, and then locking onto my own with anger and
determination.

`I'm here for Jerry.' I jumped behind the door, stammering, `J-j-just a
second.' I closed the door, and turned, my eyes wide with shock.

Jerry had stood up, and was crazily jumping back and forth, trying to
collect his clothes and put them on. He whispered harshly, `That's my
BOSS!' I quickly helped him locate his clothes. He got his pants on,
leaving the belt undone, pulled his shirt over his head, not realizing or
caring that it was on backwards. He didn't even bother with putting his
shoes on, just carrying them and left his socks somewhere under the
couch. I grabbed his phone, and handed it to him. We looked at each other,
his eyes scared, mine just bewildered and sad. He kept saying, `I'm sorry,
I'm so sorry...' And I kept repeating, `It's okay, I'm glad you came by.'
Jerry opened the front door and I saw the boss shoot me one last angry
glance before it shut. I heard them talking in muffled tones outside for a
few moments, then the sound of the truck door opening and closing, and the
engine starting, and Jerry pulling out. I heard what I assumed was the boss
getting into his vehicle and driving off after.

I collapsed on the couch, laying my head back, feeling a little shaky. I
took a long drink of water, realizing my heart was pounding quickly in my
chest. I took a few deep breaths, feeling my neck and shoulders relax.

A minute later, there was another knock on the door. I jumped up,
startled. I found a pair of shorts and slipped them on over my jockstrap,
and went to the door. I opened it partly, peering out to see my friend,
Thom, standing there, with a confused smile on his face.

`I was driving by when I saw those two guys outside talking. Nobody looked
happy, so I just took a little trip around the block. Is everything okay?'

I let him inside, and chuckling, I tried to explain what had happened.

`I just don't know how his boss knew where to find him.' I said, puzzled. I
sank back down on the couch, and Thom joined me, taking a bottle of water.

`Probably had GPS tracking on his work truck. Lots of companies do it
now. Bosses and owners can find out right away if you're where you're
supposed to be, or if you're someplace you shouldn't be. Like gettin' high
with some horny hairy cocksucker.' He nudged me, chuckling, and reached for
the pipe and torch on the table.

Thom and I took a couple more hits each, laughing about the absurdity of
this encounter. The videos on the tv were hot, and soon enough we were both
naked and sucking and jacking and making out. We'd been friends and
fuckbuddies long enough that our sexual playtime was always very
relaxed. Thom was mostly smooth, with a thick bush of soft dark hair around
his cock and balls. I convinced him that it needed a trim, and we went into
the bathroom where I proceeded to take my clippers and trim back his
hedges, even getting his taint looking less wild. He agreed to let me shave
his balls and the extra hair that grew halfway down the shaft of his
cock. I stretched one of my cockrings and secured it snugly behind his
newly shaved balls and quickly hardening cock. When we were done, he looked
much more presentable, and also VERY aroused. He sported a nice thick 8
½: uncut dick, which I slowly jacked back and forth, enjoying the extra
skin that allowed me to cover his cockhead even when he was hard, and
sliding it back to expose the shiny glistening head covered in tasty
precum. Thom stood looking down at me, a lewd smile on his face, his hips
pushing forward and back.

We sucked and jacked each other, and played around like old friends, not
trying to compete, just enjoying making each other feel good.

After nearly an hour, we were taking a breather, and I decided to text
Jerry just to see if he was okay.

	`You doing OK?' I messaged. After a couple minutes, he replied.

	`Yeah. Sorry about all that.'

	`Hope you can come back sometime.'

	`Actually I was hoping I could come back now and hang with you for
a while.'

	`Not working?' Part of me knew what was coming next.

	`Oh, no. Totally got fired. It's all good, don't worry. Can I come
over?'

	I told Thom about Jerry wanting to come back, and he was more than
glad to have another playmate.

	`Sure. My buddy Thom's here, and he's really ready to play.'

	`Cool. I'll be there in about a half hour.'

Thom and I kicked back, enjoying the effect the crystal was having on us
both. We watched the videos, laying on the couch, our arms around each
other, our dicks rubbing against each other as we slowly slid our hips back
and forth. We kissed slowly, deeply, enjoying the taste of each other.

Jerry knocked on the door, and I let him in. Thom introduced himself by
standing up, and when Jerry walked up to him and extended his hand, Thom
placed his hand on Jerry's shoulder and pushed firmly down, guiding Jerry
to his knees. Jerry didn't miss a beat, grabbing the base of Thom's hard
cock and engulfing it In his warm wet mouth, his head moving forward and
back, each forward thrust taking more of Thom's meat into his
throat. Jerry's hands gripped Thom's flexing smooth asscheeks, while Thom
placed both of his on the back of Jerry's shaved head. He pulled back an
inch or two, asking Jerry, `You wanna take this whole fucking thing,
cocksucker?' Jerry just nodded emphatically, moaning his muffled desired.

`You think you're man enough to swallow my whole fucking hog, you horny
faggot?' Thom taunted Jerry, who again gave a positive pleading sound. Thom
pushed forward, then back, saying, `Just keep breathing, buddy.' And then
he pushed forward, pushing the back of Jerry's head down further, until his
nose was noisily inhaling and exhaling in Thom's trimmed crotch. Jerry's
face was quickly turning red, the veins along his next standing out. He was
sputtering, his hands clenching and kneading Thom's ass.

Thom's head was thrown back in ecstasy, hissing a deep, `Yesssssss.' He
held Jerry's head a second or two more, then released him. His hard,
glistening, thick cock being expelled from Jerry's throat, until it was
free. Thick strands of saliva and snot hung from Thom's dick, connected to
Jerry's mouth and nose. Jerry's eyes were tear-filled, as he leaned back,
dazed, looking up at both of us. After a few deep hitching breaths, Jerry
said, hoarsely, `Fuck yeah.' Thom leaned down, taking Jerry's face in his
hands, and kissing him deeply, their tongues encircling each other,
searching, tasting.

For the next hour, the three of us had unhurried, naked man on man fun. It
was great feeling each other, turning each other on, and Thom and I
especially enjoyed helping Jerry discover what he really wanted
sexually. We all sucked, fucked, got fucked (even Jerry, who said he'd
never had a cock in his ass). Since my dick was a lot smaller than Thom's,
I got the pleasure of busting his cherry.

At some point, we all looked at each other, and realized it was time to
wrap up our time together. We all agreed that we really didn't need to
shoot our loads, and Jerry said his wife was going to get the fucking of
her life tonight, after he broke the news that he'd lost his job. He left
feeling satisfied, and even somewhat energized. Thom decided to take off
soon after, and I was left alone in my home. The videos on the big screen
continued to play, and I stretched out on the couch naked, tenderly
stroking and stretching my swollen, sensitive, greasy cock.

About a half hour after both men had left, a knock at the front door
startled me out of a light sleep. I tugged on my shorts and padded toward
the door.

Opening it, I was once again surprised by Jerry's boss. I looked at him, a
little confused, and asked, `Yes? Is there something I can do for you?'

He looked a little nervous, but only paused a moment before replying.

`I just wanted to come by and apologize for what happened earlier. I was
pretty pissed off at Jerry, but when I tracked him here, I really wasn't
expecting to find him like...' he trailed off, not knowing how to define
what he'd obviously pieced together.

`Like what?' I questioned. I was still pretty buzzed, and I figured I
didn't have any reason to act coy and innocent with this guy, so I replied,
`Like he was getting his rocks off with another guy? Maybe sucking my cock?
Or pumping his hard cock into my tight ass?' I watched the boss as his eyes
got wide, his mouth hung open, unable to respond to my vivid imagery.

`Well...well, he's married. I just didn't think he got into that sort of
thing.'

`I've found that a lot of married guys want to take a walk on the wild
side, especially when they get a little high.' I saw the boss raise his
eyebrows a bit. I continued, figuring I didn't have anything to lose, and
I'd probably never see him or Jerry again.

`We were doing crystal. Have you heard of that?' He just nodded. I decided
to see if he was really only here to apologize, or if he had other ideas in
mind.

`You wanna come in for a while?' I asked, opening the door further. `We
could talk about it some more if you want.'

`Yeah, sure.' He replied, stepping into the house. He turned to me,
extending his hand.

`My name's Carl.' I introduced myself, and led him to the living room,
inviting him to sit on the couch. I offered him a bottle of water, which he
gratefully took. I sat next to him, but not so close that he'd feel
uncomfortable.

`How did you meet Jerry?' he asked. I told him about the ad on craigslist,
and how a lot of str8 guys place ads there looking for buddies to
experiment with. Usually just jacking together, but if they feel
comfortable, they might admit they want to do more.

`So you just watch videos and jack off? Is that what you did with Jerry?'

I chuckled, `For the first couple of minutes, yeah.' Carl asked what kind
of videos we watched. I took the remote, and after a few clicks, began
replaying some of the videos that had gotten Jerry and I both going. Carl
watched for a few moments, whispering `Wow' as he watched these talented,
muscular, masculine men swallowing thick long cocks all the way down their
throat. He pointed at the pipe and small bag of crystal sitting on the
table.

`You both were smoking this stuff?'

I reached over, picking up the pipe and torch. `Have you ever done it?'

`Just once, a few years ago, when I was in Atlanta on a business trip. Some
girl I met at bar near the hotel took me back to her place, she talked me
into trying it.'

`What did you think of it?' Carl leaned back, smiling at the memory and
turned to me.

`The most amazing fuck ever. I ate her pussy til she came, she sucked my
dick and swallowed my load, then sat on my cock and got me to shoot again,
and she came too.' He was adjusting his growing bulge, enjoying sharing the
memory. `Hell, I've never told anyone about that. I don't know how many
times we came, but I've never been able to come close to repeating it.' He
looked over at me, the pipe and torch poised at my mouth.

`You wanna try it again?' I asked. He looked back at the video playing on
the screen. Two men, both muscular and hairy, and both over 40, were locked
in a passionate kiss while a third man, younger, but just as hairy,
swiveled his head back and forth, sucking one man's cock, then the other.

`Sure.' Carl said, rather slowly. Before I took a hit, I asked him, `When
you did this in Atlanta, with that girl, did she shotgun a hit with you?'
Carl just shook his head, looking confused.

`What's that?' he asked.

`Like this.' I answered, and put the pipe to my lips, igniting the torch
and drawing in a thick deep supply of smoke. I held the smoke in, laying
the pipe and torch aside. I quickly leaned over, my hand behind Carl's
thick neck, pulling him to me. My mouth clamped on his as I exhaled,
filling his mouth and throat with the tangy smoke. I quickly let go,
sitting back up. Carl was shocked, but held the smoke in a moment or two
before releasing it, following it as it spread up and out toward the
ceiling. He blinked a few times, then turned to me.

`Wow.' I agreed and we both leaned back, turning our attention to the video
currently playing.

After a little while, Carl said, `This isn't what I thought gay porn was
like at all. These guys all look...hell, they look like guys I see at the
gym every week.'

Suddenly a thought occurred to me, and I sat up, grabbing the remote, and
flicking through various folders until I'd found the specific video I was
looking for. I told Carl, `You know, I have a video of a guy who looks an
awful lot like you.' I clicked on the selected video and on the screen was
a guy about the same age as Carl, sporting the same thick white
mustache. His build was similar, but his midsection looked taut, where
Carl's was a little softer. The guy on the screen was wearing a gray CHP
uniform, as he dismounted from his motorcycle. The uniform accentuated his
hard tight buttocks and impressive bulging crotch, and the shirt stretched
tight across his thick pecs and bulging biceps.

`Hell, he does look like me, sorta.' Carl exclaimed. `But he's got a bigger
dick, from what I can tell.'

On the screen, the CHP officer walks into a rest area bathroom at
night. Standing at a long trough urinal, he opens his zipper and pulls out
a long thick cock, easily 7 or 8 inches, already semi-hard. The only other
occupant in the bathroom is a big bearded trucker, his jeans open, shaking
a thick uncut cock, his balls hanging out, his crotch displaying a dark red
pubic bush, matching his thick beard. They glance at each other's dicks,
nodding appreciatively. Looking at each other they both begin to piss. When
they're both done, they continue to shake, squeeze and tug their dicks,
ultimately just openly stroking their cocks for each other. They move to
the middle of the trough and stand side by side stroking their cocks, the
precum drooling from their piss slits.

Carl says, in a husky breathy voice, `Fuck, I wish I had a dick that size.'
I baited him, saying, `I'm sure yours is quite impressive. Lemme see it.' I
stand up, quickly dropping my shorts, and plop back down on the couch next
to him, stroking my quickly hardening cock. Carl begins to look worried,
looking at my cock, looking at the screen, then back at me.

`I don't know. I've never done this with another guy.' And then, as if to
remind me, and perhaps to remind himself, he added, `I'm not gay, you
know. I'm married.'

I continued to stroke my cock slowly, but turned to look at Carl. `If you
don't want to, that's okay. I'm not trying to get you to do anything you're
not comfortable with. But if you want to get your rocks off with someone
who knows how good it feels, then do it. It doesn't mean you're gay, it
just means you're horny.'

Carl was still a little nervous, but was openly rubbing and groping his
hard dick as it strained against the fabric of his cargo shorts. He watched
intently as his doppelganger leaned back against the wall of the bathroom,
his shirt open, revealing a nice hairy chest of white hair. The cop,
wearing tight leather driving gloves, pulled and twisted both his stiff
nipples while the trucker was on his knees swallowing the cop's thick
hardon, his beard glistening with saliva.

Carl looked over at me, at my hard shiny cock, and with a slight nod, stood
up. He peeled off his polo shirt, revealing a broad, well built chest,
sporting the same silver pelt as the cop on the screen. He ran his hands
over his hairy belly and up across his muscled chest, flicking his thumbs
across his nipples, imitating the actions on the screen. He quickly undid
the belt, button and zipper on his shorts and slid them down to his
ankles. His cock was thicker than mine, and perhaps just under 7 inches. He
was circumcised, and his head was swollen and large. His balls looked
average size, hanging in a sac covered in the same silvery blonde hair as
he had around his crotch. His legs also sported a thick coat of the same
silver blonde hair. He sat back down and began stroking his hard cock with
one hand, the other petting, pawing and fondling his hairy body.

I sat up, watching Carl, encouraging him. `That's what it's about,
buddy. Making yourself feel good, without having to worry about anyone
else. Just turning yourself on.' I reached for the pipe and torch, and
asked Carl, `You want another hit?'

`The same way you did it before?' he asked. I said I would, if that's what
he wanted. He just nodded and watched the video. The trucker and the
motorcycle cop were in a passionate kiss as they jacked each other's
cocks. Then the motorcycle cop, Carl's twin, slid down against the wall,
opening his mouth wide and eagerly engulfing the trucker's hardon. Carl
watched with a slight smile on his face, then turned to me and remarked,
`So, that's what it would look like if I sucked a guy's dick, huh? Looks
like I'd be pretty good at it.' He looked back down at his throbbing,
greasy cock as he slowly milked the full shaft, bringing another drop of
precum shimmering from the tip.

When I had my lungs full of smoke, I again leaned over to Carl, who's mouth
was open, waiting. Our mouths met, and my tongue entered and found his. We
kissed, moaning and tasting each other. My hand reached down and wrapped
around his hard cock, sliding my slick fist up and down, Carl's hips
raising up to meet my strokes. His hand moved across my legs, fondling my
balls, and then squeezing my rigid shaft, sliding up to the head and
rubbing his palm around the entire crown, spreading the precum as it oozed
from the tip.

Carl released my cock, threw his head back, his mouth open as a deep moan
escaped. His back and hips arched up, and he said, harshly, `I'm gonna CUM!
FUCKFUCKFUUUCK!' I kept the steady rhythm of my fist, my other hand
massaging his balls as they pulled up tight against his shaft. The
underside of his cock throbbed and swelled, and with a guttural `UUNNGGHH!'
Carl's cock erupted with a thick rope of cum that blasted upward, landing
between the valley of his beefy pecs. He gave another grunt and a second
volley, not as thick, shot out and landed on his moustache and cheek,
suprising him. He relaxed a bit, and gave a long sigh as the last load
drooled out, thick and creamy, running across my fingers, dripping off his
balls. After a few more strokes, Carl grabbed my wrist and pulled my hand
off, his cock obviously too sensitive to be handled for the moment.

We both laid back, catching our breath. After a few moments, Carl looked
over at me, and saw I was still stroking my hard cock.

`You ready to cum?' He asked.

`You wanna help?' I replied.

`Just tell me what to do.' Carl said, rolling over on his side, his hand
running through my chest hair, stopping to give each of my nipples a quick
flick of his finger.

I spread my legs, raising them up slightly and I said, `Shove your finger
in my ass.' Without hesitation, Carl's middle finger rubbed across my
flexing, gaping hole and then he pressed inward, his digit enveloped by my
warm, wet, slick fuck tunnel.

`Yeaaaahh' Carl growled, as his finger drove in all the way. He turned his
finger back and forth, eliciting a shudder and groan from me. I stopped
him, saying,

`You feel where the tip of your finger is right now? That bump your rubbing
across? His finger pressed against it, making me gasp. When I caught my
breath, I said, `That's my prostate.' He pushed against it again, and began
sliding his finger in and out steadily, grunting every time his finger
reached it's depth. I just laid my head back, jacking my cock, feeling my
balls pull up, and my entire body getting ready to release a massive load.

`I wanna make you shoot that hot load, buddy.' Carl said, his face next to
mine, his mustache brushing against my ear and neck. His tongue swabbed up
the sweat dripping off my beard as I wordlessly grunted and groaned. I
turned my head and our lips met, our tongues exploring each other's mouths,
sharing heavy breaths.

His mouth stayed securely attached to mine as I began to huff and cry out,
my ass clamping down on Carl's thick finger as I pumped three, four, five
thick fountains of my hot jizz. I felt the first one land against my face,
and the second splashing against Carl's. The others coated my chest and
belly.

I slowly squeezed out the remaining cum, dripping on my fingers. Carl
pulled his finger out of my ass, and broke our kiss, still breathing
heavily, looming above me, a wicked smile across his face.

I held his head and pulled him back down, licking the strands of jizz as
they clung to his face. He took a finger and gathered some of my cum that
was splattered on my beard, offering it to me. I greedily sucked his finger
clean, and then, before he could object, I pressed my mouth to his, my
tongue pushing in, letting him taste my cum. Again he pulled back, saying,
`That's not so bad. Don't know why so many women hate swallowing.' We both
chuckled as he fell back beside me, both of us breathing heavily, feeling
the sweat cool on our bodies.

Carl left soon after, with an open invitation to explore and share a good
jerkoff session whenever he wanted. He did admit that he was more than a
little interested to join me and Jerry sometime.

`It might even be worth giving him his job back, if things work out right.'
He mused.