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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.