WARNING: The following is for adults only. It contains depiction of sexual acts between men. If this offends you or is inappropriate for you to read, go no further.
White Collar Tales Bill Drake (billdrake@hotmail.com)
I've been feeling there aren't enough good stories (hell, not enough stories period) out there about white collar men. So I decided to start this series of stories featuring hunks in suits and ties getting their rocks off. It will be a range or story types, with some shorter pieces as well as longer ones.
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White Collar Tales #4 Boys Night Out
The Knicks had lost, but four pitchers of beer later, the four men in a Midtown bar were no longer that upset. Respectable businessmen in their respectable mid 30s, they were just glad to leave quiet suburban life of Fairfield, Connecticut behind for the evening and have a night out without the wives and kids. Three of them - Gary Pascarelli, Mike Lockheart, and Ed Warren - knew each other from Wharton and had stayed best of friends, moving to New York, then the suburbs within a year of each other. The fourth, Andrew Rollins, worked with Mike back in their time at Citibank and now was a fully included member of the gang.
"What time is it?" Mike asked, slurring his words.
Ed stopped mid-sip and set his pint glass down. "Fuck, Mike, you're shitfaced."
Gary chimed in, "Man, we all are. Can't put it back like we used to. Guess we're getting soft."
Drew patted his firm belly, as if to indicate the copious amount of beer lodged there. "Yeah. I remember in college, when I could keep my buzz up and fuck all night."
Ed laughed. "Speak for yourself, bub. I still can fuck, no matter how sauced I am."
Mike's big hand slapped his shoulders as his left hand reached into Ed's pocket. He fished around for the keys, but thought he felt the ridge of something else. "May be, big guy, but you're not driving us home in your condition."
"Shit. Didn't this happen last time?" Gary asked as the men stood up and put on their coats, bracing for the winter cold.
"You complaining, Pascarelli?" Ed teased.
"Naw. Just saying..." The men's hearty laughter resounded in the now near-empty bar.
"I'm afraid we're mostly booked. I have only one room left, with one king size bed."
The men erupted in gentle laughter, for reasons that the desk clerk could only assume sprung from their inebriation.
"We could get you a cot as well," she added.
"Sure. That sounds good," Ed replied with a smile, handing his credit card and driver's license.
Within a few minutes, the four were wedged into the elevator and speeding up several flights to their floor. Mike, the tallest and fittest of the bunch at 6'3" and 190#, leaned drunkenly into Drew's sturdier, shorter blonde-jock frame. Mike's broad hand latched onto the stud muscle resting just beneath the pullover polo-T Drew was wearing.
Drew alone of the bunch was divorced, and he was hornier than hell. Quickly he wrapped his thick forearm around his buddy's waist and pulled their torsos together as their mouths drew toward one another. The sound of lustful, drunken facesucking filled the tight elevator space.
"Hey Warren, it bother you that our buds are queering out right now?" Gary's blue Italian eyes twinkled even in the dim fluorescent light. Ed shirked as he took in the handsome, dark looks of his beefy 5'10" golf partner and best friend. There was something always a bit incongruous, if sexy, about the contrast between the swarthy Italian looks and barrel chest Gary sported and the Waspy way he dressed, his blue-check broadcloth sleeves straining against power biceps and the polartec vest making his midsection that much more imposing.
"Naw," Ed grinned. "It's my turn as the 'doormat'." He leaned back, his 6' even muscular frame looking fuller with his sweater and nylon windbreaker on. Gary's eager hands were at his waist, working their way underneath. He lifted up the shirt, revealing the thick swirl of hair beneath. Ed had a young face, but was by far the hairiest man of them.
"Big, hairy doormat, buddy."
Ed reciprocated by grabbing Gary's semi-hard prick through his chinos. Already he could make out the floppy foreskin capping that Italian sausage.
"Who's queer now?" Mike asked, as both he and Drew looked on, rubbing their clothed hardons against each other.
It was their floor now, and the four men stumbled to find their room. Once inside, they removed their outerwear and their shirts, stripping down to their bare chests.
Mike spoke first. "Guys, it's been so long."
"Too long," Ed chimed in. His hairy torso crashed against Drew's meaty smooth power chest, as the two men began to claw at each other's exposed muscle. Gary stepped up to the twosome and gripped Drew's cute face, pulling it toward his own. Drew moaned as his horny friend slipped a couple inches of tongue down his throat.
"Jesus, Drew, I forget how big this fucker is," Mike gasped. He had unzipped his buddy, and the men all looked in amazement at the ten-inch double wide tool swinging between the blonde's hunky thighs.
"Mike, stud, I know why you invited Andrew here into our group." Ed growled as he fumbled with Mike's zipper. The man's cock was steel-hard and ready to pop out.
"Shit, guys, you think I like the competition?" At seven-and-a-half, his dick was a beauty of proportion and shape, but it didn't match the other men's. Still, as Ed's fist gripped the shaft, it seized up into a nice, powerful specimen of an erection, dripping its juice into his friend's palm.
In return, Mike began caressing Ed's thick fur and nibbling on his neck and ear.
"Your turn this time, isn't it, bud?"
"Fuck yeah."
"Turned on by it, huh? Good, I never told you this, but you're my fave, guy. Big strapping hairy chest gets me off everytime."
Mike's nimble fingers unsnapped the buttons on Ed's jeans and with some maneuvering had them shucked down. The man's butt was nearly as hairy as his front, and Mike took some pleasure in running his hand over the steel-hot spherical globes.
He paused a second, then pushed Ed's strong frame back on the bed. The full, down-covered body looked even more masculine in repose, and Mike wasted no time shucking his own jeans and pouncing on his friend. Roughly, they thrusted in fucklust, hardons grinding against one another, five'o'clock shadows rubbing each other like sandpaper, big erect mannipples scratching against the other's chest hairs.
Gary and Drew looked on approvingly as their best buds made out in the hottest frottage session imaginable. The dry heat of the climate control hotel room gave way to the sweat and steam and testosterone of these married studs getting their rocks off. Slowly the two men standing slipped off what remained of their clothing and dry humped aching cocks as they split their attention between each other and the rutting couple on the bed.
"Nice hot musclefuck," Mike groaned as the pleasure of Ed's body against his grew. He gripped Ed's rock-rigid biceps and smothered the man's open, parched mouth. Ed's burly arms wrapped tight around Mike's midsection and he began heaving his hips upward, undulating wildly beneath Mike's own thrusting frame. Mike grinned inwardly and began fucking harder, driving his naked cock into the furry mat of Ed's abdomen.
Both Gary and Drew shuddered in horndog appreciation when they watched their stud buddy clench his gorgeous round asscheeks and fire a thick, juicy salvo of spunk onto Ed's frontside.
"Hot fuckin' damn," Mike grunted as he knelt up above the sperm-coated man, his spunk still oozing out of the tip of his fuckrod and dripping onto the fuzzy pelt below.
Ed leaned back and relished the fresh spermy wetness clinging to him. His cock felt superhard and alive. He looked up in lust as Gary crawled onto the bed and straddle him. More than the other three, married life and his 30s were getting to Gary's body, which was becoming stockier. But Ed didn't care, that full uncut meat felt nice and heavy against his sternum. He grabbed his pecs and pushed his chest muscle up to make a furry, hard valley for Gary's horny cock.
"God, buddy, that's hot. Nice big mantits you got. You know how much I love 'em dontcha man? You gotta. Gotta feel my eyes on those thick nips you got under all that hair. Love being out on that golf course and see those pups sticking up nice and proud in your knit shirt. That's how I know you're nice and primed for a nice, deep buddyfuck. Hard, wet, raw. Jesus Christ, I'm shooting already.
Hot, scalding manseed stung as it blasted Ed's thick muscleneck. He normally shaved thoroughly along down to his shoulder blade, but by now the stubble grew long and wide, trapping the white seed and holding it in steady white splotches all over.
Gary dismounted and finally Drew lay his ex-jock body down on Ed's. Quickly, hot lips met one another as the two settled into a steamy frot-fuck. While Mike was his favorite, something about Drew's beefy body was really turning him on now. Maybe it was the rigid ripples of his back muscle, maybe it was the utter smoothness of his chest, maybe it was the beer belly caressing his cock with each hip thrust. In any case, Ed was getting really worked up, so much so that he voiced no objection when Drew aimed lower, much lower with one of his fuckthrusts and pounded his hard megacock underneath Ed's mansized ballsac. That cock speared on, deeper underneath and up between Ed's hairy legs, tickling the furry mancrevice that had been so long neglected.
The heat emanating from down there egged Drew on more. His face was flush with desire, his neck red and engorged, his chest heaving as he grunted, reached underneath and shoved Ed's beefy thighs apart. His fat cockhead now knocked on Ed's door at each inward thrust.
"Gonna let me in, big guy?" he teased, his cock already knowing the answer, spitting out homemade fucklube onto the rubbery ring. In a few tries, he pushed through, spearing his eager friend with inches of hard, heavy bond trader cock.
"God, Rollins, take it easy will ya?" Ed cried out. But he was loving it. Especially when Drew started kissing every inch of his chin and neck, slurping up all the hot viscous seed he could get at. The rest of the manmuck, mostly Mike's still coated Ed's hairy torso and lubricated the two men's bodies as they glided together in symbiotic unison.
"Sperming you, big guy." Drew's egg-sized balls pumped and emptied a full week's worth of salty seed into Ed's piston-primed guts.
"Hot fuckin' damn!" Ed cried as he grabbed onto Drew's massive arms and threw his head back in a fierce, mansized orgasm.
The four businessmen-at-play traded spit and writhed around on that kingsize bed til they passed out from the alcohol, sex and exhaustion.
They never used that extra cot.