For several months there were just the six of us meeting for the Men's Club. John, my boss, would call me - Ted - into his office from time to time at work for some sexual relief. His calls for attention came especially near the end of a difficult day, occassionally in the morning when he came in frustrated from his wife turning him down the night before. He had me suck his cock and fucked me in the ass every time. Some times he reciprocated, sucking me and letting me fuck him. In the mornings he was freshly bathed, clean, smelling of aftershave and cologne. The afternoons were a bit of a challenge for me. By that time his crotch was sweaty, smelling and tasting of man musk from the day's work in his fancy suits, peeing from time to time during the day.
I was under his desk sucking him one time, mouthing his balls, rimming his ass, when a senior employee came in to talk with him about a business matter. I can't imagine how he stayed focused on the conversation, but he did as I sucked him off and swallowed his cum. The visitor never knew John was getting off, shooting his hot creamy sperm in my mouth as he made serious business decisions.
One of the hottest times during this period for the six of us was at a mountain retreat that combined many of the things we all enjoyed other than fucking with each other. In the high mountains at a lodge near a lake fed by a beautiful river, we enjoyed horseback riding, rafting the river, canoeing in the lake, the tennis courts, golf, Olympic swimming pool, jacuzzi, steam bath, dry sauna and services of studly young masseurs who really knew how to take care of a men who enjoyed sex with a man.
John considered these outings business trips, corporate meetings for employee morale - his and mine after I became his favorite employee. The trips were paid for by the company and used as tax write offs. The costs were relatively low. Art, spending his inheritance, picked up the tabs for the rooms. The rest of us paid only for those activities in which we participated - riding, rafting, canoeing, playing tennis, golf, and the sexy massages.
[The Club grows. With John's permission, I invite a new member - an intern in the company, student working on an MBA at the local college.]
As an intern, Jim was assigned by John to me. I suspected from the outset that John had more in mind for Jim than a straight internship (and yes, the pun is intended). Jim is a beautiful man if such a term can be used for a man. Of Italian extraction, he has black curly hair, dark black eyes, bushy black eyebrows, glowing tan skin, a well-muscled body, no doubt hairy as well although I saw him at first only in sharp-looking business suits.
A time came when I was going to be away again on another business trip with John. After our first coupling on a business trip those were always fuckfests for me and him. He no longer went out at night. We either adjourned to our hotel room for an evening of fuck fun together, or he or I picked up a third to fuck with us.
Since Jim was now the one person, other than John, that I was closest to at work, I asked him if he could housesit my dog while I was away. Jim agreed. When I returned from the trip Jim seemed a bit shy but reluctant to leave right away. We had a few drinks together as I told him about working with John on the road, his business acumen, decisionmaking, all about business, none of the extracurricular activities.
Finally, loosened a bit by the drinks and seeing Jim actually sporting a bit of a rising bulge in his casual slacks, being the crotchwatcher that I am, I asked Jim if he had enjoyed the week. Even more risque, I asked, trying to sound like it was a joke but serious too, "Did you have any hot girls over here to my place and fuck them. You are such a nicelooking guy I'm sure you get lots of pussy. They must just fall all over you."
"Actually not," Jim answered trying at first to be innocent and give a neutral not too revealing answer. "I am so busy at school and now here at work."
"Really," I exclaimed.
Emboldened also by the alcohol as well as his hard cock in his pants and noticing I was noticing it, Jim added, "Really. Besides I find it a lot easier to be with men. Not so much hassle," Jim laughed nervously.
"Oh yeah, really," I said with some enthusiasm. "So there were no hot chicks with you while I was gone, no sex. None even with a guy."
"No," he lied. Dropping his head slightly but still keeping eye contact with me as he took another swallow of his drink."
"I am embarrassed to tell you, Ted," Jim answered leaning closer, bending toward me from where he sat in a chair facing me. I sat relaxed, arms on the back of the sofa, legs open wide, letting him see my package - stiff cock and the outline of my big balls in my pants - if he cared to look. He seemed to be caring. He was looking, even felt his crotch through his pants, readjusted his cock.
"Oh tell me, Jim," I said, "not much embarrasses me." I adjusted my cock and balls in my pants, taking enough time he had to notice.
In a rush, Jim said, "Oh okay, Ted, but promise you won't be angry with me."
"I promise, Jim."
"Ok, Ted. I enjoy the company of men. I picked up a man in a bar one night and we did it in your bedroom, on your bed," Jim confessed. "I was so embarrassed doing this in your house, in your very bed, I had him leave after our brief session although I wanted to do it again and again with him."
