This story is primarily about man-to-man sex, but it does feature an MMF episode. Just a "heads-up" for those who prefer gay-only stories.
The Intern
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My sex life was ok, but stagnant. Over a year after my divorce, I still hadn't found another woman I felt I could have a long-term relationship with. I loved my ex-wife very much, and still do, but I wasn't ambitious enough to give her the material things she craved. She wasn't so shallow when we first met...at least we didn't have kids before she ran off with the neurologist of her dreams. I make a good living, but it just couldn't provide the five-bedroom house or the A-list parties that she desired more than me. I hope the good doctor is at least getting a solid fuck for all the bullshit he's having to put-up with.
At the age of 38, I still get the attention from the ladies, and I work hard to maintain a good physique...for my own satisfaction more than trying to attract a mate. I've had a few dates, but the women seem to be more interested in my loft apartment...perhaps I'm just a little jaded. Regardless, I was getting horny as hell and my right hand was becoming a less interesting partner every week. There were a few ladies in the office that caught my eye, but inter-office relationships always struck me as a bad idea. Besides, my intern was a source of competition that I just didn't need.
Collin was a terrific worker, and took over the more mundane tasks my assistant did before taking maternity leave. He was fresh out of college, doing an internship while finishing his master's degree. We probably would not have gotten along if it weren't for his outstanding work ethic. Collin definitely had ambitions, and wasn't above kissing-ass, or fucking the right people, if he thought it got him somewhere. Office gossip had him sampling every attractive woman with "manager" somewhere in her title. I'll admit, I didn't mind looking at him...standing six-foot-two, around 175 pounds, lean and toned with wavy brown hair and intensely green eyes, he was definitely a specimen worthy of the stares he got from ladies. I had my "experimental phase" in college, and won't deny my bisexual curiosity if someone asks...but I see myself as ninety-eight percent straight. Even so, I caught myself from time-to-time taking a longer look over his frame than I probably should have...a nice of piece of eye-candy, but really nothing more than that. Besides, he only had a week left with our company, and I'd finally have to get around to hiring a temp until my assistant came back.
"Mr. Harris, you're calendar for next month is updated, and Penny is arranging your flight to Tokyo in March." Collin said in his best business voice as he walked into my office and placed some files on my desk.
"Thanks, Collin. You've been a lifesaver around here since Gwen left on maternity leave. I'm sorry that you're leaving us, but I know you'll do outstanding work at your next internship." I replied, looking at his youthful frame, covered in well-tailored clothing that highlighted his admirable physique. "I'm sure the female staff will be devastated when you're gone." I added with a hearty laugh.
"Yeah, well...I'm used to the stares...it can be flattering, or annoying...depends on who's looking." Collin said, mildly blushing, even though it didn't fit with his overly-confident character. "You should come out with us tonight...kind of a going-away party."
"Thanks, but I think I'll pass. From what I've heard, it's going to be you and twenty of your closest female admirers in attendance. Have a good time. I can't say I'm not envious."
"Come on, Mr. Harris...I need a few other guys around to keep things sane. Besides, you could get lucky...more than a few have their eyes on you too."
"Always been my policy to avoid pussy from the office...causes too much trouble if things go badly. Consider that my offering of sage advice for your professional career." I said, slapping his shoulder as I walked around the desk.
"Oh, I hear you...it's been a blessing in some ways that I'm not a real employee...keeps things from getting messy. I'm still very much a guy who likes to sample things here and there."
"Now you're just rubbing my face in it." I said, with mock irritation, putting a book on the shelf and returning to my desk.
Collin chuckled at my response as he placed some files in the cabinet and closed the office door. "You'd probably like that, wouldn't you Mr. Harris."
"Huh? Why would I like being reminded of your conquests all the time?"
"Not quite what I meant." Collin said, leaning against the file cabinet and slowly running his thumb across the lower part of his crotch. "I get a sense that you like a bit of variety every now-and-then yourself."
"Hey man...I don't know where this is coming from...dudes aren't my thing. Hell, you've arranged most of my dinner dates the last few months...you should know where my interests are." I replied, even as my cock started to stir within my pants.
"Like I said...I'm used to the stares. Only you and one other guy around here give me more than a passing glance...and he's an old, fat slob." Collin said calmly as one hand slid into his pants-pocket, and rearranged things behind the trim-fit fabric. "Can't say that I'm interested in guys much at all...but I don't mind indulging a select few, as long as they don't expect much from me."
I swallowed hard, and my pulse began to race, as the impact of what he was saying registered in my brain. "I...uh...I think...you're making a mistake." I stammered, even as my cock continued to swell.
"Hmm...maybe...but I'm usually pretty good at sorting the casual glance from the full body scan." Collin said, as a visible bulge formed below the hand in his pocket and snaked toward the leg of his trousers. "If you want to know what the ladies are all excited about...then consider yourself as one of the very few guys I've let-in on the secret. I'm out of here at the end of the week...and I know you're not a pansy...otherwise, there's no way in hell I'd give you the opportunity. Your call...I could give a shit less either way." He finished, sounding arrogant as hell, and now standing next to me behind the desk.
I tried to fight it, but I couldn't keep from staring at his crotch as he stood watching me while loosening his tie. Collin's cock had slid even further down his left pant leg, tenting the fabric away from his thigh, making it obvious he had to be a boxer man. My own prick was now painfully confined behind my preference for supportive briefs. I could hear my pulse pounding in my ears as a slumbering curiosity awoke from years of hibernation. This was a mistake and I knew it, but my mind was also filled with thoughts of how much I admired his looks...how much I wanted to see all of his physical perfection.
"If you want it, you'll have to make the move. I can get laid every day...I don't have to beg dudes to blow me. I know my limits...as long as you know yours...then its all good." Collin said, almost taunting me as he placed his hands on his hips.
I still hesitated; saying nothing as I mindlessly reached for my crotch and shifted my aching cock into a better position. It was clear that Collin was nicely endowed, though difficult to judge just how well from behind the material.
"I'll be damned...guess I finally got one wrong." Collin said as he started to back away. "Sorry to embarrass you...at least you won't have to put-up with me anymore."
I should have let the narcissistic prick leave, but I found myself reaching out to grip the inside of his thigh instead. Even through the fabric, I could sense the strength in his legs and feel the tone of his muscles. My hand moved up to his crotch, squeezing the outline of his cock and producing a small spot of precum at the front of his pants.
"Mmmm...okay...guess I'm still batting a thousand." Collin said with a satisfied smirk and pulled-off his belt. "Come to think of it, maybe I should rub your face in it." He said gruffly, stretching the leather belt at the back of my head and pulling my face into his lap. "Oh shit, yeah! You wanted this more than you thought, didn't you?" I could only grunt as he ground his crotch against my face. "Only sampled the skill of two other guys...but they always gave the best blow-jobs. I'm sure you won't be any different."
I still hadn't said a word as I eased back and brought my hands up to open his trousers. My hands shook from raw nerves, fumbling with the button and lowering the zipper. Collins pants dropped around his ankles, revealing a neatly pressed pair of oxford-cloth boxers and the head of his cock peeking out from the leg opening. The uncut tip glistened and a string of precum started to trail toward the floor. I extended my tongue, lapping at the sticky fluid and teasing the tip of his prick.
Collin kicked off his shoes and stepped out of his pants. "Take them off, cock-sucker. Take a good look at what you've been imagining all this time."
I mindlessly did as instructed, grabbed the material at the bottom of each leg, and tugged his underwear to the floor. Collin's cock sprung upward once released from the cloth prison, revealing a perfect accompaniment to the owner's handsome frame. I've seen bigger pricks in porno films, but at a thick eight inches with a low-hanging shaved sack holding plum-sized balls...the whole package was beautifully proportioned to rest of him. I was starting to dislike his cocky attitude, but I couldn't help but think the end result was better than I'd imagined.
Collin slapped my face with his engorged rod, flinging precum across my nose and cheeks. "For a guy, you're not bad looking...you'll look even better with my cock down your throat. Go ahead, cocksucker...taste my meat."
