This is an attempt to have the title of the series start to make sense again, at least nominally. If you're squeamish about mixing just a little guy-on-guy stuff into your group sex casserole, then maybe this one (along with most of my other stories) is not for you.
Starting with chapter one is recommended, but not required. We're all adults here. As are all the characters in this story, of course.
-MM
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"I'm going to need your help on a service call this afternoon," Joe said.
I looked at him without really registering what he had said. The morning had dawned with steady rain, and pulling myself out of bed after the weekend's exertions had not been easy. I had thought when Joe asked me to accompany him to his office, it was to be balled out about showing up ten minutes late, and I had been steeling myself for a good thrashing.
"Earth to Jason," Joe said. "Are you with me, sport? Jesus, what the hell did you do on your vacation?"
"Yeah, sorry," I shook my head and tried to stifle a yawn. "Parties at my house mostly. Crazy ones."
"Enjoy it while it lasts," he said. "But I want you there on this service call. This customer is... demanding. And you're smart, thorough, and dedicated."
I looked at Joe with a raised eyebrow. "A compliment? Are you sure you're alright?"
"Smart-ass," Joe said. "Call me after your lunch break, and I'll tell you where to meet me."
By lunch time, I was soaked to the bone and cranky. As were the customers at both of my morning stops. They complained about my wet boots. They complained about the price of cable. They complained about their lousy kids. I muttered under my breath whenever I was working outside, safely out of ear-shot, while rain pummeled my rain gear as it cascaded off the edge of their roofs.
I was relieved to take my lunch break in my favorite diner, a hot bowl of chowder steaming in front of me. As I ate and read a paperback, the rain gradually slowed, and the dour mood of the morning began to slowly ebb away. By the time I arrived at Joe's specified address, there were even small breaks of sun in the dark, churning chaos of the clouded sky.
Joe's truck was empty, so when no one answered the door of the stately Victorian-style house, I called his cell phone.
"Yeah, Joe," I said when he answered. "I'm outside. Do you need anything from the truck?"
"Nah," he said. There was a long pause. "Just bring your tool belt with the usual stuff. Come right in and up the stairs on your right. Second room on the left."
Joe ended the call, and I tried the thumb latch on the heavy front door. The door creaked open, and the sound echoed through the big house. The lower level was shadowed deeply from the dark of the day, as well as the drawn curtains. The hard wood floors creaked obscenely under every step and I almost cried out loud when the wind pulled the door shut, ripping the inner nob out of my hand and shaking the entire house when it slammed.
I shook my head and cursed myself for jumping at shadows and took the stairs two at a time. The long hallway revealed more doorways than seemed possible, the second on the left was open, and lit well enough with the pale daylight that some of it spilled into the hallway. I moved toward the light and away from the shadows in the other doorways.
I turned into the room and stopped just inside the doorway. There was Joe, my supervisor, standing with his pants and underwear down around his ankles. A woman in her underwear was sucking his big cock.
"Jesus," I said.
Joe looked up and the woman turned toward me, but not before I heard her pop Joe's cock out of her mouth.
"It's about fucking time," the woman said. "I thought you told me he was your best."
"He is," Joe said. Joe looked at me with more comfort than I would have been able to muster in his position. He was standing there with his cock standing out hard and proud in front of him with a coworker, a subordinate, in the room with him. "Jason, this is Mrs. Harrison. You need to do whatever she tells you, okay?"
"I um," I said. Jesus Fucking Christ. I stood their and looked back and forth between the woman and Joe.
The woman was admittedly very attractive. It was hard to gauge her height, given that she was on her knees, but her curves were generous and supple. Her underwear was more decorative than functional. The black thong left both of her round white ass cheeks bare to my view, and she was turned toward me enough to make out the swell of her tits as they threatened to spill out of her shear black lace bra.
"Stop your staring and pull your fucking cock out," Mrs. Harrison said.
I looked at Joe one more time, and he nodded.
"Don't look at him," Mrs. Harrison said icily. "I'm giving the orders here, and for some fucking reason, I still don't see your cock."
If she noticed the growing bulge in my pants, she didn't comment. But leaving my tool belt on, I walked toward her and unzipped my fly. I stopped when I was close enough for her to reach around my legs while I fished my growing member out of my pants and let it dangle in front of her face.
"That is a nice one, Joe," Mrs. Harrison said. "You certainly picked the right man for the job." The she grabbed my cock and stuffed it into her mouth, sucking it as it continued to grow to its full size. I'd have to ask Joe later how he could possibly have had enough knowledge to assure Mrs. Harrison that I would be the "right man for the job."
Joe slowly stroked his cock and watched Mrs. Harrison suck me to full hardness. His cock was almost as big as mine, which made it the biggest I had seen other than my own or Matt's since my wild sex vacation had begun. Mrs. Harrison grabbed his shaft and jacked him while she tried to stuff my cock down her throat. I couldn't suppress my gasp of pleasure.
"You like how I suck this big beautiful cock?" Mrs. Harrison cooed after she had pulled her face off of me. She held my shaft in her hand and worked her fist up and down its length while she returned to sucking Joe's cock. She switched back and forth, thoroughly coating both of our cocks with her saliva. She gagged on our rods and spat on us when she backed off. The front of my pants were starting to get wet from her work.
Holding both of our cocks, and looking up at me, Mrs. Harrison said, "Now you two are going to fuck me. You're going to fuck me hard. You're going to fuck me rough. You're going to use me like your little fuck-slut, and after you've fucked all of my holes, you're both going to cum all over my face."
