3 for 1 Trade

By Ian Kovnats ( Gaystoryman )

Copyright © 2007 ? All Rights Reserved

In all honesty, he had never even saw it coming. His mind was still in shock from the news, delivered in what he thought was a cold and heartless manner. Hell, he had given the team his all, right from the moment he had been drafted 3 years ago. He had worked hard to learn the system, to take charge even, while the others had concentrated on their own stats. His agent had finally come by, to try and coddle him, to pacify his anger and mollify his hurt.

Three god damn years, busting his ass and for what? To read about being traded off like so much garbage in the morning paper? It simply wasn’t fair. Okay, the win loss record wasn’t good, but those things took time with all new personnel. It wasn’t like you could just pull one key guy out, and plug in another and expect victory, yet that is exactly what they did, and what they expected.

Welcome to professional sports, he thought as he once more tried to control his anger. He really felt like exploding, like telling the press exactly how he really felt, not that standard nice guy bullshit. Still, he wasn’t a seasoned veteran, just an expendable Quarterback with enormous talent. Least that is how he was referred to in the papers, and the talk shows in town. Some blamed him too, for the less than stellar team performance last season, but hell the 7 wins were at least better than the 2 the team averaged per season in the previous 5 years before he had been drafted.

His frown grew as he sipped at his coffee, feeling totally betrayed. He had given them everything they had asked for, and more. There was nothing he wouldn’t do for the Coach, and this was his repayment. Not even a call beforehand, not even a word that he was being made available for Trade and that is what hurt the most.

His new coach had already called, before the news had even sunk in. Couple of the veterans on offence had called as well, and while they all claimed to be pleased, he found the calls less than sincere. It was really just a business, as he finished the coffee and began to think about getting dressed. His agent was coming over later, with the new contract details, and his new team was sending over some personal assistant or other, for some reason or another. He really didn’t care, nor was he in the mood for it either. There was so much to think about, like getting out of his long term lease on his house, arranging for his stuff to get shipped, if he could find a place first.

The whole thing was just one huge nightmare for him. Here he was, just about to turn 23, three years of his career shot with some no place team, and he was heading off to another also ran team. To start all over again.

Getting dressed, he looked at himself in the mirror. He stood 6 foot 2 in stockings, weighed in at a respectable 200 pounds, and he had speed. He was no Michael Vick, but he wasn’t a lumbering ox either. He had managed a few good runs and he worked out as hard as any player ever did. He had a good arm, could throw the long pass as well as any of the starters out there, plus he could finesse the pass too. He had the talent, the skills, and yet standing there now, looking at his well built body, he felt like just a piece of meat. It wasn’t fare, he was the Quarterback, the star.

Everyone in town had hailed him as that. The same people who now thought it was for the best that he move on, were the one’s who praised his being drafted. Now they questioned the deal that gave the team the draft spot to grab him in the first round. Hell, he had spent the 1^st year on the bench, and in the second had made mistakes, but he still had managed to eek out 4 wins, and last season he had turned that into 7. What more could he do?

The ringing of his doorbell brought him out of his reflective mood and he wrapped the towel around his waste, to answer it. He expected it to be his agent, but upon opening the door, a young man stood there, looking like he had just come out of a steam bath. His face was dripping from sweat, and his hair looked like it hadn’t seen a comb or brush in years, let alone this morning.

‘Yes?’

‘I am Kyle’

‘Good for you, and?’

‘Uh, your new assistant? You were expecting me, weren’t you?’

‘Oh, yeah, sorry dude, uh, come in, just in the middle of waking up and getting dressed. You got here fast’

‘The team owner, Jerry, had me catch the red eye. He wanted to make sure I got here to be of use, to uh, make it more comfortable for you.’

Jordan stared closer at the young man at his door. He saw how he had glanced down at first, to check him out which registered in the back of his mind. It was also when he realized he hadn’t gotten dressed yet, and he quickly let Kyle inside. He certainly was a step up from the last personal assistant he had. This one certainly had better looks.

Walking towards his bedroom, he thought about his last assistant. Colin was nothing in the looks department, and he had tired of him quickly. It was one reason that Colin was now assisting Greg, the new wide receiver the team had picked up late last season. He hardly heard from Colin now, and as he walked into his room, he felt a small pang of regret. Colin really hadn’t been all that bad, just dull really.

He didn’t realize that Kyle had followed him into the bedroom. Dropping the bath towel from around his waist, he suddenly heard the quick intake of breath. Without even thinking he whirled around to see Kyle staring at him. He felt embarrassed as he realized that he was standing there, stark naked, with a semi boner as well. That is what you get from thinking of the past flings, like Colin, he thought as he saw the wide open eyes of his new assistant staring at him.

Before he could reach down for the towel, the new assistant finally tore his eyes away from gaping at Jordan’s cock. He looked up at Jordan, and had a strange glint in the eyes.

‘Shit, you don’t waste any time, do you?’

Jordan was confused as he just looked at the young man. He noticed that there was a bit of a bulge in Kyle’s own pants, a pair of tight fitting jeans. Looking the young man over, he felt excited by the young man’s gaze. He wasn’t as tall as him, maybe only 6foot, but he was slender, and had fine looking features. Plus, he was blonde, something Jordan preferred. Unsure of what to say, he just shrugged, which seemed to relax the young man. He watched as Kyle stepped closer towards him, his eyes glancing from Jordan’s face, to the fully aroused cock, then back again, but always going back down. Jordan sort of enjoyed the admiring look he was getting.

His mouth dropped down, as he watched Kyle get close, then drop down to his knees. He was at a loss for words, as the young man reached out, to touch him.

‘Whoa, what you doing there?’

Kyle looked up, his hand poised near the naked thigh of the Quarterback. His face was close, and Jordan could feel his breath across his fully erect cock.

‘About to give you head, isn’t that what you want? Or you want me to uh, you know, get comfortable first?’

‘Head? I don’t, I mean… what gave you that idea?’

Kyle leaned back on his heels. He had a handsome face, Jordan thought, as he felt tiny beads of sweat on his forehead. This was a bit unexpected, and yet, it wasn’t displeasing either. Still, how the fuck did this guy even know he was that way? He had done a pretty good job of hiding his sexual preference, ever since High School. So how the fuck did this guy know?

‘Don’t sweat it, Jerry was very clear and I know how to keep my mouth shut, except when I am sucking cock’

He really had no answer to that one, nor did Kyle give him any time to think about it. His head moved down to stare at Jordan’s cock, and he reached out with his hand to hold onto the massive thighs. The touch took away any thought of rejecting the offer.

His body trembled when he felt the hands grasp his legs. The way the fingers slowly moved outwards, then dug into his flesh made him let out a small moan of pleasure. It made Kyle look up for just a second, and flash him a smile. It was that smile, that broke down any last thought of stopping the young man.

Looking down, he saw the blond hair was streaked a bit, and he began to wonder a little, until he felt the warmth of the lips, pressing on the skin of his inner thigh. He felt the kiss, very light and yet it made him shudder. The waves of excitement were growing, as he reached out to rest his own hands on the young man’s shoulders. He sighed as he felt Kyle kissing him, while his head kept brushing his stiff cock. Jordan didn’t think he could get harder, yet he could feel the skin growing more tight on his cock, making him ache.

Another shudder passed through his body, which Kyle picked up on and he moved his head upwards, to lick at Jordan’s body. The tongue moved between the thigh and crotch, licking at the tender flesh, then the wiry pubic hairs, as Kyle moved his head until now Jordan’s cock was underneath his chin.

The head moved back, as a hand reached down to grasp the shaft of his cock. He felt the fingers tighten around the base as it raised the cock upwards, brushing past Kyle’s mouth. He flexed his hands and dug into the shoulders, enjoying the sensations that were flowing through his body.

Kyle let the cock brush past his mouth, and as the head came by, he flicked his tongue out. The small drop of pre cum was suddenly gone, and a wave of pleasure raced along the shaft. He felt his body tense, as the lips now touched his head, kissing it just under the slit, while the hand held it firmly.

He began to moan a little, and then he sucked in his breath, as Kyle suddenly shoved the whole cock into his mouth. He felt the lips wrap around the head, then he felt the wet warm mouth cover his whole cock. Jordan groaned now, as he felt his cock strike the back of Kyle’s throat. He shot his hips forward out of reflex, that made the young man grunt.

Looking down he saw the head begin to move as his cock was sucked. His hands clenched the shoulders tighter, as he began to match the head’s motion. His body was aching as he felt his balls slinging upwards. Kyle seemed to sense his mood, and his other hand now reached over and pushed at the dangling balls, wedging them upwards into the cock. With each inwards thrust of his head, his chin rubbed against Jordan’s balls, that made him shudder.

The boy’s stubble on the chin scratched his leathery sac, and the tongue licking at the underside of his throbbing cock was too much for him. He could feel himself losing control as his moans now echoed in the room. Kyle began to twist his head a little as he sucked on the cock. The turning motion only making Jordan groan louder. His hands were digging hard into the young man’s flesh, touching bone as he shot his hips in and out in time with Kyle’s own motion. He was going faster and faster as he shut his eyes, seeing long brilliant flashes of lights against his eyelids. His body trembled, and he felt himself surrendering.

The blood rushed to his groin. His arms were numb and his legs were threatening to collapse at the knees. He was leaning forward, shooting his hips forward, driving his own cock deep down into Kyle’s mouth. He felt the muscles tighten, the stomach muscles hurting as they contracted inside. He groaned loudly as the first stream of his cum came flooding out into Kyle’s mouth.

He couldn’t help himself, as he continued to pound his cock into the young man’s face. Crying out he let his body explode into the willing mouth and he could feel his own cum coating his cock head, even as more hot milk came flooding out. His whole body shook as he came.

It hadn’t taken him long to cum. His body was still quivering as he pulled his cock out of his new assistant’s mouth. He leaned on the young man’s shoulder, not sure if he could stand on his own. The release had been unlike any other, as he listened to his own panting. Finally he felt like he could move, and slowly made his way to the edge of his bed, Quickly he sat on the edge, and stared over at the young man.

‘You do that well’ was all he could mutter, as he was still short of breath.

Kyle smiled as he stood up, brushing his pants. He looked around the room and then back at Jordan. His eyes seemed a bit distant as he stood there, just looking around. Finally he picked up a pair of boxers and brought them over to Jordan.

‘Part of the job. I think you’ll like the new digs that the team picked out for you too, uh better get dressed, the doorbell is going nuts, I’ll go answer it’

Jordan watched as Kyle left his bedroom, to answer the door. He hadn’t even heard it ringing, but as he pulled his shorts up, he suddenly felt a whole lot better about the trade.

My Turn

By Ian Kovnats ( Gaystoryman )

Copyright © 2007 ? All Rights Reserved

Stephen sat off to one side of the couch, pouting still as Tim came back into the living room. It was the usual routine as Tim sighed, seeing his lover of almost 20 years looking so put off. He really didn’t understand how they had managed to stay together for so long, given how moody Stephen got, when it was his turn.

It wasn’t like he didn’t enjoy it either. Least judging by the way he would squirm, would groan and moan, you would think he was having fun, was enjoying the pleasure of being taken. Still, always when Tim made it known that this time, he wanted to be the top, Stephen went into a huff, a sort of reluctant acceptance.

He rubbed his wet hair with the towel, looking over at the pouting face and still felt a stir in his groin. Stephen was one of those who always looked hot, even when his angular face was all wrinkled up in his disgust look. Tim almost laughed when he would see the dark eyes peering at him, the nose wrinkled up and a sour look across his mouth. It made Stephen look like an imp, and he wondered if maybe it was just a game, a routine to get him more aggressive?

That was how it usually ended up. He would get totally pissed off, and more or less force himself on Stephen. It was always raw and rather intoxicating for him too, the way Stephen would resist at first, then surrender to his sexual demands. The eyes would glare at him, as if he was angry, but if you looked hard enough you could see his love, his passion.

It was different, like night was to day, the way he would somehow become this total animal. Normally they would cuddle for hours, caress each other and just stare at each other with nothing but love in their eyes. It was never rushed, never rough and tumble unless it was his turn. Then all bets were off, and as he stared at his lover, glaring at him from under his downcast face, Tim felt the urge to just grab him, and flip him over right there and drive his dick into his ass.

He’d show him who was boss, and as he felt the hot flush of desire begin to pound inside, he also realized that it was almost like being planned. That somehow he wasn’t calling the shots, but reacting to Stephen’s own desire for something different, something out of the ordinary.

For the most part, they enjoyed a comfortable sex life. He recognized that at times it was perhaps too vanilla, too sedate. Then the feeling would build until moments like now, when he would not ask, but command that it was his turn to lead in their sexual fun.

Stephen always objected, told him he was too predictable, too hetro, which always made him angry. It was like Stephen was goading him, forcing him to think about how he would assault his lover, how he would show him that he could do more than just flip him and pound his ass, or grab his head and plough his throbbing cock into the protesting mouth.

There would be moments, when Stephen would break away, would protest that he wasn’t going to do that, or let Tim do that, but in the end it always happened. It was a game, or was it? Tim stared at his lover, seeing the lips in their ritualistic pout and all he could think of was how it would be to just walk over, twist the dark hair in his hand, and yank the head towards his groin. Stuffing his cock into that mouth, past those lips was a thought, but he had done that last time, as his opener. He did want to make it different, but how?

That was always the problem for him. He liked the touch of those lips on his cock, the way he would rake his teeth across Tim’s stiff dick, but that was too predictable. He was struggling for doing something different, to make the most out of his turn. God only knew when he’d get another moment when Stephen would agree to switching places, to being the pursued, instead of being the pursuer.

Tim enjoyed their sex life, the way Stephen would whisper in his ear, telling him how much he loved him, how much he enjoyed the press of their bodies together. It was all part of their routine, the way Stephen would gently run his hand down Tim’s body. The fingers just barely touching his skin, making him tingle and squirm. Yet there were times when he thought Stephen was off elsewhere, not really concentrating, and the final sex, became mundane. It was then that the idea of him flipping Stephen over, of forcing his legs apart and just driving his dick in, would begin to dominate his thoughts.

Staring over at Stephen, he realized that in almost 20 years together, he still didn’t really know him. His moods he could guess at, but deep down he really didn’t know the man who shared his life for so long. Did he enjoy being tossed on the bed, having his nipples squeezed? At times he seemed to, but then other times he didn’t.

Then there was the whole rimming thing. Stephen rarely, if ever, gave him a rim job. He always begged off, and no amount of cajoling, or pleading seemed to matter. Yet when he went down on Stephen’s ass, the guy would moan endlessly, beg him for more even if he had been rimming him for what seemed like hours. So he liked getting it, but damn he wasn’t going to please him, which irked him.

Standing there he felt a small evil grin cross his face, one that Stephen seemed to pick up on, asking him what was on his mind. Tim merely smiled a bit broader, telling him he’d find out as he went off to the bedroom. He had his plan now, on how to make this different, while also pleasing himself.

Finally he was set, and this time he knew that Stephen wouldn’t be so easy to convince. Still, it was worth it if his plan worked as he went out, demanding Stephen to come to the bedroom. He watched, with an eager eye, as Stephen pretended to be reluctant. He could see the stiff cock making a lie out of Stephen’s protests. He was horny, just as Tim was, and looking at his face, he saw the desire hiding behind the supposed angry glare.

‘Come to daddy’ he thought as he pushed Stephen in the small of his back, as he walked past. Telling him that it was time he started accepting that he wanted things too, that sex was about sharing, about giving to each other as he saw Stephen stiffen. The muscles in his back grew taut as he saw the bed, and how it was all laid out.

The restraints were backwards. The ankles restraints were up at the front of the bed, wrist cuffs at the back of their four poster queen sized bed. Stephen turned with a quizzical look that he ignored. He quickly made Stephen stretch out, his way. With his head now resting at the foot of the bed. His neck was supported by the edge of the bed, allowing for his head to dangle down. It was exactly as he wanted and once he secured all the restraints he stood looking down at his lover.

The eyes were smouldering, as Stephen hated being tied up. Tough he thought, but it was also the only way he could control him, to make him do what he wanted. Standing there, his hard cock just above Stephens face, he saw him lick his lips, anticipating tasting Tim’s throbbing cock.

The sight of his lover, stretched out like a helpless piece of meat made him ache. His cock was already dripping but he had something else in mind than just stuffing it down his lover’s throat. He reached down, gripped the hard pole and wiped it across Stephen’s lips. He let him taste the oozing pre cum and then stepped back.

Stephen had been preparing himself to take the long dick and was taken aback by its sudden withdrawal. His eyes were staring up right at Tim’s crotch, but he could see the questioning look in the eyes. He just smiled down at his lover, and once more stepped forward, but this time he let his balls rub across Stephen’s face. He felt the tongue flick up and lick at the leathery sac and it made him bite his lips. He didn’t want to let on how he liked it, as once more he stepped back.

He moved over to the night stand, and hid his front from Stephen’s gaze. He could feel the eyes peering at him, knowing how he had lifted his head upwards to watch, but there was nothing for him to see, other than Tim’s buttocks. The white cheeks that quivered a little as Tim thought about his plan. He could hear the protests coming, but he didn’t care as he grabbed the nipple clamps he had bought and then walked over to the foot of the bed.

Tim’s eyes stared at him, as he reached down and twisted one nipple, then the other. He took his finger and licked it and then once more tweaked each nipple. He made Stephen grunt and then he applied the clamp. A small pull on each, to insure their attachment got a small cry from Stephen, that he knew would soon turn to angry screams and protests as he moved back down to stand over Stephen’s face.

He took his cock and once more rubbed it along the lips, smearing more of his pre cum over them. The touch of his cock head on those full lips made him shake a little as he let his body squat down a bit, pressing harder with his cock on the mouth.

Stephen began to spread his mouth open, and just when he was ready to let that throbbing pole in, Tim moved back, and then turned around. He backed up and stood over his lover, his ass grazing the upper chest of his lover.

‘Now my sweet, time you serviced me, just like I have you in the past’

Stephen stared up at him, his eyes wide open as Tim stood back up and then spread his legs. He reached behind him, to grab his own ass cheeks, and spread them apart. Looking down he saw the eyes almost bulging open as he slowly lowered his buttocks over Stephens face.

‘Lick me’ was his command, as his buttocks was pressing down on Stephen’s face. He could hear him snorting, knowing how his nostrils were flaring. Stephen’s breath was becoming shallow and rapid, as Tim held his opened buttocks over the face.

‘Come on, Lick Me’ he ordered, waiting for that first flicker. He lowered his body a bit more, feeling Stephen’s nose press into his valley between the cheeks of his ass.

‘Do It’ he commanded, and he knew he had taken Stephen by surprise. There still wasn’t any protests, no angry shrieks of no way and he waited, letting Stephen know that he wasn’t about to move until he performed his task.

Nothing was happening, which made him angry. How many times in the past had Stephen asked him to go down on him? How many times had he given in, and here he was, asking and being ignored. Screw that he thought as he reached down to grasp at some of Stephen’s hair.

Wrapping his fingers around it, he pulled up, forcing Stephen’s head upwards, driving his face between his legs.

‘Now Lick, Do It’ he barked in an angry voice.

‘No, no Tim, please, you know I…’

‘Do it, I don’t care if you like it or not, I do, so do it’ he yelled, louder than he had wanted. It had the effect he had hoped for as he suddenly felt his body quiver.

The first hesitant flick of Stephen’s tongue made him loosen his grip and he reached back around to grab at his cheeks. He dug his own fingers in deep to the flesh, as he spread them as wide as possible without ripping himself apart. He bit his lip hard as he tried to hold his position, to even lower himself more onto Stephen’s face.

The press of his lover’s tongue around his hole made his whole body quiver. He felt his legs tremble a little, as the raspy edge of the tongue flicked around his hole. Sweat was beginning to bead on his forehead as he flung his head back, enjoying that first touch, that first feeling of being licked.

‘Put it in… more, come on, do it’ he yelled.

The tongue shot inwards, curling and driving itself inwards. He felt the tip as it moved past his sphincter. His hole had opened, swallowing the tongue as Stephen gagged a little, but kept his tongue moving around from side to side, as it tasted Tim’s insides. He felt himself shaking, as he felt the tongue licking his soft insides. The muscles were fluttering as they felt the raspy tongue caressing them.

His whole body was trembling now as he leaned down more. He wanted more of that tongue inside, and Stephen obliged him as he felt his lover’s head pushing up into his buttocks. The nose was hurting him, but he didn’t care as he felt the tongue twirling around inside. He groaned loudly, as his twisted from side to side. He could feel his body quivering, feel the excitement inside of himself, as Stephen’s tongue worked its way inside.

His balls were aching like they never had before. He could feel the pain inside of himself as Stephen continued to lick him, the sounds adding to his excitement. He knew he couldn’t hold on much longer, as the tongue darted out, then back in harder than before. He could hear it all, feel it as waves of pleasure wafted through his whole body. His arms were stiffening, his legs growing numb as the juice inside of him came bubbling upwards.

Before his legs could give in, he stood up, tottering a tit as he quickly turned around, and leaned forward on one hand, he stuffed his throbbing cock into Stephen’s mouth. He pushed it down, feeling the throat protesting against the sudden invasion by the thick cock, but he ignored it. His body was suddenly out of control as he rocked forward then backwards.

Tim cried out, as he stuffed his cock into the mouth, and he heard the grunt, the small gag, but he ignored it all as he shook. His body couldn’t hold on anymore, and all he could think of was the feeling of Stephen’s tongue as it had licked his insides. His legs were numb, his eyes were filled with water and glazed over, as he shuddered. His cock head reared back, then dove in deep into Stephen’s throat.

He cried out, as his body unleashed its milk. He felt the cock shake inside of Stephen’s mouth, as it shot its load of cum into the throat. The sound of gagging was distant to his ears, as he heard the wild thunder of his heart as his body continued to surrender its precious fluid. Tim felt like every ounce of liquid in his whole body had turned to cum, and was pouring out into Stephen’s mouth as his mind could only think of the tongue, digging at his hole, tasting him and tasting him.

His legs shook, as the last of his cum dribbled out into the already filled mouth. Cum was dripping from his lover’s mouth, trickling down his cheeks as he stared down at the man’s heaving chest. He could see the rivers of sweat, and see the oozing pre cum rolling down Stephen’s own cock. He saw it jerk, just as his own body shook. His cries were echoing in the room, as he slowly pushed himself back, taking his expended cock out of the mouth, feeling the tongue flicker and take one last taste of his cum.

He shuffled a bit, unsteady on his feet, as he turned around once more. Tim could feel Stephen’s eyes on him, as he moved back over his face, once more reaching back and spreading his cheeks, as he lowered himself onto that face. His flesh felt the dried cum around the mouth, as once more he commanded his lover to lick, to lick him hard and deep.

Once more the tongue came to him, licking at his hole. Once more he felt the waves of pleasure roll through his whole body. He was trembling so much that his fingers slipped. He struggled to hold his cheeks apart, to let Stephen’s tongue work its magic on him. He was losing as he finally had to stand up, to walk away. The effort was nearly too much as he sat down on the floor, his head next to Stephen’s. He looked over, seeing the glint in his lover’s eyes.

‘Untie me Bitch, and I’ll show you how a real rim job is done’ was softly spoken. His own eyes bulged as he stared at Stephen, seeing the lust, the desire. He smiled as he leaned against the foot of the bed.

‘In time’ was all he said, as he felt the pain in his chest lessen. ‘In time’ he muttered, as he leaned over, kissing Stephen, tasting his own dried cum, his own aroma coming from the lips.

Climbing the Ladder

By Ian Kovnats ( Gaystoryman )

Copyright © 2007 ? All Rights Reserved

Tom was exhausted as he headed towards the Men’s room down the hall. They had finally broken for a break, the client’s off in one conference room, to talk and unwind. His boss, Carl, was in his own office, getting caught up on the day’s calls, while he had been relegated to saving the whole meeting. Typical Carl he thought as he walked slowly down the hall. He could feel the eyes of his co-workers on him.

They knew but this time it didn’t seem to matter. He was used to it, and yet this time was different. To begin with he had told Carl that the campaign wasn’t going to please the clients, given that Ross was not some old fat cat. He had come up the hard way, not on daddy’s apron strings like Carl had assumed. The guy had degrees up the ass, and he more importantly, he knew his shit. Carl just didn’t get it, and had now thrown it all onto Tom’s lap.

Well fuck, he thought as he pushed open the door to the restroom, if it was going to be his baby, he should at least get the credit. Something he knew would never happen as Carl would lay claim to it if it worked, blame him if it didn’t, and more than likely, sack him in the bargain.

Maybe his friends were right. They kept telling him to just quit, but then the job paid well and he rather enjoyed the freedom his paycheque gave him. He liked the new car, the rather spacious apartment that his monthly stipend bought. Still, the aggravation was not something he had bargained for. The older he got, the more it bothered him.

He reached into his suit pants pocket, pulling out some antacid medication his doctor had prescribed. He was up to taking four or five a day now, and he knew his next doctor visit would not be pleasant. Still, he hung in, and for what he thought?

For one day Carl actually helping him climb the ladder of success? To one day maybe have his own client list, to handle meetings his way? He doubted that would happen, least not without some leverage. One thing he had learned from Carl. You didn’t get ahead by being complacent or waiting for others. You seized the moment and as he walked towards a Urinal, he wondered if this wasn’t one of those moments.

Could he turn Carl’s inability to reach the client’s needs to his own personal advantage? Could he maybe jump over Carl’s old bones to seize the chance, to impress the company’s President enough to take over the account? Somehow he doubted it, given that Carl was Lee’s son in law, but hell, maybe money was thicker than relations by marriage? After all Ross’s annual advertising budget with them was a half million, and even for Lee, that wasn’t chump change.

His mind was deep in thought, wondering how he could not just save the account, but get credit for it. Without Ross mentioning it, there didn’t seem to be much chance of him seizing this opportunity. Without Carl putting in a good word for him, or Ross, there just didn’t seem to be anyway he could take advantage of Carl’s latest fuck up.

“Your boss doesn’t get it, does he?”

The voice startled him and he turned around. Tom forgot he had taken his dick out to pee, and only when he saw Ross staring at it, did it dawn on him, his mistake. He reached down to adjust things, and stuff his cock back into his pants. It was as he did the zipper up that he noticed a strange look come across the man’s face. Almost as if he was disappointed in the disappearance of the penis.

“Uh, sorry, uh… I think he will, I mean, he has another approach to show.”

The man just stood there, staring at the now zipped up crotch. His eyes seemed to just bore downwards, to try and see beyond the pants. His voice was strangely soft, as he spoke.

“He does, or you do?”

Tom wasn’t sure how to answer that one. Was it a test of his loyalty or was there more in the casual comment? There was no doubt that Ross hadn’t been impressed with Carl, and yet, he had been a client since Tom had come to work here. He glanced upwards, noticing that Ross still kept his eyes cast downward. It was like he had more on his mind than discussing Carl or the campaign.

An idea was forming in his mind that he wasn’t exactly pleased about, and yet he hated the idea of once more saving Carl’s fat lazy ass. Casually he turned his back on the tall man to face the wall and urinal. He unzipped his pants, slowly, insuring the sound was clearly audible.

“It’s a team effort Mr. Perkins, all of us here want to insure our clients get all they want, whatever it takes. Carl has his moments, and he has been in this business a long time.”

Tom reached down to bring his dick out, making a bit of a show of his struggle to pull the surprisingly thick dick out. He couldn’t help but notice he was getting aroused and he wondered if Ross, Mr Perkins, was also noticing that.

“Call me Ross.”

“Okay Ross, uh, I think you will find our changes exactly what you are looking for.”

There was a moments silence and then he heard the loud harsh clicking sound of shoes echo on the tile floor as Ross took several steps closer and to the right of him. He bit his lower lip, wondering if he had read Ross right, or was he playing with fire?

“You know that this is the last chance, or I will take my business elsewhere.”

“Yes Sir.”

“Good, I’d hate for you to not realize just how important it is that I am satisfied.”

He swallowed hard, not sure if he was reading the conversation right, and also he was afraid. Tom hadn’t ever been in this type of situation before. He knew that on occasion clients had demands, outside of the campaign details, demands that Carl found ways to satisfy, as did others. He stood very still, keeping his eyes averted and resisting the temptation to turn back around. Yet he was feeling not just scared, but strangely aroused as well. The thick cock shaft was clear evidence of that.

“We all understand that, and it is our goal to satisfy your needs, anyway uh, anyway we can”

There he had said it. Had he read Ross’s comments the way he had intended, or had he screwed up totally? He felt nervous and could feel a bead of sweat forming on his forehead as he waited, his dick hanging out of his trousers.

He jumped a little as he felt the firm hand on his shoulder. Tom felt the hands as they dug into his shoulder, and force him to turn around. As he did, he let his own hands drop to his side, his penis sticking out freely. He was totally hard now, and as he turned, he didn’t stare right off into Ross’s face. He looked into the man’s chest, noticing the open jacket, the crisp blue striped white dress shirt with the tiny crest over the left breast.

A hand came to rest under his chin, and the forefinger applied pressure to it. He felt his chin lifted up and as he did, he let his eyes glance upwards. There was no mistaking the look of desire in the face that loomed so close to his own. He saw the sparkle in Ross’s eyes as they held his.

“This is the last shot at it, you do understand that, right?”

Tom’s heart was beating a mile a second. He nodded and then reached out with one hand, to take Ross’s wrist. He guided the man’s hand downwards, to the waiting cock. He swallowed hard as he felt the hand brush against his erect pole. Tom felt nervous, wondering if he was pushing it, but the firm grip of Ross’s fingers around the blood filled shaft eased his worry. He stepped forwards, letting his body brush up against the man.

While the hand clasped tightly around the pole, the man in front reached out with his other and bent down. The hot breathe of the man wafted across Tom’s nostrils as suddenly he found the man’s lips pressing against his. He felt the man let go of his cock and reach around to firmly hold onto Tom’s shuddering body.

The kiss was hard, and the taste of the man made him feel a bit feint. He struggled with the strange emotions that were suddenly released within. Sighing, he moved a step closer, letting the man hold him tighter. They swayed a little back and forth, and then Ross broke away from him. He stared into Tom’s face, a thin smile crossing his lips.

“Not here.”

With those softly spoken words, Tom nodded and then felt himself guided over towards the cubicles. He let Ross take him inside one and close the door behind him. Then once more he felt the hot press of lips on his as his pants were undone. They dropped quickly to the ground, as the mans hands tugged at his shorts, finally pushing them down.

It didn’t take long before Ross had one hand gripping the jutting out pole, clamping it firmly in the palm. He sighed a little as the man pulled it forward, and as he did, Ross flicked his tongue outwards. It dove deep into Tom’s willing mouth. Tom let his hands reach around the slender man’s body, holding him tight.

They kissed for a few minutes. Then Tom lifted himself up, to sit on the back of the toilet. His legs were spread open as Ross sat down on the toilet itself. His face was now in line with Tom’s throbbing penis. Ross looked up at him for a moment, then turned down to stare at the offering in front of him. Tom reached down with one hand, to hold the cock at its base, his other hand behind Ross’s head. Gently his hand pushed the head forward, his other hand aiming the throbbing cock at the man’s mouth.

The thin lips touched his cock head, and he felt a thrill or bolt of excitement really. It made its way up his body as the mouth quickly surrounded his cock. The head was firmly inside as the bolt made its way to his mind, and his body shuddered. It felt unreal as he kept guiding the head, pushing it towards him.

The warm wet mouth moved along his shaft, until the lips were pressing up against his pubic hairs. The man’s nose was off to one side, breathing in his aroma, his man scent and he leaned back against the cold wall, enjoying the sensation totally. Back and forth the head moved, and he felt the hard press of the lips as they pulled his skin back. He continued to feel himself quiver as Ross sucked hard on his pole. The man’s fingers were now under his balls, playing with them, poking the sac to tickle the testicles.

Closing his eyes he let out a soft moan, relishing the attention being paid to him. The press of the fingers into his sac, to probe until his hard shaft made them go no further was nearly too much. His breathing was becoming ragged as the lips moved up and down his pole.

The sucking sounds were also thrilling him. They echoed loudly in the large restroom, despite the walls of the cubicle. He ached as the man sucked him. The lips were tight around the skin, and he felt the blood boiling inside as he let one hand stay on the head, pressing harder with each inwards motion.

Tom was getting close, and the constant fear of someone walking in, of hearing him made him bite his lips as he felt his body tremble. The slurping sounds were unreal and made him squirm a little as Ross continued to suck on his dick. He wished they were elsewhere, as he’d like to be touching the man, to be feeling his cock while his was being sucked. Groaning he knew he was close. Ross seemed to sense it as his fingers now probed him harder, pushing the full sacs upwards.

The muscles in his legs were becoming stiffer as his body was nearly ready to explode. He pushed upwards with his own hips, forcing his whole cock deep down into Ross’s open throat. He could feel the head strike the upper palette, and he cried out as his hands dug deep into the mans shoulders. He cried again and arched upwards even more, as his cock suddenly shot forward, and as it reached down deep into Ross’s throat, he exploded.

His cream came rushing out like a torrent of raging water. It flooded the mans mouth and surprised him. A slight gagging sound came from the filled mouth and a groan of joy came upwards. Tom dug his hands in deeper, feeling bone as his body bucked a little with his second hard shot of cum. He could feel his own milk surrounding the embedded cock, as Ross swallowed several times. He felt the strange exhilaration as his body spent itself within Ross’s mouth.

It was over quickly. He felt the mouth leave his cock, felt the easing of tension in his body as he shook a little. It was over, and he sighed a bit. His eyes were still glazed as he looked down to Ross. The man was leaning backwards, against the cubicle door and his eyes met Tom’s.

There was satisfaction showing there and Tom smiled.

Ross stood up as Tom made his way down off the toilet. He bent down and pulled up his boxers and pants. Zipping them up he looked up and smiled again. He had rather enjoyed himself, and while he hoped it would make a difference, he didn’t care all that much. What had happened had been rewarding and exciting. It was an experience he had never felt before and thinking about it was getting him horny all over again. Ross stepped out and went to the wash basins. He splashed some water over his face, adjusted his tie and hair and then headed for the exit.

He turned back and smiled at Tom, licking his lips as he did so.

“I think Tom, I shall enjoy working closely with you on this new campaign, …of yours”

Tom just grinned, wondering how many late night sessions they could come up with as he adjusted his own clothes, and headed back to put the finishing touches on what he now knew would be a highly successful presentation.