Falling off the Edge

Chapter 3      

Dan

“Dan, love, you remember I told you about a Rear Admiral in the Navy who has a son who was a marine?”

I lay back on my elbow at the pools edge, naked, my erection curving up over my abs as one of the Patrons leaned in to kiss my balls, by permission of his partner, who was sharing the pool with him and fondling him from behind. I had my phone to my ear with my husband’s voice telling me something about an Admiral.

Jake continued. “Well the good Admiral put in a call to me asking if I knew of a gay friendly business for his boy. Seems his son…let's see I have the name here, “Keen Mathews, just finished with a BA and wants to serve in the service industry. I checked. He got straight As in accounting. He’s twenty-three, and apparently a black belt in some form of martial arts. Anyway, I told the Admiral who to have his son contact, and that you needed a financial guy you could trust with your hotel books.”

“I do want that baby,” I said, keeping my voice steady. It wasn’t easy, as the handsome hotel patron, pressed his lips around my balls. He was a very nice Italian looking hotty, going down on me. It had started out as an easy flirt, just pleasantries between two naked men with his partner right there, pretending not to notice. Then we sat down together legs in the water, chatting which led to a kiss then another, and then his mouth enveloping my balls.

It was reckless of me, but ever since my temporary break up with Jake and all that led to it, my sense of sexual and relationship boundaries seemed to have fallen away. I ran an gay adult guest house that had only gotten more popular, and for me to walk around in a sports jacket and jeans, my usual wear, when all the patrons were naked, or nearly, seemed off putting.

I enjoyed letting it hang out. Maybe I wasn’t quite as hung as my husband, but I was above average by at least a couple inches, with thick meat hanging there that men clearly liked to look at, and I was still young, only 23. I worked out, even taught one of Jake’s introductory classes in martial arts, so for an executive type, I was in prime cut shape. And dammit, flirting was just very fun. Jake didn’t seem to mind that I was more openly flirty. In fact he seemed to be excited by it. I’d always underestimated just how much of a voyeur he was. Now I was enjoying it. Ok, so he was at his house packing up because he finally got a great offer on his place, rather then here, watching a stranger mouthing the balls of his husband by the pool, but still, I was getting some attention, other eyes were on me, including the man’s husband, and it was hot.

“You sound like your all horned up, love.” Jake purred in my ear through the phone.

“Well …. there is a hot guy at the pool here who has his handsome face between my legs.” I teased.

“Oooh baby, sounds hot.” Jake growled back. “Remember now no fucking. Save that cream for me, baby,” my husband warned. That was our latest boundary. We could kiss cuddle, stroke and even suck, but no fucking.”

“I remember baby…” I said winking at the stud sucking my iron hard pole.

“By the way, babe,” Jake offered casually, almost playfully. “That Keen Mathews he’ll be arriving for his interview in just a few minutes. He just called me.”

“Fuck!” I squawked. Jake laughed on the other end, the bastard.

With hasty apologies to the stranger, and his husband, both of whom looked very disappointed, the man who had been having my balls said, “Ciao baby.” His partner looked just as disappointed. Hmm, maybe I should introduce them to Jake, I thought.

My erection was stiff as a board as I stumbled from the pool area. Several men whistled, a few reaching out to brush hands over me as I moved through the hotel lobby.

I had to hope the sight of a man with an erection streaking through the hotel lobby was a welcome one. With recently arrived patrons gawking at me I reached the steps to the second floor and my old office.

 

Going through the door with no announcement, I found my very delicious looking receptionist, Kenny, a broad shouldered beach boy blond, sitting behind his desk naked, his arm moving as he wanked slowly to something on his computer. No doubt porn or one of his many bf’s naked pics.

“Kenny!”

“Mr. Dan!” He looked up startled, and then dimpled adorably in a grin as he saw my erection, which had not gone down one iota.

“I need to change and you need to put something on! I have an appointment with a Mr. Keen Mathews who will be here any minute.”

“You sure I can’t take care of that…” He started.

‘No. Kenny this is important,” I said, though recent memories of Kenny going down on me, made me throb.  “ I need a finance officer, and I need to make a good impression. Now get dressed,” I said darting into the inner office.

Other then a comfortable L shaped couch, coffee table and two other chairs, I had taken down the bedroom furniture where I used to fuck that scammer, Dean.

I heard Kenny answering the phone out there as I made a  b-line to the closet where I kept my sports coat and a couple pairs of jeans. What? The closet was empty! Shit!

“Kenny!”

A moment later he appeared at the door. He’d managed to pull on a pair of white stretch short shorts that did nothing to hide his big boner.

“Mr. Dan, a Keen Mathews is here asking if he might speak with you?”

“Kenny where are my clothes?” I gasped, now whispering.

“Mr. Dan, you told me to take your jackets to the cleaners and your jeans are in the laundry.”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!” I swore. Then I said, “You say, he is out there now?”

“Yes Sir.” Kenneth replied, looking a bit less snarky than before; maybe because he saw how upset I was.

“Fine! I will just brazen it out. Tell him I will see him in one moment.”

“Yes Sir.” Kenneth replied but his eyes fell to my raging erection as I waved him out.

With the door shut, I looked around in panic. Ok, ok, first things first. I went over to the fridge and pushed the ice releaser filling a glass part way and then, pushed my cock down into the glass.

The shock made my eyes roll up and I quickly sat down behind the desk, cock still in the glass letting the ice do it’s work.

Slowly, second by second, my cock shrank. I heard low voices through the door of Kenny and a lower voice of the stranger, this Keen Mathews, a Marine, probably all spit and polish, and I shuddered.

At last, after about half a minute my cock had subsided. I got up, emptied the glass and went to the door. My cock was still on the turgid side, but swung heavily, between my thighs. Well, if the guy was shocked, too bad. This was an adult clothing optional men only gay resort.

I took a deep breath and opened the door wide.

“Mr. Mathews come in., I hope your not shocked, but this is a clothing optional resort, and my assistant has sent my office clothes to the cleaners.”

I looked upon a broad tapered back in a dress light blue shirt, shoulders stretching the material, a firm bubble butt framed by tight light grey slacks, strong thighs. A noble neck tapered up to a buzz trimmed sided head with a thicker mop of hair on top, chestnut brown.

This apparition turned and I stopped breathing. The face of an Adonis turned and took me in, gold flecked brown almond shaped eyes framed by long dark lashes met my gaze. Ok, they met my gaze after a few moments roving up from below.

Under a slender aquiline nose, a firm broad sensual mouth quirked slightly.

I couldn’t help it. My eyes went down his front to his crotch where something very large draped down the inside of one thigh under those neatly pressed but tight, slacks.

For a moment, silence and stillness reigned, except for one place. My damn cock twitched.

Whether he noticed or not, he seemed to come to a decision and stepped forward hand outstretched. “Mr. Atwell, good to meet you, Sir. You apparently know my name, so I am guessing your husband let you know I was coming. Sorry for no advanced notice, but hope you’ll hardon me, but …” He stopped flushing. “Pardon me, I mean, but when I heard this job was available, I wanted to jump at the chance.”

I looked down and realized I was still holding his hand. “Well, ahmm, there is something to be admired in that.” I managed to say, “Come in and have a seat. Would you like some Iced tea?”

I managed to yank my eyes off him, and breath, heading into my inner sanctum.

“Hold all calls, Mr. Dan?”

“Uh, yes, thanks Kenny.”

“You got it.” Kenny sent me a wink past the sexy marine, and a drop jawed expression that told me he thought Keen Mathews was fucking hot.

I stepped sideways and closed the door on that expression.

“Nice office, Sir. I can fix some tea for myself, Sir. Just wanted to know if you have time for me.”

“As it happens, I do.” I dared glance at him as I moved behind the desk and sat down. “Is that your resume, perhaps?” I said gesturing to the leather folder he had with him.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Well put that right here,” I said gesturing to the desktop, and I will just take a moment to go through it. If you would like to get us both iced tea while I read it, I’d be grateful.”

“Of course, Sir.”

Damn, even his voice was sexy, a velvety baritone that made my cock twitch every time he spoke.

I made myself concentrate on his resume. It was impressive. He’d won a bronze star, a purple heart and many other citations for his four years in. He’s served about as long as Jake had in the seals, and had studied accounting and finance for the Marines while in uniform, finishing up with a bachelor’s just a year after getting out. He’d gone in at 18 and here he was, just twenty three years old, my own age, and looking incredible. I noted the 4-point O average he’d managed in accounting and was wowed.

“Well this is impressive, but… I have to say it, no real experience going in, though I see you did work with the Marines as a clerk.”

I looked up to see him tugging at his cobalt blue tie. “Oh, please relax, lose the tie and anything else. As I said and am demonstrating, myself, today, clothing optional.” I flashed him a smile.

“And, demonstrating very impressively, Sir.”

I felt myself blushing. “Thanks.” I said, losing concentration as he stood up, putting his tie to one side, and began unbuttoning his shirt. Conscious or not, he took his time, slowly revealing the skin of his collar bone, down his powerful pecs, large suck-able nipples, and those abs, an eight pack. I was transfixed.

I barely restrained a groan as he folded his shirt to one side and then with a glance at me, kicked off his loafers and then undid his belt, his top button and slid down his slacks, stepping out of them. He wore tight stretchy boxers over something that suggested an anaconda, and then dropped those as well, revealing a thick long, gorgeous cock that made my mouth water, backed by a trim bush of brown hair. I followed the happy trail, the very happy trail, up those abs and back down, before finding my voice.

“You certainly will be an asset visually, Mr. Mathews.” I said and offered him a smile. He smiled back, revealing dimples for god's sake. My cock went ramrod hard.

“Tell me about your time as a clerk.” I managed to husk. “I mean what you can tell me.”

“Well lets see, Sir. Some of that I can’t tell you, as it’s classified, but mostly, when I wasn’t in the field, I both ran supply and kept track of logistics for the company as a Seargent in charge of requisitions. You can see it there, Sir.” He said, coming closer.

I looked down not seeing where immediately as my eyes snagged on his beautiful, magnificent cock. “Page two, Sir.”

“Show me?” I asked without thinking. He smiled, “Yes Sir,” and came around the desk his huge cock swinging heavily.

I scooted over in the seat and he settled down next to and against my side in the office chair,, one arm around the back of the chair and the other on the desk.

Our bodies were in contact, side to side, thigh to thigh, and my full blown throbbing erection was making it’s own statement.

“Here, Sir.”

“Mmm,” I moaned, looking. “I see.”

“I guess I need another chair back here.” I said, lightly.

He smiled. “I’m good, Sir.”

“uhn let me pull up our books on the computer here and you can tell me what you see.”

“Yes, Sir.”

The computer was already on, so I merely tapped a few to bring up our quick books.

“Do you mind if I take over, Sir?” He asked his voice in my ear.

“Not at all.” I responded. Glancing down I could see that my cock was seeping pre. I could also see his cock had reared up and was throbbing, beckoning me.

He looked through the books for the last four months, asked a few questions that let me know he knew his business.

“You could take that four hundred forty-seven K that is just sitting there and put it into an interest-bearing CD, Sir.” He said his voice in my ear.

“I could.”

Then he did an incredibly sexy thing. With his index finger he reached across and touched the tip of my cock making it dance. He swirled his finger over the tip, making me groan, and the took the finger to his lips and slowly sucked the pre off his finger, his eyes meeting mine.

“Unnn mmm I should remind you I am married.”

“Unhunh, to Jake Saunders, yes Sir. I have met him, Sir. Hot, X Navy Seal. It was an honor to meet him, Sir. I would never take liberties, Sir. Besides, I understand from him you can defend yourself, just fine.” He crooked a sexy quirk of a smile at me and I couldn’t help chuckle.

“Mmm, the question is, do I want to.” I breathed, my lips only an inch from his.

“I hope not.” He said, and the distance closed between us as his lips met mine.

A spark of electricity bolted straight to my cock as our lips opened and his tongue met mine.

The kiss lasted and we were soon making out. Ravenously wrestling tongues, until I was on the edge with his hand somehow clamped around my cock root as if he knew I was close.

“I thought..” I breathed, “I thought you weren’t going to take liberties.”

I moaned as he squeezed me, and taking my hand guided it down his abs toward that huge pole.

“Never, Sir, but you seemed to want me to touch you. I hope I wasn’t wrong to kiss you.”

“Unnnn mmm ohh no, no. No kissing is fine, harmless, right? Just, oh fuck, it might make me cum.” I groaned.

“Yes Sir.” He said and then kissed me again driving me right to the brink again. Oh my GOD this guy was sexy!

“Do you have any lube?” He demanded.

“Bottom right drawer.” I whispered, wondering where the hell my resistance had gone. Or was it even ever there with this sexy as fuck hunk in my office.

Dancing on the edge as I was, I only slowly remembered the lube was where I had a stash of condoms as he reminded me when he came out with a handful of them. To my surprise he put the condom on me, a clear sign he wanted me to top, between increasingly hot kisses. Then, as if in confirmation, he bent over my desk. “Love a man who is prepared,” he said with a hint of a devilish smile.

“Jake is a wonderful husband, and we really shouldn’t do this…”

“Please Sir, I would never fuck you without your husband’s permission. But can you fuck me? Sir I need it bad, and you are so fucking hot!”

O God that did it. I had no resistance left.

“I am really fucking sure I am going to cum if I fuck you.” I growled, even as I pressed myself into that incredibly sexy ass.

“I won’t look at the used condom if you don’t, Sir.” He said and pushed his ass back onto my cock with a grunt.

Tight didn’t describe it. He used his ass muscles like an athlete. I wish I could say I lasted, but I didn’t. It only took me about half a minute to be too close.

My balls slammed his rock-hard flanks as I thrust home, over and over but too soon I felt myself contract to that tiny tight intense point of pure pleasure before exploding. The first spurt came out before I could stop or even think of pulling back.

And then he, rising up, arched back as he came, blasting across the desk.

“Please Sir, don’t stop!” He growled, urging me to keep on fucking.

I shuddered from the feelings of my hypersensitive cock, but fucked right though it, my cock hardly losing its stiffness in that tight massaging channel.

Nevertheless, I pulled out to change condoms, before pushing back in. We had to use another couple of condoms before my new sexy Financial Officer was fucked enough to be satisfied.

Do I need to add that I hired him? Really?