Office Men's Club

Chapter 1

My name's Mitch.  I'm a 30 year old married guy that will fuck anyone hot, guy or girl.  My wife, Jess, and I were college sweethearts, she a track star and me an All-American soccer player.  We were both wild as shit in college, always up for three-ways or an orgy.  She loved to watch me fuck another chick, and I got off seeing her get pounded by other big dicked jocks.  

But then we graduated, got married, and after the first baby, we fell into the typical boring suburban life living outside of Boston.  I had gotten a decent job as a pharmaceutical sales rep, which paid well but required a lot of travel.  In a way, it provided an outlet for me to get to fuck both men and chicks on the road since I wasn't getting much at home.  I love my wife, but I have an insatiable sex drive, and I basically stopped trying with her after she'd brush me off night after night.

Like most married couples in the suburbs, we had these "couples friends" that we hung out with pretty often.  The guy, Jackson, was a fellow collegiate athlete, in great shape, and his wife, Britney, was bangin hot.  They were both younger, like mid-20s and newly weds. Britney was Jess' friend, and for once I actually got along with the husband.

Jackson and I were having beers one night, watching the Champions League finals, and after a few too many, he let it slip that he and his wife had talked about inviting me to have a threesome with them.  I would normally have laughed it off, but I was horny as fuck, not having traveled for work, or fucked, in over a week.  So I told him I was down for it, but that Jess would murder me if she ever found out.  He texted Britney, and from the reaction on his face when he read her response, I knew it was going to be a wild night.

We took an uber back to his place, and when we stumbled in, Britney was laying in bed, ready for us.  It was a night of amazing sex.  It started out with Jackson and me focusing on Britney, but then somehow Jackson and I started making out, which Britney thought was hot as fuck, and so by the end of it, all three of us were fucking and making out with each other.  Jess used to be adventurous like that, but not any more.  I missed that thrill.  I must have cum like four times that night before passing out naked between Jackson and Britney.

Fortunately, Jess wasn't suspicious when I didn't come home, knowing that I had passed out at their place instead of driving home.

After that, I would frequently hook up with Jackson and Britney, sometimes one-on-one, and sometimes together.  It was a pretty great arrangement that was working for everybody.  Until it didn't...

Jess wanted to start back at work, so we hired a nanny.  This nanny was a flamboyant twink gay kid that was great with the baby, but was pretty overtly hitting on me from day one, even in front of Jess.  She actually thought it was funny.

So, unbeknownst to me, after watching one too many Dateline episodes, Jess installed hidden Nest cameras in the main areas of the house, including the living room primarily to spy on the nanny.  And while it did not catch the nanny abusing our child, since he was actually a very good caregiver, it did catch me on camera getting sucked off by the nanny (he was equally good at sucking dick), and also fucking Britney on the couch, and also fucking Jackson on the same couch.  Like I said, I'm a horny asshole.

She must have binge watched a week of footage from the camera, because she showed up at my work, furious, flinging printed images of me from the videos around the office.  They had to call security to escort her out.  Minutes later, HR quickly escorted me out and I was promptly fired.  For some reason, she was most pissed off about Britney versus the other two guys.  I guess because it was her friend.

Now, this normally would be the point where most couples would part ways.  But, Jess came from a very wealthy traditional Christian family that didn't believe in divorce.  So, the terms she set were that we had to move cities to have a fresh break, and I wouldn't have the baggage of my professional reputation holding me back after the incident at the office.  Jess' dad had an old friend that is a CEO of a company in Chicago that was looking for a marketing director.  I flew out, interviewed, and got the job, so we picked up and moved to Chicago, hoping for a fresh start.

Today is my first day on the job.  I woke up around 5:00 am, unable to get back to sleep, so I went for a morning run along the lake to clear my mind.  Summer in Chicago is pretty amazing.  But with all the shirtless guys and college age girls in sports' bras running along the trail, my balls were aching from the lack of sex since we had started the move out here.  And I hadn't been so bold as to fuck someone on the side here, although I had identified plenty of targets in the neighborhood and at the gym down the street.

When I got home, I jumped in the shower and had to jack off to give myself some relief.  I then put on my best suit and tie and headed to my new job, ready for a fresh start.

I got settled into my new office, and my secretary, who had to be in her 70s, helped get me set up with my laptop and other administrative items.  Just before lunch she came in to my office and told me that I needed to attend a senior executive meeting in the main board room.  

I walked into the meeting and shook hands with everyone around the table, introducing myself confidently to anyone I hadn't met.  Jerry, the CEO, was also in attendance. I complimented him on his suit, which I later saw the label was custom Armani.

As I had been 5 minutes early to the meeting, I sat in my chair, wondering what the subject of the meeting was.  As I waited, several staff members came in with carts of drinks and food.  One of them, a boy who couldn't' have been older than 20, wearing a tight white fitted button up shirt that strained against his pecs and muscular arms, and tight grey pants that hugged one of the most amazing asses I'd ever seen. It was just like the ass of one of those guys in the ads for pants that make your ass look amazing.

As his back was to me while he arranged the food, I couldn't help but continue to stare at his ass and legs. I guess I had stared a bit too long, or had been too obvious, because when I looked back down at the head of the table, Jerry was staring right at me.  Shit.  Had he caught me checking out the office boy?  On my first day?! I grinned, and looked back down at the pad of paper in front of me, pretending to jot down some notes.  I looked back up and his intense gaze was still on me.  Fuck.

Eventually, the rest of the execs showed up and took their seats.  Jerry introduced me to the rest of the team, and I quickly found out the meeting was about a major new product launch, and I, as the new head of marketing, would be leading the advertising and marketing campaign.  Fortunately, my background in sales gave me enough skill to make a few comments and open ended questions that seemed to impress the team.  First impressions are critical.  So I was worried, I had just blown it with Jerry?  I also wondered what my father-in-law had told him.

I used the rest of the day to get up to speed on the new product being launched, and around 6pm, decided to call it quits.  One of the perks of the company was an executive membership at the luxury gym downstairs in the building, so I decided to get in a workout before heading home.

One of the trainers, a hot muscular stud in his early 20s, gave me a quick tour of the gym and then showed me the private executive locker room that was part of my membership.  While it was nice to have the private area, which was much quieter than the main locker room and even had its own private sauna and shower, I actually preferred to be in a busy locker room with the other jocks, naked and sweaty, dicks swinging around, talking trash, just like back in college.  But I changed into my workout clothes and headed out to do some cardio and lift weights.  Fortunately, this gym had a good mix of in shape business men, and some younger college age muscle guys too, so there was plenty to look at, although by the end of my workout, I was struggling not to get hard.

After I finished, I came back into the private locker area, drenched in sweat.  I undressed, tossing my clothes in the locker and grabbed a towel, wrapping it around my waist.  I headed out to the main locker room area, wanting to be around other naked guys, maybe rub one out in the sauna or steam room.  I paused in front of the mirror, admiring my muscular chest and arms.  The one upside of getting fired at my last job meant I had more time to spend at the gym last several weeks before moving here, and it was paying off.  I noticed that I was drawing some glances from several of the guys.  I am most at ease in this sea of testosterone and sweat.

I entered the sauna and looked around, disappointed that the five guys in there were all mostly overweight old guys.  I sat down on the lower rung bench and leaned back, relaxing in the heat and started to sweat again.

A couple minutes later, the door opened, and one of the young jocks I'd been eyeing on the gym floor entered.  He looked to be about twenty years old, on the short side, probably 5'5, but built like an olympic gymnast, with huge arms, a perfectly chiseled smooth chest, and what looked like 24-pack abs.  I watched him scan the room, visibly showing some disappointment until he looked over and noticed me.  The slightest grin appeared on his face, and he sat straight across from me on the opposite side of the sauna, looking straight at me.

I responded with a slight bro nod back to him, trying not to stare too long at his amazing jock body.  From what I had seen out on the floor with his tight short gym shorts, he also had an amazing ass, which I hoped to get a glance of soon. 

I had looked away for a bit and then glanced back over at him, realizing he was still looking directly at me, again with just a hint of a sly grin.  His legs were spread wide, giving me a slight view of his dick under his towel.  Seeing his large soft cock immediately caused me to start getting hard.  Not wanting to pop a boner in the sauna, I looked away again, trying to turn my mind back to the marketing campaign I was now responsible for at work.

But my gaze quickly turned back to the stud across from me, who was still staring right at me.  He didn't flinch.  I admired his confidence and boldness.  Seeing me focused back on him, he stretched his arms up above his head, flexing his arms, and then ran his hands over his muscular smooth torso, now glistening with sweat.  Fuck, this guy was hot, and he was pretty clearly putting on a show for me.  He then reached down, undoing his towel to bring it up wipe the sweat from his face, giving me a full view of his now semi-hard cock and smooth balls, as well as his muscular quads.

He let the towel drop back on his waist, only slightly covering up his groin, his hand resting across his dick as he continued to stare directly at me.  I hesitated for a bit on responding, but my horny mind and full balls got the best of me, so I decided to go for it.  Looking around, I realized all the other guys in the sauna were either laying down or had their eyes closed.  So I did the same thing as the jock stud did, undoing my towel to pull it up to my face to wipe away the sweat, which resulted in my now rock hard cock slapping up against my stomach.  

While my body is in great shape, my best asset, without a doubt, is my cock.  At 8.5 inches hard, capped with a large mushroom head, it is larger that most other dicks, but not too big to scare a tentative bottom away.  The first time my wife saw it when we were freshmen, she said I had a porn star dick that they should mold for dildos for bored housewives.

Jock boy's eyes widened as soon as he saw my hard cock.  I don't think he was expecting it.  He mouthed, "fuuuuuuck" silently to me, licking his lips and reaching down to tug on his cock, which was growing by the second.  I reached down and stroked mine with one hand, my other pinching one of my nipples, as I maintained eye contact with him.

He propped up his left leg so his foot was resting on the bench, giving me a full view of his balls and now his hole.  He sucked on one of his fingers and then lowered it and started rubbing it around his smooth hole.  I almost shot my load right then.

I wanted this stud, and bad.  Realizing that the old farts could wake up and open their eyes any second, I motioned to him to follow me out of the sauna.  Fortunately, he did, and I led him back into the private locker room, which was still empty, and into the smaller private sauna, which was also fortunately empty.  This ass is mine.

Before the sauna door could even close behind us, I swung the jock stud around, pulling his towel off and forcing him against the wall, our lips meeting in an aggressive yet sensual kiss, while our hands explored each other's sweaty muscular bodies.  I knew what I wanted from this boy, and I didn't want to waste any time.

I turned him around and bent him over on one of the benches, his perfectly round muscle ass sticking out, ready for me.  I dropped to my knees and buried my face in his ass, my tongue aggressively attacking his hole.  He moaned loudly, reaching back to pull my face harder into his ass as he arched his back and lifted one of his legs up on the bench to give me even greater access to his man pussy.  

After I had a taste of his ass, I stood up, spit on my hand and rubbed my rock hard cock to lube it up for his ass.  I pressed my dick against his hole and he immediately let me in, my hard cock slowly sliding in as he gasped, pressing back into me with his ass.  He wanted it just as much as I did.

I grabbed his waist and pulled him into me as I started pounding his muscle ass. Realizing he could take it, I thrusted harder and harder.  His back muscles flexed as he rested against the upper bench, sweat dripping down his muscular body.  While I loved fucking chicks, one of the better things about dudes is how aggressive they will let you be when fucking them.  

"Fuck me, daddy!" he screamed.  I had never been called a daddy before, well, at least during sex.  I normally thought that was reserved for older silver fox dads, but for some reason, this stud calling me that just got me even more horned for his ass, so I played along.

"You liked this daddy dick, boy?!" I responded, picking up the pace, and the force, as I thrusted my cock deeper into his tight hole.  Fuck, his tight ass felt good.  Just what I needed after my dry spell.

"Fuck yeah.  It's so big, sir!" he exclaimed.

I knew I wasn't going to last much longer, and I wanted to see his front side, so I pulled out and had him straddle my cock as I sat on the bench, so that he was facing me as he rode my dick.

His muscular body was covered in sweat as he bounced up and down on my cock, his hard dick flopping around with each thrust.  He planted his hands on my muscular chest, starting to squeeze my nipples.  I gave him the signal to keep going, and he squeezed them harder.  My nipples are hard wired to my cock, and when he pinched them harder, it was the last straw before my cock started erupting inside his ass.

As soon as he felt me cumming inside him, he also started spewing cum, shooting stream after stream across my chest.  He leaned down to kiss me while we both continued with our intense orgasms.  It felt like I was pumping a gallon of cum into his hole.

But as I was still shooting inside him, I heard the sauna door fling open.  I started to panic, trying to stop shooting my load into this jock, but his ass was clinching around my dick as he continued cumming on me.

After what felt like five minutes, but was probably only a couple more seconds, he got off me, my dick flopping back on my stomach, still leaking cum.  He winked at me, smiling, and turned to reach down and grab his towel, which he flung over his shoulder before heading for the exit.

But as he was leaving, he said, "Hey, Mr. O'Connell."  And right then, my heart almost leapt out of my chest as I realized the guy who had walked in on us was Jerry O'Connell, the CEO of my company and my new boss.

"Hi, Matthew.  Say hi to your dad for me," he responded as the jock stud, who I had just learned was named Matthew, walked out of the sauna, his perky ass full of my cum bouncing back and forth with each step.

I looked up at Jerry, who was now sitting across from me in the sauna, buck naked and spread eagle.  For a split second, I was distracted at how ripped he was for a guy that had to be pushing 60.  He had well defined hairy pecs, large toned biceps, a tight stomach, and a pretty girthy cock hanging down over some meaty balls.

I snapped back to reality as Jerry spoke, realizing Matthew's cum was still dripping down my chest, mixing with my sweat.  "So, Mitch, how are you enjoying the gym facilities?" he asked me with a slight smirk on his face.

"Listen, Mr. O'Connell...about that...I, uh...I...."

Jerry interrupted me by holding up his hand, something CEOs are used to being able to do.  "Mitch, Mitch.  The men's locker room is a sanctuary.  What's said...and done...in here, stays in here.  And besides, your father-in-law warned me about you, so it's good to know that you live up to your reputation, because he also said you were a damn good marketing strategist.  So let's hope both are true."

I was slightly relieved at his reaction.  I used my towel to wipe off the cum from my chest, responding to my new boss.  "Thanks, Mr. O'Connell.  I certainly will live up to the hype of my business skills.  I just want you to know that this isn't, um, a regular thing for me," I said, lying through my teeth.

"Although to be honest, I would have expected to catch you down here with Timmy, the lunch boy that you were ogling at the lunch meeting," he said, still making eye contact with me.

Fucking hell, could this get any worse.  "Listen, sir, I, uh...."

"Oh, relax, Mitch.  I'm just trying to make you sweat, and by the looks of it, you're about to pass out," he chuckled.  

I exhaled, relieved, but wanting this encounter to be over.  "Well, I probably lost five pounds in the last five minutes, sir," I laughed.  "I better go rinse off," I said, standing up and wrapping my towel around me and walking toward the door.

"Hey, Mitch." he called just as I was about to walk out the door.

"Yeah?"

"Do you have plans tonight?" he asked.  "I mean, I know you won't be fucking your wife since you already took care of that snake of yours."

"Ha, ok.  I see you're gonna milk this one for a while," I joked.

"Not as much as you milked that boy," he shot back, grinning at his cleverness.  I relaxed, realizing that he was just busting my balls.

"Alright, I guess I deserve that, sir!  I, um, I don't have any plans other than I was gonna head home.  Why?"

"I have a condo here in the city that my wife and I stay in on the weekends.  During the week, some of the guys from the office come over for drinks.  Would you like to join us? Get to know some of the other execs?"

I long ago learned that you never turn down any chance for face time, well with clothing, with a boss or any other important executives, so I jumped at the offer. "Yeah, sure, sounds great.  I appreciate the invitation," I replied.  Looking down at my body, still dripping sweat, I added, "I definitely need to cool off and shower, so you want to text me the address?"

"Sure, glad you're up for it," he said, leaning back and closing his eyes to relax in the heat.  I took one more glance at his ripped body and nice cock before exiting the sauna and heading to the showers, thinking to myself how big of a bullet I had just dodged.  That could definitely have gone much worse, and I wasn't up for moving to another city anytime soon.

After I took a long, cold shower, I returned to the private locker room and noticed Jerry was already gone.  I took out my phone and texted my wife that the CEO had invited me to drinks and I'd be home late.  She replied that she was happy I was already connecting with my new boss.  Little did she know.

I also had a text from Jerry with the address and the time to show up, which was only 10 mins later.  I put my suit and tie back on and fixed my hair before heading out to walk over to the address.

I walked into the lobby of a very fancy high-rise building, and the doorman took my name and then walked me over to the elevator, where he scanned a key card and sent me on my way.  The elevator climbed to the top floor of the building and then opened up directly into an expansive wide open flat with floor to ceiling windows showing off the most amazing view of the downtown skyline.

I stepped out of the elevator and several of the guys I recognized from work who were chatting stopped to look over at me.  A couple seemed surprised that I was there.  But, another thing I learned long ago in business is to always portray confidence, even when it's not warranted.  So I confidently strode in and approached the first group of guys, most of whom I had met earlier in the day, greeting them with a firm handshake and confidence that I belonged there.  I soon realized there were only about seven guys total in the room.

"Mitch! Glad you could make it!" Mr. O'Connell proclaimed across the room as he walked over to me.  I was glad that in greeting me like that, he had simultaneously informed the others that I had in fact been invited.  He came up to me and shook my hand forcefully, and then directed me over to the bar, where he had a professional bartender waiting to make drinks.

"Hi, what can I make for you, sir?" the bartender, who was surprisingly a hot young stud about to burst out of his tight white button up shirt with a black bowtie.  On top of that, he had a German accent, which was another one of my weaknesses.  I have many.

"How about an old fashioned, with rye if you have it?"

"Nice choice.  Coming right up," he said, shooting me a wink and grinning at me, showing off his dimples.

I watched as he muddled the bitters and sugar.  "So, is this your first time?" he asked, while he worked on my drink.

"At Jerry's place?  Yeah.  I just started work at the company today," I responded, fixated on his massive pecs and hard nipples showing through the thin fabric of his shirt.

"Oh, interesting.  He usually only invites his close circle to these," he said.

"My wife's father is close buddies with Jerry," I said.

"Oh....interesting," he said, raising his eyebrows before turning back down to my drink, dropping a large circular ice cube into the glass.  "The wives are never invited," he chuckled.  He had rolled up his sleeves a bit, revealing his muscular and tattooed forearms, which flexed as he worked on my drink.  Fuck, why was I still so horny, even after fucking that boy at the gym, I thought to myself.

"So, how late do these usually go?" I asked.

"Pretty late," he replied, a slight smirk on his face.  "He's got extra rooms here if you need to crash."  I thought that was as strange comment.  I didn't plan on getting smashed at my boss's cocktail party.

"And here you are, sir.  Cheers.  I'm sure you'll have an amazing time tonight," he said, smiling, his dimples almost giving me an instant erection.

I turned to survey the room, and spotted a gathering of Jerry and several others seated in a group of leather chairs on the other side of the room.  I made my way over and greeted everyone, which included Rick, the CFO, Hank, the head of HR, and Benjamin, one of the board members who I hadn't met before.

I sat down in one of the high armed old school leather chairs and joined the conversation, which mostly centered around a mix of comments about the "old wifey", golf, the weather, and plans for the next vacation, all areas of conversation I'm perfectly skilled at and had engaged in hundreds of times during sales pursuits.  I could tell most of them were getting slightly buzzed from the drinks and were very laid back.  But then things veered off course.

"So, Mitch, what do you think about the new product launch we discussed during the lunch meeting," Hank asked me directly.

Before I could respond, Jerry, chimed in.  "I think he was too distracted staring at Timmy's ass!"

I'm usually prepared, and able, to handle most uncomfortable jabs and comments in a work or social environment, but this took my by surprise.  My face inevitably got red, as all the guys looked over at me.

"I, uh, come on, that's not true, man," I said, trying to deflect.

"So you weren't checking him out?" Hank pressed me.  I certainly wasn't going to admit to some workplace harassment claim in front of the HR guy.

"No! Come on, man.  I was focused on the product launch, which I have some great ideas for," I said, trying to change the topic.

"Before we go there....That's interesting that you didn't think Timmy has a nice ass," Benjamin said, as the others looked over at me.  This was getting bizarre, and I was once again sweating being in the hot seat.

"I'm sorry, what?" I replied, confused as fuck.

"Can you come over here??" Jerry yelled out, looking over my shoulder across the room.

The other guys started to chuckle, and I turned around to see who Jerry had been calling.  And there, coming over to us from across the room was, in fact, Timmy from the office.  Although, all he was wearing was a tight red jock strap.  Timmy had a tight slim and smooth body that contrasted well with the color of the jock strap.  

When he arrived at our table, he greeted us, "Yes, sir?  Can I get you gentlemen anything?"  Why was the boy from the office at the CEO's flat practically buck naked?  What was going on?

"Timmy, I don't know if you've met Mitch, our new head of marketing," Jerry said, causing Timmy to turn to me and smile.  "Perhaps you can help us settle a debate we are having, which involves your ass.  If you don't mind, could you turn around and let Mitch see, and then he can let us know if he was checking that out while you were working the lunch meeting earlier?"

Timmy smiled, nodded and looked over at me, then slowly turned around in front of the group.  As his ass was revealed to us, it certainly did not disappoint.  Perfectly round and smooth, the result of a dedicated lifting routine and playing sports.

"Well goddamn, look at the ass on that boy!" Hank yelled out, leaning over to smack Timmy right on the ass.

"Hank! You'll have to wait your turn," Timmy playfully scolded him, but obviously enjoying the attention.

"Well, Mitch, what's the verdict?" Rick chimed in, all eyes on me.

"Guys, what the hell is going on here?" I responded.  They all looked like they were enjoying seeing me squirm.

"I think we've messed with Mitch enough, what do you say, men?" Rick butted in, coming to my aid.

"Rick's right," Jerry said, calling the other guys off.  "Mitch, about five years ago, a couple of us with, shall we say, some special common interests, started a bit of a guy's club.  A way for us to get together, have some drinks, get away from the wives, but with absolute, and I mean absolute, complete discretion.  We rarely invite new members, but I went out on a limb inviting you here tonight.  But, seeing you thirsting over Timmy's ass today, I had a feeling you also have some common interests." he continued as the other guys looked on.

Surprisingly, he didn't mention the incident at the gym.  It seemed he was being gracious with me.

"But, before you are formally invited, you need to take the initiation step."

My mind was racing, but I was also becoming very intrigued at what was happening.  "Um, and what does that entail, sir?"

"You have to choose someone here to fuck," he said matter of factly.

I laughed, assuming he was joking.  But he, along with the other guys looked at me stone faced.  They were actually serious.

"Well, which one will it be?" he said.

I paused for a second, and then it hit me.  I then blurted out, "The bartender!"  Jerry and the rest of the guys immediately looked over at the bartender, who looked up and grinned.

"I thought you'd go for Timmy, but good choice," Jerry said, motioning for the bartender to come over, as two other staff members rolled out a leather chaise into the center of the room.

The other guys stood up and started walking over to it, and I soon realized that I was going to be expected to fuck this guy in front of everyone, rather than back in a private bedroom.  These guys were much kinkier than I could have expected, but I was quickly starting to get turned on.

The bartender walked toward me, pulling his bowtie off and starting to unbutton his shirt as his eyes were locked on mine.  By the time he got to me, his shirt was wide open, revealing a ripped torso, also covered in tattoos, his two nipples pierced, which fit perfectly with his massive pecs an 18-pack abs.  As I was fixated on this German stud, I momentarily forgot anyone else was in the room.

As he got to me, he reached out and started to undo my tie and unbutton my shirt.  He leaned forward and whispered in my ear, "I'm glad you picked me, stud.  Like I said, you're gonna have a good time."

My dick immediately got rock hard at the sensation of his breath on my ear and neck and hearing those words.  He was already undoing my belt and pants until my pants dropped to the ground.  I had been freeballing after the gym, so my dick swung out at full attention.

"Fuck, look at Mitch's cock!" I heard one of the guys say.

The bartender looked equally as pleased when he saw my dick, and dropped to his knees, wrapping his lips around my swollen head, his tongue swirling along the base.

"Oh fuck!" I exclaimed.  This guy knows how to suck a dick.

He eased the rest of my hard cock into his mouth and into the back of his throat, until he had taken my whole shaft to the base, his throat flexing around my dick.  I struggled not to cum, knowing I was going to get to plow this guy's ass.

At that point, I looked up, and the size of the audience finally hit me, as there were about seven coworkers and five staff all circling us, watching, as the bartender was throating my massive dick.  From the look on their faces, and several of them grabbing their crotches, they were enjoying the show.  Being the center of everyone's attention also got me even hornier.

"Fuck yeah, suck my cock, bartender," I commanded, grabbing his head and guiding it up and down on my dick, watching my saliva coated dick slide in and out of his mouth as he moaned with pleasure.

"Get up, and take your pants off," I instructed him, my dick hard and primed.

He grinned, seeming to like that I was taking control, and stood up.  Knowing all eyes were on him, he slowly unbuttoned his pants, letting them fall to the ground as he stood in just a tight white jock strap.  I looked down and noticed his tribal tattoos traveled down one side of his torso onto his quad and ass.  Often, overly tattooed guys don't do it for me, but his fit his muscular body perfectly.  

He looked up at me, and I could tell he was happy that I was clearly lusting after him.  He turned and got on the chaise on all fours, his bubble butt presented to me as the other men looked on.  Some had pulled their dicks out at this point, but I was more focused on the prized ass in front of me.

I walked forward toward him, my hard dick swinging back and forth, and pulled his cheeks apart, revealing his pink hole.  I spit on it and rubbed my finger across the entry, teasing him.  I then positioned my hard cock, still wet with his saliva against the hole, and watched as my dick slowly entered him.

He moaned out loudly as I started stretching his ass from the inside.  I grabbed the straps of his jock and pulled him into me until my balls were pressed against his smooth cheeks.  It was then that I looked up and made eye contact with my boss, Jerry, who nodded with approval, a sheepish grin on his face, before he looked back down to see my dick start to slide back out of the bartender's tight hole.

I knew this stud could take it, so I didn't give him much time to adjust before I started thrusting in and out of his ass.  I thought to myself that I had struck the jackpot today with two hot bottom studs, first, Matthew and now this tattooed German stud.  Hot sex like this was exactly what I needed on a regular basis.

I continued fucking him like a porn star, with smooth rhythmic motions, flexing from my waist, something I'd fine tuned in college from the numerous orgies in college.  

After a couple minutes I pulled out, and motioned for him to flip over on his back.  I bent down to position my dick against his hole, and grabbed his ankles up in the air as I penetrated him, using my body weight to thrust into him.  In this position, I could see the reaction on his face as I fucked him.  Noticing his hard dick straining against the pouch of his jock, I reached down and freed it, realizing that he had a similarly sized dick as me, just uncut, and it was leaking precum since I was continuously massaging his prostate from within.  I reached down and wiped some up with my finger and licked it off, sending another jolt of sexual energy across my body and back down to my dick.

I was starting to build up a sweat as I continued to pound the bartender's ass.  I looked down at his muscular body, rocking with each thrust of my cock into his hole.  His giant pecs were bouncing like a pair of tight tits.  I leaned forward and pinned his hands above his head, our eyes locked, him begging for more.

I soon felt his ass clenching my cock, and realized he was cumming, his cock spurting loads of cum across his muscular chest without either of us even touching it.  For a stud top like me, it's a bit of a badge of honor to make a bottom cum without touching his dick.  This would be my seventh time, so I grinned as I watched his warm cream continue to gush out of his girthy cock while he yelled out in pleasure, his eyes rolling back into his head.

I lapped up some of his warm seed, bringing it to his mouth to feed it to him.  Before he could swallow all of it, I leaned down and kissed him, his cum swirling between our lips and tongues.  

The combination of the sensation of his plump lips against mine, sharing the taste of his load, and his spasming ass milking my dick, all while being watched by an audience, sent me over the edge.  I started blasting loads of my cum into the bartender.  I'm a loud cummer, and I swear like a sailor during sex, and I didn't hold back, as this was one of the hottest fucks I'd had in a long time.  I squeezed every drop of seed from my balls to fill his hole, pushing it deep into him until I was finally finished shooting.

I collapsed on his heaving, sweaty muscular body, my dick still inside him, as the circle of guys around us started applauding, jolting me back into reality.  

"Fuck, man.  I wanted to fuck you since you made me my first drink.  That was hot as shit," I whispered to him, cognizant of the large group fixated on us.

He smiled, leaning in to kiss me, and then responding, "Me too.  I knew you'd be the hottest fuck here," he responded.  "Hope it's not the only time, stud," he added, winking at me.

I slowly pulled my still semi-hard dick out of his ass and then stood up, wiping the sweat from my forehead.

"Well, Mitch, I have to say that is probably one of the hottest initiation fucks we've seen yet," Jerry said, putting his arm around me and guiding me back to the circle of chairs where we're sat earlier, me still buck naked and catching my breath.

I sat down, and the other seven members of the club also plopped down.

"So, Mitch, a couple formalities we need to go through," Hank started.  "First, we need to confirm you're interesting in joining the club."

"If this is what's it's like, fuck yeah, I'm in!" I exclaimed, causing a couple of the guys to chuckle at my enthusiasm.

"I figured," Hank said, grinning.  "So, as Jerry said, confidentiality and discretion is of utmost importance.  There is too much risk, to the company and to the members and their families.  So, we must ask you to confirm your absolute commitment to keep anything and everything that goes on here confidential."

"Of course, no problem," I replied.

"Now, I must inform you, and do not take this personally, that, as collateral, we do have a video of you fucking Hans.  Should you decide to come to Jesus and confess any of this to your wife or anyone else, we would have not choice but to use that to destroy you and your career.  It's nothing personal, and we have this insurance policy for each of our members, and we have never had the need to deploy it.  But I think this also demonstrates to you that you can also have absolute confidence that whatever you do here will remain with us.  Ok?"

I was a little taken aback by the fact that they had just filmed me fucking the bartender, but in some ways I understood, and it gave me some comfort that the other members wouldn't be blabbing to my wife.

"I get it, no problem," I said.  "It'd be hot to watch that video, though," I joked.

"Glad to hear that, Mitch," he replied, laughing at my comment.

"So, all that remains is a vote of the members, which must be unanimous."

"Gentleman, I'd like to make a motion to admit Mitch to the club," Jerry said.

"I second the motion," Hank added.  "All in favor?" he asked.  All of the seven raised their hands.  "Any opposed?" None responded.

"Well, I'd like to formally welcome you to the club, Mitch," Hank said.  All the guys stood up, applauding and coming up to congratulate me.  I didn't mind that I was the only one standing their buck naked.  On the first day of the job, I had an in to the most exclusive executive club in the company, and on top of that, it appeared to involved fucking hot staff.  I couldn't help but be proud as fuck of myself, as I smiled and hugged each of the other members, a couple of whom let their hands slide down my back and cop a feel of my ass.

To be continued.....

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