Unintentional Recipient

Me - Hey babe. My phone died. Had to txt u on my work phone. Ugh! Im EXHAUSTED. I'm hoping for a good fuck. Send.

Greg McKester??? Oh shit!!!!!

That's not my fuck-buddy. In the flurry and exhaustion of a Wednesday, I send a text to a division chief and not only a division chief but the CEO’s son. Shit. Shit. Shit. I guess I need to find another job pronto.

How do I word an apology for something as stupid as sexting a division chief, much less the CEO’s son?   "Dude, sir? I am so sorry you got that last text. It was intended for my fuck-buddy, whose name is also Greg." It's not a matter of being in the closet. Everyone knows I'm out. What do I write. Omg!!!!

Me - Please, Sir, accept my sincerest apology.  This is not the usual discourse I carry on with other employees. I'm sorry.

The bubbles appeared on the bottom of the screen. I held my breath.  They disappeared and appeared then disappeared. I waited an hour watching my phone, battery dying. They appeared again. Shit! Blue bubble w the words, I'm headed to the office gym. Join me.

Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh God. Gym? Oh shit. How long will I have to grovel. I wrap up my project and head to the gym been though I don't have clothes. “Join me?” Well… I guess he's not getting fired Right?

Texting my fuckbuddy, Greg McAlister, working late on a project - exhausting day - tell you all about it later.

Greg McKester had partied hard in college finishing about the time I started a second career for his father’s business.  His fraternity brothers seemed to have plenty of responsibilities within the company. He was a regular in the gym as I would see him on occasion running back up to the office for something in his gym attire. We were Facebook friends because everyone at work seemed to be and I could see his sexy self on Facebook. Maybe I stalked him on Facebook occasionally, especially when I knew he was at the lake or where he's shirtless.

Usually I have a thing for dark haired guys but there is something about Greg’s cute face and body; hairless but with a head full of sun bleached sandy blond hair currently shaved tight on the sides and a working on a man bun.

He married Lauren, a beautiful blonde over a year ago; both of whom are subject of workplace gossip and scorn because of silver spoons. Assuming newlyweds have plenty of sex I'm always surprised to hear the office gossip about Greg's fooling around with female employees. One employee in particular was pregnant and there were bets as to whether the baby would have his blue eyes.

Greg also had this thing for big trucks. Around the office we laughed about his Napoleon complex. Greg, six inches shorter than me at 5’10” was bigger around the belly and we were about the same weight, if I had to guess. Actually, he had lost a lot of weight since last year at the wedding. College life added the pounds but the gym after getting married must be treating him all right then.

He was always sharply dressed and the few times I had interaction with him he was always talking about golf and technology, tech toys for men.  I wanted to be in his inner circle because they always seemed to have lots of fun, but I didn't want to be there on his coat tails but of my own means.

When he said to join him at the gym, I realized it had been a while since I had a regular workout routine. I hadn't been to the gym in quite a while, I figured if I couldn't get into a habit of walking each night or spending some time on the treadmill consistently I didn't need to pay for a gym membership that I would ultimately not use. I recognized my own lack of discipline and not having someone to push me in the gym.

Greg saw me enter the gym and the attendant waved me through. I sheepishly nod at him and he waved me over. As I approach he says, "I'm just getting started. Won't you join me?"

"Um, sure?" I say nervously and look down at my clothes.

"I assume you don’t have gym clothes with you. My locker is 212. I have a set of gym clothes in 210 for you." Nodding me in the direction of the locker rooms I walk in and change clothes quickly. I walk back out to where Greg is warming up and start my warm-up on the treadmill next to him. I wondered when he was going to drop the “fired” bomb. Instead he started asking questions about my division and the projects I'm working on as I joined him on his “leg day routine.” Surprisingly, I was put at ease even though the office gossip ran through my head.  I was surprised to find such a level head on him instead of the perceived silver spoon in his mouth.  

As we started our routine, Sam, the gym attendant came over, "Mr. McKester, I'm locking up and you're the last ones here as usual."

"Thanks, Sam! Tell Irene thanks for the tomato pie. It was delicious!"

"You bet. But watch out, you keep eating that and you'll never meet your goals."

Greg laughed, "yeah, I need moderation and accountability on a few things." And he looked at me.

I'm not sure where this workout is going but our conversation turns a little more personal. Our discussions turned towards a time out enjoyment of golf, the lake and time in the mountains. He invites me to the lake this weekend with Lauren.

I didn't realize it had gotten late and the whole sexting him still on my mind gets to me when I say, "Greg, I'm not sure inviting me to work out with you and inviting me to the lake this weekend is what I am expecting after inappropriately sexting you."

He replied, "I found it quite hilarious, actually. Something I would do, to the wrong person." He laughed again. "I've been meaning to get to know you. And, your text gave me an opportunity. I'm considering you for a position in my division and I wanted to see if we would click."

"What would I do in your division?" I asked.

"It's not so much working in my division. I'm trying very hard to curb some extracurricular activities. Yet I find myself needing something or maybe someone to keep me out of trouble with the Mrs.; someone like an accountability partner."

"Oh," I seem to have a confused look on my face. "Why would you think I would be a good accountability partner?"

And he said, "well, not so much, accountability," air quotes and he steps closer and into my space, "hopefully we can come to a mutual partnership." As he leans into me and he slides his hand down the back of my shorts to my pucker. Legs already weak after leg day, I tried not to melt. "Forgive me my bold and brash display. I don't want to supervise you but I do want you under me because I could use a good fuck." At that moment I noticed his rod pressing up against my thigh. “At times it is not pleasurable to Lauren and she turns down my regular advances.”

One million things going through my mind and all of them are dirty thoughts.   My bottom-minded, goal-oriented ass knew what it wanted. And yet in my head I knew nothing good would come out of this, other than a few good fucks.  I attempted a small cough and an attempt to move away and he asked, "Do you want to fuck on a regular basis?"

I summoned up the courage to respond, "I'm not sure how this is going to end. Don't get me wrong, my ass is interested. But my head has a few questions, I mean, you are married and of course I work for you, or at least your dad’s company?”

He responded by taking his hand off my ass; grabbed my hand and put it on the huge tent peg in his shorts.

Then he said, "I'm taking a huge risk and I do it in hopes that you won't use this against me. I hope you see this as an equal opportunity for sex. We are in business and we should negotiate, right?"

I replied, "yes sir." But I notice my hand falls from his cock.

"I like the ‘sir,’ but this needs to be an agreement between equals," he began. "In ancient days negotiations were held while holding the other man's genitals. It wasn't anything ‘gay’ but it was a sign of respect and power. If one didn't like a certain aspect of the negotiations he could squeeze the partner's genitalia either into submission or as discussion ensued continue negotiating until the mutually beneficial agreement was reached. May I hold your balls while we 'negotiate?'"

"Sure," I respond tentatively.

We walk to a bench and move it to a center of the room and we straddle it. He lowers his shorts down to his thighs. I follow his actions and lower my shorts to my thighs. Greg grabs my hand and as he lifts his beautiful, thick and long cock away from his balls he places my hand on his balls and I grab hold of them. I complement him, "I can see why Lauren might be in pain. This is thick, long and … nice."

"Flattery will get you far." He laughs and eyes me to invite his hand on my balls. I grab his hand with my left hand and draw his hand under my much shorter but hard as steel cock to let him grab my balls. Greg continues, "thank you. These are nice.”

“I've come to the realization that I need sex more than I am getting it now. I would at least like sex seven days a week. I seem to only get to bed my wife once every two weeks, if that. She and I have discussed alternatives and options if she is not going to be able to provide me the sexual release I need.” I ask, "I am one of your options?"

He responds,  "In a roundabout way you are. I can figure out three options and inform Lauren of which option is going to take care of my unending sexual appetite."

I quipped,  "So you have a run on the hen house and you are sitting here holding my balls?"

He replies, "Negotiating. Most hens don't know how to keep their mouth shut. And I had to come up with some ‘safer options’ to keep Lauren safe and the business safe. I was contemplating a couple of different options and I got your text."

I was not sure that I was quite comfortable with where this conversation was going. And I give him his balls a squeeze. He cocks his head. And I reply, "so forward coming to me being a safe option and yet you are coming to me as the first, second or third?"

He looked in my eyes and said "I'm actually hoping this is the only option that I have to pursue." I gently release his balls.

"Thank you.  I thought about a regular escort or regular trips to a brothel." he replies.

"I do hope we can come to an agreement. I said. "But I've never been under the impression that you were gay?"

"I like sex. I almost think I am addicted."  

"So I have a few questions, what does Lauren think? I work for your father, how are we going to handle work?" He tries to interrupt. "Let me finish." And I give his balls a squeeze and he jumps. "I don't mind being used for sex but I'm not just a hole or a cum dump. Sex is pretty amazing and by the shape of this thing, I don't want my ass ripped in the process. What about your friends? What about all the time that I'm going to be spending with you? People are going to talk, heck, they already do and I don't think I can handle the office gossip. Am I going to be at your beck and call? What about my personal life?  What about my personal life? What about..." He slowly exerts pressure on my balls and his finger to his mouth telling me to shush. He holds steady pressure on them and replies, "Let's take this one question at a time. I found that point by point negotiation is better than throwing the baby out with the bathwater." I wanted to be a little obstinate and threw the first question out again, "What about Lauren?"

"What do you mean by, ‘what about Lauren?’" he asked. I looked at him with a questioning look. "She has given me certain parameters that I must follow for this to work out for her and me. I am working on what those parameters will look like for this arrangement between us to work and will have to negotiate with her."

"So she will know about me? What is her and my relationship to be like? She is around quite a bit. And where is all this supposed to happen? Hotel? My place?"

He gave my balls a tighter squeeze and said, "patience."

I flinched, "okay." And went to ask another question and he gave a tight squeeze reminding me to have patience. He responded, "I think that's why I am so endeared to you. You are also looking out for her. I can already tell you want this to succeed. With this option we talked about and she has given me permission to have one partner who is fully willing and fully aware that I will always be home with her. We have discussed options like, one night a week and one weekend a month unrelated to work being away from her to take care of my needs.  Back to one of your earlier questions about being gay, I like sex but lately I've been thinking about exploring my spectrum. So I might be a little bi-curious. This is taking a lot of soul-searching for Lauren and me. One of the things that Lauren does not like is my size and takes a little while getting into the mood. And even then it takes a little more lube then it should. On top of that she is a small woman and does not enjoy sex, much less enjoy sex as much as me.”

I look down to see a little pre-come beginning to emerge from my jumping cock while he's holding my balls. “As to my friends, you know most of them and I think you would fit in well with them. As long as our agreement remained between you, Lauren and me.”  

"Have you told Lauren about of your bi-curiosity? Have you told her your plan might include a guy?"

"She knows that I like sex a lot and this has been upsetting her that she cannot do her wifely duties. As for Lauren I will have to negotiate w her too and make sure she were open to it. Actually, I think, with a guy, she would be less jealous. But that is a delicate dance with her and not part of these negotiations. I will have to go back to my principal and negotiate with her once we have a general direction for our agreement.”

"Why did think you could trust me? I mean, I'm out at work but why me?"

"You are not out as you think. Most of my buddies don't realize or at least have not said anything about you being gay. They have the tendency to be bullies and would have pounced on you, at least in our circle making crude jokes about you behind your back.

"They sound like delightful pricks."

"My hope is to bring you in and make you part of the crowd and bring them along in the world. You and I have similar hobbies, golf, lake, mountains, traveling and family. I figured something would work and I'm horny as hell as you can tell.”

“Have you ever been with another guy?” I pause and I watch him reflect. “I've jacked off with friends back in high school while we watched some porn."

"straight porn?" I snap.

“Yes. Throughout college I seemed to get enough sex not to think about what I liked during sex. It was a means to cum. Lauren was the first to put my needs first but she is so uncomfortable with my size. I never worried what the girl wanted before her.”

I had more questions, "How long are we to do this?" Pulling a little on his balls. "Or, how often do we get to negotiate? And should Lauren be in on some of the negotiation with me? I mean, one of the easier ways might be to make me her GBF."

"What the fuck is a GBF?" he asked.

"Oh, it's a ‘gay best friend.’ What if I meet someone, when I'm not with you? How am I to explain my ragged just got fucked look in the afterglow of sex?” He laughed. “I'm assuming you're going to be good at sex. And I can't make up some fake boyfriend or come up with a lie about all m Grindr fucks.”

“I'm not sure.” He says. “Maybe we need to come back to this part of the negotiation.”

“And from my negotiation standpoint,” I interject, “how would one say that he was fully on board and willing to trust the process? From a strictly negotiating standpoint.” And I gave a slight grin.

He smiled back, “well, I think we review the terms and when we're finished, we both release each other. I don't want this to be a burden and I don't want anyone to end up hurt. I'm trying to make this is safe for everyone. For you, for Lauren, for me.”

“So, you said something about going to the lake this weekend?”

“Yes, I would like you to join us; after I talk with Lauren, of course and with her invitation.”

I replied,”what do you grab of hers to negotiate?” We burst out laughing.

“This is why I like you so much David, you make me laugh.”

“What else do we need to negotiate for tonight? Are we going to sign something? Am I expected to be exclusive? What about STDs? I mean I'm clean and I would assume y'all are up too. When were you tested last?  I not prying but you are clean right? But what if I have a hook-up and have sex with someone? Am I going to be at your beck and call and have to leave him to put out for you? Or are we going to create a schedule? And …” Greg exerting pressure on my balls again and I took a quick gasp and quieted.

“Yes, we do need to be safe and I want us to make mutually beneficial decisions. I want sex. How about this, we come back to the negotiating table just like we are now every 30 days. The first 30 days we hold off from meeting anyone else until we figure out how this will work for the three of us.”

“OK. I'm good with everything we've talked about so far.” He releases my balls but instead of releasing, his balls, I let my hand slide up and grab hold of his massive cock. The look of sheer pleasure crosses his eyes as his eyes roll back in the back of his head.

“Oh God,” he cries out. “Surely, it'll work out,” he said with confidence as he places his hand on my shoulders.  I begin to jack him off slowly and begin to caress his balls with my other hand.

"I'm not sure that this was in the proper negotiation technique but I wanted to offer a clear understanding of what I wish to offer on a regular basis should we 'cum' to an agreement." Cum shoots out of his dick and hits me squarely on my shirt. And he takes a couple deep breaths.  I release his cock and wipe my hand on my shirt. And I said, “I just wanted to help a 'friend' out, since we haven't reached a final agreement yet.” I grinned.

Greg finally caught his breath and pulled up his shorts hiding that magnificent cock from view. "Oh my god! That was definitely what I needed."

"So, your people will be in touch with my people?" I say as I pull my shorts up over my excruciatingly hard dick knowing this would help my spank bank material.

"I'll find Lauren right now." Greg replied.

"Okay, I look forward to further negotiations."

We go to the men's room and grab our clothes and leave the gym. Greg locked up behind us while I walked to my car in the garage and he looked my way before turning the corner.