Working Boy

“I founded QualTex six months ago and our investor software has really gone through the roof!” said 25-year-old Zak Singh, the American born and raised son of two accomplished South Asian parents. He was six foot tall with a worked-out physique and was quite handsome. He wore jeans and an untucked light blue dress shirt.

“I’m looking for someone to join our team who thinks outside of the box and could fulfill the duties of a newly created unique position” continued Zak in his company’s Manhattan Soho office on a Wednesday afternoon.

“This is puzzling, Mr. Singh” said 22-year-old Bret Wilson who was sitting across his desk wearing a dark blue suit, white shirt and red tie. He was medium height, thin, blond, blue-eyed and cute. He grew up in New Jersey, had just graduated from Rutgers, a state school as his single mother couldn’t afford a private college and he didn’t want to be indebted.

“Zak, please. What is puzzling?”

“Well Zak, I haven’t applied to QualTex. I guess a recruiter must have mistakenly passed me on to you. I’m an English major and have been applying to and had interviews with several gay non-profits as I want to work for the community.”

“No Bret, there’s no mistake. Human Resources has done an inquiry and based on your credentials and social media presence that’s why you’re here. Your Instagram, Facebook and Grindr accounts demonstrate your suitability for the position. It would be a one-year contract, with your continuing on to be mutually determined at that time. This is the salary” said Zak, writing a figure.

“Zak! This is awesome!” said Bret at seeing $250K.

“Also, you would have housing in a paid-for company apartment.”

“That’s amazing!”

“Well, this is a unique position, and the compensation is in accordance with that. I’ve spent a lot of time recruiting a fantastic team and strive to keep them together, productive and happy. We’re a progressive diverse organization. There are 12 employees, five women and seven men, including myself. The position necessitates being in your office during working hours and providing sexual services to the male team members. That would be structured for optimum results and would be your sole responsibility. Do you have any questions?”

“Uh, yes, is this a joke? Is this some kind of reality television game show?”

“No, it’s a legitimate offer. You’d get a quarter mil, a free luxury apartment, stock options of course, and a 50K signing bonus. All in return for doing what you enjoy doing anyway. Based on your dating and hookup history, performing sex on demand shouldn’t be a stretch for you. The survey responses from a cross section of your previous partners indicate you have propensity for promiscuity.”

“This the team” said Zak pulling up a series of headshots on his laptop. All six attractive guys were in their 20’s, some were hot, two were a bit nerdy. “They’re all full-blooded hung quality respectful and no doubt sexy to a gay guy such as yourself. The work here can get intense, they could use a real release instead of wasting time watching porn. Rather than spending your day poring over spreadsheets, you’d be working on one dick after another.”

“I’m very interested in the position, Zak” said Bret after pondering this fantastical opportunity for a few seconds. The pay was four times what the Gay Defense League paid or the other institutions he was aiming for, he’d be taking $50K with him right at the start.

“Super! This interview has three parts, you’ve done excellent on the first, the verbal, we’ll see how you do on the second.”

“What’s that?”

“How well you suck my cock.”

Bret winced at such bluntness; he was also turned on by it. Zak had wheeled his chair to the side, undid his belt, unzipped and hauled out his eight-inch-thick cut dark cock and plump dark balls.

There was a hot guy with a great dick in front of him, what else could Bret do? He got up, went over to Zak and sunk to his knees. It was a lesson in diversity for him, he’d only had sex with white guys. He opened his mouth wide, he licked Zak’s cockhead and the area right under it. Bret was aware that he was being judged on his oral skills, his future depended on pleasing Zak. His strategy was to begin slow and build up. He confidentially licked every bit of that banging South Asian rod leaking precum, which really didn’t taste all that different from white cock or cum. He suckled Zak’s balls, then began again on his cock. Except for panting, Zak was quiet. Bret continued to demonstrate his oral talents. Then there was the true test, he psyched himself up, he began deepthroating those eight regal inches. He was pleased with himself for proficiently taking it all down his throat to the base without gagging.

“Excellent!” said Zack after getting blown by Bret for 10 minutes. “Show me your ass.”

Bret rose, undid his trousers and pulled down his underwear.

“Oh yeah!” said Zak as he gazed at Bret’s ass and then felt it. Indeed, those firm creamy fleshy cheeks, enticing crack and semi-hairless clean pink hole were a turn on to Zak as they would be to any lusty man.

“Now, the third part of the interview. Bend over the desk and so I can see how you are at getting fucked.”

Bret was in a daze. He bent over Zak’s desk. Zak reached into a drawer for lube and prepared his cock and Bret’s ass.

“Am I really going through with this?” Bret thought to himself. That thought was dispelled as Bret felt the head of Zak’s cock firmly penetrating his ass hole. He gasped at the sensation of Zak’s girth splitting his insides open. Bret had learned to relax during bottoming and so Zak’s cock was met with little resistance. Zak was a skilled top and Bret was moaning from his fucking. Zak increased his tempo, ramming his cock in and out of Bret ass at a furious pace. Bret was delirious, he’d never gotten fucked so powerfully before, he could get used to it. He started cumming without touching himself, thankfully, his underwear covered his seven-inch dick, it now contained his seeping load, rather than it despoiling Zak’s desk.

Bret heard Zak grunting, then he felt his insides being blasted with gushes of Zak’s cum. He pulled out, raised Bret off the desk and shook his hand. “You are so hired, clean yourself up.” Bret went to Zak’s private office bathroom, showered, he threw his underwear in a trashcan. He returned to the office clean, refreshed and energized from the greatest fuck he’d ever had.

“Welcome aboard! You’re the man, Bret! None of the other candidates came close to your skill set! I’ll need you to start on Monday.” said Zak back at his desk, vaping on his JUUL.

“Sure Monday, I look forward to working with you and the team!”

“Super! Go see Mona in HR to set everything up, then Debra in accounting for your signing bonus check. Are you on PrEP?”

“Uh, yes.”

“Great! I trust you’ll take the initiative to cover all the other bodily details to ensure that you’re physically capable of routinely fulfilling your tasks.”

“You can count on me!”

“Hey, Mona Wang” said the cheery young Asian American woman in her office. Bret was presented with a contract, his official job title was “Special Services Consultant,” health insurance forms and a Non-Disclosure Agreement. He signed everything.

“Congratulations! This is a win-win for everyone, particularly you! I’m glad this process is over. Zak has been after me for weeks to fill this position; it was quite a challenge finding the right candidates. It wasn’t easy with the parameters Zak set.”

“What were those?”

“A cute professional recent college graduate from a lower-class background who’s a white gay promiscuous bottom.”

“Well! I’m sure that algorithm!” laughed Bret. “Uh, how many candidates were there?”

“You were the fourth out of the 10 to make it to the end of the interview process. I interviewed several of your sexual contacts, they all gave you glowing reviews, you came highly recommended. Of course, Zak’s is the final word. I must email the other three candidates the bad news that they didn’t get the position. Here’s your apartment key and housing information. Go see Debra. Good luck!”

Debra was an amiable young Black woman who gave Bret his check after he signed for it. There it was, $50,000! He deposited it in a nearby TD Bank. He walked a few blocks to Astor Place to a new high-rise building. He wasn’t wearing underwear, he was aware of his bare sore ass and that his dick was hard again, rubbing against his suit trousers.

The front desk agent greeted him. Bret took to the elevator to the 15th floor. He was struck at the spectacular sight of his furnished new one-bedroom place. There was the gleaming kitchen and a terrace with amazing views.

“Oh Bret, I’m so happy for you and proud of you!” said his mother that night in their modest Jersey City apartment after she’d learned that he’d be working for QualTex as a Special Services Consultant, his actual duties went undescribed. His father had run out long ago, his mother had kept things going as the office manager of a textile company. On Friday, Bret with his clothes and a few possessions in a suitcase and a backpack, took the PATH train and a subway to his new place. He walked all over the East and West Village. Wow! He’d been a poor kid from Jersey City, who would now be living the life in Manhattan!

Over the weekend Bret prepared for his new job. He read the Special Services Consultant company handbook detailing his and the team’s code of behavior. He watched YouTube videos by porn actors, researching the finer points of bottoming on demand. From a health food store, he bought fiber supplements, colon cleanse and protein powder for shakes. He ate sparingly, adhering to a restricted diet, in order be empty as he’d be getting filled with cock regularly. He took a shower, waxed his asshole and went to bed and had a good night’s sleep. Monday morning, he dressed in jeans and an untucked dark blue shirt and walked to the office for his first day. He felt confident, he was clean and prepared.

“Good morning everyone” said Zak in the conference room. “This is Bret, the Special Services Consultant I’ve been promising you. It’s been a long process, but I’m certain the I’ve made the right choice in selecting Bret. Let’s welcome Bret to the team!” The six other young men began clapping and cheering, “Bret! Bret! Bret!”

“Just to reiterate,” continued Zak. “Every morning you all will receive an Excel spreadsheet with your rotating daily 30-minute appointment ranging from 10:00 AM to 5:00 PM. There’s 30-minute breaks in between for Bret to prepare for his next appointment. You’ve all read your handbooks on what to expect during your sessions and the code of behavior to be followed, so, I’ll show Bret to his office, and we can get started.”

Bret followed Zak down a hallway and into his office. There was a couch, a chair and instead of a desk, a single bed. The cabinet was stocked with bottles of lube, towels and sanitary wipes. The adjacent bathroom had a shower. “Oh, the room is soundproof so you and everyone feels can feel uninhibited. Contact the office manager for restocking supplies, good luck!” said Zak. Bret changed from his jeans and untucked shirt into a black jockstrap and kneepads. He was ready to start his first day of work.

The handsome 24-year-old Brazilian Eduardo arrived in Bret’s office at 11:00 AM sharp. He took a seat, undid his belt, unzipped his jeans and hauled out his eight-inch uncut dick. Bret was excited as he’d never sucked uncut dick before. He gingerly pulled back the skin and took Eduardo’s eight inches in his mouth. After 10 minutes of sucking, Eduardo pulled Bret off. Bret got in the bed on his hands and knees, ass up. Eduardo vigorously fucked him and came in his ass. Bret took a sanitary wipe and cleaned Eduardo’s dick, he rearranged his clothes and left.  

Brett cleaned himself up, remade the bed with a new sheet and tidied up. This routine was repeated over and over throughout the day. He got an hour off for lunch, he checked emails and surfed around.

Paul, a sunny 23 Asian American was next. “Great job dude!” he exclaimed after Bret sucked his seven-inch cut dick and took it up his ass on his back. “Mona is my sister, I heard how hard it was to find the right guy for this. You are so on point!” “Thanks, bro!” said Bret, as he cleaned Paul’s dick.

Nerdy bespectacled 25-year-old white Chet silently got his seven and half cut inches serviced and then fucked Bret doggie-style. Zak’s playful cousin, South Asian 24-year-old Vin got his seven inches done and fucked Bret from the rear. Nerdy bespectacled 23-year-old white Mark’s seven inches were taken care of by Bret in every way, Bret rode his cock.

The last of the office’s employees to show up was the charismatic 26-year-old muscular Black Ron. Bret was buzzed, this was his first Black man and his first Big Black Cock. Ron was packing eight and quarter inches of prime meat. Bret flipped out sucking it. He was overjoyed and taken with the primal beauty of Ron’s cock and humongous ball sack. He put his heart and soul into orally pleasuring Ron’s exceptional manhood. When he’d had enough, he grabbed Bret and tossed him in the bed on his back. Ron lubed them up, grabbed Bret’s legs, raised them and began fucking Bret. Whoa! Bret was in heaven feeling that Big Black Cock split him open. Ron was by far the best lover of the day, hitting all the right spots. Brett was sobbing as he felt his seven-inch cut jock-encased dick shooting off in it. Ron came a lot in Bret. After cleaning Rick’s dick, Bret took off his jock, saw his cum in it, threw it in the hamper and put a fresh one on.

It had been an exhilarating day so far. Each guy came in and Bret had the suspense and excitement of seeing their cocks for the first time. Happily, he found his co-workers and their dicks to be all quite attractive in person.  

At 5:00 PM, Zak arrived for his session, Bret was looking forward to him. Bret knew what to expect and knew how to please him. “Hey, I saw your underwear in the trash the other day. I was glad to see that you had a good time during your interview!” he laughed. Bret got down to business, sucking Zak’s cock again. Zack threw him another rough fuck on his back this time, making him cum again.

“You are so in dude! Your feedback reports today are all fantastic!” said the flushed Zak as Bret cleaned his dick. Bret took a good long hot shower and dressed. His jaw and ass were somewhat sore, but that was understandable, he’d get used to it, he thought. He walked through open-plan main office area. There were all the men whose cocks he’d taken on that day, along with some girls, all at their workstations. Bret felt awkward and proceeded silently to the front door.

“Hey, Bret” said the cheerful Asian American Paul. “Some of us are going out for Mexican, if you care to join us.”

In this split second, Bret was relieved and happy. This was all going to be okay, there was no cause to feel embarrassed or uncomfortable about what he’d done that day.

“Sure! Thanks, Paul.”

At the table were Paul, Mona, Eduardo, Ron and Courtney, a programmer. Bret ate chicken fajitas sans tacos and rice, and a large margarita. Everyone else was eating and drinking as well. The conversation was mostly work with personal details such as who they were dating and vacation plans. It was all casual, jovial and normal on the surface. Still, there was a charged dynamic as Bret conversed with his male co-workers, how could there not be? When he made eye contact especially, there was a vibe. He’d sucked their dicks; they’d fucked his ass and now they were carrying on like any other after work bunch.

“So, how was your first day?” asked Mona.

“Terrific! I’m happy to be part of the team!” said Bret.

“Bret is the real deal” said the smiling Ron.

Bret walked home, watched some television and passed out from that big margarita and his long workday. Bret rose at 7:00 AM. He took a shower and dressed in jeans and an untucked green shirt.

He said hello to Marcy, the lively Filipino American receptionist at 9:30 AM. He entered the open-plan workspace and there were mutual greetings with his co-workers. He went to his office, put on a jockstrap and kneepads and was ready to begin his day. At 10:00 AM, his first session was with nerdy Chet, the rest of his co-workers arrived in a different order as well, with Zak before lunch this time. After work he went out with Paul, Vin, Marcy and  Ron to a sports bar. Bret had grilled chicken tenders and a few Tito’s and sodas.

“My brother is gay” said the tipsy Marcy. “He would be so jealous of you Bret, but of course we’re not allowed to talk about it with outsiders. It was interesting seeing the other applicants waiting to go into interview. Some of them ran out of Zak’s office when they heard what they were under consideration for. Others just didn’t cut it with Zak. I think the whole thing is so cool!”

“It is so cool!” said Ron, “I get back to my workstation after a session with Bret, and I’m pumped up to work. Zak is a genius!”

“I hear you, bro!” said Paul.

“I’m responsible for the scheduling. So, Bret, who has the biggest one? Who’s the best?” said the tipsier Marcy.

“Come on, Marcy!” laughed Bret, “You’re putting me on the spot. I’ll just say they’re all well-equipped and that it’s a pleasure working with everyone!” They all laughed. Bret walked home, the evening was some television and a good night’s sleep. The rest of the week went by with work and socializing afterward. Friday he saw his paycheck, $3852.47 after taxes! Fuck! He could easily bank $3000 a week! Friday he and a bunch of co-workers hung out at the sports bar. He went home and to bed.

Saturday was exhilarating, no work! He made bacon and eggs for breakfast. In the afternoon, he met his mother who came in from Jersey City at the 33rd Street PATH train station. They walked a few blocks to Keen’s steakhouse. They shared calamari, a gigantic Porterhouse for two, hash browns, creamed spinach and a bottle of cabernet.

“So, are there any dateable guys at work?” asked his mother.

“No, but now that I’m in the city and settled, I’ll try dating on my own.”

“Oh, that shouldn’t be too difficult, you’re so cute and with that big job, you’re a catch!”

For dessert they shared a sizable slice of cheesecake. It was a delight eating anything he wanted and a delight to be able to easily pay the $250 check and 25% tip. He saw his mother to train.

The elevator door opened in the lobby of his apartment building, “Hey Bret” said Zak, “This is my girlfriend Lara,” indicating a very pretty young South Asian woman. “Nice to meet you Lara.” “We’re two floors on top of you” said Zak. “Have a good evening Zak.” Bret went to his apartment, had a few Tito’s and sodas, watched a movie and went to bed.

“So, what’s up girlfriend?!” said Justin, a thin, short effeminate flashily dressed 22-year-old when he sat down at the East Village restaurant table that Bret was sitting at. They had been best friends in college and were catching up since graduating a month earlier. Justin had gotten a dream entry level job at for major fashion designer and lived uptown with a roommate. “You look great! You’re glowing!”

“Oh honey, I’m lucky to be able to sit after what I’ve been getting up to.”

“Do tell!”

“You were always reading me for being so vanilla. I can honestly say it’s all true about Black and Latin tops! I’ve got one of each as a fuckbuddy.”

“You lucky bitch! I’m so jealous!”

They continued sharing about their sex lives over Eggs Benedict and Bloody Mary’s. Bret was decidedly vague about where he met his conquerors, it was part of his signed employment agreement that he couldn’t disclose the truth, that he was the office whore. 

“Oh my God!” Justin exclaimed when he saw Bret’s grand apartment. They had a few drinks and hung out. Tomorrow was Monday, the start of a new work week. So, Bret’s routine went on, he even gave party for some of his and Justin’s gay friends on a Saturday night.

Weeks went by, Zak looked out at the open-plan workspace with pride at his team, their faces beaming from having had their sexual needs satisfied by Bret. Zak’s instigation of a Special Services Consultant was a smashing success. Productivity was way up and the revenue more than covered Bret’s expenses. Zak applauded his foresight; Bret was a valuable asset and was worth all that he cost.

Bret acclimated to his situation with youthful gusto. He really was living the dream, the dream of a bottom who got fine dick constantly. He’d become familiar with each of his co-worker’s pentises, developing distinct custom techniques for orally pleasuring them. Bret looked forward to their different methodologies of fucking, how they would switch up positions. The day was never dull. There was also the special attachment to them as men. He delighted in being around them after work, seeing them sitting in the sports bar with their bulges. They had sexual and social bonds. Still, Bret was pragmatic, dreams don’t last forever. True, he was only 22, but he needed to think about his future.      

Bret declined an after work gathering with his co-workers one night. Instead, he went to a Hell’s Kitchen bar, Industry, for a Gay Young Professionals mixer. Despite his randy activities, he craved a boyfriend.

The crème del crème of the under 30 Manhattan set were crowded in at Industry. He put on his name badge that said “Bret QualTex,” in the upper right corner was an orange circle. Orange designated bottoms; red was for tops. These colors used for this demarcation were bright as to be visible in the bar. He was wearing khakis, a blue tie-less shirt and a blue blazer.

Bret got a Tito’s and soda, walked around, mingling and chatting with a few guys. They were all bottoms, there was cordiality, then purposeful departures as they all mutually continued their hunt for a top. A few tops stared at him blankly, they weren’t interested.

“Hello” said a cute blond guy in a blue suit and tie, his orange-starred name badge said “Lucas Viacom.” “What do you do for QualTech?”

“I’m a Special Services Consultant.”

“Fuck! I knew it when I saw you! I was up for that! I thought I had it, after how great I did with Zak. He seemed so pleased with me. It would have been a dream job.”

“Clearly, Zak found my skills to be superior to yours. Oh, servicing the team is a dream job. Have a good evening…” said Bret walking away.

“How’s it going cutie?” said the deep-voiced burly dark-haired guy in his mid-20’s wearing a pinstripe suite. His RED-circle name badge said, “Rocco Paine Webber.”

“Fine, thanks.”

“I’ve had my eye on you, cutie. I live around the corner, come home with me. Enough of this networking bullshit, let’s fuck. You’ll like what I’ve got for you” he smiled tugging on the ample bulge in the crotch of his suit trousers.

Bret, pondered, he’d come here to find a boyfriend; Rocco was a player just looking for a quick fuck. Bret decided to be true to his nature, “Sounds good.” Rocco finished his drink and started walking with Bret following. Around the corner was Rocco’s building, they went in walked, up a flight of stairs.

They stood in the living room, fiercely making out and feeling each other’s bodies, Bret was turned on the sensation of Rocco’s stubble scratching his face. Rocco’s big hands were fondling Bret’s quivering ass through his khakis. Bret’s hands went for Rocco’s belt, undid it, he unzipped him. Rocco’s trousers fell to the floor. His boxer gray briefs encased quite a package. Bret slid them down, there was Rocco’s big thick gorgeous Italian American cut cock and his bull balls.

Bret sunk to his knees and gleefully began sucking on Rocco’s fabulous tool. Rocco took the lead and fucked Bret’s strained and teary face. Bret feasted on Rocco’s balls. Rocco lifted Bret up, spun him around and bent him over a desk in the living room. He grabbed a lube bottle and greased his cock and Bret’s ass. It was a quick pump and dump as Rocco savaged Bret’s ass with his cock, he soon came in him. He wiped his dick with a towel and redid his suit.

“That was nice, I’d love to hang out, but I have a dinner to get to get to. The bathroom is over there” said Rocco.

“Uh, sure.” Bret went to the bathroom, hurriedly cleaned his ass and returned. Rocco wanted to exchange phone numbers, so they did. Outside, Rocco hailed a cab, he kissed Bret and patted his ass, “See you again, cutie” and was off.

The whole encounter had lasted less than 30 minutes, it was only 7:30 PM. Bret went back to the bar and ordered another drink.

“Hey! I did a story a few months ago on QualTex! I’m a business reporter” said a guy standing at the bar. He was a 6’ 2” thin but proportioned 26-year-old with chiseled features, prominent cheekbones, a killer smile and medium length flowing brown hair. His voice was appealingly melodious. He filled out the front of his khakis nicely where it mattered and was also wearing a blue tie-less shirt and a blue blazer. He was a knockout. His name badge said, “Kieffer The New York Times” in the upper right corner was oh God, YES (!) a RED STAR. HE WAS A TOP! He gave Bret a firm handshake.

“Sorry, I missed it. I’ve only been there six weeks as a Special Services Consultant.”

“Cool. Zak is a genius, I interviewed him.”

“He is a genius for sure! He’s also a great guy to work for.”

“Hey Bret, you want to go someplace quieter, where we can sit and talk?”

“I’d like that Kieffer.”

They left the crowded bar and walked a few blocks to the Atlas Social Club, it was slow on a Monday night, they sat adjacent to each other in wing chairs with a table in between. The waiter took their drink order, he returned with a Tito’s and soda for Brett and a Johnnie Walker Black on the rocks for Kieffer. He handed the waiter a debit card.

Brett was glad they weren’t sitting directly across from each other; he would have embarrassed himself by intently staring at the breathtaking Kieffer’s crotch. Not that Bret had to, it was clear from the way Kieffer carried himself with his masculine energy that he was hung, Bret could always and accurately tell. Bret mentally predicted that Kieffer had to be in the eight-inch range. He hoped to find out if his estimation was correct.

They talked for an hour. Kieffer was from Northern Florida, his father worked for a cable television company as a technician, his mother stayed at home, he had two younger sisters. Kieffer went to Tulane, got a master’s degree from the Columbia School of Journalism and then was hired by the New York Times, he lived in Hell’s Kitchen. He’d had two previous relationships that each lasted several months. They had a passionate love of movies in common. They exchanged phone numbers.

“Well Bret, it was great meeting you” said Kieffer as they firmly shook hands. “You’ll get the drinks next time, good night.” Kieffer would be walking a few blocks home. Bret went to the subway. He was dancing on air. “You’ll get the drinks next time…” Kieffer wanted to see him again! Of course, they played by the rules, they didn’t immediately fuck. Two days later, there was a text from Kieffer! That Sunday, they had brunch in Hell’s Kitchen. They effortlessly conversed, they had chemistry. Impromptu, they walked to the movie theater near Lincoln Center and watched a new German movie. “Goodnight, Bret” said Kieffer, kissing him on the cheek! Bret thought he’d faint, his body tingled, his dick was so fucking hard. Oh, how he wanted Kieffer. He was watching television at home later that night when his phone went off with a text from his bar hookup from a few days ago, Rocco: “Pumped from the gym. Come over?” “Yes.”

Bret got a cab at Astor Place, with little traffic on a Sunday night, he was soon at Rocco’s apartment. Bret nearly swooned at the sight of Rocco in his bulging red gym shorts and black tank top, his hairiness was a turn on. Rocco grabbed and hugged Bret. Their hard dicks ground against each other’s and Rocco groped Bret’s ass. Rocco hadn’t showered after his work out; Bret was intoxicated by his manly sweaty scent. This time wasn’t a quickie, Rocco led Bret to the bedroom. “Get your clothes off, cutie.” Bret got nude. “Nice.”

They got in bed, Rocco lay back and caressed the Bret’s head. Bret put his head on Rocco’s crotch and used his mouth on his dick through his gym shorts. Then Bret pulled them down, he started working his mouth on Rocco’s jock-encased hard dick. Bret took the sweaty jock off and seriously went to work. This time, Rocco lay back and enjoyed the good long inspired blowjob Bret was giving him, as he groped and fingered Bret’s ass. Rocco got up, tossed off his gym shorts and tank top. Bret gazed with lust, seeing Rocco’s muscular hairy body, big hard dick and swaying balls. Bret, on his back, lifted his legs and spread his ass.

Rocco pulled him forward, lubed them up and stuck his cock into Brett with one rapid thrust. Unlike the other night’s fast fuck, Rocco now sensually fucked Bret. Bret whined and moaned at how good it felt. Rocco kept pounding away, Brett was ecstatic as he was brought to a thundering orgasm from Rocco’s cock. The even more sweated-up Rocco came in Bret. He pulled out.

“Thanks for stopping by cutie.”

Bret went to the bathroom and cleaned himself.

“Good night” said Rocco as he kissed Bret and patted his ass.  

Monday afternoon, after a morning of sucking and getting fucked by his co-workers, Bret got a text from Kieffer asking if wanted to get drinks after work! Bret serviced his co-workers and got a cab. He went to Pieces, a West Village bar, he ordered and paid for his Tito’s and soda and Kieffer’s Johnnie Walker Black on the rocks. “Hey” said Kieffer when he arrived. They chatted and drank.

It was karaoke night, Kieffer had a fondness for 80’s tunes. He looked and sounded stunning singing “One Night in Bangkok.” Bret, to show kinship with Kieffer’s 80’s fixation, did his college-days perfected rendition of Duran Duran’s “Rio.”

“Hey Bret, this is our third date, do you know what that means?”

“No, what Kieffer?”

“It means that we’ve gotten to know each other, now I am so ready to fuck you. That is if you’re interested.”

“I am so interested in you fucking me, Kieffer.”

“Let’s go” said Kieffer as he finished his drink.

They were furiously making out in Kieffer’s bed in his studio apartment in an  old walkup building. Their tongues and lips heatedly devoured each other’s. Their hands caressed each other’s clothed firm bodies. Kieffer broke away, got up and began taking his clothes off, Bret did the same.

They were now nude. Bret gazed in awe of Kieffer’s sensational body. His long compact torso, his powerful chest with its sculpted pecs, his beautiful large dick and massive balls framed by a bush of hair. Bret’s estimation had been accurate; Kieffer’s cut dick was a tad over eight inches. It was a long thick column of flawless solid flesh capped by a dazzling massive perfectly etched head. It was truly one of the greatest dicks Bret had ever seen. Bret’s mouth longed for it; his ass was twitched for it. He was going to get it.

Kieffer nudged Bret back in the bed, they resumed making out. Soon, Bret was licking Kieffer’s chest and those glorious pecs. Bret felt Kieffer’s hand on the back of his head. Bret knew it was best to let Kieffer take the lead. Now, that he was being commanded, Bret’s head descended toward Kieffer’s big hard dick. He opened his mouth and took it in.

Bret who spent five days a week sucking on seven exceptional cocks daily, still had the capacity to realize and appreciate when sex was special as he did with Kieffer. His tongue seductively glided all over Kieffer’s shaft, it ravished that gorgeous head and slit, savoring Kieffer’s delicious copious precum. Bret was ecstatic suckling Kieffer’s balls. Now that he’d primed Kieffer, Bret set about to deepthroating his remarkable organ.

“Oh, fuck yeah! You are so fucking amazing” groaned Kieffer stroking Bret’s hair. Bret felt Kieffer’s fingers massaging his ass, then he felt Kieffer’s finger sliding in an out of his hole. Bret’s dick was throbbing. Kieffer pulled Bret his off his dick and left the bed. Bret rearranged himself on his back, spread and lifted his legs for his man.

“You are so fucking sexy, Bret” said Kieffer as he lubed his cock.

“Fuck me, Kieffer.”

Kieffer sprayed Bret’s ass with lube, he slowly began penetration. Bret gasped as he felt Kieffer’s dickhead at his hole. Kieffer was all the way in, Bret’s insides clenched against his cock. He began thrusting it in and out of Bret. Bret watched with pride as his new lover with his grand sweaty physique expertly fucked him, it was earth shattering on every physical and emotional level. Bret lay back and let his man take charge as he made love to him. Kieffer was a real stud who could last. Bret was weeping as his dick began spurting blasts of cum.

Now that he’d satisfied his lover, Kieffer pulled out and wiped his dick with a nearby towel. Kieffer and Bret looked into each other’s eyes, this power play solidified their new relationship. Bret slid toward Kieffer’s erection and took it back in his mouth. He deepthroated it as Kieffer held his head, Bret felt his lover’s cock spasming, then there was the rush of Kieffer’s load filling his mouth, he lovingly swallowed every drop of it.

They kissed and held each other in bed. “That was great, Bret. Oh, it’s so hard to find a quality bottom who doesn’t want to just hop into bed right away, I’ve met so many slutty bottoms. I know it must have been difficult for you to wait for it as I’m so hot, I respect you for your self control.”

“Well, I’m going to clean up and go. We both have work in the morning” said Bret. He returned from a shower all shiny and glowing.

“Hey, I want to see you tomorrow” said Kieffer as he hugged Bret, kissed him and fondled his ass that he’d just fucked.

The next day after work, they had drinks at Atlas Social Club, then walked a few blocks to Kieffer’s and had another fantastic fuck session.

“Let’s spend the weekend together at your place” said Kieffer.

“Sure.”

“Bret! This is a palace compared to that box I can barely afford!” exclaimed Kieffer on Friday night when saw Bret’s apartment.

“Well, you know tech pays very well.”

“For sure.”

They spent the weekend watching movies, ordering takeout and fucking, that was the pattern for succeeding weekends. During the week, they’d meet up a few times after work for a drink and to fuck at Kieffer’s.

“I’ve been thinking” said Kieffer, “My lease is up next month, we should move in together at your place. We sure are compatible, don’t you think? I’d pay half the rent of course.”

“That’s sounds great! Actually, it’s a company apartment that’s part of my compensation, so you won’t have to pay me anything.”

“Damn, Bret, you must be very special at QualTex!”

So, Kieffer moved in. He got used to the spaciousness and being with Bret. “You’re so fastidious!” he said when saw Bret’s fiber supplements and colon cleanse in a kitchen cabinet. “I appreciate that” he said kissing Bret. He also got used to getting morning blowjobs from Bret.

Being young and resilient, Bret could compartmentalize the situation. He could take his co-workers cocks all day, then at night give himself over with fervor to pleasing his man, as if he hadn’t bitched out earlier. Bret also compartmentalized Rocco. Though he loved Kieffer, he also loved Rocco’s cock and cockiness. Bret and Rocco texted and arranged their fuck sessions around theirs’s and Kieffer’s schedules. 

Due to being in a relationship, Bret went out now just once a week after work with his co-workers.

“So, what’s he like, your boyfriend?” asked the tipsy Marcy at the sports bar.

“You really mean does he have a big dick?” laughed Bret.

“Oh, I think we know the answer to that!” laughed Ron.

“Of course!” laughed Paul, “The bigger the better for Bret!”

“You got me!” laughed Bret.

Months of bliss went by. They were in a private space at the Soho Grand for QualTex’s holiday party. After having sucked and gotten fucked by his co-workers for months, it felt odd for Bret to be introduced their girlfriends. Bret introduced Kieffer as his boyfriend. Kieffer and Zak chatted amiably as they knew each other from the positive story Kieffer did. With the office closed for a few days during Christmastime, Bret accompanied Kieffer to Florida to meet his parents. They were impressed with Bret. Kieffer had had dinner with Bret and his mother several times, she adored him.

“Bret, everyone unanimously wants you renew for another year here” Zak said to Bret one morning after he’d fucked him. “There’s a raise of course.” During lunch, Bret was in Mona’s office signing a new contract for $300K.

Months went by, Kieffer and Bret were in a St. Marks sushi restaurant.

“Bret, will you marry me?” said Kieffer putting his hand on Bret’s.

“Yes, Kieffer.”

They set a date after Bret’s QualTex second contract was to expire.

Bret was in Zak’s office. Bret had explained that he would not be renewing his contract for a third time in two months. “I can’t continue on in this capacity after I’m married.”

“I entirely understand Bret” said Zak. “I’m sorry, you’re still young and I was hoping you’d stay on for another year, but change is inevitable…”

“Though the salary and benefits were great, it just wasn’t you. The tech guys are usually straight douchebros” said Kieffer when Bret told him that he’d be leaving QualTex.

“Oh, everyone there is pretty cool and gay friendly…”

Eduardo, Paul, Ron, Chet, Vin, Mark and Bret were all psyched during his last day at work. Bret ardently sucked their dicks for the last time; they each gave him a final power fuck. Bret was in Zak’s office signing some papers, Zak handed him an envelope.

“A wedding present.”

“Oh! Zak! This too much!” said Bret when saw the deed to the apartment that had been transferred to him, it was worth $2M.

“No, it isn’t. Enjoy, I want you to be as happy as you made all of us” said Zak as he sat back in chair stroking his cock. Bret fell to his knees and began reverently sucking the dick had made his new life possible. Soon, Zak was fucking him over his desk, they both came.

Justin and Bret’s other gay friends chipped in to throw him a bachelor party in a midtown Manhattan hotel room on a Saturday night. There were a dozen guests enjoying nibbles and alcohol. The conviviality took a turn when after an hour, two new individuals arrived not in this social circle. A lithe young Black man and a lithe young Ecuadorian man wearing bejeweled bulging jock straps appeared.

“Bret! We wanted to give a terrific sendoff before you get married!” announced Justin of Wayne and Salazar, two members of a prestigious New York dance company who also hustled on the side. “We know you’re not vanilla anymore!”

“Gee, thanks guys!” laughed Bret who got up and ran over Wayne and Salazar and squeezed their jocks. He soon had them off and their extraordinary erections and majestic balls were on display, he stroked and fondled their impressive genitalia. Bret was soon on his knees switching off his mouth between their cocks. Eventually Bret was in the bed on all fours as the dancer tops took turns on his mouth and ass with their cocks to the cheering of party attendees. The bed and Bret were wrecked. The party broke up.

Bret walked a few blocks to Rocco’s apartment. “Cutie wants this before his wedding!” laughed the nude Rocco stroking his dick. Bret took it in his mouth, and they had a sensational fuck session.

Bret got home at 3:00 AM, Kieffer wasn’t in. He got undressed and went to bed. Kieffer stumbled into bed at 4:00 AM. “How was your party?” asked Bret. “Uh, it was a lot of fun” said Kieffer in a low voice. “Mine too.” They cuddled and fell asleep.

“I now pronounce you husband and husband…” Kieffer kissed Bret at the end of their Sunday afternoon wedding ceremony. They wore matching blue pastel suits, pink shirts and striped, red ties. Bret stared at Kieffer with obvious devotion. He never got over the sight of him and the miracle of having him. The tall strong Kieffer was a vision of masculinity, it was clear to anyone who was interested in such things that from the mound in Kieffer’s pastel blue suit trousers that he was packing. It was also clear from the body language that who was the top and who was the bottom. Bret reveled in the occasion of publicly declaring his love for and submission to Kieffer, they each wore wedding bands.    

Tomorrow they would fly off for their honeymoon, 12 days in London, Paris and Rome, Bret had never traveled out of the country before. His mother and Kieffer’s parents were there, as were many friends, relatives, Zak, his girlfriend and Bret’s former co-workers. The reception began as the yacht sailed from Chelsea Piers for a three-hour cruise with views of the city. There were open bars and buffet stations, Bret could afford to go all out. The gift bin filled up. Kieffer and Bret were spectacular on the dance floor.

They cut the elaborate cake; slices were served. There was mingling, Kieffer was off chatting with some of his New York Times colleagues, including a young cute one. Bret had invited his fuck buddy Rocco to the wedding. Though Bret was overjoyed to have Kieffer as a husband, he still wanted Rocco’s cock from time to time and thought it appropriate to invite him. Bret watched as the grinning Rocco went over to Kieffer, introduced himself and shook the hand of the man he would be cuckholding.

Bret went to a deck outside to gaze at the scenery, taking it and his life all in.

“Excuse me, hi Bret. I’m here with the QualTex group. My name is Matthew, I’m the new Special Services Consultant” said a cute young blond man in a dark suit. “I just wanted to say hello, I’ve heard a lot about you. I’m living on the 12th floor at Astor Place, maybe we could hang out sometime” he said smiling.

“Sure, that would be nice” said Bret, he gestured with his champagne glass, “Matthew, one day all this could be yours…”

A week later a wedding announcement appeared along with photos in the New York Times:

Kieffer Bennett, 28, married Bret Wilson, 24, last week. Mr. Bennett of Florida is a New York Times business correspondent. Mr. Wilson of New Jersey was a QualTex Special Services Consultant and is now employed at the Gay Advocacy League as Communications Director.

“It was love at first sight” said Bennett of the couple’s first meeting at a Gay Young Professionals mixer two years ago. The husbands will reside in Manhattan…