My phone buzzed mid-afternoon.
A text from Brock: Dinner plans?
No. What’s up?
Join my team and me? I’d like them to meet someone with your skills and experience.
I accepted and Brock texted the details. Exposure to Brock’s team could be very good for my business, after all. And any time spent around him… Well, I couldn’t say no to that opportunity, even if I probably wouldn’t have the chance to eat anything creamier than dessert.
That evening, I walked a few blocks to the restaurant and found the quiet backroom Brock had reserved. He was there with three other people, two women in their 20s and a tall, stunning Black man about my age. This was Derek, Brock’s VP.
I do not remember hearing the women’s names at all – and you wouldn’t have, either, if you were sitting with Brock and Derek and trying to concentrate on anything business related that they were saying.
They shared their growth plans for their business and ideas about expanding their team with a director of training … someone just like me.
“No decisions tonight,” Brock said, taking control of the situation after dessert.
After the business discussion wound down, the women excused themselves—early sessions tomorrow, they said.
Once they were gone, Brock's smile turned wolfish. "Now we can talk about what really matters."
By now only the three men remained and, as the waiter refilled our cups of decaf and cleared away the table, Brock said. “Think about it. And now, tonight, let’s enjoy getting to know each other.”
Brock looked from me to Derek, then back again, and raised his eyebrows playfully.
“I need some physical exertion after all day at that conference. You gents?”
Derek smiled and nodded his head, then looked at me.
He had a dazzling smile with prominent lips, blinding white teeth. With his strong nose and sharp jawline, Derek could’ve been a model – and when he stood, he towered over me. He must’ve been 6’4” with a wide receiver’s build, long muscles, high powerhouse ass, and gigantic hands.
“Brock says you’re a great fuck,” he said with as much suave charm as such directness could allow.
“So is he,” I said.
“Oh, yes,” Derek agreed. “Yes, he is.”
We all exchanged knowing glances and nodded. Brock stood and excused himself to find the men’s room. “You boys wait here,” he said, pulling the curtain closed behind him.
Derek put his hand on my knee under the table and squeezed, caressed my inner thigh, and leaned in to kiss me, those big lips engulfing my mouth. His tongue was forceful, long and sweeter than it had any right to be.
“I’m gonna fuck this ass tonight,” Derek said between aggressive kissing. “I know you want it.”
“Fuck yes, I want it,” I said barely breathing, stroking his cock, which wasn’t fully hard but obviously a monster.
Derek pulled away and winked as Brock came back in.
“I knew you two would hit it off,” he said. “Now, let’s go.”
My cock tenting my pants, I was almost embarrassed walking back to the hotel and through the lobby. But with these two demigods on my arms, I decided I didn’t give a shit who saw me horned up like this.
Brock was the man, making all of this happen.
Thank God he caught me checking out his ass the day before!
Once we got to Brock's suite, he poured three whiskeys from the minibar.
"To new partnerships," Brock said, raising his glass.
We drank. The whiskey burned warm.
Brock sat on a bed and started taking off his shoes.
Derek set his glass down and pulled me to him. I’m a pretty big guy, but I felt like a featherweight in his arms.
Our bodies pressed together. His hand on my ass. Mine unzipping his pants and fishing.
Deep tongue kisses. Lunging, sucking as we stripped each other till our erections were pressed between our six-packs. Our torsos were grinding with a rhythm that kept speeding up.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” Brock said from across the room. “This is gonna be good.”
He began instructing us. “On your knees, Trey. Look at that black anaconda, man. Taste it.”
Derek’s cock was magnificent -- 9 thick, flawless black inches, and I took as much in my mouth as I could. I bobbed up and down on it, Derek’s hand in my hair.
“Cup my balls,” he said. “Pretty mouth on this dick!”
He pulled me up by my armpits, spun me around, and pushed my back forward so my face was in Brock’s crotch. He was stroking his 8-incher with one hand and, with the other, pulled my head down to it.
Behind me, Derek was grazing my hole with one of his long fingers. Then he must’ve licked his finger, because it returned wet and probing.
“This tight ass is mine,” he said.
“Take it, Derek,” Brock coached while I tea-bagged his weighty balls.
Derek knelt behind me. Spread my cheeks apart.
And dove.
Right.
The fuck.
In.
Fuck, that tongue was big, hot and wet. It was everywhere – my taint, my hole, going up my crack… back down to the hole… where it found its focus and drilled, poked and probed as deep as a small dick might’ve.
I was in heaven. One stud was eating my ass like a pro, the other’s perfect cock lodged down my throat.
"Eat my hole,” I gasped. "Get me ready for that monster cock."
"You want this dick?" Derek growled against my ass.
"Fuck yes. Split me open."
Derek grabbed the lube off the nightstand and quickly slicked up his monster cock, lining it up at my slobbery entrance.
I was a little afraid it might hurt, since it was so big, and he hadn’t done much to loosen me up.
But he slid in easily, with that unique skill of a world-class top with a big cock, till his balls were pressed against me and he pulled my hips to get as far up in me as he could.
“Fuck, yeah, Trey. Perfect fucking fit.”
Meanwhile, Brock had laid back, holding my head and thrusting up into my mouth.
This went on for a good, long while – three grown men in no rush and full control of their excitement.
Finally, Brock stood, his hands still vicelike on my head. I took the opportunity to reacquaint my hands with his firm, round ass as he skull-fucked me.
“I know you love grabbing this man-ass,” he said to me, then to Derek, “Let’s fill both ends together. You close?”
“Anytime, Boss,” Derek said.
“On three,” Brock said, feverishly pounding my face while Derek did the same to my delirious hole.
“3…” Brock began.
“2…”
Both men plunged into me as deeply as possible and Brock said, “1 – I’m coming!”
“Fuck, yeah, me, too,” Derek said, and I tightened my ring around his dick as he unloaded in me. Brock pulled out so he was shooting his cum on my tongue. They both pulsed in me. I moaned with more intense pleasure than I’d felt in a long time, maybe ever, squeezing Brock’s man-glutes like they were life itself.
They pulled out of me at the same time, high-fived each other, and fell back, each onto a different queen bed.
My steel cock was aching -- crying for release. Both of them were still panting in their own afterglow, so I decided to take care of it myself.
Then there was a knock at the door.
“Brock? You in there?” We heard a man’s voice.
Brock pointed to my boner and said, “Don’t worry – he’ll take care of that for you.” He walked to the bathroom, wrapped a towel around himself, and started for the door.
“I invited your little friend to join us,” Brock told me as he opened it, me and Derek safely out of the sightline.
“Glad you could make it, sexy,” Brock said. He dropped his towel and led Trevor in, presenting the young babe like a prized dessert we could all share.
Trevor's eyes went wide, taking in three naked studs—one of them still rock-hard and ready.
"Oh," Trevor said. "Oh, wow."
Brock smiled. "Come on in. Hope you don’t mind we started without you, but you can see what your first assignment is,” he said, nodding to my hard-on.
This weekend kept getting wilder.
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