Panel Work

That night we landed back at John’s place. After pizza, I again got to fuck my boss, and had my arse badly stretched by him as the price. We had fantastically long sessions. The feeling of me power fucking my manager, was something magnificent. He’d tightened up since our cage encounter and I was sure it was just the second time he’d taken cock. I slammed him, as I relished being in a hook-up with a fuck-buddy equal.

The way his hole gripped my meat, kept me on the verge of blowing all night. Holy fuck it was hot!

I filled his back passage twice in the same session, despite there being no dick sucking or kissing.

We fucked a further three times on Sunday before our arses were so sore, we had to call a stop. What a sensational weekend! My balls had never been so empty.

On Monday I could hardly sit, I suspected John was in the same state.

A truly wicked and wild thought occurred to me as we stood around for the start of week kick-off meeting. Seven days later I set about putting my new plan into action.

* * *

I was going to fuck each of them!

I’d worked out Terry was the next best target. When the pair of us were dispatched to collect a job, I decided to pounce.

“Can I talk to you about something we promised not to discuss with the whole group?” I asked.

“You want to talk about that night in the cage?” he asked.

“Sort of.” I replied.

“What about it?”

“Well, you don’t have to answer if you don’t want, but back then I said I’d never blown like that.”

“Yeah, I remember. So?” he asked.

“Have you?”

“Have I blown like that before?” I nodded, that’s what I was asking. “Well, when I was doing Dan, and I was balls deep, I’ve never felt so horny.” He paused, as if in a happy memory. “But if you tell him that, I’ll fuck you up.”

“I’m not going to say anything,” I assured, “I was just thinking I’d felt the same way.”

“And? Something else? I’m not following.” He asked, a crease of confusion across his brow.

“Well,” I said taking a deep breath, “I wouldn’t mind getting off like that again. If you let me fuck you, I’ll return the favour.” There, I’d said it. “You have to promise it stays between us though.”

“Oh, ok. Let me think about it.” He replied, more brightly than I’d expected.

“Your dick already is!” I declared as I pointed to his stiff shaft which was making its way down the leg of his paint-stained skinny work jeans.

“Maybe it is.” He blushed. “Maybe it is.”

That night I went around to his flat after dinner. He was nervous but the bottom line was we fucked twice. He came inside me both times. I left a load in him, and one on his back. He made me swear the event would stay between us.

On a roll. I went after Mike next, and given he’d been in me once already, he didn’t take much convincing. Three down.

* * *

The situation started to get tricky, simply because of the numbers involved. I was doing at least two of them once a week. More often than not, I was doing all three, with John wanting at least an all-day Saturday or Sunday encounter. I’d never had so much sex, the sheer volume meant my arse was getting seriously used of cock. I was hardly sore at all.

I decided for entertainment purposes, I’d recommit to do everyone.

I took Dan two weeks later, again, I met minimal resistance. These guys were horny horny boys, and none of them were getting anywhere near the pussy they claimed was ‘on call’.

The missing arse was Shane, who flatly refused my proposal. I left the door ajar, and made an effort that appeared I had no interest in chasing him. Leaving him to consider what he’d missed, did the trick. He raised the subject three weeks later, when out on a remote job together. We fucked in the back of the van, covered in grime and in and around the tools. it was excellent fun.

That night I couldn’t believe it, I’d reached my goal of five for five. As I endulged in self-congratulations, I realised I’d missed a man, Justin!  

* * *

The next time I noticed that Justin was intending to sleep in the loft, I made to work back a little later than the others. After they had left, I quietly changed into my most threadbare work jeans, and went commando.

As he wandered around to where I was finishing my panel work, he declared he was done for the day, and asked could I lock up as I left.

“Want a quick mid-week beer?” I asked.

“Sure,” he said brightly, “here?”

“Nah, nicer up there,” I replied, nodding towards his loft.

“Cool,” he said, as he retreated to the staff room fridge and retrieved a six pack. I met him at the base of the stairs.

“First visitor,” he laughed, as he made his way past me and led the way up. When we arrived, he set about cracking one of the windows, to let a little air in. I kicked my work boots off at the door, and feeling the rooms heat, dragged my grubby tee shirt off.

“Gets warm up here sometimes,” he acknowledged, as he saw me toss my shirt onto my boots. “Still, it’s better than sleeping on John’s couch.” He added as he dragged his own shirt over his head.

As I sat on the sofa, he handed me a beer. It was fantastic, I hadn’t realised I needed one so badly.

“How many nights are you sleeping here?” I asked, as if I didn’t know exactly.

“Last week it was four!” he informed with emphasis. “Just two so far this week.”

“So things are not getting better at home.” I asked with concern.

“Nah, sometimes I think it’s improving, then we start screaming at each other.”

“So, you’re still not getting to empty your balls?” I asked, “Except by your own hand?”

“Nah,” he laughed derisively, “Not a fucken chance.”

“I’m going out of my brain,” he said, after a pause. “You can see how full my balls are through my jeans.” He added, pointing. I dutifully looked. His rugged skin tight work wear outlined his package nicely.

“You do seem full,” I offered, detecting I was hardening and seeking to fire him up in the same way.

“I fucken am,” he confirmed, “I’m sitting here half hard, just thinking about how horny I am. It’s fucked!”

I reclined against the couch, and lent my head back, appearing relaxed.

“I’m a bit the same way,” I revealed, my eyes now closed, my beer resting to the side. “I haven’t been laid in weeks.” I added, knowing the mid section of my cock shaft was starting to bulge out of a strategically placed crutch tear.

“Weeks!” he exclaimed in a slightly higher pitch than normal. I was getting to him. “I’m out months!”

The head of my cramped cock, finally sprung free. My dick now snaked down the inside of my thigh. Not up on display, but firm and on its way.

He almost squeaked. I surmised he’d been staring at my growing bulge. I held my laid back, eyes closed persona.

“Fuck man, you really are hard” he said, almost breathlessly. I opened my eyes, looked at him, then down at my meat. “I wish you guys would have another one of those cage sessions.” He added, wistfully. I need to bust a nut so bad. His package was clearly under serious strain now. I paused.

“We don’t have to wait for that.” I declared, “we can bust one together now, as long as you’ll take some risks.” His eyes widened.

“We can nut together, here?” he asked, licking his lips in anticipation.

“Yeah, why not?” I asked, nonchalantly, “as long as you keep it between us, and let yourself have some fun.” He was utterly focused on my now rising dick. “Want to?” I asked.

“Yeah,” he confirmed, almost in a trance, “Fuck yeah, I do!”

I slowly stood and began peeling off my jeans, he watched transfixed. When I was naked and upright, I flicked my dick free as it curved over my balls.

“You need to be on your knees and sucking the end of this.” I directed as I pointed to my slowly peeling knob. He moved off the couch to his knees, in a natural, easy movement. He didn’t take his eyes off my cock for the entire time. He opened his mouth and gently took my swollen gland into his watering mouth. It was heaven.

I carefully placed my hands on his buzz-cut skull, and guided his efforts. I wanted to make sure it was only positive for him. I intended to be here often I’d decided, no point in scaring the horses.

He did an excellent job. My cock was rock hard, and enjoying his mouth enormously. After a time long enough to confirm him as a cock sucker, I dragged him to his feet and clawed his jeans away. I gave him the head job of a life time. I generated enough joy along his shaft to blow his mind. He’d never felt anything like it.

As I detected his balls rising, I broke off and rose to stand. I planted a kiss on him, as sensual as he’d ever had. He was melting. Knowing less was more, I pulled away and again, pressed him to his knees. This time he attempted to emulate my efforts. It was great, but I made sure he didn’t gag. I delighted in appreciating his eagerness.

When I could feel my nut rising, I pulled him to his feet and took his cock in hand. I worked him and myself in unison. He attempted to help, but I pushed him away and told him to just go with the flow. He did. In a state of utter bliss, he blew three minutes later, his load, utterly huge. As soon as I visually saw his release, I blew myself. Our combined seed went everywhere. For the time, he was mind fucked.

As I came back to earth, I knew I needed to make a graceful exit. I’d experienced straight men dealing with guilt before, and I didn’t want to be connected with it. As he reclined exhausted on the couch, I willed myself to drag my jeans up. By default, I spread my, and no doubt, some of his spoof up my thighs, it was horny to think about.

I lent over and kissed him on the forehead. He remained utterly spent on the couch.

“Thanks,” I said quietly. “That was wicked.” I left.