The Handshake

“Almost every hand you have ever shaken has had a dick in it.”

(From a meme I saw years ago and from where this story originates.)

1.

“…and that is what we have to do,” he tells, with worry in his voice, to the group seated around the long wooden conference table.

His hand drifts from the space in front of him, as he ‘talks’ frantically with his hands, like a madman, to his crotch, ever so subtly, and does a gentle fondle, jiggling his balls, in front of the others in the room. His action are barely noticed by those gathered. As the other men here, have their hands placed near their crotches, too, under the eaves of the conference table.

“Any questions, guys?” he barks to the room, “Any questions?”

Those seated around the table nod their respective heads, no, while the sound of the sliding metal legs, skidding away from the table, on the tile floor, squeak in the crowded roomful of men. They stand. There is a rustling of the men as the sound envelopes the conference room.

“Okay, guys,” he says, “Thank you. Next week we present the proposal.”

He shakes the hands of two of the five men, his colleagues, as they pass by him, on their exit.

“Thanks, Barry. Thanks, Ollie.”

Several men decline his handshake. This makes Burke nervous, but he had to bring the issues to the group before the meeting.

He squeezes the man’s hands, of those that take his hand in the similar fashion done to him.

“See y’all later.”

They file out. The five men once seated around the expensive conference table, pass over the threshold, brushing pass him, as they hurry out.

He picks up his laptop and notes, scattered about on the table, where he stands and cups them under his right arm, tucked tight up into his armpit.

“Hey Burke, “the man says as he leans in from the hallway, back into the conference room,” You goin’ anywhere for lunch? I was thinkin’ ‘bout goin’ to Rufus’ for a bite. You wanna join me?”

Burke stops, his property, securely tucked snug under his pit, as the young man leans in and talks to him.

“Yeah, I’ll go with you Ram,” Burke says, “Let me drop these off in my office and make a quick pit stop, and I will meet you, at your cubicle.”

“Okay, Burke,” Ram says, “See ya in a bit. We need to get a move on before the place is packed.”

The man trots to his out-of-the-way cubicle.

Burke, a 42-year-old father of two teen-age boys, muscled from his early a.m. daily workouts at the local YMCA, which is located directly across the street from the engineering firm, where the pre-lunch meeting just concluded. He stands, a tall erect 6-foot 1-inch frame with a chosen shaved head, as the thinning head of salt and pepper hair, just did not look attractive. His wife says his deep azure blue eyes are what caught her attention back in their early college days as they sat across from each other in a biology class lecture on that cool spring day, back those years ago. He had managed to keep the paunch at bay that is prone to inflict the boys he went through high school with, he has dodged that merciless bullet of middle age.

He places the paperwork and equipment on his desk and locks the door as he bolts to the men’s restroom at the far end of the suite of rented space.

He walks like a man on a mission, while he nods and smiles to the techs in the CAD area, saying ‘hi’ and ‘hello’ to those who speak to him, when he feels he needs to, but his pace does not cease, he knows where he must go, where he must go.

He nods to Ram as he passes by his cubicle, which is close to the CAD area on the floor.

His hand is on his zipper, to his overpriced starched blue slacks, as he turns down the short hallway to the corner restroom. He walks ever faster. Will he make it? The aggravating zipper is down in a huff, the minute he passes over the restroom threshold, as the stream of deep yellow piss exits his cock, as he stands before one of the three white porcelain urinals on the wall opposite the entrance door, the moment he gets in place, standing like a man-in-waiting before the bowl.

“Ahh, ahhhhh,” he sighs as his bladder is emptied of its unwanted golden liquid, “Ahhh, just in time.”

The sound of the stream of hot piss echoes through the small bathroom. His sighs and moans fill this tight little cramped space. He does a little dancing jig in place as his cock flops and sprays the sweet urine juice like hot lemonade into the urinal bowl. The wet sounds of pee against the back of the porcelain goes on, minute after minute, before the door opens, behind him.

“There you are,” comes the familiar voice from the younger colleague, Ram, “I could not find you. My belly is aching from hunger pangs.”

Ram stands in front of the second urinal, next to Burke and unzips the fly to his pants. The sound of the descending zipper fights in volume with Burke’s hearty sound of piss.

Burke looks to the younger man, next to him. The urinals do not have partitions, so all is easily accessible.

The 25-year-old is unmarried and is in Burke’s charge. In their office, the engineers have interns on occasion, and Ram is his for the near future. The kid is well-built, and, on several occasions, the pair have worked out together in the gym across the street and showered in the communal shower before the start of their hectic workday. So, each man had seen the other naked and under the spray of hot steamy water.

“You got a date for tonight, Ram?”

Burke’s hand is still on his cock, as he talks to the younger man. He strokes it, undeterred by the younger man, enjoying the slight firmness as the last droplets of piss are shook from his fuck-stick.

“No,” the kid answers, “I’ve got a free night. I figured I’d get a beer after work today.”

“Oh!”

Burke can see that the young buck has shaved his cock, since their last gym excursion, as he looks down to the furry beast that lurks in his underwear.

“Why do you do it, Ram?”

“What?” the kid asks.

“Shave your tool.”

The kid looks down at his cock, as the last drops of pee shimmy away from his smooth tool.

“I like how it feels, Burke,” the kid says as he lets his hand gently glide, an ever so easily over the thick blood-vein those courses over the top of the near-erect cock. He wraps his hands around the girth, once he gets down to his cut crown, and gives it, a hearty tug. A droplet of clear seminal fluid seeps like a lingering afterglow of his manly touch from the wide slit of his pee-hole. Ram lets his hand drift to the shaven crest of his pubic bone and strokes the coarse burgeoning hairs beginning to re-grow there.

He looks to Burke and each man stares eye-to-eye, before each divert their gaze to the young man’s cock and the barely blonde hairs visible on the surface.

“Have you thought ‘bout shaving yours, Burke?”

“Nah,” Burke says, “Men have pubes. My dad had pubes. My uncles had pubes. My sons have pubes. A man needs pubes.”

“Are you sure?”

“What?” Burke says.

“Are you sure that your sons have hairy pubes? “Ram says, “The younger guys are shaving their nuts and trimming their pubes, now-a-days. My younger brother convinced me to do it. The guys on his swim team shave all their body hair off. He is about the same age as your son, Ryan. I think.”

“I do not think my son, Ryan, shaves his pubes,” Burke says, perturbed by such a ludicrous notion, “The guys on the football team would rag his ass. He is a fucking senior in high school, y’know.”

Ram looks to his immediate boss and snickers.

“Are you sure?”

Burke looks to his cock. He lets his hand mimic the younger man and gives himself a tighter feel and a tug.

“You fuck much, Ram?” Burke says as he looks into the deep blue eyes of the man next to him.

“I do, aw-right,” Ram says flatly, as his cock slightly perks up, “I do aw-right. Why?”

Ram glares down at his cock in his hand.

The door to the bathroom opens suddenly behind them, as each man, tucks their cocks back into their trousers, not even bothering to shake the remaining dew from it. They both dart to the sink for a hurried wash of their hands before exiting.

2.

Their sandwiches are on the table before them. A plate is in front of each man. The diner is loud, bustling with the rushed lunch crowd at this appointed hour.

Ram is hunched over, his hands gripped on either side of his sandwich, as he brings the Cuban sandwich to his mouth and takes a hefty bite. Burke is eating, his Reuben sandwich, and his favorite from the Rufus Diner menu.

Ram swallows and wipes his lips with the paper napkin, before taking a sip of soda from his glass.

“Burke?”

“Yeah,” Burke answers.

“Why’d you ask me what you did about me fucking?”

“What?” Burke questions.

Ram leans in and asks.

“You asked me if I fuck much. Why’d you ask me that?”

Burke wipes his chin and scoots his back against the back of the seat of the booth where they are seated.

“I was curious,” Burke, says, “I don’t see any picture of any girlfriend on your desk.”

“Why is that curious?”

“I have a picture of my beautiful wife on my desk.” Explains Burke.” So., I asked you, why?”

“Oh!”

“Oh, is right, Ram,” Burke says as his eyebrow rises, “You a surfer, Ram? You like ridin’ the waves?”

“Some. Why?”

“You got this blonde surfer boy-type beach vibe, goin’ on, Ram,” Burke says, “The girls must be crawling all over your handsome ass. My son looks like you and he has to swat the girls off with a stick, probably with his dick-stick.”

Burke is happy with himself and the prowess of his son.

Ram looks down. The pressure in his pants is immense. The bulge apparent as his cock has grown quite hard in his slacks. His right-hand cups his bulge, as he shifts on the seat.

He can see Burke’s eyes on him, his brow, up, as he rocks in his seat.

“I had to warn him that if he gets one of them, the pussy trailing after him, pregnant. He is out of my house. Pronto.”

Ram says nothing.

“You got any kids, Ram? Do you?”

“No,” Ram answers without a moment’s hesitation.

Burke can see the uneasiness on the kids face. The young man gyrates in his seat. The kid must be sporting a massive hard-on. He is, too. He is, too, he sighs to himself.

He likes the kid. He really does. Ram reminds him of his first-year college roommate. They are remarkably similar in appearance, even down to their cocks. He has witnessed it with his eyes, firsthand, although, not hard, as he did, Barron’s, many times in their college dorm.

Burke lets his hand drift to his cock, out of the sight of the man, across from him. It is snug against his pants, he squeezes, his cock. He can feel the stiffness he finds there and adjusts his tool, accordingly.

“You ready for the trip down to Ft. Myer’s on Monday? You said to be ready for anything in the meeting today. What did you mean? Be ready for anything.”

“I am, Ram, I am. Be ready, I am having some unease ‘bout that meeting,” Burke answers, “You driving down Sunday or Monday morning, early?”

“Monday morning,” Ram answers, “Audra is not going since it is going to be a three-day trip.”

3.

KNOCK. KNOCK.

There is a pause, before the knocking resumes.

KNOCK. KNOCK.

“Burke, are you in there?” Ram says as he leans into the door to his mentor’s room, almost whispering.

KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK.

The door opens. Burke is standing in his underwear.

“C’mon on in,” Burke says, his face red and flustered, his voice whipped.

Ram walks in, passes his white cotton brief clad boss, and sits on the bed. The room is in disarray, an open suitcase on the opposite bed from where he sits.

“That went well, huh,” Ram says as he leans back on his arms with his legs splayed on the corner of the bed.

“Yeah. Yeah.” Burke says, “It did.”

Burke’s frustration is apparent.

The meeting did not go well.

Burke’s right hand goes to his crotch. His cock is swelled and barely contained by the briefs as he stands before the seated man.

Ram sees the hard cock and vestiges of the man’s cock-crown beginning to peak over the elastic waistband of Burke’s Fruit-of-the-Looms. Ram cannot look away. He feels his own cock rise to attention in matched comparison of his youthful ward.

“My dad wears those.”

Ram’s eyes are driven to the hairy treasure trail that starts at Burke’s belly button and disappears under the waistband of the FTL’s. His eyes zero in on the massive bulge that takes up all the area in front of his face.

“What?”

“Fruit-of-the-Looms,” Ram says, “It must be an old man, thang. Huh?”

Ram laughs after his comment, an uneasy giggle. Burke does not, his temperature ups, as his face turns red.

“Does this look like an old man? Does it?”

Burke drops the front of the waistband of his briefs, revealing a leaking cum-cock that is dripping.

“When I get stressed,” Burke explains, with his hard cock throbbing and a stringy-ribbon of cum dribbling down from his pee-hole, “I jack-off. Back in college, I could not keep my hands off my cock. Know what I mean? Do you know what I mean?”

Burke is anxious, the stress apparent in his voice.

“Oh!” Ram sighs, “I do. Maybe I can help you with that.”

Ram scoots toward his standing boss and swallows the man’s cock. As he sucks, he slides his bosses’ briefs down and lets his hands roam over the fleshy globes that are the man’s ass.

Burke moans.

“Mmmm…you are a cocksucker and quite a good one…”

Ram gurgles and mumbles, while answering, “ahhhhaaa.”

Spit dribbles down from Ram’s mouth as he pivots like a rig drilling oil in the fields of a dessert Texas landscape on his boss’s swollen cock.

Ram unbuttons his shirt and un-tucks it as he rips it from his chest. When his exposed flesh hits the cool air, his identical nipples grow hard in the cold air-conditioned air. He kicks the shoes from his feet, unsnaps his pants, and drops them. He is naked underneath.

“You freeballin’ I see,” Burke says as he eyes the young whipper-snapper feasting on his flesh-sausage, “…and that cock of yours is bursting out. I thought I saw a penis outline when you shook my hand, this morning.”

“Mmmm-huh,” Ram mumbles, as he continues with his ongoing swallowing.

Burke sighs and bucks his hips as he face-fucks the younger man, seated on the bed corner with his cock in his mouth.

“You are quite the cocksucker.”

Ram sucks-up, his boss’s cock, and pops, as the flesh-rocket burst forth from his mouth. A dribble of cum and spit falls from the corner of Ram’s mouth and falls to the carpet. He wipes the spittle-combo from his mouth.

“I have shaken your hand, long enough, knowing that your hand touched your cock. I looked for every opportunity to shake your hand, but this is better, much better…” Ram says, “C’mere, boss-man, I want more. C’mere.”

Ram gulps down the man’s cock.

Burke can feel his balls pull and constrict as the suckling action continues. He is on his toes as Ram brings him ever closer to the brink, then eases off and then resumes at a frantic pace. He is intoxicated by the man’s tongue, his senses, heightened, as his balls release their tiny droplets of seed that have taken up residence in his balls, he feels it, his glorious seed, as it travels through the serpentine track from his balls to his pee-hole.

Burke sighs. Burke moans. He cannot help himself. The kid is good, as good as his college roommate, which Ram coincidently resembles, back in his college days, who ate his loads as if it were a regular meal.

When they were not in class, back then, they were usually in bed. They even got an apartment together after their titillating first year. No one knew what the two were up to, not even his girlfriend, the girl that he would eventually marry.

4.

“Turn ‘round!” he demands, “Turn ‘round!”

“What?”

“You heard me, turn your beautiful ass ‘round”

Ram turns around, doing as he ordered. The hesitation that was in voice fades as soon as it had appeared.

The kids bubble butt is a welcome sight to him. He can smell the sweet scent of sex as it radiates, like an aura, from the young Justin Timberlake-looking buck.

5.

“Uuuuhhhhhh-aaaaahhhhhhhhhh,” he moans, as he swipes his cock like a worn and used debit card across the ass of the man on the bed. He brushes the leaking cum like a painter’s brush across the fine blonde hairs of Ram’s ass. The dark and light hairs intermingle.

It is tight. The muscled ass is like a vice as he edges, ever closer between the fleshy tender cheeks. He can feel the squeezing, the snugness, even as he readies to enter the plush valley of the waiting ass. He can feel the squishiness, as his cock leaks, mixing with the applied lube he lathered up on his cock, minutes earlier, in the anticipation of the booty prize. The wet sounds echo in the room. It is music to Burke’s ears, a song, he has not sung since his college days. This anticipation wells up in him, this longing, the absolute and total annihilation of another man’s willing ass as he stares down at blistered globes of his protégé.

He has waited for this, salivated for this, since that day he met Ramsey “Ram” Bass, when he shook the younger man’s hand, when they met at a New Employee’s luncheon.

The kid hunched over the bed. His ass is open and ready, waiting. He is humping the scaly blonde surfer lad with his cock between the fold-crack, like a sex-fueled rabid dog.

Clear and leaking cum streams from his hardened cock as he glides between the soft fleshy ass-globes of the boy named Ram. His natural lube is more than enough to moisten up the sweet boy-man’s hole.

He loves the irony of the boy being nicknamed Ram. What a hoot it must have been to have a friend named Ram. The thought hardens his cock, even more. Everything about the boy sends pulses through him.

“Uhhhhhhhhhahhhhhh,” a moan slips out of his mouth, easy, as he slides into Ram’s warm lubed ass. He is tight and it has been too long, way too long.

He sighs. The soft silky folds welcome him as he slides into Ram’s ass.

The wispy blonde hairs of Ram’s ass encircle and snare up Burke’s throbbing cock. He plunges in. Then out. Then, in, again.

“Ahhhhhhh,” he moans, “Ahhhhhh.”

His swelled cockhead disappears each time into Ram’s dark tunnel.

Their sighs and moans fill the room. It is his and the husky baritone voice of the man, ironically nicknamed, Ram.

He can feel Ram tighten his ass muscles as he ‘rams’ deeper and deeper, as the glorious blonde-haired Adonis takes him, each plunge.

The sounds of their fucking fill the room. It has been too long since he has been where he is now.

Burke has not been up in the sweet ass of a man, since he was with Rory back in college. He has missed this glorious sensation.

“Ahhhh!” Burke moans, again.

“You like it boss?” Ram asks as Burke takes another deep plunge into his ass.

Burke cannot answer. As the lightning pulses of continuing exhilaration passes through his body. He is on fire and the sparks pass like a rampaging wildfire through him.

He is sweating, as is Ram, as the sounds of their wet slippery flesh and the moans and high-pitched sighs drown out the squeaky fleshy noises as he delves, ever deeper, up to his pubes, into the boy’s vice-like ass.

“This is far better than any of our workout in the gym, boy!” Burke says, amazingly in a full sentence as their tempo quickens.

Ram moans in agreement.

And…