All Male Fiction: I Spy (Part 1)

By: Unknown Author & Ryan Michaels

 

 

 

Eric slipped into Coach Anson's office at the back of the boys' high school locker room. Eric, who was five-nine, weighed one hundred and sixty-five pounds, with dark hair, and brown eyes, and who was muscular and fit and had a bubble butt was one of Southfield High's up-and-coming athletes. He had just turned eighteen and, like most guys his age, was horny all the time. Which is why he was in Coach Anson's office snooping around. He was looking for the key to the Coach's desk. Rumors abounded that the Coach kept porno magazines locked in the bottom drawer, and Eric desperately needed to get off right then and wanted to go into a stall and pump out a load of sperm while looking at porn.

Before he had managed to locate the key, though, Eric suddenly heard voices entering the locker room. It sounded like two voices - a man and a woman – and as the voices got closer, with no way to escape without being seen, Eric ducked inside a locker housed inside Coach Anson's office that held the Coach's clothes as well as some personal hygiene products on the top shelf.

Looking through the slats in the locker door, Eric recognized Mr. Diego, along with a sexy young brunette woman he hadn't ever seen before as they entered Coach Anson's office.

Mr. Diego was Eric's geometry teacher, but to everyone else, he was "Alex." Alex was in his mid-twenties and made all the girls at Southfield swoon. He was Hispanic and handsome, stood five foot eleven, with dark hair, dark eyes, and a muscular frame that rippled when he walked. The cut of his pants showed off every finely sculpted muscle of his ass, and his arms and chest popped out of his short-sleeved polo shirts.

As Alex and the young woman entered Coach Anson's office, Alex's hand was wrapped around the young woman's ass. They were laughing and hanging on each other. Then Alex spoke. "We'll have some privacy in here."

The young woman replied with a smile and her hand reached around Alex's sturdy torso and cupped his luscious ass firmly. Her hand then darted back to the front of Alex's pants and began unbuckling his belt. Eric watched as they began to undress, standing only ten feet away from his hideout in the locker.

Alex's pants dropped to the floor. He was not wearing any underwear, and his cock, which was fat and uncut, was semi-aroused already, jutting out slightly. She handled Alex's cock as he reached to unzip her skirt, and Alex's cock became harder and thicker as she played with it, and got rock hard in no time. Alex's cock wasn't only thick, it was also pretty long. It had to be at least eight inches.

Alex hiked up her skirt over her abdomen and turned her around and bent her over Coach Anson's desk. She was now facing away from the locker, but Alex blocked her view from Eric when he came up close behind her. His ass cheeks faced Eric; they were hairless and bronzed. They hung like cantaloupes, tight and bouncy at the same time.

The next thing Eric witnessed from his hiding spot was Alex entering the young woman from behind. Alex slipped inside skillfully and began to buck faster and faster, holding onto her shoulders for support. He then grabbed her hips and fucked her harder and harder.

Alex's bucking quickened and then he withdrew as he began to cum. Eric soon saw Alex's cum running down her leg. Alex stepped aside and trailed his finger through the little rivers of cum, drawing his finger upwards, and then inserted his cum-coated finger into her mouth. He smiled and whispered, "Just want to leave you something to remember me by."

With that, Alex and the young woman quickly dressed and moved towards the door of Coach Anson's office. They were both stunned when they realized Coach Anson had been standing there quietly for several minutes, observing their fuck session. Eric had been so involved in watching Alex and the woman fucking that he hadn't heard or noticed the Coach come up to the door, either.

Alex, the woman, and Eric all stood silently looking at the coach, wondering what was going to happen next as he eyed both of them.

After an awkward pause, Alex spoke first. "Hey, Coach, didn't see you standing there."

Coach Anson motioned for the young woman to leave, and she scrambled through the door, but his arm moved across the doorframe and blocked Alex's path when he moved to follow her out.

Coach Anson was in his mid-thirties, with dark blond hair and brown eyes, stood five-ten, and weighed about one hundred and ninety pounds. He was fit and built; his hairy muscular forearms stretching the arms of his light-colored t-shirt, his bulging pecs straining the thin t-shirt across his chest. Coach Anson's ass was a muscular silhouette filling out his navy track pants. He was pumped like he'd just completed a strenuous workout.

Coach Anson retorted, "That's because you were too busy banging that chick. How many times do I have to come in here to find you slamming your meat into one of the substitute teachers?"

"Just trying to make her feel welcome," Alex joked trying to break the tension, moving backward as Coach Anson stepped forward.

Coach Anson followed as Alex backed toward his desk and spoke sternly, "I already caught you in here once this week, and once a couple of weeks ago." He then asked, "What did I say, Diego?" as the back of Alex's legs bumped into Coach Anson's desk.

Alex thought for a moment, his face showing a thought crossing his mind. He didn't say a word.

Coach Anson followed up. "I said, I would teach you to keep your dick in your pants, and I guess that's what it's come down to."

Eric watched in awe as Coach Anson swiftly grabbed Alex's left hand and twisted it behind Alex's muscled back. Alex tried to squirm away but was trapped. Coach Anson wrenched Alex's hand tighter against his back until Eric could see the pain visible on his face.

Alex winced and breathed in quickly, whispering, "What do you want, Coach?"

Coach Anson kept Alex's left hand pinned while his free hand reached around Alex's waist and undid Alex's belt. With one swift move, Alex's pants fell to the ground again, exposing his soft cock and naked ass.

All Male Fiction: Chris' Sex Adventures (Part 2)

"Getting Pumped"

By: samboi91 & Ryan Michaels

 

 

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After sucking my first cock, I craved to do it again. It was all I could think about. Luckily my best friend Adam - the recipient of that first blowjob - was only too happy to help me satisfy my craving. He had a home gym set up in his basement and I'd been going to his place a few times a week for the last couple of years to work out with him. We'd work out, hang out for a bit after, and then I'd go home.

Now, with Adam no longer fucking that girl Lisa and not getting any from any other girls at the time, those workout sessions always ended with Adam wanting a blowjob. Since one or both of his parents were always around, we'd scurry up to his bedroom and I'd suck him off. I loved sucking him off and always took care of myself later on.

Sucking his big cock and taking his load down my throat was so hot for me, but I wanted to try more things with him, too. Little did I know at the time, but I would get my wish.

It happened about six months after I had started sucking Adam's cock. We were both working out in his basement, with me wearing shorts and a basketball jersey and Adam just in shorts; I was doing bench presses, while he spotted me. During my third set on the barbell, I noticed a bulge starting to appear in Adam's shorts. We looked into each other's eyes and I knew it was time to stop working out with weights and give his cock a workout instead. But this time, instead of heading up to his room, he just pulled his cock out through the leg of his shorts while still standing over me and placed it at my lips.

I was surprised at first but then remembered that his mother had gone out a little while after I had arrived and no one was there but us. I opened wide and took it into my mouth as he grabbed the barbell for support.

Pulling his cock out of my mouth, he held it upwards and then bent his knees and lowered his balls down onto my nose and mouth. "Smell my sweaty balls! Yeah, smell good?"

"Mmmhmm!"

"I bet they taste good, too. Let's find out. Open your mouth and lick them with your tongue. Yeah, that's it!" he said, and moaned as I repeatedly lapped at them, "Suck my fuckin' sweaty balls!"

I sucked them, one by one, and then I got both in my mouth at the same time.

"Oh yeah, fuck yeah! Wash the sweat off with your tongue until they're all clean!"

Soon his balls were being pulled from my mouth and replaced with his cock again. While I worked my mouth on his cock, I reached both hands around him and grabbed his ass. It felt rock hard and toned.

"Whoa, man. Don't get too friendly back there. That's an exit only. Yours on the other hand…"

Yanking his cock out of my mouth, he told me to stand up. As soon as I was on my feet, he instructed me to turn around so that my back was to him. In one quick move, he pulled my shorts and underwear to my ankles. I could feel his eyes on my bare ass and then I felt his hands. They were kneading my cheeks, and my crack was opening and closing as a result. I heard a slurping sound and knew what was coming next and I wasn't wrong. I moaned as he slid a finger into me.

"Fuck, you're tight! Have you ever been fucked before?" he asked as he slowly moved it in and out.

"No, never. You're the only guy I've ever sucked, too."

"Well, you're gonna get fucked today. That ass is so tight; I just gotta stick my cock in it! Man, I can't wait to break it in!"

Before I could respond, he was already running up the stairs. I turned and stood there, my shorts and underwear around my feet, completely naked with a hard-on, waiting for him to come back.

When he returned, he was completely naked now too, and he was stroking his cock as he walked across the room. It was slick and shiny with lube. He was holding the bottle in his hand, which he handed to me.

"Squirt a bunch of this up your ass," he said as I took it from him. "Make sure you put lots up there and work it up inside with your fingers. Try to get at least two fingers in there and work them in and out to loosen things up."

I did as he said, first kicking my pulled-down shorts and underwear free from my feet to allow me to spread them apart a bit, and actually managed to get two of my fingers inside me. It hurt a bit at first but quickly started to feel really good. I was even starting to quietly moan a little bit.

When Adam heard this, he lay down on the bench, holding his thick cock in the air, and said, "Ride my cock, Chris. Then you can decide how slow you want it to slide in."

I was nervous, but I wasn't scared. I wanted this and I walked over to him and put one of my legs over him so that I was standing above his cock. I put my hands on his defined chest for support as I lowered myself onto his cock. I felt the big head push against my hole as it started to slide in, and the pain hit me.

"AHH FUCK!"

"It's ok, man. Just relax. Stay like that and let your hole adjust."

I did as he told me and the pain started to go away. Then I started to slowly lower myself further and further down onto his cock. Once it was all the way in me, and I had sat still on it to let my hole adjust, it felt so good. We both let out a moan.

"Fuck, man. Your tight ass feels so good. Ride my big dick!"

I started moving up and down on a few inches of his cock, very slowly. He grabbed my hips and started thrusting gently into me. Both of us were moaning. It was my first fuck and it was amazing; getting fucked by my best friend's eight-point-five-inch cock.

"Stand up and bend over for me, man," he said after a minute or so.

I obeyed him and felt his cock sliding out of me inch by inch as I raised myself up; it made me feel empty and I wanted it back in me. He stood up as I bent myself over, and then he moved behind me. With his cock now pressed at my hole, he started to push it back inside me, and I was thankful it didn't hurt as much this time.

It felt great having his cock back in my ass, and he liked it being there too, as he started thrusting a bit harder.

"Fuck! Your ass feels great wrapped around my cock! I'm gonna fuck you so good!" Adam groaned as he grabbed my hips and started thrusting his cock faster and deeper in and out of my hole. "Fuck yeah. Take my big dick. I'm gonna blow deep in your ass, man."

"Fuck, Adam, not so hard!" I whined. He didn't respond and just kept pounding me, and it was obvious he was going to keep fucking me incessantly, despite my plea of discomfort. 

All I could do was continue to take his cock in me; he was in control, and he was using my body to pleasure himself. At that moment I was just a tight hole for him to use to get off, and those thoughts aroused me even more, made the discomfort worth it, and I closed my eyes and moaned louder than I think I ever had before.

"Oh fuck, Alex, so tight!"

Alex? He just moaned the name of another buddy of ours. Alex was the same age as us, a jock, and had a typical jock body; muscular from playing sports and working out. He had huge biceps and always sported a pretty big bulge. His face was pretty nice to look at, too. But why would my straight friend moan the name of another guy while he was using my hole just to get off? It didn't make sense for him to be thinking about him, or any guy, just then.

"You should get your cock sucked," Adam panted as he continued to ram in and out of my ass.

As I went to open my mouth to tell him that I'd rather he keep fucking me, I heard another voice say, "Yeah, you're right, I should."

All Male Fiction: A Couple of Amateurs

By: Tommyhawk1

 

 

 

The room was pitch black except for a square of white light. The window wasn't frosted, just a combination of outside lighting, indoor darkness, and glazing produced that uniform, white, unrevealing light. It formed a perfect square, clean, unbroken.

An oval form disrupted the whiteness, someone's head was on the other side, perched atop a hint of neck, and then, there were two such ovals. Shadows danced along the floor of the square, not as delineated as the heads, they made triangles that overlapped and broke each other... hands and arms were working at the bottom of the sash. The heads bent together in consultation to the tune of scratching metal and fracturing wood.

"Come on, man, hit it good!" one voice hissed.

"I'm hitting it. The motherfucker's not turning loose!"

"Go on and hit it. Nobody's home."

"I know that!"

"So hit the mother!"

Crunch!

"Yeah, that's moving it. Hit it again!"

"You hit it. My hand's sore!"

"Pussy! Fine, move over."

Thud! "Yeowch!"

"Now who's the pussy… pussy!"

"Shut the fuck up! Help me with this."

Crunch-crack-crack-ka-thoomp, and then a vibrating tone of an aluminum rod humming itself into silence.

"Yeah! That got it."

"Come on, open the mother up!"

Scritch-scritch-scritch-whoo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo! The window rose up, surrendering its duty to defend the home, but not quietly.

"Come on, get in."

"So give me a hand up!"

"Here!"

"Uh-uh-hoo-HOOPH!" And now the whiteness was blackened entirely, the body slithering inside like some arthritic snake, caught halfway, teetered, and then fell inside, landing on the carpeting which muffled the sound that should have been a resounding thud.

"Damn, dude, you didn't have to shove me in!"

"Shut up and give me a hand in."

"So give me your hand," the guy inside offered.

A sliding-scraping sound, and they were both inside, and the white light was back now, bearing a black line near the top where the window had been opened completely up.

"Where the fuck's the light switch?"

"How the hell would I know?"

"Well, find it."

"You find it."

"Let's both find it."

A flick of a switch being thrown and the room was filled with light. Now you could see that the room was well-furnished, a delicate green on the walls, the bedroom furnishings were of dark, rich maple wood, the sheets on the bed were of soft, white silk, not the more common cotton, there was a painting on the wall of a green-faced man, bearing the unmistakable trademark of being an original work of art... and the more common things, a simple alarm clock, some books and an ashtray on the dresser.

The two intruders were revealed as being young, both about eighteen. They were alike in their hairstyle, cut short on the sides and longer on the top. Both were on the thin side of muscular. Both wore blue jeans and t-shirts, one guy's was green, the other guy's was pale blue.

They were looking at each other.

"Hey, man, you found it!" the one in the green shirt said, before he noticed that neither were standing anywhere near to a light switch.

Kli-klick! The unmistakable, unforgettable sound of a gun being cocked filled the air.

They turned and looked to see there was a third man in the room.

Older, brown-haired, heavily muscled, and holding a shiny, silver-plated rifle with the muzzle aimed in their direction, along with a scowl of anger on his face, bordering on fury. You'd think the fact that there were two of them and only one of him would have made him less threatening, but that logic goes out the window when the 'one' is an armed, angry man with a gun pointing in your direction.

"Shit!" said green shirt.

That seemed to sum it up for both of them; they raised their hands.

"I thought this house was empty," blue shirt said sheepishly.

"Yeah, my sister said they were in Europe," green shirt said in a whisper. "She works here as a nanny."

The scowl barely moved enough to let the words part the armed man's lips. "You two never heard of a house sitter before?"

"Oh," the two boys said in unison.

"Yeah," the man sneered. "God, but you're a pair of dumb shits. Your sister told you this house was empty, huh?"

"Uh, she just told me that she had the week off because the owners were away in Europe," green shirt babbled. "She didn't know Kyle and me were going to break in here, though, honest!"

"God, Jake, tell him my name, why don't you?" blue shirt said in exasperation, not realizing in his fear that he had just done the same thing.

"Kyle and Jake," the man nodded. "Want to give me your home addresses while you're at it, you couple of damned amateurs?"

"No, sir," both boys chimed.

"Please don't call the cops on us! We'll pay for the window; we just broke the frame on it," Kyle offered. "Bent it, actually. You can nail it back up and it'll be good as new, honest."

"I'm not going to call the cops." But the steely look in his eyes told them he wasn't letting them go, either.

"Oh, God!" Kyle breathed.

"Shut up!" Jake hissed at him.

"We are screwed! We are both so totally screwed!" Kyle moaned. "He's going to kill us and then put a pistol in our hands and say it was self-defense!"

"Shut up!"

"We are so totally screwed!" Kyle groaned.

"Shut the fuck up!"

"Ah, fuck you!" Kyle turned instant rage onto his partner. "This was your idea. I just went along with it. I'll tell that to the cops and make a deal."

"He's not going to call the cops, remember?" Jake reminded him, snarling the words out.

"Oh, God!" Kyle was so pale, he looked like he was about to faint.

Jake looked at the gun again. "Man, please, just let us go," he said softly. "You don't want to kill us."

"Well, maybe I won't kill you," the man conceded.

Kyle breathed a sigh of relief.

"But I can't just let you two go, now can I?"

"Oh, god, we're so screwed!" Kyle said again. "We are both totally fucked."

"That's the idea," the man said.

"What's the idea?" Jake asked.

"Both of you totally fucked." The man's cock began to unfurl and snake down the leg of his pants.

Jake's eyes widened as he saw this. "No way," he breathed.

"Oh, God!" Kyle groaned. "He's going to rape us both, tie us up and fuck us. What are we going to do?"

"I'm not going to fuck you," the man clarified. "You are."

"Huh?"

"You two are going to fuck each other," the man said. "Put on a good show, and earn your freedom."

All Male Fiction: Chris' Sex Adventures (Part 1)

"Adam's Birthday"

By: samboi91 & Ryan Michaels

 

 

 

As a typical horny, gay teenager, there was a lot of stuff out there that kept me locked in my room whacking one off whenever I could – which was pretty much several times a day. Magazines with male models, the hot skater boys on my street, the buff guys at the gym, it was all enough to keep me going. Being eighteen years old, sex was a big part of my life. I wanted to try everything.

I watched a lot of porn from when I was young so I already knew a lot about sex before I even started having it. Certain things would get me hornier than others, like seeing athletic guys in tight-fitting tank tops or a Singlet. It made them look so manly and like they would take control. That was a big turn-on of mine, a man that could take control. Not someone who would tie me down to a bed and have his way with me, but someone who would tell me what to do, be a little forceful, and know what he wanted.

I saw this quality in my step-brother Jeff a few times and will admit I got slightly turned on when we would play wrestle and he would pin me down. He was a twenty-one-year-old Personal Trainer who was in amazing shape. He didn't care who was watching when he came out of the bathroom in just a pair of boxer shorts. He had ripped abs, perfect, hard pecs, and biceps that bulged from his arms, even when he wasn't tensing. He trained me a few times, which got me to the athletic self that I am now. Defined pecs that weren't as big as his, but they were noticeable, abs that you could see the outline of, and small biceps.

He had mostly looked after me when we were growing up. My mother died giving birth to me, and his mom, whom my dad married a couple of years after my mom's death, was killed in a car accident when we were both still kids, and our father was always away on business. So Jeff had taken care of me all these years, which made me respect him. He'd always barge into my room at eight in the morning yelling, "Get up Chris or you're going to be late!"

Luckily I was good enough to hide all my gay porn from him over the years. It came as a shock to him when I finally came out at the age of seventeen. He was fine with it all, though. He respected me a lot more for having the guts to come out and protected me anytime someone would give me shit about being gay. The next year was the year I had my first experience with a guy.

That first time happened on my best friend Adam's birthday. A bunch of us guys went over to his place to have a few drinks and party. Some of the guys brought girls with them. He had the house to himself that weekend as his parents were away. Altogether, including Adam and myself, there were ten people there, three of them girls.

Once the party started to die down, about half the people had left by that point, and of the three others that were left, a guy named Tim was passed out in a chair, and the other guy, Matt, and the girl he'd brought with him had just gone off to one of the bedrooms to have sex. And that left me and Adam standing together behind the couch talking.

As the two of us chatted, he told me about one of the girls at school he was fucking and what it was like. Even though I preferred dick, I still always had an interest in what it would be like with a girl.

After he finished telling me all the dirty details, we stood there in silence for a moment, and as we did we heard Matt suddenly moan from the nearby bedroom and say, "Yeah, suck it!"

Adam and I smiled at each other and giggled quietly, and then Adam spoke. "Man, I could really use one of those right about now, too."

"Yeah, who couldn't," I laughed.

"Yeah, but, I mean it's my birthday. I should at least get a blowjob on my birthday, dontcha think?"

"For sure," I laughed.

"So… wanna give me one?"

I started laughing again but Adam didn't laugh and suddenly I wasn't entirely sure if it was a joke. Then, in a completely serious tone, he said, "No, really, you wanna blow me?"

"I dunno… I thought you were straight?"

"I am."

"Then why are you asking me to blow you?"

"Because I'm horny, and Lisa" (the girl he was casually fucking) "is away for the weekend with her parents. Every guy deserves a blowjob on his birthday, and I figured since you're gay, you'd be willing to take her place on my dick."

"Oh really, you think just because I'm gay I'll suck any guy's dick?"

"Not any guy's dick, but I know you'll suck mine. I've seen the way you look at me sometimes." Then he grabbed my hand and said, "You want to, don't you Chris?" as he put my hand straight onto his crotch.

All Male Fiction: Pleasing the Boss

By: Unknown Author

I work for the federal government. My job isn't all that exciting, but it pays well and has a great benefits package. Good money aside, I still found myself needing to apply for a company loan, to replace my car, which was on its last legs.

Mr. Harlow, my boss, came up to my desk one day and said he needed to talk to me about my loan application. He instructed me to come with him and led me to one of the boardrooms.

"Well, Peter," he started out, as he motioned for me to take a seat, and took a seat himself. "As you know, when an employee applies for a company loan, we still do a credit check."

I didn't know that. I figured that since the company paid us, if an employee applied for a loan, and didn't make payments, they would just take it off your paycheck. Even so, I just nodded.

"We are like any bank that loans money," he continued. "Before we hand out large sums of cash, we check out the applicant thoroughly."

"Ok," I said. My credit was good, I wasn't worried.

"After doing a check on you, I understand that besides working for the federal government, you also have another source of income."

In checking me out, he had discovered my secret. You see, I make extra money doing amateur gay porn. I don't make much from it, but it gives me a little extra spending money. Being that I worked for the government, they had easy access to any income information on me, something I never thought about when applying for my loan. As I said, I never even thought that they would check me out before granting my loan. I just figured the paperwork was a formality.

"Huh?" was my unplanned reaction to his statement.

"Peter, I know you do porn videos."

Doing amateur gay porn was not something I advertised to my family, friends, or co-workers, but he knew, so there was no sense in even trying to deny it. "So what," I blustered. "It's not against the law. What does that have to do with my loan application? If you checked me out, you must know I don't make much money from that, and I still need the loan."

"Think about it, Peter. If I sign off on your loan application, when the paperwork goes upstairs to the big wigs for final approval, and they see what you do, you'll be out of here in a week."

"You can't fire me for making porn videos; it's totally legal and has no bearing on my job here!" I said almost shouting.

"It won't be for making pornography. The men upstairs are from a different generation Peter. They would probably understand if it was straight porn. Maybe. But this type of porn, no they won't agree with that, and won't want you here."

"Is that a threat?" I shouted. "You do that, and I'll sue you for discrimination based on sexual orientation!" I said standing and slamming my fist on the table. I was pissed!

"Calm down Peter. They won't fire you for being gay or making gay porn. They'll say you are being let go for some other reason. I don't agree with any of that, but you'll be gone just the same."

I sat back in the chair and looked across the table at him. "So then, you called me in here to tell me that I'm not getting the loan, or to tell me I'm fired?"

"No, I didn't say that."

"Well, that's what it sounds like to me. I mean, from what you are saying if you approve my loan, upper management will then have to sign off, read about my other source of income, and, according to you, fire me. And, if you don't sign off on it, they won't find out, I'll get to keep my job, but won't get the loan. So I lose either way."

"No, I think there is a way we can get around this so they won't find out, you'll be able to keep your job, and still get your loan."

"How?" I asked.

"Well, there are some things that can be done to make the info about your other job disappear before they receive the paperwork. You're a good worker, Peter. I don't want to see you lose your job, and I want to help you get the loan you need, but you'll need to help me with some things to make sure the paperwork on your other career disappears."

"I'm just an employee, not management. What can I do?"

He smiled. "I'm a simple man. How about letting me give you a good fuck, like those guys do in your videos?"

I'm sure my mouth must of fell open when he said that. In fact, I know it did.

"What?" I blurted. "Do you honestly think that I would agree to have sex with my boss, all in order to get a loan?" I spat.

"Yes," he said matter-of-factly. "You do porn, Peter. You have sex with strangers for money all the time."

"Yes, for money, and that's just a job. There's a difference," I said and then thought: And those guys are all young and hot, not middle-aged slugs like you.

"Not really. You'll get your loan if you give me what I want, so essentially you will be getting paid for it."

He wasn't all that much to look at - straight hair cut conservatively short, grey eyes, and a round face that looked every one of his fifty-something years. He was built okay, but nothing spectacular.

He stood up from his chair, smiling at me, and pulled down his zipper. He dug inside the fly of his suit pants and pulled out his cock! I couldn't believe what he was doing, and so casually! It was already almost fully hard, and it was a fairly big one and fat. I was impressed.

"Come on, Peter. You do this type of thing all the time with strangers. Is it really too much to ask in order for you to get your loan approved, and, keep your secret?"

He really was something, a long, sad sort of face, the eyes of a cow. But I really needed that loan. Once my car went off to the big junkyard in the sky I would be fucked without a vehicle, so was getting fucked by my boss better than being without a new car, and being fucked anyway?

"Well, Peter?" he said wagging his dick at me. "How badly do you want that loan?"