Date: Fri, 12 Aug 2011 12:02:45 -0700 From: Kenn Secondary Subject: The Banker Part 1 This is a work of erotic fiction intended for audiences over 18 years of age and interested in male/male sex. Comments, ideas and suggestions are always appreciated. - jockfanaz@comcast.net. I'd been working at the same company for 13 years. After we were purchased a year ago and went through a major change in management I started to position my finances in a way that I could walk away within a year. After the second buy out and 3rd change in senior management I'd had enough and resigned. I was in a position that I didn't need a job for 3 years, which isn't bad considering I'm only 42. I wanted to rollover my 401k into an IRA, I didn't want to take chances with the volatile market and was going to put it in something stable like CD's. Not expecting to get great returns but at least I wasn't going to lose anything. I'm pretty tech savvy and did the on-line application with the bank. The next day I got an email from an IRA specialist asking me stupid questions. The emails went back and forth until I got pissed and Monday morning went to the branch I normally go to when I need to talk to someone. Bad idea. Only one of the five reps knew how to open an IRA and I left after 45 minutes waiting to talk to her. I drove down to a branch closer to home that I usually avoid. It's near the University and 90% of their employees are college students with limited training. The one banker available looked up at me and looked down. Great I thought, doesn't want to deal with a fag. I'm 6 foot weighing a slim 165 and I know there isn't a big fat GAY tattoo on my forehead and I don't mince and my wrists are far from limp it's just obvious looking at me I am gay. He came and introduced himself, a nicely dressed and groomed man in his mid 30's. He registered a 0 on my gaydar and frankly I wanted to get in and out of there as fast as I could. There were the expected pictures of his wife and daughter all over his desk. I explained everything I needed and he set to work getting the account set up. He asked if I could get him the beneficiary information and told him my partner and I had a joint account so his info was already in their system. He didn't flinch and actually seemed to be more relaxed. We made small talk, he asked me how long we'd been together and told me he'd been married 11 years but there were times he wish he was single again. Amen to that I told him, I love my partner but there are days... His wife even asked him one time if he was gay and told her `Just because I spend the same amount of time in the bathroom primping doesn't mean I'm gay, I just like to look good.' Which I thought was an odd comment. And all through idle chatter he kept turning his monitor to me to show me what he was doing. Another fifteen minutes and we were done. `Can I ask you a question?' He asked with his head cocked, one eye half closed and a slight smirk. `Oh my god.' I replied. By the look on his face he assumed he'd done something wrong. I shook my head, no. `Your expression reminded me of best friend when I was growing up. You looked just like Dugan.' `Well now I'm not sure I should ask.' He responded, red faced. `Go for it dude.' He turned the monitor so I could see what he was typing. `I have a fetish...' He stopped at looked at me before he continued typing. `I like to wear other men's underwear. I don't want sex, just your underwear.' He looked at me again with an expectant look on his face. I have a way of wiping all expression from my face and this was the time. He couldn't read my reaction. `Ah,' I finally said softly. `You and Dug's dad would have gotten along very, very, well.' He's eyes flew open. I grabbed his keyboard and typed `Fruit of the Loom plaid boxers - boring.' `Hot.' He typed back `Give me an envelope and point me to the men's room. May be a little embarrassing though, thinking about Dug's dad. He had the biggest, fattest dick I've ever had. ' I typed quickly, got up and headed to the door he pointed to without looking at him. I slipped my boxers into the envelope, sealed it, trapped the head of my rigid erection under the waist band of my baggy shorts so it wouldn't flop around and went back to his desk. He was with another customer so I just handed it to him and left. Once I got in my car I unzipped my pants and stroked myself a few times. I jacked my hard-on all the way home, thinking about Dug and his dad. By the time I was home I was more than ready to pop my load. My shorts dropped the second the door closed and I headed to the bedroom. I took the jockstrap out of the bedside drawer, wrapped it around my shaft and yanked my balls hard and exploded. I pumped a heavy load into the jock wondering what my new little banker buddy's dick looked like. I fell asleep thinking about Dug and his dad. It seems like I'd known Dugan forever. I don't remember when they moved into the house half a block from ours but we became fast friends. As we glided into puberty when the natural changes developed I grew taller and slender while Dug was shorter and stocky. We both enjoyed exploring our new bodies, individually and together. We were both comfortable being naked around each other when we were young and nothing changed as we grew older. I remember him watching me jerk off the first time I had an orgasm. Over the years we experimented with other things, I'd suck him off or he'd fuck my ass but we were happiest being jack buddies. We became even closer our first year of high school. Within 6 months of his mother passing away my dad left my mom. She took care of both of us, his dad always taking us to ball games, camping and watched over us. They both came to every football game to watch Dug play and every swim meet I was in. But by the end of our sophomore year it was obvious our desires split. Dug was out chasing pussy but I couldn't take my eyes off the multitude of young cock meat in the locker room. It was that summer I had the wildest experiences of my young life. Mom went to visit my aunt and while I was old enough to stay at home by myself I was spending a couple of nights at Dug's. The first night I was having problems sleeping so I went downstairs for a glass of water. I saw a light in the den and saw Mr. M watching TV wearing just a pair of boxers. I'd seen him in shorts before but something about how the light glistened in the furry carpet covering his chest sent chills down my spine. The one thing I miss about being that age is how fast I got a bone on. I could drop three for loads a day but every couple hours my joy stick would be rock hard again with my nuts begging for release. I raced up the stairs, dropped my shorts and was on the bed rubbing myself in no time. The door was partially open then a few minutes later the hall light went on. I had been slow stroking from the knob to the base of my shaft, eyes half shut when I sensed a change in the lighting. Through half closed eyes I could see Mr. M watching me, his hand snaked his boxers down and I caught a quick glimpse of his fist wrapped around the bottom of the biggest, fattest cock shaft I'd ever seen. I just about lost it at that point. I spread my legs, bucked my hips and started jackhammering myself. I knew I wouldn't last long before that all too familiar tingle started. I held my erection straight up and one, two, three, four jets of juice arced high in the air. I heard a muffled cry from the hall but when I opened my eyes he wasn't there. A couple of nights later I was on the bed reading and Dug had just gotten out of the shower. He sat down at his desk, naked with one leg on the edge of his desk. I could see his package under the desk, his plump limp cock nestled atop his furry eggs. I could barely see his brown puckered hole surrounded by dark hair. I was, again, soft to half bone in a second. `Dug,' I said getting up from the bed. `Put your other leg up, I wanna try something.' `Not tonight, bud.' He replied with a heavy sigh. `Amy gave me a hand job earlier and I'm spent. Why don't you get your butt back on the bed and whack yourself off while just enjoying the view.' `Yeah, I will after. You don't have to do anything. C'mon, it's something I want to try and if either of us doesn't like it I'll stop.' I tried not to whine. `What are you talking about?' `I want to lick your ass.' I whispered in his ear. I could immediately tell he wasn't thrilled about the idea but the more he thought about it he was open to trying it. I slipped beneath the desk and moved his other leg up. With my hands on the inside of his muscled thighs I gingerly flicked my tongue around and around the tight ring. He let out a long breath of encouragement. I skimmed up and down his downy crack before sticking the tip of my tongue in his relaxing hole. I saw his balls moving and heard the recognizable slap of flesh on flesh. He was beating off. `I thought you were spent.' I said with a sly grin before swallowing one of his oversized nuts. `Shut up and get your face back in my ass. It feels so fucking hot.' I let him set the pace, slowly long stroking his pole. I'd been on my hands and knees but the damp sensitive knob of my poker kept rubbing against the carpet and I wasn't ready to cum. I sat cross legged and after another ten minutes of sucking his hole until I could tell he was getting close. Dug was a grunter when he gets close to the edge. I'm a moaner and talker when I bust my nuts. His snorts became shorter and deeper the more I corkscrewed into his brown bud. With a final guttural `urg' he came. I eased out from under the desk as he eased he legs back onto the floor. His spent load dripped thickly down his chest. `I need another shower.' `Want me to clean it up, my tongue is primed and ready.' I replied with a leer. I was randy and ready to pop. `That's okay. Looks like that rocket between your legs is about to go off so you might want to take care of that. ` I flopped onto the bed and looked down at my crotch. My dick was dripping like a leaky faucet, the slit swollen and my balls ached. I knew if I touched myself I'd cream and I wasn't ready just yet. Dug came back into the room, turned off all the lights except the one next to my bed and started softly snoring as hid head hit the pillow. The sensations of my mouth on his ass were still too fresh in my mind. I slicked up a finger with spit and ran it across my rosy ass bud. I shivered and felt a quick blast of pre-jizz splatter against my belly. I heard a muffled gasp and looked up, the silhouette was fuzzy but I knew Mr. M was watching me again. I moved so I was sitting up against the headboard with my legs spread wide. I spit on my finger again and slid it in my hole to the first knuckle. I gently fucked myself in and out to the second knuckle. I wasn't going to last much longer. `Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum, gonna fucking shoot my load.' I murmured loud enough that I knew he could hear me. I grabbed my cock and pumped. Two things happened that I couldn't control. I shoved my finger all the way up my ass and leaned down toward my spewing dick. The first two creamy blasts landed squarely in my mouth. I was shooting fast and the rest of my heavy load splashed onto my face. Exhausted I lay down, panting loudly while savoring the sweet sour taste of my nut juice. I drifted off to sleep without bothering to clean myself off. I went back home the next day, I needed some time alone before my mom came home. I spent a couple of days at the neighborhood pool, working on my tan and trying not to think about Mr. M. The first day was a near disaster. I was wearing my high school team swim trunks. I was there a couple of hours, reading and not paying attention to who was there. I looked up from my book just as a really hot guy stepped out of the pool, the soft log of his stiff fat cock obvious in his short, wet trunks. I rolled over just before my growing shaft slipped out of my trunks. After that I only wore a jockstrap and loose shorts. The next week I'd made up my mind. I went to see Dug one afternoon that I knew he wouldn't be home and Mr. M wasn't at work. If we ended up as jack buds like me and Dug that was fine. But I really wanted a taste of his horse meat. He was out in the yard, shirtless and sweaty. `Hey Dano, good to see you. ` The broad smile told me everything I needed to know. `Thought something might have scared you away. `Not at all.' I told him. `I just wanted to return these to Dug.' I'd been holding half a dozen movies at crotch level and held them out to him. `Dug won't be back for a couple of hours but go ahead and put them in his room. ` His eyes noted the obvious bulge in my shorts. `Hang around if you want. ` I sprinted up the stairs, dropping my clothes on the floor in Dug's room but walked down the hall to Mr. M's room. I sprawled across the bed, arms behind my head. I closed my eyes trying to think about anything but sex, my cock was already rock hard and leaking. I hoped I wouldn't have to wait long, I was anxious to drain my balls. I smelled him standing next to the bed before I opened my eyes. He stood there, mute while he traced a finger down the bulging vein of my dick. I couldn't stop the gasp as his baggy shorts dropped to the floor. Underneath he wore tight, tight white boxers that left nothing to the imagination. He was as hard as I was. `So you like the taste of man-spunk?' He purred. I couldn't talk, I just nodded. He twirled his finger in the pool of jizz in my belly and stuck it between my lips. I eagerly sucked his finger while my body involuntary spasmed when I felt his long, thick fingers surround my sack. My shaft jumped up at a forty-five degree angle then he quickly released it. My horny stalk slapped loudly against my tight belly. He coated his finger again and I early sucked it. `I was about your age when I started eating my own juice. I'd wake up, hands on my crotch. Damn there isn't anything better than morning wood. Half awake, half asleep I'd pound my rod then shoot off into a plastic baggy.' His words were enflaming me more. `I'd shove it in the back of the freezer then take it out at night. I'd put a little bit right here, ` he covered his finger again and smeared a huge glob under my nose. I inhaled and groaned. Then suck on my cum-sickle while I pumped out a huge load.' `You like when I talk nasty to you?' He asked. Again I just nodded yes. `Then one of my college buddies taught me a new trick. I wasn't good at doing laundry and one week I wore the same jockstrap 3 or 4 days in a row. `His voice was hypnotic, slowly stroking my inner thighs. `I took it off one night and tossed it on top of the pile of clothes I was going to take home for my mom to do. I was just nodding off when I heard my roommate get out of bed and watched him pick up the jock and dive back into bed. He threw back the covers, put that stinking jock over his face and starting jerking off like a mad man. Didn't take him long before he blew his wad into the cup of my jock then flung it back onto the pile. My ass was out of bed the second I knew he was asleep. I was already sporting a stiffer but I got even harder when I smelled then tasted the sweat and cum covered jock. Didn't take long before I went over the edge adding my load to the cup.' `So tell me Dano boy, how long does it usually take you to rod up again after you shoot your load?' He asked me. `A couple of hours,' I replied. `Depends on how many times I jacked off and how horny I am that day.' I told him. `I know you're just about ready to blow and I have something for you that's going to help you along.' He said with a wicked grin. `I don't think it'll take even an hour for you to get another boner. My guess is the second you wrap your lips around my horny daddy dick you'll be raring to go again.' I didn't say anything, just looked at his monster meat. A wet circle had spread at the head, the smooth mushroomed cap throbbed under the tight material. He reached for the drawer of the nightstand. I had some idea of what was going to come out. `I blew a huge fucking load into this,' he said holding up a stained jockstrap to his nose `after listening to you ream out my son's asshole last week and you spewed your sweet boy cream all over your face. You can probably still taste the load I blew last night thinking about all the things I was going to do to you once I got my hands on you.' He dropped the jock onto my face the same time his fingers gripped my balls. `Oh fuck, oh fuck.' The smell of the jock was over powering. I grabbed my shaft and started to pump. `I need to cum, fuck, I'm going shoot!' I screamed and erupted like a fire hose. I'd never had an orgasm so intense I almost passed out. I'm not sure how many times I shot but it seemed like it wouldn't end. I felt his fingers tightly surround the base of my shaft but my eyes flew open as he devoured my tender dick and sucked. I bucked one final time shot one last blast down his throat. `Fuck, boy,' he said as he lapped up a mouthful of spooge off my belly, `Your balls must be drained. ` He raked a few fingers across my shoulder and offered the spunk covered digits to me. I gladly sucked on them clean. `You're getting me real horned up, Dano boy.' He stood up, dropped he shorts and wagged his dribbling fuck-meat at me. I leaned up and licked and licked the huge mushroom cap. He pulled back. `Much as I want to shove this down your throat I want your tongue up my ass. Time you tasted hot, sweaty man hole. He shoved me down on the bed and with feet on either side of my shoulder he lowered his spread cheeks onto my face. The smell, at first was overwhelming. Dugan tasted fresh and sweet. Mr. M was all man. He bounced slowly up and down on my eager tongue, his hug balls slapping against my forehead. `See Dano,' I heard him say. `Didn't take long at all.' I felt his lips around my still tender cock-knob then slowly slide down half the length of my rigid prick. I tongue fucked him harder, trying to reach around to stroke his cock. He abruptly stood up and swiveled around facing me, knelt, his huge thighs hugging my sides. He wrapped his hands around my head and looked me in the eyes. Closer and closer until his lips met mine. Our tongues dueled briefly until he pulled back. `Dano, Dano.' He cooed. `You don't know how long I've waited for this. My left nut is aching which always means I'm gonna cream like a race-horse. You ready to suck my big, fat, daddy dick and take my cum-load down your sweet mouth? ` I don't know who was more ready, him or me. I had just blasted one of the biggest wads I could remember but was suddenly sex starved. All I could see was his dick, fat, hard and throbbing for my mouth. I opened my mouth and swallowed the big head. I rolled my tongue around the smooth skin, savoring the oily secretions coating my mouth. He slowly started to push himself forward. I had almost his entire thick stem down my throat when I felt like I was going to choke. I grabbed his fuzzy butt checks and he stopped. I wasn't having a problem with the length it was the girth `Hey baby,' he said softly while pulling out of my stuffed maw. `Put out your tongue. I wanna see my knob resting on your tongue. I stuck it out and he laid the fat tube on my tongue. He stroked himself from just under the head to the base. I felt a gush of hot, syrupy goo slide down my throat. I leaned forward and we started again. He started to slowly fuck my face, each lunge pushing another ¼ inch of his mammoth meat into my mouth. I reached up between his legs and gripped his ball bag tightly in my left hand, crushing his left nut into my palm. `Of fuck, you are going make me shoot. `He pleaded with me but then added, `Yeah, play with those hairy balls, feel that load boiling, ready to cream down your throat.' I tugged again and he picked up the pace. I knew he was edging, not wanting the pleasure to end. My right hand snaked between his legs, up and down his sweaty ass-crack. I grazed his hole with a finger and his entire body shuddered. By then I was swallowing most of his cock and I knew he couldn't hold back much longer. The next time I yanked his ball bag down I shoved a finger up his ass and hit pay dirt. `Holy shit,' he yelled. `Mother of fucking mercy, baby you just hit the magic button. Fuck yeah, gonna cum. Get ready cause you are gonna get the biggest, hottest daddy load...fuck, fuck, fuck.' The huge cum cannon filled my throat even more when I suddenly felt the first bullets of nut sauce fly. I managed to swallow as much as I could until I started to gag. He pulled out and started to fist his spewing rod, I pushed my finger up his hole as far as I could and got rewarded with a face full of steaming cum honey. Before he finished his climax he rolled over on his back, pulled me on top of his and our lips found each other. His tongue scoured my mouth find every last drop of his juice all the while pumping against me to drain the last of his juices. He grabbed my ass and ground against me, hard and furious. Which was doing a number on me. `Daddy,' I whispered just before I jammed my tongue in his ear. I got a loud rumble in return. `Daddy, I'm horny again, I gotta bust a nut.' I got another rumble as I start to inch up his prone body. I stopped when the damp, sweat and jizz soaked hair on his belly curled around my now over-sensitive boner. He grabbed my butt and pulled me to him as I ground into his abdomen. He leaned up and sucked in my right tit while fingers twisted and pulled on left tit. Another new experience for me and I went wild fucking his gut. He switched off, just as he bit my left tit I lost it. I pulled back and stroked myself. I blew another healthy geyser in the air. He pulled me to him, mouth on mine as the spasms subsided. He rolled us around and around on his bed. `Baby doll, `he finally said pushing me gently away. `I gotta take a break. And I really need some water.' He got up and started for the hall. I fingered my limp member watching the mounds of his bubble butt. I got up slowly, my legs were almost like jelly, I was totally spent. Down in the kitchen he opened the fridge and handed me a bottle of water. `Do you always have a hair trigger?' He asked my with that wicked grin he cupped my balls. `No, `I replied with a slight edge to my voice. `But I've been fantasizing about for you're a few years and it's just...' I couldn't finish. `You were married for a long time, you go both ways?' `Yeah but I lean towards men. My wife and I rarely had sex after Dugan was born. `He told me matter-of-factly. Then scooped me into my arms and kissed me. `But I can't ever pass up a sweet piece of meat like you.' I looked up at him, somehow hurt by his words. 'Is that what I am, MR. M? A piece of meat to you?' `Never, Danny and you know better than that.' He flicked his tongue around my neck.. `And you're old enough to call me Nate.' He pulled me close, his hands kneading my butt cheeks. `You have the sweetest ass and I can't wait to get my dick up there.' `In your dreams. There is no way I can take that colossal cock up my tight little chute.` I was getting cocky. `So you're only daddy in the bedroom?' `And the living room sofa, then den, the stairs, the kitchen table. This isn't something I want to share with Dug right now.' He held me tighter. `And don't think I won't have your ass before too long. ` `I need to get cleaned up. We both reek of sex, man sex.' `Yeah,' giving me that raunchy leer again, `isn't it great. Give me all kinds of ideas.' His fingers played around my tits. God, he was sexy, handsome and such a smooth talker. `Well, you're son is going to be home soon and I don't think we want him finding us like this.' He didn't say a word just grabbed my hand and led me back upstairs into the bathroom attached to his room. The cool water felt great, his strong hands soaping me up felt even better. As we rinsed off I dropped to my knees and had his soft cock in my mouth. Even flaccid he was big. He yanked me to my feet, beefy arms surrounded me and his lips found mine once more. `Daddy isn't sixteen, he needs a few more hours to recharge.' I loved the guttural crooning in his voice. `I want to spend the night with you.' I told him matter-of-factly. `With Dug in the house? Can't happen yet.' I knew he was right. `Let me thing about it and I'll come up with something. We dressed quietly and went onto the patio to enjoy the cooling evening air. He pulled out a beer and with little reservation offered me one. Dugan came home shortly after that. `He gets beer and I don't?' He asked his dad. `Grab one if you want, I'm in a generous mood. I'm also hungry for Italian, Danny I'll call your mom.' `What happened to him?' Dug asked me. His dad was usually strict on a lot of different levels. `He's usually only this happy when he gets laid. Maybe Mrs. Neilson finally put out for him. I just shrugged and headed out the door for home. Nate picked up me and mom half an hour later after I showered again and changed clothes. We went to our favorite Italian restaurant. Halfway through the meal I felt a nudge in my crotch. We were seated in a booth against the wall and I knew no one would be able to see what was going on underneath. I leaned into the table, my left elbow resting casually on the table and reached under the draped tablecloth to feel a naked foot rubbing my crotch. I pulled my shorts down and tucked them under my balls. The foot pressed into my bared erection. `Again?' Nate said out of the blue. `What?' both Dug and my mom asked. `Sorry, I was thinking about work.' Nate quickly said. `And talking about work, I think I need a break. I was thinking about taking a long weekend next week. I called earlier today and I can get a cabin starting Thursday. You boys interested?' He looked at Dug then me. I tried not to smile, so glib. `Dad, I'd really like to but...' Dug was waffling. `I have plans for next weekend.' My mom cut in. `Yes, I know about your plans. Amy's mother called me to make sure you weren't a psycho. I assured her you were a perfect gentleman so I expect you won't disappoint me.' `I really need to get away. You in with me Danny? Carla, you okay with just the two of us taking off for the a few days?' I could see the glint in his eyes. My dick was dripping and I rubbed the juice around his big toe. `Sure, if mom is okay with it I'm wouldn't mind going to the mountains.' I pressed his heal against my left nut. Half an hour later I was in my room checking my email and cruising some of the porn sites I could access. My IM popped up, a message from BigDickedDaddy. The stream started... `Next weekend your ass has a date with my dick.' `Again?' Really, I'm young, hung and full of cum.' `You can pack a bag but don't plan on wearing any clothes, I want you naked.' `How about a jockstrap?' This time I had the wicked smirk. It was a few minutes before I got a response. `You little imp. Where is it?' `Wrapped around my stiff dick waiting for daddy to tell me when I can beat off and fill it full of hot, young boy cream.' `When I get my hands on you I'm gonna throw you across my lap and spank that pretty whit butt of your until its bright red. Then, I already have the dildo picked out I'm gonna fuck you with until your screaming to empty your nuts. Then I'm gonna fuck your ass. Oh shit, I'm so fucking hard and leaking like crazy. DON'T cum yet. You wanna know what's gonna happen after I fuck your asshole raw and shoot my daddy load up your hole? I woke up with a start, realizing when and where I was. And thought about the banker wearing my boxers sporting a stiff pecker. Not gay my Aunt Fanny. I decided to have some fun with him. I had errands to run and added one more stop, Sports Authority. I bought a new classic white Bike jockstrap. I stopped for lunch and slipped into the men's room at the restaurant to put on the jock. As we got ready for bed that night my other half asked why was I wearing a jock to bed, usually I sleep in the nude. I told him about my adventure at the bank and was going to give the poor guy a special treat. My honey was not only amused but also horny. I felt grow hard against my thigh. We ended the evening my favorite way with him slowly feeding me his fat Italian sausage. I woke late the next morning after one of the best night's sleep in a while. I slipped the jockstrap off my morning wood and pulled out the cum-stained jock from the drawer. I wrapped it around my stiffer. I mauled my balls, pressing the left egg between my fingers. I didn't last more than a few minutes, I was too ready to get off. With one final yank I exploded, my hot cum filled the course pouch. I went to the kitchen and slipped each jockstrap into a plastic baggy. They went into a manila envelope marked with the banker's name as Personal and Confidential. Running errands later that morning I stopped by the bank. Garth wasn't at his desk so I just dropped the envelope and left.