Date: Wed, 3 Sep 2003 23:47:07 EDT
From: Mnhowler@aol.com
Subject: Businessman's Lunch

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sexual situations and graphic sexual situations between adult men. By
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Businessman's Lunch
by R. A. Swain


Michael and David sat on the bench at the far end of the park across the
street from their office. The bench was on a slight hill along a less than
traversed section of the park, unless you counted the guys in the bushes
occasionally cruising the area. It was lunchtime, and they finished their
dirty water dogs and were kicking back for the next hour until it was time
to return to the office and finish off the afternoon.

"You up for a game?" David asked, running a hand through his curly dark
locks. His blue eyes sparkled with a glint of dangerous fun, as they often
did when he looked at his 26 year-old coworker and playmate.

Michael looked around. The warm sunlight sparkled against his brown
sunglasses, reflecting the light away from his green eyes. "I don't know,
man. The last time we played in the park I got pretty exposed. I'm not as
much of an exhibitionist as you."

David laughed. "That was obvious the night we played strip poker in the
office and were caught by the cleaning guy."

Michael felt his cheeks redden all the way up to his red hairline at the
memory of being caught in his office in his boxers by the cleaning crew
guy. "You were still wearing pants and a shirt," he said. "I was almost
naked."

"The guy was cool with it," David replied. "He even joked about that not
being the strangest thing he's seen. You've got to loosen up a little."

Michael stretched his arms over his head a moment. "Well, we are far enough
into the park."

"Right," David agreed. "And this is mostly a cruising section anyway, so
the only people who might come back this far at this hour are guys like us
anyway.  "

"So what'll it be?" Michael asked.

"Shirts and skins?" David suggested.

Michael looked toward the distant road that could be seen from their
vantage point. "I suppose so. Start now?"

"Yup," David replied.

"Cool, that'll be two on your," Michael responded. He pointed to two men
without shirts jogging by from the left end of the street.

"Luck start," David replied, as Michael reached over and loosened David's
blue and red silk necktie and opened the top button of his crisp white
dress shirt.

"There's one on you," David said. He pointed to a woman jogging past in a
sports halter. He reached over and opened Michael's brown necktie.

The game had been one they began playing from their office window one day a
few weeks after they started working with each other. David was the head of
marketing and development for the small but rising firm, and Michael was
set up as the up and coming graphics man in the company. David was a few
weeks shy of 30 and very much a party guy, something Michael really liked.

They were friends from the first moment they met, and discovered a lot of
common interests including being very competitive. Both men were risk
takers, and enjoyed mild dangers. It was the third week of working together
they discovered their mutual sexual interests and their mutual enjoyment of
control games.  After that, they were inseparable in and out of the office.

"Woohoo!" David said. "Jackpot." He pointed to the group of guys jogging
along the roadside. "Looks like the local track team is gonna win me this
game."

Michael scowled. "Damn." He counted six guys wearing wife beaters, and
three who had shed their shirts. He leaned back as David reached over and
began opening the buttons of his own crisp white dress shirt. The top
button released and the warm late spring air felt good against his
throat. He felt David's fingers fumbling with the second, third, forth, and
then fifth buttons. His shirt was completely opened and David tugged it
open to reveal the red hair of Michael's furry chest.

He fought the feeling of tightness growing in his black slacks and David
moved in for the sixth win, but opening the soft black leather belt around
his waist. "My turn." He said, reaching over and opening the second, third
and forth buttons of David's shirt. He allowed his hand to linger on
David's smooth chest.

"Whoa, two more," David said. He pointed to two stragglers coming up behind
the rest of the joggers. Both wore their team T-shirts. David smiled. "You
know what that means?"

Michael frowned a bit, but secretly yearned for David to collect his
winnings. He felt David's hand on the waist of his pants, and felt the
button open.  Next his felt his zipper being gently pulled down, revealing
his Speedy Gonzalez silk boxers.

David snickered. "I hope you're not speedy today."

"Ha, ha," Michael said. He nervously glanced around. "How far are we taking
this game?"

David glanced at his wristwatch. "We've still got a good 40 minutes of
lunch left, so I'd say we'll go all the way."

Michael sighed and glanced toward the roadway. "Bingo," he said. Two
shirtless guys were jogging along the roadside path. From their vantage
point, Michael and David were safe from the prying eyes of the street
level, but exposed enough to any of the guys who might be lurking in the
bushes.

Michael reached over and opened the last button of David's shirt, spreading
it open to expose David's smooth chest and flat stomach. He next slowly
worked on opening David's belt, allowing his hand to slip lower and grope
the bulge in David's navy blue slacks.

"No fair," David said. "You'll have to win that."

Michael sighed again and looked toward the road. "I'm getting that much
closer," he said. Three men were jogging along, but only one was
shirtless. He reached over to David and undid the button on the waist of
his pants.

"Now it's decision time," David said. "Do I claim your shirt, or slip your
pants to your ankles?"

Michael closed his eyes tightly hoping David would go for his shirt, but
knowing David enjoyed exposing him as much as he enjoyed exposing himself.

"Lift the hips," David whispered, leaning in very close to Michael's ear
and brushing his lips against the lobe. Michael did as he was told, and
felt David 's hands gently tugging his slacks downward until they were to
his knees. He opened his eyes and looked down at his buddy who was now
pushing his trousers over his knees and letting them pool at his
ankles. Michael felt totally exposed and vulnerable. The game was going
David's way, as did most of their games.

"Now my shirt?" Michael asked hopefully.

David smiled wickedly. "If I want to prolong the game a few more minutes, I
could do that," he said. "Or I could strip you of your cute silk boxers and
claim my prize. What would you do if you were in my position?"

Michael knew exactly what he would do. He would strip David of his
underwear and finish the contest. He slowly raised his hips again, closed
his eyes and waited for David to expose him. He felt David's hands slide
over his hairy chest, tweaking his nipples and gently digging into his hard
stomach muscles before they reached the waistband of his boxers. The silk
material was slowly tugged away from his waist and downward.

Michael felt the waistband slid down to his pubic hair, exposing the bright
red bush to the cooler air. Then the waistband scraped along the top of his
semi-hard shaft and over the tip of his cock. He opened his eyes again and
looked adown at David's hands pulling the clothing past his knees and
letting it fall to a pool at his ankles joining his slacks. David then took
his hands and placed one on each of Michael's knees and spread Michael's
legs apart.

He sat back and observed his work before continuing. Michael, he best
friend and coworker was seated before him, as he had been many times
before, with his pants and underwear pooled at his ankles, his legs spread
apart making his hardening cock vulnerable to David's whims, his necktie
loosened, but not opened, hanging around his neck and his white dress shirt
spread wide open revealing his very hairy chest.

"Looks like you lost this one buddy." David said, reaching for Michael's
fully inflated shaft. "Now I'm going to make you cum." He wrapped his left
hand around the long and wide shaft, and began stroking Michael. "Oh yeah,
assume the loser's position."

Michael did as he was told, placing his hands on his head, fingers
interlocked. His eyes darted from the roadway far down the hill, to the
bushes where he could make out the occasional head bobbing up to see the
show, to David's rapidly moving fist caressing his leaking cock. He knew it
would only take a few minutes, but so much could happen in those few
minutes. He kept shifting his eyes from the sight of himself being jerked
off, and kept fighting back the thought of how he was being jerked off in a
public park, albeit in a cruising area rarely frequented by anyone other
than businessmen looking to relieve some stress, knowing thinking about his
predicament would only hasten the inevitable climax.

He also knew what David would do at that moment. The torture of being
exposed by his friend, and the thrill of being exposed by his friend were
overwhelming. He glanced toward the bushes again and saw three men standing
on the edge of the shrub line just watching Michael being stroked to a
climax. He held back as long as he could, but he couldn't hold out more
than a moment before feeling his load work from his balls all the way up
through his shaft and shoot out the tip of his cock.

David grinned and aimed the cock toward the boxer shorts pooled at
Michael's ankles. Shot after shot of hot cum flew out and downward onto his
clothing.  Seven full ribbons of cum coated his boxers as Michael leaned
back and moaned in pleasure. He was sweating and panting from the
excitement of being used and exposed that way.

David glanced at his watch. "Time to get dressed and go back to the
office."

"What about the rest of your prize?" Michael asked.

"Come to my office at six, wearing only your boxers. Make sure you leave
all of your clothes in your office. And have your cock hanging out of the
fly when you arrive. I'll collect the rest of my prize then," David said.

Michael slowly stood up and pulled up his cum filled shorts and pants,
knowing they would be crusty by six. He and David adjusted their clothing
and headed back to the office.


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