Networking Together
This is a story is about my hot buddy at work named Michael. He is so cute. He is an Asian guy. I never had an Asian guy before. He is not your typical swimmers build tall blond guy of course. However, he has that cute impetuous look about him. Very boyish for 36 years of age. We both represent a service team of network specialist for a number of financial firms in the area. Michael was transferred from another district. We went out to have lunch. He looked so hot in his white button down shirt. No undershirt either. I had to do everything to keep from kneading those muscular pecs through that shirt. He was wearing blue cotton Dockers pants. His package nicely profiled in those pants. When he walked his nicely shaped butt filed those Dockers so nicely it was hard not to playfully spank his but through those pants. Which I did occasionally when he would tease me about my work. It was nice warm Friday afternoon. We just finished installing the last hub and router for the new system. He was wearing a white polo shirt, and those cotton Dockers pants again. His nipples would stick out through the soft cotton polo shirt. We were finally finished. We packed up our gear and left the account. We rode together in the same car. I glanced over at him. He had a nice hard-on in his Dockers pants. I had one in my cotton khakis as well. It looked like circus tent with the biggest show on earth going on in my pants. We didn't talk much. Suddenly I felt his hand on my knee. He was gently caressing my leg. His hand moved up to my crotch of my khakis. He massaged the crotch of my khakis till I thought I would cum or crash the car or both. I told him to stop. He did. We got back to our office. No one was there. So we locked the door and continued to feel up each other. I rubbed his chest, as he did mine. My nipples were punching through my shiny blue button down shirt with my blue Reebok T-shirt underneath. He kept rubbing and fondling my package cooking in my khakis. I rubbed his cock through his Dockers pants too. I felt my pre-cum wetting my boxers underneath. It began to penetrate my khakis too. A dark wet stain oozed through them. His pants were wet with pre-cum too. Finally he had enough of this, as had I. He grabbed my button down shirt and ripped it open. Buttons flew everywhere. He tore off all the buttons on my shirt and ripped off the dress shirt like an excited kid on his birthday opening his gifts. Next he tore my Reebok blue T-shirt open and off. He unzipped my khakis and pulled them down, yanked down my boxers next. now I was naked for his eyes only. I wanted him naked too, so I tore open his polo shirt and tore it off his torso completely. Next I kneaded that cock in his pants once more before opening them and yanking them down along with his underwear. We instantly fell to the carpeted floor and gave each other a blow job in a 69. He sucked like a new industrial Hoover Vacuum. I was no slouch either. We were both hard as a steel beam now. I turned Michael over and butt fucked his cute ass like there was no tomorrow. I pounded his ass like a jack hammer. I was sweating a bunch by now. Suddenly my balls let go a huge load of spunk in his asshole. I kept pumping till I fell back exhausted. Michael then pushed my legs up and shoved his man stick up my ass now. Pumping me and fucking me till I thought his cock would punch a hole in my stomach. He finally gasped, stiffened, and shot that stud juice up my now widened hole filling it up. He fell back down on the carpet totally spent. We sat for a while and laughed at what we just did. From that day on, we had been great buddies, and we had been connecting and "networking" ever since.
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