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Here comes Mr. Belote, my boss, in my door, sitting down in a chair as if he owned the building. Regardless of the number of times that I see this man (which has been more frequent since my promotion to prosecutor in the Violent Crimes Unit), I am still stunned by the attractiveness of this older man. Mr. Belote is about 46, dark brown hair with an occasional grey or two, always dressed in a new suit from some specialty shop at the harbor, and wearing dress shirts that are one size too small, showing his built arms under the stretched material. I actually heard one of the female summer law clerks talking about him in the law library. She said that she would do anything to have sex with Mr. Belote. Unfortunately, this is not the White House, so Ms. Intern didn't have a shot. Also Mr. Belote is married to an equally attractive women and has been for fifteen years. Mr. Belote's visit is in regards to training a new Assistant State's Attorney for my vacant position. Not tooting my own horn (which I can't do), I am the best trial attorney in the office so it is natural for me to train the next person in the fine art of criminal prosecution. "Send him or her up to my office when they arrive and I was show him or her the ropes," I said. And with that Mr. Belote was off to lunch with some high powered political man about the re-election that was up and coming. Finally at 12:30, my secretary buzzed me indicating that the new person was here. "Send him in," I said. The door opened, "I will be right with you," I said without looking up as I finished a memorandum in support of a motion in of mine. Closing the file, I finally looked up to see him sitting in a chair across my desk. I was speechles--and for a trial lawyer to be speechless, it has to be amazing. My boyfriend Rick is handsome and muscular. Toby and Danny, the two brothers we often have sex with, are handsome, hairy, and fit. Rick is a cop, Toby is the restaurant owner, and Danny a banker (read other stories to get the background). But the guy sitting across from me should not be a lawyer but rather a model, absolutely gorgeous. He is my age ... maybe 25 ... 5'10, 160, broad shoulders, dark hair, chiseled face, and not a hair out of place. This guy looks like Dylan McDermott from the television show "The Practice." I wondered if he has a hairy toned chest like Dylan McDermott ... and as you all know, a hairy chest is a big turn on for me. And obviously this man was running late this morning because he forgot to shave his 5 o'clock shadow ... yummy. "Eric LeBlanc," I finally got out. "Matthew Davis ... or Matt." His hand extended across my desk, a flash of gold, and hope dies. This man is married ... the gold ring of death on his finger. Oh well ... I guess that I will be masturbating this week. Rick is on some training for two more weeks somewhere in California. Danny and Toby are off visiting their parents in Greensboro, N.C. And I was in Baltimore all by myself for two more weeks. I finally snapped out of my daze, figuring that it was work time. I offered to give Matt a tour of the State's Attorney's Office in Baltimore City. As we walked through the offices, cubicles, and secretary desks, I could smell his cologne. I breathed in deeply, smelling Drakkar, wondering what his T-shirt smells like when he changes after work. Does it have a natural sexual smell of manliness, does it smell like sweat from his hot skin pressing against his shirt, or does it still smell like Drakkar? I guess only his wife knows. He is a nice guy, very polite, very well dressed, and very friendly. I finally ended the tour at his office, telling him that he was welcomed to redecorate, put pictures of his wife and children up, and rearrange the furniture. "I think that I will but I don't have children nor a wife so I don't have the traditional family pictures. My wife died when we were both 18, and in the 7 years, I haven't remarried," he said. "Oh, I'm sorry to hear that." And with that, I offered to take him to lunch somewhere in Baltimore. We opted for Planet Hollywood which just opened up. We talked about our legal careers and personal lives and such. A week has passed since Matt joined the legal prosecuting team. Matt is a fine addition to the legal staff here... not only is he talented but also a beautiful thing to look at. Most of the women forgot about Mr. Belote and even me; they are drooling all over Matt Davis, the new stud of the office. There were all ready rumors that he has slept with a female prosecutor, a female prosecutor that I had slept with a few years ago. She is a good fuck but I wanted to tell Matt that I can suck dick better than she can, and that I also get fucked better than she does. But he is straight ... It's Tuesday and I'm working late. Ms. Mallon, my secretary, left for the day. A knock on my door and door ajars slightly. In pops Matt's head, asking if he could talk to me. What the hell. He's asking questions about office etiquette and procedures, payroll, and motion filings. I answer all his questions like the experienced lawyer. He finally comes to dress codes. I tell him that during business hours, suit and tie are required. When the office is closed and you are working late, anything goes. Also, if there is no court on Fridays, causal wear is acceptable. With that he says, "So I can loose the tie." Sliding the knot undone, he reaches up and unbuttons the top button of his dark grey dress shirt, revealing that he was not wearing a T-shirt, and revealing that he indeed is hairy like Dylan McDermott. "Do you want to go grab something to eat," he says, "Unless you have to go home to your wife or girlfriend." "I would love to get something to eat and no I don't have a girlfriend nor a wife." Off we go in his black Honda Prelude ... this guy has taste in clothes and cars, surely attracting young girls hoping to be able to have Matt stick his cock inside of them. Boy did I know how they felt. He takes me to "The Green Turtle" to eat some of their steamed shrimp special. The whole time there, I sit and watch this hunk licking his thick fingers, using his tongue to get the old bay off. But the old bay wasn't the only thing that was getting off. I am rock hard under the wooden table, trying to get a peak down Matt's shirt as he peels his shrimp. His chest hair is dark and curled up in little clumps, almost like a studly black guy's chest. The whole time, Matt is talking about personal things such as partying while in law school, his wife's death, and how he hasn't been able to get involved with anyone since then. Thinking to myself, I don't understand why this guy hasn't been roped in by some girl since his wife's death, he is a fine looking catch. Surely, my rod was ready. We must have sat there for hours, eating shrimp and drinking beer. On our way out of "The Green Turtle," Mr. Matt apparently had too much to drink. Instead of heading toward his car on Broadway St., he wanted to go to 723 Dance Club. He grabbed me by the arm, pulling me toward the club, "Let's go get us some ass." The next thing I know him and I are in this club scoping for chicks, Matt unaware that he was the one that I wanted to go home with tonight. 723 is packed with college students hoping to hook up. The guys have on their finest muscle shirts, pecs showing through, with silver necklaces and earrings. The girls are decked out in short skirts and half shirts, hoping for some guy to slide his hand up her shirt while grinding her with his hard cock. The place was so crowded that Matt and I made our way to middle and just started dancing. He knew how to shake his body, though I wasn't bad either. Within two minutes Matt wasn't dancing alone. Two girls had started dancing with him. Both dark hair, one wearing short shorts and the other in a loose miniskirt. Watching these girls flirt with Matt just made me hard, my eight inch cock pressing against my Structure boxer briefs. One girl was in front of Matt, rubbing her wet pussy against his left leg while the other girl is behind him, her hands across his shoulder rubbing the exposed chest hair. The girl actually unbuttoned two more buttons without Matt protesting. From where I am dancing, I can see the cleft that is formed between Matt's two well defined tits, a valley of hair it seemed. Matt slowly backed the girl dancing in front of him toward me, indicating that he wanted me to join the three of them dancing. I come up behind the girl, just on the other side of her was Matt, shirt half opened, with another girl behind him, rubbing his half exposed chest with one hand and now untucking his shirt with the other. She was on a mission to get her hands on his bare stomach if not more. All of a sudden, Matt's right hand comes around the girl in front of him and grabs my waist. He gives a slight tug on my waist, pulling me close into the girl. Apparently she could feel the hardened cock, which was aching for Matt, against her ass, her hands flying back into my crotch. Matt winks over her shoulder, placing his hand on hers, guiding it onto my cock. Matt was actually getting this girl to rub my cock, not afraid to touch it himself. The whole time that my cock was being rubbed by her, I stared into his eyes hoping that he would get the message ... but he didn't. Within five minutes, he had invited Melanie and Judi back to his place in Fells Point, a short walk from the club. Now how the hell was I to get home or back to work. But Matt insists that I come back with him. I'm sure that he wants to fuck either one girl or maybe even both, making me watch television in the other room. Great, what a fucking night. But what is ahead of me, I would never had guessed. We enter Matt's apartment, Melanie and Judi both, kissing on Matt, running their hands on his completely unbuttoned shirt. I can see Matt's full upper body. His chest is well defined, nipples are a light pink, placed low on his man tits. His abs are not a six pack, but on its way to becoming one. I could see his Joe Boxer waist band, hiding where the trial of hair goes. These girls wanted his dick but so did I. His place isn't completely unpacked, but his bedroom has a bed. There is no couch and no television. What the hell do I do? Matt walks into his bedroom, the two girls following like puppy dogs. "Come on Eric," he yells. I walk in and both girls have removed their tops, both having nice round pairs of breasts. Melanie is unzipping his pants, Matt standing there with his shirt off. "Join the fun buddy," he says with a wink. Judi walks over to me and begins to remove my dress shirt, licking my Adam's apple with the tongue that has been in Matt's mouth. This gets me harder. "Come here girls, get on the bed," Matt commands. Melanie and Judi are both on the bed removing their last bit of clothing. Matt standing in his Joe boxers and me in my boxer briefs, only two feet from this gorgeous guy I wanted. Looking over at Matt, who is staring at the girls, I can see the outline of his cock, eight inches semi-hard. "Girls, start playing with each other," I say in hopes of getting Matt fully hard. Its working I can see. He slowly approaches the bed, telling me to join the three of them. On the bed, Melanie begins to remove Matt's boxers while Judi removes mine. Four naked people, all beautiful. Matt begins to slowly enter Melanie with his dick, now ten inches rock hard jutting out from a dark bush of pubes. Sitting there watching, I can see the muscles of his broad back and shoulders strain as he finds a rhythm with this whore. I feel a warm mouth around my raging cock, looking down to see that Judi was hungry for dick also. This girl can suck dick, even though I'm better. Matt looks over his shoulder to see that me, his buddy, is well taken care of. Just watching his hard cock sliding into her wet pussy makes me shoot my load in Judi's mouth. I guess my loud moaning made Matt hot, shooting his load into Melanie seconds later. Matt looks back, telling me that Judi needs some attention. Judi lays back on the bed, me positioning myself between her legs. I start to lick her pussy, making her moan just as load as I was. "No, No..." Matt says. "Do it like this." With that Matt was right next to me, his tongue in Judi's crotch, his arm touching my arm, his tongue touching my tongue. I guess that I was showing him lawyering and he was showing me sex. Boy, this turned me on, I began to eat out Judi's crotch with vigor, feeling Matt's tongue right next to mine, his five o'clock shadow rubbing against my face, the sweat off of his biceps getting my forearms wet. "Melanie, come here and suck my friend Eric off." Melanie comes from behind, slides between my legs, under my low hanging nuts and begins to suck. She is better than Judi, making me close my eyes, humping her face with power, my balls slapping her chin. The next thing I know, I feel someone slowly placing their hands on the small of my back, rubbing oil up my straining back muscles. I glance over my shoulder expecting to see Melanie, only to be greeted with the bright white smile of Matt's gorgeous face. He is rubbing oil onto my back, rubbing it deep and hard. His hands slide to the front of my chest, playing with my nipples which were poking through the forest of chest hair. He winks at me, making the dick in Melanie's mouth harder than ever. His hands are massaging my chest while he has his huge cock between Melanie's tits. He was tit fucking her and tit feeling me. His hands slide down to my six pack abs, rubbing it as hard as he can. Within two seconds, after getting the look of approval from me, Matt's hands were rubbing oil onto my ass, feeling the oil leak down my ass crack. This guy wants to fuck me. He presses the tip of his cock against my rim, causing a light moan from me, Melanie still working hard on my cock. I'm tongue fucking Judi, who is laying in front of me, my hands extended behind me, placed on Matt's ass. I could feel the muscles strain as he pushed his big cock into my waiting ass. Instantly I was cumming in Melanie's mouth, her swallowing every bit like it was liquid gold. I guess in the pleasure, I totally forgot about Judi, who was now making out with Melanie. I can feel the warm cum shoot into my ass as Matt is yelling. The foursome which was originally guy girl, guy girl was now guy guy, and girl girl. Matt rolled next to me on the bed. Thirty minutes later, Melanie was on my right while Matt was on my left. Judi was on the other side of Matt. There we were, two naked hot prosecutors, sandwiched in by two whores. In the middle of the night, I turn to face Matt who is sound asleep, watching his heavy hairy chest go up and down, his arms crossed, making his biceps looker bigger than they all ready were. I can feel my cock stir again. I reach my hand out to his face, rubbing his cheek, feeling the thick stubble. He doesn't open his eyes, but his hand reaches toward me, finding a place on my stomach right above my belly button. Matt again finds my waist, pulling me into him, both of our hard cocks against each other. He opens his eyes, and we finally kiss. His tongue finds mine, making love to it, our wet lips smacking each other. My hands find his cock hiding in the sheets, pressed against my body. I lower my mouth to greet it, smelling the sex that exists on his cock, the mixture of my ass, his cum, and Melanie's pussy. Without waking the girls, Matt blew his load into my mouth, which I eagerly feed right back to him. The rest of the night was spent holding each other. I assume that I would enjoy Matt working in the office. But I also can't wait to introduce Matt to my boyfriend Rick. Rick thought that Toby was hot, wait until he meets Matt. That night, all I could think of was a fivesome -- Rick, me, Toby, Danny, and Matt. Forget the decoys of hot girls, between the five of us, we can fuck and suck dick with the best of the girls in fells point.