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The very moment I felt a surge of electricity throughout my entire body, and streams of cum left my pulsating cock, the door suddenly opened. I had a firm grip over this twink's mouth to silence his pathetic whimpering, even though I was fairly positive that we were alone at the office. I was wrong. In front of us, me the CEO of the company and this young intern, in a very compromising position, stood David, my friend and co-worker. His eyes were wide open, in an expression of astonishment. While my body froze, I could still feel cum shooting from my dick as I let out one last groan. Dead silence... We all stared at each other for a moment. No one moved. Then, the corner of David's lips lifted. He suddenly had a mischievous smirk on his face.
"Rob, you naughty naughty man."
"David, I know this looks bad, but..."
"I don't think so, buddy. Not at all.", David responded and winked an eye at me.
"Oh my God! I'm so sorry. This is so awkward...", the intern, Brandon, said hysterically. His words were muffled by my hand, which I then removed.
He was completely naked, bent over my desk. My hard dick was still deep inside him. His soft little dick was dangling just above the wooden desk, leaking precum.
"I'm impressed. I've been checking out our newest intern here for a while, but I guess you beat me to it.", David said while entering the room.
"Wha... You mean? What?", I stuttered in disbelief.
"Will you let a friend have a go? I don't mind sloppy seconds.", David said in a deep sultry voice.
David put his hand on his groin and started massaging his cock through his dress pants. He approached us, and lengthened his neck to have a look at the boys stuffed ass.
"I mean, I guess.", I said, still in chock. I took a step back and let my cock slip out of the interns beat up hole. A stream of warm cum poured out of him and onto the floor.
"What the fuck?! Are you serious?", Brandon said in a shaky voice.
"Oh, come on. You want more cock, don't you fag?", David said in a belittling tone.
David took a step to the left, facing the twink, opened his fly, and took out his semihard cock. It was nice and thick.
Brandon didn't hesitate long before he started licking the head of David's cock.
"Yeah, I knew you wanted more. Come on, suck it!", David said. This was a side of David I'd never seen in our ten or so years of friendship.
As the new intern started sucking my co-workers growing dick, I sat down in an armchair and proceeded to enjoy the show. I played with my soft cock, and put my finger to my dickhead which was covered in cum.
After a while, and after several bossy and demeaning remarks from my normally softspoken friend, he went around the desk to access the boy's ass. He squeezed the boy's ass cheeks and shaked his head slowly.
"Perfect ass on this one, Rob.", he said as he put his middle finger in his own mouth, and then put it on the opening of the boy's hole. He pushed his long middle finger inside the warm sloppy boyhole.
"Loose and wet. Love it!" He took his cock in his hand, and guided it to the intern's gaping hole. He entered with ease and began to pound away.
"I'm glad we have a decent office slut, eh buddy!", David half-shouted across the room with a big smile.
I couldn't help but smile back to him. I was hard now, and I was jerking off to the beat of David's thrusts. The three of us were moaning with increasing intensity. David took a firm grip on the office slut's hips as he reached his climax and gave out a manly roar. It turned me on to see my friend so arroused and primal paired with this easy, submissive and smooth boy. I came for the second time, and exhaled loudly.
On my way home from the office, I thought about what had happened. I couldn't believe David had been hiding this beast of a sex monkey in him all this time. He never spoke about sex to me. Maybe he was full on gay and didn't want me to know. Did he thought I would see him differently if he told me? Well, wether he was gay or bi, like I was, the cat was out of the bag now, so to speak. It might even bring us closer together, who knows? Most importantly, I was increadibly lucky. I could've lost my job if David didn't happen to be so happy to join in the fun. We were now partners in crime...
I was leaving the city center of Chicago and was driving closer to the suburb where I lived with my son Albie. We had lived in that house since my ex-wife was pregnant with our first son, Sean, 23 years ago. Sean had moved out a couple of years ago to go study law at Boston University, and Laura, my ex-wife, left a year before that, as soon as we decided to separate. So, now Albie and I were left in our house.
Albie was 19 years old. He had graduated high school, barely, not too long ago. He was never good in school, and finding a job didn't seem to be his strong suit either. I don't know where he got it from, but he had always been quite the troublemaker. When he wasn't talking back, watching garbage on his computer, or avoiding any of his duties, he was playing with his band. He and a few friends had started a rock band, where he played the drums. I guess he was putting his constant teenangsty anger to good use in his agressive drum playing. I know, I sound negative... I would be more supportive of his interest in music if he ever took anything seriously. He didn't do his homework, chores, and when I proposed he take music lessons, he couldn't have been more disinterested.
The complete contrast to my youngest brat was Sean. The ideal son, you might even say. I loved them both equally, of course, but Sean was just so much easier to handle growing up. He did great in school and graduated with top grades, was a great swimmer and got a scholarship to study law and join the swim team at BU. I missed him deeply, but I was glad he was chasing his dreams.
I hadn't told my boys about my bisexuality. I didn't see why they needed to know, and I guess I wasn't sure how they would take it. Maybe I was underestimating them. Although, the fact that I was mostly attracted to boys their age, might just make it worse. So I kept it on the down low. I wasn't planning on dating boys either way, so any of my hookups with boys were none of their business.
My name is Robert by the way, Rob for short. 46 years old, and CEO of a tech company since a few years. I'm from Scandinavian descent, which explains my blonde hair, lean build and scarce body hair. I'm far from a muscle hunk, but I'm pretty happy with my build. I go to the gym a couple of times a week with some buddies.
Well, back to this very peculiar story of mine.
I entered our home, and as per usual, Albie's leather jacket was on the floor. Next to it was a paper bag from a fast food chain, with half of it's ketchup covered content on the floor.
"Albie! Come on, son. Clean up your mess in the hallway!", I shouted as I hung my jacket on the coat hanger.
As I walked towards the living room, I could feel that my cock was still sore, and the slimy head was brushing on my inner thigh. I pushed my hand under my belt and pants to adjust my warm thick cock. My eyes met Albie's who was sitting in the couch with his head turned toward me.
"Dad?! What the heck?"
"Oh come on. I just had to adjust. You know what it's like."
"Haha, yeah I've been there", he said and jokingly put his hand in his beige pajama shorts and moved his hand around exessively, laughing. I could tell he wasn't wearing underwear, as I got a glimpse of the shape of his pecker.
"So, what's up? What are you watching?", I asked, a bit embarrassed.
"Nothing much. Just watching the news.", he answered. "They're still going on about fucking Democrisis, as if they ever had any actual news on it. Just the same God damn arguments over and over."
"Hey, mind your language boy.", I said.
I had to agree with him though. I was sick of hearing about the same thing on the news for the last five years. The democrisis this, and the future of mankind that. Of course, we found ourselves in a critical time in the middle of a crisis, but come on... What? What is democrisis? Have you been living under a rock? You should watch the news once in a while...
Due to increased pollution and non organic agriculture, the world had seen an alarmingly increasing problem with infertility in the female population the last five years in most parts of the world. It was all over the news regularly, with experts discussing the risks for the future of man kind.
Some religious groups claimed it was God's solution to the progressively more sinful and secular modern society, and an irrefutable proof of the oncoming end of the world where the "good godfearing people" would finally be rewarded. The large majority of politicians, experts and average citizens, however, saw it for what it was: a major demographic crisis, hence the "democrisis", and were looking to natural and medical sciences for solutions.
I was of course worried for the future in general and for my sons. Would they be the last generation of men? I was hoping for a miracle, but after some time you just go on living you know. In a weird kind of way, life goes on.
"And please, dearest son, put the garbage from your junk dinner in the trash can. It's all over the floor by the front door.", I said in a stern voice.
I went to my room to unwind and watch a documentary. My phone buzzed in my pocket. David had sent me something. As I opened the message, a video started. Brandon, or the office slut as David had renamed him, was in the video. His watery eyes were fixed on the camera, as his mouth was full with what seemed to be David's girthy cock rapidly pushing in and out of his throat. I could hear deep moans in David's voice, while Brandon was gagging and gasping for air. The video was followed by a message.
"Rob. I had lots of fun tonight. I think it's great that we have even more in common than we knew before. Here's to many more moments like this, and to many conquests! Oh, and the office slut says hi. I think he misses your cock, so I brought him home from the office to console him. Cock hungry boy this one. ;) "
The video, coupled with David's vulgar message, got me rock hard again. I took out my dick and started jacking off. The memory of David's expression as he dominated Brandon's ass, aswell as Brandon's submissive ways, fuelled my lust. But at the moment of climax, after a rather short and efficient wank, the vision of Albie on the couch with his hand in his shorts popped into my head. In an almost reluctant orgasm, I sprayed cum all over my torso with a few jerks of my whole body. What the hell?!
