My name is Rob. Its actually short for Robin, but in junior high, I started going by Rob because of the jerks at school who had great fun saying I had a girl's name. Reminding them about Robin Hood was just lost on them.
It was Wednesday of my first week on the job at my new firm, smaller than where I had worked before, but I was a bigger fish in this pond, made a significantly better salary, and had an actual office with walls and windows, even if it didn't have a door. I was eager to show that I was up to this job, and also to get in the swing of things and get up to speed on all of the contracts and accounts that I had inherited with the job. I hoped my natural leadership ability and problem-solving skills would help me mesh with everyone quickly, especially the ones I supervised. Having been under an incompetent, tyranical, arbitrary, micromanaging boss for the past five years, I had more than a few times had my idea implemented only to hear the boss take credit for it and never mention where it came from. I thought it funny that this happened again on the very day I had handed in my resignation, effective in two weeks. My boss had given me a disdainful sneer when I told him, and had made a snide remark that I should enjoy the pay while I could, because the firm I was going to was a loser, and wouldn't be in business much longer. Later I was standing in a colleague's cubicle reviewing a presentation when the boss walked by and was congratulated on the brilliance of a campaign that I had designed and worked on for over six months, and never once did he mention me, but rather said "Yeah, it was a lot of work, but I thought it was the right way to approach it." I swear I don't know what came over me, because I'm really not a glory hog. I guess I was just tired of seeing this butt-kissing, back-stabbing, no-talent hack taking credit for the work that everyone else in the firm did, without ever so much as acknowleging anyone else's contribution, even in the privacy of staff meetings, much less to the clients for whom we did it. I walked out in the corridor and said "Mr. F," (his idea of building comeraderie was to have his underlings call him "Mr. F" instead of his full last name. He said it showed that he was a regular guy and was on friendly terms with all his staff.) "you're right that there was a lot of work put into that campaign, but wouldn't you like to acknowledge the team that actually did that work?" It being his boss that he was talking to, he turned to me and said "Robert, since you've already announced that you're teaming up with a competitor, why don't you go ahead and clean out your desk and get the hell out of my sight. It takes a very small man to be so worried about his own personal recognition in a team atmosphere. To show you that I'm a bigger man than that, I'm going to go ahead and pay you through the end of next week, but I want you out of here within the hour. I'll call payroll and have your check ready when you leave." I replied, "Thank you. I'll be happy for some time off, since I haven't been allowed to take any vacation time in two years. However, I want it noted that I never mentioned myself. A team of 5 people worked on that, and I wasn't the senior on it. You didn't give any credit to anyone on the team." You could have heard a pin drop in the surrounding office.
I realized later that he may very well call my new boss and tell the story from his perspective, but it was done, and regardless of the future outcome, I felt better for having said what I did. Now, however, I was determined to show by my actions that I was not a reckless glory-hound, in case my old boss had called my new boss. Now 6:00 p.m. on Wednesday, the security guard had come by and asked if I was going to be working late, and I had seen the cleaning crew exit the elevator on our floor and go off to another part of the floor to begin cleaning. Most everyone else had gone home, with the exception of my boss. Anthony Christopher was a man in his early forties, about 6 feet tall, trim, but not thin, solid but definitely not fat, with a thick head of curly auburn hair, and a thick, beautiful, luxurious red moustache and full beard. When he had interviewed me, I couldn't help noticing his eyes. Kind, deep, intelligent, eyes of a most amazing vibrant blue that danced and sparkled when he laughed. I saw him laugh more in my interview as we talked than I had ever seen my old boss laugh in the entire time I worked there. I also noticed on a table in his office a couple of framed pictures of kids, looking to be about a fifteen year-old boy and a girl that was maybe twelve or thirteen. I also noticed that there was not a picture of a wife, nor was there a wedding band, so I assumed he was divorced.
About 6:30, I leaned back and stretched and realized I needed a break, and needed to get something for dinner. I opened a drawer of my credenza and took out a good sized black Bjarne sandblast and began to fill it with my favorite tobacco. I finished filling and packing it, and put it to my mouth to check the draw just as my boss stepped into my office. "Umm, they don't allow smoking in this building. Wouldn't want you to get in trouble!" I looked up startled and, I'm sure, blushing and said, "Oh no! I wasn't going to light it inside. I was just about to go grab something for dinner and bring it back so I could look at some more of these contracts. Can I bring you something back with me?" Mr. Christopher thanked me and said no, that he was headed home. "Now don't stay here too late, Rob. Your reputation preceeds you, but even you can't get all of it in your brain in one week! See you tomorrow," he said as he stepped out of my door. "I'm right behind you!" As we waited for the elevator, Mr. Christopher noted that I was not wearing a jacket, and he said "The temperature is dropping outside, you might want your jacket if you're going outside to smoke your pipe." I realized I had not even thought about it, and ran back to my office to get it. As I arrived back flipping the collar down on my tweed sportcoat, I pocketed my pipe.
The elevator arrived and the maintenance crew chief stepped off the elevator. He was about my age, 35, with dark curly hair cut close, a thick but well trimmed goatee and moustache, and a dense forest of black hair peeking up out of the open collar of his shirt, and covering his arms. As he stepped off the elevator, he greeted Mr. Christopher brightly, "Hey Mr. Christopher. Mr. Christopher smiled, shook his hand heartily, and said, "Oscar, I want you to meet Rob Jenkins. He's our newest account manager. Rob, this is Oscar Alvarado, the man who has kept this place in such good shape for ten years now, and he worked with his dad taking care of us for ten years before that. He and his dad own a building maintenance company, but we're lucky enough to be Oscar's personal client." Oscar added, "And my only client! These people take really good care of me, and so I take really good care of them. You've got a great boss and a great place to work! I hope you'll enjoy it here." I replied, "I've already felt more a part of the team here than I ever did before."
Mr. Christopher and I stepped in the elevator and as the door closed, we called mutual "G'nights" between ourselves and Oscar. "That man is a great maintenance supervisor. He knows everything there is to know about this building, its systems and how to take care of anything we've ever needed." The elevator opened in the lobby and we stepped out. I turned to go out the front to walk up the street the two blocks to my favorite sandwich shop. Mr. Christopher turned toward the garage and said "G'night, Rob. See you in the morning." I bid him good night, and as I turned toward the door, I heard him snap his fingers and say, "Dang it." As he stepped back into the elevator he said, "I forgot something."
I got outside the building and down the steps to the courtyard in front of the building and stopped to light my pipe. I did the charring light, inhaling as I drew on the pipe. I snapped my Zippo shut and pulled long and hard on my pipe, inhaling deeply and feeling the intensity of the day beginning to melt out of me as I exhaled a nice thick stream that hung beautifully in the cool, still evening air. I sat down on one of the benches in the courtyard, tamped my pipe and then brought my trusty Zippo to it and began drawing the flame down into the bowl, watching the tobacco glow bright orange. I sat for a moment longer, enjoying the flavor of the tobacco and the relaxation it brought me to smoke my pipe. I took a long, slow, deep draw on the pipe, inhaled and, as I walked down the sidewalk toward the sandwich shop, exhaled two nose jets that surprised me with their thickness. A horn beeped and I looked over to see a Chevy pickup truck approaching, and saw my boss wave as he drove by. I couldn't be sure, and convinced myself that I was imagining things, after I thought I saw a pipe in his right hand as he went by. In the dark, however, I decided it must have been his cell phone or something.
I got my sandwich and drink and when I got off the elevator on my floor, I would have sworn I smelled the rich, sweet aroma of a pipe. I thought, "Nah. It's a non-smoking building. Must just be some kind of air freshener." Still, I looked about hoping to catch a glimpse of someone smoking a pipe. I ate my dinner as I poured over another account, memorizing important facts from the contract, from the information about their campaign, who else was working on it, and where it was in its timeline. As I sat there, I again was tantalized by the rich, sweet smell of someone smoking a pipe. This time, I was sure it wasn't air freshener, because it had more of the smoky component to the smell. Still, when I stepped out into the corridor, I couldn't see anyone, and I couldn't really tell from what direction the smell came. I went back to my desk, closed up the file I was looking at and put it away. I decided to call it a night, taking Mr. Christopher's words to heart that I couldn't learn everything about every file in a week, which had, in fact, been my own personal goal, though not one I had told anyone. I put my jacket on, grabbed my pipe and turned my desk lamp off. As I stepped out of my office, I again smelled the delicious aroma of the pipe tobacco I had smelled twice earlier. This time, I decided I was going to walk around a bit and see if I could figure out where it was coming from. As I got closer to the elevator, the aroma faded, so I turned and walked back toward my office. As I passed my office, the smell got richer and richer, until I passed my boss' door. The smell then began to fade again. "Impossible," I thought. "Even if he does smoke a pipe, and even if he did light it up here before he left the building, the smell wouldn't still be this fresh. I headed toward the elevator to go home. I pressed the call button just as Oscar came around the corner from the back part of the office. He removed a very nice looking brown freehand bent pipe from his mouth and shook my hand. Smoke curled up from the pipe and I smelled the wonderful intoxicating aroma I had smelled earlier. Noting the surprise in my eyes, he smiled and said "I promised Mr. Christopher I'd never do this when anyone else was on the floor, but I kinda forgot you were here. Mr. Christopher caught me once, but was really nice about it and just said to make sure I didn't ever get caught smoking a pipe up here when anyone else was here. You can go ahead and light yours if you want. Looking at his handsome face, his furry arms, his moustache and goatee, and smelling that wonderful aroma, I pulled my pipe out of my pocket and started lighting it. As I was pulling the flame down into my pipe, Oscar puffed on his, producing some very thick, opaque clouds of smoke, and then as I snapped my lighter closed and finished off with a deep pull on my pipe, he said, "That's a nice looking pipe. Nice smelling tobacco too, and you look good lighting it. Looks like you've been doing that a while." I looked up and smiled and said, "I had my first pipe when I was 18. My best friend introduced me to it on my 18th birthday and taught me how to light it and smoke it. That's a nice pipe of yours too, and it smells fantastic. Nice to have another pipe smoker around!" Oscar puffed on his pipe and the sharp hiss told us both that he was down to the bottom. "Looks like you're heading home," he said. "Let me knock this out and refill and I'll walk out with you. I'm done for the evening too." I said ok, as he stepped into the restroom there by the elevator. I stepped in behind him, to relieve myself before going home. He stepped over to a stall and I heard him smack his pipe against his open palm a few times, and then flush the toilet. He walked over to the sink and washed his hands, and then pulled a leather tobacco pouch out of his pocket, unrolled it and began filling his pipe. I finished up, flushed the urinal and stepped to the sink to wash my own hands. As I reached for a paper towel, I watched him in the mirror as he pulled a brass Zippo out of his pocket, lit it and began to pull on his pipe. I stood there riveted to the mirror, aware, with panic, that an erection was growing in my pants as he lit it. I tossed the paper towels into the trash and stepped away from the sink in such a way as to be able to "adjust" as I moved in hopes of hiding the effect it had on me watching him begin the mesmerizing act of lighting his pipe. He produced copious amounts of smoke with each puff, inhaling from the draw every other pull on the pipe, and exhaling through his nose until he pulled the lighter away, snapped it shut and finished a long, slow pull on the pipe. He inhaled, looked at me with an arched eyebrow and exhaled a thick plume of smoke down toward the floor. The smoke moved toward the floor and toward my crotch at the same time. He never took his eyes off of mine, but reached into his pocket, pulled out a tamper, tamped it down, and then exchanged the tamper in his pocket for his lighter. He clicked the lid open as he drew his hand out of his pocket, and I was suddenly aware that I was staring at his hand as it came out of his pocket. Trying to recover myself, I put my pipe in my mouth, and reached into my pocket for my lighter. He began the second light, moving his eyes from the bowl to mine, blinking them softly as he did. As I was about to light mine, he handed me his still lit Zippo, and said "Here you go, man." I took his lighter and pulled deeply on my pipe until I was producing great explosions of smoke from my mouth. I flipped his lighter closed and handed it back to him. Breaking the gaze between us, I said, "I can't get over how rich and wonderful your tobacco smells!" Without a word, he extended his arm offering me his pipe. I took it, offering him mine, and began to puff on his pipe. Even being a very experienced pipe smoker, with more than a dozen pipes of my own, I was surprised that such a large pipe was as light in my jaw as it was. As I inhaled deeply from his pipe, I closed my eyes and sighed, "Mmmmm, man that's good." He puffed on mine and took a long, deep draw on it, and I watched the smoke roll just inside his mouth as he opened it for the inhale. He produced two thick jets of smoke from his nose and said, "Yours is nice and woodsy. A good masculine tobacco." We each took another long draw on each other's pipe before handing them back. "Well, guess we better get out of here before we fill this whole room with smoke!" We laughed and went back to the elevator. As the doors opened and we stepped on, he took his pipe out of his mouth and held it in his hand. "Better take yours out too. I always walk by the security desk downstairs with my pipe in my pocket as I leave, just so the guard doesn't see it. I took my pipe out of my mouth and put it into my sportcoat pocket as the doors closed and we descended. As I turned to go to the garage, he turned toward the street. "Can I give you a ride?" I asked. He smiled, "Oh thanks, man! I appreciate it. It isn't too far."
We walked out into the garage and I pulled my pipe back out of my pocket and returned it to my mouth. It was still lit, but barely. We got to my car, and as we got in, he opened his window about half way and began relighting his pipe. As I started the engine, he snapped the lid closed on his lighter and then handed it to me without a word. I clicked it open and refired my pipe, snapped the lid closed and handed it back to him, saying "Thanks." He took it, his warm hand closing over mine momentarily, and said, "All my life I've loved the sound of a Zippo opening and being snapped shut. It's one of the earliest memories I have of my dad smoking a pipe." "Wow," I said "That's exactly the same memory it brings for me! I even gave my dad a Zippo once for Father's Day, when he had started using matches. I can't stand the smell of them." He chuckled and said "I used to hate the smell of them too, but now I sometimes use pipe matches when I'm at home. They're too much trouble to carry with me." Smoke drifting out of the partially opened windows, we left the parking garage. After enjoying out pipes for the two mile drive to his apartment complex, Oscar pointed to the entrance gate and as I pulled in, he handed me a gate card to open the gate. We drove to the back of the complex, and he got out in front of the last building. "Thanks for the lift, Mr. Jenkins," he said as he got out, and I said, "Oh please! Call me Rob!" He smiled and said, "Ok Rob. See you tomorrow?" "You bet," I called out as he closed the door. As I backed up to leave, I saw him return the pipe to his mouth and take a long draw on it, exhaling it down in front of him, making sure I could see it. I waved and drove off feeling more than just a little bit flushed, excited and nervous all at once.
The next morning, I arrived at work an hour early, because I couldn't stop going over the incredibly erotic memory of my time in the men's room watching Oscar light his pipe, smoking his pipe, watching him smoke my pipe, and I hoped there would be some lingering aroma. I walked into the restroom and as I stood there at the urinal, I detected the faintest scent of pipesmoke, but not anything clear enough that anyone who wasn't trying to smell it would recognize it. I washed up and went to my desk and began looking over another client folder. This one being much more recent than others I had looked at, I was making notes of questions, ideas, suggestions I wanted to ask about at the team meeting later that morning. "Well you're wearing different clothes, so I guess you went home last night!" I looked up and saw Mr. Christopher smiling at me from the doorway into my office. "Mind if I sit?" he asked as he came in and took one of the chairs on the other side of my desk. "Not at all," I replied, and moved out from behind my desk and took the other chair. "Cup of coffee?" I asked, and poured him a cup from the coffee maker I had on my credenza. We sat and chatted for a bit, then he said, "Thanks for the coffee; its the best cup I've had all day!" and headed to his office, and I would swear the smell of that same pipe tobacco lingered after he left.
The day passed quickly, with the questions, comments and suggestions that I made at the team meeting being received enthusiastically and openly. About 5:30, Mr Christopher came back to my office and sat down as he said, "I think the team realized today just how much they had lacked having an experienced leader before today. Of course you saw that they're not all younger than you, but they're all less experienced than you in doing this, and you really showed your talent for thinking through things and making suggestions in a way that doesn't make people feel threatened, or make them feel that you think they're not as smart as you. That's a too rare trait!" To say that I was thrilled with this affirmation would be understating it entirely."You know, Rob, I had a call a couple weeks before you started here from your former boss. He had some pretty negative things to say about you." My heart fell. Was he now putting me on notice that he was going to be watching for me to fuck up? He continued, "I listened and thanked him for reporting such unprofessional behavior to me. Then I hung up and put in a call to my dad, who used to work with him. Did you know that after you said what you did, his boss received emails from everyone in your unit telling him that the situation was not what it appeared? Dad told me lots of stories about your former boss. Let me put your mind at ease right now by telling you that I am not that kind of man. We do our best work around here through the talents of people like you and the rest of your team, and I rely on all of you to have ideas and approaches that make what we do work. I wasn't worried about you even before I called my dad. I knew when I interviewed you that you were the man I wanted."
I sat there at a loss for words. "I don't know quite what to say, Mr. Christopher. Except thank you." He leaned back in his chair and said, "One other thing... call me Tony. Looks like it's you and me closing the place down again tonight. Why don't you come down to my office and let's toast to the beginning of a great relationship." As he went back to his office, I filed away the folder on my desk, grabbed my jacket and stuck my pipe in my pocket for later when I left the building and went down the hall to join Tony. He handed me a glass of scotch and motioned for me to sit in one of the plush, tufted leather chairs in his office. I sat and he walked back over to the cabinet and put the bottle away. I looked over and he turned to face me holding a very large Canadian with a 3" stacked bowl. I sat there with my mouth hanging open as he was lighting. "You think you're the only pipe smoker around here?" he teased with a wink. I laughed out loud and said, "It has become quite clear that I'm not!" Tony laughed and clicked his lighter and began his second light. He watched the flame bouncing in and out of the bowl of his pipe, and the light from the flame lit his face with a golden glow that made his eyes seem to dance. The smoke wafted to me and I inhaled the same rich, wonderful aroma I had smelled the night before with Oscar. "That's such incredible smelling tobacco! I smelled it last night when I got back from getting a sandwich and wondered where it was coming from," I said. Tony arched an eyebrow and said, "But then you found out it was Oscar." I froze inside and hoped I wasn't about to get Oscar in trouble. "Yeah, I ran into him by the elevator as I was leaving. We talked a bit, and actually he let me taste his pipe. He was leaving too, so I gave him a lift home, and enjoyed it all the way to his apartment. The smell was still in my car this morning. What is it?" I asked. Tony picked up a jar of tobacco and handed it to me and said, "Help yourself. You're welcome to some anytime, as long as everyone other than Oscar or me has left. Oscar's the one who introduced me to this blend. It's a house blend from a shop across town." I looked at Tony with surprise and said "I'm a little surprised! I guess I would have expected that you would have been the one introducing Oscar to the pleasure of the briar, since he's younger." Tony inhaled. "Oh I did introduce him to smoking a pipe, and he took to it immediately. He was here one evening and came by my office while I was smoking, and mentioned how nice it smelled and asked if he could try a pipe. He said he'd seen them when he was in here replacing lights one evening. The next week he came by and handed me a pouch of this and said he'd enjoyed my pipe so much he went and bought himself one and several different tobaccos to try, and had just loved this one. We usually spend a little time smoking together each week, and I hope you'll take this as an invitation to join us. He should be here in a little while." I finished filling my pipe and pulled out my Zippo and began the charring light on my pipe, drinking in the wonderful taste of Tony's tobacco. Tony growled a low, soft growl and said "Oscar's not the only one who looks good lighting up."
I stood up and walked over to Tony, and as I put the jar of tobacco down by his rack of pipes, I looked into my new boss' face and said, "No, he's definitely not the only one. Its pretty amazing watching you light yours, too." I puffed on my pipe, enjoying the wonderful flavor of the tobacco, and I drew long and deeply on it and as I pulled the pipe out of my mouth to inhale, a little explosion of smoke popped from my lips and hung in front of my face. Tony surprised me by leaning forward and sucking it right in, just a bare inch from my mouth. He made his wish known by staying right there as I inhaled and as I began to exhale, he moved even closer taking my smoke, his moustache and lips lightly brushing mine as he gobbled the thick delicious smoke. I finished my exhale, amazed that he stayed there and took every bit of it, and he softly laid his lips on mine, laid his hand on the back of my head and kissed me softly, tenderly and slowly. when he broke the kiss, he pulled back and looked deep into my eyes and said "I hope I haven't just made you uncomfortable. I didn't intend that as harassment or taking advantage of you. I've just wanted to kiss you ever since I met you when you came to interview for the job and I smelled a pipe on you." I sighed and laid my hand on his cheek and looking into his beautiful eyes laid his fears to rest. "Not a chance, Tony. I felt a huge attraction to you from the moment you shook my hand at the interview." He said "Let me return the favor," and put his pipe back into his mouth, puffing on it, and I moved in and hovered right above his lips to catch every puff of smoke. He puffed over and over on his pipe, feeding blast after blast into my mouth, and when he began a long deep pull on his pipe, I pulled back and exhaled a thick plume of smoke that he had fed me. He inhaled and pulled me to his lips, opened my mouth with his tongue and began dumping his smoke into me. We kissed deeply, continuing long after we had both expended all of the smoke contained between us, our breath quickening and becoming more urgent. We separated and Tony dove under my chin, kissing, nibbling, licking my neck, becoming more and more insistent. I wrapped my arms around his head, puffing on my pipe and pulling him into me, moaning with delight as I felt his tongue, his moustache, his lips exploring under my chin, all over my neck, up onto my cheeks and my ears. He pulled away roughly and breathing heavily put his pipe back into his mouth and got it going hot and heavy again, inhaling savagely on the end of the longest, deepest hardest draw I'd ever seen a man take from a pipe. He exhaled directly onto me, starting at the neck and moving down my tie. Puffing furiously on my pipe, I reached up and began to remove Tony's tie and then unbuttoned all the way down his shirt, exposing a beautiful, densely furred chest, covered so completely with deep auburn hair that I could barely see his skin beneath it. I pulled his shirttail out of his pants, drew deeply on my pipe, and as I inhaled, grabbed his hand and turned his pipe around and took another deep draw on it. As I inhaled a second time, I pushed his shirt open and held it around behind him as I began kissing, licking and exhaling the smoke onto his right nipple. I ground my nose and face into his chest, rubbing against the dense, soft fur all over his chest and stomach, ending up at his left nipple, where I sucked and kissed and tongued it desperately.
As I straightened up and returned my pipe to my mouth, I reached out and massaged the front of his slacks, feeling a hard, thick penis laying to the side. He pressed forward and ground himself against me. We puffed on our pipes and looked into each others eyes as I continued to explore the length of his shaft through the material of his slacks. Either he was wearing boxers, or he was wearing nothing at all under his slacks, and I had to know which. I took a long deep draw and inhaled from my pipe, and again took his hand and turned his pipe to me, watching him smile with deep pleasure as I drew heavily on his pipe. I turned his hand to put his pipe back in his mouth, knelt quickly in front of him, unzipped his fly and placed my nose and mouth inside his fly, and began to exhale into it. I felt the tickle of hair on my lips and nose, and was overcome with desire as I pushed harder into him, taking my tongue and curling it under his thick, rock-hard cock. I unbuckled his belt, unfastened his waistband, and let his pants slide down, revealing a heavy, thick 9-inch dick, half-covered with a foreskin, gleaming with precum that was oozing from the large, gaping hole in his thick, mushroom head. I took a draw on my pipe, wrapped my hand around his shaft, closed my lips around his head and tongued his hole, exhaling through my nose into his bush. The moan that came from him was a low, gutteral, animal growl, and there was no mistaking that it indicated pleasure. That was all I needed to hear, and I slid down his length, and when his head got to the back of my throat, it slid out of his foreskin and into place down my throat and he let out a cry and drove it home. I held onto his right leg with my left hand and with my right hand I held the hot bowl of my pipe against the back of his left thigh, just under his asscheek. "Oooooh fffffuck, Rob." he moaned, "That feels incredible!" He took my head in his hands and began fucking my mouth, sliding deep into my throat, pressing and holding me deeply impaled on his cock. Tony slid long and slow in and out of my mouth, guiding my head up and down his hard, veiny dick, sliding deep into my throat and then backing out until just his head was in my lips, where I swirled my tongue around his engorged mushroom each time.
I didn't hear anything behind me before I felt a hand caress the middle of my back. As I looked to my right, Oscar squatted down to my right and drew deeply on his pipe. Tony pulled my mouth back onto his cock and Oscar kissed my cheek as Tony continued to stroke in and out of my mouth. Tony's cock felt so good, so hard, so manly invading my throat and I was overcome with lust and drove myself deep onto his cock, all the way until my nose crushed against his abdomen. "Damn!" I heard from Oscar, close to my ear, and as I looked up at Tony from the base of his dick, Tony said to Oscar, "Oh you don't know the half of it, Oscar." I reached my arm around behind Oscar and pulled him close to me and held him there. I pulled off of Tony and turned to Oscar and looked into his eyes as he leaned in to kiss me. His lips pressed lightly against mine, and he melted into a long, slow tender kiss. As we lingered in the kiss, Tony slid his cock into the side of our kiss, and we both went to work bathing and massaging his manhood with our tongues. I reached down and picked up my pipe, which I had laid down during Tony's incredible face-fucking, looked Oscar straight in the eye and lit my zippo and began pulling life to my pipe, making love to it like it was the very essence of the two men with me. Tony stepped out of his pants and he knelt in front of both of us and began kissing Oscar's and then my cheek. "The two hottest men in the building and they're both here in my office! Hell yeah!" I looked into Oscar's eyes and then turned and looked into Tony's face and said, "Yeah, and I get to suck both of them!" Oscar laughed and said, "No, I get to suck both of them!" Tony sighed, I sighed, Oscar sighed, and Tony said, "Stand up here, you two. I want to kiss you both." We kissed for some minutes, caressing each other, completely oblivious to our pipes. Tony put his pipe in my mouth, Oscar handed Tony his pipe, and then took my pipe and put it into his own mouth. "Oscar, give me your Zippo and let's pass it around and get these pipes relit," Tony said. "I told you he'd fit in perfectly with us! Ok you two, the bossman says to get those clothes off!" I looked over at Oscar and then at Tony and said, "There's no one else left that's going to come onto the floor, is there?" "No, we have the building to ourselves. The only cars left in the garage are your two," Oscar said, "and the security guard never comes upstairs unless he gets a call to."
I reached over and began unbuttoning Oscar's shirt, looking with lust at the hair on his chest. Tony pulled my tie off and began unbuttoning my shirt. He slid it off my arms and then he pinched my left nipple as Oscar did the same to my right nipple. "Initiation time, Rob," Oscar said. He unbuckled my belt, opened my pants and let them slide to the floor. Tony unbuckled Oscar's pants and pushed them down. He knelt in front of Oscar and pulled a 10" uncut cock out of Oscar's boxers and began sucking him. I was astounded still to be in such a situation hotter than I could even have dreamed. I put Tony's pipe back in my mouth and puffed deeply on it. Oscar's face was a painting of utter pleasure as Tony worked up and down his dick aggressively. As much as Oscar tried to divide his focus between Tony and me, it was plain to see that Tony was doing something so amazing to him that he could only just hold onto Tony's head and focus all his energy there. I walked over behind Oscar and began puffing Tony's pipe over his shoulder, rubbing and caressing his back, hearing and feeling him whimper as he received the pleasure Tony was giving him. Watching Tony work Oscar's dick so deeply and so thoroughly, I was overcome with desire and knelt down beside Tony. Tony surprised me by pulling off of Oscar quickly, grabbing the back of my head with one hand and propelling me firmly and rapidly down on Oscar's cock, and breathlessly said, "You're not going to believe this cock, Rob. You just can't get enough of it. It’s so damn good."
I immediately found out he wasn't lying. As thick and long as it was, Oscar's dick slid right into place down my throat without gagging me once, but it felt like he was fucking me all the way down to my stomach, and I felt myself holding onto him harder and harder. So urgent was my need for more of Oscar's cock that as I felt more and more desire for Tony's touch, and to smell and taste his pipe, I could only moan and look at Tony as I repeatedly impaled myself all the way to my chin on Oscar. I can only guess that Tony already knew what I was feeling and needing, because he took his pipe from me, put it in his mouth and puffed on it. The smoke petered out and he reached behind him and grabbed Oscar's lighter and began lighting his pipe just inches from my face, bathing my face, my hands, and Oscar's tummy, bush, balls and cock in smoke as he created billowing clouds of opaque pipe smoke. I breathed in as much of the sweet essence of his pipe as I could while continually plowing my face on Oscar's dick.
Oscar finally pulled away from me, leaving me almost panicked wanting more of him, then he stood Tony up and turned him to me. I wrapped my hand around Tony's cock and started to take it down my throat, but Tony said, "Wait man! Lay down over here on the conference table and lay your head back off the edge. Now open up and take your boss man's dick" Oscar knelt beside my head, puffed his pipe to get it going and then inserted the stem into my mouth alongside Tony's cock. He took my hand and put the pipe in it and then stood up and began sucking me. I felt his silky, hot, wet mouth close around me. I thought I was already as hard as I could get, but feeling Oscar's mouth, I thought I would surely split the side of my cock open I was getting so hard. Oscar worked up and down my rod, slobbering and slurping as he worked, and I felt his drool begin to run down between my legs. Either this was Oscar's plan, or he saw his slobber begin running down beside my balls, but at any rate, he began running his long, thick fingers in the drool running down either side of my dick and balls. He got deeper and deeper onto my dick and I realized I had been moaning rhythmically for who knows how long. I was so lost in the incredible feeling of Tony deep fucking my face and Oscar deepthroating my cock that when Oscar's finger slid up inside my hole, it didn't at first register, because it felt like such a perfect extension of what I was already feeling. But when the realization dawned on me that Oscar had put a finger up my ass and was stroking me with it at the same time Tony was stroking my mouth, I began to moan even more. Oscar pulled off of my dick, got on the table between my legs, spread them and began lighting his pipe, puffing his smoke onto my hole.
"Oh shit, Oscar, that's hot!" Tony moaned as he watched Oscar season my hole. Feeling the warmth of his smoke wafting against my hole made me feel like my dick would break it was so hard. Tony pulled his cock out of my mouth and held my head up for me to see Oscar take a long pull on his pipe and then he dove between my cheeks and began teasing my hole open with his tongue. I felt him lap and lick, kiss and suck on my puckered lovetunnel and I moaned and thrashed. Tony got down by the edge of the table and began sucking Oscar. I heard slurping as Tony produced wave after wave of saliva on Oscar's cock. I heard the sound of a final suck as Tony pulled off of Oscar's cock and then Tony said, "Open him up, Oscar!" Oscar practically leapt up onto the table, placed my legs over his shoulders and put his cock in place against my pucker. With a single thrust, Oscar slid up into me, and took my breath away. I looked up at Oscar's face and saw Tony looking down at me over Oscar's shoulder. In Oscar's eyes I saw raw sexual fire, but in Tony's eyes I saw more. As he looked back and forth between Oscar and me, I saw lust, warmth, tenderness, love, excitement...his eyes moving like he didn't know where he wanted to be worse -- anchoring and caressing Oscar, slamming his cock down my throat, or kissing and feeding me smoke. My breathless moans to Oscar to fill me up told Tony what he wanted to know, because he grabbed his big black Canadian, walked over to his counter, got his tobacco, tapped the last ashes out of the Canadian, and began to fill it. When he got it filled, he tamped it down, came over to me and slid his dick into my waiting mouth. As Oscar deep stroked his cock into my ass, it rocked me up and down on Tony's cock, and I heard the unmistakable sound of a Zippo being opened and lit. Tony pulled back so that just his head was in my mouth so that I could look up from under his dick and watch him do the false light on his pipe. He snapped the lighter shut and took a long deep pull on his pipe and slid deep into my face, beginning a good sturdy facial plowing. He and Oscar set up a rhythm in which they both slid out and both slid in at the same time. Tony said, "Tamp me, Oscar." I heard the lighter flip open again and heard the wheel spin, and I knew Tony was doing the second lighting of his pipe. He then picked up my pipe off the table, tamped it with is finger and then placed it in Oscar's mouth and put the flame to it. Oscar drew savagely on my pipe, and the more he drew on it, the harder and deeper I felt him slam into me. I finally heard the lighter snap shut. Tony began plowing my face in the same deep, hard, relentless rhythm that Oscar was giving me up my asshole. I smelled the air thickening with pipe smoke around me, and heard the grunting and groaning, moaning and sighing of these two unbelievably virile, sexy men who were fucking me from opposite ends. I first heard Oscar whimper to which Tony said, "Yeah, Oscar. Come on man, give it to him! Fill his ass up!" Tony slammed his cock down my throat two more savage thrusts, and then pulled out of me and moved quickly behind Oscar. I looked up at them and saw Oscar smoking his pipe furiously as his whimpering and sighing increased. Tony scooted in on the table behind him and reached around him and began pinching both nipples. Oscar reached up, took a huge, desperate draw on my pipe, pulled it out of his mouth as he began almost crying, "Oh man! Oh fuck! Oh, Tony I'm gonna cum in him. Oh Rob, I'm cummin! I'm cummin in you, man! OH! OH! OOOOOHHHH! And just as I thought he was about to finish cumming, the whine left his voice and manly seriousness replaced it as he began pounding me harder and harder and said "I'm breedin' your ass, man. I'm fuckin" breedin" your fuckin' ass. Take it man. Take it all!" Then he began panting and slid deep into me and collapsed on top of me. He laid there panting and then wrapped his arms under me and held me tight.
I felt Tony's hand slide down and his fingers touching where my hole met Oscar's dick. Tony then stuck a finger in Oscar's mouth and then slid his long, thick finger up into my still impaled hole. I felt him sliding his finger slowly in and out of me along the underside of Oscar's cock, and I caught my breath and began whimpering at the amazing feel of it. Oscar slid his still very hard dick out of me and out from between Tony and me. Before I could move, Tony pulled me to himself, placed his head against my very well used asshole. I was amazed to feel how much more he stretched me open, but instead of pain, I felt blinding, searing lust to have this man, my boss, this specimen of pipe smoking masculinity sliding into me on top of the lubrication and sperm his friend had just left there. "Oh fffffffuuuck, Tony. Fuck ME!!! Plow me man!" I looked up and saw him grab Oscar's jaw roughly, pull him to himself and kiss him aggressively. Oscar reached up and grabbed Tony's head roughly and they kissed almost violently for nearly a full minute, all the while, Tony was working up a deeper and harder rhythm. When they broke the kiss, Tony looked deep into Oscar's face and growled, "Baby you got him opened and lubed just perfectly. You're the only other man I've ever felt just wrap around me so perfectly like Rob's doing. Oh Rob, you're so ours, man. You got part of our brand in you and you're gonna get the other part in just a bit!" Oscar kissed Tony on the cheek, puffed a nice fat glob of smoke out right by his Tony's mouth, took a deep inhale, and then came over and laid his lips into mine and began feeding me his smoke. He kissed me deeply and passionately, fucking my mouth with his tongue to the same slow, smoldering thrust Tony was doing up my hole. "Rob, you want some more pipe, man?" I looked up into his eyes and nodded desperately and said breathlessly, "Yeah Oscar. I need it. BAD!" Oscar went over to Tony's counter and picked up a large, beautiful gleaming natural colored bent billiard and the tobacco cannister. He brought them back over to the table and began filling it right next to my face so that I could smell the sweet manly tobacco scent. I reached back and took Oscar's cock and placed it in my mouth as he filled and packed the pipe. As he began the charring light, he began to fuck my throat again, and as he puffed the smoke from lighting the pipe into Tony's open mouth, Tony reached down, pulled my hips into him and began to fuck me with hard, deep strokes that produced a grunt and a sold smack every time he pistoned into me. With each stroke I felt the thick wiry hair of his tummy and abdomen brush me, and felt his bush compact against my ass with each entry. As Oscar saw Tony pick up the aggression of his fucking, he too began to long stroke my mouth and throat, leaning into my chin each time he drove himself into the depths of my gullet. I heard him snap the lighter closed and as Tony rammed into me deep and hard, he bounced Oscar out of my mouth. Oscar bent over me, lifted and held my head and exhaled deeply into my mouth. "Damn, look how he takes that smoke, Oscar!" Tony growled as I inhaled every bit of the smoke Oscar was exhaling into my waiting mouth. He finished and in one swift stroke, slid his cock all the way back down into my mouth stopping with his balls pressed against my lips underneath my nose, resting his thick black bush on my beard. When he slid back out halfway, I exhaled through my nose and was, myself, impressed at how much I was exhaling onto his balls and up into his asscrack. "Here man, let me tamp it." Tony said breathless from the relentless assfucking he was slamming into me. Oscar pulled out of my mouth and held my head up so that I could watch Tony take the pipe from him and tamp it with his thumb. Tony put the pipe back into Oscar's mouth and lit the lighter. Before moving it over Oscar's pipe, he said, "Rob you want to watch him light it, or you want his cock back down your throat?" I moaned, "I want to see him light it, then I want him to feed me some more." Oscar moaned and leaned toward Tony as he began drawing the flame from the lighter Tony held for him. Oscar drew deeply, almost savagely on the big, beautiful briar, getting waves of smoke blasting from his mouth and then finally pulled back from the lighter. Tony snapped it closed and set the base of the lighter on my right nipple. I moaned, "Oh man that feels good. That warm lighter against my tit. Yeah, guys." Oscar put his hand over Tony's and together they moved the lighter to my left nipple, and then down my goodie trail. Tony moved the lighter back up to my nipples and laid it over on its side. It was still very warm, almost uncomfortably hot, and he rubbed each nipple repeatedly. Oscar took Tony's pipe from his mouth and held the hot bowl against my nipples rotating with Tony as he moved the lighter from nipple to nipple. "Oh guys, it's so good. Damn you guys know how to make a man feel wanted!" Tony continued powerfucking me relentlessly and began to growl. It was a low, animal, almost unearthly sound, and Oscar said, "Oh Rob, you're gonna get it now man. When Tony cums, he cums like a fucking firehose. Where you want it man?" As Tony bashed into me harder and harder, jabbing and jamming his cock up me I said, "I waAAnt IIIt uuUUUp mmYYYY aaAAAAsssS, TOOoonYYY." Tony leaned over onto me and began jackhammering me with unbelievable depth and power, making me wonder if there was any end to how much more he could give me. He growled "Good, buddy, because there's no fuckin way I'm pullin this one out. You're gonna get flooded, fucker. You're gonna get flooded right NOW!!! HYAAA! AAAAAAAAHHHHH! FUUUUUUCK I'M CUMMIN UP YOUR ASS BUDDY!!! OH FUCK! OH FUCK! OH FUCK! OOOOOHHHH-OOOOOOOOHHHHH-OOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH FUUUUUUUUUUUUUKKKKKKK." and he collapsed on top of me, his cock still hard as a baseball bat and flexing in me. "God DAMN, Tony, you feel like a baseball bat up my ass. Where the hell did you guys learn to fuck like this?"
Tony started screwing my ass again, still breathing heavily, and said "Oscar and I have practiced our own brand of fucking. Once we discovered we shared a mutual love of pipes and then once we caught each other checking the other's crotch out, we started playing around. One thing led to another and now we've been fucking each other silly for years." Oscar laughed and said "I guess neither one of us imagined there could be anything hotter than fucking each other, but I think we've just added a whole new level. I think we're going to have to have a guys weekend away up at that cabin we rented in Colorado, once, Tony." I had finally regained my breath, as had Tony, although I was still deliriously impaled on his cock. I looked up at both of them and said, "I've never had a man fuck me as long as you just did, Tony, and then stay hard." Oscar nuzzled my neck and said, "Oh, if you want more, he can go for hours. And that's not Viagra, either. That's all Tony. The first time we played, I had his cock up my ass literally all night, and it wasn't until after the fourth time he came that he softened any at all, and not a lot then." Tony leaned down and nibbled my ear, slowly stroking my hole and said, "I love fucking. I love everything about it -- how it feels, how it sounds, how it looks when a man is bouncing on me, how it smells, the heat -- and I can never get too much. But you have to tell me if you need a break." I moaned thinking of him taking his cock out of my ass, not wanting the incredible fullness I felt to stop. Then it hit me. I'd seen it a few times in porn vids, and just watching it made me cum every time. "Guys, will you both fuck me? I mean at the same time. I want both of you in me at the same time." Tony and Oscar both gasped at the same time, and Tony said, "Are you sure Rob? Are you absolutely sure? It's something we've both fantasized and talked about, but I don't think I ever really thought we would." Oscar continued his thought, "But if you're sure, you bet your ass." I looked from Oscar to Tony and said, "Hell yeah, I'm serious guys."
Tony pushed up to get off of me, taking time to pound me with a few hard rams. He went over and laid back in one of the leather chairs, and I followed like an exuberant puppy. I straddled his legs and lowered myself until I felt his enormous head squishing against my well stretched hole again. Tony reached out and put his hands on my hips as I shoved myself all the way down his dick. I leaned forward and pounded myself on him for a few strokes until Oscar was standing behind me, and I felt his lubricated cock thump against my back. Tony reached out and said "Ok, lean into me now." I melted into Tony's arms and our lips met in a long passionate kiss. As I felt his tongue caressing my mouth, and felt his hands pulling my head into him, I felt Oscar slide a finger up inside me beside Tony's cock. Tony let out a moan while holding me in the kiss, and I whimpered and felt a shiver go up my back. Goose bumps broke out all over me and I moved my ass down on Oscar's finger and broke the kiss long enough to moan "Oh yeah, Oscar, gimme more of that" He finger fucked me with one hand and I heard the lube on his cock squishing as he jacked on it, getting it hardened to its full beautiful length and girth. "Ok, baby, here it comes," he whispered over my shoulder, and I felt his head push against my hole and Tony's monster meat. As soon as it touched his cock, Tony let out a growl and pulled me close and held me. My mouth melted into Tony's as he held me close and wrapped me in his arms. As I felt Oscar's cock begin to slide up into my fuckhole, I caught my breath. It felt like he was going to rip me in two. "Easy, easy tiger." Tony said, breaking our kiss, "Nice and slow, nice and slow. Yeah. Yeah, buddy. Yeeeeaaaahh man!" It felt like Oscar had already pushed eight inches of his cock up my ass when he said, "Almost there, baby. Just a little bit more." Tony reached over on to the floor and picked up his pants and reached into the pocket and came out with a bottle of poppers, which he opened and held under my nose. When Oscar got all of his cock up my ass, he stopped and flexed is penis inside me. I felt his shaft thicken, and I felt Tony flex his penis inside me and felt his shaft thicken. They went back and forth flexing against each other inside me, while my hole adjusted and got used to the intense feeling of having two big, manly cocks buried up my asshole. When the poppers hit my head, I felt a wave of complete, savage lust wash over me, and I began fucking myself hard on Tony and Oscar's hard cocks. I reached over and grabbed the lighter, bent forward and applied the fire to Tony's pipe, then to my own. Oscar returned his pipe to his mouth and leaned forward, dangling his pipe over my shoulder. I held the lighter to his briar and felt the heat on the side of my face as he puffed it to new life. Tony puffed furiously on his pipe as I rode up and down on him and Oscar. I took a deep draw and inhaled, exhaling down onto Tony's furry belly. I felt Oscar's growl inside me as he thrust to meet my sliding, then he turned my head to the right and fed me a thick load of smoke from his pipe. Oscar reached down and locked arms with Tony, pressing me tightly between them. "Oh guys," I moaned, "I've never felt anything so amazing, and I don't want it to end!" Oscar straightened back up and took hold of my shoulders. He began to shove me roughly down on the two marvelous instruments of manhood that were ravishing me, and as he did, Tony's eyes began to burn with wild lust. He began pistoning me deep and hard, the room resounding with a solid "WHACK" every time his groin slammed against my ass, and his puffs began coming more quickly. His breath began to speed up and he began whimpering. As he heard Tony reacting, Oscar too picked up the pace and fervor of his stroking. "Rob you have the most amazing ass," he said breathlessly and began pounding me even more desperately. Tony cried out and as I felt him swell inside me, he began roaring and I felt him begin to dump a second drenching of his seed inside me. As Oscar felt Tony's slick manjuice begin to coat his cock, he began growling, punctuated by his slams up me, and said "I'm cumming! I'm cumming! I'm cumming, I'm cumming, I'm cumming, I'm cumming, I'm cumming....Oh FUCK I'm cumming guys." They both continued sliding in out of me in opposite directions - Tony sliding back as Oscar drove in, and then stuffing himself deep into me as Oscar pulled back. As the intensity of cumming began to die down, they both slid deep into me and held me impaled on their cocks. I felt Oscar begin to soften, and he slowly slid back and let his head come out of me with a squishy pop. Tony looked at me and smiled as he said "Your turn, Rob. I want it all over my chest, buddy." Showing no signs of softening, he began a relentless powerfuck anew, and I felt my balls begin to boil. Oscar leaned over my shoulder, puffing his pipe, tamped my pipe and then began to pinch my nipples. He held the bottle of poppers under my nose again, and this pushed me over the edge and I began to bellow, making noises I'd never made before as I began cumming on Tony. My first shot flew up and over Tony's head, landing atop the back of the leather chair on which we were making love. "DAMN Rob," Oscar shouted, as I continued shooting, hitting Tony under the chin, across his face, and then totally soaking his chest and stomach. Tony's eyes widened then rolled back in his head as my ass clenched like never before with each shot I produced. Tony began moaning again, and said "Oh FUCK Rob, you're gonna make me shoot again. Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck. OHHH FUKKKKK!!!!" The more I shot, the more it felt like I had in me to shoot, and I began fucking myself with hard, fast, short strokes impaled all the way down on Tony. After what seemed like a full minute, I finally stopped shooting, caught my breath and Oscar grabbed my pipe from my mouth as I collapsed on top of Tony. All three of us were breathing hard as Oscar leaned down and wrapped his arms around both Tony and me.
I'm not sure who was the first to start giggling, but the three of us began to laugh and the release and exhaustion of such totally satisfying sex overtook us and we laughed until we were holding our sides and panting for breath. Oscar finally stood up and I worked my legs around behind myself so that I could stand up. The feeling of Tony's cock, still quite hard and quite large, moving down my hole as I stood up and then the pop as it slipped out made me giggle again until I looked down at Tony's cock. "DAMN!" I exclaimed, and Oscar looked down at Tony's beautiful instrument and said, "Oh Tony! Look at that!" Tony leaned forward in the chair and looked down at his cock which was totally covered and dripping with his and Oscar's cum. I turned around and kissed Oscar and then bent over and sucked his cock into my mouth, wiggling my ass at Tony. He took the bait, stood up and with one swift, hard stroke slid his cum-slicked cock back up my ass. He grabbed my hips and slammed it into me again, jackhammering my well-fucked hole. This time it only took about fifteen seconds before he began to breathe heavily and said "Oh Rob, here it comes again. Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh, oh, oh. Summoning the last of my strength, I tried as hard as I could to clamp my hole around Tony. He let out a cry and then bounced me off of his cock into Oscar's arms. I stood up and the two of them sandwiched me between them for a tight, hard hug. I turned my head and kissed Tony deeply. "Thanks, boss! That's the best bonus I could ever imagine!" Tony chuckled and Oscar said "Bonus hell! That's incentive pay!" Tony produced some towels from a drawer in his credenza, and we clenaned each other up. Tony said "Whooo! Man, I'm starving! Let’s go get some dinner!" Oscar and I eagerly agreed. We each refilled a pipe to take with us, and as we walked to the elevator, Tony said from behind me, "Rob, you're walkin’ funny man. What happened?" I turned to see him and Oscar grinning as we got to the elevator, and I said, "Oh, I've just been riding a couple of fine stallions. Say, after dinner, how about we go back to my place for dessert...or something."
