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On the Board 4
By Emile, 2010
Usual caveats apply.
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Back in the office, Cam quietly stashed his camping gear in a corner, and went back to his desk, anxious to get some real work done. His arse was still aching from the dong that had been churning inside the whole time sucking in the supplies shop, and in the jerking cab ride home. At least the kid had given him a new duffle bag after he shot his load down Cam's throat, so when he got into the lobby, he'd quietly ducked into the executive bathroom, locked the door and eased out the rubber invader, wrapped it in a hand towel and stashed it into the bag. He even snuck a look at his hole in the mirror, and was shocked to see how gaping and red it had become, winking back at him as it tried vainly to close. These sick fuckers had permanently stretched his hole! He felt so dirty and abused, there wasn't a part of his body that someone hadn't touched. He stripped down the rest of his suit, folding it carefully, and finally eased his horsecock out of the constraining black jock. It was foul. He stood there naked, conflicted, once so proud of his handsome body, it now also reflected back at him like a big neon target for abuse. He slipped into the shower, turned the water as hot as he could comfortably go, and began scrubbing himself under the scalding water, willing the filth off his beautiful body.
Sure enough, after a few minutes the shower did feel like it was stripping off some of the manbait that encrusted him. But then, just as he began relaxing into the water, he heard a scraping sound outside. He looked through the mist, to see the lock turning, Fred slipping inside, and locking the door behind. The executive bathroom was luxurious for one person, but felt cramped for two, and Fred was only inches from Cam's head poking out of the shower. "What the fuck..." Cam began, but Fred just shook his head softly, slipping off the armstrap of his dungarees as he did so. "Mr Miner - he asked me to keep watch for when you came back." He slipped down the other armstrap, letting the dungarees fall to the ground. His tightly muscled body was still shiny with mansweat, and his thick tool bobbed from unrelieved tension, like Cam's. "Uh, he said first you gotta show me Julio's workout ... um I'm not sure what that means..." But Cam knew. He turned off the water and steppd out of the cubicle. The space was much too small, but he got down onto his arse on the tiles. "Look man" he began "I just gotta do some exercises, and you need to spot me. Like push ups and sit ups and shit. Only, like you keep naked, and squat down real close..." Fred got the idea pretty quick - there was barely room for the two of them as it was - and there was no way of Cam getting away from Fred's dangling ballbag as be pressed and bobbed and got hot and sweaty again. All the friction and closeness was obviously turning Fred on something fierce, by the end of the workout his boner was iron hard and dripping, spattering flecks of precum on Cam's face every time he sat up with his arms behind his head.
He was bushed, but as he staggered to his feet, Fred made no move to leave. "Uh, that wasn't it Mr Cross." Fred's heavy dork bobbing up and down, still leaking. "He said, um, he said you were a... well, his word was um ... dickwhore ...now, and that I should train you in taking dick if you snuck off or anything..." Cam still stood there, naked and wet, in disbelief, as the young kid stepped forward, his hardening dick in hand. "He said I could ... well that I should fuck you standing, with your leg in the air, like a dog. Um, and... sorry but ... he said he knows how young and horny I am ... um, and that I shouldn't worry about being rough.... well ... that I should fuck hard..." Fred had placed the palm of his hand under Cam's thigh and was lifting, guiding his blunt leaking dickhead towards Cam's tender hole as he talked. He was rock hard - he'd turned himself on telling Cam how rough and dirty he was going to fuck him... "Mr Cross, you gonna have to hold your leg up like this with one hand" he said, more boldly now, his breath becoming ragged as he pierced Cam's sphincter. "and you gotta jerk off too with your other hand.
As he plunged in, he hesitated, reaching around to the back pocket of his dungarees, and pulling out an expensive video phone. One of Will's, Cam realised, as Fred leaned forward, his greasy stalk sliding forcefully further in as he added pressure, and placed the phone on the basin, screen facing out towards them. A blinking red light told Cam they were being watched. Gently turning Cam, so his half buried cocktube was side on to the camera, he grunted as he pushed in hard. "Sorry Mr Cross, we got to do this jus' until he is happy with the picture, and then he will call me to stop. Only ...uh, I gotta keep fucking you, big strokes, until he does. And, uh, you and me, we not allowed to cum...
After maybe 10 or 20 minutes of skewering Cam on his fat cock so deep that he cried out in pain, each thrust, each jerk of his raw red dick, was agony for the hunky executive. Fred too, was clearly tired and frustrated, his body was slaked with sweat, he grunted from exertion, and he'd become sloppy and careless, every other thrust sending jolts of pain shooting up Cam's hole. Cam jerking off his cock furiously, clenching his teeth trying not to explode, and Fred paused to flick off the water so they could concentrate on the fuck at hand. The sound of the pile driving fuck filled the room without the water to add white noise, and Cam was sure anyone passing would hear them going at it. Well, Fred going at Cam.
Finally, with a moan and a grunt, Fred began thrusting even harder, almost ripping at his arsehole, cursing and jabbing, on the point of orgasm. Cam squeezed his own swollen cock, manipulating the cockhead until it teased his glans to the edge. His arse clamped down on Fred's cock, and they both were only seconds away from shooting. Will's loud voice barking 'STOP RIGHT NOW' from the phone - live all along - was the only thing that shocked them out of splattering the phone with their dickgoop. They'd sprung a little apart at the noise, and now, both cocks quivering with fuckneed, Fred had to gently ease his fat cock out of Cam's slick chute. He held Cam's haunches tightly as he withdrew, and the warm tingle of Fred's skin made Cam's own overstimulated dork twitch and drool hard, burning with churning preblast chemistry. Slowly, their breath slowed, heavy chests heaving in unison with their dicks, milky drool coating both their feet with lubricating fucksauce.
'NOW,' Will's voice came over the line 'I'M IN THE SECURITY ROOM WITH YOUR FATHER FRED, I THINK YOU BOTH SHOULD COME HERE AND TALK TO US...' Fred was ashen, humiliated. 'OH, AND BOYS, JUST WEAR YOUR PANTS, WILL YOU, YOU LOOK LIKE YOU NEED TO COOL OFF...'
Deeply embarrassed, Fred pulled up his dungarees as best he could, careful to leave off the shoulderstraps and tee, his slick dick tenting the front and rubbing against the harsh material. Cam too pulled on his expensive slacks, leaving slimy trails on the fabric, hs plum dickhead jutting out against his thigh. He grabbed all the loose clothing and thick arse-ripping invader, shoved them all in the backpack and hauled it over his shoulder - both of them hustling as quick as they could across the crowded lobby, heads down to avoid the obvious looks - and to the security room on the far side. They were still covered in funky sweat, clinging to their pecs, lathered on their backs, plus there was still dripping spew from Cam's raped cunthole, and his own jizz dripping from his dork.
When they entered the security room, the burly guard smirked, before discretely backing into his lunch room with a nod from Will. It was just the four of them now - father, son, father-in-law and son-in-law. Fred and Cam were both feeling intensely humiliated, made worse by the looping track of Fred's fucking on the big screen in front of them, just below the one-way glass that exposed the lobby to their view. "Lorenzo" Will brayed, clapping Fred's downcast father on the back - "you should be proud of such a stallion son!" Lorenzo just shuffled his feet, mumbling "Frederico, puto..." "Ah well, Cam is technically the hired hole, and you should be proud, he is the fucker, there is no shame in that. Every man needs his bitch, and Fred here is very lucky. We should be toasting this blossoming engagement - Fred and Cam, stud and his cunthole..." Both Fred and Cam were even more uncomfortable from this, made worse by their still twitching cocks - fucklust, dirty talk and prostitution all mixed into one. "Sam, SAM, bring out some champagne, this calls for a toast!" The guard came back in instantly from just behind the door where he'd been listening, barely hiding his contempt. "I only got beer Mr Miner" he said, but Will was unperturbed, and took a fresh cold can, embracing Lorenzo's shoulder again, pointing them out as if he'd just sold a prize stallion. In his glee, he tossed the can up in the air once or twice, before popping the ring for a toast. In a poorly disguised 'accident', the beer spurted out the can, coating Fred's slick chest with the alcohol, soaking him and leaching down into his grungy pubes. "Oh fuck" he exclaimed in mock horror, grabbing Cam's head and forcing him down towards Fred's body - "you better suck it all off before it soaks in". Beer was still flowing out of the can and on to the back of Cam's head, as he was forced to drag down his dungarees to mid-thigh, lap at Fred's washboard stomach, chow down on his engorged arse-slicked throbbing stalk, and suck the beer right out of his wiry crotch. The spectacle, now in front of the two other men, was intensely worse than before. "Ah, a true marriage" Will added, at the sound of dick slurp.
Cam wasn't sure what Will's sick mind had wanted out of this, but after a few minutes of tonguing Fred's tingling stalk, nose buried in his ballbag, he leaned down and mashed his face into Fred's fucksack, to 'clean him up good'. Mr Miner took notice of the rucksack for the first time. "Ready for camping already Cam?" he quipped, reaching down into the bag as Cam kept munching on the cleft of Fred's legs. He heard a chuckle, and realised with horror that Will had just found, and was pulling out, the enormous dong from the rucksack. "Ah, now here's a thing of beauty. Tell you what Lorenzo, how about you guide that pretty arse of your new son-in-law up a bit, yeah, so he's on his knees - spread wide I think - excellent. Now how about we finish the ceremony with a bit of 'with this ring' business. With his ring, you see. Here, take this, uh, rubber choad, and thread the ring, nice and deep for me. Now remember what I said before Lorenzo, the future happiness of you and your son depend on this happy marriage. So part cheeks and lets push that ring home...
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