Lunch Break
Friday, around noon, Mark dropped by the house, for lunch or sex, as he frequently does during the week when he is working in the area. This day he was uptight.
I was working in the office.
Mark came in looking hot as usual.
“What is going on with you? You’re not your usual perky self today.” I said.
“I have this new client, and I cannot figure out what this guy wants! Everything I show him he keeps going back and forth on what he wants. I don’t know how much more of this I can take. I am super stressed right now.”
“Is he single? Or is he married?” I said.
“He is married, and his wife is as confusing to talk to as he is! What are you working on?” He said.
“Just checking links on my sites. A customer told me there was a broken one. When I checked, the affiliate company had recently updated their program and did not let anyone know, so the old link was deactivated, and I had to go in and put a new one in, and I’ve now changed it automatically everywhere else I was promoting it.”
“You’ve always been so good with that internet stuff.” He said
“Mark, what can I do to help reduce your stress level? Do you want to listen to the waves on the beach and have a glass of wine? Or did you have something else in mind?”
Mark smiled. “Mm” With that mischievous look on his face, I’d seen many times.
I asked, “How much time do you have until you meet him?”
“I’m meeting him in an hour.” He said.
“Mm,” I said as I stood up and pulled Mark towards me kissing him knowing it’s going to lead to something.
“I’ve got time for this!” Mark said.
My office looks out on the beach, and most of the time, my windows are open. I have a beautiful view of the ocean, Catalina Island offshore, and no one looking in. I keep my desk clear, and there is a lateral file cabinet that also looks out on the beach a couple of feet away under a window.
As I continued kissing Mark, I took his shirt off; I love running my hands through the hair on his chest, licking and sucking his nipples. Mark held me close.
“I love you! I love you so much, and am so glad that you are in my life, Daniel! You make days like this more bearable.”
While we were still standing at my desk, I knelt, unbelted his trousers, and took them off. Mark wears boxer briefs; I could see the outline of his cock waiting for me.
Mark pulled me back up to eye level, wanting to kiss more. I slid my hands down inside his undies and grabbed that cute bubble butt – one cheek in each hand.
“What does Mark want his Danny to do?” I asked.
“Love my cock. Love my cock.” was the answer that came back.
I made my way down his chest, kissing, licking and sucking till I was staring at his cock, hidden only by his boxers.
I began, pulling his boxers down, kissing under his belly button, following the happy trail down; he spread his legs, ran his hand down his cock and gave it a shake (and said in a funny voice Daniel, Daniel) – the kind of shake you give your cock after you take a leak. As Mark held his cock, and I caressed his hand, I began to kiss his cockhead; it is so cute!
Mark’s cockhead, along with Jonathans, is oversized for some reason; Genes, I guess!
I like to begin kissing my man’s cock head and sucking on his balls before he has a full-on erection; this way, I get to feel it grow in my mouth. Both Mark and Jonathan have learned how to control themselves, and they know that I enjoy sucking their cocks in this relaxed position first – it feels so good in my mouth.
By the sound of all the “Ooing and Ahhing,” Mark likes it too.
I learned years ago how to deep throat Jonathans 8 inches and Mark’s 7-inch cock, and I’ve been doing it ever since.
Marks cock is a little thicker and larger in diameter than Jonathans (the difference between a banana and a hotdog). I have trained my lips and throat through the years - they were both eager and very patient with me growing up as I learned to do this.
I began sucking on his balls, one at a time, which he enjoys.
Mark’s scrotum hangs down lower than Jonathans when he is hard, so I like to wrap my hand around his balls often when I am sucking his cock. Sometimes I pull down on it, and he enjoys that.
Right as I was getting started, his phone rang.
“Yes, this is Mark. That will work out fine. 2:30. I’ll see you there.” He said.
“What was that about,” I asked
“My client wants to meet an hour later, which gives us more time. Is that OK? Or am I keeping you from your work?” he asked.
“I’m doing what I was born to do! I have almost finished for the day anyway.”
“I’m going to put some music on.” which I did – a classical mix album.
I just stood back for a moment and looked at my husband, with his hairy chest, his mischievous grin, his beautiful face, his hard nipples, his rock hard cock he was pointing at me – he was smiling and raising his eyebrows, as if to say, “Hello there!”
I took a picture, encrypted it and sent it to Jonathan, which I often did when I was with one of my husbands. Not to make the other one jealous, but to just kind of say, hey we’re here and missing you.
I like to pose my men sometimes. I have a camera that is hooked up to my computer; I sometimes take pictures of my men so that I can enjoy them in various states of arousal, but I am generally conscientious about texting them; sometimes selfies end up on the internet and I don’t want anybody else enjoying my men.
A friend of ours popped up one day on a gay blog we like, in a nude selfie holding his cock – he was mortified. I had told him to be careful of the file-sharing settings in his cloud account, but he didn’t listen.
I gripped Mark’s cock with my right hand and focused just on sucking his cock head. I like to just run my tongue all over his cock. Mark is leaning back on my desk.
I sat in my leather office chair, I can get a different angle on his cock sitting in the chair, plus it can go up or down.
Mark hopped up on my desk, leaning back and spreading his legs, allowing them to rest on my chair, his large scrotum hanging off the front. I raised my chair a bit, grabbed his scrotum hard, and was at a perfect angle to go down completely on his cock, tightening my lips around his thick shaft.
When I eased off of it, Mark was pressing down on it, so it pointed right at me – I laughed and smiled; sometimes I lick his head like an ice cream stick!
Mark, with his left hand, pulled me closer and further down on his cock. I pushed my chair under my desk, allowing me to go down on him easier.
Mark and Jonathan enjoy when I bite down or close my teeth on their cocks.
Due to the skin on the penis being so thin, this can be a delicate procedure, so, when we were younger, I created a soft ring, with a soft-plastic that goes over the cock, that when I sink my teeth into it, doesn’t harm my partners and it is not uncomfortable for me.
The surface on their cocks is kind of silky cotton to feel and the part I sink my teeth into is soft for my teeth, but sturdy enough that it is re-useable – like a teething ring for a baby.
Jonathan only wears a cock ring if we are having an afternoon like today. Mark likes wearing one all the time because he likes the way it feels and puts it on after I blow him in the morning.
I usually start the day, giving one of my husbands a blow job. Often it’s Mark, and sometimes it’s both Mark and Jonathan. I started this in college when Mark was stressed one day about a test, and it relaxed him
We call this thing I created a cozy-ring and have them all over the house, they both keep several in their offices, and we have them in our cars. I even have a patent for it.
I only use this when their cocks are hard, and they will generally let me know when and if they would like me to use it. I use flavored lube.
I gently bite down on his cock as it goes in and out, well not quite out, but you get the idea. Essentially this is like having a hole that gets bigger or smaller. For a cock, it is a tighter sensation, like squeezing into a small space. Mark and Jonathan like how it feels.
“I want to get back on my knees!” I said, and I did
“Daniel, I want to make love to your mouth. I like watching my cock go in and out of your mouth.” He said.
Mark and Jonathan had always been very gentle with me whether I was using my mouth, or they were using my bum.
If you are going to be in a committed relationship, you must know that you can trust each other; that means we all have 24/7/365 day access to each other’s bodies.
“Do you want me to wear cozy-ring or not?” I asked.
“Wear it for a minute.” He said.
I slid the cozy-ring down his shaft, put his cock in my mouth, bit down on it gently and Mark very gently held each side of my head and began to gently pull my head towards him, sliding his cock deeper into my hungry mouth, all while I was biting down on the cozy-ring.
As his speed slowly increased, he would tell me to bite down harder, and I would comply.
As he was getting closer to climax, he pulled his cock out of my mouth, took the cozy ring off and quickly inserted his cock back in my mouth and continued his back and forth movements, slowly increasing the speed.
I grabbed his bubble-butt and took over, tightening my lips around his cock; with one last tightening grip of my mouth around his shaft, I took my mouth all the way down to the base of his shaft and felt the explosion of his cum shooting down my throat.
I slowly pulled it out of my mouth and Mark as he sometimes does, shot more of his cum, all over my face – laughing and allowing me to put it back into my mouth.
Mark, knelt and licked it off my face; placing some on his nipples and lips, which I kissed. Mark leaned back gently, and I licked cum off his nipples; he fell back on the floor, lying back, and I went after that cock again. It needed to rest for a bit.
