I had been a little hesitant about finally coming into the office this morning after the relative debauchery of my (somewhat remembered by me) Birthday bash last Wednesday. There were a number of people from work who had never been invited to my place before (and certainly never for a party). But after this last year my feeling has been that everyone really needs a chance to celebrate. I'm sure most adventurous guys my age would agree. I'm just not sure they would necessarily consider stripping down to their underwear (in this case a pair of traditional "tighty whities"), allowing them to get really soaked with water pistols and then having them half-way pulled off by female co-workers using their teeth.
Things had already gotten a little wild beforehand (mainly involving the pool table) but the striptease (followed later by the "Pin the tail on the double "donkeys" hard muscle butts" definitely took things up about 3 notches. OK----ABOUT THAT WET UNDERWEAR. Fortunately, I have the ability to keep my cock pretty damn well under control and never allowed myself to get more than semi-hard. My male model competitor (James) was not so lucky. And even though he was discovered to be most likely over 8 (very thick) inches he quickly started getting too hard and had to quickly cover himself with a large towel. Even though they've been eyeing my bulge for years, and certainly didn't get to see much of my cock "out of pocket" or hard, I think a lot of my co-worker ladies wound up being very pleasantly surprised when confronted with the real deal so closely. It’s not like that wet white underwear (nice as they were - Marine Serre @$140) left very much to the imagination.
I think I must have made a good impression though since I walked in to find not one but five small wrapped packages on my desk. I still haven't opened them since I'm almost afraid to at this stage. I got about a dozen packages delivered to my place on my actual Birthday. 2 were bouquets of flowers, which were really beautiful - but I've never understood why those would be sent to me as Birthday gifts? I'm not dead? I didn't just get out of the hospital? Plus, if I'd left them in my place Snorre would likely just have eaten them. And the last thing I would have needed at my party was a very sick Golden retriever to deal with. So, I hand delivered them (half naked so I could be sure they'd open the door) to two older ladies who live in my building. Most of the packages were from my family (which is a good god damn thing!). A couple were from old fraternity buddies (--who are still hoping to find a much better job at my firm than whatever they currently have). But one, which had no visible return address and contained a card marked only -- "a secret admirer", contained what has to be about my all-time favorite wrist watch??!!!! It's Tag Heuer (of course). But it’s a Carrera from their luxury Porsche collection. It's a $6,000 watch. I would gladly wear one but I would seriously need to worry about it getting stolen (or someone trying to get it from me) constantly when I in the city. I'm working out and in some locker room almost every day, and there is no way in hell I'd ever leave that in a locker. But that "secret admirer" question definitely stayed in my mind for the rest of the Birthday.
Not to mention the fact that my pregnant pussy beast is now driving me CRAZY. She wants to do it again with me -desperate before her pregnancy gets too far. Fortunately for her the exquisite model that James had in mind for me Birthday night ending up having a pussy as tight as a thimble. Before the night was out (after most of the guests had gone home and lots of very serious liquor had been consumed) I certainly remember being on my king-sized bed with her (and James) at about 3:00 a.m. Both James and I had been eating and fingering her out HARD in turn. Keep in mind all 3 of us are now completely naked. Both James and I attempt to impale that gorgeous dripping pussy with no success. She just can't handle either one of us. I'm pretty shocked to hear her ask James to enter in her ass (which is something he apparently loves and is VERY GOOD at). She is unable to handle him that way either. Completely undaunted (to his credit) James hops off the bed and heads toward the hallway.
I hear James call out some guy’s name and in less than a minute some other male model (I didn't know anyone else was even around) comes in the room (completely nude) holding hands with some female (also completely nude) who looks like she just woke up. James tells her to leave and go back to bed. The new guy is a face I certainly recognize from some modeling ads and shoots. He's frankly even much better looking than James although much trimmer and with a very average sized cock (which is quickly getting hard). He asks the model to fuck our impossible pussy princess, which after crawling on the bed and after just a couple of minutes struggle at the entrance he very much manages to do. After about 10 minutes of this I see James start to touch, grope and play with the guy's rapidly thrusting ass. James then gets off the bed again, grabs a small bottle of lube he had in a nearby bag and ultimately starts working lube into the guy’s ass (as he's fucking) with his finger.
Getting close to the 20-minute mark this guy (who also been moaning quite a bit due to James’s finger-work) starts breathing heavier and announces that he's about to cum. James then yells "oh no you're not yet" and then grabbing down with his arms reaches around the guy and actually pulls him up and out of the girl! He jerks him a little sideways and thrusts him face down on the bed, then proceeds to shove his guy into the guys "welcoming!" ass faster than I could have though possible. I say it was welcoming due to the way the guy thrust his ass repeatedly back up in the air as James worked himself in. I was frankly in MOTHERFUCKING SHOCK, not sure what to do. But I was also quite pleasantly inebriated and not so likely to be able to do too much of anything else at the time. I can't even tell you how long it lasted. It may have been five minutes. It may have been 25 minutes. All I know is the guy went perfectly ape shit, practically as bad as my pregnant pussy from a week and a half earlier. The guy acted like he was in 9th and was practically yelling and screaming with pleasure the whole time. It was also VERY obvious that James was and is an EXPERT ass fucker. I was also quite surprised that James came in the guy’s ass. And from the nature of his thrusts, I would judge it had to be a pretty good amount.
After that everyone gladly took showers (or returned to their places just down the hall) and departed. Frankly I was happy to be left alone at the conclusion of my Birthday. With just me, my dog Snorre and lots of leftover party favors! OK- my guys have arrived for our Monday office lunch. Fortunately I didn't have to buy this week.
I have a feeling the conversation might get a little interesting. The big question: Yeah -so I've still saved my load. Who do I ultimately spend it on? I really hope I can get some more info on the possible identity of this secret admirer though!
Things had already gotten a little wild beforehand (mainly involving the pool table) but the striptease (followed later by the "Pin the tail on the double "donkeys" hard muscle butts" definitely took things up about 3 notches. OK----ABOUT THAT WET UNDERWEAR. Fortunately, I have the ability to keep my cock pretty damn well under control and never allowed myself to get more than semi-hard. My male model competitor (James) was not so lucky. And even though he was discovered to be most likely over 8 (very thick) inches he quickly started getting too hard and had to quickly cover himself with a large towel. Even though they've been eyeing my bulge for years, and certainly didn't get to see much of my cock "out of pocket" or hard, I think a lot of my co-worker ladies wound up being very pleasantly surprised when confronted with the real deal so closely. It’s not like that wet white underwear (nice as they were - Marine Serre @$140) left very much to the imagination.
I think I must have made a good impression though since I walked in to find not one but five small wrapped packages on my desk. I still haven't opened them since I'm almost afraid to at this stage. I got about a dozen packages delivered to my place on my actual Birthday. 2 were bouquets of flowers, which were really beautiful - but I've never understood why those would be sent to me as Birthday gifts? I'm not dead? I didn't just get out of the hospital? Plus, if I'd left them in my place Snorre would likely just have eaten them. And the last thing I would have needed at my party was a very sick Golden retriever to deal with. So, I hand delivered them (half naked so I could be sure they'd open the door) to two older ladies who live in my building. Most of the packages were from my family (which is a good god damn thing!). A couple were from old fraternity buddies (--who are still hoping to find a much better job at my firm than whatever they currently have). But one, which had no visible return address and contained a card marked only -- "a secret admirer", contained what has to be about my all-time favorite wrist watch??!!!! It's Tag Heuer (of course). But it’s a Carrera from their luxury Porsche collection. It's a $6,000 watch. I would gladly wear one but I would seriously need to worry about it getting stolen (or someone trying to get it from me) constantly when I in the city. I'm working out and in some locker room almost every day, and there is no way in hell I'd ever leave that in a locker. But that "secret admirer" question definitely stayed in my mind for the rest of the Birthday.
Not to mention the fact that my pregnant pussy beast is now driving me CRAZY. She wants to do it again with me -desperate before her pregnancy gets too far. Fortunately for her the exquisite model that James had in mind for me Birthday night ending up having a pussy as tight as a thimble. Before the night was out (after most of the guests had gone home and lots of very serious liquor had been consumed) I certainly remember being on my king-sized bed with her (and James) at about 3:00 a.m. Both James and I had been eating and fingering her out HARD in turn. Keep in mind all 3 of us are now completely naked. Both James and I attempt to impale that gorgeous dripping pussy with no success. She just can't handle either one of us. I'm pretty shocked to hear her ask James to enter in her ass (which is something he apparently loves and is VERY GOOD at). She is unable to handle him that way either. Completely undaunted (to his credit) James hops off the bed and heads toward the hallway.
I hear James call out some guy’s name and in less than a minute some other male model (I didn't know anyone else was even around) comes in the room (completely nude) holding hands with some female (also completely nude) who looks like she just woke up. James tells her to leave and go back to bed. The new guy is a face I certainly recognize from some modeling ads and shoots. He's frankly even much better looking than James although much trimmer and with a very average sized cock (which is quickly getting hard). He asks the model to fuck our impossible pussy princess, which after crawling on the bed and after just a couple of minutes struggle at the entrance he very much manages to do. After about 10 minutes of this I see James start to touch, grope and play with the guy's rapidly thrusting ass. James then gets off the bed again, grabs a small bottle of lube he had in a nearby bag and ultimately starts working lube into the guy’s ass (as he's fucking) with his finger.
Getting close to the 20-minute mark this guy (who also been moaning quite a bit due to James’s finger-work) starts breathing heavier and announces that he's about to cum. James then yells "oh no you're not yet" and then grabbing down with his arms reaches around the guy and actually pulls him up and out of the girl! He jerks him a little sideways and thrusts him face down on the bed, then proceeds to shove his guy into the guys "welcoming!" ass faster than I could have though possible. I say it was welcoming due to the way the guy thrust his ass repeatedly back up in the air as James worked himself in. I was frankly in MOTHERFUCKING SHOCK, not sure what to do. But I was also quite pleasantly inebriated and not so likely to be able to do too much of anything else at the time. I can't even tell you how long it lasted. It may have been five minutes. It may have been 25 minutes. All I know is the guy went perfectly ape shit, practically as bad as my pregnant pussy from a week and a half earlier. The guy acted like he was in 9th and was practically yelling and screaming with pleasure the whole time. It was also VERY obvious that James was and is an EXPERT ass fucker. I was also quite surprised that James came in the guy’s ass. And from the nature of his thrusts, I would judge it had to be a pretty good amount.
After that everyone gladly took showers (or returned to their places just down the hall) and departed. Frankly I was happy to be left alone at the conclusion of my Birthday. With just me, my dog Snorre and lots of leftover party favors! OK- my guys have arrived for our Monday office lunch. Fortunately I didn't have to buy this week.
I have a feeling the conversation might get a little interesting. The big question: Yeah -so I've still saved my load. Who do I ultimately spend it on? I really hope I can get some more info on the possible identity of this secret admirer though!
