This story started many years ago when my best friend and I began to become more inquisitive about sex. We found my friend's father's stash of erotic stories, and we would spend hours reading them. We would read them and head to our own homes, where I would whip my dick out and would jerk off for the rest of the night because it made me so hard. I later found out that my friend did the same.

That was until one rainy day, when we were at my friend's house; his parents were at work, and out came the erotica. He read the first story, which was about a woman who became friendly toward a guy in her gym. She was married, but this younger man was showing her interest. She was excited that a young guy was interested. It went on to tell how she walked out one day with him from the gym and sat in his car to talk. She went into detail about how turned on she was and just how much she wanted him. She decided right then and there she had to have him and sucked his cock right there in the parking lot before going back to his place, where they fucked the afternoon away. It was a hot story to read, and our excitement was evident by the bulge in our shorts.

I read the second story, and it was about a woman who wanted a threesome with her, her husband, and another guy. It provided complete details about the acts they were committing against each other. My cock got even harder after reading both stories, as did my friends.

By the time we finished reading the two stories, I felt like I was going to explode. After some silence, my friend looked at me and asked what I thought about that guy sucking the other guy's cock. I didn't know how to answer because I felt that if I said it was hot, he would think I was gay and tell everyone about it. Before I had a chance to answer, he stated, "You know why can't we do that to each other?"

I hesitated and didn't want to show any emotion of any kind, but deep down, my first thought was of excitement. I was so ready to experience what a blow job would be like; I didn't care who sucked me, but once again, I didn't want to show my hand.

My friend looked at me as seriously as he could be and told me he'd suck me if I sucked him afterwards. He didn't wait for an answer. He moved over to me and knelt in front of me as I sat on the sofa. His hands immediately undid my pants and pushed them down. His hand took hold of my cock and guided it to his mouth as he leaned down and took my cock into his mouth. I closed my eyes and let out a loud moan. There was a memory I would never forget. The feeling of him taking my cock into his mouth was incredible. I was so excited, it didn't take long before I was cumming. He pulled his mouth off my cock and finished me by stroking my cock. It wasn't until some time later that we discovered the enjoyment of feeling a cock explode in our mouths.

I lived up to our agreement and sucked his cock once he made me cum. I have to admit, I never thought of myself as gay or bisexual, but once I had his dick in my mouth, I couldn't stop thinking about it, and we couldn't stop sucking each other. Our experimentation continued to grow. We kept suckng each other's cock's as often as possible, but we soon moved into fucking each other as well. It wasn't until we got some girlfriends that it stopped, but our girlfriends didn't compare to the time we spent together.

When I went off to college, I never forgot those days of fun, and I continued to hook up with other men, whether alone or in a male-male-female threesome. I have identified myself as bisexual ever since and have never been ashamed of my liking of being with other men.

Fast forward to the end of my junior year of college. I was informed that I had been offered a summer internship at a large advertising agency in the city. I was thrilled, as this was a significant positive for my resume and could potentially lead to a job offer.

I spent the last weeks of my school year arranging living arrangements for the summer. Then the big day arrived, my first day. I reported to work and met Mrs. Greene, the intern supervisor. We all spent the morning being shown around and introduced to everyone. In the afternoon, the interns met individually with Mr. James, the company's CEO.

There were eight interns that summer, counting me. In the meeting with Mr. James, I was the last to meet. His meeting with everyone else lasted from ten to twenty minutes, but mine went over an hour. We hit it off. We shared many of the same interests. It helped that I was a student at the University of Tennessee, and a significant advantage was that I was there on a golf scholarship, which he also enjoyed playing.

At the end of our meeting, I heard him tell Mrs. Greene to have me assigned ot his office as his intern. I was both excited and scared hearing that. I was determined to be the best intern they had ever seen, and being assigned to the CEO would allow me to showcase my abilities. However, it could also lead to failure if he was not satisfied with me.

The interns spent the remainder of the day exploring the various departments and their respective responsibilities, so we knew where to go. We were given our assignments at the end of the day, and as expected, I was to report to Mr. James's office.

My first week was very enlightening; I made sure to watch and learn as much as I could. The team was great and made me feel part of it by including me in everything. Mr. James made sure I was. I was loving it all, and since I was new to town, I had nothing to do after work, so I came in early and stayed late, which was noticed by others.

Near the end of the second week, Mr. James asked if I had any plans for Sunday. I told him I did not. He asked if I had my golf clubs with me, and I informed him that I did. He told me he needed a fourth for golf on Sunday and asked if I would be interested. Not only did I want to take advantage of the opportunity to get a round of golf in, but also to spend some one-on-one time with the golf, as it would be a win-win for me. I jumped on the invitation quickly. He was happy that I did and told me our tee time would be at 9:00 AM, and he would send a driver to pick me up. Wow! Sending a driver made me feel important.

On Friday, Mr. James was not in the office, so it was a quiet and relaxing day with not much to do. I spent Saturday lounging around, and I was looking forward to Sunday so I could get out and play some golf. I received a text Saturday night from the car service informing me of the time they will be there to pick me up.

Sunday came, and the car service picked me up, and I met Mr. James at his country club. After we hit some balls at the driving range and practiced on the putting green, we met the rest of our foursome at the first tee. Mr. James introduced me to the others; they were all so friendly and made me feel at ease. As we teed off, things couldn't have been any better for me that day. I was on my game and shot two below par.

At the end of our round, I thanked Mr. James for inviting me and got ready to head home, as I was not a member and didn't want to intrude, feeling I didn't belong there. Mr. James was quick to dismiss that and told me he would have nothing to do with it. He invited me to join the others for lunch and, of course, a few drinks. He and the rest of the guys were great. I felt like I knew them for years by the end of the day. I had such a great time, I was on cloud nine on my way home.

Monday morning came, and Mr. James would tell anyone who would listen how well my golf game was. I loved the attention I was getting from Mr. James, but I was a little embarrassed at the same time. Since that day, I have worked closely with Mr. James. He made me feel like his son, not his intern.

Things got a little tense about a week later as the firm was working to land a big account. It was all hands on deck as we knew Mr James was going to travel to present our proposal. Four days before Mr. James was leaving for his trip, he approached me and asked me to join him. When I questioned it, I told him that others are more qualified than I am. He told me he wanted someone who would help him relax and ease the tension, and I do that for him. Besides, he said, we will take our clubs and play a round or two of golf.

I quickly accepted. How could I resist getting a chance to witness how big-time corporate magnets present their ideas to land a big-time contract, plus getting a chance to play some golf at some premier courses?

We flew in a private jet across the country and checked into an upscale hotel. Mr. James's room was across the hall from mine. We settled in and headed off to get dinner the first night, and then we got a few drinks at the hotel bar before turning in for the night.

We met the next morning for breakfast before we headed off to an early morning meeting with our client. The day went well, and when we returned to the hotel, we changed and headed out for dinner.

After dinner, on the way back to the hotel, Mr. James spotted a bar on our route and decided we should stop for a few drinks. We sat at the bar and ordered a few drinks. As we looked around, we noticed we were in a gay bar. I wasn't sure how Mr. James was going to react, but I was okay with it since it wasn't my first time in such a bar.

I was surprised by how well Mr. James handled being in such an establishment. We sat and had our drinks, getting to know each other as he asked me many different questions about myself and my family. After our second drink, he suggested we head back to the hotel and have a nightcap at the bar there.

Once back at the hotel, Mr. James apologized to me for being in a bar like that. He told me that he hoped I wasn't too uncomfortable. I assured him it was fine with me, and I had no problem with it. I was shocked as he turned to me and asked if I had ever thought about being with another man. A shot of fear shot through my body as I quickly felt that he knew of my bisexuality. I thought to myself, 'Oh my god, is he going to fire me?'

I don't know where it came from, but I felt myself open up to Mr. James and explain my bisexuality to him. He was very attentive as I shared my whole story with him, and he asked me numerous questions about it. He asked me how I knew who could be approached and who could not.

I explained how some are obvious, and you just knew they are into men. Then I explained that some are not that obvious, but you do have a feeling that they are, and then I told him about the group where you are not sure either way, but you wish they were. I went on to say to him, 'You can never be one hundred percent about it all, but sometimes you just have to take that chance to get what you want.'

Mr. James sat quietly after that and finished his drink. He told me he was going to head up to his room. He then leaned closer to me and quietly whispered, 'But if you would like to keep the night going, feel free to move it to my room.' He slid his room key to me. No pressure, but it would be great if you could use it. He then quietly got up, walked out of the bar, and headed to his room.

I finished my drink and headed to my room. I was weighing my options all the way up the elevator. I thought this was a guy who had my career destination in the palm of his hand. I felt that if I went to his room, he might decide he didn't want me around anymore, fearful that I might talk about our night together. But then again, I thought that if I didn't, it might upset him, and I'd be out anyway. 

I thought to myself, 'Let's face it, if Mr. James were in a bar and I came across him, I would definitely like to get some of that.' He is a well-educated, good-looking man, and any man or woman would want to be with him.

I got into my room and undressed. I stood there naked, looking in the mirror, and I mumbled, "Fuck it."

I put on the terry-cloth robe that was hanging in the closet, grabbed the key, and went next door to Mr. James's room. I slowly unlocked the door and walked into the room. Mr. James was lying on the bed in his boxers, watching TV.

I stood at the edge of his bed and asked him, "Are you sure this is what you want?"

He smiled at me and whispered, "More than you know."

I opened my robe and let it fall to the floor. I stood there naked at the edge of the bed for a short time before I crawled next to Mr. James on the bed. My hand was slowly caressing his chest as I leaned in to him and kissed him. Our tongues intertwined in each other's mouths as our kiss became more passionate. As our kiss continued, my hand slid down into Mr. James's boxers as I wrapped my hand around his cock.

I was rather pleased, feeling not only his length, but his girth was also very pleasing. I pushed his boxers down over his hips, and he pushed them the rest of the way off. I wrapped my hand around his cock and slowly started to stroke him. He moaned into my mouth as we kissed harder.

Breaking our kiss, I looked down into Mr. James's eyes and smiled, once again asking if he was sure he wanted this. He nodded his head yes. I started kissing my way down over his chest, stopping at his nipples to kiss and lick them before working my way further down, kissing over his stomach and licking around his navel before going lower. Reaching his hard cock in my hand, my tongue licked around his tip.

Mr. James let out a loud moan as he felt my tongue on his cock, which only echoed my moan as I got the first taste of his pre cum. My hand continues to stroke him, and I move lower and take his balls into my mouth. Sucking on them and flickering my tongue over them as I licked and sucked them. My eyes looked up at him as I sucked those balls, and my hand slid up and down his enormous cock.

Dropping his balls from my mouth, I licked slowly up his shaft, circling my tongue around his bulb before I wrapped my lips around his cock and slowly took him into my mouth. As his dick disappeared into my mouth, our eyes locked together. You can see the pure pleasure in them as my head started to slowly bob up and down on his cock.

As the tempo of my mouth bobbing up and down on him increased, my hand took hold of his balls as I caressed and softly squeezed them. His moans increased, and he would moan out, telling me how fantastic my mouth felt on his cock. That only made me suck him faster.

From his louder moans and the look in his eyes, I could tell he was getting ready to cum. I wanted him. I wanted to taste him, so my lips tightened around his cock as my head slid faster up and down on his cock.

His breathing increased and was labored, and his body started to shiver. His cock swelled in my mouth, and I felt it throb. His body tensed, and when I felt it relax, he let out a loud moan, screaming that he was cummming. As Mr. James's cock throbbed in my mouth, I tightened my lips around his dick and sucked his cock as rope after rope of his thick, creamy cum filled my mouth.

As I sucked the last droplet of cum from Mr. James's cock, he collapsed on the bed, gasping for air. I kept his cock in my mouth until he went totally limp, then, slowly moving up his body, I kissed my way back up until I reached his face. My lips softly kissed his. He looked up at me, smiling. He went on to elaborate that it was even better than he imagined, and he was so glad I accepted his invitation.

I lay next to him on the bed. We had our arms around each other and just savored our closeness. That was until Mr. James moved out of my arms. His hand slides down, taking hold of my hard, aching cock. I let out a moan as I felt his hand take hold of it. He stared at it as his hand caressed it. He looked up at me, looking unsure of himself, and whispered, 'I hope I don't disappoint you.'

Looking deep into his eyes, I whispered, 'Oh, baby, you can't. Just do what you feel comfortable doing.' If it makes you nervous, you don't have to. He smiled at me. Oh no, I need to do this, I want to do this. He then leaned down and licked up and down my shaft. He let out a loud moan as he got his first taste of another man's cock.

It took a few minutes for his comfort level to balance out. When it did, he wrapped his lips around my cock and started to take me in and out of his mouth. I didn't want to freak him out or add any more stress, so I just let him do what he felt comfortable with. His mouth felt so good on my hard cock. It was exciting watching Mr. James suck his first cock. I remember thinking I hoped it was all he expected.

It wasn't much longer, and I felt my cum boiling deep in my loins. My moans became louder, and my body was ready to erupt like an active volcano. Giving Mr. James all the positive feedback I could, I felt my body start to quiver, and I whispered out. "Oh fuck yes, yes, oh god, I'm going to cum."

Not sure what his reaction would be, he took his mouth off my cock and jerked me off as I came hard. Once, when the last droplets of cum, shot from my cock and it was all over his hands and my chest, he looked up at me with a look of despair on his face. He looked down as he whispered, "I'm sorry."

"Sorry," I asked, "sorry about what?" He went on to apologize for not letting me cum in his mouth. He went on to tell me how he was so prepared for it, but when it came down to it, he just wasn't sure and was afraid of what his reaction would have been.

I quickly sat up and took him in my arms, assuring him it was all alright. He needs to take everything at his own pace and enjoy it, rather than stressing out over everything. I went on to tell him how the first few times I sucked another man's cock, I didn't let him cum in my mouth. But when I was comfortable with it, it made it much better, as it would with him. We held each other in our arms and kissed once again. He begged me to bear with him, and he will make it worth it for me.

The next day, Mr. James was informed that we had secured the account we were after, which made everyone happy since they would all receive a financial windfall as a result. Mr. James told me he would like us to stay a few extra days so we could do some golfing and relax a bit after our presentation. He then smiled and added, "Plus, it will give us more time to spend together."

The next four days were so lovely. We both spent our days golfing and enjoying the area's interests, and then spent the nights in each other's arms. Our passion heightened, and Mr. James became more confident in his time with me. That was evident on our third night together as he was sucking my cock and I told him I was cumming he didn't hesitate. He clamped his lips around my cock and swallowed all I gave him. It turns out he has now become a big cum slut. He also became addicted to not only fucking me but getting fucked by me as well.

Our time came to an end, and we had to head back home. I could definitely see a difference in Mr. James's affect. He was happier and more settled with his emotions. Now I couldn't say it was because we had become lovers, or maybe it was because the pressure of the presentation was now over. But I do like to believe it is because we are lovers.

Once we landed, we returned directly to the office. Both Mr. James and I were treated like rock stars upon our arrival. Significant bonuses can put people in an excellent mood. As everyone started to file out of the office for the night, Mr. James whispered to me and asked if I was in a hurry to get home. I was quick to tell him I had nothing to do and asked him why. He smiled, looked around to make sure no one could hear, and whispered. Meet me on the fourteenth floor, he said with an evil grin. Although I was new, I knew the fourteenth floor was where the company's apartment was, which was used when clients came for meetings and needed a place to stay, or when Mr. James worked late and didn't want to head home that late. I smiled and nodded yes. He slipped me the key to the apartment, and I headed up so no one could see me.

When in the apartment and waiting for Mr. James, I undressed so I would meet him naked. Shortly later, I can hear the door open. As Mr James walked in and saw me naked, he smiled as he approached me, took me into his arms, and kissed me.

As we kissed, I undressed him, my hands caressing over his naked body before I dropped to my knees and started to suck his cock. He moaned out, saying that he had thought about my mouth on his cock all day.

Mr. James suddenly pulled me off his cock and guided me to the edge of the bed, where I moved on all fours. Mr. James stood behind me and rested his cock on my ass. He softly stated, I need to fuck you tonight. I looked back over my shoulder, yes, I want you, fuck my boi cunt. With that, he pushed his cock slowly into my ass. Feeling his cock open my ass as he went deeper, letting me accept his cock before he even pushed deeper.

His thrust soon became hard and deep as Mr. James pounded deep into my ass. He was building to his orgasm, but I wanted him. Looking back, I told him I wanted him to cum in my mouth. About thirty seconds later, He pulled out of my ass and screamed for me to get on my knees. He presented his cock to my lips as I opened my mouth and wrapped them around his cock. I no sooner clamped my lips around him than I felt his stream of hot cum fill my mouth. I sucked him, tasting my ass on his cock as I sucked him dry.

As his cock went limp in my mouth, he pulled me off my knees and kissed me. Then he whispered that he wanted me to fuck him. I didn't need any coaxing. I pushed him back on the bed on his back. I took his legs and pushed them up in the air, and moved my cock to his ass. I told him how I wanted to look into his eyes as I fucked him.

My cock worked slowly into his ass. He begged me to fuck him hard and deep. Every time he begged me, I rammed my dick deeper and harder into him. We fucked like wild animals in heat as I drove my cock in and out of him, and he begged for every thrust. After a few more hard, deep thrusts, I pushed my cock deep in him and ground it deeper as my cock exploded in his ass.

Once my cock was totally drained, we both collapsed on the bed, holding each other, caressing and kissing. Holding Mr. James and caressing him soon got a response from his cock, so before we said our good night, I wrapped my lips around his cock once again and sucked him until he gave me one more cum feeding.

I was feeling so good about the time Mr. James and I have been spending together. That was until his wife, Julianne, showed up at work one day. She stopped by unannounced to meet her husband, but he was out of the office. She walked into the office, and my eyes popped open wide as I witnessed one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen. She was model material. Her long blonde hair flowing, long beautiful legs peeked out of a short dress, they connected to form one amazing ass. Her perfectly round tits bounced with every step she took. She walked over to me and immediately introduced herself, telling me how much she had heard about me from her husband. I quickly panicked as I was not really sure what she meant. But that is another story.

Mr. James and I would often get together, sometimes for a quick meeting in the office, and sometimes to enjoy each other's company for hours on end. This marked the beginning of an amazing personal and professional relationship that I have shared with Mr. James.