Two Married Dudes

It was a Sunday afternoon. Peter had been busy working in the box office all day and was ready to call it a day. He brushed his brown curly hair from his forehead as he climbed the stairs to the office. His 5'10" 165lb frame ached as he crossed the booth. He was tired and you could tell he was tired if you looked into his eyes behind his octagonal eyeglasses. His eyes were brown and a little red from a day full of customers and stress. As he entered the office he heard Jeramey over the walkie talkie, "Peter, I need your help in the stock room."

"Ok, I'll be right there," he replied. His imagination wandered as he thought about helping Jeramey. His balls immediately began to tingle as he thought about another chance to be alone with the masculinity that Jeramey leaked. Jeramey was maybe an inch taller than Peter, with short brown/blond hair and green eyes. He looked like he belonged in the military if he didn't have a goatee stretching around his mouth. Jeramey's body was larger than Peter's, with more large muscles where as Peter was muscular and slimmer compared to the 30 something man.

As Peter entered the stock room, conversation began, "So, what do you need done?" Peter asked.

"Well..." Jeramey rubbed the facial hair on his chin, making Peter want to rub it with his tongue, "I need you to help move this palette over there. So we need to start by moving these boxes in front of that door." Peter closed the door and they began stacking the boxes against it in an effort to finish organizing the room.

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"I hope there isn't a fire..." Peter Joked. As he finished chuckling to himself he found himself stumbling on his shoe laces. As he started falling face first onto the box he was carrying, he threw it as far as he could in order to catch himself on his hands. Jeramey was following and tripped, causing the same box reaction, except Jeramey's crotch ended up directly in front of Peter's face, since Peter was already turning over as Jeramey began to fall. Jeramey's crotch rubbed directly on Peter's cheek. Trying to hide his excitement Jeramey got up as quickly as possible. Peter already felt Jeramey's hardon next to his face. The smell gave Peter an instant erection.

"Alrighty, that was fun, let's get you back up," Jeramey said to Peter as he reached for his hand. "That's better." He said as he pulled Peter from the ground, left hand to left hand. They both looked at the other's wedding band and then at each other.

"You can let go of my hand now." Peter said regretfully.

"Sorry, your ring is just so new compared to mine."

"Not all that new in the long run."

"I want to kiss you." Jeramey admitted.

"What?" Peter stammered. "Why would you, a happily married man want to kiss me, another happily married man?"

"Well..." Jeramey leaned forward and grabbed Peter by the back of the neck, sucking him into one of the most sexual, forbidden, and forceful kisses ever. Peter kissed back. Their tongues danced as they ran their hands all over each other's bodies. Grabbing each other's asses, grinding their hard cocks together through their clothes.

"You feel that?" Peter asked.

"Yes, it feels mighty big, I haven't gotten this big in a long time." Jeramey confessed. "I really want to fuck you, but first I really want you to show me what else that mouth is good for."

"Yes sir." Peter knelt to the floor. He began rubbing his face in Jeramey's crotch, removing his glasses as he started to bury his nose in the khaki fabric.

"Take out my cock you little fucker." Jeramey was beginning to get intensely aroused. He whipped off his belt and unsnaped his pants. Grabbing Peter by his hair he said, "Smell my fucking man scent you little fucking faggot." He pushed Peter's face into his crotch again, grinding his still covered cock into Peter's face. Peter managed to pull Jeramey's pants down to reveal blue bikini briefs. "You fucking like seeing my hard cock head outlined in that tight underware don't you fucker!"

"Yes sir." Peter did love it. He loved this entire experience. How suddenly Jeramey became a teacher, drilling everything that needed to be done into Peter's mind. Jeramey was only wearing his underware now with his white socks. "Please let me suck your beautiful cock sir!" Peter begged.

"If you are really good I will. Now get up and strip for me. And don't just take it off, dance for your cock provider." Peter danced as sexy as he could. Swaying his body to the way he wanted to be fucked. Thrusting his hips. Rolling his body as perfectly as he could. As he took off his pants to reveal his Joe Boxer Thong Jeramey began to laugh. "You little fucker, men don't wear thongs. Only pussies that want to get fucked. Don't you know that thongs are just to reveal that you are a fucking slut? I'm gonna fuck you harder than anyone before you prick you." After saying this he made Peter leave the thong on, "you do look good in it. Now get on your knees again and get ready to fill your mouth."

"Yes sir." Peter knelt in front of him as he ripped off his bikini briefs. Revealing his swollen 8 inch cock. "Fuck man, how did you get so bi..."

"Did I tell you to talk!" He jammed his cock into Peter's eager mouth, filling all the way to his throat. It was big and Peter starting gagging. "Take it like the little fucking stud you are." Jeramey began pumping his cock in and out of Peter's mouth. It felt huge to the younger man and he didn't know how much more he could take. Jeramey kept pumping, using Peter's hair as handles. "Damn you are a fucking great cocksucker. I love how you are playing with my huge cockhead with your tongue. Fucking awesome." Jeramey pulled Peter off of his cock and kneeled down to kiss him. He loved how this "kid" kissed. "now get up, I want to taste your meat stud."

"Yes sir." Peter stood in front of Jeramey, pulling off his thong in one motion.

"Nice dick kid..." Jeramey cut himself off as he began sucking on Peter's 7 inch meat. It wasn't as long or thick as Jeramey's but still pretty sexy. Jeramey could fit the whole thing in his mouth and throat easily. He knew how to suck.

"Holy shit Jeramey, how do u do that?"

"Shut the fuck up kid, do you want me to suck it or do u want me to talk to you?" Jeramey was pretty pissed off acting. He bobbed on Peter's cock like a professional. He either watched a lot of blow job videos and practiced on a banana or he had a lot of real practice. He loved it, either way. He didn't even touch his cock as he sucked and he stayed hard as a rock.

Jeramey forcefully turned Peter around and pushed hit to his hands and knees. After a few quick spits his lubed cock was ready to penetrate.

"Take this fucking cock," Jeramey groaned as he pushed into Peter's tight ass. As Jeramey started to pump his cock into the younger stud he couldn't help his cussing and slapping Peter's ass. Grinding not only his huge cock, but his whole body as he slid in and out. Making Peter bite his lip - trying not to attract any more attention to the stock room. "Alright stud, flip onto your back and show me that hot asshole," Jeramey ordered.

"Yes sir." Peter did just as he was told and was rewarded with a big dick up his ass. Jeramey turned into a wildman, fucking like he couldn't stop. Biting at Peter's chest, neck, and lips. Pounding him until finally he stopped when Peter's cock shot jizz all over both of their chests. Jeramey climbed onto Peter's chest and jacked off right in Peter's face.

"Now you'll be my little cum slut too..." Jeramey groaned loudly as he shot a big load onto Peter's face and in his mouth. "We should do this again sometime." Jeramey decided aloud as they both dressed.

"You bet we will." Peter smiled.

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