This is a story that just came to me one day as I was chomping on a lovely Dark Chocolate Brownie and my mind just began wandering...
There's a lot of gay stuff here but also a bit of lesbian loving and plenty of plain fucking, not to mention enough humour to at least cheer you up, I hope!
Five guys (one queer) and three ladies!
And hopefully a successful story!
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My family had been in the biscuit-making business for generations, our lineage disappearing into the distant past. We'd had our ups and downs and right now we were having a bit of a downer. Basically our biscuits or cookies had fallen out of favour but I guess that happens if you stick to the same formula for too long, which is what we'd done.
I'll blame my parents actually - they'd got stuck in a rut and perhaps to get away from the problems they took a trip to somewhere in Africa - where they caught and succumbed to some disease, leaving just little me to continue to run the crumbling business.
Fair enough that it wasn't their fault that they died, but they could have chosen somewhere closer to home. Instead, I now had the added financial burden of getting their bodies back to Britain for burial but I managed to get things done and eventually all there was left to do was to sort out the finances.
The only relief was that my parents had already safeguarded their little empire. As I was their only offspring, the whole lot was left to me; their house, the bakery and the business, such as it was and they'd had the foresight to put the whole lot in Trust for me some years ago, so instead of owing the Taxman a mint, he had to make do with a pittance. Considering the state of our business at the time, that was just as well.
So I was left to pick up the pieces; to keep the business going and to perhaps even find a way to begin to make a profit. It took a fair while for everything to settle down once more and it took me even longer to get used to being the head of the business...but there were some things that just didn't change, thank heavens!
The first was an early morning meeting with our van driver and loader, whose workspace was out the back and who was responsible for ensuring that our produce was delivered in good condition and in good time. He also looked after our stock, our goods in and out and the delivery van and he kept the place clean and tidy too.
So it was he who I always saw first thing in the morning; he who always got my morning drink for me.
"Morning Chris," Joe yelled across the car park as I pulled in on the dot of six, "All ready for you!"
I was always ready to him too and I waved cheerfully.
"You right then Joe?" I asked as usual and was greeted by his usual thumbs up signal.
"Sure thing!" he called back with a smile.
Soon I was mounting the steps to the loading bay and heading across the despatch room to his office.
"Fit and ready?" I asked as I entered his office and approached his desk and Joe nodded and smiled broadly.
Joe was all ready for me; that was for certain, as he stood there in front of his desk. He'd already undone his belt and trousers and as I approached him, his trousers and boxers fell to the ground revealing his rock-hard foreskin-free nine inch cock in all its shaven glory!
I sank to my knees before him, busily undoing my own trousers as I knelt, my spare hand coming at once to wrap around his rigid shaft; my mouth to settle over the firm purple knob.
"Oooooh that's good," moaned Joe as I worked on his penis, "Thank heavens you're still here Chris - dunno what I'd do without you."
"You'd have found someone else," I said, lifting my mouth from his penis for a moment, "Can't keep a good cock down!"
"Wouldn't have been the same," Joe replied, "You've got that touch; the way your lips hold my cock; the way your tongue excites me - hell, I don't know of anyone else who can deep-throat me either!"
Actually I don't know how I learned how to do that; just practice I guess, as I'd been sucking him off for the best part of five years now; pretty well ever since I left college at 19 to join my parents' company.
"Do you want a deep-throat suck off then?" I asked and Joe rolled his eyes with pleasure so I set to work.
By now my own penis was rampant and throbbing as I wanked it; I'd be all ready to give Joe his morning drink too!
Joe's cock was just the right shape for deep-throating; it had a slight downward curve in its eight inch length that just followed the line of my throat and now I let it into my depth for the first time today. His slick penis briefly locked against the back of my mouth before I got my breathing right and my throat ready and then he was in - sliding deeper and deeper.
"Oh fuck," moaned Joe, "You're so fucking good! Your throat's so tight; let me move in and out a bit...oh God, yesssssss!"
Eventually I had to pull back and his long penis emerged from between my lips all slippery with my saliva and probably with a fair amount of his precum too.
I took a few breaths before once again allowing his cock to invade my lips; lips that I now kept really tight around his cock until he was well embedded again.
Now I began to work on him in earnest, using my lips, tongue and one hand, until Joe put his hand on my shoulder to stop me.
"Getting close," he moaned, "Do you want it in your drink or just in your mouth?"
"In my mouth today," I said, redoubling my efforts to relieve him of his load, "You can have mine in your cuppa."
"Ah cheers boss," groaned Joe, then hissing his words, "I'm almost ready; won't be long now!"
"Come on then, any time," I replied just before I sank his cock back into my throat.
His impulsive thrusting threatened to completely impale me on his iron shaft but I kept his thrusts under control, despite the increasingly erratic and random jerks and quivers he was making.
"Ah, ahhhhh, cumming," groaned Joe, "Get ready...here it issss!"
Seconds later his penis became ramrod stiff as it pumped a massive wad of spunk straight down into my stomach. I pulled back to allow his penis to empty the rest of its load in my mouth; so that I could really enjoy the mouthful of flavoursome sticky stuff.
He always gave me a good drink in the mornings and this was just what I needed today; a tasty bit of inspiration, perchance!
I stood up after I'd licked his penis clean, my own eight inch penis stiff, reddened and swollen and all set to unload.
"Was that ok, Joe?" I asked, as I always did and as usual Joe smiled happily as he tucked his cock back into his trousers.
"Fantastic, boss," he said, "Just the job. Right - hang on, let me get my mug!"
With that he trotted to the staff tea stop as we called it, where there were all the necessities for a cuppa as and when needed and returned with his big pint mug.