John Johnson, the parole officer, had become one of my steady fuck buddies since meeting him through Ron and Gary. Whenever the mood hit I'd drop into his office and I was guaranteed to leave with a load of hot cum down my throat or up my ass from his always hard cock.
This particular morning, I knocked on his door and entered without waiting and I was surprised to find another guy in his office, since he saw his clients afternoons only.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt." I said.
"No problem," Johnson said. "This is Ken, an intern I'll be training for the next few months."
I crossed the room and he stood up to shake my hand and as I introduced myself, I gave him the once over. In his early 20's, Ken was about my height and slim but with a solid build and obviously muscular. He was one of those blondes who have skin that looks like it has no pores and is always pink and glowing. I wanted to lick him like an ice dream cone. Even more interesting, I could tell that under his loose dress slacks he was wearing boxers because a fat cock with a clearly defined head was visibly snaking down his leg.
"Why don't you take a break, Ken?" Johnson said. "We have some business to take care of and I'll call you when we're through."
Ken agreed and I watched him cross the room. His ass was more than outstanding, perfect melon buns riding high and tight with his pants seam sculpting the deep cleft between them. My mouth was watering, thinking about how they'd feel on my face if I could tongue his hole. He exited, closing the door behind him and I looked at Johnson.
"Jesus Christ, I've had a chubby for the last 2 days looking at that little fucker's ass!" he said. He stood up, unzipped his fly and hauled out his big half hard dick and meaty balls. He reached down and cradled his big nuts in one hand and said, "Get over here and drain these!"
I walked over, sat in his desk chair and opened my mouth as he eased seven inches of hard cock down my hungry throat. I wrapped my hand around his hanging ball sac and pulled down so that his cock got even harder and he slowly started to fuck my eager mouth.
"I checked Ken out when we were both at the urinals this morning." he said. "Nice cock on him. Wish I could have seen his ass." He started fucking my face faster. "That ass was made for fucking. I bet he's a virgin." His cock was fucking my throat like a piston and I could feel it starting to swell. "If I could get him naked, his ass wouldn't be virgin for long. I'd slide my cock up his hole so fast..." The thought was too much for him, he let out a groan and I felt his cum splash against my tonsils.
I sucked the head and milked every drop I could out of his dick before I pulled my mouth off of his meat and said, "I have an idea. It's about time for you to make an inspection of Ron and Gary's apartment and they'll be gone all day tomorrow on a construction job. Why don't you bring Ken over in the morning for some field training. I'm sure that I can get him naked, getting your cock in him is your responsibility."
Johnson milked his softening dick so that a few drops of cum squeezed out of his piss hole and he fed them to me with his finger, then stuffed his cock and balls back into his fly. He flipped an intercom switch and called Ken back to the office, who appeared at the door just as I opened it to leave.
"See you in the morning." Johnson said to me.
I saw Ken look down and notice where my own hard dick was tenting the front of my pants and I faked a slight cough as I passed him and said, "Sorry, something must have got caught in my throat."
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The next morning I was looking out the window as Ken and Johnson pulled up. I opened my apartment door and watched them as they ascended the stairs, Ken in the front with the meaty bulge in his pants shifting with each step and Johnson behind, his eyes riveted on the gorgeous ass flexing just inches from his face.
They came inside and Johnson sat down at the dining table, opened a folder and fired up his laptop . "Ken," he said, "I'll get our paperwork ready while you two go downstairs for a look see. Just come and get me if you have any questions."
The two of us headed back out the hall door and I turned around and caught Johnson's eye and he gave me a small nod.
Downstairs, the apartment that Ron and Gary shared was smaller than mine, basically a combination kitchen/living room and a bedroom and bath at the back. Ken took his time, poking in drawers and opening the refrigerator until finally it was time to view the bedroom. At the closed door he said, "Both of these guys sleep in the same room?"
"They're very close friends." I said and opened the door.
The first thing that anyone would have noticed was the smell of sex. The room reeked of sweat and cum, as well it should since I'd spent most of the night before being spit roasted with Ron and Gary's cocks plowing both of my holes there. The other thing you couldn't miss were the decorations. The boys had plundered my stash of old porno mags and had covered the walls with torn out pages of cocks plugging every orifice available and big dicks spewing loads of cum on upturned faces.
Ken slowly walked around the room, looking at the photos and said, "I've never seen anything like this."
I walked over to where he was standing and I saw that his dick was hard and standing out from the leg of his pants. I reached down, stroked his erection through the fabric and said, "But apparently you approve." and sank to my knees.
