MASON
"(FUCK! There goes the great load I was getting ready to shoot! Ruined! Just like that! Damn it all! I should've just kept going till the end of my nut no matter who was watching and what they were saying!)," Mason thought to himself.
Mason and Fred finally make it to the office, and Mason finally finishes properly fixing his pants as they climb the metal stairs to enter. Still shirtless and standing in the middle section entryway of the container office building, Robert enters behind them.
Robert: (Pointing at Mason) "Go see Troy till I'm ready." (pointing at Fred) "Come with me."
Mason walks briskly into Troy's office putting his work shirt back on.
Troy: "Shut the door."
Fred follows Robert into his office shutting the door behind him.
Troy is the project foreman working for the company that contracted Robert's company to build their new office building. He occupies an office at the opposite end of the container building from Rob. He's usually very laid-back and easy to get along with, and he's not like Robert in that Robert would be a 2 on the Kinsey scale, and Troy would be a 1, but he's so open-minded and non-judgemental that with enough convincing and influence or alcohol, he could be made a 2. (Mason's a 2 disguised as a 1, and Fredrick's a 4 disguised as a 1.)
Troy is a 35 yo muscle bear and stands at 6'2 weighing 260 lbs with 13% body fat. He has a 9" uncircumcised beer can shaped cock that hangs down 30 degrees when he's hard. His hair and full medium-cut beard is a dark shade of brown. At work, he wears loose fit work jeans or slacks with a tight black polo shirt and his tattered hi-vis safety vest. His office always smells of cigar smoke with a sweet aromatic vanilla cream scent.
Troy: "What the fuck, Mason? Is this what we should expect from you while on this project?"
"Hey, I'm only human, Troy. I'm just a simple man who saw an opportunity that I liked."
"And you took it. I'm human too, but you don't see me always in my office watchin' porn and beatin' my dick all day with my pants around my ankles smokin' a cigar drinkin' out of a bottle of whiskey like I want to, do you?... Of course not, I wouldn't get any of my work done. You have to work when it's time to work, so you can play when it's time to play. You guys missed a very important safety meeting, in which case, I don't know what Robert's gonna do with you now. He might have you guys temporarily laid off until that phase of the project is done, which is about a week or so. Depending on how things go with Robert, he might have you come back and talk to me. I might can help you out. You and Fred do good work here."
(Meanwhile)
FREDRICK
Rob walks over, switching the bouncing orbs of his rear in his jeans, to stand behind his desk leaning over the top of it. Fred but help but again take in the sight of Rob's large pecs, hard nipples showing through his shirt, furry chest, and alluring eyes.
Fred: "I'm willing to do whatever you want for me to stay, Rob. I can't lose this job right now."
Rob: "So, here's the deal, Fred. Tell you what, I wanna keep you and Mason, but what you did can't go unpunished. There's a price that must be paid to set an example out of you and to fully persuade me to keep you here. I saw the way you looked at me this morning when you came into my office late. And, I saw the erection you got from eye-fucking me."
Fred shows an expression of bewilderment and shock, but at least now he knows Rob must have somewhat similar feelings toward men since Rob ended up getting a boner watching him and Mason go at it earlier today.
Rob: "It's called peripheral vision, Fred. So, seeing as how you like men so much, you're gonna take one right now by putting my cock in your mouth and getting fucked by one, or just take your paycheck now and leave 'cause you're fired."
Rob knew what his response would be.
Fred chooses the former option rather than the latter. He shows this to Rob by assuming the position on his knees and tossing his shirt and underwear to the side by the wall..
Rob: Rob nods with a smurk. "Smart move...."
"(I've been waiting for this moment all along, anyhow. This is a dream come true for me! Both of my fantasies in one day?! How could this day get any better? It's odd that this is how it had to happen though, but I'm not about to start complaining)," Fred thought to himself. It's exactly what he wanted for Christmas (btw, it's the middle of Summer).
As Fred gazes into his boss's eyes in eager anticipation, Rob makes his way from behind his desk, stands inches away from Fred's kneeling body, grabs the top of Fred's head, and runs his fingers through Fred's hair. He moves his hand down the back of Fred's head, around his ear, and clutches the bottom of Fred's chin and begins to stroke and caress Fred's cheek with his thumb. Fred inhales.
"(I can smell his musky ball sack already. This man sweats and secretes his scent in all the right ways)," Freddy thought.
Reaching to the back of Fred's head again, Robert pulls Fred's face into his crotch. Fred takes a few more long deep inhales, mouth open, eyes shut, rubbing his face all up against Rob's crotch and stiffening bulge.
Fred: "(Ahhhhh, he smells so good)."
Rob then pushes Fred's head away giving him a couple quick playful slaps on the cheek with his other hand before moving his hands to undo his belt buckle, then the button of his pants, then his fly. Fred grabs the waistband of his boss's underwear pulling both his boxer-briefs and pants down to his thighs, unleashing Rob's throbbing dick, letting it spring to life popping out and smacking Fred in the face. Fred immediately swallows 5" of Rob's 8" Kielbasa as if he had been starving slowly working his neck back and forth while Rob's head tilts backward toward the ceiling with his eyes shut.
Rob: "Uuuuuggghhhh, my God."
Fred moves a hand to grasp the base and the other hand to tug and pull on the balls continuing his rhythmic head and throat motions. Rob's balls felt full in Fred's hand, weighted, heavy, and furry. Fred hears a couple light footstep sounds made from a pair of boots outside the door, but ignores it. His focus is on his boss right now. Fred takes his mouth off of Rob's cock and starts sucking the sweet and salty sweat off of his balls holding his cock up to his abs while stroking him off. The taste is so pungent and tantalizing. It's driving Fred wild, but he maintains his professional composure focusing on satisfying his boss. Once his balls are clean, Fred proceeds to clean under his balls and the inside of his taint, really digging in deep and fully enjoying himself.
Fred: "(Man, I think I'm getting the hang of this. My boss clearly likes it. Maybe he'll let me do this from now on whenever he feels crossed with me and determines that I need to be punished, or even if he's just having a rough day, and I'll gladly take the opportunity, as long as he keeps giving it, the sexy bastard)."
Fred takes both his hands, reaches behind Rob, and squeezes both of his soft hairy beach balls pushing Rob's cock further down his throat making himself gag. Rob reciprocates the gesture by placing his hand on the back of Fred's head again. Then, he proceeds to a gentle face-fucking, not violent or aggressive at all. Just sensual, swaying his hips in and out, ass cheeks jiggling and flexing in Fred's grasp with every motion. Fred reaches one of his middle fingers into Rob's warm crack and awaiting asshole, lightly fingering a couple times before pushing it in a couple of inches
Rob: "Yeah, fuck me you dirty dog... Hhhhhhhhhhh (sigh).... That's it right there. That's the spot." Both of them breathing deeply making erotic moans. They continue on for another minute.
