Ben's Surprise

by Joe Teddy At 4 O'clock my boss Ben Flora walked into my office and spoiled my evening. He informed me that he had booked me into a Clarion Hotel in Atlanta for the A-One Seminar that began the next morning. As I stared at him, he said, "I really want you to schmooze with the government boys tonight more than anything. Especially that damn Peterson." I stood up and faced him. "You mean I gotta go tonight?" He was a few years older than I, with short brown hair, piercing green eyes, thick mustache and a very athletic build. "You got a problem with that, Phil," his body stiffened like a school boy ready for attack. He looked down into my face. If there was a fight, he'd win. "No, Ben, but I had plans tonight. With Jessica." He relaxed. A broad smile erupted and he was the premier salesman again. "I'm sorry, Phil, but this is important. I need you to corner Peterson and give him the real scope on the RFP. Those assholes in Washington can't understand the simplicity of it." I shrugged and began to turn away. But Ben placed his hand on my shoulder, gently squeezed it and leaned in close. "I promise you," he whispered, "I'll make it up to you." He winked and walked out. Yeah, right. I left a phone message for Jessica. I'm glad she wasn't there, since I had to bolt out the office to catch a plane. In the parking lot, Ben drove up in his silver Infinity and tooted the horn. He waved me over to the car. "Phil, I've got a special company promo kit for you. Open it in your room before using it, O.K..?" I grabbed the black suitcase and hauled it to my car. Another damn thing to carry, I thought. I checked into the Clarion and was curious about the new kit. No one at the office informed of this new sales piece - and I felt left out. The room was cool and spacious. A shower, some dinner and Mr. Peterson. I hope he's at the reception. Stripping down to my briefs, I decided to open the kit. I placed it on the desk. A stand-alone full length mirror that swiveled up and down stood by the desk. it reflected my nearly naked body as I sat in the chair. I suddenly was reminded that I hoped to get a long, slow blow job from Jessica. A pang of lust sprung forth from behind my briefs. I saw the outline grow as I watched myself in the mirror. I opened the suitcase and my cock sprang to full attention. Ben had placed several porno mags, K-Y jelly, a leather black jock strap with a hole in front, and a black dildo that was at least 18" long. I sat back and smiled. I glanced at the mirror. I opened the front of my briefs and let my hard cock free. The full 8 inches were throbbing and the skin felt so good as I gave it a few strokes. I brought out the mags - couples fucking by the pool, lesbians licking themselves into a frenzy, another mag full of threesomes and foursomes with men and women in several positions and locations. Finally, near the bottom of the heap, my cock surged forward as I saw a magazine cover with two kneeling nude men facing each other, huge hard cocks spurting cum in the air. Another mag showed several mustachioed men French kissing while standing in a circle jacking off onto the back of a guy fucking another guy as they lay on the floor. Cocks spurting, smooth male asses, mustaches. That fucking Ben sure had some imagination! A small cigar box lay at the bottom of the suitcase. I opened it and stared at cocaine, razor, silver straw and mirror. Oh, shit, I thought, I'll never see Peterson now. Using the mirror as an imaginary audience, I put on the leather jock. I sliced up some powder and took two long hits. The rush was incredible and my dick stood out from the jock. I sat on the chair. The gay mags were spread before me on the desk. I began reading suck stories while looking at the graphic gay action on the pages and stealing glances at myself jacking off. I Had never had a man before but right now I was beating off to the mags of men kissing, rubbing asses, sucking glistening cocks and fucking stretched-to-the-limit assholes. I put a dash of coke in my cock hole and started pumping frantically. I watched myself in the mirror and marveled at the hardness and look of my cock. I looked at the men on the pages - back and forth. The image of two men laying between two huge mirrors, watching themselves rub their cocks together finally sent me to my first cum. I leaned over and stretched my lips towards my spurting cock. My fist was pumping so fast. Finally, when I knew I was about to cum, I slowed the jacking action to long pulls. I watched in the mirror as two streams of white cum shot out the huge hole in my cock. The cum hit my opened mouth and I stuck out my tongue inches from my cock head. I really wanted to taste my own cock so bad. I sunk back into the chair and watched my wet cock subside. I wiped the cum away from my softening cock and unwittingly brought my hand up to my face and smeared it all over lips. The man in the mirror was someone else. I had never had these feeling before. I always had pussy and plenty of it since I was sixteen. Now, here I am at 35, naked in a hotel room, coke and cum all over, jacking off to images of gay guys in a magazine. I stood up, ready to put the kit away when I took one more glance at the picture of two guys between the mirror. I turned the page and felt the same jolt again. One guy had his cock in the other's ass and both men were watching the action in the mirror. However, what really stunned me was contented smile of the man on his hands in knees. I just sat down and finished the mag. And, had some more coke. An hour later, hotter than hell with gay lust, I sat up the mirror in front of the double mirror on the closet by the door, just like the photo spread. Blanket on the floor between the mirrors, and pillows were lined up to resemble a body. I put my briefs on the end pillow and an undershirt on the top one and made a legless dummy. I took another hit of coke. I spread out all the magazines around me. I put the ones with huge cock shots sticking out of pussies or filling a woman's mouth with a fresh load of cum. I propped up the gay mags along the wall. I had become obsessed with cock. I put out ten lines of coke, the K-Y, and the dildo. I wet one end of the black beast with my mouth, as if I were sucking on a cock. I put K-Y on my asshole as I knelt before the dummy in front of the mirrors so I could watch my cock and watch my ass at the same time. I slid my ass down onto the dildo. My dick jumped and slapped my stomach! I placed the bottom end of the dildo on my briefs on the pillow and imagined that I was getting fucked by a real man. My dick was wet with K-Y. It was rock hard. I moved my hips up and down slowly, watching the dildo enter my ass. I looked at the magazines and my pumping prick. God, this was outrageous! I took a final glance at photo spread of the men between the mirrors and decided to cum. I aimed my cock at the dummy shirt and started pumping furiously. Shwack, shwack, shwack. Suddenly, the door opened and a man with a carry on bag walked in. He froze as he saw my set up. looked at the mags spread everywhere, the mirrors, the coke and finally, my raging hard on. "Who the hell are you?, I said. "I'm Peterson, this is my room." He assessed the scene and quickly closed the door. He stood looking down at me. "You've made a mistake, pal," I said, " this is a solo." I couldn't move. Even my hand was still wrapped around my cock. He casually placed the carryon by the TV. He walked over to the phone and dialed the front desk. He turned to me, looking at my ass sitting on a dildo. He hung up the phone. he was about my height, a little thinner. "The front desk said this is a double and we are both registered." "Ben," we both shouted. "I'm Phil, He told me to hook up with you but I never thought he put us in the same room." I slyly slid down an inch more on the dildo. "That bastard is full of surprises," Peterson said. He came around from behind the mirror and licked his lips. "You don't mind if I have some coke, do you?" Peterson bent down and took a hit of coke. His mustache was white with coke. He sniffed hard and rubbed his nose. "Damn, that's some good coke." He was kneeling next to me. He looked at me and reached out and took my balls into his hand. I moaned. He gently squeezed the sacs and my cock surged in my hand. He licked my cock and it surprised me how good it felt. His hand worked magic on my nuts. I arched my back and squeezed my ass cheeks around the dildo. I jacked off as he licked my nipple and rubbed my ass. I moaned and said, "Cum." He grabbed the dildo and shoved it deeper into my burning ass. This caused my cock to explode, shooting ropes of cum onto the magazines. Peterson kissed my neck, shoulders, ear, and finally my lips. His tongue seemed huge and it gagged me at first. The mustache created a new sensation that rocked my cock back to stiffness. We Frenched kiss for about five minutes, watching our tongues in the reflection. I was turned on to the max. "Get naked," I hissed. "I want to rub our cocks together." He broke our embrace and stood up. I took another line as I watched him step out of his suit. Good legs, strong thighs, nice chest, beautiful ass. Wide, fat cock. He aimed his bouncing cock toward me. He stepped between the mirrors, guy admiring the scene in the mirror. "Take my cock into your mouth, Phil." Peterson said. I looked up at him. He smiled. "This is your first time, isn't it?" "Yes," I said. "That Ben is something else." He smiled and cupped his left hand under my chin. He slipped first one, then two, then three fingers of his right hand into my mouth. His fingers began moving back and forth. "Suck," he said. I sucked. "Good, that's perfect. Now use your tongue and swirl it. Yeah, perfect." He quickly replaced his fingers with his huge cock. It only took me a second before my tongue went crazy. I sucked, licked and made manly love to his dick. His knees went slack and he grabbed the sides of my head for support. He rammed his cock in my mouth - fucking it so fast that his as and thighs were blurry as I watched in the mirror. "Damn, you're mouth is magic!" he grunted. "Ooh." He flooded my mouth with cum that was hot, salty, sweet, so many things. He held my head on his spurting cock and let me suck all the cum down. I finally swallowed the last load. His dick plopped out of my clamped lips and he knelt next to me. We kissed, open-mouthed, with a sexual hunger that I had never experienced. He rubbed my ass and looked down at the photo spread splattered with cum. He grinned. "Let me be your bottom and you can fuck me or jack off all over me - all night." "Peterson, I think I love you." "Well, that could be, Phil," he said, laying on his stomach, propping his ass up with two pillows underneath. "But, you haven't begun to really love me until you fuck me in the ass." With Peterson's ass hiked up, my lust for men raged. I knelt between his sexy legs and marveled at the tightness and definition of his ass cheeks. His balls protruded, fleshy and hairy. His brown hole winked at me. "Take your hands and rub my thighs. Go on," he coached, watching the action in the front mirror. His legs were heavy, thick, unlike a woman's soft touch. These thighs felt powerful, demanding, awesome. My hands and fingers became alive. I ran them over every inch of his legs, thighs and backside. The fleshy cheeks became sex to me. Peterson fucked the pillow, his ass moving up and down responding to my massage. His balls bounced on the pillow. And when he raised his ass high, his hard cock kicked wildly, stabbing the air. "First, take some coke and smear it on the hole." I scooped up the powder and jammed my finger up his ass. He screamed with ecstasy. "Put your tongue inside - please," he begged. I finger fucked him until his bouncing ass rose off the pillow. My tongue went in deep, stabbing the hole without any resistance. He bucked his backside into my face. "Yes, baby, ream me. Ream me!," he pleaded. Peterson watched me jab my tongue in and out of his hole, licked the crack all the way down to his hanging balls. I curled my head under his balls and sucked them both into my mouth. His cock was steel stiff and I sucked it into my mouthfor a few sexy tastes. I jumped up, grabbed his hips and placed the head of my cock on his asshole. He looked me in the mirror and said, "Love me. Love me hard." I shoved my entire cock into him and the feeling was so intense that I nearly passed out from the pleasure. Peterson wore a contented smile as my eyes re-focused on the action between the mirrors. Regaining my composure and getting my knees set on the floor, I proceeded to fuck this man's ass with violent, lustful thrusts. I was out of control. Peterson watched the action and his mouth was frozen in a drop dead 'O' look. He watched a true gay convert in action. "God, your ass is heaven," I grunted as I rammed him hard. He began jacking his hard cock and I pulled him up so he could watch his dick explode. I bit into his neck, kissing my tongue all over his face and finally in his hairy mouth. That mustache. Ben's mustache? That kiss took him over the edge. "Here it comes." His body tightened. He pulled on his cock until it began shooting lines of cum all over the magazines, mirror and blanket. What a load. His nuts squeezed around my cock and caused the trigger to go. "Jesus, baby, my cum...," I said. He squeezed his ass so tight that my dick closed its cum channel, building like a pressure cooker. When he relaxed, my dick exploded, pumping load after load into him. I held onto him as my cock trembled inside. "You filled me up, cock boy, " Peterson moaned. "Incredible," I said, leaning my head on the back of his neck. "Can I fuck you?," he asked. Suddenly, the door opened and Ben Flora stepped inside. He wore nothing under the trench coat that he quickly threw aside. The biggest cock I've ever seen swung side to side. It was already hard. "Well, I see you've had the chance to talk to Peterson," Ben said. He joined the kneeling men between the mirrors. Ben placed his 10 inch cock and balls next to Peterson's face, resting them on his shoulder, only inches from my mouth "I knew I could trust you, Phil," Ben said. His hand went behind my head. "Now open your sweet mouth so I can cum down your fucking throat." I opened my lips and he slowly, inch by awesome inch, put his full cock in my mouth. His hand held my head and I simply sucked, licked, jacked his big dick towards my face. Peterson got behind Ben and jammed his tongue into my boss's ass. Ben's cock swelled in my mouth. "Where do you want my cum?" Ben said to me. "In your mouth, down your throat, or on your face?" Peterson kissed his way up to Ben's neck. I withdrew from his dick and said, "In the ass. Put some coke on it first, O.K.?" Ben turned around and smiled at Peterson. "You taught him well, lover." The two men traded tongues in a seasoned manner at which I could only wonder. These guys were really into men, I thought, as I got on my back, placed three pillows under me, and raised my legs up. Ben took two lines of coke with the silver straw. He licked his mustache and smiled. He smeared another line on his fingers which he promptly, expertly, applied to my asshole. Peterson straddled my face, his asshole wet, dripping my cum. I sucked and rimmed the wet hole and that helped muffle the stab of painful pleasure when my boss Ben drove his cock into my ass. He fucked me wildly while holding onto my thighs, ramming me with long, full strokes. Nothing had ever felt so complete. The burning passion of getting fucked, rimming an ass, having Ben cum inside me, and, finally, when Peterson engulfed my cock with his vacuum-like mouth, my explosive cum, left me forever in love with men.