George’s Nifty Day

George woke up. Never needed the alarm since he had
taken early retirement – 8.00am every morning he woke,
went downstairs, ate some breakfast, waved his wife off
to work, did the crossword in the paper, then planned
his day.

Not that it needed a lot of planning. Go to the shops.
Visit elderly mother. Go to the shops for her. Answer
post. Cook tea. Greet wife…

George didn’t regret taking early retirement, but
somehow early retirement should be something different
from this. Surely there was more to it?

Seven across – “between the mango chutney?” Chutney,
mixture of something? Anagram of mango? Means between.
Among… He was just writing the answer in when the
phone rang.

“Hi George, it’s Max here.” George recognised the voice
of his former business partner, still a good friend he
enjoyed a drink with. “Have a problem. Are you free for
lunch?”

George thought for a moment. He had said when he
retired he would be available, and over a pint with Max
had told him he wanted to try everything. And do
everything. Retirement was a chance to do. He ended the
conversation with a wink. Max had picked up quickly
what George meant. He’d laughed before replying: “Well,
you are not going to do everything with me…” They had
laughed, the conversation had moved on.

“What’s the problem?”

Max continued. “Well, Tony was due to see a couple of
blokes at lunchtime to sell them the electronic G8
monitor which you and him developed. Tony’s rushed
into hospital overnight with appendicitis. Can you come
and see them instead – you know the monitor better than
the rest of us. There’ll be a few quid in it if you do
sell it.”

George thought for a moment. It was the first time he
had touched anything to do with work since leaving, but
would quite enjoy it, and would quite like the money.
“Okay. Where am I seeing them? Who is it?”

Max gave him the address of a hotel, then told him who
it was: “It’s those two blokes – Ken and Brian – at
Davis’s.”

George paused. It wasn’t such good news. They were good
blokes and he respected them. He liked them. They
worked hard. But they had a strange reputation. They
could be bullying. They could demand odd things. There
were odd work relationships in their company. Or at
least so everyone said – no-one ever said what the
problems and demands were. And on top of that they
drove a hard bargain. He had never had problems with
them, but …

At last George agreed – he had nothing to lose – if he
didn’t like what was happening he would just walk out.

George did his shopping, visited his mother and left a
note for his wife apologising that he couldn’t get the
tea in case he got back after her – you never knew with
these sorts of meetings. At one o-clock he pulled up at
the hotel, parked the car, and entered the lobby. Ken
was sat waiting and noticed him first. Ken strode over,
held out his hand, shook George by the hand and said it
was good to see him again. Ken was just over six foot,
in his mid forties and pretty muscular build – probably
worked out a bit. Brian was a bit shorter and slimmer,
and followed Ken over to where he was shaking George’s
hand. Both dwarfed George by at least three inches.

For a few moments they chatted, talking about
retirement, then agreed they should go somewhere more
private for their business discussions. Ken and Brian
led the way to the room they had reserved for the
discussions, for the afternoon.

The three of them went to the room on the 4th floor of
the hotel – a bed room with four easy chairs and coffee
table. They fixed drinks – Ken and Brian had whiskys,
George was sharp enough to stick with fruit juice – you
needed a clear head to deal with as tough negotiators
as these were.

George outlined what the G8 monitor could do, as well
as its limitations. He outlined the key internal
components they had used. He talked about price and
bulk orders. Ken and Brian both asked a lot of
questions. They haggled on price, particularly as they
needed 200 of the monitors initially, with a possible
further 800 for the project they might use them for.

It was hard business, but with no rancour – something
that George had missed, was enjoying, but wouldn’t want
to go back to full-time.

At last Ken spoke. “Okay, on one condition we’ll do a
deal at the price you’ve quoted.” George was always
wary of conditions – sometimes conditions were
mountains.

“One condition?” asked George. “Well, try me. What’s
your condition?”

It was Brian who spoke. “That you suck our cocks.”

George wasn’t sure he had heard right. Was it something
about fitting stopcocks? “Didn’t catch you, mate…”

Ken who spoke. “You want the deal, you suck our cocks.”

George sat stunned. Business had never gone down this
path before. His mind churned it over. The rumours they
had heard about this company. Strange demands from the
bosses. Strange company relationships. But for George
there was one problem – hiding the instant erection he
had. George said nothing as he moved surreptitiously
trying to hide what was happening. As he squirmed to
accommodate his discomfort. Brian and Ken weren’t
fooled. They knew. George knew that they knew.

It was Brian who stood up first, quickly kicked off his
shoes, undid his trousers, dropped them to the floor,
removed his underpants. He reached down to George,
grabbed his hand and pulled him to the bed. Brian lay
on the bed, his back on the bed head, put his hand in
George’s hair and simply pulled George to his cock.

Brian had never done this before. He was stunned at the
size of the cock – 7 inches, quite thick. Of course,
experience of people doing it to him, instinct, dreams,
he knew what to do. For several seconds he paused, then
reached out with his lips and kissed the cock, then
pushing his tongue between his own lips to allow it to
lick the cock just in front of his face. George was
terrified. It was everything he ever dreamt of.

At first George was very tentative, then as Brian
appeared to enjoy what he was doing, grew in
confidence, began letting his tongue rove all over the
cock. He even went to the tip, tasting the drop of pre-
cum, running his tongue around the circumcised head.
All the while Brian kept his hand in George’s hair,
moving as George’s head moved.

Suddenly George felt a hand rest on his ass. Begin to
run around his ass. George was suddenly aware that as
he was kneeling in front of Brian his ass must be
sticking in the air. As he made to move he suddenly
felt Brian’s grip on his hair tighten, stopping him
move away. The grip remained tight as George felt hands
reach under him, undoing his belt, undoing his fly,
resting for a moment on his cock.

George had stopped, but then let his tongue lick again.
He felt the hands pulling his trousers off his waste –
his underpants as well. He heard Brian order: “help
him!”

George lifted one knee to allow Ken to remove the
trouser leg, then the other. He felt very exposed, his
ass sticking in the air, his legs apart to keep
balance, as he licked this man. He suddenly felt very
exposed as he felt a finger tickling his asshole,
exploring, caressing. George was so embarrassed, but
his cock was throbbing in pain of hardness. George was
embarrassed but he continued to allow his tongue to
play on the cock his face was being held close to.

After a few moments George was surprised to feel the
hands stop playing on his ass, but seconds later he
jumped as he felt something cold put onto his asshole –
he knew it was gel of some sort. He squirmed as he felt
a finger push through the ring of his ass – no-one had
ever done that to him. He was ashamed to admit – he
liked it. Wanted it.

He continued to lick the cock as the finger probed
inside him, using the gel as lubricant. It felt
fantastic. His cock was throbbing, twitching, he had
never been so turned on, ever. His heart sank as he
felt the finger removed, but again he couldn’t protest
as the hand wrapped in his hair held his mouth to
Brian’s cock.

George felt the bed move, guessed someone was getting
onto the bed. He froze when he felt something against
his ass – this time clearly not a finger. He felt it
pushing against his asshole, then suddenly plunging
through the ring. It was so much larger than the
finger, it hurt! George did all he could not to scream
as the cock penetrated him. Clearly Ken was taking him
from behind. Ken paused while George got used to the
size, till he began to relax.

As George relaxed he felt Ken slowly begin to push, the
cock now sliding more easily into George’s asshole.
Soon it was in further than the finger had been. It was
so big. So tight. On the edge of excruciating and
amazing. George only guessed that 7 inches had
penetrated him. At the same moment George felt Brian
force his mouth onto his cock, deep in to the back of
the throat.

Suddenly “all hell” broke loose. This was obviously
having an effect on Brian and Ken. Suddenly he felt the
two cocks begin to pound in and out of him, one in his
ass, one in his mouth. It was so hard to take them, but
he had to, wanted to. He sucked, squeezed, but it
seemed as if Brian and Ken were just using him as their
fuck toy. They seemed almost oblivious to him. It was
everything George had ever wanted, but had never
admitted.

He felt the cock thrusting into his mouth, and wrapped
his tongue around it to increase this man’s pleasure.
He felt the cock sliding in and out of his ass,
invading him, taking him, stretching him as tightly as
possible. Within seconds he heard Ken behind him shout
out, felt him thrust hard into him, he felt the cock
throbbing and filling his asshole with cum.

But he couldn’t take it in too long, suddenly he heard
Brian shout out, felt cum pumping into his mouth. Brian
held George’s head on his cock, so George had to
swallow hard. He wanted to. He did. So much.

It seemed like ages before Brian and Ken let him go,
pulling their cocks out of him.

Ken pushed George forwards onto his stomach, his rock
hard cock landed in Brian’s hand, who was kneeling
beside him. Ken ordered him – “hump off into the hand”.

George did. He needed to cum. Wanted to obey. Wanted
this. He realised how obscene he probably looked,
fucking this hand, but the hand felt good, and Brian
used his fingers to excite George even more.

Within seconds George was emptying his balls into
Brian’s hand, cumming seemingly endlessly.

At last he rolled off the hand, having come down from
his orgasm. But Brian had the last throw. Before George
realised what was happening, he had wiped George’s cum
in his hand all over George’s face.

George felt so humiliated – it was the best thing he
had ever done.

It was Ken who took control. “Okay George”, he said in
a matter of fact voice, “You can use the shower, then
come back out here to do business.” With that he handed
George his trousers and pants. George scrambled to his
feet, made for the shower, came back to the room ten
minutes later. He blinked – Brian and Ken were both in
their suits, as if nothing had happened.

Brian spoke. “We have signed the contract for a
thousand GH monitors. I’m sure there will be a good
bonus in there for you.”

Ken continued: “You may be wondering… Well we always
wondered about you, then something Max said, it all
came together. We enjoyed. Hope you did.”

George just nodded, speechless.

The meeting became even more absurd. They shook hands
and parted as if only business had taken place. Brian
said, as they shook hands: “It was good to deal with
you today. Hope we can do business again real soon.”

That evening George sat down very carefully for tea –
he was sore down there – when his wife asked him: “Good
day darling?”

George thought for a moment before replying. “Much the
same as all the others, darling, although I did enjoy
my spit roast at lunchtime. How about you…?”