Date: Tue, 04 Jan 2000 04:50:32 PST From: Horatio Nimier Subject: Customer Service This post contains explicit descriptions of sex between consenting adults. Much of it portrays homosexual actions and lifestyle. If homosexuality, sexually explicit language, or swearing offends you, or if reading material that contains these violates any law or personal or religious beliefs you must exit now without proceeding further. If you're under 18 years old you may not read it either because it is against the law. I regret this because I was once a randy teenager and I feel somewhat two-faced in helping to enforce the law. Hopefully, one day, censorship may disappear along with other vestiges of Big Brother and Mother Grundy. The story is fictional inasmuch as things did not unfold as portrayed. It is based on events that happened on two business trips that did take place. These memories have been cemented together with strips of fiction to make the story cohere. Names and places have been changed. Moreover, the early 80's were different from the present time. Unprotected sex with people whom you don't know well is, like, dangerous and stupid. The stories are dedicated to the memory of my friend, Kerry and to a very close friend whose lame excuse is "Not while I'm driving.". ---------------------------------------------------------------------- CUSTOMER SERVICE ================= "Chris, if you'd fucking help a bit more instead of trying to get me all horny we'd be done and could go outside with the other guys." I laughed in reply. Giving my lover's neck a quick kiss, I took my hands out of his T-shirt and went back to clearing up the kitchen. Since we'd moved in to the Charleston house, the six of us had experimented with various ways of sharing the work-load and had finally settled on a daily roster where two guys would do all the cooking and clear-up for a day and then get two days off. So now, while our buddies were outside enjoying the warm night air, Colin and I were cleaning up in the kitchen. As Colin finished scouring the last traces of my curry from the pan I set the dishwasher going. "Anybody want anything from the kitchen before we come out?" Colin called to the other four on the deck as he dried his hands. "No. We're doing OK. Just bring beers for yourselves," Mike yelled back. "Coors or Bud?" Colin asked me opening up the fridge and examining the contents of the bottom shelves. "Coors. If I want to drink water I'll take it out the faucet." "Yeah, yeah, yeah…whatever!" Colin gave me a smile as he grabbed two bottles of Colorado's brew in one hand. He handed one to me, we traded a quick kiss and walked out to join the others. It took a few seconds for my eyes to get adjusted to the dark and Neil's voice said "Over here, Mr. Lawrence, sir." and I saw that there were two loungers set out for us with the naked forms of Mike and Neil to our left and Pete and Dave to our right. Neil's remark brought chortles of laughter from everyone. "Fuck, that was funny." I said as I pulled my T-shirt over my head and shucked my cut-offs. Smiling as I settled down I shook my head and recalled the morning. -------------------------------------- It was a Saturday and we'd headed in to the office to get some of our upgrade tested while the volume of work on the systems was relatively low. By Sod's law, just minutes before our allotted time slot was due to begin, a read/write head, flying microns above the surface of the disk platter, wobbled and touched the spinning, rust-brown surface. Tiny particles of metal oxide flew off, trashing the magnetic zeros and ones that comprise computer data. By further bad luck, this drive was the system residence volume and panicked computer chips immediately dispatched their electronic messengers to the host computer. When, breathless from traveling through copper at the speed of light, they arrived and told their tale of woe, the mainframe typed a brief line on the operator's console and died. Within 15 minutes the door opened and into the computer room came a pair of tight jeans and a faded sweat-shirt containing an engineer. We gathered around and gave him a run down of the symptoms. "Sounds like a head crash to me," he said grinning at us. "Guess we get to see how good your backups are." He walked over to the disk drive and the six of us spent the next twenty minutes sitting around the computer room admiring the changing views of denim and skin presented to us as he worked inside the unit. His technical skills matched his looks because in next to no time the drive was once more operational and he was closing up the cabinet doors. I checked with the operator making sure he knew how to load from the stand-alone restore tape. He estimated it would be an hour before he had the system available for us, so I told him to call me when we could get on and then followed the other guys up the stairs toward our office. There was not much to do until we got the machine back, so, as professionals the world over do, we sat back with our feet on our desks and swapped bullshit. The chat had been going a bare five minutes when, all of a sudden, Dave swung his feet to the ground and remarked, just a bit too casually, "I've got this key that sticks on my terminal. I wonder if that engineer is still here." Carefully avoiding eye contact he headed for the door. "Hold you hands in front of your jeans," Neil called out, "You wouldn't want to poke the guy's eyes out with that boner!" Dave turned bright red. "Fuck off, Neil. Go try my keyboard – the `S' key jams down sometimes." "Yeah, right!" we yelled in chorus and he made a hasty exit through the door. We laughed at his retreating back. "Randy bastard," commented Mike. Dave ran down the stairs to the computer room floor and made his way to the very end of the hall where the engineers' office was hidden away. His mind was still smoldering from Neil's intuitive guess at his motives and, anyway, he had more or less convinced himself that the guy had already left, so he didn't knock before trying the handle. The door swung open to reveal the most amazing sight: the engineer was sitting in his chair with his jeans down below his knees, his sweat-shirt was pulled up behind his head, and he was masturbating a rather fine ten inch uncut cock as he fantasized over a picture of four studs having sex in a copy of First Hand that lay open on the desk in front of him. In the nanoseconds that passed while the surprised engineer tried simultaneously (and unsuccessfully) to pull his jeans up, clear the zine off his desk and get his shirt back over his head, Dave came up with a plan so cunning and ruthless that, when he explained it later, it made me proud of how much this once-shy kid had picked up from Colin and me. Looking him straight in the eyes and keeping a poker face, Dave had told the hapless engineer that any sexual activity on CentIns property was strictly forbidden and explained that, as employees, we were bound by an honor code to report this to a manager. Deaf to all pleas and entreaties, Dave had grabbed the First Hand and marched out of the office followed by the other guy still hastily zippering up his jeans and straightening his sweat-shirt. Back in the office our talk cut off as Dave walked into the room followed by the ashen-faced engineer. He must have been about twenty-two, but right then he'd looked like a fifteen-year-old kid. Dave walked right up to me and said "Mr. Lawrence, I found this guy undressed and jacking off in the CE Office. Knowing it was against company policy, I knew I had to report it to you as my manager." He handed the First Hand to me adding, completely straight faced, "He also had this pornographic literature on CentIns property." There was silence in the room. Even the jocular Neil was just gaping. My mind was totally unprepared for what my ears had heard and I could only stand jaw dropped, looking at the young guy in his faded red-pink sweat-shirt and the jeans torn at the knees. My stunned look must have been mistaken by him as homophobic revulsion because he began to tell me that this was the first time he had ever done anything like this; that he'd really thought he was in private; that any report to his company would assuredly get him fired; and that he'd definitely never do anything like this again. Listening to this frantic torrent gave my scrambling brain time to synch onto Dave's plan. "I hear what you're saying, bud, but there's not much I can do about it. Corporate rules are very clear -- as Dave, here has said." I desperately needed to buy time. Turning to the other guys and trying real hard not to crack a smile I asked, "Any of you guys have the company rule book?" "Yeah," said Colin, "here." He fumbled around behind his desk and pulled an official looking binder from a bookshelf and handed it to me. I immediately recognized it as the Handbook for Emergencies, which imparted such gems of information as "If a hurricane is reported, you should make every effort to evacuate the area". Paging through it aimlessly until I came to an official looking yellow sheet (Fire in the Computer Room) I held the manual up and ad libbed: "If any male person is discovered performing any sexually stimulating action," I raised my eyes to his terror-widened ones, "They mean jacking-off," my eyes dropped and I continued, "on himself without having first invited CentIns staff to join in, that person shall be required to perform fellatio (I met his eyes again) -- they mean give a blow job -- on the person who discovered them." I closed the book and looked sternly at the engineer while he tried to unravel the garbage he'd just heard. "You're kidding me, right?" he said hesitantly searching my face for a clue and then looking at the other guys. He looked back at me. "It doesn't say that!" Dave put his arm around the guy's shoulders. "Well, maybe it doesn't, but I think a blow job is a good trade to get your First Hand back." Faster than the eye could see, the engineer had spun Dave round and had his neck held firmly by a tanned, muscular arm. "You fucking little asshole," he said, feigning an anger belied by a growing smile of relief, "You had me scared fucking shitless. Give you a blow job? Shit, _you_ are the one that should give _me_ one." He let Dave go and looked around at us. "Shit, guys, I'm real sorry. I thought I'd locked the door and was alone back there." "Hey, no sweat," I said smiling at his obvious embarrassment, "we were just kinda upset that you hadn't asked us to help you out." He looked at me. "You guys…..?" He wasn't going to voice the words. "Like guy sex," I finished for him. His head remained pointed at me while his eyes scanned the group trying to read their expressions. When they settled back on me he said, "You guys ...uh...like guy sex?" "Well, yeah. Other than Pete here, who is our token straight, we're gay." "You're kidding? All of you?" "Uh-huh." Once again his eyes passed over us, first our faces then a more general look. He turned back to me and his face was a whole lot more relaxed. "You're not shitting me? You guys are all gay?" "What's so hard to believe?" I picked up his First Hand and waved it at him. "It's not like you're a hundred percent straight yourself!" He laughed. "No shit. I'm gay." He shook his head in pleased amazement. "It's just that it seems fucking incredible – this is the first account I'm assigned to as engineer and the whole fucking systems team is gay." "Well, they try to hire only the smartest folk at CentIns, so I guess that means you're gonna find a higher proportion of gays," I commented matter-of-factly. I walked over to him and held out my hand. "By the way, my name is Chris. I'm the project lead." My hand was wrapped in five long, tanned fingers that exerted even, firm pressure. "My name's Etienne, but most folks call me Shane." "Hi, Shane." The others came forward and introduced themselves. "Don't think there won't be pay-back time," Shane joked when Dave introduced himself. "I thought we gays were supposed to stick together!" "Shit, if you hadn't been grabbing everything trying to cover up so hard nothing would've happened," Dave laughed. "I might just have kept you for myself." He laughed and took Pete's hand. "So how does one become a token straight in a group like this?" "Let me tell you, when you've got five guys whose entire mental system is driven by raw hormones you need one person that you can let out unsupervised in public." "Cool, man. We need more guys like you." "So, Shane, what you got inside those jeans, man?" asked Neil stepping up to him. "Enough to get your hands around," he smiled warily – he wasn't going to be taken twice by us. "What have you got to trade?" Neil, never taking his eyes off Shane's face, slowly pulled his zipper down and pulled his nine inches of meat out. As always, the glint of the gold ring in the foreskin caught the new guy's attention. Stepping forward he reached out his fingers to touch it. "Geez! I've only ever read about these," Shane said as he touched the foreskin of Neil's cock. Neil stood, thumbs hooked in his front pockets, as he watched another guy discover his manhood. Gently Shane pinched the loose flesh and then carefully tugged at the ring to pull the skin forward. Neil's cock, excited by the attention it was getting, thickened and came to bone as Shane moved his fingers over the tautening skin almost reverently, like a collector discovering a rare and valuable stone. Dave moved up behind Shane. He ran his hands up under the sweatshirt until they found the little hard mounds of pink flesh they were seeking. His hormones had been raging ever since he saw the guy and now, as he pinched the nipples between his fingers he pushed his bulging jeans against the denim-covered butt and rubbed against our new friend. Neil reached forward and unbuckled the broad leather belt that held Shane's jeans up, then popped the top button and slipped the zipper down. Dave stopped his grinding long enough to let the threadbare material slip over the cheeks and then pushed himself onto the now bare cheeks. As the jeans slid over the engineer's ass and down his thighs, the reason for the basket we had admired earlier was immediately apparent: his straining cock and balls were held in place with a white jock strap. Neil leaned forward and his fingers began to mound the unmistakably firm ridge that was hidden under the white elastic material. Shane shuddered and pushed his groin into Neil's hand while his right hand started to move slowly up and down on Neil's shaft. "Let's get naked," Neil said and the two guys drew apart and clothes began to fly to the floor. Dave unzippered his jeans and managed to get his boner out. He stood there wanking gently as more and more smooth skin became visible in the metamorphosis. Shane's lithe body was tanned and almost hairless in contrast to the dense brush of black hair that covered his head and stood up and out above his forehead. Subconsciously I noted the absence of a tan line near the butt. His arms were fairly muscled and around his right biceps ran a dark tattooed black armband of thin leaves, like saber blades, that curved alternately up and down. A silver chain around his neck held a crucifix – the only jewelry that he wore other than a silver hoop from each ear-lobe. Below the navel the pubic area had been shaved clear leaving an unobstructed view, from base to tip, of a ten-inch penis that stretched strait out in front of him. The glans was straining hard at the foreskin that enshrouded it and, as we watched, Neil's fingers pushed the skin back and over exposing the darker tip. My own cock was sending frantic calls for relief to my brain and I responded by unbuttoning my jeans and maneuvering the stiff phallus out. As I did so I watched Dave spit on his fingers and start to part Shane's ass cheeks. Mike, his own cock sticking out of his jeans, went over to his desk and pulled a half-used tube of KY jelly out of a drawer. He handed it to Dave. "Try it the easy way," he said. Dave grinned at him as he took it. "Where would I be without my buddies?" As Shane bent forward to take Neil's cock in his hand once more, Dave spread the guy's cheeks with one hand and applied a liberal dose of the clear gel to the ass-hole with the index and middle fingers of the other hand. Stroking my own meat, I watched Shane's rim muscles fasten around Dave's middle finger as it probed inwards. Shifting my eyes slightly I noticed that, under Neil's firm strokes, Shane's cock had produced a pear-shaped drop of clear pre-cum which clung desperately to the piss slit that provided its egress. I put out a finger to rescue the precious fluid before it had a chance to fall. The carpet had had its fair share of splashes of guy juice during the previous weeks of long and frustrating hours of work I thought: this was mine. I lifted my finger to my mouth and smeared the fluid on the tip of my tongue. Warm with a slight saltiness – a tantalizing hint of what was to come. (Pun intended!). I felt someone move next to me and looked over to see Colin's face within inches of mine. My glance dropped down, past his Adam's-apple, past the neck-band of his T-shirt that was beginning to look ragged from being pulled off so often in haste, down past his square, silver belt buckle. His cock was in his hand, too, as we watched the tableau in front of us. I leaned over and sucked at the skin of his neck. With his free hand he pushed into my T-shirt and began to rub my back pulling me close to him, his muscled legs against mine separated by two layers of tight denim. My nose picked up Colin's scent: a little sulphury, it was uniquely his. No other guy had an aroma quite like Colin's and it was always comforting to me, reminding me of long nights snuggled close to him. Wit a quick nibble at his ear lobe I let go of him and turned my attention back to what else was going on in front of us. Dave was busy expanding Shane's hole: index and middle finger were now thrusting deep inside the young guy. In front of Shane, Neil was sitting back on a desk, eyes closed. His hand was moving along Shane's cock in time with Shane's movement on his. I noticed the engineer's glance flicker over the rest of us from time to time taking in the scene. I wondered what thoughts were going on behind the dark eyes: he certainly could never have anticipated this when he came in! If I turned around I could see, behind me, Pete and Mike sitting together on a desk, each pulling at his own meat but held together by Mike's arm around Pete's shoulders and their mouths locked together in a long session of tongue exploration. If you could have tapped the energy that crackled within the walls of that room you could probably have been able to light a small town. Dave extracted his lube-covered fingers from Shane's ass and wiped the KY over his throbbing purple glans. Using both hands to part the tanned ass cheeks he bent back to guide his penis to its target. Shane arced his body back slightly as Dave's shaft entered him and he momentarily stopped pulling on Neil and concentrated on the invasion of his bowels. But as Dave's shaft slipped in and his rod began to follow, Shane picked up the rhythm on Neil with renewed vigor. I looked down at Colin's hand as it worked on his dick. From months of exploration with fingers and tongue I knew every millimeter of those eight inches. He turned to me and his lips puckered. I pushed mine against his and let his tongue slide in over mine. He hadn't shaved that morning and the feel of day-old stubble on my cheeks made the little sperm jump up and down inside my balls, yelling with excitement and beating at the muscles to let them out. I pulled back and we turned our attention to our private porn show. Dave had his hands on Shane's hips as he repeatedly pushed in to bury his bone inside the tanned body. "Oh, man, this is good!" he moaned to the room at large. In front of him Neil's face was tense with concentration. His eyes were closed so nothing could distract him from the feeling that another guy's hand imparted to his meat and the sensations that his fingers were collecting as they pulled on a hard cock. I think a group jerk is a hot scene. Masturbating is at the core of every guy's life -- it's how we all start: at first it's alone -- in bed or in the bathroom; later on it becomes the first way in which we share sex with a buddy; and finally it develops into the panacea for relaxation or frustration, for entertainment or to relieve anxiety. It's portable – you can jack yourself off in the office, in an airplane or on the train ride home – and you can play it singly, with a buddy or with a bunch of guys. Masturbation provides the greatest drive for the development of a man's visual imagery. So with all the manual action taking place around me, I was having a real good time. The scene from the desk behind us was a study in blue denim: Pete was lying back with his cock a monolith protruding from his unbuttoned jeans; Mike's jeans were stretched tight across his ass as he kneeled astride Pete's thighs. I couldn't see his cock from where I was standing but from his arm movements I knew he was jacking himself off. I could, however, see his other hand and that was pumping up and down on Pete's stiff meat. Pete's head rested on one arm and hair flowed out from his head across the desk as he watched Mike work on their cocks. His left hand was hidden under his T-shirt where it toyed with his nipples. I smiled to myself – my straight buddy had taken to this lifestyle like a duck to water. Colin took a step up and, standing right next to Shane, began to speed up the strokes on his dick. I knew what he had in mind: Colin liked to shoot his load over another guy and see his love-juice lying on his skin. And, if there was something he liked more than that, it was to watch me clean it up with my tongue. That suited me just fine and I waited for my cue. His pulls on his penis became more rapid, his breaths became deeper and then he clenched his jaw and let out a long sigh as the first load shot out and hit Shane directly on the hip. Three more spurts followed in quick succession and then, as his strokes slowed down the flow abated to a dribble flowing over his fingers. Colin never ceased to amaze me with the amount of sperm he could produce. Not four hours had gone by since I'd sat between his legs in the shower and sucked a load out of him and now here in front of me lay another pile of rich cream that was beginning to slide ever so slowly down Shane's leg. I dropped down to my knees and made my lower lip glide up the smooth skin like some giant dredging machine. The sweetcorn scent of man-juice filled my nostrils as the tip of my nose glided through the white gel. It was good and thick with just a slight saltiness and I held it in my mouth, swirling it around my tongue, savoring the taste. "Hey! Share it, man!" panted Shane as I stood up. Still jacking myself with my right hand I moved close to him. I moved my face to his and rubbed my glans on his skin while my spunk-covered tongue entered his mouth and gave him a taste of Colin. This new action was just too much for my balls. I lost control and they began to dump another load of wriggling sperm over his legs. I could hear his breath exploding in short bursts through his nostrils. With Neil's hand on his cock, Dave and I intruding into him at opposite ends and my warm cum running over his thigh there was no way he could hold out. He pulled his mouth from mine and let out a long "aaaa-a-a-gh" as he creamed across Neil. Dave began to thrust deeply and then he too was gasping and shuddering as he unloaded inside our new friend. To his credit, Shane never lost his rhythm on Neil's cock through all this and his own cock was already starting to relax when Neil finally started to let loose. Shane kept on pumping as the sperm leaped out and landed on Neil's stomach tumbling, head over tiny tail, amongst those that Shane had pumped out a minute earlier. Shane milked the last drop out of Neil's spasming shaft as Dave shuddered while slowly withdrawing his cock from the guy's velvety chute. Shane licked the juice off his fingers then looked at Neil's jism-splattered six-pack. "You want to share again?" he asked, looking at me with a smile. "Damn sure," I replied. Man, what a neat guy. I waved my hand toward the waiting feast and added, "Go for it." Shane bent down and worked his face over the muscles licking up a goodly portion. Standing up he pushed his mouth to mine. As our tongues mashed the cream with our saliva I rubbed his back with my right hand. Neil stood up slowly and hugged Shane tightly, pressing his cum-and-saliva soaked stomach against him. His face was right next to ours and Shane let go of me to share the last tastes of love juice with his j/o buddy. I wiped my mouth on the back of my hand and smiled at Colin. He smiled back. "Another high protein diet day for you today, hmm?" I laughed and feinted a slap across his cheek. "There'll be some more over there pretty soon," he said pointing. I had forgotten about Pete and Mike. Together we moved across. Pete must have signaled to Mike that he was right on the edge because the fingers of Mike's left hand gripped my bud's thick meat without moving while he was working himself hard with the other. But, as we watched, he picked up the strokes on Pete's, slowly at first and then as hard as he was doing himself. Pretty close – Pete's first burst was still somersaulting in the air above his stomach when Mike began to shoot. For about six seconds we watched as the jism flew across Pete's stomach and a couple of shots made it all the way up to his T-shirt. As the flow lessened, Mike squeezed the last drop out of each of their cocks and then swung his left leg over Pete and stood up to make sure no stray drips fell on his jeans. Pete lifted his head and looked down at the splashes on his stomach. Colin cupped his hands over his mouth and spoke as though it were coming over a PA system. "Attention clean-up crew. Clean up crew, please report to Pete's belly-button!" I laughed and looked over at Shane. "Can I offer you another helping of soup?" Shane looked up from his leg where he had been scraping my jism off with his index finger. "Sure thing – you guys produce some good quality stuff." We moved up on Pete and as Shane's lips moved through the abdominal hairs plastered down with semen I took Pete's cock in my hand and cleaned off the shaft and glans with my tongue. I felt Pete's fingers run gently through my hair as I moved up to help Shane. When finally the pickings became slimmer we were just licking his skin for the sheer fun of it, working our way up and up until we were nuzzling his T-shirt up and nibbling at his nipples. "Hey, guys! Enough already!" yelled Pete laughing and pushing our heads down. We stood up grinning and wiped our wet chins with our hands. Shane laughed at Pete. "You're the best straight guy I've met in a long time." "I've got a lot of make up work to do," Pete explained as he sat up. He lifted his T-shirt up to his mouth and licked a small drop of sperm off. He stood up and pushed his semi-erect penis, still moist with my saliva, into his jeans and buttoned them up. Other cocks were being pushed back into hiding all around me. I watched Shane get dressed envying his tattoo. Maybe…..one day…. "Well, that sure beat working," said Neil as he laced up his high-tops. "For fucking sure," agreed Colin. ----------------------------------------------------------- "What?" I jumped as Neil back-handed the side of my head. I dragged my mind back into the present. "Where's your mind, you pervert?" he asked. "Dave's talking to you." "Sorry," I said embarrassed. "What did you say?" Colin leaned over, laughing, and pinched my left tit hard until I yelped. "You were thinking about Shane, weren't you, you two-timing bastard." "Yeah…no…I mean I was just remembering the whole scene this morning." "I said, do you think Shane and his buddy will come round tomorrow?" Dave explained. "Yeah ! Of course. Wouldn't you? He had a ball today." Dave lay back on his lounger. "Shit, I'm not going to jack off all tomorrow so I have a full load in the evening." "Well, for you, not jacking off all tomorrow means from three in the afternoon onwards," remarked Mike. "Get fucked," Dave said nonchalantly, his cock rising slowly as his mind started to plan the next day. "Just remember who found this guy." Copyright 2000 Horatio. I relate these stories because I enjoy writing and I enjoy the subject matter. If you have any comments you can email me at horatio_nimier@hotmail.com I'll even accept criticism if expressed in an adult, objective and polite manner. Hate mail will be flushed without reading. Grow up.