powerlunch with Jack

it's not that often you get excite about work. but after 2 failed attempts i was finally gonna bum Jack. it had been a year of flirting.

i turned up at John's and sat down in his lounge room decorated in odd colours and religious art drinking a cup of tea i wash't enjoying until a few minutes later when Jack arrived. same as a year ago he was huge, his muscled shoulders squeaking sideways through the doorframe. he shook my hand and sat in the armchair beside mine. his thick thighs busting out of his footy shorts and nearly snapping the wooden arms off his seat. it had been almost a year since i had seen him and for a 47 year old, he was still a hot man. hell, for a 27 year old, he was a fucking hot man!

john, jack and i talked pleasantries for a while (and by pleasantries i mean pleasantries. it was like having tea with the queen) "alright gentlemen i'll see you in the other room. there's a bag of underwear under the seat," he does;t like the sessions to start off naked, "so i'll be looking forward to seeing what you choose to wear."

the second he was out of the room Jack and i leaned over to each other and simultaneously whispered, "holy shit you are looking hot!" and grabbed each other by the jaw and kissed

"fuck i've been waiting a long time for that!" he looked me up and down, "but now you are fucking huge!" he said, "you're on something. what are you taking?"

i rattled off a list of hormones and steroids, "and you're still fucking huge. you're even bigger than you were before!"

"i've been on testosterone for a year remember i only had hairs on my chest before?" Jakc always wanted to be hairy, but body hair was one thing he wasn't blessed with. he peeled the shirt from his huge chest and exposed a fresh carpet of check hair.

"holy fuck you're a man now!"

"yeah! finally at 47 i'm a real man!"he grinned. i started to strip and he saw my jockstrap underneath, "you came prepared. i'm gonna tear that arse up."

stripped down his footy short. his thighs so huge they made his rugby shorts fan out like a tutu. "not if i fucking rape your arse first!"

"i'm… ah… not cleaned out for that."

"dammit!" 

we entered the room and John's eyes lit up and opened so wide with excitement it was like they were pulled open by fishhooks. we stood on either side of his bed turning and showing all the meaty hairy bits. Jack on the other hand knew proper body building poses and he sure had the body to pull it off

john was impressed

we started with the focus on john, but that didn't last long until jack and i were tearing each other to pieces. trying to convince myself we were putting on a show for the client, but really we were just fucking with some other guy in the room. how could i keep my paws of that hot arse? easily, as it turns out, he threw me rammed me from behind so John could lie down and watch the whole thing. neither of them were prepared for the growling and demonic voice that exploded out of my throat when i'm being fucked

the session ended a little overtime, but that didn't matter. i had to leave to get some university applications in and Jack had a few people to train and the gym. "thank you gentleman for a very pleasant time, "said john grinning from ear to ear, giggling "i hope we three muskateers can have morning tea again some time!"

Jack was giving me a lift home. we sat his car and he said, "i don't have any clients to train. i'm gonna take you home and fuck the hell out of you."

"oh… err… sure!"

he's got the body of a daddy. but he's a kitten deep down. in the privacy of my bedroom where he could drop his macho tough guy act, i fucked the guts out of him all afternoon. 

all up, a good day at the office with a nice little powerlunch