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George's Special Day
by Lion24655 (lion24655@yahoo.co.uk)

***

A retired man suddenly gets a business deal - but the 
conditions demand he make love to those who are 
buying... (MM, 1st-gay-expr, oral, anal, exh)

***

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...?"  

END

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others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
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