Burnout

"You're acting a little funny."

"Funny? How?"

"I don't know. Just funny."

Later when we went to bed, I wanted to go directly to sleep. She kept kissing me and touching me down there.

"Not tonight," I said.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing," I said. "I'm tired. That's all. Tough day at the office."

In the weeks that followed, I pursued my new hobby in the gym room. Conrad was really pleased with my progress. In the weight department and in the activity department. I got together with a lot of the guys in the late afternoons. Kenny sucked my cock. I sucked his. I sucked Larry's. I sucked Eddie's. I sucked Conrad a lot. I was getting to meet a lot of great new guys from all the different departments.

"You don't make love to me anymore," Kathy complained one night when I told her I was too tired. "What is it?"

"Nothing," I asked her. "Heavy work load. I need to get some sleep."

I mentioned to Craig that my wife was bugging me. That maybe I was giving too much at the office, because I didn't have anything left to give at home."

"Yeah. Wives can really be a drag," he told me. "They can hold a guy down. A guy has to be loose and free. My wife left me years ago, and it was the best thing. Same with most of the other execs. We're mostly happy-go-lucky single men here at Grand International."

"Well, I love my wife and I love my kids. I certainly don't want to sacrifice my marriage."

"I understand," he said, patting me warmly on the back. "It's always a tough decision."

What decision? There was no decision. I was most certainly not going to leave my wife and kids, no matter what I was doing in the company gym.

I started not to go to the gym. I had to make things right with Kathy. And after a couple of weeks, thank goodness, we were back to normal. We were fucking again and she was happy.

"I'm so glad you got over that rough spell at the office," she told me.

Craig came into my office the next day. "Conrad tells me he hasn't seen you in the gym for a couple of weeks."

"I know. I'm sorry. I have to devote more time to my wife."

"We miss you in the gym," he said. "Maybe this afternoon?"

"Okay," I said. What else could I say?

So I started going back to the gym. And Kathy started to complain again. And I complained to Craig that my wife was complaining.

"Never mind," he told me. "You're doing a good job here. We're very pleased with you."

That kind of made it all worth while. I would just have to deal with Kathy the best way I could.

A couple of weeks later I got a call from Quincy Quinn, who was Wally Marshall's new handsome young secretary. I had seen him in the gym a couple of times getting his cock sucked.

"Wally wants to see you in his office on the eighteenth floor at five o'clock."

"I usually go home at five," I told him.

"Wally wants to see you," he told me and hung up. I guessed I would be seeing Wally at five. He was a big shot in the company. I didn't dare refuse. I didn't want to screw anything up. I wondered why he wanted to see me. I had trouble concentrating on the financials all day, wondering why Wally wanted to see me.

At five p.m. I entered room 1817. Quincy was at the front desk. He picked up the phone and called Wally in the inner office. "Greg is here," he said. And then he hung up. In a moment, the door to Wally's private office opened and Wally was standing there. "Greg. Great. Right on time. Come in. Come in. Quincy, I don't want to be disturbed," he said.

"I understand," said Quincy.

Wally led me over to the large leather sofa in the room. "Here. Let's you and me just sit here on the couch together. No need to get all formal."

"Okay," I said. I sat down. He sat next to me. "You're looking good, Greg," he told me.

"Thank you," I said.

"Yeah. I hear you've been working out in the gym a lot. That's just great. We really like our employees to join in company programs."

"Yes. The gym is great, I told him. I'm building up my muscles."

"Good. Good. That's what we like here. Conrad tells me you're doing really well, and also Craig is very pleased with you. He says you're having a little trouble at home."

"I'll work it out," I assured him.

"We know you will. The reason I wanted to see you here today, Greg, was because I wanted to move you up another level."

Did he mean a higher position? I didn't know. I didn't answer.

"You need to expand your experience a little. Don't you think?"

"I guess so," I said. I didn't know what he was talking about.

"Let me be blunt and ask you a stupid question, okay?"

"Okay," I said.

"Did you ever have a man's dick up your ass?"

I almost choked. "No!" I said firmly.

"Well that would be a new level of experience for you then, wouldn't it?"

"Yes," I said. "It certainly would."

"Well what would you say if I told you I brought you up here this afternoon to fuck your ass?"

I thought long and hard. I thought about unemployment. I thought about poverty. Finally I said, "You're the boss."

"Good," said Wally. "You've made a wise decision, Greg," he told me. "You'll do well here."

"I'm trying," I told him.

"I know you are," he said in the most understanding voice. "I know a lot of the things we do here at Grand International are a little new to you, but we appreciate your effort to get with the program. Get undressed and lie face down on the couch."

"Will it hurt?" I asked him.

"I'll use a lot of lubrication and I'll be very gentle," he assured me. "But I have an idea. We have this great new product we've developed. It's a new formulation using methohydroxic acid. We call it Vivavex. We haven't got approval on it yet, but we're working on it. This drug is gonna be our biggest blockbuster."

"What does it do?"

"It heightens sexual sensitivity to unbelievable levels. It heightens excitement and sexual energy. Actually it's a safe alternative to Crystal Meth. It produces a similar effect, but it's safe and non-addictive."

"It sounds great," I told him.

"It is great," he told me. "And I'm gonna let you sample a small dose of 5 milligrams. He walked over to a cabinet and took out a small bottle. He took out one small white pill, and then he filled a glass of water from the pitcher on his desk. He brought me the pill and the water. I was still dressed.

"Take this," he told me.

I swallowed the pill with a little sip of water and handed him back the glass.

"We'll wait a few minutes," he told me. "It takes about five minutes to start working. In the meantime let's you and me get undressed."

"Okay," I said, and stood up, beginning to take off my clothes. Wally took off his. We laid all the clothes on one of his armchairs. Finally the two of us were standing there naked facing each other. He had an erection. I didn't.

"You've got a nice body, Greg," he told me.

"Thank you," I said. Actually he had a nice body too. I didn't know whether I should say so or not. He reached out and started to fondle my dick. It felt really good. I was starting to get a little light-headed and happy. His hand on my dick was feeling better and better. I was feeling better and better. I reached out and took his dick in my own hand.

"That's my boy," he said. And I was glad he said that because I wanted to be his boy. His dick felt so good in my hand. I knew that I wanted to get down on my knees before this powerful man and take his tool into my mouth. I wanted to smell him and to taste him. I wanted to service him and give him pleasure. I sank to my knees and took his cock into my mouth. It was so wonderful. I realized that I really did love sucking cock. I had just never realized how much. And my head was spinning and singing, and my heart was pounding in my chest, and I was so excited, and I was so happy.

"My god. You're such a good cocksucker, you're gonna make me come. Can't have that," he told me. "Lie down on the couch."

Regretfully I let him withdraw his warm tumescence from my mouth. I went to the couch and lay face down on it, as he had instructed me earlier. He crossed to his desk and got a bottle of gel, and was coating his dick with it as he came over to the couch. Then he worked some of it up into me. His fingers felt so good in my body. So good. And my head was spinning and singing, and my heart was pounding in my chest, and I was so excited, and I was so happy.

He climbed over me and straddled my butt. He aimed his cock down and eased it into me. Bells went off throughout the land, and my head was spinning and singing, and my heart was thudding, and I was so excited and so happy.

"Fuck me," I screamed. "Fuck me with your big dick." And I pushed my ass up to get as much of him as possible inside of me.

"What a hungry little asshole," he said.

"Yes. Yes. Fuck my hungry little asshole. I love your dick in my ass. Dick me. Fuck me. Oh. I love it. I love it." I would never get enough of this. I had never dreamed that pleasure existed at this extreme level. I never wanted to move out of this moment.

"Oh. Your ass is sucking on my cock. Just sucking on it, like it wants to draw the juices out of me," he whispered in my ear, while pounding against my buttocks.

"Yes. My ass wants your juices. Give me your juices. Come inside of me."

"Yeah. Yeah. Yeah." And he slammed into me with every 'yeah'- - - and then he tensed and I could feel his lifeforce streaming into me. I had Wally's powerful lifeforce deep within my gut. I had never been so happy in my entire life.

"That was great," he told me, pulling his erection out. "You have a magic ass there, Greg."

"Don't take it out," I begged him. "Do it again."

"Not right now," he told me. "Another time."

"Please. Please, I need it," I begged him. I desperately needed more fucking. Oh god.

"It's the Vivavex," he told me. "See how great it is. Hold on. We'll help you out." He went over to his desk and picked up the phone. "Quincy. Get in here. Right now."

The door opened and Quincy came in. He assessed the scene and understood immediately what would be required.

"I gave Greg a small dose of Vivavex, and he needs more fucking. Fuck him."

"Yes, sir," said Quincy, stripping off his clothes, and gazing admiringly at my muscular buttcheeks and at the little round red puffy semen-coated hole nestled between them. He was already stiff. He climbed over me and eased it in. Bells went off in my head. And my head was spinning and singing, and my heart was thumping, and I was so excited and so happy. Wally sat in his desk chair and watched me get fucked.

Quincy didn't really pound me the way Wally had. He was going nice and slow and easy, to make it last a long time. That was what I needed. To make it last a really long time. At least until that pill wore off a little. After about a half hour, he said, "I'm getting close. Raise your ass up a little." I raised my ass. He reached an arm around me and grabbed my hard dick, and as he was working himself to completion, he was jacking my cock. I felt that incredible itching in my dicktube and my semen was shooting out all over Wally's leather couch. As I shot out my seed, my ass muscles were convulsing on Quincy's cock, which made Quincy finally spill his load into me.

"Yaaaggghhh," he screamed. I made a similar appreciative yell.

"Thank you," I said. "Thank you." The pill was starting to wear off, and also I had come, so I didn't need another cock, and I was now able to get dressed and drive home.

Kathy was particularly insistent that we have sex that night. And I was particularly insistent that we would not have sex. I had had all the sex I needed or wanted on this particular day.

A few days later, Craig came into my office as I was tallying figures on the computer.

"Wally tells me he's very pleased with your progress in the Corporation. He thinks you should start visiting the rec room."

I had totally forgotten about the rec room.

"What's in the rec room?" I asked him.

"Oh. It's our main hangout place. Lots of fun and games. We have ping pong, we have pool, we have an open bar. You'll love it. I'll be back here around five p.m. to take you to the rec room."

"Okay," I said. It did sound like fun. I could really socialize with all the other guys in the rec room. Maybe shoot a little pool or something.

The rec room was the whole ninth floor. You got out of the elevator and went through another door, and there for the whole length and width of the building was the rec room. There were ping pong tables. There were pool tables. And there was even a section of the room that was a vast expanse of mats. Some guys were playing ping pong. Some guys were playing pool. There were a bunch of guys at the bar, getting cocktails. And a lot of the guys were lying on the mats, just resting. The men on the mats had taken their clothes off so as not to crush them, and some of them had even taken off their underwear. It was very, very informal.

Suddenly there was a buzz in the room. Everyone was whispering.

"We're gonna party. We're gonna party." The guys playing ping pong put their paddles down. The guys playing pool put their pool cues down. And everybody turned to face this one guy who had taken off his clothes and was lying face down on the mat.

"Alan just took a huge dose of Vivavex," they were saying. "Give it a few minutes to take effect, and then he's gonna need fucking. A lotalota fucking.

A lot of the guys were now taking off their clothing and carrying it over to the coat-check room. They came back to the mat and encircled Alan who was now bobbing his behind about in the air, as if asking for something. Asking for dick.

I recognized Randy from marketing on the seventh floor as one of the guys eyeing Alan's ass. I had had lunch with Randy a couple of times. He was one handsome sexy dude. Now I could see his big stiff cock. Lucky Alan was going to get Randy's big stiff cock. Part of me wished that I were lying on that mat helplessly under the influence of that incredible drug I had sampled. Lucky Alan. He was high on Vivavex and about to get gangfucked by Randy and a lot of other guys.

Not everyone was waiting to get into Alan though. Other things were happening. Little private events were taking place. I saw Roscoe, the security guard there, and then he saw me. He smiled. He walked over, and took me by the hand, leading me to a free mat. He dropped the trousers of his uniform, but not before taking his gun in his hand. He held it casually in his left hand, as he played with his dick with his right hand.

"How about sucking me off?" he asked me.

"Okay," I said.

"I'm married to a witch and I don't get nothing at home. Thank god I've got a good job I can come to and work off my steam."

I took him in my mouth and began to pleasure him. I was just hoping he would not get so excited that he would accidentally pull the trigger.

"Man. You're good," he said. "You give a nice blow job. Suck my balls a little." I sucked his balls. Now he lay down on his belly and pulled his handsome asscheeks apart. "Suck my asshole," he told me. I had never done that. But I was not going to say no to a man with a gun.

"Oh, man. Your tongue feels so good in my asshole. So good. Get in there. Get in there." And he pulled his cheeks further apart. "This is great," he said, but then he turned over on his back and grabbed his throbbing dick. "Now suck my dick," he told me.

It took me about five more minutes to bring him off in my mouth. I did it totally with my mouth and tongue. I didn't use my hands at all. I was getting to be an expert at cocksucking.

"Man. You were great. We'll have to do this again," he told me.

"Sure," I said. I was ready.

Now that the ice was broken I began to interact freely with my fellow employees. I crawled from mat to mat and sucked off every dick that was waiting for a mouth. It was getting really late, and I knew that Kathy was probably worried, but I could not tear myself away from the rec room. I was having too good a time.

Finally, after much time I reached a familiar mat. It was Alan, still lying on his belly, still waving his ass in the air, still begging for cock. But there was no longer a crowd around him. Probably everybody had already fucked him and left.

"Please. Please," he sobbed. "Fuck me. Fuck me. I need more cock. Please. Please." It was pitiful but it was also exciting, and I hadn't come yet. I stripped off my pants and climbed atop of Alan.

"Thank you. Thank you," he said. "Thank you." And I began to fuck his sloshy asshole feeling the cum of many other men bathe around my dick, and the thought that I was fucking into an asshole filled with the semen of dozens was thrilling to me. I held off as long as I could, but finally I added to the volume of liquid inside his rectum.

"Please. Please. Fuck me again," he sobbed.

"I can't," I told him. I'm all fucked out. I have to get home."

"Please. Please," he begged. "Don't leave me. I need more cock. Please. Please."

There was nothing more I could do for him. I put on my trousers and went down to my car.

"Where were you?" asked Kathy.

"There was a messup in the monthly accounts," I lied.

"I tried calling you. There was no answer."

"I was in somebody else's office. We were trying to find an error."

"You could have called," she said bitterly.

"I know. I know. I'm sorry. It's just that we got overwhelmed with this problem, and I just wasn't thinking."

She reheated my dinner in the microwave and put it on the table. She didn't say anything else. She was pissed and she wasn't speaking to me. I was going to get the cold treatment. Well screw her. Okay, because no way was I gonna fuck her tonight anyway.

I tried to get to the gym as often as possible. I didn't want to neglect my body, but the pull of the rec room was too much for me. I couldn't stay away. Day after day, I sucked cock after cock, and when one of the guys took Vivavex I was happy to oblige by standing in line and putting my cock up his ass. I really felt as if I belonged now. This was really my company. What a break to get a job like this.

I kept remembering the incredible feelings I had had on that one occasion when I, myself, had taken a small dose of Vivavex. I was longing to feel those feelings again. Maybe if I took just a tiny dose?

There was a large bowl full of five milligram tablets on the bar, for whoever might want it. One day I screwed up my courage and went to the bar and ordered a scotch and soda. I took a sip of scotch. Then another sip of scotch. I was building up my courage. Then I took one little 5 milligram pill. This was not a big dose. I know that most of the guys lying ass up on the mat had taken about 100 milligrams, so 5 milligrams was not such a big deal.

I walked around the room watching all the action on the mats. It was just private action. No one had taken Vivavex yet, except moi. In about five minutes those wonderful feelings began to dance around my body. I could feel it in my dick. I could feel it in my asshole. My head was spinning and singing. My heart was thumping, my ears were ringing, my vision was clouding, and I was so excited and so happy, and I wanted to get fucked. Oh god. How I wanted to get fucked.

I checked my clothes at the coat-check and walked onto one of the mats and lay face down, and began gyrating my midsection, advertising that I was premedicated and totally receptive. Pretty soon, people started to notice. Guys were putting down their ping pong paddles and their pool cues, and were gathering around me, watching the tortured contortions of my pelvic area.

"How much did you take?" a voice asked me. I looked over my shoulder. It was Wilson, one of the men who had hired me.

"Only 5 milligrams," I told him.

"That's not a lot, but you're only a beginner. Come on, men, he announced. This lad needs to get his ass fucked and right now. He only took a small dose, so you can't all get into him. Maybe about five, I guess. We'll see how much he can take."