Hank and Jim have some repeat business to do

"Speaking of repeat business," Hank said. "Now that we've got Gary and Bernie settled, you open for some today?"

Jim reached for his belt. "You know I am, Hank," he said. Jim opened his pants and leaned back in his padded leather swivel chair.

Hank knelt on the office rug, bent over Jim's lap and reached into his old friend's pants, pulling out Jim's erect penis.

"Have I told you you hang a good one, Jim?" Hank said. He squeezed the shaft of Jim's long, slim penis, sliding his thumbs up the underside to the circumcised head.

"I believe you have," Jim said. "Nothing like a friend."

Hank opened his mouth and sucked Jim in.

"Ohhh yeah," Jim said. "A friend with benefits." He sighed, rolling his shoulders back into his chair.

"Mm-hm," Hank agreed. "Mmmmmhhhh."

"Suck it," Jim said. He closed his eyes as Hank took him deeper. Hank pressed his thumbs into Jim's ball sack and rolled them over Jim's balls. "Ahhhh, yeah," Jim sighed. "I wish I could celebrate more deals this way."

Hank laughed, the sounds muffled by Jim's cock.

"Okay, okay, I guess it happens often enough," Jim said. "Just last week...UH!" Jim grunted as the head of his cock went into Hank's throat. "Taking. Lessons?" Jim said.

Hank answered by rolling his fingers over Jim's balls and swallowing.

"UH!" Jim grimaced, grunted, and shot his load down Hank's throat.

Hank eased his mouth off of Jim's softening penis and straightened up. Jim flopped back into his chair.

"Fuck, you're getting better at that, you bastard," Jim said. "That might be the fastest you've gotten me off."

"As a wise man once said, I aim to please," Hank said.

Jim rolled his shoulders and stretched. His back popped. "Blows the kinks out," he said. "What are you up for?"

"The usual?" Hank said.

"Make me get up off my chair," Jim grumbled.

"You know you love it, you asshole," Hank teased. He stood up and reached out his hand to help Jim up. Jim's penis bounced and drooped, moist with Hank's spit and soft but still long, dangling out of the front of his slacks.

Jim kicked off his shoes and bent over his desk. He let Hank pull off his pants and underwear.

"Ever told you you have a nice ass?" Hank said.

"Once or twice," Jim said. His penis twitched, throbbing faintly. "Get me ready?"

"Gotcha," Hank said. "Just a sec." Hank peeled off his own lower-half clothing. He opened the top left drawer of Jim's desk and pulled out a box from the back. Hank used a couple damp wipes and lube shooters to get Jim ready, then Hank suited up his own long, thick penis in a condom. Before going further, he massaged Jim's balls and cock root. Jim's balls twitched and tightened. "There you go," Hank said, "That's what I like to see."

Hank smiled and took his own cock in hand, lining up behind Jim.

"Knock knock," Hank said, touching his cock head to Jim's slick rear door.

"Who's there?" Jim said.

"Cock-up," Hank said.

"Cock-up who?" Jim said.

"Cock-up you," Hank said, pressing gently forward.

Jim bore down, opening up for Hank's cock head.

"Ahhhhhhh," Jim said. "Fuck, you're big."

"That's just the head," Hank said.

"Maybe that's as far as we go today," Jim said.

"Okay by me," Hank said.

The two of them breathed together for a couple of minutes, feeling the sensations of their tight connection. Jim's ass twitched, tightening down. Hank's cock twitched, swelling up.

"Move a little," Jim said.

"Here goes," Hank said. He eased his hips a tiny bit forward, a tiny bit back, a little rocking motion that tugged on Jim's ass again and again. Jim's breaths deepened, and he started sighing aloud with Hank's short little strokes. His ass tightened, squeezing Hank's cock just back of the head.

Hank reached a hand down and around Jim's hip. "Lookie there, you've got another one cooking," Hank said. He squeezed the shaft of Jim's rapidly firming cock.

"Oh yeah," Jim said. "That feels good."

Hank went back to fucking Jim with shallow, gentle thrusts and tugs.

"Oh yeah, more of that," Jim said. "That's working."

"Working good for me too," Hank said. He sped up his rhythm but kept the strokes very short.

The two men moved together, naked below the waist, Jim bent forward over his office desk, Hank behind him fucking gently, only the head of his big cock in Jim's ass. For some minutes the only sound in the room was their rapid breathing.

"Feeling you squeeze on me," Hank said. He paused and reached around, grabbing Jim's cock. "And look at you all hard again."

"Switch," Jim said. "I want in you now."

"Okay by me, as long as I get a reach-around." Hank said.

Jim laughed. "You know how I run my business," he said. "Anyone getting screwed by me always gets a reach-around."

"Okay, comin' out," Hank said. Hank eased back out and skinned his condom off into one of Jim's damp wipes. The tip of his penis was slick with pre-cum, and his foreskin was all the way back behind the broad, prominent crown of his cock head.

Jim stood up and stretched, popping his back, then rolled a rubber onto his slim cock, now fully erect again. He turned round and reached out to grasp Hank's firm erection. "You get in some amazing places with this big monster," Jim said.

"Cause I'm a smooth talker?" Hank said.

"You got some kind of magic," Jim said. He squeezed Hank's cock. "Turn around and bend over, let me get you ready."

Hank assumed the position Jim and just risen from. Jim got him ready, quickly giving Hank's ass a once-over with a wipe and squeezing in a couple of lube shooters.

"All set?" Jim said.

"All set," Hank said. "Let me have it."

Hank braced himself for an energetic ride. Jim's slim cock was a much easier fit into Hank than the other way round.

"Damn, but your ass feels fine," Jim said. He pressed forward till his cock bottomed out.

"You say that to all the guys," Hank said. "Girls too."

"Doesn't mean it's not true," Jim said. Jim added another squeeze of lube and started thrusting in and out. "Oh yeah."

"Gimme," Hank said.

Jim reached down and around, gripping Hank's thick shaft. "Gotcha," he said. Jim started stroking up and down Hank's cock, easing back into a rhythm with his own.

"That's working," Hank said. "That's working real well."

Ten minutes of deep thrusting up Hank's ass accompanied by Jim's well-practiced reach-around strokes brought the old friends off together with loud, climactic groans. Jim spurted into Hank's ass while Hank shot off across Jim's desk, leaving a spread of wet white laces soaking into the desk blotter.

After a quick wipe-up, Jim and Hank sat in office chairs, their cocks slowly softening as they sat back and enjoyed the afterglow.

"Let's do this more often," Jim said.

"With you there, Jim, with you there," Hank said.