Two old friends have some repeat business in their pants

"Speaking of repeat business," Hank said. "Now that we've got Gary, Bernie, and Lil settled, you open for some of that 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 scooted his chair close and reached into his old friend's pants, pulling out Jim's quickly swelling penis. "When was your last shot?" he asked.

"Early this morning with Sally," Jim said.

Hank laughed. "What, you didn't pop yourself off after lunch?" he said. "You're overdue."

Hank masturbated Jim, cupping his balls and gripping his shaft, sliding the skin up and down over the slim, erect barrel of Jim's penis.

"Damn, that's good," Jim said. "Why does it feel better when you do it?"

"Search me," Hank said. "I've always had an easy time getting you going and getting you off." He gripped Jim's cock root with finger and thumb while stroking along with his other hand. "You still balling Frances?"

"Ahh," Jim sighed. "Yeah. I keep telling her she should go get her M.B.A. and trade up the food chain. Ah. Fuck that's good, Hank."

Hank smiled. "Ready for some stroke cream?" he asked.

"Yeah, but go slow to start," Jim said.

Hank opened Jim's top left drawer and took out a jar, twisted off the cap and dipped out a generous glob. "There you go," Hank said, smoothing the soft, slippery cream along Jim's erect penis. Hank started stroking again, this time letting his hand slide against Jim's skin and over the crown of Jim's cock head.

"Think," Jim said. "I got..." Jim sighed. "Got an angle to give Frances a kick in the ass."

Hank laughed. "Yeah?" he said. He slowed his strokes to let Jim talk without the little catches in his breath.

"Frances got a shine for Jennie, the gal who was our last finance intern," Jim said. "Jennie helped Frannie find out at twenty-eight that she's a raging bisexual."

"Good on Frannie," Hank said. "Is she still reading bride and wedding magazines at lunchtime?"

"Less," Jim said. "She's gonna go visit Jennie at the end of the summer when Jennie's going back to school. I told Frances to read up on the M.B.A. there, they've got an international masters' track."

"She could come back and be your boss!" Hank said. He stroked one hand steadily up and down Jim's slim, hard shaft.

Jim laughed. "I'll let her and Jennie buy me out," he said. "Veevee still taking wood from her old boss, after she found him a wife?"

"You know it," Hank said. "Bent over Jordan's desk at lunchtime once a week. Rashida's cool with it, she knew Jordan was giving it to his white secretary all along, even when Rashida was just his business banker."

"Your wife's a **** of nature, Hank," Jim said.

"Can I open up your back end, Jim?" Hank asked.

"Be my guest," Jim said. "But you know I won't last long." Hank let go and eased his chair back. Jim scooted forward on his chair and slid his pants and underwear off.

"You'll be right back up," Hank said. He dipped cream onto the fingertips of the hand that had been on Jim's cock root.

By the time Hank had worked a third finger into Jim's ass, his old friend was on the point of shooting off. Jim's cock swelled and pulsed in Hank's stroking hand.

"You ever get up Frances' pretty little butthole?" Hank asked, stroking quickly and steadily.

Jim looked up to one side, remembering her pretty little pink star. "But you'll get your hand all stinky," Frances had protested. Jim replied, "Not quite. But last week she finally let me touch, ah, ahhhh..." Jim's ass tightened on Hank's fingers. "AH!" Jim cried out, squirting a hot lace of semen up Hank's forearm.

"Get it, get it, get it," Hank said, stroking Jim's spurting cock. Jim's biggest spurts left white streaks on his desktop.

As Jim's orgasm ebbed, Hank withdrew his fingers and let Jim settle back in his chair.

Jim's home office door opened. "I see you boys are done with all your hush-hush work," Sally Walker said. The tall, slim blonde gave the men a smile from her wide, generous-lipped mouth. "Jim, did you leave Hank hanging?" she said, looking at her husband blissfully slumped in his chair with a soft cock smeared with cream and come.

Jim looked back at Sally and opened his mouth to answer.