All the men in my office are studs. All of them are well-built, masculine men. Almost all of them are single or divorced. Because of the type of business we’re in they all travel a lot. I was one of the few who stayed in the office. One of their favorite topics after meetings is about their conquests on the road. They were always talking about the pussy they got or a hot blowjob they got in an airplane john.
My boss, Ed, was an ex-marine and was built like a brick shithouse. When he would roll up the sleeves on his shirt his arms were covered in thick, black, hair. He also had a shaved head and a big salt and pepper goatee. He often didn’t wear an undershirt and you could often see his hair-covered chest through the thin material of his dress shirt. Lots of times he would have a cigar clenched in his mouth.
If I spent too much time around him, I’d have to go into the john and beat off. I’d always shoot a big load on the stall door as I thought about sucking what I was sure was Ed’s massive cock.
“John,” Ed said one day, as he came into my office. “you’re coming to my holiday pool party aren’t you?”
“Wouldn’t miss it,” I replied. My dick twitched in my pants as I thought about seeing Ed and the other hot studs in swim trunks.
“Great,” he grinned. “I’ll see you Saturday night then.”
“Sure thing,” I replied. Ed left and I immediately went to jack off.
As usual, I was early for the party. I couldn’t stand being late for anything.
“John,” Ed greeted me at the door to his large house. He had a robe on that exposed his beefy, hair covered chest. “Come on in. You’re the first one here. Somehow I knew you would be.”
“I thought you might need help with something,” I replied, licking my lips.
