During the past week, business had been slow at the exclusive Nudicles Menswear Shop.  Thirty-year-old owner and manager Harry Nudicles and his new twenty-five year-old chief floor clerk, Roland Cheek, stood by the front window.  They watched a customer climb out of his Cadillac and walk toward the door.

“Oh look,” Harry said.  “Here comes Mr. Malcomb Harder.”

“I don’t think I know him,” Roland said.

“He’s a long-standing customer, and has been buying his clothes from me a long time before you started working here.  He’s extremely wealthy.  He buys $2,000 suits and $800 shirts.  Last month he bought a pair of shoes for $1,100.  He’s very important to us.  I want you to wait on him and give him the very best service. 

Malcomb Harder swept into the store in his long suede coat with Persian Lamb collar.  He was a very fit gentleman and looked very much like a model directly off the pages of GQ Magazine.

“Good afternoon, Harry,” Harder said with a flourish. 

“Good afternoon, Mr. Harder,” Harry said.  “It’s such a pleasure seeing you again.  I want you to meet Mr. Cheek.  He will be assisting you today.”  Harry excused himself and returned to his office.

“Splendid, Cheek.  What’s your first name?”

“Roland, sir.  How can I assist you, sir?  We have some lovely suits that just came in, and . . . .”

“No, no, not today, Cheek.  I’d like to buy a jockstrap.”

Cheek’s mouth fell open.  “A jockstrap?”

“Yes, lead me to them.”

“Right over here, sir, in the underwear department.”

Harder looked over the array of boxes that contained the jockstraps. 

“Pardon me, Sir,” Cheek said, “but may I ask why you will be needing a jockstrap?”

Harder thumbed through the small identical boxes.  “I’ve just turned forty-five and my doctor insists that, at my age, I should stop being so sedentary behind my desk and get some exercise.”

“What kind of exercise, Sir?  Are you sure you need a jockstrap?”

“I plan on taking up a sport.  And it is my understanding that all athletic men wear jockstraps.”

“What kind of sport, Sir?”

“Well, I was thinking about . . . perhaps Ping-Pong.”

“Sir, you won’t need a jockstrap to play Ping-Pong.”

A look of irritation spread across Harder’s face.  “Of course you do.  It’s my understanding that all men who play sports wear jockstraps.”

“But . . . .”  Cheek remembered his boss telling him that Malcomb Harder was to be given anything he wanted.

“Of course,” Cheek said, as he picked up one of the jockstraps.  “This, then, is just what you want.  It will give you the support you need for . . .  Ping-Pong.”

“Splendid,” Harder said.  “Just add it to my account.”

“Yes sir.”

When Harder departed, Cheek hurried back to Harry Nudicles' office.  “Harry, all he wanted was a twenty-five dollar jockstrap.”

“A jockstrap?  What the fuck does he want a jockstrap for?  He looks very fit, but I can’t imagine him playing any sport.  What’s he going to do?  Play football, baseball or, God forbid, wrestling?

“No.  He thinks he needs to wear it to play Ping-Pong.”

“You can’t be serious,” Harry said shaking his head and smiling.  “Well, I hope you sold it to him without questioning him.”

“I did question him briefly, and that’s when he told me about the Ping-Pong.  He said his doctor advised he get some exercise. 

Two days later, Malcomb Harder returned to the store with the unwrapped jockstrap in his hand.

Cheek moved quickly to greet Harder.  “Well, sir, was the jockstrap satisfactory?”

Harder held the jockstrap up in front of Cheek’s face.  “I’m bringing this back for alterations.”

“We don’t really do alterations on jockstraps, sir.  One size fits all.  What seems to be the problem?”

“It’s too small.  It binds me up too tightly.  I need to have it enlarged.”

“But, Sir.  We don’t do alterations on . . . .”

“What?  Are you telling me that you sold me something that doesn’t fit, and now you’re refusing to alter it for me?”

“Oh, no sir.  Please have a seat there while I speak to Mr. Nudicles.  May I pour you a cup of coffee or a glass of wine?”

“Yes. Red, please.”

Cheek rushed back to Nudicles’ office.  “Harry, what do I do now?  Harder wants us to do alterations on his jockstrap.  He says it’s too small.”

“Oh, for God’s sake, Cheek, tell him we’ll do what he wants.  We can’t afford to turn him away.”

“But, Harry, how can I do it?

“You’ll just have to ask him to put it on and see where it’s pinching him.  And then, somehow, we’ll have to figure a way to make it larger.  Now go on.  Don’t keep him waiting.”

Cheek returned to Harder who sat sipping on his wine.

“Mr. Harder, in order to alter it, I will need to have you put it on so I can see what needs to be done.  If you’ll follow me to the dressing room.”

When they arrived in the dressing room, Harder immediately removed his shoes and pants and briefs. 

Cheek was suddenly aware of the reason for Harder’s distress.  Hanging there was a very long and fat, soft penis and a ball sack larger and longer than any set of balls he had ever seen.

“Now put on the jockstrap, Mr. Harder, so I can see how it needs to be altered.”

Harder’s package was so bulky that both his penis and his balls could not be contained in the pouch, but rather poked out on both sides.

“Oh, dear, Mr. Harder,” Cheek said, shaking his head.  “I don’t really know what we can do about this.”

“Well, Cheek, this is bad, but it’s even worse when my penis is hard.”

“Excuse me, sir,” Cheek said.  “Would you normally be getting an erection while you’re playing Ping-Pong?”

“That’s not the point, Cheek.  I’m hard all the time, it seems.  Never can tell when it’s going to spring up.  So what are you going to do about this?”

Cheek scratched his chin.  “Perhaps if you can get it hard right now, I can see the full extent of your problem.”

Harder pulled his penis out of the jockstrap and began stroking it.  “Shit,” he said.  “Wouldn’t you know.  When I want it hard, I can’t get it hard.  I wish Margo were here.  She’s one of my girlfriends.  Whenever she sucks it, it pops right up.”

“Oh, dear,” Cheek said.

Harder looked into Cheeks eyes.  “You don’t think you could give it a little suck, do you?”

“Mr. Harder, will you excuse me for a few minutes?

Cheek rushed into Harry Nudicles’ Office.  “Harry, that bastard wants me to suck his dick so it can get hard.  He wants me to see how useless the jockstrap is in keeping him confined.”

“Goddam it, Cheek, suck his fucking cock.  He’s the most important customer I have and I don’t want to lose him.  I’ve told you that you have to do what it takes to keep him happy.”

“But, Harry.  I can’t do that.  How can you ask me to do such a thing?”

Harry jumped up and rushed by Cheek and out of the office.  “Christ.  I’m not going to let him get away.”

Harry flew into the dressing room to find Harder pulling on his penis in an effort to get it hard.

“Oh, Mr. Harder, can I be of assistance in some way?”

“Well, Harry, I’m trying to get this cock of mine hard so Cheek can see how big this jockstrap needs to be expanded.  I’m afraid it needs to be sucked in order to get hard.  Your man Cheek didn’t seem to want to help me out.”

Harry fell to his knees.  “Well, Sir, I assure you we always stand ready to assist our customers in any way needed.”

“I’m glad to hear that, Harry.”

Harry took hold of Harder’s limp penis and, with only a little hesitation, sucked it into his mouth.

“Ah, yes.” purred Harder.  “Run your tongue all around the head as you suck.  That’s the way Margo always does it.  And it works every time.  And, oh yes, take the whole length of it.  That’s essential.  And also cup my balls with your hand while you’re doing it.  That will help”

Harry began to gag and choke, but kept going. 

Harder put his hand on Harry’s head.  “Okay, I think it’s good and hard now.  You can pull off, Harry.”

Harry obviously didn’t hear, and continued sucking.  Suddenly, he felt his mouth being flooded with Harder’s cum.  This shocked Harry so much that he pulled off quickly as Harder’s cum continued to shoot into his face.

“My God, Harry.  I told you to pull off.  Now, I’m afraid my penis will get soft again.

Harry fell backwards on his ass.  “I’m so sorry Mr. Harder.  I didn’t hear you.”

Harder got back into his briefs and his pants.  “Well, Harry, we’re going to have to try again.  I’ll come back tomorrow.  I’ve got to show you and young Cheek here how difficult it is for me to wear this confounded jockstrap when my penis is hard.  You have to see it in order to determine what kind of alteration you’ll need to do.”

When Harder left, Harry continued sitting on the floor, propped up against the wall of the dressing room.  Drops of cum were dripping off his chin.

Roland Cheek stood by and smiled down at his boss.  “Well, Harry, that was quite a sight with that humongous cock down your throat.”

“Shut up.”  Harry had a dazed look in his eyes.  “Listen, Cheek, tomorrow you’re the one who’s going to take that cock down your throat.”

Cheek helped Harry to his feet.  “You mean you’re still going to pander to that horse’s ass?”

“I told you.  He’s an important customer.  I can’t afford to offend him.” 

The next afternoon, Harder returned with his jockstrap in hand.

“Good afternoon, Mr. Harder,” Harry said as he led the man back into the dressing room.  “I hope we’ll be able to determine today the amount of alteration needed on your jockstrap.”

In the dressing room, Harder once again got out of his clothes. 

Harry smiled graciously.  “Mr. Harder, Mr. Cheek here has agreed to help today in getting your penis hard.”

“Good,” Harder said.  “But I’ve been thinking.  “When I’ve been with Margo, the hardest my penis has ever gotten was when I was fucking her.  She’d get it semi-hard by sucking it a little, and then it would get hard as rock when I fucked her pussy.  I think that’s what I’ll do this time.  Are you ready, Mr. Cheek?”

“Wait a minute, Mr. Harder.  I don’t have a pussy.”

Harder smiled.  “Oh, but you have an asshole.  Margo always loved it most in her asshole, and my penis always got its very hardest when it was fucking her asshole.  Please drop your pants, Mr. Cheek.  Suck on my penis for a few minutes to get it semi-hard and then turn around and let me get it really hard in your asshole.”

Cheek looked at his boss with alarm as Harry nodded with a smile.

“Go ahead, Cheek.  Do as Mr. Harder requests.  We always aim to be of the greatest service to our most important customers.”

Cheek lowered his pants and knelt before Harder.  He took hold of Harder’s long limp penis and stared at it for a long minute.  Then he opened his mouth and slowly wrapped his lips around the huge meaty member.  As he sucked, he could feel the penis increasing in size inside his mouth.

“Now, Mr. Cheek,” Harder said, “if you will turn around and get on your hands and knees, I will proceed to build my erection inside your rectum.

Cheek squeezed his eyes closed and grimaced, waiting for the pain of Harder’s flaming penis entering his hole.  Then, as he felt it pushing deep into his body, he gave out a muffled noise of pain. 

As Harry Nudicles stood and watched this enormous rod of meat entering, and then sliding in and out of his associate’s asshole, he felt an excitement sweeping over him.  He had never seen anything like this before.  There was a strange eroticism about it that made his own penis begin to jump and throb inside his shorts.  He noticed that Cheek was now quiet, except for just a hint of a soft moan. 

Harder’s arm muscles began to flex and tense up as he held onto Cheek’s hips.  Then it became obvious that the man was having an orgasm as he pumped his cum into Cheek’s ass.

Harder pulled out immediately.  “Now, Harry, here it is.  Good and hard, still.  Here, I’ll put on this jockstrap and you can see how it fits with my penis hard.”

Cheek collapsed on the floor and looked up at this mound of hard penis and balls only partially contained in the jockstrap, while Harry gazed down at it with glassy eyes and open mouth.

“Well?” Harder said impatiently.  “What do you think?  Are you going to be able to do an alteration on this thing so everything will fit?”

Harry quickly took the tape measure from around his neck and began measuring at all angles the width and breadth of the fleshy package.  Cheek took the pen from his pocket and jotted down the measurements as Harry called them out.

“Well?” said Harder.

Harry’s voice shook as he spoke.  “I think . . . I think we can put something together that will work for you, Mr. Harder.  If you can give us a few days.”

Harder got back into his clothes.  “All right.  Call me when you’re ready for me to come back in for a final fitting.”

“Yes Sir.” 

When Harder left, Harry Nudicles and Roland Cheek walked slowly back to the office.  Harry sat heavily in his desk chair and Cheek collapsed on the small sofa in front of the desk. 

“Wow,” Harry said.  “I’ve never seen anything like that.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean when he was . . . you know . . . fucking you.  Did it hurt?”

“It did at first.”  Cheek turned his head and looked out the window.  “But then, it was okay.  It was the oddest feeling.  Not really odd, I guess.  Maybe I shouldn’t say this, but it felt kind of good.  I began to think that . . . I didn’t want him to stop.  And I saw you rubbing your . . . you know.  I could tell you were hard and that it kind of excited you to see it.”

“I think it did excite me,” Harry said.  “I have to admit I’m hard right now thinking about it.  You know . . . about what it must have felt like.”

“I even had a strange feeling,” Cheek said, “that I liked the sensation of his penis in my mouth.  I never thought I would.  But I did.  How about you, Harry?”

“Same here.  And I even liked the load of cum he shot down my throat.  Before that, I would have thought there could be nothing as nasty as that.  But, Christ, it was good.”

Cheek and Nudicles sat in silence for a long time, each thinking privately about the almost unearthly sexual experience they’d just had with Mr. Harder.

“It’s almost closing time,” Harry said.  “When we close up, I think I need a drink.  Let’s stop off at Happy’s Bar for a drink before going home.  I’m buying. 

At Happy’s Bar, they found a booth in a dark secluded corner.  They each ordered a draft beer, and sat quietly next to each other with their own thoughts.  When they ordered a second round, Harry spoke up.

“You know that was a wild experience today.”

“It sure was,” Cheek responded. 

Again, they sat quietly until they ordered their third round.

“Roland,” Harry finally said, “Have you ever tasted your own cum?”

“Sure.  But I never had another guy’s cum in my mouth.  What was it like?”

“It was just like my own.  But, at the same time, it was better in a way.  I don’t know why.”

“Maybe I should try it sometime,” Cheek said with a silent chuckle.

“Yeah, maybe.  Hey, what was it like to have his cock up your ass, and to get his cum shot up there?”

“Like I told you before, it was strangely good.  Really good.  It’s hard to explain.”

“Do you think you’d ever do it again if you had the chance?”

“I don’t know.  I guess, maybe.”

“Did it make your ass sore? Harry asked.

“Not really.  It feels kind of good, except I still feel his cum bubbling out into my underwear.”

“Shit, Roland, thinking about it’s making me kind of hard.”

Cheek reached over and patted Harry’s bulge.  “Yeah, you are good and hard.”

“Yeah, and so are you,” Harry said, reaching over and touching Cheek’s bulge.

They ordered a fourth round and sat quietly for several long minutes sipping on their beer.

“Well,” Harry finally said, “It’s getting pretty late.  Maybe it’s time to get home.”

“Yeah.”

As they approached their cars in the parking lot, Harry looked at his watch and said, “Gosh, it isn’t as late as I thought it was.  On your way home, would you like to stop by my place for a short nightcap?”

“Yeah, thanks.  That’ll be nice.  One more drink won’t hurt, I guess.” 

When they arrived at Harry’s apartment, Cheek sat down on the sofa.  Harry went to the other room to listen to a voice-mail message on his phone.  After he listened to it, he went to the kitchen and brought out two bottles of beer.

“That was my girlfriend.  I forgot all about it.  I was supposed to pick her up after work to go out for dinner.  She sounded kind of pissed I didn’t show up.  But I wasn’t in the mood for her anyway.”

Harry sat next to Cheek and reached over and squeezed his bulge.  He laughed.  “I see you’re still hard.  So am I.  I guess I’ll have to have a good jerk-off tonight.  It’ll take the place of a good fuck.  I wonder if fucking an asshole is any better than fucking a pussy.  Old Mr. Harder seemed to think it was good.  And you thought it was good to have your asshole fucked, too.  I guess I’ll just have to dream about it.”

Cheek reached over and ran his hand down the back of Harry’s pants and pushed his fingers through Harry’s ass crack.

“Well, Harry, maybe you don’t have to just dream about it.  I’d kind of like to know what it would be like to push my own cock up into an asshole like Harder did to me.”

Harry reached over and unzipped Cheek’s fly and pulled out his raging hard-on.  “Yeah, maybe we should find out.”

“Okay.”

Harry rose and, taking Cheek by the hand, led him into the bedroom.  Without a word, they both stripped off their clothes and let them fall to the floor.  As they stood there, they both reached out and wrapped their arms around each other’s naked body.  Their lips met.  Neither of them had ever touched another man’s naked body nor had they ever kissed another man. 

Still with their arms around each other, they fell onto the bed. 

Harry pulled back a little and looked into Cheek’s eyes.  “Uh, Roland.  Are you all right with this.  I feel a little funny.  You know, with us lying here like this.”

“I know,” Cheek said.  “I feel kind of funny too.  But I guess it’s okay.  How about you?”

Harry rolled on top of Roland.  “Yeah, it’s okay.  Yeah.  Yeah."

They were both feeling the effects of the alcohol and, from that moment on, neither felt any inhibitions about showing the passion they now felt for each other.

They both had an overwhelming desire to take each other’s hard penis into their mouths.  Twisting around into a 69 position, they sucked hard and deep, while running their hands over the soft hair on each other’s legs.

Soon, Harry pulled off and said, “Fuck me, Roland.  Please fuck me.  I want to know how it feels.”

Harry lay on his back with his legs pulled up, bringing his asshole into full view.

“Wow,” Cheek said as he peered into Harry’s ass crack.  “I don’t think I’ve ever seen an asshole before.  I haven’t seen my own, and I sure haven’t seen another guy’s asshole.  It looks so tight.  I don’t know if I can get my penis into it.”

“Harder got his into your asshole,” Harry said.  “Why don’t you try and see if you can do it.”

Cheek got into position and mounted Harry so his hard penis was touching Harry’s asshole.

“I think I’m going to need some lubricant,” Cheek said.

“Why don’t you put some saliva on my hole.  That’s what I do sometimes when I fuck a dry pussy.”

“How do I do that?”

“Well, I get a pussy wet with my tongue,” Harry said.

“Wait a minute.  Do you expect me to put my tongue on your asshole?”

“Listen Roland, I sure don’t want you sticking that hard cock into me with no lubricant.”

Cheek dismounted and looked hard into Harry’s asshole.  He closed his eyes and slowly lowered his face into Harry’s trench.  He touched the asshole with the tip of his tongue.”

“Are you okay?” Harry asked.

Cheek said nothing, but Harry could feel Cheek’s tongue begin to sweep across his asshole and press hard against it.  Then he heard a slurping sound like a dog drinking water.

Cheek quickly pulled his tongue away and remounted Harry.  With a sudden lunge, He sent the full length of his gorged cock into Harry’s asshole.

“God, that feels good,” Harry murmured. 

Cheek grunted with each thrust.  “It sure feels a lot better that fucking a pussy.  I think I’m gonna cum, Harry.  Oooh, God!”

Cheek slowly pulled his penis out of Harry’s asshole and collapsed on top of him.  “I’ve never cum so fast in my life.  Your good tight asshole snapping on my cock was a lot better than any cunt I ever fucked.  How did you like it, Harry?”

“I’ve never felt anything so hot in my life.  I wish you could do it again right now.”

“Maybe later.”

“Now get on your back, Roland, and let me fuck you.”

Harry plunged his face into Cheek’s ass crack and flooded his asshole with saliva.  As he pounded his cock into the young man’s ass, he felt Cheek’s hands squeezing his ass cheeks.  Just as Cheek had done, Harry felt his orgasm about to explode.  He pulled out suddenly and got onto his knees, shooting volley after volley of his hot thick cum all over Cheek’s face and mouth.

Cheek licked as much of it off his lips as he could.

Harry said, “When Harder shot his load onto my face, it really tasted good.  I just thought I’d do the same thing for you so you could taste another guy’s cum.  It’s really good, isn’t it? 

It was almost 4:00 a.m. before Harry and Cheek, both exhausted, fell asleep.  They had fucked each other twice and sucked each other off twice.  Since it was now Sunday, they slept until Noon.  When they awoke, the room reeked with the smell of cum and sweat and sex.  They took a shower together, during which they sucked each other off again.

That afternoon, they agreed they had to start thinking about how to alter a jockstrap, or at least build a new one for Mr. Harder.  They went back to the store and, realizing no alteration was possible, they decided to build one from scratch, sewing together several pieces of very heavy fabric.  When it was completed, it looked less like a jockstrap and more like a large industrial sling used to hold up heavy equipment.

Cheek hung the ungainly-looking contraption on a hook and stood back.  “That is the most ridiculous obscenity I’ve ever seen.”

Harry shook his head.  “I’m beginning to change my mind about Harder.  He’s taking advantage of us, making us look like a couple of fucking fools.  I’m about ready to say fuck Malcomb Harder.  If this is the price he’s making us pay for his stupid folly, we don’t need him.  He’s a first-class asshole.”

“I agree.  Maybe we should show him what a good fuck in the asshole is really like.  He thinks fucking assholes is so great, maybe we should let him know what it’s like on the receiving end.” 

The next afternoon, Malcomb Harder swept into the store.  “Well, Cheek, thanks for the call.  I’m here to pick up my altered jockstrap.”

“Yes sir.  Just for you, we made-to-order a whole new one.  I’m sure you’ll like it.  Please follow me to the dressing room.”

When they arrived in the dressing room, they found a smiling Harry Nudicles proudly holding up the lovely creation.  Cheek hadn’t noticed it before, but it now struck him that the thing looked more like a cow’s udder than a jockstrap.

“Now, Mr. Harder,” Harry said, “if you will remove your clothes—all of them this time, please—, we’ll try it on.”

Harder quickly shed every stitch of his clothing and stood there expectantly.  He was so excited that his penis was now at full mast, hard and throbbing.

Roland carefully installed the new jockstrap with Harder’s massive cock and balls, completely and snugly contained within it.

Harder stood before the full-length mirror and smiled as he admired the sight from different angles. 

After many minutes, Harder began to undo the straps and remove it.  “It’s absolutely perfect,” he said.  “If you will wrap this up and put it on my bill.”

“Just a minute, sir,” Harry said.  “Since you are one of our most special customers, we would like to give you a bonus to go along with your new creation.  You may not have realized it at the time, Sir, but Cheek here and I enjoyed helping you the other day in getting your penis hard.  It was an experience every good man should have.”

“Well, no,” Harder said with a condescending laugh, “I didn’t actually realize it was enjoyable for you.  Let’s just say that your enjoyment was extra payment for the hard work you did in creating this lovely jockstrap."

“Oh, no,” Harry said, “we wish to give YOU a gift for the pleasure you gave US.  And that gift is our giving you a chance to experience the same pleasure.”

“Well, Harry, you don’t need . . . .”

“Let me have your jockstrap,” Harry said, “and I’ll hang it on this hook.  Now please lie down on your back on the carpet.”

“What the . . . ?”

“Now lift your legs as high as you can.”  Harry raised the man’s huge bag of balls that was splayed out on the carpet and completely covering his asshole.  “My goodness, Mr. Harder, you do have a lovely asshole there.  Are you ready to experience the great pleasure of having my rigid cock penetrate your asshole?  I can vouch for the fact that having a large cock up the ass is an experience you’ll never forget.”

“Well, I . . . .”

Harry lay on his stomach and drenched the noble asshole with a copious amount of saliva.

"Now, we wish to double the pleasure.  If you will open your mouth as wide as you can, Mr. Harder, Cheek here will excite you by getting into position and inserting his raging penis into it as I plow my own considerable rod of meat into your asshole."

Harder looked stupefied as he gazed up into Cheek’s crotch and saw the great dangling pole descending toward his mouth.

“You’re going to love it, Sir.  Double the cock, double the pleasure, as I always say.”

Harder started to utter something but he was stifled when Cheek’s pulsating shaft buried itself in his mouth.  At the same moment, Harry’s cock plunged deep into the man’s asshole.  Both pistoned their hard meat into Harder like a two-cylinder engine at full throttle.  The man was helpless.  He lay there like a heretic being nailed to the cross. 

Harry and Cheek had agreed they would make every effort to cum together.  As they continued their Herculean pummeling of this pile of defenseless flesh, they looked at each other and smiled.  Harry gave the signal that he was about to cum with a nod of his head.  Cheek was also ready, and they let it fly.  Their faces contorted as their powerful orgasms swept through their bodies and their hot cum exploded into Harder’s body through both ends.

After several minutes of catching their breaths, they pulled out.  Harder lay there looking dead, obliterated, and totally trashed.  Cum ran from the corner of his mouth down his cheek and onto his neck.  Suddenly a great fart blasted from his asshole, spraying Harry’s cum all over the carpet.

Harry looked into Harder’s face.  “Mr. Harder?  You all right?”

Harder opened one eye and, with more cum bubbling out of his mouth, he murmured, “You mother-fucking assholes.  Do it again.”

“We can’t right now, Mr. Harder,” Cheek said.  “Maybe later.  Don’t you love it?  Don’t you love getting fucked like that?”

“Do it again.  Do it again.”  Harder had obviously become delirious.  “Do it again.”

Harry and Cheek took hold of Harder’s shoulders and moved him over to a sitting position against the wall.  As though he were in a dream, Harder took hold of his gorged cock and started jacking it off.  His heavy balls bounced on the floor as he stroked.

Harry gently removed Harder’s hand, and took the throbbing member into his mouth.  For the next several minutes, Harry and Cheek took turns sucking on it.  When Harder started to cum, they both put their mouths on the head and both took their share of the man’s cum.

It was not long before Harder began to come out of his semi-conscious reverie and realize what had just happened.

“My God,” he said, “I think I’ve been fucked.  Was it you?”  Harder looked into both their faces.

“Yeah,” Harry said.  “Mr. Cheek and I just gave you our thank-you gift.  Did you enjoy it? 

Harder stood up.  It was obvious that he now had a full realization of what had just happened to him.  He grabbed his shirt and held it over his mound of genitals.  He looked fiercely into Harry’s eyes.

“You took advantage of me, Nudicles.  How dare you.  Do you know who I am.  No one takes advantage of Malcomb Harder without a price.  I could have you ruined.  Do you know that?”

“Yes,” Harry said proudly.  “I know who you are, and I don’t give a flying turd.  Take your fucking jockstrap or sling or whatever it is, and get out of here.  Go see your cocksucking Margo and see if she can give you as good a fuck as we’ve given you.”

“Well,” Harder shouted as he put on his clothes, “I will not be insulted.  Nobody gets away with that.  Nobody.”

Harry smiled and spoke softly.  “You forced us to suck your cock, Harder, and you fucked us.  That would make interesting news for your business associates and colleagues, wouldn’t it?

“You’re slime, both of you.”

“Well, we’re in good company, aren’t we?  Now take your fucking oversized jockstrap and get out of my store.”

“You’ll never get another dime’s worth of business from me, Nudicles.”

“That’s the best news I’ve had all day.  Now get out.”

“I’ll ruin you.  You’ll hear about this.”

“Fuck you, Harder.”

As Harder rushed to his car, Harry and Cheek broke down in laughter.

“I think this calls for a drink,” Cheek said.  “Let’s make it my place tonight.  What do you say?”

After putting up the “Closed” sign on the door, they threw their arms around each other’s shoulder and headed for their cars.