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Gay Male / 37
The Stables Were Turned On Me So The Investigation Went Nowhere
This is about a one night stand. The unexpected kind. The business I work in has branch offices around the country, and a few in foreign countries. My job is in Internal Controls, and in addition to designing, documenting, and developing procedures (yes it is boring) I also have responsibilities of auditing these controls. It's not a social job and I'm not the most welcome person around with Internal Audit written all over my forehead. One of the core internal control problems is fraternization with fellow employees, in particular employees within a department and supervisor subordinate relationship. The short control procedure is 'Don't fuck the help'.
We get a whistleblower report about some bad stuff going on in Fort Lauderdale. I volunteer to go out and take a look, usually something for a junior member of the squad but Florida and having been cooped up I go. I do the routine stuff, go visit several vendors, interview the branch manager, do spot inventory checks in the warehouse. All this is cover for my real objective, the Manager is fucking a vendor and he's getting a kickback. It's delicate stuff, this man is tenured. I follow him after work, I've done many of these types of stakeouts, you have to have proof.
He goes to this dark entry in the corner of a strip mall. I sit in the parking lot and men come and go, all sorts of men, some come out in half an hour and others are there for a while. The manager was there for quite a while, it got late, I was hungry, but I was on the job. Around eleven the curiosity gets the better part of me and I decide to enter the club, deciding that the manager had gotten out and I had missed him. The club was dark inside, the music loud enough to cover conversations that don't need to be heard or recorded, men at the bar, men at the tables, two men dancing. I get a beer and decide to go stand against the wall and blend in and watch.
I see this one man kiss this other man. Another couple of men dance, a couple sits down, a table has some small pizzas delivered, the bartender owner a man in his fifties , a man stands beside me, shoulder to shoulder, he whispers in my ear 'care to get a table, how about a dance'. I look, he's a hard working man, he's holding his beer mug in a grip, not by the handle. "I don't bite, well not until the right moment, Let's sit' and he leads me over to a booth, there are several, dark booths, as we walk by there are men holding hands, two men kissing on the same side of the booth, I slip in on one side and he slips in beside me.
"I've been watching you, you don't look like you're comfortable" and he puts his arm around my shoulder. "Sometime a man needs company, a man to show him around". The bartender manager comes around and my new friend orders some sliders. "You look hungry, need to fatten you up". We get another couple of beers, he grips the mug and swallows half of the beer in one long swallow. I hold the beer in my hand, small accountant's hands, I feel like a girl. I feel him grip me to him and he turns and holds my face and kisses me. "I've been wanting to kiss you since I saw you sitting outside the club".
We leave the rental car in the parking lot and I go with him in his work truck. We go to a small motel and we go around back to a door without a number, the bed's small, and old tv, a small bathroom with one towel. "They change the sheets and towels once a week". He puts the security chain on the door, I lay back on the bed and he kisses me for real. My pants are halfway down, he's sucking on my cock, his pants are off, his cock is in my face. There's a hunger you feel. his hot breath, his cock smells that deep musk smell of a working man, I have never felt more like a girl.
It's not a long time thing, he gets me into his preferred position, which is laying me on my stomach with the pillow under me, he uses lots of saliva, rubs it in with his finger, it takes too long I want it in, he backs off and rims me, for a long time, minutes not seconds, "I like sissies with their smooth asses and pink assholes, It's a weakness I have". I can't last, my cock is beyond control and I cum into the pillow. Then he decides to fuck me. You always feel that it's too big, it's not going to fit. But he's a strong man and he knows what he's doing and it fits, just barely, it works its way in. He's fucking, I call out for my mother, it's a sissy thing and I feel bad about it, "you want your mommy" and he fucks me hard and cums with what seams like a gallon.
All I get is a kiss, he cleans up with the sheet, "Get dressed" and he takes me back to the parking lot, it's 1 a.m., I get out, and he leaves and I'm standing alone in a parking lot, two men come out of the club and walk over to the lone car on the other side. I get in the car and make it back to my motel and dream dreams that men don't dream, sissy dreams of being kissed and fucked, I masturbate into the sheets and get a few hours sleep.
At the branch office the next morning I can't get into my work. The paperwork is perfect, all the signatures and support. But kickbacks are never discovered by paperwork, I have more work to do. I have to find the vendor. When I leave with the manager we go to his car out back, there's a man loading up his truck, a heavy set man, we catch each other's eye, I recognize the boots. He waves me off and gets in his truck. The audit is over right then and there. I've been made, set up, fucked and spit out. The manager smiles. Nothing to find here.
I know , because we had sent in undercover detectives, that the manager has a boyfriend who works for a vendor and we have pictures of them, kissing. We had the detectives talk to the vendor, they swore that there was nothing going on. The manager lives above his means, too nice of a car, too nice of an apartment, too much time with his boyfriend, too many pictures of them together. The picture I keep for future protection, is the manager's mouth around his boyfriend's cock. There are other pictures, but we destroyed those and concluded there was no evidence of a kickback scheme, at least one that we could prove.
We get a whistleblower report about some bad stuff going on in Fort Lauderdale. I volunteer to go out and take a look, usually something for a junior member of the squad but Florida and having been cooped up I go. I do the routine stuff, go visit several vendors, interview the branch manager, do spot inventory checks in the warehouse. All this is cover for my real objective, the Manager is fucking a vendor and he's getting a kickback. It's delicate stuff, this man is tenured. I follow him after work, I've done many of these types of stakeouts, you have to have proof.
He goes to this dark entry in the corner of a strip mall. I sit in the parking lot and men come and go, all sorts of men, some come out in half an hour and others are there for a while. The manager was there for quite a while, it got late, I was hungry, but I was on the job. Around eleven the curiosity gets the better part of me and I decide to enter the club, deciding that the manager had gotten out and I had missed him. The club was dark inside, the music loud enough to cover conversations that don't need to be heard or recorded, men at the bar, men at the tables, two men dancing. I get a beer and decide to go stand against the wall and blend in and watch.
I see this one man kiss this other man. Another couple of men dance, a couple sits down, a table has some small pizzas delivered, the bartender owner a man in his fifties , a man stands beside me, shoulder to shoulder, he whispers in my ear 'care to get a table, how about a dance'. I look, he's a hard working man, he's holding his beer mug in a grip, not by the handle. "I don't bite, well not until the right moment, Let's sit' and he leads me over to a booth, there are several, dark booths, as we walk by there are men holding hands, two men kissing on the same side of the booth, I slip in on one side and he slips in beside me.
"I've been watching you, you don't look like you're comfortable" and he puts his arm around my shoulder. "Sometime a man needs company, a man to show him around". The bartender manager comes around and my new friend orders some sliders. "You look hungry, need to fatten you up". We get another couple of beers, he grips the mug and swallows half of the beer in one long swallow. I hold the beer in my hand, small accountant's hands, I feel like a girl. I feel him grip me to him and he turns and holds my face and kisses me. "I've been wanting to kiss you since I saw you sitting outside the club".
We leave the rental car in the parking lot and I go with him in his work truck. We go to a small motel and we go around back to a door without a number, the bed's small, and old tv, a small bathroom with one towel. "They change the sheets and towels once a week". He puts the security chain on the door, I lay back on the bed and he kisses me for real. My pants are halfway down, he's sucking on my cock, his pants are off, his cock is in my face. There's a hunger you feel. his hot breath, his cock smells that deep musk smell of a working man, I have never felt more like a girl.
It's not a long time thing, he gets me into his preferred position, which is laying me on my stomach with the pillow under me, he uses lots of saliva, rubs it in with his finger, it takes too long I want it in, he backs off and rims me, for a long time, minutes not seconds, "I like sissies with their smooth asses and pink assholes, It's a weakness I have". I can't last, my cock is beyond control and I cum into the pillow. Then he decides to fuck me. You always feel that it's too big, it's not going to fit. But he's a strong man and he knows what he's doing and it fits, just barely, it works its way in. He's fucking, I call out for my mother, it's a sissy thing and I feel bad about it, "you want your mommy" and he fucks me hard and cums with what seams like a gallon.
All I get is a kiss, he cleans up with the sheet, "Get dressed" and he takes me back to the parking lot, it's 1 a.m., I get out, and he leaves and I'm standing alone in a parking lot, two men come out of the club and walk over to the lone car on the other side. I get in the car and make it back to my motel and dream dreams that men don't dream, sissy dreams of being kissed and fucked, I masturbate into the sheets and get a few hours sleep.
At the branch office the next morning I can't get into my work. The paperwork is perfect, all the signatures and support. But kickbacks are never discovered by paperwork, I have more work to do. I have to find the vendor. When I leave with the manager we go to his car out back, there's a man loading up his truck, a heavy set man, we catch each other's eye, I recognize the boots. He waves me off and gets in his truck. The audit is over right then and there. I've been made, set up, fucked and spit out. The manager smiles. Nothing to find here.
I know , because we had sent in undercover detectives, that the manager has a boyfriend who works for a vendor and we have pictures of them, kissing. We had the detectives talk to the vendor, they swore that there was nothing going on. The manager lives above his means, too nice of a car, too nice of an apartment, too much time with his boyfriend, too many pictures of them together. The picture I keep for future protection, is the manager's mouth around his boyfriend's cock. There are other pictures, but we destroyed those and concluded there was no evidence of a kickback scheme, at least one that we could prove.
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