A Quick Release

A Quick Release
by AladdinAbu
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Mr. Lodge's study was soundproof for many reasons. The first of these were all the secret business meetings and stock market-related phone calls he had to make in private. The second was that, on rare occasion, loneliness caught up to him. It was one of those days. A chain of stores he owned was going belly up, and a cherished member on his board of directors had just resigned, leaving it up to him to choose a new candidate. All Hiram wanted was to sit back and enjoy himself.

Hermione Lodge had passed away over six years ago. Not that Hiram, her widower, had ever really been in love with her - but they had been good friends, partnered together through an arranged matrimony. He dearly missed her. Which meant he was lonely.

He didn't know when he started. At first, he simply enjoyed the usual pornography, sweaty men and sweaty women writhing around. Little by little, however, he noticed he wasn't watching the women as much has he once had. Discreet purchases on websites sent shipped to a PO box brought him a new source of entertainment, wherein he watched two oiled-up manly men fondle each other, kiss each other... and more. But he never acted on this curious interest - he never pursued another romantic partner at all. But at least he now understood why Hermione had always seemed less than satisfied with their lovemaking: his heart wasn't in it.

Slacks dropped to his ankles as Mr. Lodge stroked himself, slouched down in his leather chair. His rump stuck to it. The door was closed, the curtains were drawn, but the normally-locked cabinet beneath his big-screen television was open, one of the movies in the player. He continued to manipulate himself, ogling the scene playing out before him, and relishing his time spent alone.

Suddenly, the door swung open, and an annoying voice shouted, "Sorry, Mr. Lodge! I know it's an antique vase, but I- I'll bring over some super glue, and you'll never-"

"ARCHIE!" he growled automatically. "How many times?! Are you ever going to order a replacement foot for your other left one?!"

"Mr. Lodge," Archie said in a quiet voice. "What are... what is that?"

The red-haired boy wandered over toward the TV, staring at it in shock and confusion. Hiram could only feel cold; he had been found out. What would become of the once-great head of Lodge Enterprises now? But he was a shrewd businessman, which meant his brain could kick in before he sorted out his emotions. "Lad, do me a favor and close and lock the door. We need to discuss this."

Archie obeyed numbly. Hiram would never forget to lock the door again - but now he had this problem to solve. "Right. What you see here, is, well, a sort of pastime. No one else need know about it. Am I clear?"

"But sir," the boy went on, mesmerised, "those are... two guys... why aren't there any girls?"

"Because it's... homosexual porn," he said gruffly. Part of him was amused to realize he'd never said such a thing out loud at any point in his life until now. "There won't be any women in it - though I do have some with women."

"Wow, that's crazy," he said, walking closer to the TV. "Hmm... whoa, are they going to- hey, but- golly!"

"There's little shame in it," he mostly tried to convince himself. "I've been without a spouse for quite some years. It's either this, or purchase hookers. I'd say this is the less disgusting alternative."

"Sir," Archie whispered as he turned, "you don't... actually want to do those things, do y- WHAA?!"

Hiram had been trying very hard to make his erection fade, but it was impossible. Another person being in the room, making himself self-conscious, only made it worse - and then there was the film still playing, still filling him with impure thoughts. Frowning, he eased one hand over himself, obscuring the view somewhat. "Now you see why I don't do this in the living room, I'd wager?"

"Sir, that's- how can you? With Ronnie in the house, with the servants? I... I didn't know, it-"

"Easy, son." Mr. Lodge noticed his daughter's friend was having some trouble standing; was he going to pass out? "They are beside the point. I do this here, in the privacy of my own room in my own home. They are not invited to this one-man party; it is like bathing or using the toilet. Understand?"

"Sorry," he fretted, freckled face now nearly as red as his hair. "Wasn't trying to say you're wrong about it, just that... well, it's weird. I've never seen... two men, with really big... I'm not sure what to think about it, to be honest."

Hiram lifted an eyebrow. "Looks like your body has decided for you."

Archie glanced down, and found he wasn't wrong; there was a bulge in his trousers. "Uhh... wait, what is- no, don't jump the gun, here, I'm not-"

"Just to be sure," Mr. Lodge said as he reached out - and felt along Archie's erection. It was of a decent size, firm, thick. Archie made a small gasp, then was silent as he was fondled. "Yes. You are most definitely aroused."

"What do I do?" the boy asked, breath coming ragged. "This is so wrong, I don't want to feel like-"

"Relax, my young friend." Mr. Lodge smiled. "Come, join me on this loveseat."

The two moved over to the loveseat, Archie sitting down hesitantly. "It's quite allright. We shall both take care of our conditions, then you can be on your merry way. Clear?"

"No, no," he breathed, "I don't want to d-do anything like that!"

"Then how will you explain this erection to my dear daughter?" When Archie said nothing, he sighed. "It shouldn't take long. Here."

Archie leaned back slightly when Mr. Lodge unzipped his jeans. A moment of fumbling, and his shaft bounced out into the low light of the screen and the curtain-obscured windows. Hiram stroked it gently with a few fingers, then made himself draw back. "It's easy as pie, m'boy. Just wrap your hand around it and move up and down. Once you've finished up, you'll be ready to go back out."

The young man began doing so, and Hiram wasted no time in removing his jeans as he did so - then his shoes and socks, so he could get the pants off. Shame filled the younger man's eyes as he touched himself, breathing faster. Hiram put a hand on Archie's hand to stop him, then pulled his cock through his underwear as he took them off. "Mr. Lodge-"

"It can get messy, Mr. Andrews." He tossed Archie's clothes and shoes onto the chair, then leaned back. "Now then, enjoy yourself and you'll be done in no time. I've lube, if you like."

"No, I- I'm okay here, thanks."

For an intense few minutes, both men stared at the wrestling boys on screen, manipulating themselves and panting as the objects they observed were. Mr. Lodge slowly removed his shirt and tie as he began to sweat too much. Now it was only Archie wearing a shirt, and otherwise they were completely in the buff.

"Sir, I really sh-shouldn't be- this can't be-"

"Oh, look at that," Mr. Lodge remarked as he pointed out one man reaming the other. "How about we try that?"

"I, uh... I don't think I want to," he laughed, even as he leaned back more and stroked harder, eyes glued to the screen.

"Here," he grunted, heaving Archie up with surprising strength onto his lap. At first, he simply continued to stroke the boy and himself at the same time, reveling in the sensation. "Doesn't that feel nice, Archie? Far more fun than a sock hop."

Archie gave no reply; he was too shocked and dumbfounded at their behavior. Hiram breathed deeply into Archie's neck, filling himself up with the heady aroma of maleness. Archie's cock throbbed under his fingers as he went faster, releasing himself to fondle the taut sack beneath his companion's shaft. "D-don't," Archie said weakly, spreading his legs wider.

'What a well-muscled backside,' the man thought of the youngster. He nuzzled into his neck as he reached over and extracted a handful of lube from the pump, rubbing it up and down his own shaft. Then, with great ease, he pushed a coated fingertip against the boy's virgin hole.

"Wait!" Archie yelped, bucking upward and away. "That's not- you can't do that!"

"They're doing it," he said, indicating the couple they had been ogling. "And it won't take long, I promise - you'll finish faster, I bet."

"Uhhhnnh," Archie moaned as the finger slid inside. Mr. Lodge wasted no time forcing the hole to slowly open more, grow wider, as Archie wiggled and shook from the unwanted ministrations. "That feels weird," he panted. "Are... are you sure we... can do this?"

"It's all right to do it once or twice," he assured him kindly, as if it were true. "Just as long as you don't make a habit out of it."

He was already panting when Mr. Lodge's thick, wrinkled old cock began to slide into him, and a matter of seconds later, his back arched as he was filled to the hilt. "NOW touch yourself," he commanded.

Archie did - and he moaned. "Ohh, it's so much... so much more sensitive... I feel more, a lot more..."

"As do I," Hiram grunted, and he slowly began thrusting in and out. Archie's moans of pleasure stimulated him far more than the sounds on the video, and he hungrily yanked Archie's shirt off so he could feel skin on skin, caress the toned chest of the younger male. Harder and harder, he rode his daughter's friend, slamming into his sensitive little hole with reckless abandon. As long as they only did this one time, what did it matter how wild and raunchy their tryst?

"Mr. Lodge, s-somethin's hap- happening! I'm... I'm gonna-"

"Let it all go, my son!" the man moaned wildly, reaching around to fondle Archie's balls again, squeezing gently as he felt the hand brushing his own as it came down with each stroke. "Be free, and release!"

"Uhn! Uhhn! UHHHNNNNHHHH!!"

The spray that flew upward was a spectacular fount if he'd ever seen one. Hiram could feel all of himself pouring out into his partner's rectum, and rejoiced from the clenching that made it yet greater. They both lay like that, reclined, basking in the feeling of release for several minutes before Archie spoke.

"I, uh... ow, my butt hurts..."

"It will, a little," he told him. "For the rest of the day, maybe - and then it will feel just dandy. Don't pay it any mind."

As Archie slowly withdrew the elder man's softening flesh from inside him, he stood woozily and turned around. Mr. Lodge smiled at the sight of the cum-covered stomach, and wished he had a camera to save such an image. "What... should we tell Veronica?"

"Tell Veronica what?"

"That we just had... y'know... the 's' word!"

Mr. Lodge laughed. "But we haven't, my boy. This was nothing more than a quick release of pent-up energies. Ask yourself, have we kissed?"

"Nnno..."

"Then it wasn't really anything," he said dismissively as he strode to the cabinet and grabbed a box. "A quick bit of fun. Baby wipe?"

Archie cleaned himself up, then dressed; Hiram did the same. Finally, once he'd stopped the video, they opened the door. "Not a word to anyone. You understand, discretion and so forth."

"Sure. Um..."

This was perhaps the first and last time Archie and Mr. Lodge shook hands with uncomfortable smiles on their faces. However, it wouldn't be the last time Hiram thought back on it, and relived the glorious day all over again in the privacy of his own soundproof study.

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THE END (please review... or don't :P)