I completed the last few sentences of my report for the faculty meeting and saved my document, stretching and glancing out the window as I waited for the computer to finish the save operation. I was surprised to see that it was dark, and looked at the clock on my desk. Geez, it was already eight o'clock! Quickly shutting down and turning off my computer, I grabbed my briefcase and left my office.

About a year ago the college had found itself in the middle of an education boom and quickly attempted to handle the influx of new students by hiring a great deal of faculty and staff. Office space was non-existent in the original buildings built in the late eighteen hundreds, and rather than expend too much of its capital funds, the college fiscal officer suggested the purchase of 'temporary' buildings, quickly slapped up prefabricated double and triple wide trailers that had their wheels removed and pylons installed to hold them up. The campus had large, multiple parking lots located by every original building, so it was decreed by the college president that all new faculty and staff would be located beside the original building in temporary buildings. Over the next summer break these buildings were erected, and outside of Powers Hall that housed the decrepit computer science program were three such buildings. I had been selected as the faculty lead for the computer science program, and this automatically made me the director of the program. The first thing we did was to move the program staff into the temporaries and create enough office space for everybody, something we had not had for a very long time. The CS faculty were allocated the abandoned offices, and everybody was happy. I had requested moving out of my cramped office into the newly built temporaries that had my staff in it, and now occupied a very large and very well lit office in one of the buildings.

My building had my office, my secretary's office, and a large conference room, dubbed the 'war room' by my colleagues, as I usually held faculty meetings in there when we were planning curriculum or arguing over class assignments. Beside my building was the second building, housing the five programmers, a planning area just under the size of the conference room in my building, and a staff lounge. The third building held the main server room (the mainframe had been left in the basement of Powers, as it would have been too expensive to move it from its rooted position), and the two offices of some new positions we'd just hired a few months ago, that of the Network Specialist and the Telecommunications Specialist.

Robert, our Network Specialist, was exceedingly talented and experienced with networks, servers, and the administration of the entire system. He kept our fifteen dedicated servers functioning smoothly, and coordinated with me the needs of the faculty in their classrooms. He was very friendly, personable, and articulate. He also had one of the most muscular bodies I'd ever seen, his shirts and slacks seemingly stretched to the breaking point by his thick arms and thighs, I had also noticed that his package was a fully packed one, and wondering what he'd look like naked kept me occupied at night. Brown haired and blue eyed, his smile was a mega-watter, and I enjoyed working with him for both his mind and his body.

Darren, the Telecom Specialist, had been hired to watch over our telephony needs. We had just installed a fancy new telephone switch that handled not only the phone service but also the internet connections and voicemail system. The switch was very powerful, and Darren had been trained on this type of switch in his previous job, making him very valuable to us. Also personable and friendly, Darren's body was muscular and framed well in his clothing. He was also more physically demonstrative, touching arms or patting backs as the situation dictated. The first time he'd touched my arm to get my attention, I almost came, for he was so attractive and the touch was electric. Both young men worked for me, and as such, were hands off, at least as far as I was concerned. Besides, neither of them had given me any indication that they were gay, so I had just consigned them to fantasy only.

I now walked out of my building and was walking past the other two to get to my car when I heard a strange sound from the third building. Thinking that a student may be attempting to break into the server room, I quietly let myself in with my master key and moved down the hallway to the large server room at the end. This door was the only one with a light underneath, and I used my code to enter the room without setting off the alarm.

Only the console lights were on, and the blue-green glow of indicator lights from the servers provided the remainder of the light in the room. The room had been designed so that the console sat in the middle in an open U shape, the open part facing the door, and the servers located around the perimeter of the room. This left a great deal of space in the middle between the legs of the U, and here somebody had placed four or five layers of the spongy packing foam that had been around the servers when they'd been delivered and installed. Laying on his back on top of this foam was Robert, naked and his legs up around Darren's shoulders as Darren was fucking the daylights out of him!

The two men were far too gone to notice me; they were so focused on fucking I don't think that they'd have noticed a bomb go off beside them. The sounds I had heard were these two rutting on the floor, and they were getting close to climax. Robert's muscular chest heaved with delight, his thick smooth pecs shining with sweat, his nipples standing erect like twin soldiers upon the battlefield of his body. Darren adjusted his stance a bit for better penetration, and I caught a glimpse of Robert's hard nine inch cock, oozing precum into the lake made by his belly button. His huge balls had enough hang left on them to be at the apex of Darren's fuck, and they were being smacked by Darren's hard abdomen on every stroke, more precum oozing out on every impact. Robert was moaning loudly, clutching at Darren's firm butt or running his hands over Darren's back and legs, the moans forming words every so often, "fuck me harder, fuck me, stud!"

Darren's muscled body was working very hard, his thighs and arms flexing and his own large pecs damp with sweat. His balls were large as well, and slapped against Robert's ass with a wet sound as he sped up his fucking. He, too, was moaning, the occasional "fucking you, fucking Robert, tight ass..." spilling from his heavily breathing mouth. Robert suddenly went rigid, and his cock took on a life of its own, twitching and flexing as it reared up and shot gobs of love juice all over Robert's sweaty chest and abdomen. The extra movement inside triggered Darren, and he whipped out of Robert's ass, his thick eleven inches of man meat erupting, his ropes of cum crisscrossing Robert's chest. Spent, Darren fell atop of Robert, and the two naked men made a great artistic sculpture, pressed against each other like two lovers. I almost didn't have the heart to break them up, but by this time I was so horny I couldn't see straight, indeed, a damp spot on my trousers confirmed my reaction to the sight. I cleared my throat and the two men lazily looked up at me.

"I do appreciate a staff that takes such a personal interest in their work," I said, as I moved closer so that I could see both men better. They were still in the grasp of a heavy orgasmic lassitude, and hadn't figured out they'd been busted by their boss yet. "Don't move, I'll be right back." I quietly left the two men and went to lock the outer door and then returned, sealing the inner door to the server room and turning on the "Do not Enter" sign that indicated to all staff that the room was off limits. I turned to the young men, just now coming back to Earth, set down my briefcase and began loosening my tie.

Darren was the first to realize what was going on, and he pulled away from Robert's body, strings of cum pulling and snapping free as he sat up and gazed at me with a slowly fearful look on his face. In a few minutes Robert realized how naked he was and who had caught the two men, and he slowly sat up, both men looking more and more frightened of what they were going to get from their boss. As I continued to remove my tie and unbuckled my belt, this look slowly changed from fright to recognition and desire.

I pulled my shirt out from my trousers and unbuttoned it slowly, allowing my gym built body to show through the opening front. Peeling off the shirt, I kicked off my moccasin style dress shoes and then put my hands to my waistband. Darren was certainly interested, he stood up and walked over to where I stood, smiling and his cock twitching back to life as he knelt before me. A few moments later, buffed Robert came over and both young men knelt before me, their heads just about at my waist level and watching me slowly unbutton my trousers and unzip my fly.

I dropped my trousers and folded them neatly upon the stack of clothing on my briefcase, and then turned to the two men. "Would you gentlemen care to help me remove my socks?" Nodding eagerly, they reached down to my feet. "No," I said, stepping out of their reach and rapping them on the head lightly with my open fingers, "not that way, with your teeth." Darren sat back a second to think about this order, but Robert happily bent down and carefully grasped the band of my right sock at my ankle. I lifted the foot for him, and he slowly peeled the sock down my ankle, pulling it over the heel and then letting go to grasp the fabric of the sock at the big toe. Being careful about where he bit, he slowly pulled the sock off my foot, holding the sock in his mouth like a puppy waiting to be praised for a good job. Not to be outdone by his buddy, Darren bent down and slowly removed my left sock, only scraping the side of my ankle lightly with his teeth as he did so. I rapped him on the head lightly and told him he'd have to be punished for that, and he nodded in agreement, the sock in his mouth as well.

"You may remove my boxers now." Each man dropped their sock and grasped my waistband at the sides of my boxers with their teeth, slowly pulling them down to my ankles. I stepped out of them and put the remainder of my clothing in my pile. Even though I was fifteen years their senior, I could tell that our bodies were on an even par in muscularity and balance. I looked more mature than the two men before me, but what I lacked in their youth was the experience to make this night a memorable one for both of them. I pulled Darren to his feet and moved my hands over his hard body, feeling his muscular pecs and tight abs with a practiced hand. I felt his wide, strong shoulders and biceps, and then felt his flanks, slapping his inner thighs to indicate I wanted his legs spread for easier access.

He moved his feet about two feet apart, and I saw his sweaty, cum soaked balls slip down into the gap between his legs. They hung a good three inches down from the rapidly hardening uncut cock that was peeping out from its hood. I smiled and told Darren to turn around, pushing his back forward after he had done so to get at his hard looking ass.

Darren's body was devoid of body hair except in his arm pits, a discreet triangle around his equipment, and what looked like the hairiest asshole I'd ever seen. A veritable forest of thick dark brown hair, now matted down by sweat, obscured his asshole enough so that I had to push hair out of the way to find it. I pried his muscled cheeks apart and holding them with one hand, ran my finger down the crack until I felt the dimple of his rosebud. He moaned with delight and I saw the first thin string of precum begin to drip from his cock, stretching down from his piss slit and glistening at the end like a dewdrop. "Robert," I said, motioning the hunk to me, "Please do something about this dripping." He smiled broadly and moved in front of Darren, opening his mouth and catching the dewdrop on his tongue first before moving upwards and placing the tip of Darren's cock in his mouth.

Darren groaned as the sensitive head of his cock was suddenly inside a warm, moist cavern, simultaneously I wet a finger and slipped it inside his tight hole. Moving slowly so that he could get used to the feeling, I took my time and lightly touched his prostate about a minute or two after entry. The touch made some connections right away, and Robert began slurping up precum, now oozing from Darren's hard eleven inches. I continued my stroking of his prostate, slowly increasing the length and hardness of my strokes until I was nearly punching his prostate with my finger, just like an invading cock would be doing. At my signal, Robert grasped Darren's heavy hanging balls and began massaging them, pulling them away from Darren's body as his orgasm attempted to start. Darren moaned again, oozing precum but unable to actually shoot his load until I gave permission.

I "tortured" him along this way for a good thirty minutes, finally taking pity upon Robert's mouth and Darren's sensitive cockhead, and signaled to Robert to get ready for the flood. Robert let go of Darren's balls and reached underneath them, pressing hard strokes into the lower shaft of Darren's cock at the same time I pressed hard into Darren's prostate and slowly circled the gland with my finger tip, keeping the pressure constant. That was it for Darren, and I felt the contractions of his orgasm through both the tightening of his asshole around my finger as well as the spasms of his prostate as it shot fluid to mix with his sperm and then out the tip of his cock.

Robert was like a pig in shit, happily gobbling up the jism as it shot out Darren's cock. He had left off stroking Darren's cock root and was holding Darren's foreskin back on the shaft as it throbbed in his palm. I slowly removed my finger from Darren's asshole and waited until his shuddering orgasm was over before standing up and walking over to a chair to sit down. Spreading my legs wide, I invited Darren to have a taste of my cock while Robert recovered from being a jism receptacle. Moving in another post-orgasmic daze, Darren slowly moved between my legs and carefully licked my cock with his tongue, coating it with his saliva. When I had determined that there was enough lubricant, I grasped his hair and pulled him off my cock, saying, "Have a seat, Darren." He got my drift pretty quickly and turned around, squatting down until the tip of my cock was against his asshole. Pulling his asscheeks wide apart, he slowly sank down, impaling himself on me.

I signaled to Robert to come over and help Darren balance, and Robert stood beside me, his muscled naked body exuding a pleasant, musky scent as he reached under Darren's arms and slowly began pulling him upwards and pushing him downwards as the stroke determined. Darren was nearly too far gone to really pay attention, as he moaned with my nine inches of thick meat deep inside him. He played with his cock, frantically rubbing the point just below the head of his cock where his foreskin connected, circling this area with his index and second finger and lubricating well with the precum that flowed out his mighty cock.

Robert got some an idea of his own, and moved from my side to stand before Darren briefly before turning around and sitting on Darren's cock. The increase in weight on my cock felt pretty good, and from the groan from Darren, he liked it too. Robert set the pace, moving up and down on Darren's throbbing cock, his upstroke holding Darren inside him long enough to start Darren's upward movement on my cock, then pushing downward until both men's assholes rested against cock bases and their balls slapped against those on the bottom.

I reached around and grasped Robert's pecs like handles, and with his loud groan, knew that I'd hit the jackpot. Massaging the thick protrusions of muscle and holding the nipples between my fingers tightly, I felt his orgasm build right through Darren's body. Robert moaned again, and whispered through ecstasy-clenched teeth, "Jack me off, boss, please!" I dropped my right hand to his crotch and found his hard, throbbing lovemuscle, wrapping my hand around it and jacking him off in time to our fucking, while keeping his left pec well occupied and his tit caught like a vice between my fingers.

As sudden as they all are when you're having a 'good time,' Robert's orgasm started, and I felt this through Darren as well, his asshole tightening around my cock as Robert's did around his. Robert's entire body tensed, every muscle in high relief, and I knew this to be the signal to clamp down harder upon the trapped nipple in my fingers while I pounded the meat in my right fist. Jets of creamy white love juice shot across the room a good eight feet, then dribbled as Robert's prostate continued to be massaged by Darren. Darren stiffened right after that and I felt his orgasm as he filled Robert's meaty butt with his quarts of man juice as well.

Both young men, still connected butt to cock, had orgasmed and I was the lucky one that was not only able to touch their spasming muscular bodies, but also be actively involved, my cock still buried inside Darren's ass. My orgasm hit, and I filled Darren's butt with my own spunk, the 'ahhh' from Darren and Robert telling me that while one was feeling it inside, the other one was receiving it was well. Soon we had all emptied our balls and reluctantly separated, falling gently to the floor and lightly stroking chests, bellies, arms and legs in post-sex bliss.

"Well, gentlemen, I want you to understand something," I said as I felt Darren's strong hand caress my ass and back while I stroked Robert's hard pecs, "this late night behavior in the server room has to stop immediately." Both young men froze until they heard my chuckle and saw where I was pointing. Robert's first jets of cum had landed very close to one of the servers, indeed a small droplet hung from the farthest protruding handles of that server. "We can't have jism in our servers as that would gum up everything, so I'm recommending that this activity must move to another, more suitable area, say, my place?"

The two men agreed readily, and Robert actually cuddled against me, reaching out and pulling Darren closer to me on the other side. Both young men slipped into a worn out doze, the intense sex wearing them out. I drifted off too, but my thoughts were now focused on how to initiate the next time when I could be the filling in the "technician sandwich" we'd created.