Staten Island Reunion: Chapter 2
A Weekend on Staten Island
Two friends share a newfound connection
It's now the end of Friday, with Mom having left for Florida a couple of days ago following the closing of the house. I had shifted my modest belongings to a storage unit on the island on Wednesday, and had assisted in her move-out the day before. She spent the night at a friend's place, while I took some time off work at Fuller & Brush, knowing full well I'd have to make up for time lost with extended hours on Saturday and Sunday.
Things have been a whirlwind the past few weeks. Not only is Mom no longer a significant presence in my life, but I've also managed to secure a new home in the form of a luxury apartment near Battery Park, which I'd move into the following week. Billy, a close friend from high school, had shown me some photos of the place. I was excited to see it in person, though. In the interim, I was staying at Billy's place, residing on the island. Billy is a stunning giant measuring in excess of 6 feet, tipping the scales at more than 220 pounds, with muscles on muscles. Nonetheless, despite his imposing size, he has a tender heart, appearing almost hairless with a deep sun-tanned complexion and matching blond mop on his head, save for the ponytail he sports. He resembles the chiseled genie in the Mr. Clean ads, but is hardly wearing anything resembling skin-tight clothing. He possesses an impressive endowment and we've been enjoying ourselves immensely since the first encounter. In the mornings, I find myself struggling to complete my regularly scheduled exercise routines, given how drained I am from our vigorous sessions.
We had chatted during the commute back from Manhattan's nightlife nearly four weeks ago. We'd both had exhausting days and were on the same page: socially starved and emotionally drained. He tempted me with an offer for a drink, but I couldn't bear the thought of it progressing into anything more. As I made my escape from his home following our sex session, my mind was in a flurry. There was no denying my sexual attraction to him despite identifying as straight. I was enthralled by his actions towards me, yearning for dominance and unbridled passion. Fear consumed me, and I chose to disappear. In the dead of night, I engaged in a rigorous mental debate, considering the potential outcomes, the circumstances, and what it all could mean. In the wee hours, an epiphany struck: my life was far too serious, centered entirely around working. If I didn't make a change and have some fun, I would become a hermit with no means to happy and fulfilling. So, I texted Billy the next day, agreeing to join him for pizza, and... well, that's how it started. Since then, Billy quickly filled in the gaps in my life, both physically and emotionally. In turn, I took matters into my own hands. I had the time of my life and, frankly, didn't give two hoots about the rest of the world.
Allow me to reintroduce myself - I'm Kyle Maddox, a New York native, born and bred on the Isle of Staten. I work as a lawyer, a fourth-year associate at Fuller & Brush with a focus on finance and litigation. I weigh in at slightly over six feet, possess jet black hair that's meticulously groomed, piercing deep blue eyes, a refined, chiseled face, and a Romanesque nose. I'm in excellent shape, maintaining a muscular build around 175-180 lbs. When I'm not at my desk, I stand out in the crowd. To date, my relationships have been brief and largely unsuccessful, but despite my commitment to looking manly and acting macho, I couldn't escape the feeling I wasn't 100% straight.
There was no indication any of my previous lovers had issues with my performance. In truth, they had never complained about my size, duration, or prowess. It was on the night in question that I saw a chance to plunge headfirst into a new experience, to embrace what felt like the most natural thing in the world. I was tired of toiling away in isolation, with no desire to be lonely or longing for a more satisfying life.
The initial week that I spent with Billy left me questioning if it was a mere coincidence. But as time went on, all kinds of incidents occurred. They were surely unforeseen and unplanned. Throughout most of our time together, we would be in bed. I was incapable of getting enough of his erection. And it turns out that Billy had desires not just for my penis, but also for his own. We were clearly a perfect fit for pornography. It was certainly not Pandora's box that was broken open, but it undoubtedly unlocked a whole host of possibilities. I was learning all his pleasure spots and weaknesses. His anus is incredibly tight, and my shaft fits perfectly within his.
Sadly, Billy's father was in a hospice, close to his final days, and he was required to manage a large New York construction firm. He asked me to aid him with some legal and financial tasks within a couple of days. It must be quite desperate for him to seek assistance from me this quickly. Thus, we created a skeletal framework of the company's history and the general outline of its legal needs during the next year or so. The majority of the responsibilities were straightforward negotiations with banks, owners, and the preparation of bidding documents. However, he also wanted me to supervise subcontractor agreements, labor, and licensing issues. And, the most significant task, he wanted me to oversee the financials. It would be a full-time job.
I suggested that Thorpe Contracting be taken on as a client by the firm and requested permission. The senior partner was amazed at my ability to snag clients and rather skeptical. (I believe he was also reluctant to forfeit my "slave labor" for his own clients.) He wanted to look at financials before deciding and mentioned my inexperience with construction law. He eventually agreed to send the client information for a "conflict check" with his older banking clients - one being the chief financier of the largest construction project at the time - and a substantial number of complaints and lawsuits, including a portion of a building collapse. The conclusion: F&B would not accept the representation since it was deemed way too tainted. (He actually used that word!)
I informed Billy of the decision. He refused to converse via phone. "Let's convene to discuss this in person."
"I'm nearing the end of packing my mom's home. I won't be prepared for a few days."
Luckily, I was grateful to have a few extra days. I hadn't yet finalized my thoughts concerning his proposition that I quit the firm and join Thorpe. I was considering the implications of working together on our current, content relationship and my personal life ambitions.
"Then you'll be staying with me on Thursday after the movers are finished with your mom's stuff," said Billy. "We can discuss it then. If you're still coherent, that is." He then chuckled, much like a stage villain with nefarious plans in mind or, perhaps, spankings in mind.
On Thursday night, I showed up at Billy's apartment on the third floor (offering a "view"), dragging a suitcase and a garment bag with suits and shirts. We had decided I'd temporarily move in with him in what was supposedly his additional room until my residence was ready. However, we both realized that scenario was highly unlikely. Around dinner time, we had settled on me moving in with him in his room. I hadn't eaten, and the hot summer day without AC while moving left me perspiring heavily. So, Billy instructed me to undress and shower while he heated the remaining pizza.
I joined him in the kitchen a few minutes later, donning a wet towel and an affectionate grin. The pizza was scorching hot. Apparently, so was Billy. He positioned himself behind the stool as I ate, close enough that I could sense his warmth and his arousal. Then his hands commenced massaging my chest. Thumb and finger circulated and squeezed my sensitive nipples. One untied the towel as well. "There's some sausage I'd like you to sample. It's completely organic and delectably delicious. But in my room. From now on, if I'm to be your boss, we have sex. Then I buy you dinner. I've been reserving myself for three days. I'm soaking just from feasting on your form." He then swiftly carried me to his bed.
I objected that he wasn't my boss. But he quickly countered that he most definitely was. And he went about proving it.
Moments later, I found myself taken down by him, his head now on my dick, wriggling to feed me his cock. Then, with more agility than I initially thought, he switched positions and was on all fours, his cock and balls suspended above my face like the salamis at the Italian deli just a few blocks away. Lowering himself, I opened wide to catch the initial droplets of his pre-cum. With his entire 225 pounds towering over me, I definitely experienced a heavy weight. He really was sizable. And his balls hung like ripe peaches at the top of his tree. He undoubtedly was the one in control. Was I truly capable of handling this man? I'd be his subordinate in no time. I reached up and held his cock in place as I slowly licked and teased the glans. Then, I swallowed and accepted him into my throat. Holy fuck, he followed each movement I made. I was beneath him, but I was calling the shots. Was this a blueprint for our future relationship? Would he heed my guidance as quickly as he swallowed my cock?
I decided to test. I expelled him from my mouth and grabbed his balls, licked them, then tugged at them. He howled, but he retreated, slid down beside me. "Why'd you do that?"
I spooned him and brought him closer to me. I didn't respond. I didn't want a debate. I wanted to penetrate. "I'll be the driver, boy. Open up."
He thrust his ass into me and propped up his left thigh with his response. "Hit me from the side. I love the banana on my prostate." Holy shit, his mood swings were extreme. And I loved them. His desires were basic: cock and loads of it. He could transition from domineering top to eager bottom in a matter of seconds. I quickly recovered and began lubing for penetration. I plunged in-he didn't even protest!-thrashed a few times and reached the maximum depth. By then, he was moaning like a heat-crazed dog in heat that had found a willing partner to service him. I held him by the edge. It was starting to feel uncomfortable. I caressed his manhood. Then I halted. He was essentially motionless on the outside, but I could feel that within him, he was on the verge of boiling over. His semen was forcing against my erect Underwear. His aroma was heavy and potent. However, I hadn't sampled enough of his ass yet. I squeezed tighter. Fuck, it feels good to be dominating a strapping stud who outweighs me by close to 50 pounds.
"Fuck, what are you doing to me? You're about to block the passage if you keep doing such things. Let me fucking cum..." He whispered the last words with a broad grin, which contradicted his words. He was relishing every bit of my torment.
"I reckon it's time for some bargaining, Billy. We both realize our relationship is only a few weeks old. There's too much pressure. And not enough relaxation. Can't we wait a little and assess how we're getting along? This is my life."
"Your life? You've got my potential offspring in your clutches. Tighten a bit more and I'll turn into an opera star for Christ's sake! Why do you have me at such a disadvantage? Is this what they taught you at NYU? To screw your client and best friend?"
"Indeed, yes. That's precisely what they taught me." And then we broke into hysterical laughter. So intense, my grip on his balls loosened, and he ejected me from his butt. "So this is what lawyers do. They bring you in, then drive you out? Is that what you've got planned for me, Billy?"
We were both enjoying our witty banter-and not just the intense sexual activity. But, I was incredibly hard and prepared to release. And I could feel his balls struggling to rush to the finish line. "So this is what competent lawyers do. We jump back on the horse and prove our worth." I forced him down hard and thrust with full force. Once again, he howled, possibly for theatrics, but I pounded him, ensuring to actually punish his sac. Over and over, I shoved my "Kyle-jr" into his molten orifice. Then I released my load. He squeezed his butt cheeks to hold me in place and exploded as my ejaculate permeated his hole. Finally, I leaned over and nipped his neck to leave my "Kyle was here" mark.
I tried to push in one final time to deposit the remainder of my cum as deeply as possible. Then I collapsed, spent on this giant man I'd just battled against sexually. And, yes, I was still completely engrossed within him.
"I'd say I won this legal battle. Client 1, Lawyer 9."
"No way, buddy. I let you ravage me-twice. That's 10 for both of us. It's the new mathematics."
In my opinion, you might not comprehend, Billy. When a budding attorney departs his firm, it signifies a significant alteration in his life. I'm at a leading firm currently. If I walk away and go corporate, no other firm will accept me if we don't cooperate. It's like betraying one's principles.
So, imagine if in a couple of years, you've sacrificed your youth for the everyday grind, only to be rejected by them as prospective partners. And like you said, they've already told you that they don't want your friend's business and fees. And you've already informed me that you dislike the job.
"But I adore the work."
However, you're correct. Not the job.
"Alright, allow me to present you with an irresistible offer: We're a noteworthy construction company, possibly number 3 in New York City, with almost a billion dollars worth of projects underway. I've got more than 100 employees and many more contractors. My kin and I own the whole company--though with the banks' assistance. I'll double your salary at the firm. For a 40-hour week. We'll have the opportunity to spend time together. How about a holiday in the Caribbean in February?"
He grinned, placed his forearms beneath his head, and maintained, "Kyle, pets get to fall in love at first sight. I've had feelings for you for over ten years. You won't be sorry. I promise."
Before I could respond, he drew me towards him and our lips met. Once more, deep-kissing a man. I was becoming accustomed to it. Then, his tongue probed and commenced to duel. Fuck, that's quite enticing. So much more robust than with a female. Sex, energy, and power are truly awesome when combined.
A minute later, his index finger was teasing the rim and penetrating an inch or so. How the hell did he anticipate me to react to his question? I suppose he didn't. He wanted to round off his argument to the jury and call for a verdict before they'd even listened to all the evidence. That's what he meant by my incoherence. Again, my cock started to harden, lengthen, and secrete. He was extorting me. I guess I'd provided him with my response. In the most effective way conceivable. I permitted him.
We remained in bed that night. We experienced multiple climaxes, more than I've ever had in any 24-hour period. Twice I assumed control and invaded. The other time, he did. His anus was clearly yearning for a little penis. Hell, not a little penis, but my meaty steak. The second time I penetrated him was long and satiating. He was well-lubricated. Therefore, the insertion was easier and more glorious, while remaining sizzling and tight--and I had more fortitude. He repeatedly called for me to shove harder. And who am I, a possible employee, to decline a future boss anything he desired? I thrust, then aimed, then rammed and halted. I could simply perceive the mutual throbbing of our circulatory systems augmenting the dimensions of our pleasure engines.
The last was the finest. I could sense his tense corridors pulsing against my prolonged shaft as he tightened his butt muscles. The escalation was gradual and potent. More like a formidable surfing wave rather than the gentle lapping waves on the shore. Develop. Build. Curve. Tunnel, Pipeline. Feel the tension. Subsume everything in its path. Then collapse--as my legs and thighs stiffened to propel my cockhead into the pinnacle--and his anus. It was electrifying. Then climactic. Then abruptly tranquil. The relief was tremendous. I was submerged in his fragrance only to resurface, holding him tightly like a lifebuoy and firmly nudging him.
I knew he seemed it as well. He flooded my palm with multifarious spurts of spume. We slept. I'm unsure when I emerged from the bed. But my clenched hand retained his member gently as we slept. After several hours, we awoke nestled in each other's embrace. My rod was preparing to assault his crevice once more. I began to massage his sphincter, but he complained of being weary. I conceded and let him demolish my buttocks. Then, I compelled him to go to the gym with me in any case. I suspect I've simply proven my significance as advisor. But, he's the chief.
I did labor on Friday, but I'm not sure how I managed to evade any demeaning comment about the exhilarating evening I'd had on a "work night." I was exhausted and wasted. I seemed exhausted and drained. And I walked strangely. Yet, I did persevere through the day.
Initially, I was scheduled to work on both Saturday and Sunday. However, I decided to skip over those days. Realizing that I wouldn't receive a portion of the year-end bonus which was four months away, I didn't see any point in adding more billable hours or surrendering the weekend. I intended to notify them about my resignation on Monday. There was a risk of being terminated on the spot, but I didn't mind. Since my ongoing projects were valuable to the firm, they wouldn't fire me. Additionally, I had a solid reputation and a higher billing rate, which made me vital. I simply needed some time to contemplate the future and discuss it with Billy. Regrettably, rather than focusing on our discussion, we engaged in a lot of intercourse that weekend.
The day after submitting my resignation, I encountered multiple partners trying to persuade me to remain. There were no offers of enhanced fees, bonuses, or suggestions of early partnership eligibility. By six, my decision was inevitable. When Al entered with a last-minute task, I politely informed him I would handle it during business hours. Fortunately, Al exhibited shock upon discovering my resignation.
My temporary residence was with Billy. I anticipated my apartment would be ready within a week. It seemed like Billy was procrastinating the cleanup and repainting process. I texted him proposing a dinner at a restaurant. We arrived around 7. Billy was standing with a champagne bottle, clearly preparing for a quick encounter before dining, yet I refused. I needed to exert more control over the situation and, more importantly, myself. Prioritizing food, I explained that I was hungry for a good Italian meal.
The dinner was enjoyable, though not the focus of this story. It wasn't a food blog, after all. Following the meal, Billy maneuvered his knee towards my groin while we were walking. He was hoping for an immediate encounter, but I declined. I mentioned that we had limited time and needed to consider the future of our relationship.
My colleagues retained me until the end of my notice. I maintained standard hours and didn't socialize with any coworkers. The first Friday following my notice, there was a muted farewell party. Primarily, those in my age group celebrated, as they viewed my departure as a diminished competitor for partnership prospects.
The funeral for Billy's father transpired a week after his passing. The event appeared to be a false display of piety. Billy appeared uninterested in the church ceremony. After the burial, everyone disbanded, leaving us alone at home. We had tender, prolonged sex, which exceeded my expectations. I managed to maintain a significant amount of body contact and a consistent rhythm while under him.
Billy's relationship with his father was profound. His father had taken care of him especially after his mother left, displaying great affection, particularly for his son's athletic accomplishments and physical attractiveness. His brother was more rugged while his sisters were already married with the pressing concern of keeping their children silent. The sisters adored Billy like a cherished possession. It was apparent that Billy held a significant role in the organization, destined to become its new president.
This individual was a multifaceted person. He was not an intellectual, but he possessed an astute comprehension of how things functioned. In addition, he had the charm to persuade others to see things his way. He had ascended the ranks in his father's company through sheer tenacity and have been awarded the title of project manager. His team jested about his long blonde hair and ear stud, but none of them ever suspected his sexuality. He was deemed as quite the macho man, frequently exchanging jests with the entire crew. While at work, he was no other person; however, during his free time, he was someone entirely different. Many women were drawn to him like a magnet. He relished their company, but he was someone who did not form any lasting ties. They could possibly dissuade him from his work and his position in the family. I was thrilled to find out that he had confided in me. I was most likely his closest friend and later learned that I had been his first love ten years prior.
Billy and I cruised to Manhattan on Monday morning, which was my first day as Executive VP of Thorpe. He managed to dissuade me from wearing a suit, which would have differed greatly from his attire. I demanded a blazer though. As a professional, I needed to don the armor of authority. He switched into a button-up and wore a sweater to spruce it up. Yet, he retained his jeans. The previous Saturday, I had convinced him to get a haircut. His hair was just a tad long and had begun to perm. And he removed his ear stud. I wasn't concerned about the staff suspecting him of being homosexual, but as a president, he felt the need to seem more mature. (I promised him he could reattach the ear stud in a few weeks once things had settled down.) Gawd, he was like a movie star. Despite the attire, he still looked ravishing.
He was intimately acquainted with the staff, of course. However, this was my first encounter with the crew.
The office was a two-storey building situated near Westway, encompassing a warehouse and office space. It was set to be dismantled for something more sophisticated in the future. Most of the space was allocated to the warehouse where six delivery vehicles utilized by the project managers were parked, as well as housing larger tools. At the front, there was a 2-storey office, consisting of a reception area, a cramped open-plan office shared by estimators, inspectors, and project managers, a dining hall, and a space designated for storing smaller tools and supplies. A plethora of filing cabinets, brimming with antiquated documentation, were also present. Upstairs, there was no elevator, but it contained Billy's new office, several vacant offices (including two undecided for him), and a meeting room. A receptionist positioned at the top of the stairs provided access to the area.
Billy indicated the two unoccupied offices near him. "You can rearrange them to your liking. In the meantime, you can utilize the remaining vacant office or, if you prefer, relax on my lap. The new sofa for my office is slated to arrive later this afternoon. Come, let's meet the team before they disperse for the day."
Following the brief introduction, I tossed my jacket over a chair and rolled up my sleeves. Billy gathered his team in the garage where their automobiles were being prepared for the day. There, he received condolences from everyone, most having attended the funeral. It seemed clear that he was well-liked, albeit a few older individuals remained dubious about his ability to handle the corporation's responsibilities. His age (nearing 30) would not be an issue for most. He then introduced me as his longtime friend, now a financial and legal guru. "Kyle — Kyle Maddox — will oversee the aforementioned tasks, and try to minimize our usage of costly external legal counsel. Since the incident, our legal expenses have skyrocketed. Is there anyone with any queries? Excellent. Let's get back to work."
Now, it was time for me to earn my remuneration — which we had not yet settled on.
I had discovered that Thorpe LLC was set up for tax purposes, resulting in the creation of a subsidiary for each major building project. This construction would protect the company if a catastrophic event occurred. Billy's three sisters owned 8% of Thorpe each, Billy himself possessed 52%, and his brother, Peter, controlled and oversaw Thorpe Transport, also holding 24%.
His older brother, Peter, presided over and supervised Thorpe Transport. The LLC held 24% while each sister received 8%.
The companies were prospering and paid their top employees well. Billy had even proposed buying his sisters out of their shares in the LLC, utilizing his inheritance. They were debating the idea. They considered Billy their baby brother, but they remained uncertain about his capacity to run Thorpe properly. Yet, they adored him.
We exited the garage and walked past the bullpen, where Billy introduced Milly, a stunning woman around 40 years old, flaunting a wedding ring and a sizable diamond engagement ring. She had just arrived. He said, "Milly, this is Kyle, the guy I've been telling you about. Kyle, this is Milly, the real boss." Milly flashed a big smile at the praise. Dressed to the nines, sporting flawless makeup, and boasting a curvy, Amazonian physique, I'm guessing she might be a former target of Billy's amorous advances.
Milly extended her hand to greet me, "Nice to meet the guy who has tamed Billy. I like your new haircut, and your outfit is almost fitting for a construction company's CEO. I'm excited to work with you, Mr. Maddox. Let me know how you want your office organized, and I'll make it happen. Do you want a personal assistant, an executive secretary, or a paralegal? We have a headhunter that could assist."
She was impressive. I was sure I'd enjoy working with her. "Thanks, Milly. It's just Kyle, please. It's time for me to start contributing. What's the most crucial task on the agenda today?"
She gave Billy a sideways glance, who remained nonchalant in the background. "Perhaps you should get acquainted with the current state of the accident. It's affecting everything right now."
"Agreed. Later, I'll show you the tower and introduce you to the project manager taking my spot."
It had been five weeks since that fateful incident in the lower Manhattan tower where Billy and I crossed paths yet again—Billy was running late on the ferry. This occurred on the 41st floor of Thorpe's construction project. A part of the floor crumbled near one corner, taking a part of the 40th with it. There were no fatalities, but some workers left with injuries while trying to pull scaffolding between 40 and 41. No debris hit the streets. The investigation approached its conclusion. The debris on the 39th and 40th floors had been evacuated a week ago, and work had resumed as the city had removed the stop-work order.
The damaged area was limited—about 200 square feet, sandwiched between columns, but not affecting the columns themselves. However, any occurrence of this magnitude in a tall high-rise building is scrutinized. Were widespread mistakes to blame? Was the entire building endangered?
I returned to my temporary office to find three large piles of documents that emerged from the short time since the accident. I read the incident report, which provided a similar summary as Billy did. The floor in question had been covered in concrete three days before the collapse. Generally, this should be enough time for the concrete to set. Whenever under-supporting scaffolding was uninstalled for reuse on the higher floors.
Engineers concluded that the metal structures had passed with flying colors—as anticipated. Laboratories concluded that the concrete met the specifications. However, Manhattan Builders' Risk Insurance's adjuster spotted the problem. The floor that crumbled was at the building's edge, west side, open to the elements. A hefty storm with a summer downpour had flooded the floor a day after it was wet cemented. This delayed the concrete setting. When the scaffolding was withdrawn, the concrete failed. A day of additional support, and it would've been an inconsequential matter. The failure of the 40th floor was weather-induced. The building remained sound.
The city was satisfied with the investigation's thoroughness and saw fit to revoke its cautionary order. The adjuster had submitted his report, and the insurers were expected to grant compensation for damages. The employees had mostly made a recovery and would receive workers' compensation for a few more weeks before returning to the job.
It seemed that the crisis had been averted. Nevertheless, the reverberations lingered. Building contractors' risk premiums were destined to escalate in the foreseeable future. The company would need to issue public statements to reassure potential customers. They engaged a PR firm for that.
However, the city suggested a new "safety" rule possibly requiring all high-rises under construction to provide for an "exterior weather barrier" to prevent future rain from causing a concrete floor collapse analogous to what happened weeks ago. This would cost a bundle, pushing a million dollars. Typical bureaucratics: wait until an accident occurs, then impose onerous requirements, using the accident as an excuse. I hadn't done so myself, but I knew how to challenge this: rally the contractors and the labor unions, shower them with demands for studies verifying the necessity of their proposed changes (what safety research had they conducted? Were cement manufacturers in support? Had they contemplated how a "weather barrier" might impede the curing process? Etc. Etc.).
I kicked off my workday in the afternoon, taking on the siege. Within a couple of days, the City withdrew their proposal. What surprised me is they never conducted any studies and they didn't have the funds to hire anyone for them. They simply lacked any foundation for the suggested new regulations.
Next, I shifted my attention to the insurance company. There was a policy Thorpe held where the premium could be revised depending on prior outcomes. Normally, when a policyholder experiences no accidents or claims, the insurer doesn't push for any audits. I requested a decade-long audit - as the insurance legislation (not the policy stated) required. It would cost the insurer several hundred thousand dollars. A week went by, and they rescinded the proposed premium hike. We'd need to determine if we'd request the audit nonetheless.
In the afternoon, we made a trip to the tower. This was my first time in an elevator with nothing but rails on the building's exterior. This is something that may require some adjustment. I desired to cuddle up with Billy, but there were two others present. Therefore, I couldn't. He murmured, "Give me a few hours, and I'll embrace you tightly like you want."
We called it quits at 5. I felt like it was close to midday! It dawned on me that our routines wouldn't always coincide - so I was glad the residence would soon be finished.
We celebrated that evening. "Milly told me that you've already saved us at least a million bucks. That's a great profit from the investment! Tomorrow, I'll have Tino brief you on the work completed by external attorneys. You can meet anyone you wish. Keep them or let them go as you see fit."
I proposed we hit the gym, but Billy had something else in mind to keep us busy for the rest of the night. "I'm convinced you're worth a million dollar fuck. I hope I'm equipped enough for you."
He undressed and lay in the bed, on his backside with some pillows supporting him. He extended his legs and offered his butt and hole. I stepped around him, parted his cheeks, and began to nibble. It took no time for him to moan and push into me. His warmth nearly singed my tongue. After a few minutes of oral foreplay, I drew away and finished disrobing. He turned his head and watched me lower my trunks and my erection rose and slapped my abdomen. His tongue emerged, wetting his lips with eager eyes. Oh my god, this man is so easy to ignite!
I leaned over and lined up the head against his entrance, and my hands slipped to his side to have him remain still for me to push in. I slid in and he exhaled deeply as a sign of welcome. "I'm so impatient! Shove it in me. Hard and fast, now!"
Of course, I obliged. I started to thrust as my hands reached his cock and balls. I just adored clutching him there while I conquered his rear. That was the most empowering position. I perceived the movement of his nut on my phallus and the heat boiling in his balls on my fingers. This man was ridiculously hot! I pulled back and thrust, long and deep, short and aggressive, then long and intense again. Both of us neared the edge. I contemplated holding him, but realized he might blow. So I increased the speed, positioned and thrust, then shouted my climax. "I'm seizing this anus, Billy. You belong to me, boy."
Immediately, he began to tremble and explode into my hand. Just before he collapsed on the bed with me on him, I hurriedly drained the remaining cum. Then, I sprawled on top of him, pounding him hard to keep my sperm inside. My sperm-filled fist (his cum) went to his head, and his tongue emerged to lick it clean.
"How about ordering in?"
"Make it sausage and pepperoni. There's beer in the refrigerator. And, if you insist, we can do a salad."
So concluded my first day at Thorpe. This occupation would be a lot more fascinating than I ever pictured. And Billy was shaping up to be my BFF.
To be continued... BD.
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