Taking Care of Business
by Jingjok
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WARNING: The following story contains depictions of explicit sexual activity. If the laws of your jurisdiction do not permit you to view such material, please leave here at once and go where you can learn how to work to change the laws of your jurisdiction. If you are offended by such material, please seek psychiatric counseling to discuss why you are here in the first place.
On the other hand, if you simply don't care for the type of material indicated by the story codes, well, have a nice day.
gay, encounter, interracial, MM oral anal
DISCLAIMER: The following is entirely a work of fiction. All of the parts in this drama are portrayed by mature actors who are masters of makeup and disguise.
HEALTH WARNING: This story is a fantasy. The characters engage in activities that could be dangerous to their health. No matter how keyed up you get, always insist that you and your partner use protection.
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Paul looked at the ad one more time: "Asian college boy, 21, wants to hold my golden, 5' 6", 125 lb trim body next to yours. My warm, brown eyes will read your every desire. $60 out. Call pager #."
Paul had seen the ad a month before in the local gay rag, and now again this month. Finally getting his nerve together, he had made the call, and the appointment was made for the young man to come to Paul's townhouse this Tuesday evening.
Promptly at 10 PM the door chime sounded. Paul jumped, and with his chest feeling a little tight, advanced to the door.
"Hi, I'm Kee," said a young, very cute guy.
"Come in," said Paul. He led the way into the living room, where they sat, a little apart, on the sofa.
"Would you like a drink?" Paul offered.
"No, thank you," said Kee. "I only thirst for you."
"Oh. Well," sputtered Paul. "Well, then, would you take off your shirt, please."
Kee unbuttoned the colorful garment, revealing the warm, golden hue of his firm, slightly muscular chest and shoulders. Noticing that Paul was already barefoot, the Asian boy kicked off his shoes. Kee smiled when he saw how wide Paul's eyes had become.
"You're very beautiful," said Paul, appreciatively. "I'll wait for a dimmer light to take off mine."
"Before I lose all of my pockets, we'd better take care of our business," Kee said softly.
Paul, momentarily back to reality, reached into his shirt pocket and handed the boy three twenties, which Kee stuffed into a pocket of his jeans. "Let's go upstairs now," said Paul.
As they rose and started toward the stairway, Paul called, "Stop. Take your pants off here. I want to follow your pretty bottom up those stairs."
Kee paused and unbuttoned and slid his jeans down, revealing his smooth, slim legs, and kicked off his pants in the middle of the rug. He spun around and wiggled his bottom and then slid the colorful bikini briefs down and off. Kee tossed the little scrap of cloth onto his jeans. Then he turned to face Paul and grinned.
Paul gasped and couldn't resist saying, "The five feet is hot, and the six inches looks really tasty."
As Kee led the way, bouncing saucily up the stairs, Paul followed close behind. "Stop!" the older man cried. "I want a taste."
Holding Kee by the hips, Paul leaned forward to the left, licked his lips, and planted his wet tongue on the middle of Kee's golden cheek. Paul slid his tongue slowly up the firm curve. With a sigh, Paul moved to the right side and traced a sloppy spiral around and up, finally planting a kiss at the base of Kee's spine. Letting go reluctantly, Paul said, "Go on."
They ascended two more steps and Paul again called, "Stop! Turn around."
Paul watched Kee turn toward him, and saw that the boy's dick was pointing straight out, still covered by its brown sheath. Paul stretched his tongue toward the knee on the left, and licked slowly up the soft, smooth skin to the top of the boy's inner thigh. Something hard touched his right ear. Paul dropped down to Kee's left knee, and repeated the sexy tonguing.
At the top of the thigh, Paul's tongue moved to the center of the boy and clutched a smooth, round egg. The man licked across the dark, silken bag and tongued the other ball. Drawing back, he noticed that Kee's cock had risen to vertical. "Go on up," Paul ordered.
Kee turned and climbed higher. Almost at the top, Paul stopped him once more. Paul leaned in and touched his nose to Kee's left cheek. He moved and rubbed his nose around on the other cheek. Then he took the smooth buns in his hands and gently spread them, revealing the tight, brown pucker. Paul leaned in and planted his wet tongue over it. Kee squirmed, as Paul pressed against the bud and pointed his tongue and fluttered it.
Paul backed off and raptly admired the golden beauty before him. The boy smiled back over his shoulder. "Go ahead," said Paul. "Turn right."
Kee turned at the top of the stairs and saw the bedroom, with a big queen sized bed. He ran toward it and slid face down, rubbing his dick against the smooth sheet. He turned and faced Paul, who looked tall in the moonlight that streamed through the window at the top of the wall. "Take off those clothes and come here," the boy invited.
Paul had learned the drill appropriate for his age. Pants off first so the shirt will cover what happens when he bends over. Then stand erect and raise the shirt over his head, holding his posture.
"You look pretty good," encouraged Kee.
Paul hurried toward the bed and lowered himself onto the Asian boy, and exhaled as evenly as he could. Kee smiled. Their faces were separated by a couple of inches.
"Is a kiss included in the price?" Paul asked softly.
In answer, Kee's lips parted and the tip of his tongue darted across to moisten them. Paul grasped Kee's shoulders, and they looked into each other's eyes as their lips met. They both closed their eyes as their tongues intertwined, and Kee's arms went around Paul's back.
Paul felt Kee's firm rod against his belly. His own hard shaft nestled between the boy's thighs. Paul moved his cock back and forth a bit, reveling in the smooth tightness, enjoying the feeling of Kee's dick sliding between their bodies.
Their lips separated, and Paul lowered his head to lick the Asian boy's smooth golden neck, first one side and then the other. Moving his hands to the boy's warm flanks, he glided his tongue down Kee's firm chest. Paul swirled wetly around a hard, brown nub, and was rewarded by the jumping of the boy's cock against his chest. Pressing down and hunching up and down a bit against the throbbing stick, Paul moved to worship the other nipple.
A new attraction lured Paul upward, and he swiped his tongue into a lightly furred armpit. Turned on by the slight taste of salt, he crossed to drink from the opposite well. Paul's tongue began to slide down the boy's body, leaving a damp trail across the smooth chest and over the firm belly, on it's way to dip into the small, sweet navel, where it elicited a ticklish twitch. Paul's hands slid down the boy's warm flesh and played across the piano keys of his ribs.
A hardness by his ear summoned Paul onward, and he kept it next to his cheek as his tongue found it's way into a soft thicket. Paul moved his nose against the base of the dark rod and took the silky ball sac into his mouth. A moan from above accompanied a gentle touch on his head. Paul rolled the jewels on his tongue for a while, and then licked his way higher.
The older man stopped to gaze admiringly at the long, brown stalk, whose cover had drawn back to reveal a tasty looking plum. He grasped the boy's firm globes and supported himself on his elbows. Paul slid his tongue up the hot shaft until his lips surrounded the sweet fruit. He tasted a bit of nectar there, and swirled his tongue around the head in search of more. Kee's hands closed over his ears.
Paul raised himself onto his hands and knees to get a better angle, and began to slide his mouth down the smooth pole, until it touched his throat. Taking a breath, he opened the passage and hungrily advanced, until his nose was buried in the soft, black bush. "Ahhhh!" he heard from above him.
The boy's hands pressed his head more firmly, and the man felt Kee's toes try to grasp his dick. Paul's hands pressed upwards, lifting the boy's warm buns, as he hungrily tried to swallow another fraction of an inch of meat.
Paul slowly pulled his lips back up the hard shaft, and felt the toes slide sympathetically along his own cock. Tightening his lips, he plunged back to the base of the rod, and the toes left him, as the boy pressed against the bed to lift his midsection deeper into the engulfing warmth. The pair found their rhythm, as the piston was pushed and pulled in and out of the hot cylinder by the plunging man and the lifting boy.
The continued exertion caused both bodies to glow with perspiration. Paul could taste a bit of salt, and felt the smooth spheres he was holding become slippery. After a time that neither thought could go on too long, Kee's body held still and grew tense. It seemed to Paul that the dick grew still harder and bigger, as he continued to suck it in and out. "Ohhhh!" cried the boy, as Paul plunged to the root and felt a hot splash deep in his throat.
"Ohhhh!" again, as Paul quickly backed off to catch the next spurt in his mouth. He savored the sweet taste, swallowing to accommodate still more surges of the moaning boy's warm honey that flooded into him.
Paul slid his lips along the throbbing pole, milking every drop of the slippery liquid. At last, Kee's hands pulled his head upward, and Paul fell forward onto the boy's damp body. They smiled at each other, and joined in a warm, soft kiss.
The taste of his own nectar in Paul's mouth turned Kee on again. His cock firmed, and he humped it against Paul's belly. He could feel Paul's meat throbbing hotly between his slippery thighs, and he squeezed them together, startling Paul into a firmer kiss. The hard cock bumped into and beneath Kee's tender balls.
Kee opened his legs, and wrapped them around the moving man, locking his heels on Paul's bottom. The cock pushed into the groove between Kee's buns. Paul moaned with pleasure, and tried to drive his lips through Kee's teeth.
Kee reached down, and felt how wet and slippery his backside was. He could feel Paul's cock touch his hand as Kee moistened a finger and tested the resilience of his bud. Adding a second slippery finger, he stretched his own hole.
His manipulation was turning him on still more, and he grabbed Paul's neck with his free hand, and deliriously crushed their lips together. Backing off a little so their tongues could duel, Kee hunched his hips down and raised his thighs, pulling Paul forward with his feet. Paul's cock touched his hole.
Kee reached down, collected the slippery sweat of his buns on his hand, and transferred it to Paul's shaft. He touched his own dick, found a little more of his expended cum, and rubbed it onto his hole. As ready as he could get without interrupting the proceedings, he grabbed Paul's pole and aimed it, urging him forward with his feet. He tried to relax and push back as the head stretched his opening. With a pop, the whole plum was inside.
"Ahhhh!" groaned Kee, as he grabbed Paul's hips to stop his forward motion.
Paul, practically on the verge of tears of gratitude, gently kissed the boy, and rocked back and forth just the littlest bit, until he felt the tight ring that gripped the head of his dick begin to relax. Paul felt Kee's feet tickle his bottom and he began to slide forward.
They both began to moan together, rising in pitch and volume as the hot tool made its way through the tightness until it was all inside. They shuddered, and glued their lips together. They wrapped their arms tight around each other, and sighed together as Paul's rod began to slowly pull back through the hot tube.
Kee felt it slide almost out, and then move, a little faster, back into his body. Out it slid again, and plunged back inside him. Kee struggled to raise his hips and suck the meat in deeper. "Nothing," he thought, "nothing feels this good!"
Paul was thinking exactly the same as the tight, now slippery channel gripped his sliding shaft.
Kee felt like he was melting into a puddle of delirious feelings. Paul raised himself by his arms and began to drive in and out faster, wildly excited by the tightness wrapping his cock. Kee's legs unlocked and splayed out to the sides, twitching uncontrollably.
Paul grabbed the boy's legs and placed the slippery calves on his shoulders and pushed deeper into Kee's excited hole.
"Unnnh!" Kee groaned with pleasure as the big cock was in him just deep enough, to the perfect spot. "Unnnh!" he groaned again, as he felt it plunge in once more.
Paul reached down and rubbed Kee's slippery chest, and lightly pinched the dark tits. Moaning appreciatively, Kee clenched his bottom, and flexed his tight channel. "Mmmmph," groaned Paul, not believing his pleasure could have increased.
"Mmmmm," Paul whimpered, as his excitement rose to a peak. He plunged faster through the gripping muscles.
Kee could feel the cock expanding still more as it drove all the way in, and paused. The fire in his nipples, and the hot poker in his ass, made Kee scream as the cock pulled back once more, and then plunged to its deepest point. "Ooooh!" cried Kee, as he felt the hot liquid splash inside him.
"Ohhhh!" shouted Paul, in the ecstasy of his cum. "Ohhhh! Ahhhh!" as he drove in and sprayed his sperm again.
Kee felt yet another splash, and was beside himself with excitement. He felt Paul's hand move and brush the boy's iron cock, making Kee cry out in ecstasy. An explosion of white liquid arced through the air onto Kee's face.
Paul grasped the spurting rod and pointed it up, catching the next burst out of the air on his tongue. The following shot took a lower trajectory, landing on Kee's nipple. Paul dove to lick that treasure off the moaning boy, and the next surge splashed Paul's belly, and dripped into Kee's navel.
Paul grasped Kee's shoulders, pulled himself close, and slowly turned them together until they were on their sides, face to face. Paul licked off the sweet juice of Kee's pleasure. The boy's knees were still drawn up tight along Paul's body, and Paul continued to gently pump his cock into its warm receptacle.
They lay there for a while, now and then kissing gently.
Paul's dick finally softened, and slipped out with a pop. "Ohhhh," they both groaned.
Kee felt a drop of cum run down to his hip. Kee let go of Paul, and lay back. He glanced at the bedside clock - it was just five minutes to eleven. Kee leaned forward, kissed Paul lightly, and said, "I've got to go now. The body of Kee must go, but the key to my heart will stay with you."
They stood. Paul tossed a towel to the boy, who rubbed the cum off of his front and then perched sexily on one leg and wiped his bottom. Pulling on his pants, Paul followed Kee downstairs where the beautiful boy performed a saucy unstrip, finally to be covered again. They kissed tenderly at the door, and Paul slipped something into the back pocket of the young man who had made him feel so good.
"Goodbye," they said to each other.
"Call me," said Kee.
Paul closed the door. He felt sad at first, but then hugged himself as the warmth of his experience flooded back over him. He collapsed into a chair, and sighed.
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George heard the door of the townhouse close behind him, as he walked down the sidewalk toward his car. Reaching into his back pocket, he discovered another two twenties folded together. "Ah," he thought, "that 'key to my heart' bit gets 'em every time."
George quickly got into his car and started the engine. Plenty of time, he realized, to get to his 11:30. The old professor would want to be massaged and fucked, and George could fake it to make up for the two cums with Paul.
"I've got to quit letting guys like that turn me on so much," he mused, as he drove off.
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The end.