Three Lovers
Part 1
By Dirk Rhinestone
Twenty-nine-year-old Steven Alexander attended a meeting with a dozen individuals in a luxury hotel's conference room. Two side tables contained gourmet food and beverages.
Steven wore a navy ZEGNA blazer with charcoal slacks and a silver turtleneck, and his caramel locks looked sculpted and plastered onto his scalp. Despite his feminine good looks, his voice boomed with confidence and authority. "Try the Kopi Luwak," he said to a husky middle-aged man named Arnold while lifting a Stagg saucer and cup. "Best coffee in the world."
Arnold smiled, opened a folder, and winced. "Speaking of shit, let's talk about these dismal numbers," he said.
"Party-pooper," Steven replied to a gaggle of giggles.
Suddenly, a young, pretty woman in business attire entered the room. "Mister Alexander, someone is here to see you," she said with impeccable diction.
Steven and Arnold exchanged glances, and Steven exited with the woman. In the vast hallway, Steven met a twenty-year-old named Ryder in a Diesel leather jacket. He wore a thin, ash tie and untucked dress shirt underneath and was tan and sinewy. Ryder slicked his raven hair to the side with Philip B. Ryder also had beady eyes and a permanently impish smirk, which made him look like a cat. "Mister Dyer!" he greeted as the girl passed them.
Alone with Ryder, Steven spun around. "Really?" Steven whispered.
"Ryder Dyer? I see what you did there."
"Why are you here?"
"I was in the area and thought--I'd get fucked," Ryder said casually.
Steven glanced around. "Very busy."
"Won't take long."
Steven looked at his Patek Philippe. "Follow me," he muttered. They barreled towards one of the back elevators. "Leather jacket? Really?"
"Ladies love the look."
Steven smirked as they jumped into the elevator. "Ladies? Funny."
The elevator sped upwards, smooth as butter. Steven and Ryder bolted out of the elevator and down the hallway. "How's Arnold?"
"Mister Montgomery. And don't make me regret introducing you."
They entered a VIP suite. Ryder tossed his jacket haphazardly as Steven furrowed his brows. They both began to disrobe. "Not even gonna ask how the fuck went?" Ryder asked, simpering.
"I don't mix business with pleasure," Steven replied like a snob from hell.
"Why not?"
"I have boundaries." Ryder laughed as he stood in his fluorescent-yellow Andrew Christian briefs. Steven got down to his Versaces. A tattoo of a scorpion and daggers surrounding the Scorpio symbol adorned Ryder's right shoulder. Steven stared at Ryder's briefs. "Unlike you."
Ryder plopped down on a Royalin leather sofa, yanked off his briefs, and spread-eagled. His legs were slightly hairy, and he had a landing strip. "Shut up and fuck me, daddy."
Steven cringed. "Not your daddy, sonny boy," he grumbled. He rubbed Ryder's smooth, winking, pink-purplish hole, spat on his fingers, and shoved his index finger into Ryder. Ryder's body shuddered. Steven got so hard that he popped out of his briefs, and his boner bounced for a few seconds.
"Fuck me, you stupid, fucking whore!" Abruptly, Steven dashed to the nightstand. "The fuck?"
"Rubber," Steven said as he shuffled through the draw. He found one and threw it on as he rushed back to Ryder.
Steven thrust his finger back into Ryder and began pounding him with it. Ryder moaned. Steven added another finger, and Ryder growled, threw his head back, and rolled his eyes. His toes curled tightly. "Fuck me!"
Steven bent over and spat once onto Ryder's hole and once onto his cock. Then, Steven stroked his fat, throbbing boner for a few seconds as his veins swelled against the latex. Finally, he shoved his cock into Ryder's gaping hole. Ryder tensed and groaned loudly, which made Steven glance at the door.
Within seconds, Steven was pounding his ass hard. "Like that, bitch?"
"Harder!" Ryder demanded.
Steven pounded him more wildly as his breathing quickened. Ryder's small cock hardened, and he began stroking it. Ryder started sweating and breathing erratically. A musty, fishy stench filled the room. Steven's forehead started pouring with sweat. "Feels amazing."
"Gonna cum," Ryder mumbled and shot a massive load onto his abdomen.
Steven ripped off the condom, tossed it onto the stone flooring, gave his cock a forceful tug, and nutted all over Ryder's abdomen. Then, Steven carefully but swiftly gathered his clothes and headed to the rain shower.
Ryder joined him in the shower. "Hey, can I get some gas money?" Ryder asked without missing a beat.