"A Business Deal for Matt, Part Two " by Jay Roberts Gay Beginnings
The silence continued. Matt was getting twitchy with impatience. He wanted to move to the next step, sexually, or end this agony. Finally Gordon cleared his throat.
"How about I lock the door, no one's here, but just for privacy?"
"Sure," Matt said with a slight hoarseness. His mind processed the idea that the show was starting.
When Gordon returned to the couch he fixed the other boy with a strong stare. "How about we strip?"
"Wow!" Mat said, "You come right out with it. I don't mind. I've lived a life of undressing in front of others in locker rooms.
He stood up and took off his jacket and tossed it on a nearby chair. Then he kicked off his scuffed loafers and revealed his bare feet. Gordon let out a yearning sigh as he stared at the beautiful feet with the long slim toes. But when Matt pulled off his pants he revealed lovely blond fuzzy legs. This was unexpected as Matt's blondness seemed to suggested that he would be hairless. Instead his legs were hazy curly pale hair. What was to come held Gordon's attention, but Matt stopped his undressing and looked pointedly at Gordon.
"Show your stuff too, I want to see my customer."
Gordon laughed and took off his expensive $150 tie and then his imported British shirt. He was, unlike most young men of today, wearing a silk tee shirt. That came off. Now the former college wrestler was revealed. Big pecs, covered with dark hair adorned his chest. Next he unlaced his Swiss made shoes and slipped off his black silk socks. His strongly arched foot was, on the high arch, crowned with a patch of hair and his big toe had three as well. When his pants were off, as Matt expected, the young guy had luxuriant leg hair right up to his upper thighs.
When they were both totally naked Matt was a further surprise. While his chest and belly was smooth, pale and glossy, he had a big patch of dark blond hair in his pits and a matching rug from hip to hip.
Gordon's pubes were hairy as was hi stomach. Lying in the hollow of his ball sac was his swarthy cock, fat and potent. Matt's junk was slim and pale pink, he was circumcised.
They stood about ten feet from each other. When they both had their eyeful of each other's body, Gordon sat back down on the couch, his powerful hairy legs splayed. He ordered Matt to get on his knees and crawl over to him.
"What! I'm just your supplier, not your slave."
"If you want to get at this, and I know you dearly want to, that's the way you may approach me."
Matt shrugged and sank down to his knees and like a soldier on maneuvers he crept toward the powerful cock tower as his object. His mouth was partly open and he was dripping saliva. Gordon saw that.
"Is this your first cock sucking?."
Matt nodded. "I've only been on the receiving end."
"You're going to love it. I think you were made for this. Look, you mouth is already in position."
Matt knew this was true. He longed to reach his prize. He wanted a taste of that cock and the feel of it between his lips and the distant prize of slippery wonderful gizm at the end. The job of pleasing this masculine boy was his mission and he would fulfill it the best he could.
His young knees were getting rug burns from the trendy, modern sisal carpet as he made his way toward that flexing cock. He squeaked a few times out of pain and Gordon felt a little sorry for the boy.
"Poor baby. Be brave. Get your tongue ready for the treat."
A moment later the soft blond hair of the avid crawler was between Gordon's hairy legs and Gordon would feel the damp, hot, eager breath of the auditioning fellator. Then with a deep cry of longing Matt's lips wrapped around the cock head and fastened on that ridge just below. His tongue swiped across the slit and, like a bee, he tasted that honey. It immediately went to his head like an elixir of passion and he lost all decorum and slid down the hot shaft until the head was lodged in his throat.
Gordon was transported. He put his hand on the short haired blonde's head and urged his on. Matt didn't need urging as he blindly began socking furiously.
"Take it slow baby," Gordon croaked. "We have all day."
Matt ignored the request. He was after the milk that cock could provide. His tongue lashed around the shaft and his throat muscles whipped around it. His mouth made suction and he moved up and down, now adding his hand to the action.
Gordon never had a problem in lasting as long as he wished, cuming only when he decided to award his suckor with his essence. But this boy was too much for him. He shouted, "Oh shit!" as his orgasm took him in hand and made him helpless to resist. He felt the tide starting in his calves and rising up to his thighs and vibrating his balls. He threw his head back and brayed like a bull as he went almost unconscious with the power of his cum.
Matt blasted a bit of spooge, as a sample, then the deluge. He mouth was filled to overflowing man milk. Gordon hips kept rising and falling with the spewing. Finally he sat back, breathing hard.
"How about letting me suck you now? You deserve it. Good job!"
"Too late," Matt said and pointed to a puddle on the carpet.
Gordon laughed, then went to a wardrobe and took out two terry robes and threw one to Matt.
"Well, then, how about a drink?"
"Sure."
"Martini?"
"Great."
Matt sat back down on the loveseat and sipped his drink. "I'll be coming this way in month. We can discuss details."
"Great, and when you come I'd like you to meet Hung, no fooling that's his name. He is our technical draftsman and he can help you set up the schedule of shipments.
"Chinese huh?"
"Yeah, is the idea making you hard again?"
"Maybe."
End of Part Two