"A Business Deal for Matt, Part Three" by Jay Roberts Gay Beginnings
About two months passed before Matt was able to make the trip to Gordon's office although they had been in telephone contact. During that period Matt began to think about Gordon's remarks about his appearance. True he had gone mufti to not appear effeminate but his too short haircut and his careless clothes were almost an affectation in themselves.
Matt went metro-sexual and dudish. Naturally he let his hair grow in fully and then had a styling from Tony and Ray who were the men's stylists of the moment. Then he went to Bloomingdales and put himself in the hands of Norman, an older salesman who was thrilled to get his hands on a gorgeous lad like Matt (figuratively speaking.)
Holding one finger at his mouth and musing, Norman finally spoke, "Your fine body and face would be wasted in those loose undistinguished clothes that young people wear. You need the classics and with the classic fit, not these overly tight and short jackets and pants. Let's proceed to the fine men's department."
Matt ended up with a few trousers of standard hue: gray, beige and blue, but his single breasted blazer was from the finest off-the-rack manufacturer and looked very sumptuous on him. It was this attired Matt who approached Gordon's desk.
"You look good enough to eat, or to eat me. Shall we go back to our last custom of undressing and then see what happens?"
"I've been thing about our fun since thee last time and I can't wait to get it on but this time I hope you will return the favor."
"Sure. I know you'll like it. I'm the best."
"Ooooe, I know it!"
In a moment Matt was standing next to Gordon who was sitting on his chair, naked. It was in perfect position to take Matt's sweet cock in his mouth. He leaned forward, his tongue out slightly just about to take a taste when the door opened and a lithe figure entered.
Gordon put his tongue back in his mouth and greeted the newcomer. "Hung, I've been expecting you." And turning to Matt who was a bit annoyed at the interruptions, he continued, "Hung has some special talents. I promise you that you will never forget his attending to you."
Matt shrugged. "Whatever," he said almost to himself." He watched as the Chinese youth slipped out of his clothes. This was some delicious body, slim, smooth and of a glowing hue, a mixture of tan, pink and white. He stood over six feet on long slim legs. Unlike the insult to Chinese males, his equipment was impressive: very long and slim and his ball sac was darker and potent.
He had expected a Chinese with the name Hung to be a muscular hunk, like Gordon's body guard, but this sweetie was just scrumptious. But his lovely face and body did not match the voice and manner of the young Asian as he said forcefully: "Lean over Gordon's desk and push your ass out for inspection."
Matt began breathing loud. Calling attention to his backside always got him excited and he knew this about himself and he always guarded it with care as he knew he was potentially easy prey. Yet there was something about this exotic youth that made it impossible to disobey and he complied. Even as he bent over the desk and pushed his ass out, he felt a bit of pride as he had examined himself in his three way mirror and he knew that his saucy ass was perfection.
He could feel Hung body heat and feel his breath as the sexy lad surveyed the perfect ass before him. He noted that the young executive's ass hole was moving out in a pucker, as if to kiss. He knew that this blonde was more than ready to lose his ass-virginity. He also heard little sounds of excitement coming from his prey.
Meanwhile Gordon resumed his attention to Matt's cock that was now leaking honey in excitement. Matt felt that he had reached a high pitch and thought that it could never exceed this moment, until his ass ring felt Hung's lips pressing against it. Matt felt his pucker return the kiss and open wide. Then Hung unfurled his long thin tongue and lapped the pucker and accepted the invitation to enter. He pressed inside. Matt's head whirled from the effect.
Gordon almost smiled, if he could have while sucking as he knew Hung's technique, as he had thrilled from it himself. Gordon allowed Matt's stiff cock to slide down in his throat and began wanking it with his throat muscles. Poor Matt couldn't be sure of the origin of his mighty passion. Was is the tongue fucking or was it Gordon's sucking. But he knew this onslaught was bringing him to a shattering orgasm. He held off as long as he could but a tingle started in his feet and rushed upwards.
It was as though his balls were whirling and spinning and his ass was heaving in and out in a fuck motion. "Oh, oh, oh," he moaned helpless to stop the inevitable. Then came the first spurt from his leaping cock. A blackness seemed to slide like a window shade over his consciousness as his body heaved and fucked.
He knew he was ejaculating as his cock bathed Gordon's mouth with young cock milk and his ass fluttered around Hung's eager tongue but then nothing, blackness as he slumped to the floor.
Gordon looked down as the fallen pretty boy and he winked at Hung. "I guess our guest needs to rest, poor lad. Please dress him and take him back to his hotel. I have another appointment with an electrical contractor. He's a sturdy Irish lad and I think he wants to be our supplier very badly. I will consider him if..." He winked again.
As Hung expertly dressed the passed out Matt, he said, "Yes, Irish stew would make a fine lunch for me. I will be back shortly."
End of story