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Mr. Lemire and Me, Part 4 From Part 3:
"After getting dressed and looking immaculate once more I had a very funny thought as we started to go upstairs to lunch. I suddenly laughed out loud. GŽrald turned to me as if to say, What?' All I could blurt out was Ricardo Montalb‡n!' He immediately gave out a rueful chuckle. Yeah. You're not the first person to say that!' And Ricardo' and I went upstairs to our Malaysian meal and then to afternoon delight"
The chef outdid himself with the Malaysian meal. What an incredible cuisine. It has Chinese, Indian, Indonesian, and Thai aspects. You could tell this country was a crossroads of Asia. We had an aperitif of a Malaysian spirit he had managed to find somewhere in town or had ordered from somewhere else. For appetizers he had an entire platter on a "lazy susan" so that we could turn the round platter around to select one of the delicious little morsels he had prepared for us. For the main course he again had prepared small dishes so we could sample the richness and variety of Malaysian cuisine. What had chicken and fishhead curry. We had different satays. We had two gorengs, including nasi goreng. We had different laksas, too. Some dishes were sweeter. Some were more savory. All were full of unexpected flavors and depth of flavor. I think the char kuey tow and the oyster omelet were my absolutely favorites, even if I really enjoyed all of them. We also were poured four different beers and encouraged to try them with different dishes to discover which beers matched which dishes the best. Fantastic! Finally for dessert we had little fruit plates with a variety of exotic fruits including the smelly durian. Who knows where he found that? He suggested a tea tasting afterwards. However, we declined and suggested we do that another time. We had other things on our mind now!
We left the country club and went out to the parking lot. GŽrald unlocked his beautiful green Jaguar, which was parked in its normal space. We got in and started driving downtown. Curious I asked, "Where are we going?" He gave me a grin and said, "I'm taking you to my place." Even more curious and now intrigued, I smiled back and said, "I can't wait." He turned on the music in the car. Soon, a soft symphony was playing. "Beethoven's Sixth" I said after listening for a few minutes. "Very good", he said. I do like Beethoven's symphonies." "Yeah", I answered. I think his Seventh has one of the most haunting melodies ever written." He nodded in agreement. "Although to use it as funeral music doesn't make much sense to me." My turn to nod in agreement.
We chatted in a similar fashion about classical music and favorite composers and pieces as we drove to where the large river ran through the middle of downtown. In the most elegant part of downtown, in an area that had never gone "downhill" as so much of so many American downtowns had, but had always been the place to live downtown, he pulled into a garage built at the side of a 19th Century mansion just beyond downtown, but with a river view. Wow. What a residence! The Jaguar certainly looked at home here. I was anxious to see the interior now, too.
I was a bit surprised to see GŽrald open the door himself and then switch off the security system in the vestibule. Once again, in the uncanny way he had of reading my mind, he said, "I don't have servants here. I do have people come in for regular cleaning and do use catering when I entertain, but I would rather be by myself in my own place. I see enough of people at work." I nodded at this, pleased. I thought that even if I had a place big enough to have live-in servants, I wouldn't want any either.
What a beautiful house he had! The entrance hall was grand enough, but it soon lead past a drawing room, furnished in early 19th century English furniture. After that was a library, full of beautifully bound volumes, and other rooms before ending at a large ballroom that looked big enough to hold a hundred people waltzing. I was rather taken aback by the luxuriousness of the house. He smiled and knew I was impressed. "It is a bit much", he said. "But the Company actually owns this place, not me. I do own a house upstate where I'm planning to live when I retire." Again he was reminding me of his sextagenarian status. But he was going on. "And since I'm CEO they insist I live here." Wow, I thought. I had not realized he was head of his company! I was so thick some times! He read my expression again and said. "I'm sorry. I just assumed you knew." He smiled again at me and gestured, pointing at this room, "I really use most of the house only for Company events and hosting clients, like you", he added. "Well", I drawled, "You've certainly got my business." He leered at me, "I certainly hope so! " He smiled once again. "Mainly I live pretty simply upstairs. I have my own suite and kitchen up there. It's not huge, but it's plenty large enough for one." I nodded my head and began to follow him upstairs.
His suite was extremely nice. The furniture was modern and comfortable. The paint colors were bright and cheerful and the kitchen was state of the art. Again he nodded and commented, "Yes, Steven, I do like to cook. I'll have to cook for you some time." My turn to smile and I added, "That would be very nice. However, right now I'd like to see a particular room in your suite." His eyes lit up but he said nothing, simply signaling which way to go.
His bedroom had a more subdued and restful paint color. The furniture was not quite as modern as the other rooms, more 19th century than 20th. Solid and sturdy. The bed, which dominated the room, was a bit larger than king size. Definitely custom made. As I was admiring the room, I suddenly felt hands on me. GŽrald pulled me into his tall, hard, body. I immediately snuggled in and let me pull me firmly into his embrace. We stayed that way for a couple of minutes and then his hands began to explore my body, softly, but with a solid strength that matched his taste in furniture. I almost started to coo as I relaxed into his strong arms. However, soon I almost unconsciously began to tease him, rubbing my back and butt up against his chest and crotch. Soon, I was writhing and teasing him for real, acting wantonly. I could tell I was having an effect as his big cock inflated and made my butt twitch. He said, a bit huskily, "I think we have on too many clothes." I turned around to face him and glanced down at his swollen crotch and said, "It would seem so."
I gently undid his dress slacks, letting them fall toward the ground below his knees. He nodded his approval. I exposed his royal blue briefs. Obviously his favorite color and once again matching his deep blue eyes, in contrast to his Latin dark skin and very dark brown hair. His briefs were tented obscenely by his huge cock with the big mushroom head. But it looked like the briefs were hurting him even, maybe even cutting off the blood flow to his erection. Well, we couldn't be having that, could we? I grinned at myself and soon released his prick from his briefs. It sprang out immediately and smacked his tight gut before sticking straight out from his body. The sight of his gorgeous manhood was more than this man could stand. Before I knew what I was doing I was on my knees with half of his cock down my throat! He gave out a startled gasp but certainly didn't try to move away! I was a bit crazed as I worked on his cock and sucked it hard and fast. If anything his erection got even firmer as I worshipped it with my mouth. Soon, however, he pulled me to my feet and said, "Steven, we have all afternoon." I was disappointed but had to nod my agreement. He then unzipped my slacks and pulled down my light blue mini briefs so that my seven-inch erection also slapped my gut and then stuck straight out. He pulled me toward him so that our steely hard erections were soon rubbing each other's in a cockfight. Wow. I could cum just from doing this. He was turning me on so intensely!
He noticed once again and withdrew from me slightly so that we were no longer touching. Then he undid my tie, slowly and lovingly. He took off my suit coat and and tossed it onto a nearby chair. He unbuttoned the buttons of my dress shirt, eventually exposing my hairless chest and pink nipples. Nodding in approval at my new swimmer's body, he finally pulled my shirt all the way off and tossed it onto the same chair. I then returned the favor, savoring his perfectly hairy chest and dark nipples. I admired his tall frame and his big shoulders and arms and thin waist. What a man's man this man was! Again, I was overcome by emotion and pulled him into my arms in a crushing hug. Again I had surprised him. He didn't expect me to be this aggressive. But he grabbed me right back and pulled me again into his embrace. Our cocks were back together in a new cockfight. But this time our chests and stomachs were also in contact and the feel of his hairy chest against my smooth one, especially once he leaned me back a little bit so that our nipples were in contact and he started to frot my hard as a rock pink nipples with his equally hard dark ones, was incredible.
I must have gasped with pleasure, because he smiled with the smile that could light up a room and said, "I think it's time we saw what it's like to be naked in a real bed." No disagreement from this quarter! We both sank down to the expensive, thick, oriental carpet to finish stripping, to take off our shoes, socks, and pants. The carpet felt luxurious against my naked butt, with some threads even entering my crack and tickling my asshole! Well, that didn't make my erection any softer I had to admit!
I admired his stylish dark brown Italian loafers, the color of a rich mahogany. He slowly slid them off, revealing his shapely feet in what I could tell were expensive Italian dress socks, too. Eventually all of his feet were naked to the world. He stretched them and massaged them briefly. Man, even his feet were beautiful with beautifully manicured toenails. Once his feet were naked, he stretched out and lifted his handsome naked butt off the carpet to pull the rest of his Armani suit and briefs off. Finally, he was totally naked on the carpet. Wow! Stretched out, slightly inclined toward me he looked like Ingres' "Odaleseque" but instead of being womanly and voluptuous, he was chiseled, hard, and so very, very, masculine. I gulped but matched his actions, pulling off my English Oxfords and satiny thin dress socks, also from England. I then also lifted my butt up just enough to finish pulling off my dress pants, too. We were now both totally naked stretched out on the carpet of his bedroom.
He broke the silence and said, "Steven you are so very, very, beautiful." I almost sputtered and said, "GŽrald, you are the beautiful one. You're masculine perfection even!" His smile lit up the room again and said, "Well, I think it's time for our mutual admiration society to feel sheets beneath us." I grinned and we pulled each other up. We locked up in a tight embrace and finally kissed. Wow again! We had to let go very soon or we would never have made it to bed!
We led each other by the hand and finally made it to bed. I lowered my body to the satin sheets and pulled him down on top of me. Once again we were in total frontal contact. His weight and strong body felt incredible against me. I felt protected and loved even. Our hard cocks had started to ooze precum as we gently rubbed our bodies together. I'm not sure how long we simply enjoyed being naked together and our frottage. I was in heaven. Well, maybe, not quite yet. Our hands roamed each other's body, grabbing hard cocks from time to time and stroking them, but never too much. We began to kiss again, as well. Our passion started to rise and we became more frenzied in our rubbing and kissing. His strength and power turned me on even more and I responded with my newly strong body, giving him as good as he gave. I could feel his respect for me and my force then. Finally, we went for the last frontier. Our fingers finally made into each other's crack, teasing, and then finally sinking into each other's ass, trying to find each other's prostate.
By now we were both sweating and moaning, so into each other that we never even noticed. It was all about him. It was all about me. It was all about us! But now it was time for the next step. I finally managed to pull away from him, just barely able to, since I wanted him so badly. He nodded and smiled and said, "The lube is over there." I raised my eyebrows, questioning. He answered, "I haven't had sex since I was tested last year. I'm safe. I assume you are?" I nodded. I hadn't been with a man in the last two years. I also had gotten myself tested a couple of weeks ago, hoping against hope today would happen. Wow for the third time. Bareback! I could wait to feel him in me naked!
I lubed up his cock and my asshole. He took the lube from me and lubed up his fingers. He laid me on my back and started to finger my hole, very gently. From one finger he went to two and finally to three. His long, big, fingers sank into me, opening me up for him. Soon he was fucking me with his fingers, stretching me ever wider and wider. My moans increased and I was writhing on the ivory sheets, incoherent.
Eventually he decided I was ready and without a word, his huge hard cock replaced his fingers. Without me even knowing, his mushroom head was inside me with no pain at all! What I had been dreading a bit, was now accomplished beautifully. He slowly pushed the rest of his long shaft into me. Of fuck I yelled silently. He is so fucking big! I've never had anyone quite as big as he is in me!
He took his time, letting me adjust to him. But then the real fuck began. He started to ease in and out me. His big, long, shaft felt incredible in me and his big cock head hit my prostate on every in and out. Slowly, irrevocably, his speed increased. He lowered his body onto mine so that our frot began again. Soon he was also ravaging my mouth and my cock was trapped between our bodies. The power of his fucking started to make my cock rub against his hard, hairy gut. We were soon so glued together with sweat that I suddenly felt like I was fucking him, too, that I was fucking his hard, hairy, abs and crotch! Damn!
He kept notching up and notching up. I was fucking getting my fucking brains fucked out! Finally he was pounding me as hard as he could. His body was pounding mine with all of his strength and force. I fought back against him as hard as I could, pulling him into me, and fucking his gut with my cock. I milked his huge cock with my ass, giving him the ride of his life. I never, ever, wanted this to end. But nature takes over and nothing as incredible as this could last forever. Finally, he hit my prostate once too many times. I felt the cum swelling up from the base of my shaft. I managed to gasp out, "I'm cumming. I'm cumming" and I did! Huge jets blasted out from my cock onto his gut, adding cum to sweat as he continued to pound me with all of his strength. However my ass must have clenched on his cock when I came, because he soon yelled out his own orgasm! "Auggh, auggh, auggh", he yelled! And damn it if I couldn't feel him cumming in me, creaming me with his life seed! It seemed like we came for minutes and minutes. He continued to pound me with all of his power as he continued to flood my insides with his hot cum. I continued to grasp his cock with my ass and fight back with my hole. He fucked me for another ten minutes, at least, until he finally started to slow down. He slowed down just as gradually as he has powered up. Finally he stopped altogether. He raised up from me and looked me in the face. His beautiful, masculine, face was blissful in its expression. His hair was unkempt and wet. His pupils were dilated with passion. I don't think I've ever seen anything more wonderful.
He slowly eased out of me finally and lay on his side toward me. He kissed me softly for a long time. And then he finally moved back so he could study my face and expression. "Steven, that was incredible. Never in my life have I experienced anything like this." He then became overcome with emotion and had to stop talking. I reached over and took his face in my hands and said, "GŽrald, never have I experienced anything like this either. You are one absolutely amazing man." For the third time his smile lit up the room. I must have smiled similarly, because he grabbed me and hugged me with intense passion. To my surprise my cock started to come back to life. What this amazing man could do to me! And his did, too! "Damn, look what you do to me, you beautiful man, Steven!" he said, mirroring my thoughts.
In less time than imagined, he was back inside of me, pounding with just as much intensity as the first time! Damn again! And once again he fucked the cum out of me and I pulled the cum out of him!
The room now stank of sweat and cum. It was both a stink and an aphrodisiac. As we held each other after Round 2 we snuggled and kissed, and unbelievably started to firm up. However, instead of going for Round 3 in the disheveled bed, GŽrald pulled me up from the bed and into a large bathroom with a huge shower. He quickly turned on the various showerheads and soon the room sounded and felt like there was a tropical waterfall that had been untapped. He pulled me into the shower and the unbelievable luxuriousness of warm water cascading all over me was so sensual and sexy that my cock firmed up completely. From what I could see through the water was that GŽrald's was following suit. But then he surprised me completely. He took some kind of gel from a rack and coated my cock instead of his. He suddenly grabbed my body and impaled himself on my cock! Oh holy fuck! This incredibly masculine executive was letting me fuck him! Well, fuck, he was going to get every bit as good of a fuck as he gave me!
Every one of my senses was on full overload. The cascading warm water, steam and some kind of fragrance, the feeling of GŽrald's masculine body as I ravaged his wet nipples and cock with my hands from behind him, while trying to hold his butt against me, hitting his long swinging ball sack with mine, trying to hit his love button as I willed my cock to be even bigger and fill him the way he had filled me. It was such an incredible high to be fucking this mature CEO in his own house in his own shower. I had never felt more masculine and powerful as I did then. And, yet, I knew from being on the other end, that GŽrald didn't feel any less of a man or manly from having me fuck him silly. Again, I don't know how long we fucked, but eventually I jacked him off to orgasm and I came inside him nearly instantaneously. I think we both fainted for a couple of seconds when we came. We came to, still coupled, with me holding onto him and him holding onto a rack in the shower room.
I marveled at the fact the water was still cascading and warm. I came out of GŽrald, turned him around, pulled his taller and bigger frame into mine and kissed him softly but still passionately. He responded to my kiss with equal passion. And thank God, while we both plumped up a bit, we didn't get hard again! I'm not sure either one of would have survived a Round 4!
We eventually released each other. We turned off the showers. We dried each other off with very large and very soft towels. We kept kissing each other from time to time and feeling each other as if we couldn't believe the other man really existed and wanting to make sure that this afternoon had really happened and wasn't just a figment of our imagination.
Eventually, GŽrald led me to the guest bedroom in his suite, which still had clean sheets. He turned down the covers and we both sank into the clean ivory satin sheets. Still naked, we held each other in a tight embrace and soon feel asleep in each other's arms.
It was full dark when we awoke. I felt GŽrald's hard cock against mine. A piss hard on? I couldn't see his expression but felt him laughing against me. And then my stomach grumbled, followed by his. I started to laugh, too. "We're acting like teenagers, instead of responsible, mature, men, Mr. Lemire", I scolded. "And ain't it grand", he responded. "But let's attend to some needs before others", he added. He got out of bed and stretched, showing off his incredible body. I got out of bed, too, and tried to copy him. We both went to full erections, admiring each other. I could tell he was trying to decide whether to change his mind about what needs should come first. However, as our stomachs growled again, he reached into his closet and pulled out a light blue robe. He tossed it to me and pulled out a royal blue one for him. We dressed and he led me out into his dining room, where a cold buffet awaited our dining pleasure. He smiled at my astonishment and said, "Sometimes being the boss has its advantages." He then sobered up. "Let's eat and talk about us. I think we need to." I had to nod in agreement. It was time to talk about us.