My Boss Steve 2
Chapter 7
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The flight was still on time thank goodness, though it would have been unlikely to change in the last half hour, but he'd still checked at least five times. He slipped out of the office without seeing anyone and made for the management car park and his named space.
The flight from Prague had not even landed by the time he was in the small, local airport terminal studying the information board. He'd left home that morning, saying goodbye to his wife and telling her he'd see her after work the following day. He'd made a point of ensuring she'd seen what he thought was an impressive amount of paperwork he'd piled into his briefcase in preparation for today's `business meeting' that would continue into the evening and through the next day.
He paced up and down, impatient to see Stu and hopefully the lust in his eyes. It had been too long and he could feel the tingle in his underpants and knew his cock was in no way completely flaccid.
He waved enthusiastically when he saw the handsome younger man, his "lover" he supposed he should admit, walking out of the customs area wheeling his small bag behind him. He threw his arms around Stu's shoulders in what he trusted looked like no more than a friendly embrace and hoped it wasn't too obvious that he'd pressed his crotch against the other man, feeling the manly bulge there.
"God I want you Stu", he breathed in his ear. "And I'm going to show you just how much. I hope you're feeling ready for me and feeling strong. I'm going to fuck you senseless."
"Oh Steve, I......"
"You what? Steve responded as he ushered him out of the terminal building.
"Nothing. Just get me home."
"I have a little surprise planned", Steve opened his car door for the younger man.
"I've pulled in a few favours and arranged a little supper for just the two of us."
Stu realised that his boss had gone to some trouble for him and didn't feel that he could tell him he'd eaten just before he'd left Prague and had had a couple of drinks on the flight. He was now just ready to go to bed and sleep until tomorrow.
Steve was able to park right outside the restaurant. It had closed earlier that night for at least a week for a complete make-over. When Steve knocked, the locked door was quickly opened by the owner who he had made tonight's arrangements with. It was agreed that the chefs would cook their starters and main course, then leave, together with the one remaining waiter so these "special" customers could be left alone to serve themselves to their desserts which would be left on the side.
"Good evening gentlemen", the Italian-looking man greeted them. "I hope Mr Thansung explained that my restaurant is not looking at it's best and we should really be closed now for a makeover."
"It looks fine, thank you", Stu responded. Looking around, the place looked extremely smart but, he supposed, it was a very exclusive and expensive place, so needed to always be immaculate.
The two men sat at their table, discretely opposite each other and made small-talk over an exclusive and costly bottle of the best red wine Stu had ever tasted, discussing work, Stu's trip to see his sister and the delayed flight. All the time, Stu felt Steve's socked foot sliding up and down the inside of his leg and could see in his boss's eyes what he really wanted to talk about.
Steve ate enthusiastically, but Stu only picked at the fancy starter and delicious and hugely expensive main course. They thanked the chef, kitchen staff and waiter when they said goodnight and were told not to worry about clearing up, even if there were any spills, as the whole place was being gutted in the morning.
Steve collected the desserts and placed Stu's in front of him, bending down to kiss his neck. "This is the best the restaurant has to offer", he said, "a real treat. You know what your even better treat is going to be tonight, though don't you. You'll have to wait `till I get you home for that"! He smiled broadly, went back to his own seat and picked up his spoon. He put it to his mouth with a little of the luxurious, creamy concoction in it and poked out his long, broad tongue, all the time staring directly into Stu's eyes. Stu found himself unable to look away. He was so handsome, such a big, sexy man.
The younger man smiled back, trying desperately, but impossibly, not to appear interested and with a shaky hand, picked up his own spoon which then slipped and clattered to the floor. He slipped off his chair, pushed it backwards and falling to his knees, ducked under the crisp white tablecloth to retrieve it. Right in front of him, there were the bigger man's legs, his brightly socked, large, wide feet each tucked behind the front legs of his chair, his long, powerful legs parted. The bulging thigh muscles strained the woven material of his suit trousers and between them, that oh-so-beautiful rounded bulge; the very centre of this beautiful, sexual man. He didn't mean to; he couldn't help himself, but moved a little closer. He was unable to discern the shape of what was held so tightly within the taut cloth, so he shuffled on his knees closer still, and yes, the roundness to the right was the shape of one of his boss's testes, and as his focus cleared, coiled round, then lying across, almost horizontal, was that thick, fleshy tube and oh, there at the end was the bulbous head, the large knob that he loved so much, his boss's sex that gave him so much pleasure so often.
"Have you found it yet?" he heard his boss's dark brown voice ask from above the table. He could only continue to take in the glorious sight before him and try to fight his desire.
"Can you see it?"
Oh yes, he could see it all right.
"The spoon?"
The last two words didn't register in Stu's brain.
"Do you want a new one?" Stu, tilted his head as he studied the prize right in front of him.
Do I want a new one? the words in his head. He knew this was a difficult conversation that he would have to have, but later, not now, not with what was being presented to him, so close he could almost smell it.
He'd promised himself this wouldn't happen, that he would resist. But unable to stop himself, he moved closer, put a hand on each warm, chunky thigh and his nose to the softness between. He sighed as he breathed in the delicious aroma, the slight perfume of fabric softener or was it shower gel, mixed with the scent of manhood. Nature had tricked him, doing all in its power to guarantee procreation would happen. It wasn't his fault.
"Oh". The voice above the table again.
Above his head he saw the tab of the zip was sticking up. He grasped it and then unzipped. His hands moved to undo the waist button and he pressed his mouth against the warm, soft flesh behind the white cotton and felt a gentle swelling beneath. It wasn't his fault. It wasn't his fault. This god of a man was simply impossible to resist. He pulled the sheathed, hefty organ out above the waistband and closed his lips around it. His boss, Steve let out a surprised gasp, then an encouraging moan, leant back a little and parting his legs further, lifted himself off the chair slightly to allow his trousers and underwear be pushed down to is knees.
Stu felt the massive shaft swell, stretching his jaw as it always did. He slithered out from under the table as Steve stood up and kissed him passionately, feeling the strength of his boss's need after the long days of their separation. He closed his hand round the shaft and looked down. It was swollen to a remarkable size but still a little floppy which Stu always considered to be at its most attractive, appearing to be flaccid and absolutely huge at the same time. He licked his lips almost involuntarily, then, picking up the glass of expensive wine, lowering and tilting it, bent the full but still flexible shaft downwards and dipped it in the richly crimson liquid. He licked the delicious taste from the tip and felt it stiffen further. He wanted more and pulled off then sucked the whole width into his mouth to get the full flavour.
It tasted so good, the wine the best he had ever enjoyed, but what was more intoxicating was the manly taste of the cock that had been tightly packed away for several hours. He knew he would never be able to drink red wine again without thinking of this moment, the delightful combination of flavours making him dizzy. He once more dipped the heavy knob into the wine and sucked, with closed eyes.
"You really are a bad boy," Steve's boss said huskily, "I think I might have to bring this up at your next performance review. I was really enjoying my desert, then you distracted me. It really is a delicious dish, you should try some".
Steve lifted his subordinate and pulled him tightly against him. He pressed his lips against Stu's breathless mouth, put his large hands behind the man's head and forced his tongue inside.
"You're a dirty little bugger aren't you," he breathed when the kiss finally ended. "If you want to play that game......" and with that, he ran both hands down the sides of Stu's waist, hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his loose chinos and pushed them down the back of Stu's legs together with his underwear, down to just above his knees, picked him off the floor and walked him back around to where he'd been sitting.
"Steve, stop. Boss no, you....." Stu felt the plate holding the restaurant's signature desert underneath his naked bum, then the fruity, chocolatey, creamy delight ooze between his cheeks. Once again Stu felt those plump, warm, damp lips pressed to his own. He heard himself whimper faintly and felt faint and dizzy as the big man's kisses always made him feel. He was pushed backwards and he heard the thud of china and metal as a plate, the cruet set, some cutlery and one of those fancy glasses hit the plush carpet as he was laid on the tablecloth like part of a banquet. His legs were now lifted up, his knees almost next to his face. He knew now what was coming and surrendered to this ultimate pleasure.
The plate was pushed aside and that glorious strong tongue was licking the sticky sweet from his buttocks, then between, Oh. Oh yes.
"This tastes so much better served on you", he heard his employer and lover say.
"God, boss. That's too nice. You know what you do to me. Oh. Oh please." He didn't really know what he was saying, the words just seemed to come out randomly as he closed his eyes and revelled in that strong tongue now probing, pushing urgently into his most private place.
But the tongue was not enough, was never enough. Of course it felt wonderful, caressing and lapping at his tender, sensitive place and he wouldn't have missed out on the feeling for anything, but it always made him insanely desperate, desperate to have the real thing, that mammoth, hot, hard monster sliding into him.
The lapping carried on and Stu was almost shouting out his need, his frustration now. He needed that thing deep inside him, filling him completely and all he was getting was the torture of more stimulation, more sadistic torture.
Then there was nothing. Stu's erection was harder than it had ever been, the over-stretched skin painful, sticking straight up in the air, neglected. He opened his eyes, then sat up. Steve was standing, his angry looking prick throbbing as he stared adoringly at Stu's prostrate form. But he had a strained, indecisive look about him.
"I think.... I think we should get you home", he said somewhat unconvincingly." I have plans you see, plans for at your flat."
Stu stared. He had trouble taking in what the bigger man had said. As it sunk slowly into his brain, addled and consumed with the sole need of his body, he almost screamed at his boss, "No. No, Steve, please. Please take me now. Fuck, can't you see? I have to have you. I have to feel that cock deep inside me. Please, Please. GIVE IT TO ME!"
A slight smile spread across the Boss's face and he moved closer and bent forwards for a kiss.
"How can I refuse that!" He breathed. Stu felt his lover's lips press hard against his own and the wide tip of his prick press against his tight hole, which seemed to be determined to resist invasion as it always was.
He felt the heat of the man's sex, pushing harder now, trying to give him what he craved. It was lubricated by the creamy mix of the sweet still all over his bum, but even so, the stretching required to accommodate this massive man was as painful as ever.
Eventually, as always, the circle of muscle gave up the struggle, the pain sharp.
"Ow, ow ow ouch, fuck it hurts. Fuck."
Then, just as quickly, the intense pleasure of the full, hot feeling of the man's shaft travelling deep, oh so deep inside, overwhelmed the pain and Stu gasped.
"Oh god, boss. Oh yes, Fuck me now, Give me what I want you fucker."
Steve thrust as hard as he was able, deep inside his boy. He couldn't control himself as he normally could. How the hell had he ever thought he'd be able to wait until they were back at the flat? He thrust hard now, hard and fast. It felt so good. So good and so right somehow. He loved this young man, this man who had given him so much, who'd re-awakened what deep down he had really always known was what he wanted.
He now began pounding faster, so fast and Stu, dizzy and simply overwhelmed as this man never failed to make him feel, let go and once again experienced the joy that the monster sliding in and out gave him.
The remaining crockery and some of the cutlery was vibrated onto the floor and with a loud grunt and louder cries, Steve yelled out his climax. Stu felt the familiar, smasming of the giant thing up inside him as his boss pumped out his essence.
"I'm sorry. I really wanted to wait till we were in your flat. I wanted to show you how much I missed you, how much I care." Steve said. And instead, here we are in a restaurant, lying across a dirty tablecloth, smeared with expensive pudding. Fuck that was nice though!"
"Steve, boss, I tried not to. I didn't want this, but -- but you know, I'd almost forgotten what you do to me. I can't say no to you. It's not fair. I tried."
They'd lain there on the table for a while as they recovered from the short but energetic and intense sex.
"Come on my handsome, sexy boy, let's get you home", Stu's boss said in a soft, husky tone. In the plush, but a little tired-looking gents, they found laundered flannels, tissues and wet-wipes and cleaned themselves as best they could. They found there were smears of chocolatey, fruity cream everywhere.
"Stu, are you OK to walk to your place? I'll take your luggage and it's a lovely night. It's not far and I need to tell you something. I probably shouldn't drive anyway."
"Sure, that's fine. It will give us a chance to talk and there's something I need to tell you too."