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As my Kimber 1911 shot it's ordinance downrange, the range officer had to smile after my shooting sequence. This .45 had been given to me by a former army ranger I had spent in the combat field with, as a gift one Christmas. Definitely a nice present at around $1,200, but he probably got them at cost due to now being part of their marketing team. 1911's were us former military types favorite pistols, and while Kimber didn't have the long term reputation of Colt or Smith and Wesson, they produced some exceptional double action firearms. This one never seemed to miss, although admittedly I had more experience than the average civilian. My military service plus owning a tactically trained security and protection company, had paid more than financial dividends.
No matter what caliber or gun used, it was an extension of my fist. That was how I was trained 20 plus years ago, and how our company's firearms instructor Wally did things. Getting him just after he retired as a marine sniper, was a coup in so many ways. Despite being gruff, Wally made all of us better shots, and also more reactive in shoot or don't shoot situations. I had learned a lot on duty and international shit holes like Afghanistan and Iraq, but his training had brought myself and other veterans up to even higher standards. Cleaning up the brass in my lane, I secured my gun and accessories, before leaving to meet a new client,
Mrs Williamson was an executive Vice President of a major newspaper in New York. She had been getting emailed threats, from a bunch of right wing groups. Apparently they were upset with her green lighting a series on LGBT families and adoptions. Even as a bisexual man, I couldn't believe the vitriol I read in her office. She was 60 something, and in her younger years, must have been quite the looker. As I perused these her assistant brought me a cup of coffee. They were quite direct, so I created a threat matrix. As usual I inquired about fired or disappointed employees, or any suspicious people or activity at her workplace or home.I got the answer I expected, and that was a resounding Nope. Every damn time.
Her chairs were certainly comfortable enough. One day I hope to have an office like this, as for the most part, my company's headquarters was my laptop. Actually we did have a small business office that we'd rent occasionally, and if revenue kept rising at its current rate, soon we should be able to have a place with professional standards in place. After reviewing the emails, and particulars of the case, I decided to call Lindsay Evans. She was one of my former NYPD operators, and despite being 50, a lot of people thought she was in her 30's. In great shape due to workouts that made me cry, she had genetics on her side as well. At 5'10 and around 165 pounds, she was buff enough to do damage but still could carry out an assignment in a business suit. Obviously under hers would be a Glock pistol, with OC and a taser in her pocketbook. Body armor would be well concealed, and I'd have her do a "light protective detail," unless something substantial came up. Newspaper folks and members of the media were regularly threatened and harassed, so far I just didn't have enough information to need to overextend my clients detail.
It had been a busy week. One of my newest employees Bernie, had received all of his private security credentials. He was my youngest employee at 30, but had four years of marine MP, and did work for defense contractors that was very impressive. I decided to treat him to dinner at Chase's Steakhouse, which had been a tradition for new hires. He also arrived in a suit, looked sharp, and had intelligent questions brought up. Bernie was definitely going to fit in, and his bonafides in both physical security and telecommunications were superior, but I liked these to be informal get to know each other types of events. It was like pulling teeth with him, but finally I learned he was a ravenous Mets fan, enjoyed chess, and also played the guitar to relax. All good activities, except the Mets, as I ribbed him about my beloved Yankees 27 championships. He took it well, and I appreciated his sense of humor, along with his humility.
Finally the weekend was arriving, and I texted my 18 year old lover Max. We had met on the USS Intrepid Aviation Museum in Manhattan. Ever since the Columbia University freshman had been, my Filipino friend of shared interests and much more. He was an old soul, cerebral, and as passionate as I ever could of hoped for. The past week he had gotten his tongue pierced, and I was anxious along with honest during our phone calls, how that would make his already mind blowing sucking go. Such an incredible kisser, lover, and this whole weekend we both had planned at my penthouse on the 35th floor. Might as well be the 69th, as there was going to be a lot of sexual energy unleashed.
That Friday he had classes in accounting and chemistry, so I worked out at the gym. The night before I shaved my pubes per Max's request. My balls too, and as I stepped in the shower after lifting, I saw men's eyes focus on my crotch. This exhibition made me really excited, and I lit up thinking of the good looking men, who were looking at my eight inch penis that got hard with this type of environment. Yet I had to save it for Max, although I did see a cute redhead that I might have to get to know. His bright matching pubes and nice ass were succulent indeed. Walking out of the gym, I stopped by the grocery store, to pick up food and booze for my paramours visit. My plan was to literally take my aggression out on him, and continue to enjoy every second of our being together.
At the store I picked up some mostly prepared foods. Also at the house I had gotten the ingredients, for Max to provide for me a naked lunch. Thinking of him in the kitchen smoothly shaved all over, made me walk funny up and down the aisles. My desire and passion for him was at levels that couldn't be measured. I also hoped he liked the whipped cream and cherries I got, as we could suck each other off as dessert. Damn we needed to be kissing, cuddling, among other activities. Checkout the older lady Jane was working. She must live there, and probably was close to, if not past social security age. We did our usual tango chitchat that revealed nothing personal, but was pleasant nonetheless.
On my walk back to my penthouse, my mind wandered as it often did after an extensive week. Sexy Max would be over around 11 am, so I drank a few cold ones, watching Netflix from the comfort of the leather couch. Not wearing anything, I eventually turned it off, got in a hot shower, and read a novel on the civil war. It was well presented, with an intricate knowledge of battle wounds, but also the diseases that killed more Union and confederate soldiers. Yes a bit macabre, but history wasn't always pretty. Finally I was able to sleep, as my operations manager Chris was "running the show in my absence." I had advised him of an extra $1,000 bonus for a weekend, that I could be left out of any important decisions or drama. He was happy with that, as he was the type of guy who'd be happy with a steak, but I placed a premium on taking care of my employees.
Sunshine over Gotham. Watching the local news, as usual there was the focus on both international and downtown material. That's one difference from any other city in the USA, other than perhaps Washington DC. If you travel a lot, you'll see a lot of local broadcasts that stick exclusively to the community. Our anchors were well versed, and I did take a few minutes to study CNBC. While I enjoyed investing, I didn't want to be one of those obsessed zombies, looking to be the next Warren Buffet. Although not my specialty, my 21% rate of return was pretty good.
Wearing the blue low cut briefs and a white t shirt, I had cereal and my strong coffee. Also popped in a pop tart, which most in their 40's had given up years ago. Yet with my fitness routine, an extra one here and there caused no problems. Admittedly I was pent up, and time seemed to move slower than molasses. Finally it was getting closer to Max being done with his classes, and I wanted my 6'3 muscular frame all over his 5'8 thin body that really did turn me on. We had such a good connection despite our age differences, and his intellect along with humor were a welcome reprieve from everything else. He asked me what to wear, and what to pack. Max laughed when I said, "that was my job," but he promised to wear the tight compression shorts that showed off that nicely rounded ass of his. Also his 5" cock wasn't huge, but these shorts showed the bulge, which always made me randy.
Sure enough, after sitting down on the couch, the door knocked. Looking in the camera, it was Max with his weekend luggage set. Damn he looked good, with short hair on the sides with spikes up top. Wearing the tights, I opened the door, and then closed it. We kissed holding hands, and feeling his tongue ring, it all became visceral now. We smiled looking at each other, taking it all in. Our colognes and manly scents enveloped us, as we kissed more, with my strong hands grabbing his ass. He moaned and his legs were shaky. Somehow we made it to the couch, and as the screen saver on the tv bounced from subject to scene, our connection was reestablished. We needed each other, and he had me hot and bothered in no time.
As we kissed and held each other, soon I was below him, and felt his cock burrow onto mine. Frot with Max was such a good feeling, even more sensitive now that we were both smooth. His body heat and mine radiated at Chernobyl temperatures, and our feet and hands together, paradise. Every bit of city and ambient noise disappeared, as soon he was holding my penis in his dark complexed Filipino hands. Those diminutive fingers, well manicured nails, the essence of youth. Feeling him touch my sex organs was incredible, as I gasped he took advantage of my distracted bliss. Oh how his wet lips, tongue, and metallic ring made me harder than I could imagine. Seeing Max look at me, and smile saying "you like your penis in my mouth," I just about lost all control to my seductive lover.
He went up and down my shaft with his tongue. Slobber and precum from my head, which he gobbled greedily. I held his face down guaranteeing balls deep, and I could hear that slobbering and clicking noise that indicated the apex had been reached. Every attempt to compliment him was in gibberish, and his hard penis was seeping precum onto my legs, as my hands held on to the couch. That metallic stud added a layer of sensuality. Max teased me all over, pushing it outwards as he took my gigantic balls in his mouth. He knew that he was stirring the tanks, and eventually would be rewarded by plumes of my DNA.
Sucking on my sensitive nipples, our tongues met, and I detected my sperm in his mouth. Taking him on the couch, I sat him upright, and gave his nipples some TLC. Grasping his dick and balls in my palms, he shook instantaneously, as I started to lick his musky tasting shaft. Finally in my mouth, I closed my lips in that trademark BJ "O." He was catatonic as I had my way with his genitals. Having become familiar with his nerve endings, I touched his sensitive area above his cock, and where his legs met. Licking his hole I prepared him for the inevitable, as it was a certainty that I'd take him as I saw fit.
So turned on by his dark smooth skin, I kissed his neck, before moving to his mouth. Our tongues danced at the same time, and soon enough the was whispering "fuck me baby." I was happy to oblige and took him from behind. It took considerable effort, but my head and shaft were now in his g spot area, and he was smiling and moaning as my hips shook to his liking. He felt my testes as I plowed him, all lubed up, and soon my dangly bits were the only thing holding my 8 inches of tube steak inside his tight succulent ass.
As I looked in his eyes, he moved to ride me. He felt the up and down motions of my penis, and my hands pushing his hips down upon me. He was my bitch, and he felt the thrusting of my man meat rooting around his insides. Max tried to kiss me, but soon was moaning and sweating so profusely. I touched his chest, and loved how his nipples were so hard. Then again he was, as he endured the stretching inside of him that went to unparalleled levels. My wider than usual penis and length, reminded him clearly I was in charge of this experience. Watching my manhood entering him with lube dripping was mind blowing, as was the feeling of his tongue ring on my neck. Oh yes I was gaping his hole. I could feel his prostate bulb, and all he could do is speak in gibberish, as I was hitting the semen producing gland that sent the white stuff to his now very tight balls.
He continued to ride me, clenching down on my private parts. As he kissed me, he simply said "impregnate me." Oh yes I was going to breed him. Soon enough I was rewarded to his cum on my stomach, and with unbelievable ferocity, I felt my sperm move through my tube factory. Sure enough it was eye closing toe curling pleasure. A rush of proportions unknown, as I bred his ass and made it look like cinnamon buns. He put my sperm all over his ass, and we kissed with so much unbridled passion. All I wanted was him, and to hold him I. My strong arms. His super soft body. We fell asleep and yet despite the reprieve, I woke up to him sucking my penis and making me super hard.
No Gatorade yet but Max had full lips, and with that tongue ring, I was in the level of heaven never felt or experienced before. Up and down he went, and he instinctively picked up on my desire, to do 69 with him. His penis on top of my mouth, I swallowed him with all of my suction power. Like a Hoover with too much voltage I had him, and licked his hole until he was slobbered all over. Fingering his rear end, soon I was inside him. It was if I was in another zone, and his eyes telepathically told me what he felt.
In his tight hole, he felt my head slide in, and my shaft push in as he pushed down. My 8 inches of manliness filled him up, sliding past his g spot, to where the proverbial sidewalk ends. There was no more room, as he felt mostly pleasure along with pressure and some agony. My penis was shredding his insides, yet he couldn't pull away from my magic stick impaling his ass, my lips that kissed him, nor the ripped chiseled arms that brought us together. He was in an almost possessed state, and as he moaned, his sticky load shot all over me. Picking it up I opened his mouth, put it in and let my tongue find it. His sweet sugary cum was a culinary delight, as my cock soon was Mount Saint Helen's once again fully breeding his nice looking bottom. Our orgasms were legendary, and finally we drank the Gatorade, before crashing in my king sized bed.
Sleeping with Max was great. His smooth and athletic frame. I kissed him on the forehead as he slept, and soon I was out too. In a deep sleep, that provided the peace that my military and security career never did. The awful racks in tents and other shelters. From life experience this was heaven, although in the morning I was pleasantly surprised. Max made me breakfast in bed. It was delicious. A combination of East meets west, as although he had been born in the US, his mom wanted to keep traditions from Manila continuing on. His parents had totally accepted his being gay, and during high school he had a boyfriend for a little over a year. Now at Columbia he was single, and although we'd probably never be an official couple due to our age differences, we had a wonderful dynamic going on.
No matter what subject, Max kept up or taught me new things. The old dog learned a couple tricks. Even though I had been deployed everywhere, amazingly he was familiar with some of my less than geographically obvious postings. He was interested in my career, although to his credit he kept the gore at a distance, it was like he had known. I was curious about his classes, and also growing up in an Asian American household. His parents had emigrated here as children, so he was only able to provide with a snippet of perspective. Yet back home it was diverse like New York, and he had succeeded wildly. As he showered I finished breakfast, and made him a cup of strong coffee.
Both of us in low cut briefs, I asked Mark to put something "more provocative on." He smiled, kissed me, as he waltzed in the bedroom to change. Oh yes. So sexy in the mesh orange underwear. I could see his smooth penis and the lines of his cheeks from behind. We kissed a bit, and before the clock hit 10 my penis was deep inside him. He breathed heavy. Max felt my penis hitting his g spot and all eight inches. So wet and tight with lube. Plus his cologne and sweat made my tension so more complete, as I took him on the couch as he laid back. Watching my penis slide inside his welcoming hole, turned us both on. He played with my balls, I massaged his as I felt his feet on my shoulders wiggling.
If you were on the ceiling, you'd see his hole clenching around my charging ram. Our naked bodies becoming one, and the lighter color of his feet soles up in the air. You'd see us both smiling or eyes rolling, as our love making was so intense and with purpose. His penis was rock hard, and I loved this smooth cut unit, and couldn't wait until later to give my oral fixation some necessary time. The clicking noise of my dick deep in him, the cooing and moaning, the electrical pheromones lit up at the highest setting. He started to bite his lips, and I stirred his tanks, pulling my cock completely out and sliding in. He felt the pressure of my manhood on his g spot, along with waves of joy as he came all over his stomach. His sperms smell was so sweet, and before I realized it, I unloaded my entire contents inside me. As we kissed he turned me on more, by saying "he felt impregnated." Our kissing was passionate even at a higher level, as my dna life form was swimming in his insides.
Saturday morning had started off well, and we kissed more, along with soaping each other afterwards. The hot shower water pressure was great, and he made me laugh when he said "I can't believe how big your cock is compared to when you aren't hard." It was true that I went down to probably 2", which was a turn on in many ways. Guys in the spas thought I'd be easy on them were greatly mistaken, much to my delight. His penis didn't change much in size, but it was on this balls were empty. Soaping, kissing, and laughing with each other was a good way for a day to begin.
I cooked a steak and vegetables lunch. He looked so cute naked, as we both had decided it was best. We had a definite comfort factor. As he once got up I pinched his cute little ass, and the sound he made brought such almost boyhood innocence back. We openly discussed our relationships, lives, even our gay experiences. I was delighted to be double the size of his ex boyfriend, but had to inquire how he was able to adjust to my large equipment. "Toys." He used butt plugs regularly, allowing him to take my girth and length. I asked him if he came while doing this. "Sometimes as it feels amazing." We watched movies together. I made popcorn for us to share, as we cuddled on the couch. Occasionally kissing but always holding hands. His hands in mine was a good feeling, and I cooked him a chicken dinner that he really liked. Showering again, I knew what he both wanted and needed.
He looked so gorgeous. Glitter on his face, his hair spiked up, and nothing but tight little blue bootie shorts. I liked this blue and gold theme immediately. Yet upon trying to kiss him, he gently pushed me away and said "not yet baby." Every bit of my male aggressive tendencies and hormones was screaming, as he gyrated in front of me. His sick pack and bulge, oh I couldn't wait to feel his hardness in my mouth, and to deflower him with all of my intensity. Music on and he danced in front of me, lowering his bottoms, to show me his smoothness and his ass. I was so losing my mind, but he kept gently pushing me away, as I watched him pull a male Shakira belly like move in front of me. I'm sure I was slobbering. Drooling like a mad man, as I needed him right there and then.
Max sashayed and grabbed my hands. "Let's go to your room, and let me lock the door." His voice pitch was so sultry, and I knew he was getting prepared for a significant boarding party. The gold glitter, his soft lips, his tight chest against mine as the lock cylinder clicked. Tongues back and forth, his metallic ring tasted and felt so good, and we rubbed our cocks together as our clothes came off. He held my penis in his soft feminine fingers against his, and it was like a light show with added voltages of pleasure. Our two penises rubbed back and forth, and finally I French kissed him, as I throttled my hard cock into his smooth testicles. He moaned and it did feel so good, as I soon was touching and kissing his very hard nipples as well.
Picking him up I put him on the bed, and I got on, holding his cock in a established manner. I smiled as did he. "You're going to get it." I lucked around his crotch before finally bringing his head to my lips. Up and down my head bopped. His facial reactions were priceless, and his moaning and fingers grabbing the sheets let me know I had hit pay dirt. I so loved his musky yet sensual body aroma in my olfactory nerves, and how his genitals felt as I licked them with raw determinism. Slurping his balls up, I started to finger him with lube. He was in another universe as was I, as his penis in my mouth was a highlight I always sought. Spitting saliva down his shaft he smiled again, as I was beginning to get his precum tied up with my own DNA. Soon I was sucking him so hard, probably people next door could hear the slippery suction sound that permeated the room and beyond. It drove him even crazier, as I made sure to take him all the way in my mouth. He cooed as I kept slurping, and I wanted him to know my desire for him there and then.
We kissed and soon his tongue stud was going down my penis. What a feeling! He was teasing me in every way never conceived, and started to give my sex a bath in his mouth and throat. He took me all the way in. I just about lost it, as he had me down to my balls, and watching this added on to the kink of it all. He step by step methodically gave me the best head ever. It was a almost drug high translucent experience, and he petted my balls gently with his fingernails. How did he know? I was becoming unglued and out of touch with reality, as seeing him with the gold glitter and thick lips of his made me riled up to a point of no return. The tension was palatable, and finally I had to grab his face. Growling I told him, "get ready to get properly fucked." He looked kind of nervous yet anticipating, as I was going to sodomize him with all of my muscle and energy.
Those innocent eyes nonwithstanding, it was time to drop the hammer on the glitter covered babe, who's sweat and aromas drew me to him eagerly. Voraciously I picked him up, and kissed him. With lube coming off my fully aroused penis, I fucked him standing up as I pulled his waist into me. It was so primal but had to be done. He tried to scream, and I knocked the wind out of Max. A good start as I unleashed ferocity and my essence into his tight hole. Moving my hips around I stretched him, and soon I put him on the bed, with his legs all the way up like a contortionist at a circus. Showing no mercy I pile drove my hardness in him like a Patriot missile's radar latches on to an enemy target. He was pushing down with power, as I knew inside my size, girth, and strength showed him who the dominate one was. My ankles and hamstrings provided motion, and I continued to slam his asshole as deep as my hanging out balls would allow for. He tried to scream but couldn't, as my cock was pounding his rectum so tightly and past the rubicon. Oh the pleasure and the debauchery.
Finally I grabbed his hair and kissed him. Our tongues flicked like Cobras, as I manacled his hands to mine. Soon he was bouncing up and down on my angry and erect penis. I was all the way in him. There couldn't have been another centimeter, as I grabbed his shoulders and made sure his direction was straight down. As my penis was in his tunnel of passion, I felt the surge come immediately. Closing my eyes overwhelmed by the forces of physics, my cock erupted in his innards like never before. Load and load of my cum shot out like an automatic rifle on full burst, and he cried out as my hot seed was in him exploring about. I immediately upon recovering fingered him, satisfied my sperm was now a part of him. Jerking his shaft and sucking his balls, he locked up with his cum going all over him. He had a look like he had been through a battle, but was content with the results. Smiling he before we fell asleep said, "I might be hurting inside, but once recovered, fuck me like that again." Off to a deep sleep, I woke up to the smell of coffee.
Walking out in my birthday suit, Max smiled at me, pouring me a cup. We kissed and he started to laugh. "What did I miss baby?" He kept laughing, and finally recovered saying, "you did me too hard last night. Do you mind if my ass has the day off?" The way he said it I couldn't stop laughing. This was truly a funny moment, and I laughed with kindness, as he explained that he had applied my military grade ice packs on his rear end. Apparently I had surpassed his stretching toys and my own efforts. We kissed, smiled, and laughed. An interesting way to start a Sunday. We cooked breakfast together, and then took a shower together. I made sure to give him a relaxing back massage and also his shoulders, and stayed away from his hole that admittedly enticed my wildest desires.
After showering, we watched a bit of the news together. As usual all over the place. I didn't want him to go, but he had tests of another kind on campus tomorrow. We kissed, hugged, and I got another splendid blowjob that ended up with me cumming in his mouth. As we kissed I jerked him off, shooting his sperm onto my hands. Licking it up we kissed. He promised to be back soon, and I wished him good luck on his exams. When at the door he looked so sexy in the khaki shorts and light blue t shirt. Yet as he walked away, I could detect his gait had changed. I owed my operations manager a $1,000 for keeping our time special, and as I ate some pizza from the fridge, I felt the fire down below advising me that we needed this quite regularly.