SEAL THE DEAL
By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
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The finest wines, the finest food, the finest service, all at the finest restaurant in town. There were ten of us at the table, and my father was sparing no expense as the evening progressed. My part on all this was to be entertained, and to entertain, to make lively conversation and daring comments and jokes. My business suit itched me, it was my father's and didn't quite fit me. This whole evening was well over my father's budget, but we had to do it up and do it right. The reason for that was six of the evening's guests, me, my father and mother, and father's partner Lisa Gregg, were the other four.
Those six were Mr. Lorimer and his wife, Mr. Patterson and his wife, and Joshua Lorimer and his date, a pretty piece of rent-a-girl whose name I forget. I should have been nicer to her than I was (and she was a vivacious property, talented and intelligent and all that), for I was pretty much in the same category. Brought in to balance out the table. I was here to make a "couple" with Ms. Gregg (a widow double my own twenty-four years) and the escort was here to make a "couple" for the boss' son. It made sense in a twisted sort of way, and I was also here to help spruce up our part of the table, as I worked for my dad's business.
My father ran an accounting business, and he wanted Lorimer & Patterson to hire him to work their books. If he got their trade, it would about move our firm's current five-figure income into the medium six figures. And I could become more than the office's receptionist/file clerk/mail runner. Maybe I could even return to college and finish my courses and get a degree!
So I was acting as fucking charming as I could get! Hanging on every word everyone said and trying to make relevant, interesting and contributory reactions was exhausting. What I was doing when I thought I could get away with it was checking out Joshua. My age, tall, dark-haired with a well-groomed 'stache and beard, Joshua was "GQ Male" model gorgeous! Of course, his mother was a good-looking woman and his father was a large, broad-shouldered hulk of a self-made man. He kept looking my way and I was watching him out of the corner of my eye because I was supposed to be hanging on his every word, I smiled when our eyes met, and his grin would get bigger every time I did that. It made checking out his son pretty hard to do, you know? But Joshua wasn't anything more than some eye candy for me at a grotty evening, because after this dinner was over, he'd go back to his hotel and I'd go back home and that would be that. Maybe another meeting or two after that just as public and impossible might happen, but then he'd be gone again, back to Lorimer & Patterson's New York offices, and out of my life.
I was in a position to watch how my dad's pitch was going, and the truth is, not very well. Mr. Lorimer didn't seem to want to talk business, frankly, he kept changing the subject. Asking all about Houston and how business around here was and what the tax situation was and all that. I didn't understand that, Lorimer & Patterson didn't have any offices closer than Memphis, but my father answered best he could and Mr. Lorimer would look my way, I'd quickly shift my eyes from his son to him and grin and he'd grin at me bigger and keep on talking. Mr. Patterson and his wife were "invisible" people, silent and ignorable. Ms. Gregg attempted to chip in now and then to help my father, but didn't make any difference in the pitch that I could see.
So the evening was pretty much a washout far as I was concerned and when Mr. Lorimer stood up and asked Dad to accompany him and Mr. Patterson to the bar for a private conversation, I knew then that he was simply going to let my dad down easy as he could because my father's overtures couldn't be misunderstood by that time, we weren't getting his business and I knew this evening had been a waste of time.
So I let them go and tried to carry on the conversation a bit longer, then excused myself to go to the bathroom. I mean, Dad was going to be down and he'd want to speak with my mother and Ms. Gregg without me. So I took a seat and took my time in there, if you know what I mean, and came out some ten minutes later, figuring the worst would be over with.
To my surprise, our table was empty except for my father. I came over and said, "Where'd everyone go?"
"Home." my father said. "Taylor, Son, sit down. We have to have a talk here. Something's come up."
I thought I knew what that meant. "We didn't get the job, I take it. I'm sorry, Dad, I know how much you wanted it."
"That's not it." my father responded. He started to speak, bit his lip, then hung his head. "Son, I don't know how to say this."
"Say what?"
"Let me put it this way." Dad paused. "Sometimes, to make a business deal, you have to do things you don't like. Things that have nothing to do with business, but everything about...about sealing the deal. You don't have to like it, you just have to do it."
I was damned confused here! "So what are you going to have to do?"
"Not me. You."
"Me?"
"Did you notice through the dinner how much Lorimer was looking at you?"
"Yeah, I... Yeah. What about it?"
A long pause with Dad hanging his head. "The only way we're going to get this job contract is...."
"What, Dad? Just say it!" Dad was driving me crazy here.
"Mr. Lorimer wants you to...."
"What, Dad? What?" I nearly screamed, if you call intense sounds kept low-pitched a scream.
"He wants you to go to bed with him." Dad blurted out. He saw my face. "Yeah, I know. Blew me away. Sent his son to tell me that. His own son, acting as a pimp for him! Those people are sick, I tell you, sick!"
"Jesus, Dad!" I'd been studying the wrong guy! Those grins he'd been sending my way ought to have warned me something was going on, but I'd been watching the son, not the father!
"Son, I'm not going to say anything about it, no matter what you decide. But you ought to know, you deserve to know, that this is how it is. Either you do this and we get the contract, and all that that means for this family, or you don't, and we miss out. We'll survive if that happens, go on like we've been doing."
"Wow, Dad, wow!" I was having my mind blown here. A hell of a position. If it was going to happen, I'd've assumed it would be Mrs. Gregg they'd want (though a sexy lady she wasn't!) A guy just doesn't expect to be put in this situation, damn it!
"Well, that's it. Mr. Lorimer is in the hotel across the street, the Marriott, not the other one. Room 321, just knock on the door and he'll let you in." Dad stood up. "Think all you want about it, and take a cab home after. I won't have a word to say, whatever you decide to do. That's fair, isn't it?"
"Yeah, Dad. Yeah. Wow!" Dad got up and left, I assume to drive my mother and Mrs. Gregg home. Leaving me alone with one hell of a problem!
I agonized over it only about five minutes because, after all, there wasn't any real other answer. If my father had been that opposed to my doing this to land his contract, he would have told Mr. Lorimer to fuck off. So if I turned this guy down, Dad was going to hold it against me. He was already disappointed with me as it was, his son not finishing college, his gay son. Straight men tell themselves they're accepting of homosexuals, but they aren't. They think we're all perverts, who will screw anyone who has a dick. Whether he admitted it to himself or not, he figured his fag son could suck a dick to get a contract for the family that would make him the success he always wanted but could never quite get for himself. It's not a pretty picture, I know, but it's there and you can't get away from it.
So my choice was to do this and get that contract and then take the money and go back to college and find a career and a life away from my family, or turn the old pervert down and be stuck here with a father who would be increasingly resentful at me as time went on. Or try to find a job half as good as the one I had with my half-assed education and experience, a perpetual failure.
Like I said, I didn't really have a choice here. I had to go "seal the deal" with that old guy, climb into bed with him, get him off, and then with his name on the dotted line, I was going to avoid the guy like the plague the rest of my life. I didn't know how much of a rent-a-dick I was going to be, but I had to go in and do my best to grin and bear it. Too bad it was the father and not the son!
So I got up and went across the street to the Marriott. I had to explain to the clerk that I was there to visit a guest and check in with him. No, I'd only be there about an hour (I hoped it would be less, I told him and told myself!), and then he phoned the room. "Mr. Lorimer is expecting you." he told me and then I was allowed to go to the elevator, while he brought his card with us and pressed the "3" on the elevator for me. I walked down the hall to Room 321 like it was the walk of a condemned man on Death Row, knocked on the door.
The door opened and there was Joshua. "Hey, Taylor, come on in." He was recently bathed, wearing only a towel he didn't even tie together, just held it at his waist with one hand. The body was breathtakingly beautiful, finely sculpted muscles in smooth shapes of circles, ellipses and arcs from his shoulders to his legs and if I wasn't in this predicament of screwing his father, I could have enjoyed the view a lot more than I did, as it was, I mostly felt uncomfortable.
"I was to meet your father here." I stammered. The hotel clerk had said "Mr. Lorimer" but this was the wrong one.
"Yes, I know. Come in and make yourself comfortable." Joshua walked over, his towel now tucked in at his waist but threatening to reveal everything at any moment. Hardly a scene to inspire a calm relaxation on my part!
I remembered that Joshua had been the one who'd delivered the deal-breaker to my father. "You do know why your father wants me here, don't you?"
"Yes. Would you like a drink from the minibar?"
"I'd love a drink from the minibar. Several of them, if I have to wait very long."
He smiled easily and brought out two of the diminutive bottles of Scotch. Glasses were on top of the minibar, he opened and poured them into the two glasses and brought them over. Sat by me on the small loveseat that was the room's only seating besides the bed, and proffered his glass for a toast, in silence, thank God. I mean, what was he going to say, here's to you getting fucked by my father?
I clinked the glass and took a drink, then said, "May I ask you a question?"
"Go ahead."
"What the hell?" I loaded a lot into those three words.
He understood me. He leaned forward and that made his chest muscles ripple and expand as he rested his elbows on the table and his hands made a temple of fingertips touching at the top. His face hovered above this temple like a vision of the Deity. "My father is a businessman. He wants to know that the people he deals with are committed to the contract."
"So he's done this with other people?"
He grinned. "Not to my knowledge."
"Then why me?"
"My father has some rather odd business techniques." Joshua explained. "Part of that is, he likes to think things over, not make a decision until he's had a chance to sleep on it. So he sends me to tell the person that he's got to have some time to think things through and will talk with them again the next day."
"Yeah?"
"So I went to the table to speak with your father after he'd met with Dad and Mr. Patterson. When I got there, you were all gone, just him left. Waiting for you. So I was struck with a bit of inspiration and told him that bit about my father having the hots for you."
"So he doesn't?" I gasped.
"Not that I know of." he grinned at me.
"Thank God!" I heaved and slumped back on the loveseat.
"So you don't have to take one for the team." he went on.
"Thank God!" I said again, looked at him in sudden suspicion. "So why put me through that hell? And my father, too! I mean, he had to ask me to do this for him, you know."
"I'll bet that was an interesting conversation!" he nearly laughed out loud.
"Uncomfortable was more like it. What he said was that he'd let me decide, which was no decision at all when I thought about it. How could I refuse, I mean, one night for me against the rest of his life?"
"Sorry about that." He said. "All I really intended to do was to get you over here alone with me."
"Huh?" I looked at him. "Why?"
"You spent the evening caressing my body with your eyes." he said. "I thought you might like to have a chance to do it with your hands."
I looked over at him and that self-assured grin of his made me want to kiss him and smack him at the same time. "You put my father and me through Hell and then expect me to kiss you?"
"Basically." he agreed. The Devil must sport a grin much like Joshua did at that moment when he proffers a temptation to a victim.
"That's going to have to be one hell of a good kiss."
"You won't know until you find out." One impertinent eyebrow raised, mocking me.
"I guess I will." I said and leaned toward him and he met me halfway and we kissed. Arms went around each other and then we were semi-sliding out of the loveseat in trying to wrap ourselves around each other. Joshua settled this by putting his hands on my buttocks and lifting me up so that I was lying on the loveseat (my head on the armrest, of course) and himself on top of me. That let him grind his crotch against mine, which he was doing with a will.
Then he released my lips and began tearing at my shirt and tie and that led to the usual bungle-and-giggle that always punctuates two horny guys trying to get naked while still keeping the sexual tension going. When I was naked, Joshua pushed me backwards and I landed, bounced on the bed, and he tossed off his still-adorned towel and dived in after me.
His lips clamped on my dong and his own was waving its long, curving, cut cock at my face, the glans winking at me with its single eye. I sighed as his mouth played on my pud and felt so damned wonderful, and I looked around his cock at his face wrapped around my cock, and he still was as gorgeous as a GQ model, even with his lips caressing my dong.
He looked at me and smiled and I smiled back, and he gave a loud, liquid "pop" as he lifted off my dong. "Time for you to do mine, too."
I caught hold of his pud with my hand, but no more. "And what happens if I don't?"
"Your Dad doesn't get the contract." He said that threat with a smile, he was just playing with me. "You came over here to prostitute yourself for your father's business, you know. I'm just asking you to deliver."
"Are we still on that?"
"Absolutely. So get to sucking or your family's business is ruined." He chuckled at me and resumed sucking me.
Well, I had come over here to do the deed for just that reason. So I said, "Bastard." and I took his cock in and began to suck on him.
He groaned and lifted off my prong again. "Aw, yeah, come on, suck my dick. Suck it good enough to save your family! Suck it to save your life! Aw, yeah!"
I saw where he was going with this, and the idea of it as a game (and only a game) wasn't that bad. So I played along, lifting off his dick long enough to say dolefully, "Oh, you bastard, this is blackmail and I hate you, I hate you for this! I'll never forgive you for making me do this."
"Shut up and suck me, you whore!"
With that, I gave up and went back to work. I got my saliva worked up well and was getting into the blowjob he was giving me when he suddenly pulled away from me entirely. It startled me, I thought we were getting into the groove. "What is it?" I asked.
"Time for you to pay the price." he growled at me. "Do the deed and seal the deal!" And he scooted around and I realized what he was about to do.
"You're going to fuck me?"
"Damned right I am!" he rumbled at me. "I own you now, and it's time I claimed you proper."
He lifted up my legs as he said that, and I could have fought him off, I guess. But he was right, I'd come here to get my ass drilled by his shithead blackmailing father, who turns out to have been innocent, just a pawn in this guy's game. So I growled back at him, "Okay, you want to seal this deal, come on and seal it and fuck my ass, you lousy shark!"
"Yeah, I'm a shark, I eat small businessmen for breakfast, and you're my meal tonight." he said as he stabbed his spit-laden cock at my asshole.
Now, I was no virgin here, I'd done my part in bed with guys a number of times before, not enough to make me the Great Whore of Babylon, but enough that I wasn't that worried about taking his cock.
Still, his manner was rough, he was still playing the hard-nosed businessman out to drill his latest conquest, and I grunted as he shoved his dong into me hard enough to hurt. "Ow, ow, please, don't hurt me, sir, please!" I play-acted for him.
"Shut up and take my dick! Take it all, cunt!" he snarled and shoved more of it into me.
"Oh, oh, oh!" I was hamming it up, but he was hurting with this. I could deal with the pain, it wasn't that bad, but still.
Once he was in me, though, he squirmed a bit and that made my bowels adjust to accommodate him. Impressive, but a stud like him in New York City probably had a lot more opportunities to learn the tricks than I had.
Then he grabbed my legs, pushed them down against my chest and lifted my lower body upwards, and with his own body in a crouching position, he began to hump at me. That angle was both dominating and powerful, he had me in his power and was using it to please himself. It also felt damned good!
"Oh, oh, oh!" I gasped as he plunge-fucked me. "Oh, God, yes, fuck me, sir, fuck me!"
"Yeah, take it, bitch, take it all!" He grunted as he hunched harder. "Such a nice, tight ass, taking it for your family, sold into my bed as a whore, yeah, uh, uh, yeah!"
"Oh, oh, God, yeah, good, yeah!"
He moved me down to a flat position and his knees on the bed, and he fucked me longer, then he urged me to roll over and I was on my stomach and he was ramming me again. God damn it, this guy was a wonderful fucker, the game of domination he was playing was a bit much, but I'd been mooning over him at the dinner, and now I had him, such a beautiful stud, and his cock was playing my body like a virtuoso.
He had me riding him, him on the bed and me straddling him on top, when my climax began to build up in me. He was mumbling about how he owned me, I had to do what he wanted, now and forever, he owned me forever, and I could see his entire body, his face softened by passion and bitten by desire.
"Uh, huh, uh!" He panted. "You're about to get my load, man. I'm going to load you full of my spunk! Are you ready for it, are you able to take it?"
"Yeah, give it to me, yeah!" I gasped back at him. "I'm coming, too, man, I'm coming!"
"Uh-huh-huh-uh!"
"Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh!"
"HUH-HUH-UH-UH!"
"UH! UH! UH! UH-UHHHHHHH!"
"AHHH-HAHHHHH!"
"Oh, oh, oh, oh!"
"Ah, ah, ah, ah!"
"Oh, oh, oh!"
"Ah, ahhhhhhhh!"
"Ohhhhhhh!"
I got my eyes to uncross and saw that I had splattered his broad, muscled chest with a thick load of white jizz that made long lines on his pecs and stomach. His eyes followed mine, saw them, and his face lit in a grin, and he reached up and rubbed my spunk into his chest in an obscenely languid manner. I felt his squibs dribbling out of my ass around his deflating dong, and I said, "Well, I did it, I've done the deed. Can my family have the contract?"
He smiled at me. "Don't fret about it. My dad had already decided to sign your company. He wants to start a presence here in Houston so he can move in a branch office in the next couple of years."
"Yeah?" This was news my father would want to hear. "Sounds like you'll be needing some business contacts here, all right."
"That's why my dad's ready to throw an accounting contract your way."
"I'll talk to my dad about it." I said. "Uh, I guess I'd better tell him about the little trick you pulled while I'm at it, before he calls your dad and calls him a sick pervert."
"Yeah, I'd better tell my dad, too." Joshua scooted over on the bed to sit on its edge. "So what's next for you?" he asked me as he fished his clothes off the floor and handed me mine. I sat on the other edge and dressed as we talked.
"Well, with the contract, I'll be ready to go back to college and finish my degree." I said. "You got any ideas on that."
"Several good universities in New York you might check out." Joshua agreed. "Want to come back with us and look them over? You can get the paperwork done in time to join the fall semester."
"Sounds good, but I'll need a place to stay while I'm there."
"Plenty of room at my house."
"Sounds like a plan."
"Then talk to your dad and come back here tomorrow, and we'll seal the deal." Joshua told me.
I was silent but I had to think, damn, that sounds familiar! "Seal the deal." I agreed. "Soon as I get back." I hoped I was going to like being owned by this guy!
THE END
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