Show Me Your Portfolio, Part Two By Jay Roberts Gay Adult Friends
His arms were slightly away from his body in a position to completely expose his sleek physique. Priest leaned forward in his chair. I stayed rigidly against the back of my chair as if I shouldn't look and shouldn't be there even.
The air in the study was thick, like a moist summer day and I could almost hear a buzzing of inserts or was it the blood rushing around my long body.
Riley's facial expression was calm. Was there a slight lift to the corners of his mouth. Was he enjoying this. After all, when you have a asset like his body, perhaps the way to use it is to display it.
I don't know how long he stood there but it gave me plenty of time to examine him. First off I noticed that his chest was hairless but moving downward his belly was covered with glossy dark hair matching that on his head. His pubes were full. No stylish trimming here. They also glinted in the shaft of sunlight coming in from the leaded window.
Was he hung? It was nice, normal size. But then he might be a grower. I once saw a gay male stripper who had a little worm. "He grows," he said to the audience and wow he got hard and showed over eight inches.
Riley's balls were nice and full and I liked his full thighs with a slight decorations of fine hair but down his shanks his lower legs were furry and even onto the tops of his feet. Ah those feet. I'm not a foot man but I would gladly suckle them. The long straight does and the high arch made his a perfect foot model for socks. Are there male models for socks?
Priest spoke for the first time since Riley's self unveiling. "Turn around," he said hoarsely. That is exactly what I wanted to see, the boy's back.
Priest and I were both on the same vision line so when Riley turned, we both were treated to his back view. The pulsing air in the room became almost unbearable. Seeing the kid's back was excruciatingly exciting.
The backs of his upper legs turned out to be swirled with hair and this swirling pattern also began in his ass crack and eddied out across his ass cheeks in a hairy fan. It was delicious. I wished I could get bad and ask him to separate his ass cheeks and let me see the hidden area.
The greatest surprise and turnon was that his ass cheeks were protruding a little. This wasn't the fabulous African model but a weaker Connecticut version. I hadn't see that push out before because his trousers were loose and he usually had a jacket on.
"You convinced me of your talents in financial management," Priest said in a bemused voice. "I already signed the agreement. Get dressed and put your Hancock on too." Then he laughed. "Perhaps an unconscious choice of words.
Riley crossed the room like a jungle cat to where his clothes were piled on a leather easy chair. He picked up his shirt and put it on and buttoned it. Then wearing only the shirt, his perfect legs exposed, he went to the side table where the document was waiting. He reminded me of Cruise in that dance scene in "Risky Business." Leaning over the table to sign, his shirt lifted over his saucy ass. I wished that pose would last for...say...a week or two but he signed fast and then returned to finish his dressing.
On the car going back toward downtown New York to the office. I was a bit grumpy. After all he muscled, or rather assed in to my client. Of course he only had a small group of securities to play with but it would still, with brokerage, bring him about a quarter of a million per year.
"You'll be able to get some appropriate clothes, huh?"
"More important I'll be able to help hold on to the family estate that was going to be lost by the end of this week. I explained the problem to Priest and he agreed to pay a month's fee at once. Soon as I get to a phone I'll tell my Dad."
"Hey kid, getting to the office to submit your contract can wait until tomorrow morning. Why don't we turn around and head up the the toll road to your house.?"
Riley was quiet a moment. Then he said, "Great idea. Let me end my father's suffering."
With a breathless stop and turn he illegally crossed the dirt median and threw me against the red leather seat as he gunned it up to neart a hundred miles an hour in the northernly direction.
He took a look at my white face and patted me on the shoulder. "Sorry daddy, I didn't mean to scare you."
It was a shorter trip than I expected. He pointed out the iron gate of a stone house. It rambled quite a ways and appeared to have had wings put on at some time in the past. I mentioned my observation.
"That's true. It's fucking big. We only live in the original center portion that has four bedrooms. The wings are really mostly more bedrooms. In fact, the company that was angling to buy it had plans to remodel it as an inn.?
We stopped at the large marble portico and Riley jumped out. "We used to have four servants but no more. Dad has a cleaning service every two weeks and we mostly eat out of take out."
"My how the mighty have fallen. It sounds like my regular life. But it's going to be all changed. Right?"
As he opened the door, he said over his shoulder, "Yes, changed, we can stop the sale but the debt is pretty large and it'll take at least two years to get into solvency."
Then as the door closed and we were inside in a really elegant reception area, he turned his head and looked at me over his shoulder. "David, how about staying the night?"
When I didn't answer immediately he turned around fully and put a warm hand on my shoulder and looked into my eyes. I had a little trouble breathing normally.
"You're tall but the bed in oversize. You can get your lanky frame into it and sleep great. Say yes, please."
I nodded. Would we be in separate rooms or one bed. Visions of that ass flashed in my head. I nodded yes.
End of part two