"The Chinese Exchange Student, Part Two" by Jay Roberts
Gay interracial
I woke up with a start, my cell phone across the room was ringing sharply. I tried to get out of bed quickly to catch the call, tangled in the sheets, fell on my ass, but I made it.
It was my boss, the managing partner of the law firm. There was a bad turn in our law suit against a pharmaceutical company, our top witness changed her mind. We had to redo part of our suit, he wanted me to come in immediately.
I didn't want to wake Mike. I left a note advising that I would be back later today and for him to either help himself to stuff in the frig, or order from the deli, number on a magnet on the frig door. "Tell them to put it on my bill."
The work to be done only took about two hours and I headed back to my house. I noticed there was a white scooter leaning against the bricks beside the door.
I went in. I checked the kitchen. Wow, he really ordered up a storm, the place was a mess. I read the bill, smoked salmon, eggs and truffles, chicken liver and onions, scones and more. My boy sure had fancy tastes.
I went toward the bed because I heard some sound coming from there. The door was ajar. There was Mike, standing naked, his prick being sucked by waiter Sean who was on his knees, his eyes closed in ecstasy. Mike caught sight of me, pointed down to the buzzed head of Sean and gave me a thumbs up signal.
I started to leave.
"Hey Billy (now I Billy instead of Bill) "Sean is a mad boi for sucking. Give it a try."
Sean separated himself for a moment and looked at me, his eyes at half mast. He sure loved his avocation.
"Mr. Hansen, come on, I'll bring you home fast."
Mike nodded. "Come, get naked, stand next to me. This will be good bonding experience."
What a fresh kid, but of course I complied and in a moment I was standing right next to him, hip to hip. Mike looked me over when I was fully naked. "Billy boy, you are a hot daddy. What a bod, and what a cock."
I'm only nine years older, no daddy, but I forgot my annoyance as Sean switched over to envelop my prick with his puffy thick lips and big wet tongue. In a minute, I was transported. Mike kept watching me. He asked, "You going to peak soon, you appear so."
I grunted "No, I'm enjoying this but I am not near nutting."
He chuckled archly, "Maybe I can help things along. Age has its privileges, you can cum first."
He got to work on me and I heard a droning in my ears as his caresses took their toll on me. He tweaked my nipples, then licked them. His hand was busy with my ball sac, hefting it, tickling the back. Pretty soon I was swaying against him.
"Don't fight it. Let it happen," he whispered in my ear.
Sean began a faster and heavier sucking. I began to wail in pleasure.
"That's the way Billykins. Go for it!"
I couldn't stop my orgasm if I wanted, Mike had me in his control. I gave in. My hips began to start a fucking motion. Sean moaned in pleasure. He liked to be used as a fuck mouth. My balls pulled up hard against the bottom of my shaft and my cock began jumping and buzzing. I held Mike's waist tightly to keep from falling and spiraled into it. I seemed to shoot forever, my knees buckling with each spurt. It was a glorious cum.
Mike said, "I'm dying here. I have to unload. Sean, suck hard and shake my balls back and forth."
In a moment his beautiful eyeballs rolled upward as he went into orbit. His lips pushed out in a pucker and he began sweating and shaking. He had left the world as his orgasm took over his body. I held him until the storm passed.
Finally we thought about poor Sean, pretty Sean, needy Sean. "Should be get him off?" Mike asked, but Sean sheepishly pointed to the floor. A puddle of his spooge lay glinting in the shaft of sun from the window.
"See," Mike said, "He gets off just getting you off. Hey Sean, don't you have to be back at the restaurant. Sean looked shocked.
"OMG, I gotta get going."
He pulled up his black waiter's pants and ran down to his bike, buttoning up on the way.
"Well now we are suck companions, dear Bill. Say, what restaurant tonight. Sean's place is a little middle brow. And tomorrow night, the opera, I can't wait. I've already called and ordered a tuxedo, unless you think a full dress would be more correct."
"Hey kiddo, you are making my head spin. Your blazer is good enough. You been seeing too many old American movies, except on opening night, you rarely see people in dinner jackets."
Mike said that he doesn't mind getting dressed up, but he'd follow my lead. "Now the restaurant. I heard Four Seasons is good."
"Yeah, good and expensive, but one time only, okay. I'll call for a reservation."
End Part Two