Seems as though whenever I determine to abandon this series, I get deluged with email from Nifty readers urging and inspiring me to pen just one more chapter. You guys have successfully stroked me yet again; here, for your perusal, is the long-awaited chapter nineteen. This fictitious story, based upon a popular daytime drama, contains graphic sexual content meant solely for a mature audience. The original characters are the property of CPT Holdings. Copyright is maintained by the author.
copyright (c) JRoyale 2005
Nicholas Newman had it all! After years of attempting to prove himself worthy of the position, he'd finally been granted the title of C.E.O. at Newman Enterprises. And for those who might cry nepotism, Nicholas was living proof that a close relationship with one's own father meant nothing when it came to the running of a giant corporation. Nicholas and his father, the indomitable Victor Newman, had been at odds during many moments in their lives---but nothing like the past year. It was Nicholas who discovered the shady, dishonest business tactics his father employed in an attempt to cripple the floundering Jabot Cosmetics. And it was Nicholas who turned the great man in to the federal authorities. A difficult guilty plea resulted in parole and community service, which Victor was currently enduring. During the period of parole he was not permitted to directly run the company, a job which until recently he'd passed off to his right-hand man, Neil Winters. But now, perhaps in his own attempt to heal old wounds and restore the Newmans to some sense of family, he'd reassessed the situation. It was a startling piece of news dealt to both Nicholas and Neil, who remained somewhat resentful of the young prince taking over the helm.
Both men knew that, if not for the disappearance of Victoria, neither of them would've had a shot at the throne. Nicholas' brash and somewhat sassy sister was a shoo-in for C.E.O., but she'd taken a powder some time ago and remained incommunicado. Nicholas hoped Victoria was happy and thriving wherever in hell she was and, much as he loved his older sister, never learned of the goings-on at NE. Certainly Victor would chide her and level some sort of punishment, but Nicholas was absolutely certain he would quickly replace son with daughter at Newman if ever the blond beauty decided to return to the fold.
Although Nicholas guardedly accepted his father's magnanimous gesture, there were times in the past when the two had actually been quite close. As a child he could have asked for no better guardian. And during Nicholas' adolescence, Victor was always supportive of him. Even recently, Nick could think of times when his father had gone to personal risk to protect him and the rest of the Newman family. But Nicholas was a man now---had been for some time. The thirties were quickly creeping up on him and he needed to strike out on his own, sometimes making decisions contrary to his opinionated father's wishes. He could still recall the arguments they'd had when Victor discovered Nick opened a coffee house in town with plans of expansion to other cities. Despite Newman's misgivings, Crimson Lights turned out to be a rousing success (not due in any small part to the business-mindedness of Nicholas' wife, Sharon) and was certainly one of the hot spots in Genoa City.
And then there'd been that time several years ago when Nicholas had gone up to the main house and shockingly discovered, via an elaborate video surveillance system, his father sexually dominating rival Brad Carlton. Dumbfounded, Nicholas thought quickly enough to pop a tape into the recorder and document the sometimes-brutal assault. The lascivious scene stirred up dormant feelings in Nicholas, who was no stranger to the pleasures another man could bring his body. Almost from puberty he'd been getting porked by Newman's trusted houseman Miguel---and there were scores of others throughout his college years.
Scarcely daring to breathe, and with beads of perspiration trailing down his thick brow, Nicholas jerked his aroused meat to a resounding orgasm as he watched his father take hunky Bradley through the paces. Silently steeling away before the two men made their way up from the cellar dungeon, Nicholas held onto the video tape until the proper moment presented itself. He practically wore out the damned tape, watching it over and again whenever opportunity existed and fisting his beefstick until it shot scads of hot, juicy Newman cum all over his athletically rippled torso. Eventually self-gratification proved not to be enough to satiate young Nicholas who, armed with the incriminating video, made his way out to the Carlton home planning to blackmail GQ-perfect Bradley into servicing his bone. Little did Nicholas suspect he'd interrupted another romp between Bradley and his father, who overheard the entire exchange and decided to treat his son to a double dose of what he was obviously craving. The father, son and lover fucked and sucked in a variety of positions, Nicholas getting his first (and certainly not last) taste of his virile father's enviable twelve-inch monster.
If only Victor Newman wasn't such a controlling force! It seemed the only time the two weren't butting heads was when Nicholas was getting himself pleasantly plugged with his father's horsemeat. And even that hadn't happened in quite some time---not since the old tycoon discovered his heir apparent sold him out to the authorities. But the winds were changing: Vic had entrusted his son with the C.E.O. position at Newman and, Nicholas thought, it would only be a matter of time until he was reacquainted with his father's thick and powerful love tool. Ever since cute Cody Dixon quit his job at the coffee house and left Genoa City, poor Nicholas was left without a regular fuck buddy. Even though his babe-alicious wife was sweet in the sack, Nicholas had that incessant itch deep up inside his ripe ass hole which only another man could fully satisfy.
As he sat back in the plush executive seat behind the dark, well-polished mahogany desk which would always belong to his domineering father, remembrances of his sexual escapades with some of the other bisexual dudes in town brought a mischievous smile to Nicholas Newman's full, handsome face and caused a pronounced swelling in the crotch of his impeccably-pressed trousers. Spreading heavy, muscular thighs wider apart, Nicholas covered the increasing bulge with one thick-fingered hand and caressed his piece while he considered the possible conquests his father might possibly have made right here in this very office. Certainly there'd been a bevy of hot studs on the Newman payroll over the years. How many of them, Nicholas wondered, had been spread out on this very desk and taken an ass full of Victor Newman's huge meat? Thoughts of that cute hunk Ryan McNeal, who was once married to his sister, getting buggered by big Vic was enough to cause Nicholas to stain the front of his white boxer briefs.
A dull, polite buzz from the telephone's intercom broke through Nicholas' pleasant reverie. Removing his hands from his bloated, desperate crotch, Nicholas pressed the appropriate buttons to access his father's secretary, Connie. A middle-aged efficient type, Connie had been with Newman for a number of years and was implicitly trusted by Victor. Much as he would have liked to oust her for a younger model---possibly male---even Nicholas knew that might not be such a brilliant idea. He was well aware that there were many eyes watching his every move as he settled in to the all-important position at Newman Enterprises. First he had to prove himself as a worthy, respected leader; there would be time later to restructure the office to his personal satisfaction. And personal gratification was very much on Nicholas Newman's mind these days.
One of those observing the crowned prince's adjustment was none other than his reluctant right-hand man, Neil Winters. And the black executive was none-too-pleased with what he'd seen happening since he was usurped of the top post at Newman. Granted, he harbored some resentment toward Nicholas, but his lack of faith in the younger man was far from unfounded. Since he'd taken hold of the reins, Nicholas showed a complete lack of respect for the opinions of key department heads and seemed to be canceling previously approved projects at whim. There appeared to be no rhyme or reason to his decision-making process, causing him to become the subject of many hushed conversations behind closed board room doors. Whereas Victor had entrusted Neil to assist Nicholas, the cocky former athlete turned a deaf ear to any of Neil's attempts at guidance. Winters wasn't certain whether it was the younger Newman's swollen ego or his dumb jock mentality leading him to make such ill-advised decisions. But he feared that, unless someone interceded, the nitwit might actually run the formerly lucrative company into the ground.
Neil had been an active force in Newman Enterprises for the better part of his professional life, spearheading some of their largest projects. He'd worked his way up the ladder at Newman, remaining completely faithful to his employer, who repaid him in kind. When Newman was forced by legal issues to step aside from his company, Neil was proud and overjoyed to be asked to fill his shoes in the interim. He'd been around Victor Newman long enough to observe and emulate his business dealings. He knew the company inside and out, therefore making the transition a smooth one. Knowing from the outset his title was only temporary, it galled him to no end to be replaced by none other than the tycoon's brain-dead son.
Neil watched from the sidelines as Nicholas failed to gain the respect of other Newman associates with his egotistical, demanding manner. Other companies who, up until now, had maintained a good rapport with Newman were suddenly turning their back on the formerly enterprising corporation. Nicholas ignored Neil's well-voiced warnings, even going so far as to infer that Winters was free to seek other employment. The near-final straw came when young Nick put the kibosh on Neil's pet project, under the guise of "tightening the belt" at Newman. Infuriated, Neil walked off the job. After much thought---and not without some counseling from his wife---he eventually returned determined to play Nicholas' game for the duration of his power, hopeful that big daddy Victor would return to the helm sooner rather than later. Neil Winters was one black stud not about to allow a bubble brained, snot nosed white boy jeopardize his hard-fought career.
Having bluffed his way through a business call, Nicholas was slouched down in his father's chair, feet on desk, twirling a pencil between thick fingers and contemplating his agenda for the remainder of the day. He considered a few hours at the athletic club, working his abundant muscles to fatigue and luxuriating afterwards in the sauna. Another possibility was a long, leisurely lunch in town with his wife---perhaps they could even take in a matinee afterwards and write it all off as a business expense. The stack of files on his desk, spread sheets, sales and acquisitions---that headache-stuff could wait for another day. Nicholas Newman was feeling quite frisky and in the need to play. The annoying telephone call had interrupted his earlier lascivious thoughts and deflated his hardon, but it certain hadn't curbed his ever-present libido.
Retrieving his cell phone, he punched up Sharon's cell and waited with an excited look etched across his handsome face. The anticipation faded within the next few moments when his sexy bride declined a luncheon date, citing commitments to her own job over at Jabot Cosmetics. Sharon certainly took her new duties seriously, Nicholas thought as he disappointedly tucked the phone away. He was beginning to regret Sharon's having taken the job as spokesperson at Jabot; he much preferred his little woman at home and at his personal disposal. And the thought of Sharon working side by side with studly Bradley Carlton was an added thorn in Nick's side. Not that Sharon would ever fuck around on him, but Brad was a good looking slice of beef. If any Newman was going to throw their legs up in the air for him, Nicholas determined it be him. It'd been a long time since he'd rolled around in the sheets with the Adonis over at Jabot; perhaps they should get reacquainted before Bradley started taking notice of Sharon's obvious attributes.
Feeling that familiar stirring in his loins, Nicholas realized he had to relieve his bladder before he could pleasure his bone. Deciding to bypass his private john for the executive washroom, Nicholas stuffed the key in his pocket and exited the lonely office. Neil was always telling him he had to make more of an effort with the help; taking a piss in the executive washroom was certainly a start. Ever-present Connie was at her post as he passed by, hands stuffed in pockets to camouflage his half-swollen erection, with a casual remark that he would return shortly. As he casually sauntered along the halls of his father's impressive offices, Nicholas offered nods and smiles to the few workers he passed on his short journey. Arriving at his destination, he inserted his key into the lock and entered the exquisitely masculine and sparkling washroom.
Nicholas was familiar with the surroundings; he'd used them quite often when he worked at Newman as his father's protégé. He could well remember stealing glances at the equipment of some of the other executive members at Newman, satisfied that not a one of them measured up to himself or his father. Stepping up to one ornate porcelain urinal, he unzipped his fly and hauled out his proud Newman cock. As the flow began, he thought back to earlier times in another bathroom a short ways out of town. Cody Dixon, former slut of Genoa City, had introduced him to the grungy place where the Codester seemed to be a favorite in the glory hole stalls with any number of anonymous trucker types.
Reflecting on that awesome opportunity a little over a year ago when he'd devoured the Cuban missile of Diego Gutierrez---before all the trouble with his father started---was enough to cause Nicholas' plump sex to swell in mid-piss. Broodingly sexy Diego had a big, tasty beauty Nicholas gorged himself on through a truck stop glory hole long before he knew the delicious cock honey dribbling on his wagging tongue belonged to the hot Cuban. With his wet, pink tongue flicking out to moisten puffy, bee-stung lips, Nicholas hauled out his cum-laden ball bag and caressed it in a sweaty palm as his impressive endowment arched upward, the spray of yellow urine splashing higher up the wall of white porcelain and trickling down like a golden waterfall. Overcome with neglected sexual longings, Nicholas slid slacks and undies lower on his hips, exposing a quarter of his full, tight and jutting buttocks. One hand eased down under his shorts along the damp crack of his ass, the fat middle finger searching through the manly nest of hair to locate his moist love button. A masculine sigh escaped his sensual lips as his finger easily slipped inside and probed his lonely man pussy while images of Diego plowing his guts over the rusty truck stop sink flooded his lust-laden memories.
Any Newman executive entering the washroom would have been greeted with quite a sight---one hunky CEO, half his ass exposed while a hand worked deep inside his drawers, thick and blood-engorged cock throbbing maddeningly at its full ten inches and beginning to ooze rich pre cum from its sizeable dome. Luckily (or perhaps, unluckily) for him, Nicholas' bathroom frolic was suddenly interrupted by the incessant ringing of the cell phone tucked into his breast pocket. Yanking the working finger from his itchy ass hole, Nicholas retrieved the phone and pressed it to his ear as he tucked his unsatiated Newman monster into his trousers and reassembled himself.
"HELLO!" he nearly shouted into the phone.
"Nick?" It was Trevor, down at Crimson Lights, the young Newman's coffee shop.
"Trevor?" he greeted good naturedly while tucking in his shirt tails. "Sorry, buddy, didn't check my caller ID. What's going on?"
"You wanted me to call you soon as that missing shipment from last week was redelivered," the coffee house employee told him. "Just letting you know we just unloaded it and everything's accounted for, boss."
The intoxicating aroma of his own sweet ass pleasantly assailed Nicholas' sex-filled nostrils. Sucking the middle finger of the hand holding the phone to his ear, Nicholas rolled smoky eyes as he tasted his succulent man juices.
"Nick, you there?" Trevor shouted into the phone. "Did I loose you, dude?"
Nicholas hadn't yet had a go at Trevor, a dark-haired hunky quarterback type who'd been a fuck buddy to the recently departed Cody. Trevor was certainly fuckable---he looked like he had a fine ass stretching out the material of his jeans---but he didn't come across as the type who could satisfyingly dominate man-hungry Nicholas the way Diego or his father had. Fucking Trevor would be sweet; Nicholas would be able to release a load of tension from his balls, but it would do nothing to appease the aching deep up in his ass. Still, Trevor was conveniently available---and probably more than willing to get fucked by his handsome boss. If a more suitable partner didn't present himself soon, Trevor would certainly be called up to the plate to take care of Nicholas Newman's randy libido.
"Yeah, Trev, I'm still here. Just had to take care of something," Nicholas spoke into the mouthpiece as he squeezed his still-engorged, mammoth trouser trout. "By the way, I'm going to be stopping by Crimson Lights later tonight; something I want to talk with you about." A mischievous smile deepened the cute dimples on either side of his handsome face.
There was a brief hesitation on the other end of the conversation before Trevor finally replied, "Okay, boss, see you then." Disconnecting the call, Nicholas slipped his cell into his shirt pocket and groped his horny piece once more before exiting the lonely washroom.
Over at Crimson Lights, husky Trevor instantly became an obviously overjoyed young man. With eyes twinkling secretively and a devilish, wide smile spread across his face, Trevor took to waiting on the coffee house customers with a renewed zeal. Nicholas Newman was quite possibly the hottest, hunkiest and most desired dude in Genoa City---if not all of Wisconsin. Trevor was made privy to Nick's alternative sexual cravings some time ago, thanks to former Crimson Lights manager Cody Dixon. Cody loved to brag about his many wild interludes with supposedly super-hung Nick, especially while he was banging Trevor over the counter top after closing time. All this time Trevor patiently waited for the slightest signal from Nicholas that he wished to engage in some hot male bonding but, sadly, the opportunity never arose. He'd been certain that, with Cody out of the picture, he would more easily catch Nicholas' lusty eye. And, from the Newman heir's voice over the phone just now, Trevor was convinced his moment was at hand. It had been a long while since Cody moved on to become cock whore in some other location and even longer since the curious disappearance of macho Diego, Nicholas' other main squeeze.
If he'd waited all this time, Nicholas Newman must be like a powder keg ready to blow---and Trevor was more than eager to ignite his fuse. Grateful for the apron which effectively masked his blazing hard-on, the stocky stud went about his usual duties, glancing every few minutes at the wall clock and willing the time to pass quickly. He was all-anticipation for his long awaited fuck-date with handsome, hunky Nicholas; Trevor needed to get fucked almost nearly as much as the uptown Newman buck, although he was hardly aware of Nicholas' private yearning.
If for some reason it was all wishful thinking, and Nick had no intention of plugging him tonight, Trevor determined that he'd find another hot stud to quench the fire in his hot hole. There was no shortage of beefcake around the coffee house: dark-haired lawyer Michael Baldwin was seated at one of the far tables arguing, as usual, with his cute and troubled younger brother. Being sandwiched between the two would make for a more-than-pleasant ménage a trois. And there was that cute, longish-haired twink Daniel Romalotti trying to make time with one of the older girls. The boy would strike out, as usual, but he might just be horny enough to release his pent-up young hormones on an equally sexually frustrated Trevor.
As the front door swung open all other fuck toys fell to the wayside for Trevor, whose supercharged prick was staining his boxers with precious pre-cum. GQ-perfect Brad Carlton, former gardener and now Jabot executive, was stealthily making his way through the mid-afternoon crowd toward the table where his on-again, off-again wife awaited him. Everything about Carlton was perfect. From the cut of his jet-black hair to the cover model planes and angles of his Mediterranean-looking face and the tight, trim build of his muscular body, Brad Carlton was a wet dream walking. If he couldn't have Nick pumping and thrusting above him, Trevor would settle for Carlton in less than a heartbeat. Casually slipping a hand under his apron, Trevor squeezed his steely, rock hard appendage before racing to the table before another waiter got the extreme pleasure of looking deep into those dark lashed eyes of the dreamy hunk.
Almost breathlessly, and with a broad smile brightening his equally handsome face, Trevor politely interrupted the couple (wondering all the while exactly what a gorgeous hunk like Brad saw in skin-and-bones Ashley Abbott Carlton). The returning smile from Brad was enough to melt Trevor like butter on a hot plate, causing his dick to throb wildly. He had to force himself to concentrate on the man's coffee order, lest he reveal his smoldering lust. Turning away from the table neither Trevor or Ashley noticed Brad's smoldering eyes cast downward to glance at the tight twin globes of the male waiter's backside as he retreated to the coffee station. A sudden rush of adrenaline raced through Bradley's buffed body, forcing him to loosen his tie and the top button of his starched white designer shirt. Bradley was no stranger to the telltale look in another man's eyes. The waiter had a fine looking piece of ass encased in his jeans and, due to his latest marital separation from Ashley, it had been quite a while since Bradley'd had any. As he, too, felt his cock begin to swell, Bradley made a mental note to learn what time the stocky waiter would be finishing his shift.
Nicholas was pawing at himself the instant he shut the office door behind him. The knowledge that he'd practically planned a sexual assignation with the hunky male employee at his coffee house made Nicholas ravenous with desire. Making haste across the expanse of his father's plush office, Nicholas threw himself into the comfortable leather behind the wide desk and slunk low in the seat. With thick thighs stretched widely apart, both hands massaged the erection burning under his pleated trousers. His tight, well-rounded ass ground against the chair seat as, with eyes flickering shut, his head fell against the supporting back rocking to and fro as he submitted to the cravings overtaking him.
Loosening the knot of his tie, lusty Nicholas threw it over one shoulder and fumbled with the buttons of his starched white shirt until he had it completely open. Pulling the white cotton undershirt from its spot tucked into his slacks, Nicholas dragged the material up over his rippling torso until it rested atop the sculpted mounds of his pectorals. His other hand worked at loosening belt buckle, button and zipper of his pants. In short order the dress slacks were a bundle around his ankles and he was reaching into his underwear to take hold of his fat, throbbing Newman cock. Tenderly stroking the fully erect length of his tremulous ten inches, Nicholas caressed the musculature of his chest, teasing one plump nipple between thumb and forefinger before traveling through the sparse nest of hair in his pec cleavage to taunt the other.
A low masculine moan began deep in his chest and escaped his full, succulent lips as he unabashedly manhandled his strong, beefy body. His was a beautifully thick piece of stud meat, only two inches shy of his father's foot long gut wrencher. Much as they sparred, Nicholas knew he could easily be tamed by Victor Newman's ass splitter. Just the mere thought of their steamy sessions had Nicholas' pretty pouting pucker quivering with longing for another hot hard fuck from his old man. Throwing one muscular leg across the arm rest of the chair he reached under a firm buttock and tentatively ran his finger tips through the moist hairiness of his deep ass trench. Probing deeper, he teased the throbbing rim of his lonely ass hole while he slowly milked the heated length of his blood-engorged cock.
Nicholas' entire body was on sexual fire. His sculpted pectorals rose and fell with labored breathing, the plump man-nips hardened and poking out like twin pinkie tips from quarter-sized areolas. The ripples of his flat belly quivered as a sheen of perspiration broke out from under the surface; his biceps bulged when he squeezed the thickness of his manhood, producing a healthy ooze of pre-cum, and slipped a thick finger between the folds of his itching man pussy. Stabbing his finger in and out of his hot rectum, Nicholas slid even lower in his father's seat and inserted another wriggling digit. By the time he had four fat fingers completely buried to the knuckles, Nicholas' cock was leaking a virtual stream of man juice. Writhing about in the chair, he groaned loudly enough for the sound to carry beyond his office. It might have attracted the attention of his receptionist had she been at her post but, luckily for the horny Newman hunk, Connie had left to run some errands.
Despite his efforts, the aching in Nicholas' pussy remained unfulfilled. His eyes skittered around the desk top, searching for something---anything---to shove up his fiery oven. Frustrated at finding nothing appropriate, he made a mental note to purchase one of those realistic dildos he'd heard about---one equal in length to his father's prostate pleaser---and secure it in his private office safe for desperate moments such as this. Sucking in his thick lower lip, Nicholas chewed on it as his hand became a whir punching in and out of his man hole. His ball sac was drawn up, aching with the need for release. Spitting against his hardness, Nicholas fisted himself more fiercely, desperate to blow a load and hopefully ease the sexual tension in his hard, athletic body. Feeling the way he was, the young buck knew he'd never make it to his evening's assignation with Trevor if he didn't get himself off here and now. As his sex sweated body quivered more ferociously and his breathing grew short and labored, Nicholas knew the moment was nearly at hand.
Neil Winters was one angry black man. He'd just learned that the new C.E.O., bubble brained Nicholas, had earlier spoken with members of the Brash & Sassy team about his decision to close down the cosmetics line. Certainly this branch of Newman Enterprises had slipped a bit without the loving care of missing Victoria, who up until now had spearheaded the project. But, in Neil's learned opinion, that certainly was not enough reason to close down the line without trying some tactical repairs. Worse yet was Nicholas' obvious lack of faith in Neil's own judgment; the brain-dead jock hadn't even considered consulting him about it!
Out of respect for his mentor, Victor Newman, Neil had put up with a great deal since the Boy Blunder took over the lead reins. Young Nick was obviously on a power trip and inadvertently proving on an almost daily basis that he was not cut out to fill his father's very large shoes. He was slowly driving Newman into the ground---and Neil had no intention of remaining stranded on a sinking ship. Despite the feelings of his wife, also employed in a branch of Jabot, Neil determined to don a life preserver and jump deck. This latest slap in the face was the final straw. Neil Winters was a proud black man who had no intention of letting the all-American born-into-wealth white boy undermine him one moment longer.
Newman Enterprises wasn't the only game in town. The once-powerful Jabot Cosmetics, a long-time rival of Newman, was in desperate need of someone to put them back on the map. And if not Jabot, there was always Chancellor Industries. In fact, why limit himself to Genoa City, Neil pondered as he suddenly grew excited at the potential prospects which awaited him outside of Newman. He was an intelligent, honest businessman who'd been employed by a giant in the industry; there might be world-wide interest in someone with his credentials. He might even secure a top notch position in Paris, France and be able to relocate his daughter to the former home she so desperately missed. Drucilla, his wife, might balk at the idea in the beginning but Neil knew that in time she would once again fall in love with the romanticism of Paris and might even revive her once-prosperous modeling career there.
Full of optimism and anxious for a final show down with knuckle-head Nick, Neil had no need to practice his farewell speech. First he would confront the cocky stud about the Brash & Sassy decision, remind him of all the other times his position had been usurped, and then professionally and pointedly advise the brainless buck to entrench the job up his rich Newman ass. All these thoughts passed through Neil's mind as he hastily strode down the halls of Newman, eliciting more than a few inquiring looks from those associates he passed. The fact that Neil was a man on a mission was clearly etched across the determined set of his face. There wasn't a doubt among the others that a showdown with the new C.E.O. was on the immediate horizon. And well deserved.
There wasn't the slightest hint of nervousness as Neil entered the executive office suite. Quickly noticing Connie's vacant desk and purposely failing to break stride, Neil grasped the handle to Victor Newman's office and burst into the richly paneled room. The door slammed back against the wall loudly as Neil took a few long, angry steps into the office---and then, before the first word was uttered, stopped dead in his tracks at the unexpected sight which befell him. Practically nude, the handsome son of mega-millionaire Victor Newman was unashamedly flogging his poker and fingering his ass hole while seated behind the much-coveted Newman throne!
Nicholas had been working himself into a heated frenzy prior to Neil's unannounced visit; there was no stopping the inevitable. At the first sound of the intrusion Nick's sultry eyes fluttered open to dreamily focus on the other man. A cocky smile deepened the sexy dimples on both cheeks just before his muscular body tensed and a succession of cum blasts burst from his prick, each one hanging suspended in mid-air for a second before splashing down on his rippled torso. Neil's thick pink lips fell open and his eyes widened in amazement at the completely unexpected hedonistic display. Surprisingly, he felt an uncontrollable stirring in his own loins.
Nicholas had collapsed in the chair and, with eyes closed, was panting heavily from his orgasmic exertion. Forcing his legs to move, Neil backed up to the entrance way, closing and bolting the door against any further intruders. Once again advancing on his nemesis Neil cleared his throat, which had gone quite dry in the last few moments, to gain Nicholas' attention. The naked stud's tongue rolled out to moisten his lips and then, with a low groan of satisfaction, opened his eyes to the other man. Cocking his head to one side against the chair back, Nicholas smiled crookedly.
"Don't you believe in having yourself announced like every one else?"
Raising his chin, Neil looked down his wide brown nose at the well-developed nitwit. "Connie wasn't at her desk," he replied measuredly. "And if you planned to engage in some hanky panky you should have at least considered locking the door."
Flicking his even brows, Nicholas countered, "Oh, I considered it, Neil. As you could see when you burst in here I was in the need of some company."
Frowning slightly, Neil considered the younger man's words. He was thoroughly aware that Nicholas' smoky eyes were traversing his body, resting a moment too long on the area of his crotch. The thickly majestic protrusion rising from the Newman buck's groin was showing no sign of deflating; in fact, the big thing was throbbing with renewed vigor. Easily noticing the black man eyeing his manhood, Nicholas smiled more openly. Spreading his arms out and upward, the young C.E.O. lazily rested his head in the palms of his big hands, expectantly observing Neil's reaction when he opened his beefy thighs wider and purposely thrust out his hairy, cum-drenched crotch for the other man's perusal.
All at once Neil had a clearer understanding of the Newman numbskull. Turning his profile on the now-obvious switch hitter, Neil tapped finger tips on the polished desk top and let his gaze wander to a far side of the ceiling.
"This is hardly acceptable behavior for a Newman executive---and certainly even more questionable of the C.E.O.," Neil chided him in a low, almost reproachful voice.
"Oh, c'mon, Neil," Nicholas replied amusedly. "Do you for one minute think there has never been any office shenanigans here at Newman? I'd even be willing to wager at one time or another my own father has cut a few deals right over there on that sofa." Pressing on, he added, "Tell me honestly that Drucilla never dared you to engage in a little hanky panky in your office....or hers. Heck, Neil, just last week Sharon was under my desk giving me some amazing head while I was on an intercontinental business call. She was so good I had to put the call on hold while I got my rocks off."
Neil silently glanced sidelong at the brawny braggart. Certainly a fine choice for the C.E.O. position Victor Newman had made! While young Nicholas was using the office like his personal boudoir, Newman Industries was slowly and certainly headed toward dangerous terrain. Still, there was some truth in what the exhibitionist had said; just enough, in fact, to remind Neil of his own assignations early on in his career with Newman. His initial climb up the corporate ladder all those years ago just happened to coincide with the same intentions as pixie cute Ryan McNeal. In the end it was McNeal who won the ultimate prize---the hand of fair Victoria in marriage merger. But certainly not before many long after office hours evenings spreading his gymnastic thighs, begging for more and more of Neil's coveted ethnic cock. Even after his marriage---both their marriages, in fact---they'd remained good fuck buddies. Too bad Ryan's loony second wife pulled out a pistol that fateful afternoon years back and offed him; otherwise, Neil would probably still be fucking him on the sly today. Make no mistake: Neil Winters loved sweet, juicy pussy same as any other guy but, like most straight men willing to admit it, craved himself a little tight man ass every now and again. Judging by the way Nicholas was puppeteering his hairy hole only moments ago the Newman pup was an eager fuck receptacle. Perhaps, Neil thought as he slowly circled the massive desk, there was still hope for saving Newman Industries from the apprentice's destructive hands.
Both men's eyes remained locked on the other while Neil made his way around the desk, stopping directly alongside his employer's son. With buttocks rested on the edge of the desk he looked down on the handsome, beefy jock, who met his gaze with silent expectation. Lowering his ever-wide orbs to the white stud's engorged manhood, Neil purposefully reached out and, wrapping his chocolate fingers around the fat stalk, gave it a tight squeeze. Nicholas responded by pressing his body back against the chair and moaning appreciatively, the cocky smile on his face replaced with a look of obvious desire.
"Looks to me like the Newman's have some black blood in their lineage," Neil taunted as he gave the big thing a few obligatory strokes before unhanding it. Dipping the tip of index and middle fingers into the abundant pool of spent cum oozing down Nicholas' torso, Neil brought it up to the chipmunk-cheeked beauty's lips and watched as young Newman greedily devoured the deposit. Stuffing his fingers deep into the warm orifice, Neil was pleasantly aroused by the way Nicholas licked and sucked on his digits like they were little twin cocks. While the goateed black man played inside his mouth, Nicholas moved to an upright position in the chair and cupped one hand over the growing mound in the front of Neil's slacks while his other struggled with belt buckle and zipper. Yanking pants and underwear down thick, chocolate thighs he freed Neil's straining shaft.
Nearly gasping, Nicholas smacked cock-hungry lips when he got his first look at the breathtaking piece. Neil's impressive manhood matched Nicholas' own equipment in size, ten glorious inches of thick beef pulsing upward from his hairy crotch. Very dark and nearly black at its thick base, the fat shaft took on a deep chocolate coloring save for the top quarter, which grew darker again. The perfectly shaped purplish mushroom head was like a giant cap atop the powerful throbber. Corded with muscle and blood engorged veins, it bobbed in front of Nicholas' awestruck face, inviting him to take a taste.
Wrapping his fingers around the trunk-like base, Nicholas hefted Neil's big, dark low-hangers in his other hand and looked up at the man. "Real nice, Neil. Can't believe you've been keeping this under wraps for so long," he smiled.
"Didn't know the boss' son was a player," Neil taunted. Despite his differences with the younger man, Neil had to admit that Nicholas Newman looked mighty cute down there inspecting his abundant package. The dimples deepening to either side of his cheeks as he grinned up at Neil made the black man want to shove his prick straight down the jock's gullet and give him a harsh face fuck. But there was more than man sex going on here---at least from Neil's perspective. His primary concern had to be salvaging Newman Industries; it appeared that breeding Nicholas Newman might accomplish that goal.
"Ever sampled dark meat before?" Neil asked in a deep, low voice. Smiling again goofily while his hand played with Neil's shaft, Nicholas shook his head in the negative. Of course, neither had any recollection of Victor Newman's drug-induced Christmas orgy a few years back where they were first introduced to each other's private pleasures. "You'd better be sure you want to do this because once you get a taste of a brutha you're going to be ruined for anyone else."
Now stroking the full length of hot cock, Nicholas grinned even more widely into the African features of the man standing over him. Leaning in, he teasingly flicked the tip of his tongue in that sensitive area on the underside of the shaft just below the head. Moaning sexily, Neil's eyelids reflexively shuddered together and his head fell back on broad shoulders, his adam's apple more pronounced as he swallowed heavily.
"Oh, yes, Nich-o-las," he muttered, hands working to loosen his tie and the first few buttons of his dress shirt. "This is going to be good."
Nicholas moved in again, spreading his puffy lips to engulf the fat, helmet-shaped head of his business assistant's big black cock. With lips puckering around the deep purple rim, Nicholas' eager tongue raced over the surface of the hot cock head. Saliva washed over the prized glans in waves, licked and sucked up by Nicholas' nursing mouth. His hands worked on nuts and shaft, lightly kneading the hefty ball bag while he gave some serious wrist action to the stalk. In one steady upward movement Nicholas tightly squeezed the exposed shaft and was rewarded with a heavy dose of rich pre-cum. Lapping it up, the tip of his tongue burned between the folds of Neil's piss hole to coax out more delicious nectar.
Neil spread his legs wider to better brace himself; already he'd gotten weak in the knees. It had been years since Ryan---or any man---had gone down on him. Neil had forgotten how good it felt, or how erotic it looked, for another macho man to feast on his junk. Nick was making all the right moves: licking his cock head, nibbling on the rim, sucking up all his jungle juice. The white stud looked like one of those bobble head figures the way he was shifting his head around, getting at the mushroom cap from all angles. For the first time in months Neil had the upper hand with the brain dead jock; he was in possession of something Nicholas coveted. If he played this right he might gain an advantage over young Newman. Right now he appeared to be in the cat bird's seat---or so he thought until Nicholas began swallowing his meat.
Nicholas' spit-glistened lips glided down the length of tasty cock, taking almost half before it lodged against the back of his yawning mouth. Sucking on the chocolate meat, the Newman buck's tongue swirled around the underside of the big thing, teasing the heavy throbbing vein. He began fucking the proud cock with his mouth, bobbing up and down while his hands massaged cum-laden balls. The fat fucker glided over his slick, sucking lips, depositing a trail of cock honey along the way. Nicholas snorted and sputtered around the thick muscle, devouring it like a starved animal; his first taste of black cock sweeter than he'd have imagined.
Suddenly Neil's big hand was on his shoulder, pushing him back and yanking the python from his mouth. Nicholas swiped the back of a hand across his saturated lips and, swallowing hard, looked up at the older man through pleading eyes. Taking hold of himself, Neil roughly slapped his huge appendage against one side of Nicholas' face and then the other before holding it away from the cock sucker.
"You like sucking this cock, Master Newman?" Neil queried teasingly.
All cockiness was gone from the rich boy turned uninhibited whore. "Yes, it's an amazing slab of beef," Nicholas panted in reply. To Nicholas, everything was "amazing." His wife was "amazing"....his children were "amazing"....his ex-stripper mother was "amazing"....his father (sometimes) was "amazing"....and man cock was "amazing". Spreading his lips he moved in for another mouthful but was once again pushed back.
"You know, Nick, I was just thinking.....you might want to reconsider your position on the Jolson project." Neil was looking off into space, appearing disinterested in the fabulous head he was getting---rather enjoying his game of one upmanship with the stud who had practically stolen his C.E.O. position at Newman.
Nicholas' smoky, sex-glazed eyes locked with Neil's. "The Jolson project?! Are you going to talk business now, of all times? To hell with the Jolson project! All I want right now is to suck your big black cock and give you the most amazing blow job of your life. Then I want you to put this monster up my ass! We'll talk about the Jolson project later!"
"Later, Nicholas. We'll talk about a lot of things later," he murmured, almost to himself as he pressed his meat to Nicholas' lips. Young Newman sucked him in like a vacuum and quickly resumed his sloppy cock eating. Leaning forward Neil grasped him by the back of the head and, holding the cock sucker in place, began thrusting his hips to fuck Nicholas' mouth. His thrusts were full-length, forceful and determined, slamming as deeply as possible into Nicholas' oral cavern. His fat cock head poked into the entrance of Nicholas' throat, causing the white stud to choke and sputter as, with each thrust, more of the thick cock was forced into his throat. Soon Nicholas was forced to breathe solely through widely flaring nostrils as more and more flavorful man meat was fucked down his gullet. Tears formed at the corners of his eyes as Nicholas fought to accept the entire length. Veins throbbed at his temples, his face turned a shade of crimson and his neck bulged from its burden. With a fateful snort and swallow, Nicholas thrust forward and plunged his nose into the coarse black pubic hair covering Neil Winter's groin.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh!" Neil gave out a long sigh and once again fell back against the desk. Nicholas went with him, never allowing the monstrous cock to slip from his throat. He could feel it pulsing madly way down there, stretching his throat with each blood-engorged beat. Neil's brillo bush tickled his nose, some of the hairs wedged up in his enlarged nostrils. Nicholas breathed in the slightly musky, manly scent from Neil's crotch while his throat slowly grew accustomed to its new burden. Neil sighed yet again when he felt Nicholas' velvet throat begin to milk his buried-to-the-balls black crankshaft.
Suddenly aware that he was profusely perspiring, Neil's hands worked to strip jacket and shirt from his torso and fling them onto the desk behind him. Peeling the undershirt from his powerful black body, Neil was naked as a jaybird with his cock embedded in the new company C.E.O.'s hot, wet mouth. Glancing up at Neil's gym-toned body, Nicholas groaned appreciatively around his mouthful and echoed Neil's actions by stripping off his own shirt and tie. Only the white tank top T partially covered Nicholas' athletic body, amply displaying the impressive musculature of his arms.
Taking hold of Neil's dangling ball sac, Nicholas slowly drew back off the cock. Ten wicked inches glided along his tongue until the dripping head was all that was left in his mouth. Nicholas went to town on the sensitive head, jerking his head back and forth and sideways, swirling it around in his saturated mouth and lashing it with his tongue. Coming off it for just a few seconds, Nicholas yanked the T-shirt over his head and tossed it aside, rendering himself as buck-ass naked as the beautiful black man. Grasping hands full of tight ass cheeks, Nicholas dove on the dancing cock again, successfully swallowing the entire thing with one frantic gulp. He lunged and withdrew time and again---ten inches in, ten inches out---blatantly throat fucking the darkly majestic piece.
Neil's mouth had gone dry as the Sahara and his heart was thudding maddeningly in his smooth brown chest. The vision of dumb, handsome Nicholas Newman slurping on his big black cock sent waves of passion and forbidden lust through his strong, yet quivering body. Somehow Nicholas' wet throat enveloped his giant member, sending an excited tingling sensation throughout his heated loins. Warm hands grabbed at his bared buttocks, manhandling the firm bubbled mounds. When exploring fingers began toying with his virgin asshole, the black stud sighed heatedly and arched his back, effectively thrusting his cock deeper into Nicholas' slobbering mouth.
Nicholas was in cock sucking heaven, thoroughly enraptured by his first taste of dark man meat. Repeatedly he swallowed the engorged monster whole, worshipping it in the farthest depths of his straining throat. Wet lips ran over the powerful shaft until the sweaty, dangling ball bag slapped up against his chin goatee. Nicholas inhaled deeply of Neil's fragrant crotch scent, rolling his eyes and moaning with lust at the fat knob throbbing against the confines of his throat. His head bobbed up and down, back and forth, forcefully pumping the huge-veined beast into his face. Slobber drooled from the corners of his mouth, tears escaped his eyes every time he bottomed out on the behemoth and snot was dripping from his flaring nostrils. But Nicholas Newman didn't care; he didn't care that he looked something less than the happily-married-father-of-two-heir-apparent. He didn't care that he was the C.E.O. of a major corporation, using his business office like a back alley. As he crammed himself full of fat, dripping horsecock all Nick knew was that, after too long in hibernation, he was ecstatic to be experiencing man sex again.
After throat fucking the tasty fudgesicle for a few more lusty moments, Nicholas slowly backed off. All those long, fat inches of healthy black beef came up out of his abused throat, sliding from between his drenched lips until the agitated beast slapped free against Neil's taut belly. Wasting nary a moment, Nicholas dove back in. His wet tongue lapped up the underside of the fat cock in long, sloppy strokes, gathering the mixture of leaking pre-cum and his own abundant spittle. Swooping down on the ethnic stud's bloated ball bag, Nicholas ferociously gobbled it up and savored the furry chestnuts which had pulled closer to Neil's heavily perspiring body. With one hand grabbing black ass cheek and the other stroking that majestic cock, Nicholas sucked on the meaty sac, feeling those ovular orbs slipping around under their silken skin and anticipating the thick, delicious juice they would soon produce for his parched pleasure.
Making a surprising move, Neil's manicured, black hands landed on Nicholas' strong, rounded shoulders and pushed him back against the chair. Leaning over the big dumb hunk and grasping him around the back of the thighs, Neil strongly lifted Nicholas from the chair and placed him on the desk top behind them. With one swipe of his arm everything from the desk was scattered onto the floor. Nicholas lay atop the cold desk top with a sexy grin on his handsome face as he spread his beefy, hairy legs and lifted them into the air. Pulling the horny buck to the edge of the desk, Neil's hand reached between the V of the jock's outstretched thighs just below his tightened ball sac. Nicholas sighed when a thick black finger slid through his sweaty crack and pressed into his heated ass hole. Spitting a wad onto the target, Neil slid two, then three fingers into the warm cavern and slowly fucked them in and out, curiously watching Nicholas squirm about on his father's desk top.
"Fuck me!" the young C.E.O. commanded.
"Rest assured, I'm going to have your white ass, Nicholas," Neil said teasingly. "And, afterwards, we're going to have a long conversation about your plans for the Brash and Sassy line."
"I don't care about that," Nicholas sighed breathlessly. "I just need to get fucked...hard!"
Neil ceased his finger fuck and gave Nicholas a serious look. "I can go down the hall and stuff this big, beautiful black cock into my wife's sweet, inviting pussy to get my rocks off. And where will that leave you, Master Newman?"
"All right!" Nicholas countered angrily, his brows furrowed and his tongue nervously working between his lips. "We'll talk about Brash and Sassy---later. Just take me---TAKE ME NOW, DAMMIT!"
With a self-satisfied smile, Neil spit into the palm of his hand and, greasing up his rigid prick, guided it to Nicholas' twitching bull's eye. Pressing his cock head against the quivering mouth, Neil easily slid into the tight, hot hole. Nicholas' ass ring gripped at the fat cock as it sunk into him, stretching his pucker wider and wider. Neil looked down at his dark shaft sliding ever deeper into Nicholas' hairy pink love hole, amazed at how good it felt up inside the hot chute. When he bottomed out with his fat cock head buried somewhere deep inside Nicholas' mushy guts, Neil's lips parted for a euphoric sigh while his eyes rolled upwards in their sockets. Taking hold of strongly muscular thighs, Neil began to move his majestic manhood in and out of Nicholas Newman's macho man hole.
"Oh yeah, Neil!" Nicholas breathed huskily. "Feels so fucking good! Such a big, manly cock screwing my tight ass! Haven't been fucked in so long! Keep fucking me....fuck me hard...harder!!"
Neil became so aroused by such trashy talk from the wealthy Newman heir that he turned up the tempo a notch, humping the hot ass with a renewed fury. Nicholas took to thrashing and groaning as Neil drilled his man pussy with determined force. His dangling balls slapped against the white stud's sweaty body with each toe-curling assault. All Neil's strength was centered on the welcomed invasion of Nicholas' bodacious butt. He thrust forward, pulled back, then thrust again, feeling his fat cock head sinking deep into the other man's gut and near knocking wind out of him. His thrusts were strong and passionate, eliciting looks of erotic bliss from Nicholas' handsome face.
Impaled by the giant black cock, Nicholas expertly worked the inner muscles of ass in time with Neil's fast, furious fuck. Relaxing when the stud charged deeply inside him, he then tightened up so as to hug and caress the entire length on its long journey outward. Neil was pounding him just the way Nicholas liked, not showing any mercy on his tender ass and making him feel every powerful thrust. Wanting to reassure the goateed black stud that he could handle whatever was thrown at him, Nicholas bucked into each swift plunge and moved his ass like a million dollar cock whore. Neil responded by picking up the pace, fucking him even harder.
As Nicholas' sweat-drenched body slid back on the desk from the heated assault, Neil flexed the muscles of his arms and yanked the stud back into fucking position. His steely prick lunged, stuffing itself impossibly deep within the Newman pup's warm, gyrating body. He'd almost forgotten how deliciously tight it was up inside another guy's butt hole, far tighter than his wife's pretty puss. Nicholas was obviously trained at fucking, causing Neil to wonder who had been successfully breeding him up until now. The way the muscular stud's ass squeezed his huge erection proved Nicholas was talented in the art of pleasuring other men. It was almost as if Nicholas was sucking him off from inside his ass! Neil savored the vision of the rich boy's pink insides clinging to his black boner on the out stroke and the way the hairs of his ass tickled the length on its swift return journey.
Neil grinned down at the sexy fuck, who was lost in his sexual nirvana. Far as Nicholas was concerned, nothing else mattered at this point except the colossal cock pounding his prostate and testing his masculine endurance. Neil firmly believed that if Mrs. Newman were to walk into the office at this moment, Nicholas wouldn't be able to stop himself; he'd suffer the consequences only after he'd been satiated. It seemed the perfect time for Neil to make his calculated move. Yanking his thick piece from the handsome stud's fuck hole, Neil watched the expression of confusion wash over Nicholas' sex hungry face. The muscular hunk's ass lips alternately yawned open, then winked closed, desperate to be cock stuffed once again. Neil's prick was throbbing maddeningly just inches away from the satisfying man pussy, giving away his every desire for more man ass.
"Neil?" Nicholas pressed tentatively. "What's wrong? Why did you stop?"
"Well, Nicholas, I was thinking," Neil looked off into space, tapping a finger against his lip thick, Negroid lips. "Brash and Sassy was a lucrative cosmetics line under your sister's tutelage and, since I worked alongside her for a long while, I'm certain I could make it profitable again."
Nicholas' agitated body squirmed about on the desktop and his fingers took to toying with his lonely hole. "I told you we'd talk about that later. Now let's get back to the fucking!"
"Oh, no," Neil shook his head and smiled mischievously, enjoying the new-found power he had over the inept executive. "Before I give you more of this I want your commitment that Brash and Sassy remains solvent and that I get to spearhead the project. There's no room for compromise here, Nicholas."
"Alright!" Nicholas agreed without another moment's hesitation. "Agreed. Brash and Sassy stays. Now get back to business and dick me!"
"My pleasure, boss," Neil smiled widely, satisfied with this easily won gain. The lips of Nicholas' pink pucker gaped open before the black man's wondrous eyes and Neil leaned in, stuffing his aching prick ball's deep inside the warm, inviting man hole.
"OH, YEAH!" Nicholas bellowed as the hot cock glided into him and punched into his guts. His ass hole clasped around the fat prick, determined not to let it go this time around. Neil kicked into gear, slamming his shaft in and out of Nicholas' heaving frame. His sensitive shaft felt deliciously good inside the wet, clenching hole---but both knew they could not prolong the inevitable forever.
Neil was power driving the younger man, fucking him short and deep and literally tearing up his hole. Nicholas wrapped a fist around his vein-engorged hard-on and began furiously stroking his meat while he was gloriously balled. Neil embedded his red hot poker all the way up his shit chute, rabbit fucking around his intestines. The black man could feet the beating of Nicholas' heart through his throbbing stiffie and punched even harder, driving his cock to the hilt. Nicholas' hunky body jerked with each solid impact. Neil pounded him mercilessly, his lips set in a determined snarl as his actions grew rougher. He needed to get off....and he needed to get off NOW!
Nicholas had begun babbling incoherently. His hand was a whir, pumping his cock with wild abandon. Then with a strangled cry his entire body tensed, then jerked, and bullets of white hot jizz exploded from his cock slit. At the same time his man cunt clamped down extra tight around Neil's plunger, which felt every delicious wave of Nicholas' mind-blowing orgasm. It was the final straw for Neil. Throwing back his head and gritting even white teeth, shooting stars flashed behind Neil's tightly clenched eyelids as his big cock exploded inside Nicholas' bowels, liberally scouring him with dick lava. His body heaved time and again as one orgasm followed another until, completely weakened, Neil collapsed atop Nicholas' body.
They lay that way for long moments afterwards, labored breathing slow to be restored. Nicholas held the black man in his arms, staring up at the ceiling and running his big hands along Neil's arms, up over his strong shoulders and down his back until they rested upon the swell of big, strong buttocks. It was great to be fucked again! It was great to hold another man's strong, sweaty body in his arms and know his seed was implanted deep inside him. Later tonight he would be the aggressor, taking Trevor's ass for the first time. But for now Nicholas was content in this recent sexual aftermath.
"Neil?" he whispered huskily into the black man's ear.
Neil came up on his elbows to look into Nicholas' sexual satisfied face. "If you tell me you are going to renege on our deal, Nicholas....."
Nicholas smiled toothily. "No way; I don't make bogus deals."
The bimbo was incapable of making any important deals, Neil thought to himself. "Glad to hear it. Then, what is it, Nicholas?"
Those endearing dimples deepened to either side of Nicholas' beaming smile. "Next time," he said, slapping Neil's buttocks. "I want to get down there and eat some of this nice, round chocolate ass."
Neil knew he had the stud pup eating out of the palm of his hand. There would be no more trouble from the C.E.O. at Newman Industries, so long as Neil kept him sexually satisfied. After having gone so long without a fuck buddy, buggering Nicholas Newman would hardly be a sacrifice. Taking hold of one plump nipple on the tamed stud's chest, Neil twirled it between thumb and forefinger as he thought aloud.
"Well, Nicholas, there's no time like the present. But first, I have been meaning to speak to you about the Chesterfield acquisition....."