It drizzled precum onto him and he let it seep into his mouth without protest. “Oh, yes, Edward,” I moaned, “you’re good at that.” He was a man who prided himself on excellence, even in this.
He looked almost eager, leaning forward to press his lips to my head. I ran my fingers through his hair and cooed with pleasure. I sipped from my glass and watched the man get more comfortable, putting both hands on my shaft and working it into a stiff pillar. His rough, thick fingers squeezed my shaft tight and I let out a sigh. “That’s it. His shoulder is loose and relaxed when I put a hand on it and slowly, gently push the adonis to his knees on the stone floor.Įdward looked surprised, but I just smiled warmly and said, “Take your time, just close your eyes and imagine you’re stroking yourself.” My butler pressed a fresh glass into my hand as I watched the banker do as I instructed. I let it go on a while, far longer than my straining cock would have preferred. I pull back for a sip of wine before pressing my sweetened lips to his. His hands find places on my slender chest as he turns to draw closer together. They think it will be rough and coarse, but I am smooth and warm against them. It’s never as different as they expect it to be. His eyelids fluttered open and he looked surprised. I massaged his tongue with mine and pressed my soft lips to him.
I whispered, “Just relax.” He was hesitant at first, but a fine actor. I grinned up at him and reached up to run my fingers through his short gray hair, pulling his lips down to mine. He gasped, “Excuse my language, but holy shit.” He looked back over his shoulder and his eyes went wide when they came upon my cock. I rushed forward and squeezed his flesh in my hand, firm but supple against my fingers. I squeezed my manhood, the one good thing my father ever gave me.Įdward pushed his trousers and underwear off in one motion and I sucked in a stunned breath at the revelation of his round ass. “Magnificent,” I muttered as the million things or more I wanted to do to it rushed through my head. As he complied, I pushed the waistband of my pajamas down and let the immense slab of cock rest atop my bulbous balls. “Turn around,” I commanded before he unbuckled his belt. A man like Edward would have had me trembling, but now I could look down at the still pool of wine in my glass and grin. I had always envied that, back before my success. Always the alpha male, even under my lascivious eye he didn’t betray a hint of nervousness. The man was in his mid-50s, but his bronzed chest rippled with muscle as he peeled off his rigid white shirt. My hardness stretched down the leg of my loungewear as we stood across from each other in the entryway of my vast home on the Upper East Side. I grinned behind the rim of a glass of white wine as the Wall Street warrior shed his armor, draping a vivid blue jacket over a chair and loosening his expensive silk tie. He wanted my business, to underwrite a public offering for my company, and I wanted him. I’ve always had a taste for the classical, the clean and simple perfection of that era.Įdward was a favorite, among my recent acquisitions. I was young and naive enough at the time to actually believe that these stories were true or partially true, which made it even hotter.He was truly breathtaking, with a form that if turned to stone would have fit perfectly alongside the marble gods in my gardens. One claimed to have an ongoing sexual relationship with his hot jock best friend that both of their girlfriends were okay with, because they only had sex with each other. A few of those guys wrote their own stories about closeted bro sex. There was an actual fan community around the stories with a couple of dozen guys posting about them on a Yahoo message board. He fell into a deep depression and then finally came out, but always felt he'd been forced to come out before he was ready and that he might have opted for marriage and children otherwise, and that he never felt he fit in with other gays because they were all too femme for him, etc. My favorite was called "Fraternity Memoirs" and was alleged to be a true story of a very jock-ish blue collar guy who was seduced at college by his hot preppy friend and realized his true nature.Īfter about two years, the author gave up/got bored and spilled the main part of the story in two very long posts- basically the author was outed when two sorority girls accidentally burst in on him fucking a freshman when he was a junior. 90% of the stories in that section follow the same plot of the hot jock roommate who turns out to be gay or bi. NIfty's "College" section is home base for straight-boy fantasies.