Name that tune - A song reflected in a love story

Tonight, was the big party I have been anticipating and dreading. I got a new haircut and am wearing my best suit. The most important people in town should be there and I am trying my hardest to be included in that group. Things haven’t been easy for me, I worked hard in school to get into one of the best colleges in the country. I survived college with an impressive grade point, but it was difficult.

My major drawback is my looks. I am one of those guys who is so striking “every girl wants me, and every guy wants to be like me.” I have a typical Nordic look. I am sure my ancestors went Viking and spread their seed in various locations. My hair is a dirty blond and is thick and curly. I am tall nearly 6’3” with a swimmer’s physique. I was on the swim team in college and still swim to keep my broad shoulders and trim waist. I am quite hairy, and my dark blond hair often spills up over my shirt collar. I had to shave my body for swimming and am over that. Natural is how I go.

My preparations for the party were precise. I had to make a good impression. My job as a system analyst pays well, but to get to the top, I must move up and get a better job. Getting noticed is how I usually work my way in. I know some people, and they usually introduce me to more people, and I make connections that will hopefully result in a promotion.

 I got out of the rented limo and headed to the front door. As I walked into the mansion, I noticed a mirror as I entered. I glanced at myself in the mirror to make sure I didn’t get disheveled during the ride up. Everything looked great so I continued into the room.

I looked the room over for people I knew, who were in a group of people I needed to know. One of my coworkers was talking with a CEO of a raising group. I worked my way across the room to accidently be in their vicinity. Cedric noticed me and acknowledged my presence. I casually noticed him and spoke. He introduced me to Sheamus. Sheamus was about 40 and a little shorter than I am. He filled out his suit and his dark hair and blue eyes sent me off. His eyes were the kind that didn’t just look at you, the bored into you and pierced your soul. I got lost in his locked gaze and nearly forgot how to speak.

This guy was one of the men I was wanting to meet for work proposes and he turned out to be a man I wanted to have for recreational purposes. I could stand there and listen to his deep voice all night. Cedric noticed I didn’t have a drink and offered to get me one. I told him sparkling water and he went to refresh his drink and get me one. Sheamus asked me if I was an accountant like Cedric, and I replied, a system analyst. He told me he was looking for an analyst and I should give him a call. He pulled out his phone and texted me his information.

Cedric returned and handed me my water and said he saw someone he needed to talk with and excused himself. Sheamus and I continued our conversation, and we worked our way to the patio. He said it was stuffy in the crowded room and stepped onto the patio and I followed. There was soft lighting on the patio and since the weather was cool, guests were not spilling out onto the patio. It seemed we had it all to ourselves. Three feet away there were hundreds of partiers, and here we were alone together. Sheamus was looking at me and reached over and brushed the hair that was popping above my collar. He said he liked a guy comfortable enough to not trim his body hair. I told him about swimming and the hair removal requirements. He just smiled and pushed my hair back under my collar.

The intimacy of his touch sent my body on edge, not that I haven’t been hot ever since I saw him. His touch sent my rising dick into a full erection. Sheamus stepped close to me and put his large hand over my growing bulge. He said this house was his aunt’s and he had a room upstairs. We sat our drinks down and I followed him to an entrance into the house about 30 feet away.

There was a private stairway up off the entrance. He told me it was how they went to the pool off the patio. We ascended the stairs and went in the third door. It was a grand suite, with a seating area with a huge fireplace. Sheamus pressed a button on a handy remote and the fireplace roared into action, at the same time some smooth jazz gently filled the room. The only light was two lamps on either side of the King-sized bed. I was taking in the room, and he stepped close to me and kissed me. It wasn’t a gentle kiss; it was a passionate kiss that took my breath away. His tongue swept my mouth and probed. I truly felt kissed. He suggested we get more comfortable and removed my jacket and loosened my tie. I removed my shirt in an instant and let him take in my copious chest hair. He bent and prodded with his tongue to find my dark rose nipples buried in my hair. He got my right nipple hard as and eraser and shifted to my right.

I was trying to remove his jacket as he lavished my chest. I pulled him up into another kiss and slid his jacket off his shoulders. He was loosening my belt and lowering my trousers. He gasped as my uncut manhood was released. I am not a giant but am well endowed. He dropped to his knees and took my shaft into his mouth. My dick fit perfectly in his mouth; dude was a talented dick sucker to take my dick to the base. He pulled off and attacked my balls, sucking on into his mouth and tickling my loose skin that supported them with his tongue. I tried to remove his tie as he was servicing my equipment. I got it loose and tried to pull him up. He squatted and pushed me onto the bed. I landed on my back, and he stood and removed my shoes and trousers. I was laying there in nothing but my socks and a plain gold chain. He pushed my knees up and planted his face between my hairy ass cheeks. Being so hairy I showered just before I headed to the limo, but I know I had developed a musk in my nether regions. Sheamus alternated between my rosebud, balls and dick. His attentions must have lasted 30 minutes before he paused to kiss me.

As we kissed, I attempted to remove his clothes to no avail. He slid down to lavish my nipples and even proved my navel. By then my dick was so hard I was afraid it would burst, in more ways than one. He bypassed my raging erection and returned to my hairy asshole. Now I am not a bottom per se, but he had me worked up and I was ready for any and everything. He slid his forefinger into my moist hole and pushed on my prostate making my dick drip precum all over my flat abdomen. The slick fluid mixed with my hair pasting it to my skin. Sheamus noticed and licked up the fluid clearly enjoying the taste with a moan. He reached up and kissed me allowing me to taste my salty fluid on his tongue.

I again tried to remove his shirt, but only got his tie.

Sheamus headed down to my feet and removed my socks. He marveled at my big hairy feet with my long hairy toes. He sucked each toe, tickling my feet with his tongue. My body was on fire begging for release, and he was pleasuring me but pushing me to the brink without the ultimate release. He rolled me over onto my stomach and shoved his face back between my ass cheeks. His licking and probing loosened my hole to the point he could shove anything into the opening. He reached up to a drawer beside the bed and pulled out an electric butt plug. He shoved it into my hole and turned it on. It pressed against my prostate and sent tingles through my body. He rolled me over and placed his mouth over the end of my dick. The vibrator sent me over the top and I started squirting into his mouth. I saw him swallow my load twice, but some still slid down his cheek. When I was spent, he headed up to kiss me. This time it was a slow gentle kiss that was intimate and enjoyable. I pulled away long enough to lick my semen off his cheek. He returned to my mouth, and we continued our kissing.