Collecting On Account

The Older Gentleman and the Surprise

Friday afternoon, 5:25 pm

There he was, in his office, like always. Every third Friday of the month, Collins came to collect what was owed him for his services rendered. He had been mowing The Older Gentleman’s lawn and caring for his hedgerows and gardens for several years now. And today he was expected. It was all part of their routine business.

Collins hadn’t rung the doorbell. He was told not to. He wasn’t really a guest. Nor was he a servant. He was a service provider, doncha know. The house was open, as usual. Collins walked right in and strolled purposefully down the long center hallway of the house to the rear and to the left of the kitchen, where they transacted their business.

There sat The Older Gentleman on his high-backed leather chair behind that enormous mahogany desk of his. “You’ve come to collect I see,” The Older Gentleman said in a low, husky voice.

Collins stood in the doorway and simply nodded. The Older Gentleman gave him a single nod, the usual signal. Collins closed the door behind him and walked slowly toward the desk. He circled around the left side, never breaking eye contact with The Older Gentleman.

As Collins did so, The Older Gentleman slowly pushed back his chair and to his right to face him. The burgundy satin smoking jacket he wore was open, revealing a muscled chest with a swipe of gray hair across each of his pectoral muscles. A perked up nipple poked out prominently from underneath the hair, revealing its position. He reached down and opened his pants wider revealing his engorged penis. It poking straight up against his belly button, pulsing with excitement. A couple of droplets of moisture glistened on its crown, further signifying his anticipation and excitement.

Collins pulled off his shirt and hiked up his chinos as he knelt in front of The Older Gentleman. Once there, The Older Gentleman slowly slid his pants down to his ankles, then kicked them off his legs. He reached down to grab them, folded them loosely, and set them off to the side of his chair.

Collins stared intently, waiting. He moistened his mouth and lips, getting ready to collect his due. The Older Gentleman stood, removed his jacket, and sat back down after folding it and laying it on his desk. Now gloriously naked, he was ready. Collins got to work.

The Older Gentleman spoke in a low gruff voice, voicing his approval and encouragement often. Collins enjoyed vocal alphas. He could feel his own arousal grow as the engorgement grew stronger, fuller, in his mouth. He never liked to go too fast when a man was already so aroused before they started. He pulled off several times to suck on those hanging balls and sensuously licked the sides of his thighs, making The Older Gentleman squirm with delight in his chair.

Collins was pleased with himself today for getting such stronger reactions right from the start. ‘He always enjoys himself, but today? He must really be needing this.’ That thought ran through his head as he took that rigid cock back into his mouth for round two.

As The Older Gentleman gt closer and closer to climax, a sound broke the stillness in the room. Collins worried what it might be. He tried to turn his head slightly to see what may have caused it, but The Older Gentleman’s strong hands grabbed his head and held it tightly. With a raspy sounding voice, he firmly ordered, “Finish me up.”

When Collins intensified his work, the voice came back with a different tone. Agitated. Breathless. Urgent. “Yes. Yes. Ah, that’s it.” Deep sighs. Then held his breath. “Ugh... There. Take it. Suck it out of me. That’s it. FUCK!”

Wave after wave of warm seed flushed out of him into the waiting throat. Collins continued to vacuum up squirt after squirt until every drop drained from those massive balls was given him. When the climax diminished and The Older Gentleman softened, Collins slowly pulled off his still rigid cock, relishing every drop as he did so.

An unexpected deep voice came from somewhere behind him, over his shoulder. It said quietly, “I came over here to save you a trip, there Collins.”

The Older Gentleman slid his chair back a bit to allow Collins to turn and see the other man in the room.

The Older Gentleman’s Son stood by the closed office door. When Collins looked his way, he smiled and walked over to where Collins still knelt. Then The Older Gentleman’s Son sat on the edge of the desk facing the two of them. Slowly lowering his zipper and reaching in, he pulled himself free. He stroked himself a few times, showing off his pride until he was fully erect. That didn’t take long. He had obviously been standing there watching a while, getting himself aroused and ready. He grinned down at Collins and said, “I’m ready for you now Brother,” then gently guided Collins’ open mouth to his groin.

“Smart thinking, there my boy,” The Older Gentleman said as he pulled on his smoking jacket, tying it around his waist. Then he sat back down to watch the erotic ritual being performed in his view. His arousal was slight but noticeable and his son enjoyed seeing his Father’s reaction.

“That wife of yours? She doesn’t know a thing, poor girl.” The Older Gentleman chuckled then added, “Best for you. You’ll always get what you need. Like now.” He lit his cigar and continued to watch the Friday fun. “He’s good, isn’t he, son?”

The Older Gentleman’s Son said nothing. He gave a quick nod to his Father then stood up. This gave him the ability to take full advantage of the mouth that surrounded his rock hard prick. He savored the heat and the moist tongue lapping his sacred rod, relishing every last bit.

This time, it was Collins who made those satisfying noises. He knew The Older Gentleman’s Son wanted his server to show his enjoyment and appreciation at being allowed to take his own pleasure from this man’s cock and the orgasmic explosion that would reward him with a deluge of semen to nourish himself.

The Older Gentleman’s Son slowly removed his t-shirt revealing a smooth bare torso, but, not wanting to interrupt Collins, he left his work pants on. Like all the men who knew it was collection time, The Older Gentleman’s Son had anticipated this ritual all day. On several occasions, he needed to calm down and adjust himself so that his excitement wasn’t visible to the other men he worked with. Now that day-long off and on arousal was coming to its anticipated climax. He was much freer and louder in showing his appreciation to his server, Collins.

When Older Gentleman’s Son had released his sacred seed, emptying his once full balls, he calmed himself back to normal quickly by breathing deeply, long and slow. He slid on his shirt back on, tucked it in, and zipped up his pants. He pulled a wad of cash out of his wallet and handed over as payment due. Collins pocketed it then turned quickly and grabbed the check that The Older Gentleman left on the edge of the desk.

The Older Gentleman, his Son, and Collins, all three walked casually toward the front door. They made small talk about the work Collins’ men had done on their lawns and shrubs, the new flowers Collins had planted for The Older Gentleman’s Wife, and generally the wonderful weather they’ve had this summer. All were ready for a relaxed weekend.