I slept in the next day, the last day of the conference, looking forward to a lazy morning. I ordered breakfast from room service and checked my messages.
Brock had already texted. “Meet me in front of the hotel at noon. You can ride in my limo to the airport and we can talk, just the two of us.”
“See you then,” I said, wondering if we were on the same flight home but also not really caring. We could talk about the job offer, iron out any details, and part with a businessman’s handshake at the airport, either this one or after we landed.
I showered and checked out my body in the mirror. It looked good. Not swaggering and dominant like Brock’s, but I was in excellent shape, a former jock turned private trainer with a roster of high-profile, big-money clients. I’m 6 feet tall, 200 pounds of well-proportioned muscle, but neither bodybuilder huge nor ripped to shreds.
I turned around to check out my ass, which was rocking. Maybe Brock was right when he whistled at it back when this all started two days ago.
Two days ago? Wow… So much had happened since then. I flashed back on all the fucking, sucking, and cumming I had done since then and found my towel tenting in front.
“Room service,” someone said with a knock on the door, snapping me out of my self-inspection.
When I opened the door, the kid with the food cart looked at me and his eyes popped.
“Your breakfast, Sir,” he mumbled, jaw open, as he took me in visually.
“Yes, come in,” I said, trying to be friendly and casual since the kid was obviously intimidated. I gotta admit, it felt good, after I’d just been with the studliest man in my industry, Brock Langley, who would make any man pop a boner.
The kid wheeled the cart past the TV and bed, parking it by the window and turning around, looking at the floor, then me, then the floor again.
“Is everything OK?” I asked him. “You seem a little shook.”
“No, no, I’m fine,” he said, eventually looking me in the eye and holding my gaze. “I wasn’t expecting …” his eyes went down and up in appreciation, stopping at the pole in my towel.
“Ah, surely you’ve delivered to men wearing towels before.”
“Yes, but not as hot as you,” he said, swallowing hard and looking me in the eye again, growing bolder and stepping toward me. “Your body is sick.”
I had read the kid wrong. He was going for it.
I held up my hand.
“How old are you?” I asked.
“I’m 21.”
“You don’t look it.”
“I know I look young in the face,” he said bashfully, “but you gotta be 21 to bring alcohol to guest rooms, and you ordered this bloody Mary, so.”
The kid kept coming for me.
“Besides, does my body look like jailbait? My face hasn’t caught up to it yet.”
He flexed his biceps in the classic pose and two softballs strained against the white long sleeves of his shirt. He turned and spread his lats till they, too, were testing the fabric. It gave me a chance to check out his ass, my favorite part. Nothing turns me on more than a big, round butt on a man, and this fella had one, as round as Brock’s but not as big. Tight, high, the glorious gift of the gods.
Still, I had to be sure.
“Show me your license,” I said. It told me his name was Barry and that he was, indeed, 21.
I looked him in the eye and smirked.
“Excellent, Barry. You’re a hot fucker, yourself. Let me see more.”
Confident but clumsy, with nothing artful or seductive about it, Barry removed his red tie, shirt, and black slacks, standing before me in plain, white boxer briefs.
“Turn around. Slowly step out of the underwear,” like Brock had ordered me that first time.
His smooth, supple skin was tight over his youthful muscles, a trace of softness too many young studs work to lose too soon. This boy was effortless. Clueless. Down to get fucked.
“Have you done this before?” I asked him.
“Sure. Usually with guys my age. Not hot daddies like you.”
“I’m 32.”
“I like older men,” he said, wrapping his arms around my neck softly, passively. His smooth, tight body felt almost alien in my hands. I hadn’t been with someone so young in ages. His cock was only average sized but very pretty.
He tentatively touched my tight pecs and said, “Wow. You must work out a lot.” Barry lightly explored my chest and pecs, his hands moving down to untie my towel and let it fall. He looked down at my hard-on and took it in his hand.
“You got a nice dick, too,” he said. “I’m an expert cocksucker.”
I nodded and we made out while standing pressed together naked and jacking each other.
Barry looked at me, eager, a little cocky. He probably didn’t have a lot of time. Fine by me.
Repeating Brock’s move with me, I pushed him down by the shoulders and he quickly went to town on my dick. He was a little rough and fast, overdoing it with the busy-ness of putting on a show, youthful energy compensating for a lack of skill.
“On your hands and knees,” I said, and he hopped up on the bed ready to get fucked. Those big brown eyes looked at me with a strange mix of naivete and a lack of self-consciousness, now that he was in prime position to get quickly railed.
“Come on,” he said, caressing his own ass. “I don’t have a lot of time.”
I moved his hand and crouched down to get a whiff of his hole. Clean and freshly showered. His oddly big balls were hanging heavy, and I took them in my mouth for a few quick rolls of the tongue. I licked his hole again a few times and slid a finger in smoothly, like he’d been fucked already today. Again, fine by me.
I lubed up my cock, stood next to the bed, and roughly pulled his ass to me. Kid wants a quickie, he’s gonna get one. I pressed my dickhead to his asshole and told him to arch his back, then drove my full length all the way into him with one, powerful shove.
“Oomph!” he said, then added with a tone that felt performative, “Damn, Daddy. That’s a big dick.”
His silky insides were looser than Brock’s and Trevor’s, so the friction wasn’t as intense. But the sight of those fresh, young cakes sliding back and forth to my dick was something to see. I smacked his ass once, twice, and he shouted, “Daddy, yes!”
I was getting tired of this yelping twink. The “Daddy” bit was getting on my nerves. I railed him deep, fast, and hard, over and over. Barry yelped when I hit his spot one, two, three times and then he shot his load onto the hotel duvet.
I pulled my dick out of his ass, spun him around so he was sitting with his face at cock level, and jacked myself, giving the right touch at the right spot that always works. I yanked his hair back and shot a nice, full load all over that pretty face, finally rubbing it into his skin with my dick, slapping him with it once and releasing him.
I tossed him my towel and he quickly wiped his face, which he checked in the mirror on the way out.
“Thanks, Daddy, that was hot,” he said. “Can I see you again while you’re here?”
“Later,” I said. “Thanks for bringing my breakfast.”
Little bitch. I didn’t bother telling him I was leaving soon.
I showered, headed downstairs for the morning speakers, which were boring, and came back up.
By noon, you can bet I was downstairs outside waiting for Brock and his limo.
When he bounded out of the hotel, he looked fresh, springy and full of energy. Did this man ever move in second gear? He shook hands with a couple of others, then spotted me and waved me over to follow him a few steps to his limo.
“Just signed a major expansion deal,” he told me once we were settled in the back seat. “This will let us expand like we were talking the other night at dinner and even set up a long-term investment fund for future capital needs.”
“Congratulations,” I said.
“And it means I can more than meet your salary and bonus needs,” Brock said, putting a hand on my knee. “If, that is, you decide to work with us.”
“I’ve given it some thought,” I said.
“It’s a no-brainer,” he said.
“Hey, now… let me finish,” I insisted with a smirk, then paused for dramatic/comic effect. “Yeah, it’s a no-brainer! Let’s make some magic together.”
Brock raised the divider between us and the driver and turned the limo’s Spotify to a classic rock playlist.
“Starting now,” he said, taking my chin softly and leaning me in for a soft kiss. Not exactly romantic but more in that direction than he’d been previously – all about fucking.
We pulled each other’s shirts off and stroked each other’s chests. He was simply magnificent – size, symmetry, just enough body hair, a thin layer of body fat that made you want to reach out and grab him everywhere.
And that’s what we did to each other, completely stripping each other and Brock flipping me over on my stomach, as stretched out as I could get in the limo.
“I’m gonna fuck you now, Trey. We’re in no hurry. It’s a long ride to the airport, and it’s just you and me celebrating this merger.”
He pulled out a small container of lube, slicked up my hole quickly, and spread my legs. His fat cock slid in easier than it should have, and when he bottomed out, I’d never felt so pleasingly stretched and full of cock in my life.
He fucked me slowly and smoothly, nibbling on my ear, reaching down to stroke my cock between my abs and the leather seats.
This was a new speed and tenor for Brock’s fucking, but it was in no way romantic – just not frenzied. He had multiple speeds, multiple approaches, each one more piercingly divine than the last.
I smelled the leather against my face and smiled, enjoying this deep fucking. His magic cock was rearranging my insides so well I didn’t even notice that I couldn’t see or touch his ass.
“Aw, Brock, you’re fucking me so deep, man… Does my hole feel good?”
“So good, Trey… I knew this would be a special celebration between us. And not the last, either.”
We were limited by the tight space in the limo, but the restricted movements only made it hotter, as Brock kept finding new depths to my cunt, breaching it in places that had never been separated so exquisitely.
No pain, no speedbumps. Just an expert top giving me the slow, sweet fuck of my life.
“We’re gonna have to finish soon,” he whispered into my ear. “You’re a great fuck, Trey. We’re gonna do great business together and we’re gonna be doing this a lot when we get home.”
“Fuck, yes. This hole is yours. Whenever you want it.”
“I know it is,” Brock said, picking up the pace with rapid-fire thrusts so he could get off inside me while we still had time.
“Fuck, Brock! Make me your bitch.”
“I’m close, Trey. Fuck, this cunt is tight. Such a hot ass you have, man.” He jackhammered into me then, no more talking… instead, faster breathing, louder groaning, and finally, a throaty, “Yeah, take it.”
I savored the feeling of his fat cut pulsing inside me, and then the weight of him as he pressed his chest to my back. My cock had been rubbing against the leather seat and I was this close to dowsing it with my jizz. Brock ground inside me and said, “Yeah, fuck the limo now, Trey… You’re getting close now…”
I grunted as I came on the seat, breathing heavy and then laughing with released tension. He’d fucked me silly, and the situation was something – getting bred in a limo by Brock Langley, my new business partner!
And there would be more to come…? With an awesome job, no drama, and sexy AF coworkers like Derek?
I flashed back to noticing Brock’s big ass across the lobby that first day of the conference. When Brock clocked me, I had no idea what I was in for.
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