That Businessman

I realized it was April Fools Day while I was standing in front of my mirror, naked, trying to decide on a jockstrap or briefs for tonight's meeting with Joseph, the businessman.  Would he stand me up as a joke?  No, I didn't think so.  He wasn't the humorous type.  He was the serious, take what he wants type.

My dick rose to the occasion as I pondered what the evening would bring.

And the bedroom door opened, and Uncle Mitch casually asked if I wanted to eat before I went out with the guys.  I didn't.  I told him we were going to get something to eat.  [I'd got used to him just barging on in without knocking.]

He stayed in the doorway.  My dick throbbed and I clasped my hands over it.

Uncle Mitch seemed to smirk, what I read as an 'I was in the Army, I’ve seen a naked dick or two’ smirk, then asked if I wanted a ride.  I didn't have my own car yet and knew he wouldn’t let me borrow the family car because we both knew I'd be drinking.  So, I said yes, and we agreed to head out at 5:30.

I finally decided on red briefs and my tightest black jeans and a red poet shirt.  At the last minute I remembered Joseph had told me to wear a longer coat, and I grabbed my black mid-thigh length coat.

Uncle Mitch dropped me off in front of the department store which had become the meeting place for me and Joseph and told me to call if I needed a lift home.  It was about quarter to six, so I went into the store and up to the top floor and browsed until the six o'clock meet time Joseph had given me.

The lot was pretty full, and while I was looking for his car, he sounded his horn twice.  I looked in that direction and saw the car, and headed for it at an unhurried pace, even though I wanted to get over there and get the evening started.

I made sure it was Joseph and, without greeting him, went directly to the passenger side and climbed in.  He was wearing jeans tonight, with a white shirt and dark sport jacket.  I opened my jeans and slid them, and my briefs, down past my ass and started to close my jacket.  He stopped me, "Don't be in such a rush."

He fondled my thighs and my balls, then worked my dick to full erection and gave it a few strokes, "Good; you're learning."  He lifted his attaché case to reveal his exposed cock, and put my hand around it, "Go ahead."  I stroked his cock, looked around to make sure no one was near, and started to bend over to suck him. 

"Not yet."   He moved my hand away and put his attaché case back over his lap.  "You can close your coat."  He started the car up and drove out, lighting a cigarette, "Some people call me Joe or Joey.  Some people call me Joseph.  You call me Joseph.  Just so we’re clear."  I said it was clear and he smiled his terse smile and began casually rubbing my thigh.  We drove in silence for ten minutes give/take and he told me "My boss is dining with us.  You’ll sit across from him unless he says otherwise."  I asked why and he kept silent, just driving and smoking.  He may as well not have heard me, but I knew he had.  He was just making sure I understood he was in control.

He pulled in to the parking lot of a large diner, parked and stubbed out his cigarette, "We have a few jobs opening.  Stockers mainly.  Go ahead and pull your clothes together.  Part time."  He adjusted his clothes, "He owns a few electronics stores."  He zipped up and we went into the diner.

Mr. Neumann was tall and slim, with white hair and a thin, hard but handsome face.  He appeared to be in his mid to late 50s but, I would find out later, was in his early 60s.  He and Joseph talked about Joseph's business trip to San Francisco and about business in general and had a short conversation in German, during which I thought Mr. Neumann glanced at me a few times.  We finished our meals and were waiting for dessert when Mr. Neumann finally addressed me.  He apologized for "boring" me and told me to move to his side of the booth.  I sat between him and the wall.  He told me he owned "a few" stores "here and there" and that he had several positions open.  Dessert came and when the waitress left, Mr. Neumann asked me if I would be interested in a part-time stocker position, rotating shift, four days a week.  I told him I'd be interested after school ended in June and we agreed that I'd come in Monday, June 19th at 8:00 sharp. 

And then he squeezed my thigh, more firmly than I expected, and added "Joe tells me you are a very good study."  He released, moved his hand up a little and squeezed again, "And that you take instruction well."  I told him I tried, and he moved his hand, "Sehr gut."

Mr. Neumann didn't come with us when we left [and I wouldn’t see him again until June 19th.]  I got in the car and pulled my jeans and briefs down and adjusted my coat to cover my partial nudity.  Joseph didn’t say anything, so I figured it was the right move with the close-quarters parking.

He drove out of the parking lot and put his hand on my leg and moved it up under my coat.  My dick started going stiff even before he started fondling it.

"Have you been to a peep show?"  He fondled my balls. I hadn't.  He rubbed my thigh and moved his hand away and lit a cigarette.  So...

a peep show?

The book store clerk knew him.  Joseph told me to look around for a minute.  I'd never been in an ABS and it was like Toyland for adults.  I watched Joseph and the clerk as they talked softly for a couple of minutes, the clerk glancing at me a couple of times and smiling as he said something.  Then Joseph bought ten dollars in tokens and gave the clerk another bill that went into the clerk's pocket.  I turned away, looking at the sex toys, and waiting for Joseph. 

A couple minutes later he put his hand on my shoulder, “Follow me.”

I followed him through a curtain and into the peeps: a darkened space with twenty open booths, two booth lists and the whirr of 8mm projectors.  These weren’t the small booths that became prevalent with video.  They were about three feet deep with a wall separating the entryway and the viewing area [sort of like an upside down, inverted ‘U’].

There were maybe 15 guys, ranging from 18 to 60-something, in the area: 3 at one booth list, 2 at the other and the rest cruising the aisles.  And there were more in the booths, of course.

A 40ish guy in leather pants and tank top came up and asked me if I wanted some “daddy dick” and, before I could say anything, Joseph said “He’s with me”.  Joseph led me through the short halls, and I got hit on a few more times.  Probably half of the booths were occupied and in a few of them the guy was standing against the back wall, casually stroking his cock [and in one the guy was almost naked, pants and shorts around his ankles], or motioning to me to come in, or both.  We stopped at booth 19 which was across from booth 20 and the furthest from the entry.  There was no film playing so Joseph assured there was no one in the booth and led me in.

Once inside he started the film, opened my jeans and shoved them and my briefs down to mid-thigh and roughly fondled and massaged my balls and hard dick.  He exposed his cock and pressed it together against mine and stroked both for a moment, until his was erect.  He turned me sidewise to him and felt and patted my ass as roughly as he’d done with my dick and balls.  Finally, he slapped my ass and told me, in a casual voice that could likely be heard in the corridor, “Right.  Now suck my cock.”

I knelt and took his hard cock into my mouth, worked it with my tongue and, just as he patted my head and said, “Good boy,” started sucking it.  I worked it slow, enjoying the feel of it filling my mouth and the lurid act of giving Joseph a blowjob where a couple dozen strangers could possibly hear or any one of them could come into the booth and see.

Joseph said “Yeah,” softly and a couple seconds later he withdrew from my mouth and maneuvered around to let someone else take his place.  The guy was slim, wearing a plaid shirt and jeans and he had around eight inches.  He pushed his jeans and briefs down and rubbed his hard, throbbing cock across my lips.  Joseph said, “Go ahead, suck the man off.” 

I opened my mouth and the guy pushed his cock in and nearly gagged me.  I grabbed it and started sucking it, moving my head to and fro, keeping hold of it so he didn’t choke me with it.  After a few minutes he clasped my head and started mouth-fucking me, steady for a few thrusts, then faster.  A couple of minutes of that and he blew his load into my mouth and down my throat.  He thanked Joseph and left.

Joseph patted my face with his cock, “There’ll be more,” he put a hand into my hair, “Suck.”

I took his cock back into my mouth and sucked, and licked, and when I started going faster, he slowed me down.   “Take your time,” he held my head and fucked my mouth in slow, easy thrusts, “Like that.”

A few minutes later he said, “You want some?”  I puzzled over it for a second, then realized someone had entered the booth.

This one was wearing a dark suit, was stocky and had a six inch plus/minus cock that was hard and already throbbing when I took it into my mouth.  I’d barely started—it literally couldn’t have been three minutes--when he shot his load.  He withdrew and offered Joseph a “Thanks” and scuttled out. 

I took Joseph’s cock back into my mouth and this time he started thrusting at a steadier pace.  Then faster, and he muttered “Just a few minutes” to someone wearing white slacks who I saw enter.  Joseph withdrew his cock, took a tube of lubricant out of his jacket and tapped my head, “Stand up and turn around.”   I stood and he turned me around and shoved my shirt up.  The guy mumbled “Nice.”  Joseph patted my ass, spread the cheeks and eased his lubed cock into me, gave me a few seconds, then started fucking me slowly.  White slacks said something, and Joseph said, “Oh yes.”  He reached around and grabbed my dick and started jerking me off roughly and started fucking me faster.

White slacks egged him on, “Fuck yeah, fuck that bitch.”

Fucking me faster.  I moaned as cum erupted from my cock.

“Fuck that sweet fuckin’ ass, man!   Fuckin’ hot little bitch-boy.”

Pounding my ass and Joseph shot his load into me, kept thrusting and cumming, ten, twelve strokes.  He wiped his hand over my belly, smearing my cum over me, then withdrew and switched places with white slacks.

White slacks pushed his slacks and shorts down and ground his hips against me, pressing his hard cock between my ass cheeks.  He put his left arm around me and fondled my cum-sticky cock, moved his hand up to my chest and brushed my nipple, then up to my shoulder.  He grasped his cock and teased at my asshole. It felt near the same thickness as Joseph’s, maybe even a little smaller.  He pinched my earlobe, “Yeah, you want that, eh?”

I said yes and he put his left hand over my mouth and slowly shoved his cock up my ass and started fucking me.  He kept a steady pace, moving his hand away from my mouth every couple of minutes to let me breathe normally, then covering it again.  He must have fucked me for ten minutes like this, then he muttered “Bitch,” and started power-fucking me.   He started cumming and pulled out and sprayed cum on my ass cheeks. 

He wiped at it with his fingers and pressed them between my lips, “Open your mouth.”  I did and he shoved his fingers in.  I sucked his cum off them and he did it twice more, wiping his cum off my ass and making me suck it off his fingers.

I barely heard him say “Nice, Joey” or “Nice one, Joey” before he left the booth and I wondered how many of the guys here knew Joseph.  I was fairly certain white slacks wasn’t the only one.

Joseph slapped my ass, “If the loop ends put a quarter in.  If anyone comes in, you’re waiting for someone, unless they tell you they know me.  I’ll just be a few minutes.”

There was no sense in asking where he was going.  He would probably have ignored the question.

Five minutes later [a long five minutes] someone touched my shoulder and I nearly jumped off the stool.

The guy in the leather pants and tank top smiled, “Jumpy, aren’t we?  Well, daddy’s here, honey.”  He put my hand on his hard cock and stroked it, “So let’s see what you can do with that.”

I looked down and almost dropped to my knees for him.   His cock was about seven inches and thicker than average and very appealing, and he close-cropped his pubes.  I told him I was waiting for someone and he leaned closer, “What if I don’t care who you’re waiting for?”

I felt a mix of fear and arousal.  He was average height and above average build.

And he smiled, “Joey told me I could help myself to your…” He felt my ass “…charms.  Keep you out of mischief til he comes back.”

I asked him if he wanted me to suck it and he shook his head, “I’ve got a better place for it.”  He pinched my ass, “Turn around and lean on the stool.”

He lubed my ass a little, held my shoulder and slowly entered me, took a few slow thrusts, then went to fucking me at a fairly quick pace.  He put his fingers in my mouth and I sucked and licked them.  “Mm, next time I’ll do both entries.”  He patted my ass, “Or did he tell me to specifically not indulge in fucking your cute little ass?”  He sped up.   “Damn…you want daddy’s cum?”  And faster.

I managed a ‘yes’.

“Good,” and he started ramming into me, “Cause you’re about to…get it…oh-yeah…”  He wrapped his arms around my hips and thrust into me hard and his jizz flooded my ass.   A couple more thrusts and he squeezed my dick and pulled out.  He patted my ass and said, “Sloppy seconds.”

I straightened up and turned around.

And must have gone pale on seeing the clerk standing there.  I immediately thought the LEAST of my problems would be getting kicked out.

Then I saw Joseph behind him and literally breathed a sigh of relief.

Leather daddy left the booth and the clerk exposed his semi-hard cock, “I don’t do Greek.  Joe says you give a decent blowjob.” 

His cock was around six inches and average thickness, and I treated it like gold.  I licked and kissed it to full erection, sucked and licked and kissed his low-hanging balls and finally took his cock into my mouth and proceeded to suck it.  I took my time with it, moving my tongue back and forth under it and sucking at the hard shaft while I moved my head to and fro.  Soon enough he started thrusting his hips forward and back, brushing at my hair.

Then he started moving faster, clutching my hair with both hands.

And faster still for a few seconds before he groaned and shot a tight, thick load into my mouth.

I licked and sucked it clean and the clerk thanked Joseph, then looked at me and added, “Bring him back sometime, Joe,” and left.

Joe took me to the restroom, where we cleaned up, and we left the store a little past nine.

In the car he opened the glove compartment and got a deodorant spray and cologne that he kept “for emergencies” and freshened us both up for the rest of the evening.

We went to another gay bar [the Blue something; we’ll just call it the Blue] set off in a little side street close to the darker side of downtown.  This was a midsized bar with a long counter, wall seating, a half dozen 4-seat tables, a jukebox, pool table and a small stage.  I guess it helps to know people, or be with the right people, because I didn’t get carded here either.

The crowd of probably around a hundred was mostly 40 and up with the few young men who were here almost all accompanying mature men.  On stage was one of the young men, slim and lithe, doing a strip-tease and, when we arrived, was shirtless and shoeless.  The two bartenders, one slim and one muscular, were equally shirtless.

We left our coats in the car.  Joseph ordered a gin-tonic and I went for my new friend, a Black Russian.  He told me that we were here primarily to introduce me to a few people.  We’d return another night for pleasure. 

I was halfway through my second drink when he decided to show me around.  He told me to finish my drink and when I had, and when he had ordered refills, he stood up, “Come along.”

He took me around the bar and introduced me to twenty-odd men, most of them around forty and a handful in the fifty-plus range.  Some of them were content with a handshake but more often than not their greeting included a grope or pat to my ass.  I’d be lying if I claimed I didn’t enjoy the latter attention.

When we returned to the counter another young man had taken the stage and was, somewhat clumsily, removing his slacks.

Joseph put his hand on my thigh, “Drink up”, and squeezed.  I drank half of the third Black Russian.  “Maybe we’ll get you up there some time.” He motioned to the stage.  I told him I don’t dance that well and he told me I didn’t have to.  “You just have to strip.”

Sometime between 11:30 and midnight one of the 40ish men Joseph had introduced me to came over and began a whispered conversation with Joseph.  I was finishing my fourth drink and feeling good.  They stepped away and I finished my drink and ordered another while they talked.

Joseph and his friend returned, and Joseph introduced him as Edward.  He was a little taller than Joseph and a bit heavier, with graying brown hair, a long face and wire-rim glasses.  I stood and shook hands and Edward fondled my ass.  Joseph said, “Next time, Eddie.” To me, he said “Take a walk with us.”

They escorted me into the restroom, Joseph’s hand on my ass, and Edward opened his jeans and produced his semi-hard cock.  It was around seven inches and slimmer than average.  Joseph breathed into my ear, “Just a blowjob” and I relaxed.  They guided me over near the sink and I knelt and stroked, licked and kissed Edward’s cock to full attention, then began sucking it.  Joseph kept his hand near my head, slowing me down sometimes.  He eventually exposed his hard-on and started jerking off.  Edward withdrew his cock and patted my cheeks with it, then started stroking it, holding my head back.  A couple of guys entered the restroom and stopped to watch.  Joseph whispered “Fuck” and pressed his cock against my cheek as the first small load of cum erupted from it.  I closed my eyes.  Edward turned my face toward him and unloaded a big load of cum across my cheeks and lips.  He rubbed his cock through it, still spurting jizz.  When they’d done, I licked and sucked both of their cocks clean.  The two strangers asked if they could have next, but Joseph told them, as was his wont, “Maybe next time.”

Afterward Joseph and I finished our drinks and he drove me, with my jeans and briefs around my knees, home, keeping my dick hard the entire way. 

Uncle Mitch came to the door as we pulled up and waited, watching through the screen.  I rearranged my clothes, drunk and amused, and Joseph gave my dick another squeeze and asked for my phone number.  I gave it to him and ran across the street, already anticipating the next time we’d get together.

Uncle Mitch, who was wearing his bathrobe and slippers, smiled when I told him I’d had “a few”, and told me “You’re still on your feet and intelligible, so get showered and come to the living room.”  The late horror movie started in half an hour and we both had room for a nightcap, and what was I drinking?

I nodded off halfway through the movie and halfway through a tall White Russian and woke up in my bed, naked, the next morning.

I couldn’t say I really liked Joseph, but I didn’t dislike him, and I surely did enjoy his company and my adventures with him.

And was looking forward to more.