Real Estate Pleasures

Gavin's thriving agency had grown increasing busy, gaining recognition and attracting numerous high profile sales. He needed an extra agent to help take on the load, and so he found himself leafing through the resumes of potential candidates.

He felt excited about the prospect of interviewing Carl. He'd heard good things about him from mutual acquaintances. Their interview was set for five o'clock, a nice way to end the day.  

Carl arrived punctually. Dressed sharply in a navy suit, polished shoes, and crisp white shirt, Gavin immediately sensed that there would be a connection between them. His first impression of Carl didn't disappoint - charming, articulate, and ready to please. He appeared in his late twenties, maybe five years younger than Gavin.

They found themselves seated within the enclosed space of Gavin's office.  

"I see you've got experience in these suburbs" said Gavin as he glanced down at Carl's resume.

"I grew up here and I've worked around these parts since college. I know the area well" replied Carl.

Then a specific entry in the resume caught Gavin's eye, drawing a smile across his face. 

"You were with Nicholas at Hudson's for over a year. How did that go?"

"It was great, I learned a lot from him"  

“I bet you did!!!” Gavin began, his eyes twinkling with mischief, his mind wandering to his last encounter with Nick. Then he realized how inappropriate such a remark was, and he tried to justify his outburst:
"Well, he's a great agent - I've got a lot of respect for him."  

He let his gaze linger upon Carl's strong jawline, defined shoulders, and the chest hair peeping up through the top of his unbuttoned shirt. It made sense now why others had said Carl was attractive. The way his dark hair swept back from his broad forehead added charm to his already striking appearance. 

Carl noticed Gavin looking intently at him but didn't say anything about it. Instead, he shifted in his seat slightly, adjusting his trousers which brushed against his crotch area ever so often due to slight movements.
Gavin tried to regain control of his wandering thoughts.

"Well, Carl.....," he began.  "...your experience is impressive, you'd be a good fit here"

Carl nodded modestly, feeling proud of his accomplishments.
Their conversation continued to flow easily as they discussed the latest news on the local market. Carl's skills were obvious, he was perfect for the role.

Gavin had a spontaneous nature, particularly when faced with decisions that required action. He found no reason to delay or hesitate. His mindset was simple - if something seemed right at that moment, why wait?

"Carl, I know this is sudden, but I'd like to offer you the position now" he announced.

“Oh, that’s fantastic! Thank you so much, Gavin!  You really think I'll fit in here?” asked Carl tentatively.

“Absolutely,” said Gavin confidently.  

“Then yes, definitely, I accept!” agreed Carl enthusiastically.

Both men rose from their seats, their eyes meeting with a mixture of warmth and respect. They extended their arms towards one another, grasping firmly onto each other's handshake.  
With the agreement reached, Carl's excitement was palpable, and as he looked around Gavin's office, his admiration was clear. His eyes roamed along the walls adorned with photos of successful deals, showcasing the prestige of the company.  

"I'm about to finish up and grab a drink across the road. Your new colleagues will be there. You wanna join us?"
"I'd like that" replied Carl.

Gavin wrapped up everything quickly, turning off the lights and setting the alarm.   As he went about his tasks, Carl waited by the door, seemingly eager to leave.

"Right, we're done. Let's go. We usually go to The Exchange, do you know it?
"I think so, but I'm not a regular" replied Carl.
"You are now!" joked Gavin.

They walked together toward the bar, and as they stepped inside, Gavin's eyes were drawn towards Ollie and Patrick seated together at a table near the large window. Ollie raised his eyebrows in surprise, but without missing a beat, waved them over. Patrick gave a cheery grin as he stood up to greet Carl.
"Guys, meet your new colleague, this is Carl"
"Welcome aboard!" said Patrick extending his hand.
"Thanks," responded Carl, shaking hands with Patrick and Ollie energetically.

Over drinks their conversation flowed easily, with laughter filling the air.  
When Carl headed over to the bar it gave the others a chance to speak openly.

"I really like him, I think we're going to get on well" said Ollie.
"Yeah, he's cool. I think he'll be great" joined in Patrick.  
Gavin smiled widely, he knew he'd made the right decision.  

When Carl returned to the table with fresh drinks, all eyes turned towards him, appreciating his tall figure clad in his slim fit suit and an unbuttoned shirt, accentuating his broad torso.
 They sipped at their drinks, and continued their conversation for some minutes.

"Guys, I think we're going to call it a night" said Patrick abruptly, glancing at Ollie.
"I guess so. We've got an early start tomorrow, the new listing on Norfolk Road"  explained Ollie.
"Put on a good show for us!" encouraged Gavin.
"Will do boss!" replied Patrick, raising his empty glass in salute.

With that, they said their goodbyes to Gavin and Carl.  
Once outside, Ollie grabbed Patrick's arm, squeezing it gently before letting go. They started walking side-by-side, heading away from the noise of the pub.  

"So what do you really think of Carl?" whispered Ollie quietly, leaning closer to Patrick.  
"Hot, isn't he?" replied Patrick, smiling playfully. "Not bad, huh?"
"That's for sure." acknowledged Ollie, running his fingers through his fair hair. "You think Gavin's got special plans for him?"
"Wouldn't surprise me" smiled Patrick " You know what a horny dog he is!"

Back inside the bar, Gavin moved closer across the table towards Carl.                                          Carl was aware of the tension building between them – he could feel it too. It felt as though they both wanted more, as their eyes locked. There were pauses in their conversation, as if they were both thinking of something else, something they didn't dare reveal to each other.

And then Gavin thought to himself; "Just go for it!"
In that moment, without a word, Gavin reached out and gently laid his palm on Carl's thigh. His gaze never wavered; instead, it held an unspoken question. He wanted to know if Carl found this gesture unwelcome.  

A faint smile graced Carl's features as he placed his own hand over Gavin's.

"Whatcha you thinking, Boss?"
"Let's go back to the office" suggested Gavin with a sly look on his face.  

Carl agreed and in what felt like a blink of an eye, they returned to the sanctum of Gavin’s office. 

Once inside Carl made the first move by swiftly pulling down Gavin's zip. 
With an air of confidence, he guided his hand towards Gavin's cock. He carefully pulled back the foreskin, revealing the shiny head beneath. His touch was gentle yet firm, showing both control and sensuality. As he continued to stroke and caress the glans, the atmosphere between them grew increasingly charged with desire. 

Gavin groaned, giving into his desires fully.

Carl began slowly loosening the buttons of his crisp white shirt, one after another. The fabric parted ways, revealing the contours of his chest and abdomen.  Dark hairs covered the expanse of his broad chest, like a forest, creating a rugged yet alluring appearance.

Gavin grabbed hold of Carl's hips, pulling him even closer. He kissed him deeply. Carl returned the intensity, thrusting his tongue into Gavin's mouth. 
Unzipping Carl's pants, Gavin released his rigid cock from its restraints. It sprang forward powerfully, gleaming wet with pre cum. With an unwavering grip, Carl firmly grasped Gavin's head, guiding him down towards his cock. Gavin carefully positioned Carl's cock between his lips, allowing it to gently touch his tongue as he closed his mouth around it. 
Each stroke, lick, and touch only heightened their arousal.  

Then Gavin took charge, pushing Carl down onto the sofa, onto his back and straddled him. Placing his hands on either side of Carl's face, he moved closer, staring deep into those captivating eyes.  
Gavin's hand roamed lightly over his chest, his fingers traced patterns across his bare skin, leaving trails wherever they touched. He then ventured lower, drawing imaginary lines downwards towards Carl's belly button until finally reaching the waistline of his trousers. 

Teasingly, he pulled the band down, over the tower of his cock, just enough to expose the remaining bulge of Carl's balls, held captive by the tight fabric encasing them. 
Groaning slightly, Carl pushed impatiently at his clothes, yearning for release. Gavin obliged by yanking down his boxers, exposing his neatly trimmed crotch. His wet erection protruded proudly, begging for more attention. 
Gavin marveled at how magnificent it was; impressively proportioned yet still soft to the touch. His hand curled possessively around his shaft, caressing it tenderly.  

Feeling brave under the spell cast by Gavin's stare, Carl leaned in close, and as Gavin rose his hips upwards he took his cock into his mouth. His talented tongue swirled around the sensitive tip, causing involuntary gasps from Gavin. Each passing second saw him becoming increasingly harder, making Carl work faster.

Gavin reached up to his neckline and undid the buttons that held his shirt together. As he pulled the garment apart, revealing his tanned smooth torso. As Carl's movements grew rhythmic, his thumbs worked deep into Gavin's briefs and pressed hard against Gavin's perineum, sending pleasure throughout his body. 
Every time Carl paused to take a breath, he would suckle the tip of Gavin's cock forcefully, eliciting a muffled cry from the powerful executive. He shifted his weight onto his knees and plunged deeper into Carl's mouth, taking control.

Gavin explored Carl's body, finding satisfaction in each sensation as his fingertips explored his muscles. Carl focused on satisfying Gavin further, bringing his mouth back onto Gavin's cock, alternately applying pressure and releasing it again.  
The friction created from these techniques sent electricity through Gavin. The heat from Carl's mouth seemed to radiate directly into him.  
He began to lose control - his primal instincts took over, urging him to push deeper into Carl's mouth. His breaths quickened, coming in short bursts as he fought against his rising desire.
Seeing Gavin approaching his limit, Carl decided to switch things up.

Gripping Gavin's hips firmly, he pushed him gently away, giving himself a chance to remove his trousers and boxers. Gavin stood and helped him, and then teared down his own.   He helped Carl to lay back on the couch, positioning himself between his legs.

His wet fingers rubbed Carl's ass, ensuring that every part received a good amount of saliva.  
With careful movements, he carefully pushed one finger, then two, inside Carl. The feeling of being slowly penetrated by his boss became increasingly intense. His breathing grew heavier as his body responded to the sensations that coursed through him.

Once Gavin was certain that Carl was used to the sensation, without losing momentum, he aligned the tip of his cock with his ass. He looked down at it's swollen head, glistening with saliva. He paused briefly, allowing Carl to catch his breath, before pressing into him slightly.
Despite being a little hesitant, Carl gradually accepted his advance, surrendering completely. 

A slow push from Gavin caused waves of exhilaration.
Focusing intently, Carl maintained his grip on Gavin's hip, guiding him along the way. Gavin threw his head back, feeling the power surging through him. He couldn't help but admire Carl's strength.
Each push drew him deeper into Carl's embrace, intensifying every sensation tenfold.

Gavin lifted Carl and spread his cheeks wide, opening him up entirely. Gavin bit his lip, unable to suppress a low growl of approval.  
Breathless and hot, he suddenly paused. 
Looking into Carl's eyes, he asked, "Is this okay?".   Carl nodded.

Gavin's cock became totally lost in Carl, and then slowly he withdrew it's length, before sliding back into him. As the tempo increased, so did the intensity of the pleasure. With every forceful penetration, he become increasingly lost in the sensations emanating from within Carl's body. 
Each strike had Carl grinding his teeth, clenching his jaw with effort. 

Gavin's dominant role showed no signs of stopping. 

With renewed vigor, he lifted Carl further off the sofa, their bodies entwined, every brush of skin ignited sparks of excitement within them. 
Carl wrapped his arms around Gavin, pulling him closer, seeking even greater physical connection. He ran his hands over Gavin's hair, reveling in the texture beneath his fingers. Gavin's beard grazed his face  – the scruff scratching his skin.

He felt Gavin's strength, the sheer size of him filling him up.    

Nothing could compare to this – having a strong, confident boss taking him in such a vulnerable state. This feeling of submission gave him an incredible thrill. He  allowed a stream of saliva to drip from Gavin into his own open mouth, feeling completely used and hot as hell.
With both hands he rubbed Gavin's nipples, teasing them playfully. Gavin groaned, arching his back, trying to find a new angle for comfort.  
 

Gavin had a huge appetite for sex, and at that moment, as he gazed down on Carl, he'd never felt so lucky. He shifted his gaze, and fixed his eyes on his own cock, and watched it pump into Carl's tight ass. The sensation of pleasure coursing through his body was overwhelming.

As his passion consumed him, his movements grew increasingly frenzied. His hips bucked, seemingly out of his control.   The concentration in his eyes intensified as he continued his relentless invasion, leaving Carl breathless. 

As he reached his peak, he grasped Carl tightly, anchoring himself during his powerful release. His body trembled and he cried out hoarsely. Carl felt the sensation of Gavin's cum pumped deep within his body, evoking feelings of pleasure and satisfaction. 

Gavin was utterly consumed, overcome by his orgasm. Sweat formed on his brow, rolling down the contours of his masculine form. His heart raced inside his chest, echoing through his entire frame. He found himself struggling to breathe as the world turned upside-down around him.    

Embracing each other, they fell limply into the sofa. Carl nestled his head in the crook of Gavin's shoulder, content to simply lie there and absorb the warmth of the moment. 
Gavin placed gentle kisses over Carl's face.

"What do you think?" Gavin said, breaking the silence.
"About...?" Carl replied curiously.
"You know..." Gavin hinted suggestively.

Carl blushed, his heart racing in anticipation. He looked down at his own hard cock.
"We're not done yet"
Gavin smiled devilishly.

He rolled over, placing his fingers along Carl's inner thigh, eventually reaching his prize.
It stood tall and eager, pointing straight ahead. Without pause, Gavin cradled Carl's balls with his free hand, massaging them, stimulating them without cease.

Gasping, Carl bucked wildly against Gavin's expert manipulation.  
Each movement, each stroke, brought them closer to the edge.  
Carl squeezed Gavin's shoulders, signaling his readiness. 
Their gaze locked on each other’s eyes.  

Carl released his seed, shooting out strings of cum that spurted upwards towards his neck, the strains of white fluid entangled with his chest hairs.
His whole body shook violently from the intensity of the climax. 

In between heavy breaths, Gavin broke the silence first. “I never expected tonight to end like this.”
“Neither did I,” Carl admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.
They embraced each other in the quiet aftermath, enjoying the lingering warmth that surrounded them.  

"I forgot to ask..." begun Gavin "... when can you start work?!"

They both broke out in infectious laughter, both looking forward to a long and enjoyable relationship.