3 comments/ 9906 views/ 9 favorites Winter in New York - A Week in Seat By: fadedgiant Those wanting explosive sex with massive cocks in the opening paragraphs, this story will be a disappointment. If you like a story that builds a relationship before the ultimate plunge into sex, this story will not be a disappointment. This is a work of fantasy. The author retains all copyrights Winter in New York - A Week in Seattle Winter winds howled out of the north. My bedroom is on the north side of the house and taking the brunt of the storm. Trying to look out a window, all I saw was snow horizontally blown. I was glad that in my planning and design, I insisted on above code insulation throughout. I felt the warmth of the furnace as it forced air throughout the cabin. I wanted a wood-burning stove but new building codes would have added a couple thousand to construction costs; a retrofit is much less and in the budget for next fall. I live alone after many years of marriage, 42 to be exact. We drifted apart after the kids grew and left home. One day I came home from a twelve hour long eight-hour day exhausted and stressed, knowing in my mind that something had to give. Age 62, working more hours than most of the staff and spinning my wheels was not what I expected after finishing years of doctoral study, writing a thesis on improving worker motivation, seeing it implemented throughout our entire global industry, and receiving no additional royalty payments - since I'm an employee. Fortunately, I did not turn over the copyright. This night, I snapped, told my wife good-bye, packed a few things and left. I emailed my resignation effective immediately and withdrew permission to use my copyrighted procedures. I knew they had to continue using them and forced to pay me handsomely to consult, on my terms not theirs. Months later I'm divorced, moved across country to a winter wonderland, and receiving huge royalties from my former employer and consulting on employee motivation in several countries. I'm working on my terms, have extended time off throughout the year and generally, my commute to work is bedroom, to coffee pot, to kitchen table where my laptop sits. Working twelve-hour days for my ex-company, I earned less than $150,000.00. Now I am earning seven figures working in my underwear and taking consulting trips eight to ten times a year, at their expense. One such trip was coming up and I was anxious to go because I would be staying with a life long friend for a week. He had many plans for things to do while visiting and I wanted to curb his enthusiasm so we could spend time recapturing some of our youth in ways that didn't include crowded bars and pulse shattering loud music. I gave him all the flight information and began packing for the trip. I am not a "suit," rather I am business slacks and knit golf shirts. Each business in which I consult knows my professionalism comes from years of research not from Hart, Shaffner & Marx. I pack a carry on with enough to wear and I am not ashamed to wash clothes when they need. My taxi arrived on time. I use the same taxi company and request the same driver each trip. The driver, Ted, and I get along well, Ted knowing that the $12.00 charge nets him a $20.00 dollar tip because of his timeliness. Even better, he is good company on the drive. Leaving from Northern Tier airports in winter is always an adventure. Fortunately, the storm of a few days ago only delayed movement for a couple days; leaving today was sure to be on time. Nice thing about airports in northern states, they are small and the TSA people are usually your neighbors or people you see often. Movement through the secure gates is a snap even when inspectors are overseeing operations. The only down side of small airports is that the aircraft operating into out of are small commuter jets that I've heard called Barbie Fun Jets. I connected to a non-stop in New York and had a first class ticket to Seattle. David, my schoolmate, would meet me there. David and I have known each other since we were young teens of 13. Middle school and high school years went by quickly because of our close friendship. We stayed in touch by telephone and letter writing over the years, then with computer meditated communication and the cell phone, we stayed in closer contact. Several years ago, David told me he was homosexual. He said it in a whisper as though not saying it aloud meant he wasn't. I forced him to tell me openly and in normal speaking voice because we were not going to start having secrets between us. David and I played high school football for our hometown school. I reminded him that we know each other's bodied by sight from all the after practice showers we took then and being gay was not a friendship breaker. David is the same age as I, about the same height and physical build. We dated girls who were the cheerleader type - well they were cheerleaders. We were the kiss and tell type of guys although we didn't brag all over the school, we just bragged between ourselves. Did I believe his stories of conquest? Yes, is the simple answer and more detailed, we were often in the same room conquering at the same time if our dates were willing. He is handsome, even in my eye, he is attractive somewhat rugged. He has as many women friends as men friends and won't ignore giving a woman a good time even though he is no longer sexually attracted to them. Since my divorce, I have been mostly alone, avoiding relationships. From time to time, I will have an affair but never long term. Now, seeing David this trip and staying with him, I am considering having a long personal talk with him to discover what gay sex is like, tell him I'm curious. That will probably shock him. I wasn't going into this blindly, mind you. I am a researcher, educated in research methods, unafraid to ask questions, unafraid to seek answers. I spent several months studying male anatomy, examining myself, and using toys to learn if I liked having my anus penetrated. After all the research and self-examination, I knew that being a bottom was something I wanted to try. This trip, this week with David, was the time I decided to take on the challenge of seducing my best friend. The arrival at SEA-TAC was just a little late due to strong head winds over the Midwest. We had to climb out of the winds, over them, or fight buffeting turbulence. A little late is worth a comfortable ride. On deplaning, I made sure to thank the crew for choosing the more comfortable path, I believe it is important to let people know when I appreciate their efforts. I passed through the security zone and into the main building. Standing off to the side was David with a broad smile on his face. "Martin! You old butt hole! Over here." He still had not given up his old high school nickname for me and before this week was over, I hoped it had a new meaning. I guess old high school nick names don't die as I responded, "You old cock bite, why don't you have a drink wait for me?" I grabbed David in a tight manly hug that old friends share. "Drink is on the table inside." He pulled me into the bar and sat me down to a glass of 25 year-old single-malt Scotch. At airport prices, that two-ounce drink must have cost a couple paychecks. He had one also. "I was paying attention to the weather, heard you were routed above some bad wind, actually expected you to be a bit later," he raised his glass and took a sip. "The flight crew was great, took us over the top then pushed the throttles to make up time. I had to tell them how much I appreciated it." I took my glass and sipped the Scotch letting it rest on my tongue so I could enjoy the full flavor. I locked eyes with David, "I'm glad we'll have this week together. There are some things I want to share with you." I did not want to get into any detail after just five minutes. "The night is young, what's the plan." "First, get you back to my apartment, settled, showered and relaxed from the flight, then off to ClancyÕs. It is that Irish brewpub in an old morgue, supposed to be haunted. ItÕs been on a couple of those ghost shows. After that, a late dinner in a restaurant that serves great seafood." "I have a client meeting at one tomorrow afternoon, what's your work schedule?" David surprised me by say he cleared his schedule to spend as much time with me as he could. A crazy thought crossed my mind, was he trying to seduce me, as I want to do him? Were our old high school nicknames something of a premonition? We through down our drinks and headed for his car. His car was not transportation, it was a beautifully restored 1966 Boss 302 Mustang. The paint job must have cost thousands; it was a deep metal-flake blue, almost 3D. The interior was blue leather in the typical 60's era tuck and roll. I was in awe, but my high school attitude forced me to, "Why don't you have a real car instead of this piece of shit?" "Piece of shit! My ass! I'll break your fucking neck shifting into second." I stowed my bags in the back seat, but before getting in I could not hold back, "I'm glad youÕre here and happy that were friends all these years later. Thank you, David." I felt my emotion and I think David felt it too. We had to creep out of the parking garage and down the airport access road. When we hit the open road, David didn't break my neck but whiplash was a high probability, zero to slow the fuck down in five seconds. "My apartment is in the old warehouse district, most are converted to apartments and condos. Most folks think the neighborhood is gay but the population is many people who work downtown, old hippies gone mainstream trying to get back their youth, and a bunch of gay folks. There are a lot of quaint shops, pubs, and even a neighborhood grocery." "I guess you fit the population statistic, gay, old hippy gone main stream who works downtown." I reached across the center console resting me hand on his forearm, this time in a less manly way that I hoped David interpreted. His free hand reached across and rested on mine. I felt he sensed it. David took his eyes off the road for a brief moment, looked into my eyes. He must have seen what I was feeling. "Martin, are we connecting on a new level? I'm beginning to sense what you want to talk about, Martin. Spill it." "David, I'm curious. I want to explore my curiosity with someone I know, trust, and have deep feelings for. I'm not playing you; I want to feel the bliss you feel with another guy. This is not a high school date with a cheerleader. This is David and Martin." David put his free hand back on the steering wheel; I removed my hand from his arm. There was only the sound of tires on the road. "Martin," David broke the silence, "did you come here to try to seduce me as part of your curiosity?" I nodded yes. "Martin, my plan was to seduce you. I've had feelings for you since high school. I wanted this week to end with you in my bed. Does this mean that the week may start with you in my bed?" Again, I nodded yes. The rest of the ride was full of joking and laughing about antics that got us into a lot of trouble in school. By the time we reached David's apartment, we were howling over our stupidity. Entering the building, we encountered some of David's neighbors and shared introductions. David's apartment was a fifth floor apartment of probably 1,800 square feet. There ware two bedrooms and two baths on opposite ends divided by warehouse style openness. David placed furniture strategically to break the openness into smaller comfort zones. Most of the apartment was industrial in its decorating but an eye to comfort and relaxation was evident. The ice was broken in the car and David steered me to the master suite. The master was not at all like the main living area; it was in a soft pallet of colors and carefully selected pieces hanging on walls. This was a man's bedroom for a man who enjoyed many comforts. There was a master bath with a deep whirlpool tub, separate shower, heated towel bar, double sink, and French toilet. David pulled me into him, threw his arms around me and whispered, "I hope you enjoy this week." Not missing the moment, I whispered in return, "I will." I ended the sentence with a chaste kiss on David's lips. Pulling away, I reminded David of the shower he promised, the bar he promised, and the dinner he promised. "... and afterward, we'll just see what happens." David had done well for himself over the years, his small shipping business grew into a global market place. He usually had at least two cargo ships loaded, loading, or unloading somewhere in the world. He did not own the boats but his inventory kept at least two busy year round. We shared many tactics together that helped make both our businesses successful. This was no high school locker room but I began stripping of my clothes as we continued to talk. Finally naked, I felt David's eyes scanning my body. For effect, I raised my arms toward the ceiling, stretching. "I'm still tight from the flight." Then I bent at the waist to stretch my legs, arched my back. I think David was having problems with his pants as he had to maneuver and adjust. I turned into the master bath, walked into the shower and let the hot spray sooth tight muscles from the flight. I noticed David keeping an eye on me and did my best to entice him. I paid careful attention to washing my cock, stroking it a couple times, then being very careful to wash my ass with a lot of attention to my sphincter, using my finger to probe and clean. "Martin, don't make me come in there and help you." Clean, dried, and very refreshed, I returned to the bedroom where David still sat watching me. I grabbed some fresh slacks and slipped them over my legs, no underwear, took out a fresh button down shirt slipping it over my naked chest, I buttoned it and tucked it into my pants. Socks and shoes on, I grabbed a light blazer, "Lets go cock bite, I ain't no cheap date." ClancyÕs was not far but we hailed a cab against the cold Seattle night. The building was an impressive old brick and mortar four-story building. It was easy to tell that only the pub occupied the building, as all the floors above ground level were dark. On one side, I could just make out what remained of the mortuary sign painted onto the brick. On the inside, the pub was clearly Irish. I almost expected to see a leprechaun pranking patrons. However, in a place alleged to be haunted, leprechauns were probably not welcome. This being a weeknight, few people were there. The capacity of the pub must have been three hundred and there were fewer than a hundred hanging out tonight. "David! Hi David," a flirtatious blonde called out. I turned to from where the voice came to see a young woman probably mid to late twenties. She was knockout gorgeous, petite, cheerleader type we dated in high school. Her name badge read Nicole. This hot bundle of woman embraced David as though they were lovers, the kiss she gave, and David returned was intimate. "Nickie, you're a doll. Won't you get into trouble with hugs and kisses like that?" David seemed to be teasing her. "Not when I'm hugging and kissing my sweet David. Who is the lovely man you're with tonight? Are you going to introduce me? Is he available?" "Nickie, this is Martin. We have known each other since middle school. The short story is he is here consulting, and he has a daughter about your age." Turing to me, David finished the introduction. "Martin, this is Nicole, and she is a cheerleader. Some things never change." Nickie, hugged me almost as intimately and gave me sweet kiss. We went to a table Nickie pointed to and sat. "She is a hot little bundle, David. How did you get to know her? By the way, she didn't get our order." "She knows my order and it will be here shortly. I've known her since she was 12. Her mother and I dated for a while before I admitted being gay. I love Nickie like a daughter, and she has always had a crush on me, I let her live her fantasy when I can. Before we leave tonight, she'll have a pet name for you and will remember you for life." Nickie brought our beers, and shots. "Martin, I think I recognize you from somewhere. I'll figure it out before you leave. Are you and David together?" Her question was an obvious reference to being gay. "Nickie, we have a long history together. Lets say I'm curious." I waited for a reply but only got a pout. "Enjoy your beers. I'm going to figure out why Martin is familiar." David gazed at me for a few moments, lifted his beer, and took a big gulp. "That was a real gutsy statement to someone you just met. I hope I satisfy that curiosity." I paused before answering by also taking a long pull on the beer. "You and Nickie obviously love each other, she seems content that you are gay and content that I'm with you. I am with you and I do believe you will satisfy. Besides, I know what you're packing and how well you use it. I just don't have first person knowledge, yet." I took another long drink of the beer then threw back the shot. David held his gaze on me for a bit longer then took a long drink of beer and his shot. "Well, I accept your challenge, I better not get drunk since there could be performance issues." We both laughed and the conversation became more general about life events, work, and living in general. Nickie came bounding to the table carrying a book. "I knew you were familiar Martin. You wrote this book I'm reading. Your photo is on the dust cover. I cannot believe I got to hug and kiss you. I'm so excited." Her enthusiasm impressed me."Nickie, what is a lovely, vivacious girl like you doing with a book by a crusty old guy like me? That subject is a bit deep isn't it?" "Oh Doctor Martin I love reading it. I love the history behind how your employer basically screwed you out of compensation and how you ultimately won the day. I'm studying motivation in college. Oh, Doctor Martin, could you come to one of my classes? That would be a highlight." Nickie was squirming like an excited teenager about to go on a date with the team captain. "Call David with your class schedule, sweetheart. I'll make time." Nickie's excitement rebounded and escalated. "Oh, Doctor Martin, you will?" I got another Nickie hug and kiss. "My professor will not believe that you're coming to class as my guest. He'll explode." "I guess my pet name is a formal Doctor Martin." David acknowledged the truth and acknowledged that I called her sweetheart. "She is very much like my daughter who is also a real sweetheart. Going to Nickie's class will be fun." After another round of beers and shots, David suggested we do dinner. I reminded Nicole to call David with her class schedule and I would visit. Nickie hugged and kissed us as we left and I noticed David slip her a tip quickly. Outside, David told me the wait staff has to share tips and he always makes sure Nickie gets what she is worth in a tip. Grabbing another cab, we headed to the wharf district for fresh seafood. The sign on the restaurant was a name I recognized as having a four-star rating. However, looks deceive, this place looked like a dive from the outside. However, once inside it was clear this was not anything less than immaculately appointed. "David and Martin, right on time," the head waiter said as we walked in. "Follow me to your table, all is prepared to your order." "David, is there anyone in town you don't know," I asked with a chuckle. "I know who is important to know. The headwaiter is more important than the owner is, Nickie is more important than the bartender is. In my work, the people doing the work are the ones who get things done. I learned that from someone I know." David was being a bit smug because in my line of work I have to know the boss and owner to help them realize that they are nothing without workers getting things done. "I should say something like fuck you but you'd probably take me literally. Nevertheless, you are right, in your line, workers get things done. I want to make sure the owner knows it." Winter in New York - A Week in Seat We received an escort to highly decorated table with the headwaiter commenting, "Martin, you'll find that David makes sure the boss knows who makes business work. When David first came here, we could barely hold two stars, had high turn over, and a lot of dissatisfaction. We invested in people first then invested in the business. We became the dining destination of the rich and famous. Without David and your book, well you get the picture." "Martin, this is Sol," David formerly introduced us. "Sol has been here since opening day. He works the floor rather than the office. He likes being close to his employees, listening to them, learning from them. He is the owner you want owners to be." I took Sol's hand and shook it with gusto. "Sol, we will have to talk more personally. I am updating my research and want to include material from owners. Will you let me spend a couple hours with you and any staff you want to attend?" "We close for training every Thursday. The entire staff is here and you might want to hear from the chef and cooking staff, wait staff, and business office staff. Everybody has input." I marked it on my calendar. The dinner was splendid consisting of crisp green salad, onion soup, followed by fresh Alaskan king crab. Each course came with a wine that complemented the food, after dinner was coffee followed by a brandy. The meal was not heavy, properly proportioned to satisfy. David made sure to thank and tip each person who served us. As we left, Sol reminded me of our Thursday meeting, "Martin, we'll be seeing you Thursday, yes?" His European style question was as much a statement as question. "Sol, I'll be here with an open mic, blank notebook, and fresh pen." Sol had anticipated our departure as a taxi was at the curb with address already given. Riding back to DavidÕs apartment was less than 15 minutes and I busied myself making notes about Nickie's class and Sol's invitation. "Constantly working Martin? No time for your host?" David's tone was not angry, as he was probably the same way. Business happens when least expected. "David, there'll be time aplenty, I'll assure you that. It may be clumsy at first from lack of experience, yet you'll have my complete attention, and I yours, I hope." I placed my hand on his leg nearest me and let my palm slide up his thigh until almost contacting his crotch. There I gave a little squeeze and a tickle. "You could have me enjoying clumsy. What other ways are you clumsy?" I felt a strong stirring in his crotch, slid my palm higher to cup his expanding penis. "We'll get to the bottom of my clumsiness if you think you can top the night we've already had." The reference to bottom and top were not lost on David as I felt him place his palm on my leg to begin his foreplay with me. "Martin, we not going to fuck cheerleaders tonight are we?" I gasped, "No, tonight we start a new book." The taxi slowed to a stop at the door of David's building. With the fare paid, David and I strolled into a waiting elevator, it was empty, and as the doors closed, we embraced to share a passionate kiss. Those years past when we watched each other getting lucky with one cheerleader or another dissolved into a vanished memory. Only now, this moment, existed, I was giving into my curiosity, giving up my past straight life for a new beginning. The elevator shuddered to a stop on David's floor and our embrace shuddered to a stop as well. During the ride, David was pressing himself into me as I pressed into him. I felt his hardening cock against me, as I knew he felt mine. Seeing his hard cock, he seeing mine was nothing new considering how many times we had sexual conquests over one girl or another. Yet, tonight we were seeing each other getting aroused because of each other. The few feet from the elevator to his apartment might well have been a couple football fields length. I wanted to continue the embrace and bring it to its ultimate sexual embrace. David barely closed the door behind us before we locked in another embrace. Neither of knew who initiated the embrace but it was clear that we both wanted it. I reached behind David to cup his ass and pull him into me. I was acting like a schoolboy on prom night knowing I was going to have hot sex, not with the girl of my dreams but the boy of my dreams. David escalated the pressure by grabbing my ass and drawing me tightly against him. "Martin, undress for me. Not a locker room stud, be a man craving another man. Let me know what you want." Breathless, I replied, "I want you, in my mouth, in my anus. I want to feel the bliss you gave all those girls then, I want to experience you." Slowly I slipped my sport coat off, tossing it across the room, then my shirt. I bent at the waist to undo my shoes, remove them and my socks. I dropped my pants and kicked out of them. I stood before David stripped and sporting a hard on. I stepped back toward David, reached out to begin removing his clothing. His coat, shirt, shoes and socks in the same order. However, I went to my knees to remove his pants. As soon as his cock came into view, I took it in hand and guided it to my mouth. "My first blow job David and I want it." I opened my mouth, stuck out my tongue to lick at the clear liquid man lube that appeared at the tip. Then I licked around his head, down the shaft one side, up the shaft the other side. It tasted good and felt good. After several long licks, I surrendered my mouth to his shaft taking inch by inch until I could take no more. I looked up into David's eyes to see him looking back at me. I saw satisfaction and want in his eyes. I saw our teen years flash in front of me through his eyes. I saw passion, lust, and maybe love in his eyes. If I was reading his eyes correctly, I hoped he was seeing the same. I picked up the pace of my mouth on his cock; I wanted to taste his tang feeling his cum hitting my mouth. "Martin, dear Martin!" David was gasping as he was apparently getting close to the orgasm I wanted him to have. There was no denying what was to be the next experience. "Martin, I have to cum." I increased my tongue swipes across his head as I held him firmly in my mouth. I tried to suck him like a straw, then he quivered and shock as he jetted several long blasts into my mouth before the pulsing subsided. I was able to take it all, none leaking from between my lips; my mouth was full of the nectar of man. After several seconds, I released his cock from my mouth, raised my head to show him what he did to me. Then I closed my mouth and swallowed. David came to his knees and kissed me hard, his tongue trying to dual with mine. I think he was trying to wipe the remainder of his essence from my mouth. I was surprised, David was still hard, and he was trying to thrust into me. I knew this was my cue to present myself to him. Present the raging stallion his reward. "David, its time, take me." From nowhere came a tube of lube that David used to prepare me, he applied some to himself. I felt his shaft at my sphincter, felt him begin to push, felt that strong anal muscle relax, then with complete abandon, I pushed back on his cock to the hilt. "Oh fuck! That's nice. Do it, David, now!" David withdrew and gave a hardy push that I matched. We were driving ourselves into each other with no desire to slow down, we wanted to fuck. This was no unfeeling dildo in my ass, it was a real feeling cock attached to a person who has emotions and desires. We grunted and moaned at each thrust. I used my anal muscles to squeeze against his cock. I squeezed and released to the tempo of David's thrusts. I have no idea how long we fucked and time was no longer a consideration. All that was important was giving this man, David, my school friend, my body with no thought of consequences. David was becoming erratic in his thrusting and his grunts were becoming great cries of passion. Suddenly, no warning, he drove into me hard and deep. I felt his cock expand then contract as his second cum began spilling into my anus. The feeling was so strong that it sent me into orgasm all over David's carpet. I cried out as my cock began spewing, my anal muscles renewing their contractions on David's still cumming cock. As we began calming from our mutual orgasm, David spoke, "If that was clumsy, Martin, I don't want you to practice. That was amazing, you are amazing." I felt his cock shrinking; as it did, I squeezed against him. I did not want to loose him or loose any cum. "David, when did you know you were gay, what was the thing that triggered it? I need to know. I feel alive like I've never been before. I want more, more of you, more of this." David gave a brief sigh as his cock escaped my grasp. "I don't know for sure when I knew I was gay. It was a growing feeling that became reality one night about 20 years ago. I was curious like you are and met a guy, we clicked. We had a couple weeks together before he had an accident and became disabled. He was my trigger. Now you have to tell me, when did you become curious." I took a few moments before beginning. "Well, David, if I'm honest, it was when we were young and wasting our nights banging young girls. I saw you with a hard on and wondered what the girls were feeling, of course I suppressed those thoughts. Then after my divorce, I began wondering, reading, studying, practicing with toys. I found out that I enjoyed the feeling of my ass penetrated. When I knew this trip was coming up, I decided to try seducing you. Little did I know you had mutual feelings." By now, we were laying side by side on our backs. I shifted my weight to lie on my side and look into David's eyes. The urge was strong to draw him into me; I draped my arm around him, feeling his skin under my fingers. I continued to shift my weight until my chest contacted with David's. My head facing down, eyes looking into his face, I brushed lips across his waiting for a reply. David drew his arm around me, pulling me closer, and kissed me in return. Our kiss grew in passion and our free hands roamed each other's bodies. I was surprised to feel myself responding to his touch getting hard this soon after the orgasm I just had, David felt it also. Although he already had two strong orgasms, one in my mouth and one still in my bowels, he turned to take me in his mouth with both lust and gusto. "I'm only priming the pump, Martin. I want you to fuck me, fill me just as I did you." I moaned as his tongue slid down my length. I heard a gasp from some far detached location only to realize it was I as David enveloped my cock in his warm mouth. I fumbled for the tube of lube left on the floor, was barely able to flip open the top. I did deposit a good dollop on my fingers. David was kneeling but not directly over me. I had to reach for his butt to begin planting the lube around his sphincter. David felt me exploring him and shifted so I had more area to touch. His ass was relaxed and open to my touch, with well-lubricated fingers; I pushed into him as deeply as I could. When I found his little walnut shaped prostate, I began to rub it with growing pressure. His matched my moans, he sucked harder as I massaged harder. Suddenly, David stopped sucking; he just quivered and shook on his knees. He screamed that he was cumming. "Martin, fuck! What was that?" David pulled away from my finger, lifted his face from cock, spun around, lined my cock with his sphincter, and sat on me hard. He buried my cock in his bowels. "I still feel it, Martin. I still feel my ass cumming." I was excited to have my cock in David's ass; I could hardly speak through the height of sexual bliss. "Prostate orgasm," I panted. "Anal orgasm," I groaned. David was now rocking his hips side to side then began to lift off me followed by gravity forcing him back down. David was taking long strokes and falling hard on my crotch, each time he hit bottom, he expelled a large breath sucking it back as he rose. "Lay on your stomach, David. I want you from behind." He seemed reluctant to give up my cock as he slowly complied. There was no sweet talk, no words at all. I spread his legs, lined up, and drove to the hilt. "Now I'm going to fuck you." I not sure where the strength came from; however, I was like a pile driver forcing David into the carpet. "Martin, fuck! ItÕs happening again. Oh, fuck! Cum with me." He was begging me, crying for my cum and just as David began using his anal muscles to push through his second anal orgasm, I drove into him and held my position. Seconds later, I erupted into David's bowels. "Holy fuck! David that was the best orgasm I've had in a long time." I was still feeling my cock twitch the last moments of orgasm while David was straining through his own anal orgasm. His muscles were gripping me tightly as he strained. David's moans slow subsided as both our breathing returned to normal. I was lying squarely on David's back and began kissing his neck and shoulders. Although my cock had shrunk, I was still partly embedded. I continued to push into David feeling him relaxing until I slipped from him. David turned his head just enough to make eye contact before speaking. What he said frightened me and excited me, "Martin, I love you. Don't say anything, don't reply, just know that I love you." I leaned as best I could and kissed him. I raised myself from David's back, the evidence our union clearly visible. During my union with David, my exertions let the deposit he left in me become a sticky mess between my ass cheeks, it felt lovely. I don't know what came over me; however, I lowered my head to David's ass and began licking him clean. Normally, I would have thought this dirty, thought this depraved; yet, now I thought it sensual and sexual. David shuttered feeling the contact of my tongue licking the length between his ass cheeks. I tried to reach my tongue as deeply as possible to taste our combined excretions. My tongue made contact with his sphincter as I licked and David thrust his hips up to meet my probe. David gave a moan, more a sigh really then breathed out heavily say very softly, "That's a fucking first." I lifted my face from David's ass and whispered back, "I hope itÕs not a fucking last. David, I want more of you, as much as you can give me." "Martin, I think we should consider a shower." "Dibs on washing your back and anything else you think needs cleaning." I was spent, getting to my feet was an aerobic workout; David was not faring any better. When we were finally to our feet, we embraced, kissed deeply, with much passion, and with wanting. When we broke, walking toward the master suite, I added, "Perhaps brushing our teeth is in order as well. I think we taste of sex, we do smell of sex." We had a relaxing shower. I tried to count all the water jets hitting our bodies giving us alternating pulsing and blasting water massages. One thing I found interesting in David's shower was anal cleansing wands, enema wands. I knew about enemas to clean before and after anal sex, yet this was the first time I'd seen anything like this installed. The temperature was just right, about 100¡, the pressure was like normal enemas allowing the user to fill his rectum and evacuate as little or as much as desired. I made good use of that wand to clean myself very thoroughly; David did also. With the late hour, we went to bed in each other's arms. As the morning light began breaking through the bedroom curtains, I woke to David's kisses on my neck and back. He was fully charged as his cock rubbed against my ass. "David, you have an open invitation to an invasion," I whispered. David didn't hesitate, pushed against my willing sphincter, and his cock head popped through. We didn't have lube, or I didn't think we did, and I didn't want any. I wanted to feel the raw friction as I received my welcome invader. "Martin," David sighed, "I meant what I said last night," as he pushed a little deeper. "I've found what I want to keep," he pushed harder, deeper. "Martin, do I feel good in you?" The question was more a plea for an answer than worry about my feelings. "David, my dear man and best friend," I began. "Would I be in this position if I didn't to be, would you be sinking your wonderful cock in my ass if it didn't feel good, if I didn't want it? You feel good in me, and I feel good with you in me. Make love to me." I heard David begin to cry softly, "Yes, Martin, I will make love with you." David began rolling his hips into me. He was at the perfect angle to rub my prostate with both inward and outward strokes, I was sure I would have a prostate orgasm. Our pace was not hurried; we often paused before resuming the slow loving pace. David was hitting my prostate perfectly and I felt the warning signs of my coming anal orgasm. "Now, David, harder, make my ass cum from your cock, let my ass make you cum." I was meeting each of his thrusts and crying out as my prostate gave me a powerful orgasm. I was straining hard trying to push David out while he continued to batter me. I was leaking semen from my cock when David's loud cry filled the bedroom, he erupted with such force, I cried through my orgasm with him. We finally found our legs and got out of bed, it was later than I expected, and I had to get ready for my first client visit. I made use of the shower, anal douche wands, shaved, and got dressed. "Martin, coffee and bagel ready for a quick breakfast. Lets eat and I'll get you to your client meeting." "I may never leave if you keep up this behavior." David looked up at me with longing in his eyes, almost to say an unspoken, you promise. "You're ready to go, did you shower in the other bathroom? Did I make you use it? We could have showered together." David laughed, "If we showered together, you wouldn't make your appointment." "Question, business question for you, when you take vacations, do you feel like you have to check in?" "No, Martin I don't feel I have to and I don't want to. I hire the right people who fit my business culture, fit in with my staff personalities, mentor - not train, then turn them loose. Like General Patton said, don't tell them what to do, tell them what needs doing and let them surprise me with the results." "I wish I could get some of clients to buy into that. Some are convinced that vacation is just another name for working from home and expect their staff to do the same thing. I have actually fired a couple clients who demanded exclusive 24/7 rights to my time. I told one that if he couldn't think for himself, he needed to resign his post." We downed a second cup of coffee before hitting the road. "You have any idea where my client is," I asked David. "You'd be surprised what I know. We'll be at Wagnor Productions in 15 minutes." David smirked with satisfaction knowing my destination. "How the fuck..." my question remained unfinished as David broke in. Same smirk on his face, he began, "You're here to consult with the new leadership of Wagnor Productions, and the business was bought out by a front company called D. S. Enterprise. Are you catching on?" "Fuck me, you are D. S., first name and middle initial. That creates a conflict of interest between my client and my new lover." "Yes, it does, and when we get there, you will make an announcement of the conflict, dissolve your association with Wagnor, take a healthy commission from the former owners, and I'll become you're surrogate. Then we'll have a late light lunch at ClancyÕs." The plan was perfect, I explained that David and I have been friends since middle school, a conflict of interest existed, and David would explore other means to make Wagnor more productive. My settlement with the old leadership went into directed deposit with my New York bank and I was free except for Nickie's class and Sol's meeting. "Nickie's class is tomorrow at 2:30 downtown at U. of Washington. Until then, we are free." Winter in New York - A Week in Seat "What's happening at Wagnor?" "You met Richard. He is my selected chief, knows my style, and knows your work as well. He is top down when necessary and bottom up most of the time. He knows everything about me, and now you." I was astonished that Richard was so trusted that David confided our relationship. "He knows we became partners yesterday?" Did I just say 'became partners', was that my confirmation of accepting David as my partner, lover? David looked at me, "Did we become partners last night, Martin?" I knew the answer was affirmative before I answered, "Yes, David, we did." My voice choked with emotion. David pulled the car off the road onto the service lane. He just barely stopped before he began deeply crying as all his pent up emotions spilled over. I said nothing just reached across the console and touched his heaving shoulder. The rest of the week was blur as we spent many hours talking, loving, fucking, living in the other's light. Then reality set in, I had to return to upstate New York and David had to run his businesses. I was sobering up from a week of wanton sex when David made a decision that changed everything. "I think I'll commute from New York for a while, Martin."