Hank kept thinking about Francisco that night. Of course he was intrigued to note that Francisco was completely different than what the newspapers had projected him. Hank thought to himself 'yes i did need that gratitude that Francisco was offering me, I was just too proud to accept it". As he stood under the shower letting the warm water fall on his hairy lean body, Hank felt an urge to relieve himself. Of course Lillian was in the bed room, and would have obliged should Hank have made any move to have sex. But he was tired of her. What does she want from me i have wondered since the wedding day, he kept saying to himself.
Since the first time he met Dagny he had felt that burning desire to fuck her on a train, if possible. Today she was the only sight worth watching, he said to himself. other than Francisco of course.
Hank closed his eyes and tried to remember Francisco's persona - standing six feet tall with hair that was long and covered his eyes, jet black in color, wrinkled...Francisco's long fingers that Hank wondered could do what other wonders. Francisco's crooked smile and his magnificent voice as he spoke..gosh Hank could feel his nine incher grow. He wanted to relieve himself but didnt muster the courage to do so. It was long since he had made out with a guy - maybe as a kid. but for the last many years he had submerged himself in his lab. only when Lillian came into his life, he had thought that would be an end to his celibacy - but he was wrong. Off late he never felt aroused with her. Maybe because he wanted to sleep with Dagny
But today meeting Francisco was an eye opener. Hank now knew that he needed to have the guy some day...
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Francisco stepped into his suite and took a sigh of relief. It was almost a year since he, John and Ragnar had made out. It was almost 10 years since that last night with Dagny - and since then Francisco had not touched any other woman - of course he had had men - John and Ragnar were amongst his favorite fuck buddies. he had Midas Mulligan once, but the muscular man was really too aggressive even for a stud such as Francisco. Then there was Owen Kellogg who sucked like a crazy animal..and of course the brakeman that John stole from Dagny.
But Hank Rearden was something. The clothes Hank wore didnt do justice in hiding his package. Hank had been thinking of that since the evening. Of course i admire Hank for his ability to produce Rearden metal - and for which i am willing to offer him gratitude - not just in the form of words, but maybe the guy needs a suck -- am willing to do that..also i need a wank..I have been working too hard on losing on the San Sebastian mines..i need to now think of these balls that need some milking
---- to be continued...