The following is a fictional story. Any resemblance to people or instances is purely coincidental. If you aren't of age to, or it is illegal for you to read this, then don't! You know how it goes!
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He smiled at me. His peach coloured lips parted into a beautiful smile, one that almost lit the room, exposing his white teeth, perfectly symmetrical, each tooth in line with the next. His cheek bones quite prominent with a slight tinge of pink. His jaw line square, sprinkled with a regrowth of dark brown hair. His chin sat dead in the centre of his jaw, with the slightest dimple. His ears slightly pink at the tips, rather small, with a single piercing in the top of his right ear. His eyes a magnificent shade of hazel with a halo of green. A coy glint to his eyes said he was keen. His eyebrows a dark brown in colour, with a high point in the centre, fading out to a fine point a few centimetres from his hair line. His hair a light brown, short around the back and sides, with a long fringe, sitting neatly on his forehead, slightly swept to the side. The combination of both feminine and masculine features cast a very beautiful, exotic look to his face.
He turns to the barman and orders a drink. He's wearing a silver singlet with a blue celtic cross on his chest. A tight pair of white pants accentuates his tiny butt with a red belt framing his minute waist. He accepts his drink, puts the glass to his lips and takes a small mouthful. Again, he smiles at me and winks, then nods towards my friend next to me. What with staring at this guy, I didn't even notice that my friend, Troy, was hitting my arm to get my attention.
`Dammit Victor! Who the hell are you staring at?
`Aye? Oh, um, nothing.'
`Nothing? I said WHO, not WHAT!'
`Oh, heh, noone!'
`Sure sure! You think you could stop staring at that fag and tell me if my hair looks alright?'
`Yeah its fine.' I say without looking at Troy.
`Man, you're hooked on him. I've never seen you stare at anyone for more than 10 seconds.'
Yeah yeah.' I say taking a sip of my drink. I wonder if he has a boyfriend.'
`Probably not, I mean, who gets dressed up that much when you're coupled?'
`Yeah, well, I'm gonna buy him a drink.' And with that I make my way to the bar.
Now, I stand at about 5'10", about 60kgs, short black hair, slightly olive skin and a slim toned figure, working on the muscle! Tonight, I'm wearing a pair of denim flairs, tight around my butt, sitting just on the top of my two inch thick souled shoes. I have a tight, white, slightly see through shirt on, with a chunky silver chain around my neck. At the bar I only have to wait a few seconds before being served.
A Vodka and orange please. Oh, Andre, whatever that guy over there', I point towards the hottie, is drinking, I'll pay for his next one.'
`Sweet Vic.'
I take my drink and return to my seat, continuing my observations of the cutie. I couldn't believe it, but it took this guy half an hour to down his drink. As he got to the last of his drink, I light a cigarette and continue to watch. He walks to the bar and looks surprised at getting his next drink free. I quickly turn to Troy and Mitchell, attempting to look like I was deep in conversation. A very short time later, I feel a tap on my shoulder and turn to find myself face to face with this Adonis. He's crouching next to me, drink in hand and a cigarette dangling from the side of his mouth.
`Got a light dude?'
Yeah.' I say, reaching for my lighter on the table. I light it and hold it out to him. He leans in and lights his smoke, leans back, takes a drag, takes it from his lips and says, Thanks for the drink,' tilting his glass to me. `How do I repay you for that?'
Your company would be a good start.' I say grinning. Perhaps your friends can join us?'
Okay, I'll go get em. Back soon.'
He stands up and makes his way to his friends. His voice was firmly etched in my mind. An intelligence surpassing my first impression of him was clearly evident in the annunciation and diction, evidence of a well educated person. Confidence seems to resound from it. A slightly high pitch to his voice sidled perfectly with his figure and presence, a little effeminate, nothing major.
He makes his way back to the table with a swag of followers. They all pick a seat on the opposite side of the table and introductions are made.
`Hi. This is Mike, Tim, Rich Tony and Josh.' My Adonis says seating himself.
`I'm Troy. This is Ben, Mitchell and Victor.'
Everyone becomes slightly more comfortable after introductions are made and seating is rearranged into slightly more friendly circles, and soon enough, all are engrossed in conversation of varying animations.
I was talking with Mitchell when my Adonis dragged a seat right up to my side and sat down with his left leg dangling over my right. Not missing a single word Mike was saying, I quickly glanced over at the Adonis and smile. He winks back at me and we both carry on listening to Mitchell intently.
After a few minutes, I need another drink. I stand up and announce that I'm going to the bar. My Adonis stands up and falls in behind me, putting his hand into my pocket and falling in to step with me. As we approach the bar he leans in and whispers in my ear, `My name's Lance.'
`What's the poison this time boys?'
`The usual for me Andre. Lance?'
`Ooh, what's the budget?' He says cracking a mischievous grin.
`None!' I say returning his grin.
Ooh, okay, how about, um,' he put his finger to the side of his mouth, obviously thinking, a glass of champagne?'
`What brand?' Andre asks.
`Er, Robard and Butler.'
`Make it a bottle Andre, two glasses.' I add.
Andre whisks off and brings the drinks to the bar in front of us. `Is that on your account?'
`Nah, Lance has some money in his hand.' I chortle smiling at him.
Lance dug around in my pocket searching for the money.
`I never realised you called your piece "money", Victor!' Andre says giggling.
Lance blanches and carries on his quest for money and finally finds some, not like it was a deep pocket or anything. Lance hands the money to Andre, I take the glasses and Lance takes the bottle, and we make our way back outside.
We seated ourselves to a myriad of "oohs" and "aahs". I take the bottle and pour Lance a glass of bubbles and hand it to him. I pick my glass up and tap it to Lances glass which caused Troy to give an impromptu toast, (`Here's to rich, cute, sexy men in sleeze joints like this!') and once again conversation continues. This time however, Lance decided he'd far rather be seated across my lap, quite happily holding my hand, cigarette in the other.
`So Lance, how old are you, if you don't mind me asking?'
`I turn 19 in a few weeks. Why's that?'
`Just curious. I'm 24, 25 in a few months.'
`Oh so old, you are!' Lance snorts with laughter.
`Heh, I guess in the gay world I am. What do you do for a living?'
I'm a waiter at Ergo. So much fun!' He giggles. How bout you?'
`I'm a Partner in a law firm. Not as much fun I would imagine.' I say with a wry grin.
`Well, it certainly seems like a better job then waiting.'
`It has its ups and downs. More downs than ups I'd say.'
`Well, I'm sure it pays well.'
`Yeah, I guess it does.' I say grinning.
`So, how did you get to Partner at such a young age?'
It's a long story.' I say frowning slightly. One I'll tell you later. That is if you'll be with me later.' I say grasping his hand slightly.
`Do you dance?' Lance asks me smiling.
`It's been a while.'
Well.' He says sliding off my lap. Let's go dance.' And he holds out his hand.
I take his hand and am led to the dance floor. We dance about a foot apart at first, and as we become a little more comfortable, we start touching each other, dancing hip to hip, hand in hand and eventually, arms wrapped around each other.
Amidst coos and whistles, Lance and I make our way back to our seats a little later.
`I'm getting bored of this. Did you want to um, I dunno...' Lance trailed off.
`Perhaps you'd like to come back to my apartment?'
Lance's face splits in to a joyful smile.
`I'd love to!' He says, kissing me on the cheek.
`Does anyone else need a ride home?' I ask, standing up and facing the throng of people around us.
`Ooh, I do. Can I crash at your pad Vic? The lezzies are home tonight. Can't really say I'm looking forward to all the muff diving tonight!' Troy says, to raucous laughter.
`Sure you can Troy, but you'll have to stay in the guest room, I'm afraid.' I say squeezing Lances hand.
Why?' Troy says looking stunned. So you can get laid?' He says, grinning mischievously.
`Absolutely. Troy, go flag a cab down, Lance, why don't you go with Troy, I'll be just a minute.' Lance smiles and follows in Troy's wake. I dig around in my pocket and find a $100 bill.
Here Ben.' I say pushing the bill in to his hand. For a few more drinks, and if you don't want to go home, just cab over to my place. You know the pin and where the key is. You can have the futon.'
Ben stands up and gives me a hug. `Thanks Vic! Might take you up on that offer.'
`No worries babe! Catcha!' I say to the group at large, and make my way to the door.
A five minute taxi ride finds us back at my apartment. Lance has a similar look on his face like that of a fish taken out of water when he sees the complex. His face damn near slides off when we enter my apartment on the upper most level.
`Shit! I never knew this was here! How much is it?'
`I bought it for $400 K.'
`FUCK ME!' Lance proclaims.
`Not just yet, we have company.' I snigger.
`I can't believe you own this. How much would it cost to rent?'
`I have no idea. Never really thought about renting it out. The guys down stairs rent theirs for $350 per week, I think.'
`I barely make that in wages.' Lance says, the stupefied look being replaced with a look of sadness.
`It's a lovely place to live, if you earn enough.' Troy says grinning.
`Obviously!' Lance says, looking around.
Go have a nosey Lance. The patios just there,' I say pointing towards the large folding windows. There's a pool out there, spa, sauna over there,' I say pointing beyond the pool. As Lance steps out on to the deck, light sensors detect him and illuminate the patio in soft lighting. Lance gasps in awe.
I take a bottle of wine out of the fridge and pour three glasses. I hand one to Troy, take one for myself and the other out to Lance. I offer him the glass and he smiles from ear to ear, the kind of smile that could melt even Hitler's heart, kisses me on the cheek and we sit down on the loungers. We spend the next 20 minutes or so talking and listening to Troy tell us about the old guy at the bar who offered him a toothless blow job.
Right, well, I'm tired and going to bed, and I'm sure you two have blue balls by now.' Troy says cackling madly. Night!'
Goodnight Troy. Pleasant dreams.' I say turning to Lance. I take the glass out of Lance's hand, place it on the table and take his hand in mine. He stands up and puts his arm around my waist, our faces mere inches apart. Let's go to bed.' I whisper, licking his bottom lip ever so gently. I lead him down a few hallways and we emerge in to the palatial room that is my bedroom, bathed in gentle candlelight.
At the bottom of my bed I slide his singlet over the top of his head. He has a nice taut body. Toned and slender with a faint tan. He leans close to me and slides his tongue past my lips and against my tongue. We kiss for a few intense minutes, until miraculously, all of Lance's clothing is removed.
We separate from kissing and I remove my clothing as quickly as possible. Once naked, I watch as Lance sits spread eagle, dead in the middle of my bed.
I crawl between his legs, lean down and take his rigid cock into my mouth. 7 full inches of hot 18 year old dick in my mouth. Perfectly shaped, thick at the base, tapering up to a pale pink cock head, no foreskin, drooling cock honey from the tip. In his excitement, Lance thrusts upward and hits my gag reflex. After spluttering and coughing for a few seconds I burst out laughing.
`I'm so sorry.' Lance says placing his hands on the sides of my head.
`It's okay. I have to admit, I'm a little outta practice.'
`Oh!' Giggles Lance.
I get back to work on his dick, running my mouth from the tip, down to the thick base, pulling off and sucking at the same time. Soon enough, Lance starts lifting up into my mouth, matching my rhythm. He lifts up, wiggles around a bit then sits back down. I just notice the pattern.
I let his dick slide out of my mouth, slobber up my middle finger and take his dick back in to my mouth. With the slicked up finger, I gently massage his arsehole. He moans to this and bucks upward. This time I'm prepared and don't gag, and push my finger a little more firmly against his hole and manage to slip past the ring of resistance. A groan escapes his lips as his hole clenches firmly around the tip of my finger. I take the whole length of his cock into my mouth and suddenly it's pulled from my mouth as Lance firmly plants his arse down on to my finger with a grunt.
He lifts his butt off my finger a bit, thus sliding his cock back into my mouth, then withdraws, planting himself back on to my finger. This continues for a few minutes.
Getting cramp in my wrist, I pull out of Lance's butt and he lays flat on his back. I lift his legs up and put his feet on my shoulders. I look down at his arse and dive in tongue first, into that hairless, slightly sweaty boy arse. I find his hole in no time and slide my tongue in past his ring. It gives way easily and I can finally taste him. God he tastes great!!!
His arsehole keeps tightening around my tongue. He keeps moving up and down my face, trying his best to ride my tongue. I stop and look up at him. `I have a better idea. Get up and sit on my face.'
He gets up and shuffles around and sits right on my mouth. This is much better. His arse cheeks spread, hole exposed, my tongue slides right in, no resistance. It's almost sucked in. He's bouncing around, gyrating his hips, riding my face, fucking himself on my tongue. I hear a "hoik" and suddenly his fist is rhythmically hitting my chin.
His weight shifts and I feel a pair of soft lips envelop the head of my cock and suck hard.
`Mmm, big cut cock. What does it measure at Vic?'
`Bout 8 inches.' I manage to blurt out through a mouthful of arse. Then he took it all the way in. Right down till his nose hits my balls. I shove my tongue into his arse, as far as I can. He's now sliding back and forth on my face, grinding with more urgency on my face. Oh this is too much.
His stroking becomes faster. I raise my knees into a spread eagle position. He wraps a hand around my balls and gently tugs while still sucking on my cock. I continue porking his arse with my tongue and take over his stroking. Oh man! This is way too hot. His ass tastes great! He sucks cock so well and...
`FUCK!!!' I scream, very muffled though it was. Lance just slid a finger into my own arsehole.
`Deeper Lance!' I groan around his arsehole.
He rides my face much faster, and sucks harder and fingers deeper. `SHIT!'
I shove my tongue deeper up his arse and tug his cock harder. I thrust my hips up fast, slamming my cock down his throat and unleash my load down his gullet. He sucks harder still, tugs my balls hard, fingers my arsehole deeper and still I shoot more and more cum down his throat. A few seconds into shooting my load, his cock throbbed in my hand, his arse slammed down on my face and he shot volley after volley of hot boy juice all over my sweat covered chest and stomach.
After 30 seconds of pure bliss, Lance collapses on top of me with a "splat". His legs are on either side of my head. I lean forward and lick a bit of my spit from his juicy arsehole. Damn he tastes good!!!! Making sure I savour all of his flavoursome arse juices, things start getting hazy. The last thing I remember is Lance climbing off me, and gentle tongue lapping on my torso.
`Wake up. Hey, sleepy head, wake up.'
`Hmm?'
`Lance, wake up. I've made breakfast. Come on.' I say trying to coax Lance out of his slumber.
`What did you make?' Lance says yawning.
`Pancakes, bacon and some scrambled eggs.'
`Okay, okay. I'm getting up.' Lance says stretching out across the bed. Fully stretched across my bed, neither his hands nor feet meet either side of my super king size bed.
Excellent. Here's a glass of orange juice.' I announce, placing the glass on the bedside unit. See you soon.' I say, bouncing off to the kitchen.
`I smell bacon!!!' Troy says loudly as the guest room door opens.
`Breakfast. It'll be ready in a few minutes.'
`Awesome!' Another voice says. I spin around quickly and Ben pokes his head over the breakfast bar.
`Hey babe. How was your night?' I say, leaning over and pecking Ben on the cheek.
`It was great! You guys should have stayed longer.'
`Oh no we shouldn't have.' Lance says grinning at Ben. He walked out of the room wearing only his tight white boxer briefs, clearly showing off his well proportioned crotch, glass of orange juice in hand.
Ben's eyes drop to his crotch, taking in Lance's beautiful physique and back up to Lance's face, and blushes. `Well, I can see why Vic was in such a hurry to leave, now.'
Rightoh boys, to the patio. Ben, grab those plates and cutlery. Troy, the pancakes and bacon, and you my beautiful,' I say to Lance, need not do a thing. Go sit down.'
Lance wonders over to the patio and joins the other two. I remove my apron, I too opting for the boxer brief only wardrobe this morning, mine being black, grab the scrambled eggs, salt and pepper and head outside. I place the eggs on the table and tell everyone to dig in as I head back inside to grab the maple syrup and orange juice. When I get back outside, the three beautiful boys on my patio are engrossed in humorous reminiscence of last night.
`...and then he tried to stick his tongue in my mouth. It was so gross!'
`Aww Ben, even the gramps have gotta get some.' Troy says practically cackling with madness.
`Yeah, but they don't have to try it with me!'
`Don't worry babe. Take it as a compliment.' I say trying to soften the blow he'd taken from Troy.
Just do what I do Ben.' Lance says. Tell `em you charge.'
Ben almost choked on his mouthful, Troy sniggered and I blanched.
`What?' Lance says looking from Troy to Ben to me.
`Nothing Lance. Don't worry about it.'
`No, tell me. Obviously I said something wrong.' Lance says looking worried.
`Victor's last boyfriend failed to advise him of something rather, important, in his career.' Troy says, trying to do some damage control.
`Oh?' Lance says still looking worried.
`He was a hooker.' I finally say, trying to alleviate some of Lance's frustration.
Oh.' Lance says looking sad. I'm sorry, I didn't know. Sorry.' He says, his voice becoming more and more quiet.
`You weren't to know.' I say standing up and moving over to Lance. He was looking down into his lap, his thumbs fidgeting with one another. I take his hand and stand him up. He was looking down. I put my hand to his chin and tilt his face up. There were tears in his eyes. I put my thumb to his eye, wipe up a tear and bring it to my mouth, licking the tear away.
Don't worry about it Lance.' I say trying to make him smile. I take him in to my arms and kiss him on the lips. It doesn't bother me. Looking back, it's kinda funny.' Finally he looks at me, the tears seem to have stopped for now.
`You probably want me to leave?' He says, tears overflowing again.
`Of course not!' I say, holding his naked chest tightly to mine. He turns his face from mine, I put my hand to his chin and turn it back, then kiss him firmly.
`Don't be upset. You're the best thing that's walked in to my life so far, and I'd be most upset if you left so quickly.' This time tears welling up in my eyes. Lance looks into my eyes and the tears are almost pouring from his.
`Okay, I'm sorry for saying what I did. If I'd have kn...'
Enough,' I say gently. No need to apologise. Forget it was said, and let's finish this breakfast. I made it especially for you, you know?'
The tears seem to lessen now and I help Lance sit down again, and take up my own seat across the table from him. I stretch my foot out and rest it next to his, my big toe rubbing against his foot. Lance looks across at me and smiles that beautiful, bright, warming smile. I return his smile and normal conversation returns to the table, all signs of a problem disappearing.
After I finish my plate, I go to the bedroom and throw on some tidy jeans and a shirt, and head back out to the patio.
`Okay boys, I have to head in to work for a few minutes.'
`Vic, you never leave work alone! You're on leave for another three weeks and still you insist on going back to work.'
I know, but no-one else is going to do it, so I have to.' I say pleadingly. I'll only be 30 minutes or so. `While I'm gone, you three can plan our day. Maybe the Zoo, or a movie.'
`Oh alright then.' Troy says grinning at Lance.
Right, well, I won't be too long then.' I say heading to the front door. And don't forget the maid will be in this morning.' I open the door. Speak of the devil. Hello Sarah. If those three get in your way, just tell em to bugger off.'
`Hello Mr Chadwick, of course I will.'
`Excellent. Bye Sarah. Bye boys!' I shout through the door.
`Goodbye Mr Chadwick.' Sarah replies.
`Bye Vicky!' The three outside chime mischievously.
I open the door to my apartment and to my surprise no-one is in the lounge.
`Hello?'
No response. I walk to the bedroom and push the door open.
`Where are you guys?' I call out a little louder.
Outside!' I hear coming from the patio. In the pool, starkers!' The voice continues, ending with a giggle.
`Most intriguing!' I say, already disrobing. I head out to the kitchen and take a bottle of champagne from the fridge, pop the cork, and take a second bottle, then head out toward the voices coming from the patio. I lean up against the window frame and watch the goings on in the pool.
Lance, Ben and Troy were in the midst of a water fight. Lance was off to the side somewhat, obviously not quite comfortable enough with Ben and Troy. Ben turns to Troy and plants a huge sloppy kiss on his lips. Troy retaliates by adding more tongue to the equation. Lance turns to me and smiles that magnificent smile that can provide enough light for this planet.
A peeping tom boys!' He giggles. And an excited one at that!'
I giggle and look down, and sure enough, I'm an excited peeping tom, or so my hard-on would claim. I walk to the edge of the pool and crouch down. Lance wades over, the water sitting just below his belly button at this end of the pool, being the shallow end of course.
`Champagne and cock. The perfect, balanced lunch.' Lance says with a coy grin.
I laugh, which makes my hard-on bounce up and hit my stomach.
`IT'S ALIVE!' Troy calls from the other side of the pool.
Why don't you give me that?' Lance says taking the opened bottle from me, and climb in?'
I slide in to the pool and am immediately enveloped by the warmth of summer water.
`Nice isn't it?' Ben asks.
`It is wonderful. Now, are you two being a bad influence on Lance?'
`Absolutely not!' Troy says, poking his tongue in to Bens ear.
`Lance, pass that bottle.' Ben says, almost doubling over in pleasure.
Lance offers the bottle to Ben and wades back over to me, picking up the second bottle. He pops the cork on the bottle, froth comes pouring out the top and Lance wraps his lips around it, sucking the overflow up. I move over to Lance, put my left arm around his waist, and take the bottle with my right. I lift the bottle over his head and pour some champagne on to his head. I lick from his chin, up his jaw line, over his nose, across his forehead and back down to his lips. His lips are open slightly and I run my tongue over his bottom lip, past his teeth and rub my tongue against his. He returns my probing with a gentle sucking on my tongue. I love when he does this. He stops sucking and pushes his tongue past my teeth, orally exploring my mouth.
As our kiss intensifies, Lance's hand finds my rigid cock as mine finds his. Something cold gets poured over my chest. I open my eyes to see Lance staring at me, holding the champagne bottle in front of me, pouring it down my torso. He begins licking from just below my bellybutton, making his way up the middle, to the spot between my pecs, over to my left nipple, licking gently, then to my right, biting that one ever so gently. Then he starts licking up my throat, over my chin, and our kiss continues, just as passionately.
I move Lance over to the side of the pool and lift him out on to the ledge and he instinctively parts his legs. God he looks so beautiful, sitting there, legs apart, manhood proudly erect and pointing up his smooth, hairless stomach, his entire frame covered in drops of water, the sunlight hitting each one and fracturing light in to tiny rainbows all over his body. I move to stand between his legs, lean forward and take his rigid cock into my mouth. Without needing encouragement, he started pumping up in to my mouth, gently fucking my mouth. His butt was lifting off the cement and landing with a quiet "splat" in the water that had pooled around him. This was all too familiar.
As I withdraw from his cock to lube up my finger, there's and almighty splash to the right of me.
`Thought you might need it!' Tory cackled.
I dive my hand in to the water to find what it was and grab a very phallic shaped piece of rubber. I pull out of the water a dildo about 8 inches long, 2 or so thick, not as thick as my cock, though probably just as long.
`Where did this come from?' I ask slightly concerned.
`We just went and bought it! Poor Lancey needed an arse fucking, and we know you can't!'
I blush profusely and look down in to the pool. Lance puts a finger to my chin and tilts my head up.
`Don't worry, I like the other things you do.' He says licking my bottom lip. I crack a big smile and go back to work on his cock.
Without missing a licking to his cock, I place the dildo to the left of his cock and Lance ever so expertly manages to manoeuvre himself in to a crouching position with his butt just hovering over the dildo. I take his rigid teen boy cock deep into my throat, the tip pressing against the back of my throat, and Lance began to lower himself on the dildo. Slowly the head disappears into his smooth boy hole, his cock throbbing in my mouth. More disappears up his arse and his cock throbs even more, sweet honey pre-cum oozing from his cock head. With 5 or 6 more inches to go, Lance's arsehole tightens and loosens around the few inches it has up there, taking a breather, adjusting to the invasion.
I come off his cock, and slide back down again, having caught my breath, and just as quickly as I got it in there, it's pulled from my mouth as Lance impales himself on the rest of the dildo. When his teen cock was pulled from my mouth, it slapped up against his flat muscled stomach and spurted pre-cum all over his belly button. I licked to the side of his cock, over his belly button, in his belly button, trying to lap up all the lovely goo.
`Oh fuck yeah!' Lance groans through clenched teeth. I take Lance's proud cock back into my mouth and bury it as deep as I can. Lance lifts himself off the dildo, packing his cock even deeper into my throat, then back on to the dildo, pulling his cock almost out of my mouth, then back up again, cock packed back in to mouth, then down, cock almost pulled out. I like this rhythm.
After a few minutes of adjustment to the invasion, Lance's rhythm picks up, his cock being pulled and pushed into my mouth more urgently.
`Oh Vic, suck my cock!' Lance chants through clenched teeth. I begin stroking my rigid, bloated cock underwater, timing my strokes with his.
`Oh yeah Vic. Suck it good.' Lance gasps, his speed increasing, mine matching.
`Yeah Vic, I'm fucking close.' He says, his arse almost devouring the dildo, his cock being packed hard against the back of my throat on every upward thrust.
I too, was close to busting a nut, just as a finger slid up my own arsehole. I mumble something around Lance's cock that was supposed to sound like, I'm gonna shoot!' But sounded more like Umph mmph mmph mmm!' Lance however, voices exactly what I was thinking.
`FUCK, I'M CUMMING!!!' He practically yells!
"ME TOO MY SEXY LANCE!" Screams my mind, attempting to voice itself through my skull.
As his cock erupts with one powerful volley of cum down my throat, mine explodes underwater in a cloudy pool of white. Another volley from his throbbing cock and more clouds in the pool. Several more urgent and strong pulses from his cock sent a huge amount of sweet, sticky and rich cum flooding down my throat.
Confused by ecstasy, it takes me a while to realise there's a beautiful, sexy guy crouching in front of me with a dildo buried to the hilt up his arsehole. Lance lifts his butt off the dildo and collapses backward with it jutting up between his spread eagled legs. I slide out of the pool and the cloud of cum manages to stick all the way down my legs. I pick up the dildo and on hands and knees, lean over Lance. I lick up the shaft of the dildo, trying to savour the remnants of his arse taste on it. Mmm, did I mention how much I love his taste?
I discard the dildo into the pool, and quietly admire the beauty of Lance, lying in the sun, chest heaving, water glistening all over his beautiful, slim, smooth, toned body.
`Oh god that felt good.' Lance finally manages to blurt out.
`It was fucking awesome!' I say licking his lip.
`I could go a sleep right now.' Lance says, his voice already thick with lethargic tones.
I stand up and make my way over to the sheltered part of the patio and find my queen sized inflatable mattress, toss it in the pool and return to Lance. I kneel down and without disturbing him too much, lift him up in a fireman hold, wade out into the water where Troy is holding the mattress for me, and place Lance in the middle of the mattress. I climb out of the pool, quickly make my way to the bathroom, wipe up as much of the cum from my legs as I can and return with some sunblock, and my sunglasses. Troy floats the mattress with Lance on it over to the side of the pool and I begin to rub him down with sunblock, paying close attention to his crotch. We can't let that get burnt, can we???
Once Lance is fully lathered up with sunblock, I rub myself down, paying just as much attention to my crotch, put my sunglasses on, and carefully climb on to the mattress next to Lance, putting my arm behind his head and placing his over my stomach. Troy, being the ever so wonderful person he is, floats us out to the middle of the pool, ties off a rope attached to the side of the pool to one side of the mattress, then does the same to another rope on the other side, so that we don't float in to the side of the pool and leaves us to float around, embracing each other, and in perfect serenity, drifting off to sleep.
I begin to stir from my slumber. I recognise the weight next to me as Lance. I open my eyes and turn to my left, and look straight in to Lance's beautiful face.
`Hello handsome.' He says beaming that illuminating smile at me.
`Hello back beautiful.' I say raising my hand to his face and stroking his cheek.
`How'd you sleep?' He asks, pressing his cheek against my hand.
`Not too bad. How long were we asleep for?' I ask, idly caressing his cheek.
`Couple of hours. I feel a tad sunburnt.' Lance giggles quietly.
`Mmm, it is a bit warm, but I don't want to get off.'
I agree.' Lance says. Can I ask you a few questions?'
`Sure you can.' I say smiling at him.
`Well, the first one I asked you at the club last night. How did you become partner at your age?'
`Ah, well, dad used to be senior partner, in fact, his name is half of the practice. Green and Chadwick.'
`Okay, but still doesn't explain how you became partner.' Lance says curiosity etching across his face.
Automatically, my face tensed up with pain. `Well, when I was 18, mum and dad went on a cruise around the pacific. They were sailing between Fiji and Australia when a typhoon hit. The boat was caught in the storm and disappeared. No wreckage was found, no sign of mum and dad.'
Lance has a look of pain written across his face and tears forming in his eyes.
`Well, being an only child, everything my parents owned was passed to me. This included half of the business dad created, everything they owned plus their life insurance. They wanted to make sure if anything happened, I would be looked after.'
I'm so sorry that happened.' Lance says, tears falling slowly from his eyes. I'm sorry for bringing it up.' He says, looking down at his hands.
`Don't be. I'm kinda glad you did. Cause it makes this next bit easier for you to understand.'
Lance's eyes lit up to this. `Oh?'
`My ex, the hooker?' I ask him.
`Mmm?' Lance returns.
`Well, I was dating him at the time of the accident. At the time I didn't know he was "working" and like any good boyfriend, he was there to support me in my time of need. I stayed with him and his parents, which was the stupidest thing I'd ever done.' Lance's hand moved from my chest to my hand which he held firmly.
`When the will was read, I took him with me as support. Again, another stupid mistake. He heard EVERYTHING I was coming in to. The exact figures, property, shares, the whole lot. Somehow, he managed to convince me to sell a few of the possessions I got. But, I never saw the money for them. I was too emotionally distraught with what had happened, that I didn't notice at first, but several things disappeared as well as money. When I confronted him about it, his mother and father stepped in and well, suffice it to say, the shit hit the fan. I packed up and moved out, and when I settled in to my new place, I developed a stalker in him. He'd send me mail and call me, trying to freak me out. Well, his ultimate embarrassment was when my new boyfriend and I went out for a drink, we ran in to him and his "client" and well, he was rather shocked, and I just laughed and left. Then he turned up on my doorstep a couple of days later crying. I let him in, again, another stupid mistake. He attempted to attack my then boyfriend and I had to call the cops. We had him charged with assault and he served three months.' All through this reliving, Lance had a look of intriguing disgust on his face.
`I had no idea. Is everything okay now?'
`Well, my boyfriend at the time left shortly after he that. I then moved in to this apartment and left all of that behind me.'
`Wow. Quite a past you have there.' Lance says squeezing my hand.
`I guess so, but enuff of this. Let's go do something fun. What ya wanna do?' I ask returning his squeeze.
`I dunno, shall we go do a movie? There's a good one on at the moment.'
`Sounds great. Let's go.' I say to Lance and an evil grin cracks my face. Lance looks at me and I gently push Lance backward off the mattress and into the water. He comes up for air and laughs full heartedly and pushes the mattress over and I fall into the water. We galavant around in the water for a minute or so, then climb out, put some clothes on and head out the door.