Date: Sat, 23 Jun 2012 07:58:39 -0400 (EDT)
From: zak556@aol.com
Subject: Towel Boy Plus ? Chapter 2

This is a story for adult men. It depicts gay sex and is a fantasy. Always,
always play safe and don't take chances - condoms are your friend. If you
have any comments, please send them to zak556@aol.com. Enjoy!


Towel Boy Plus - Part 2


The next morning, he stood at John's door again, tentatively knocking.

"In," John bellowed.

Daniel entered and stood in front of John's desk hoping he wouldn't have to
wear that "uniform" again.

"I don't want to have to tell you every day," John snapped. "When you
report for work, strip immediately. Understand?"

"Yes sir," Daniel replied as he removed his clothes.

John smiled. "Good boy. You'll learn. Get over here so I can get a feel."

Daniel walked to where John was sitting and presented his cock for
inspection.

"Still a bit stubbly," John commented rolling Daniels cock and ball around
in his one hand, checking Daniel's pubs with the other. "Every time you
shower, I want you to shave again. Every time. I never want to feel any
stubble."

"Yes Sir," Daniel replied, resigned to his situation.

"I think I could use a blowjob before you get started," John
smirked. "We'll get you warmed up for the day."

Daniel reached down and undid John's pants, as John lifted his ass from the
chair, Daniel slid his dress slacks down and went to work.

Once John's load was well deposited down Daniel's throat, he sat back, his
arms behind his head and just sighed.

"You're gonna be worth every sent," he beamed as he ran his hands all over
Daniel's body. "Let me check out that hole of yours," he went on as he bent
Daniel over his desk. He spread his cheeks and pushed a finger deep into
Daniel's ass.

"Damn tight," He commented. "We're gonna have to loosen this up. You ever
think about the possibility of getting fucked? You've fucked girls, ever
wonder what it would be like on the receiving end of a good fuck?"

"No," Daniel blurted, disgusted at the idea.

"Don't worry," John assured, "I'll be your first and I'll be gentle. At
least until I get you jelly hole loosened up."

John gave Daniel's balls a tight feel. "Yah, nice and full, I can tell you
didn't jack off. As ordered, just as I want."

"I've got a special job for you this morning," he continued.  "We've got a
potential client, a big shot from downtown whose considering membership in
our club, not only for him but several employees too. I want you to give
him a visit, show him our brochure and a contract. If you get it signed,
there'll be a $100 bonus in this weeks check. I really want this contract,
so do whatever it takes to get him on board."

Daniel just stood waiting for more direction. "I'm confused, I'm not a
salesman. I don't know enough about the club's services."

"You can do it," John encouraged. "Just wiggle that cute ass of yours and
show him what a great body, a good workout can result in."

"Shall I put my clothes back on then," Daniel asked.

"I want you to wear your white shorts, but a club t-shirt with our logo on
the front."

"The shorts are so tight and short," Daniel pleaded.

"We want this deal," John went on. "Consider it advertising, and consider
it job security. Your job security."

Daniel moaned as he pulled on the tight shorts, the t-shirt and slipped
into his running shoes. He followed John's directions and drove downtown to
a high-rise office building. At the receptionist, he announced himself and
whom he was there to see. The hot young girl behind the desk, could barely
take her eyes off Daniel's bulge.

He was announced and directed down the hall to a huge mahogany door with
"President" displayed in the polished brass plague. He knocked.

"Come in," answered a deep voice from within.

Daniel opened the door and walked into the beautiful corner office, with
glass around two sides and gleaming bookshelves and polished furniture all
around. An older guy probably in his late fifties sat behind the desk, in
an expensive navy blue suit and a crisp white shirt and pink tie. He was a
big man not only in size but in presence-a man of power.

"You're Daniel," he stated, "from the health club obviously."

"Yes sir," Daniel replied, " I have a brochure to show you and a contract
for your signature."

"Hold on there boy," the man halted, "not ready to sign on the dotted line
till you sell me the goods. And it looks like you're selling them all
right."

His eyes trailed from Daniel's ruffled blond hair, down the well-developed
chest to the tight-fitting white nylon shorts, displaying all he had to
hide.

"Come around here and show me the brochure," the exec ordered.

Daniel moved around behind the desk and spread the brochure out in front of
the older guy. The man stood and studied the information, the photos and it
seemed, Daniel. He rested his hand on Daniel's shoulder.

"Your boss sure wants my business," he continued. "He said you're here to
convince me. So, convince me."

"Well," Daniel stuttered, not knowing what to say. "It's a great place, all
the modern workout equipment, a fully stocked juice bar, Sauna, Pool, all
clean and state-of-the-art."

As Daniel described the little he knew about the facility, he felt the guys
hand slide down his back and onto the slick material of the shorts. It
rested there, squeezed slightly.

"Looks like the gym has done a lot for you," he commented. "This is one
tight ass."

"A gym's a gym though," the guy barked as he took off his coat and loosened
his tie. "I said convince me."

Daniel saw that the man was looking at Daniel's cock area, smiling, he
knew. He reached for the man's monogrammed belt buckle and pulled it
loose. Then he unfastened his pants and pulled them down. Through the silk
boxers, he felt the guy's hardening cock, his heavy balls.

"Take 'em off," the exec ordered.

Daniel pulled them down and sliding to his knees leaned in, licked the
man's shaft.

"Let's get you naked first," the guy directed pulling Daniel to his feet,
pulling the T-shirt off and pushing Daniels shorts down and off. "Better,"
he smiled. "Now suck!"

Daniel retuned to his knees and studying the man's gray pubs, he dove
in. He licked the length, sucked each ball, then both balls. He twisted his
head from right to left, tightened his lips around the man's fully hard
stem, slid up and down, in and out.

"Wholly Fuck," the man shouted. "I've gotta sit down, you're making me weak
in the knees."

He sat back in his leather chair and Daniel lunged back on his pole. Deeper
and deeper he drove on the cock. He relaxed his throat, swallowed as John
had taught him and took the guy's cock deeper and deeper. His hands drove
up under the guy's starched white shirt, the shiny silk tie and felt his
chest thick with hair, his hard nipples. He squeezed and rolled them as the
guys moans got louder and louder. He sucked deep, pressing the sides of his
mouth around the cock. He felt every ripple of vein along the shaft, he
moved like an animal driven out of control.  Faster and faster he fucked
his own mouth with the man's thing, the hot cock he devoured inch by
inch. He rolled the heavy balls like golf ball-sized toys around in his
hands as he jammed deeper. He made it all the way to the base, the guy's
cock was completely down his throat. Daniel's nose was jammed tight into
the guy's stomach.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," is all the guy could say through breathing so deep, the
sounds filled the office suite.

All the way up to the tip, all the way down to the base, again, and again,
and again. Somewhere deep inside, Daniel seemed to understand the exact
pace the guy wanted and matched it over and over.  And then, an eruption, a
violent and splashing spray of cum that Daniel tasted and swallowed shot by
shot, load by load, every drop. He sucked the man dry, when the cumming
subsided, he sucked still. He cleaned the guy dry and still held his cock
buried in his throat.

As the man lay back in his chair, his breathing finally slowed, he raised
his head and looked down at Daniel, his cock still buried in his mouth. He
reached down and ran his fingers through Daniel's golden curls, stroked his
face. Daniel noted the warm and complete smile, the contentment that he'd
given the man and still he held tight on the penis. He gently stroked it
with his tongue as it lay soft in his mouth. He sucked lightly as he played
with the cock, his hands still buried under the shirt, feeling the man's
breathing.

Slowly the man pulled Daniel off his cock, it popped free and Daniel kissed
it.

"Get my pen," was all the guy could say.

Daniel returned with the signed contract and number five under his belt.
Five men's cocks - his mouth.