Date: Mon, 25 Jun 2018 21:52:55 -0600 (MDT)
From: kro6@comcast.net
Subject: Dancer Brad - Chapter 2

Dancer Brad - Chapter 2

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>From the end of Chapter 1:

Brad thought for a second, then said, "ask them to tell me that `Samson'
referred them to me, then I'll know it's legit and a possible meet.  Don't
promise anything, I can't always commit," Brad continued to rub the man's
dick hard, the fabric getting slightly sticky already. "But I'd commit to
seeing you again if you have the stamina, HA!"  Brad planted a hard kiss on
Greg, as the sound of a pant zipper coming down could be heard.

The next minute, all Greg could do was shout a silent scream as his head
rolled back and the boy took his 8 inch tool down to the root.

"Uggggh...ugggh, ok...ok...I'll tell hiiiiiiiimmmmmm..."

As much as Brad enjoyed the hooting and hollering while he was shaking his
stuff onstage, it was the tips of course that kept his spirits and energy
high.  Usually a Friday night was good for some serious coin -- the men in
their suits wanting to escape their work weeks (and their wives) and live a
little in the fantasy Brad brought to their otherwise boring lives.

So while the energy was in the crowd, their wallets were flat.  For the
second time that night, he couldn't seem to score much in the way of
serious money.  His first outing at 8 AM brought him in $40 -- FORTY SINGLE
DOLLAR BILLS!  "Fuck," he had thought, "Am I losing it already?  That's
less than half of what I should be attracting."

This second go around was much of the same.  Not that he should be
complaining.  Since his time with Greg three weeks ago, he hadn't really
needed to trick out as much after that profitable and seriously hot night
with the stud.  He had hoped he would see Greg again wanting another
round. Oh well, he had thought, there's always another one.

Almost done with this, his last and again, not-so-successful gig of the
evening, Brad noticed a handsome man sitting alone at a small table to his
left. "Why hadn't I noticed him before," he thought. "Look at how that
white dress shirt hugs the muscles underneath!"  Brad was getting boned up
a bit, which could killer hurt since he always wore a tight jock under his
skimpy outfit to make sure no wood was popped during his performance.

The guy noticed Brad looking his way and gave Brad a smile while sipping
his cocktail.  That's all the nudge Brad needed.  Shaking his most sensual
moves he slowly slithered on the stage and gave the hunk a semi-private
dance, Brad grinding his body into the stage floor, then turning around and
shaking his greatest asset just feet from the stud sitting below.

When Brad turned back the man had gotten up out of his chair and was
standing inches from Brad, and with a come hither flick of his hand,
motioned Brad closer.  With a smile Brad approached, the guy flashed two
$100 bills and stuffed them in the front of Brad's tiny shorts, and
motioned Brad to bend down.

"I'm Richard you hot stud, Rick to my friends.  Samson sends his regards,"
he shouted face-to-face and over the music as he gave a devilish smirk, and
Brad thought, "God this guy smells great."  Only then did the man turn
around and go back to his seat, with Brad seeing a massively broad torso on
what must have been a 6' 4" frame, and what looked like one of the biggest,
most perfect muscle asses he had ever seen.

Brad redoubled his efforts for the crowd, the young stud now back flipping
across the stage to the music, his finale, if you will, coming to rest in a
split, double biceps flexing.  The crowd went wild, and Brad could see Rick
just sitting there, cool cat smirking through his last cocktail sip. Brad
walked over, hopped down quickly and asked Rick if he could wait five
minutes while he showered and changed.

Rick leaned in and with a sultry low voice said, "Just change, you can
shower later.  If all goes well you and I will need several showers, don't
waste the water or time now."  Brad smiled and gulped at the same time.
"I'll be back in five."  Rick looked Brad up and down, "meet me in the back
parking lot in 4 minutes and 45 seconds, I won't be waiting much longer
than that."

Brad's eyes flew open and he quickly turned and ran into the dressing room.
The other dancers must have thought he was on an acid trip as he threw off
his costume, wiped his face best he could, and without saying a word to any
of the others, threw his clothes on and tore out the door.

He made it to the parking lot, but did not see Rick there. "SHIT!"  That
was probably a lot longer than 5 minutes and this guy wasn't fucking
around!"  As he turned to go back into the club, a pair of headlights hit
Brad's torso as a black Maserati screamed to a halt to his side.  The
tinted passenger window came down.  Rick leaned over and said "Get in."

Brad slipped into the passenger seat, the rich red leather seat fitting his
young, sweaty torso like he belonged in this vehicle.  They sped off as
Brad just kept looking at the car and at Rick.

"Maserati GranTruismo convertible. 454 horse power of
holy-shit-I-love-this-car."  Rick smiled and laughed, put his hand on
Brad's thigh as they continued down the road.  Now Brad had been with all
kinds of dudes, but he could tell Rick was built like a brick house.  His
hand engulfed Brad's thigh, powerful yet gentle at the same time. Brad
wondered if every body part on Rick was this big and this solid.  That made
Brad nervous and pop a boner all at the same time.

Rick could sense the nerves and felt bad for the kid, a little.  He knew
soon enough he'd be balls deep in this kid's throat and ass and they'd both
be loving every minute of it.  "Relax Brad, Greg said you're the best fuck
he ever had and you're good company.  I know we'll have a good time," and
with that, Rick moved his paw over Brad's crotch and gave an ever-so-slight
squeeze.

Brad sucked in all the air in his lungs he could gather.  "So where are we
going, if it's ok to ask." Rick laughed, "yeah it's ok.  I'm back home in
town for a long weekend before leaving late Monday for work.  I thought if
we get along you might want to stay `til then.  Up to you and of course, up
to me.  We'll see how it goes."

Rick knew how this worked, to keep the kid's focus on him was everything.
Rick popped the glove box and handed Brad an envelope.  "For starters, for
you, count it."  Brad opened it and counted twenty more $100 bills.  $2,200
already and he hadn't so much as kissed this man.  Brad was all in, knew
this guy was serious, and now it was Brad's turn to get that way too.

"Let's get a move on Rick -- I'm going to eat you alive!"

"Oh you're going to eat something alright," Rick said with a devilish
smile.  And with that he opened up the Maserati for the short drive back to
his foothills home.

Pulling up to what Brad could only describe as a mansion, they parked the
sports car in the massive garage next to three other vehicles.  Taking
Brad's hand, Rick's massive paw but, again, gentle tugging led them into
the stunning home and into the custom kitchen.  "Just let me grab some
champagne and a couple of glasses and we can head upstairs," Rick said,
still holding Brad's hand, chest to chest, the trick's gorgeous brown eyes
drilling holes into Brad's soul.  Brad just gulped and smiled and felt a
small wet spot form in the front of his pants.

They walked up the spiral staircase and down to the last room of the hall,
and Brad's mouth dropped when he saw the four poster bed surrounded by
every creature comfort known to man.  "Bathroom's to the left," Rick
smiled, "I figured you might want to get cleaned up?"  Brad just smiled,
and even though there was only a 4 inch height difference between them,
Brad arched up quickly on his tippy toes and gave Rick a quick tongue kiss.

"Oh am I going to treat you right tonight," Brad whispered. "I know you
will," said Rick, and with that Brad turned to the bathroom, not before
getting a hard swat on his ass.

Brad returned in just a towel, barely dried off to give his lean muscle
frame an even sexier look.  He found Rick still fully clothed in an arm
chair beside the bed, sipping his champagne.  Brad went over and just
kneeled in front of Rick, and started to play with his cock under his dress
slacks.  "Shit," Brad thought, "feels like a fucking huge one."

Rick reached over and filled a glass and offered it to the boy. "Drink up
and enjoy, we have plenty of time together."  Now normally Brad wouldn't
accept anything, and especially on an empty stomach, but he thought in this
case not to decline.  He downed the glass in one quick succession of gulps.

"Damn boy, I hope you're slower with my junk than you are with alcohol,"
Rick said, tilting his head back and laughing.  This was the opening Brad
needed.  As much as Rick thought they had all night, Brad was going crazy
to get this man in bed, and as Brad hadn't cum in three days, he was boned
up to the max under the towel.

When Rick threw his head back, Brad threw his mouth onto Rick's pant fabric
and started chewing the huge rod.  Brad couldn't see the huge smile on
Rick's face as he poured himself another glass of Dom.  But Brad could hear
the soft moans and the quicker breathing above him, Rick ever so slowly
humping the boy's face.

"Yeah," said Rick, "get it nice and hard.  Go on pull it out."

Brad looked up, and as he undid Rick's belt, Rick starting unbuttoning his
dress shirt. Just as Brad had the belt off and was unzipping his pants,
Rick moved the shirt over his shoulders and flung it to the side.  Brad was
stunned.  He didn't know what to say about this man with cannonball
shoulders, massive, slightly hairy chest, small waist, and a six pack of
ravioli-like abs.

Brad took Rick's pants off and over massive, beautiful thighs, quickly
shucked his designer underwear off, and saw the most beautiful cock he had
ever laid eyes on.  Rising over 9 inches and over 7 inches around, it had a
thick, powerful vein going up the entire side, a perfect tool for this
powerful, perfect god he was worshipping.  Brad could feel the drool
forming in his cheek.

"Take off your towel, I want us both naked," Rick demanded.  Brad threw his
towel off as he glided his lips over the perfect corona before him, already
slick with Rick's precum.  "Mmmmmm," came out of Brad, "tastes sooooooo
good," the heat beginning to pour off the crotch.  "Aaaahhhhh" (he moaned
softly), "I love a man who smells like a fucking man," Brad continued.

Brad starting licking up and down, moving his fist slowly over the head
down the shaft, taking in Rick's moans, enjoying the soft touch of Rick's
hand behind his head, guiding his efforts and rewarding him with a steady
stream of nectar.  All of a sudden Rick stood up.

"Here, let me help you," and with that Rick took both of Brad's hands in
one of his, held them over Brad's head, and shoved his dick in to the root,
his balls slapping against Brad's chin.  Then he picked up the pace.

"Oh yeahhhhh, that's a good little slut boy, take daddy's dick, such a good
throat."  At this point Brad was being assaulted, Rick not even bothering
to take the massive pole out of the boy's velvety throat, just taking half
of it out just to slam it in again, Brad now helpless as both of his hands
were in Rick's right paw as the man's left hand kept Brad's face smashed
into his groin.

Brad began worrying what he might have gotten himself into.  At the same
time, Brad had never been harder, this was some of the hottest sex he had
had and they hadn't even really gotten started!  He thought his dick would
snap in two as he coughed and spit on the largest dick he ever chomped down
on.

Just then Rick's assault stopped. "Getting too close," he heaved, "haven't
shot a load in 6 days knowing we'd be together, I want you on the bed."
Rick picked Brad up off the ground and shoved his massive tongue down the
boy's throat, enveloping him completely around his waist with his powerful
arms, Brad clawing at the man's back, breathless, never wanting this to
stop.

Rick led him to the edge of the bed, ordered Brad to get on the bed on his
back, with his head hanging over the side.  Brad got a huge smile and did
as he was told, which turned Rick on even more.  Rick bent down and pressed
the boy's head between his hands and kissed Brad upside down.  "Such a
beautiful boy," he kept whispering as their tongues battled for supremacy
upside down, Brad's groans getting louder and more urgent, his own cock
aching for attention.

"Face fuck me again," Brad pleaded.  "Again?" Rick said.  "Oh no, my
beauty, before was just to get you warmed up and loosened up a bit.  THIS
is a face fuck!"  And with that, Rick shoved his cock down the boy's
esophagus, and with his hands controlling the boy's head completely from
behind, began sawing in and out like both of their lives depended on
cumming.

Brad was beside himself, trying to breathe, trying to wrestle his head out
of the man's grip, all the while going crazy on the precum flowing down his
throat.  Just then Rick let up, and went over to the nightstand.  "Boy, I
have to have you loosen up some more for the grand finale. Can't have you
passing out on me.  Not that I would stop, but I want you to savor the
taste."

Rick gave the boy the popper bottle, not asking if he wanted it.  Brad
turned his head to the side and sniffed in big in both nostrils in their
turn, and soon found himself floating in space. But he was brought down to
reality as Rick's thick meat found its way to the back of his throat again,
but this time it seemed so much easier to take.

`Ugghhhh, that's it boy, take that meat.  Show daddy how much you like
it. Oh my god...ohhhh GOD!!!"  Rick kept pummeling that throat, Brad's head
immobile now as Rick smashed his dick into the boy's soft, velvet throat,
his huge bull balls making an audible slapping noise on the boy's forehead.

Over and over again Rick's cock found its mark, his dick full of throat
saliva that clung thickly to it and to the boy's face, Brad catching
precious breaths as his throat was annihilated.

"You ready for me boy?  You ready for a stomach breeding."  It didn't much
matter if Brad was ready or not, the massive dick kept hitting his throat
and Brad was incapable of anything but taking it.  In the few moments Brad
could think coherently, he hoped he would survive this onslaught in order
to be able to feel that meaty dick up his tight ass.

"Gonna destroy this face with 6 days of spooge. You ready for my load
boy...Ohhh GOD!" Rick pulled his cock out, Brad sucked in as much air as
his throat could take, and Rick unleashed his pent up babies.  The first
shot was aimed at Brad's chin, and splashed off of it and flowed down the
kid's neck. The second shot hit the boy's nose, quickly followed by a third
and fourth that drenched the boy's cheeks and eyes.

The fifth one Rick saved for the boy's throat, as Brad tasted the purest
cum he had ever known. This was followed by a sixth, seventh, and eighth
blast down the kid's throat, the taste intoxicating, the cum now
overflowing out of lips onto his already destroyed face.

Rick pulled his dick out and let the boy suckle on the last dribbles that
continued to flow.  Heaving his mighty chest with relief, Rick knelt down
and started cleaning the boy's face of his own DNA, then spitting it in the
boy's mouth and sealing his mouth over the boy's lips, both men losing
themselves in a long, cummy kiss.

Rick pulled back and just smiled, Brad wiped his eyes, looked up, threw his
hands back and just smiled. "Holy shit," the boy said. "Best blowjob of my
life...what a stud, I'm a fucking mess!"  Rick just continued to smile
down, admiring this boy's attitude after completely drenching him inside
and out.  "Come on, let's hit the shower," and Rick picked up the boy, gave
him one more cummy kiss, and walked him to the bathroom.

Brad just smiled when Rick walked him to what Brad earlier thought looked
more like a spaceship than a shower.  "It's a steam and a regular shower,"
Rick said as if reading Brad's mind.  "You're sure going to enjoy it."
Rick worked the rainfall shower into a warm flow as he hugged Brad under
it, both hugging and kissing each other and washing the cum and sweat off
of their hard, tight bodies. Both guys were hard again from the sword fight
friction their dicks had created, Brad still waiting to cum, he thought his
dick could hammer nails right about now.

Brad was going to go down on Rick but Rick stopped him. "No, just turn
around and face the wall," Rick said as he shut the waterfall shower off
and started pressing other buttons.  As Brad faced the wall, his ass
sticking out towards Rick, Brad felt a light, fragrant steam envelop him
and the whole shower area. "It's vanilla," Rick said as if again reading
the hot stud's mind, "hope you like it."

Brad was going to respond but suddenly he felt the end of Rick's sharp
tongue invade his open, relaxed hole.  "Ohhhhhhhhh" Brad moaned as he
pushed his ass into Rick's face.  Rick carefully used his giant hands to
separate the boy's perfect cheeks and really went to town on Brad's pucker,
spearing his tongue in and out, faster and faster, savoring the ass sweat
that was hitting his lips. "Fucking sweet hole," Rick said as he went back
in for more.

Brad was beside himself, ready to blow his load just from the tongue
attack, and Rick sensed this and stopped.  "No Brad, I want you to cum
another way."  Brad grabbed the bottle of Gun Oil sitting on the shower
wall, slathered his fingers in the silicone, and then slowly shoved his
middle digit up the boy's chute.  "Oh my god fuuuuuuck," was all that could
come out of Brad, that and a stream of heavy precum.

Rick was smiling and sweating profusely, both from the steam which he now
turned down, and from the excitement of this boy who was stimulating him in
ways even he didn't imagine.  Rick was as hard as he was before he dumped a
quart of juice on Brad on the bed, wanted to fuck this boy so bad.  He knew
holding out would be that much more sweet and pulled it out.

Brad turned around to see Rick put the finger that was just up his hole and
another finger in his mouth, covered them with spit, and viciously
reinserted both.  "Fuuuuuuuuck," is all that Brad could squeal over and
over again, this hot man had sucked on his ass finger, he thought.  So
intimate.  So fucking dirty.

Two sloppy fingers went up the boy's hole, Brad now gasping for air, trying
to grab tiles, his cock leaking heavy on the tile floor below him.  "If you
get close to cumming DON'T," ordered Brad, "I want you to hold out," and
with that, Brad added a final, third digit and really started spearing them
in and out.  "Such a tight fucking hole, gonna love destroying you pretty
boy," Rick said.

"GOD STOP!" Brad screamed, "gonna cum, please fuck me already, I can't take
it."  Brad pleading with Rick, his head down in a pant, his ass sticking
out waiting to be railed, his dick leaking all over the tile floor below
him.  This is what Rick was waiting for, he knew this hot, handsome boy
would take him over the top if he could just get him to the edge.  He
slathered up his cock and slowly entered the boy.

"Ooohhh my goooooodddddd," Brad moaned softly, the precum getting heavier,
until Rick finally bottomed out.  Pulling Brad up to his chest, he just let
the boy get used to his dick while they kissed like crazy teenagers. As
Rick's dick slowly sawed into the boy, he took his slicked hand and
massaged the boys cock, the young dick straining for release, steady moans
coming out of Brad's mouth as Rick attacked the boy's face like a rapid
dog.

Rick released the boy and bent him over, Brad's ass hugging tight to Rick's
member, almost squeezing the circulation out of it.  "Not gonna last long,"
Rick thought, "time to give this kid his release," and so Rick started
pumping into the boy faster, holding onto Brad's shoulders while he pounded
away.

"You like that giant rod up your hole boy?  You like a real man raping that
gape of yours?  Yeah, cum for me pretty boy, cum for me." Rick took a hold
of Brad's waist and just rapid fire slammed his dick into the boy, sweat
pouring off of both men, the scent of animalistic man sex permeating the
small, wet shower space. Brad was straight-armed, pressed against the
shower wall for dear life, his grunts being matched by each vicious
pounding of his perfect ass.  All of a sudden Brad felt that tell-tale sign
and his balls turned to stone.  "nnnn...right there...riiiiiight fucking
there!


"FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!" Brad screamed as the first shot of cum hit the
shower wall, followed by five more blasts, each shooting out and hitting
the shower as Brad could barely think straight, his mind a blur, barely
noticing that Rick was obliterating his hole.

Out of nowhere Rick just stopped, "OH...MY...GOD," he screamed as he
flooded the boy's insides with man juice - Brad could swear he could feel
it scolding his insides.  Shot after shot of searing cum blasted his ass
walls, Rick shuttering on Brad's back as his rapid fire gun flooded the boy
with his DNA.  Still impaled on Ricks cock, Rick lifted the boy when he had
finished so they could kiss one last time.

What followed was an actual shower, the two studs shampooing, soaping and
genuinely having a great time with each other under the spray.  Rick the
perfect sex animal became Rick the gentle lover, and Brad responded in kind
with rubbing and petting and kissing.

After toweling off, they decided to hit the bed and relax a bit, the satin
sheets feeling oh so cozy against their naked muscles.  They talked a bit,
Brad telling Rick his story, then Rick letting Brad in on his life.  It
surprised Brad to know that Rick was only 30 -- he guessed the man's huge
muscles made him look more mature.  On a close inspection, the flawless
face, the gorgeous thick hair -- these were giveaways of the man's natural
youth.

"So I gotta ask," Brad started, "if it's ok, how the hell did you get all
this (pointing to the room and the house) at such a young age?  I'm sure
software sales can be good, but this is sick good!"

Brad just started to chuckle.  "Well I was lucky a college buddy's dad owns
a large software company, so he got me into the business right out of
school.  Business was ok, then in year 2, a business trip sent me to a
potentially new and mega huge company.  I was told it was a long shot but
to give it a try, I had been making sales quickly so they gave me, the
young stud, the chance.  I met with one of the vice presidents in charge of
sales decisions.  When he kept looking at me up and down I was weirded out
at first, then I figured, why not use it to my advantage."  Brad's dick was
already getting hard.

Rick continued.  "So he asked me out to dinner to discuss our software and
how it would fit his company, then invited me back to his place for a night
cap.  He told me we could help each other, and how the software and I were
good "fits."  A good looking dude, he was around 35, and in great shape.  I
told him to get cleaned out.  He told me the same!  We fucked each other
all night, practically split him open with my power tool.

Anyway, I got the sale, it ended up being an almost exclusive deal with my
firm, it increased our entire company's sales by nearly 100%, and I got a
promotion, a huge raise, and all the potentially sweetest software sales.
From then on, not only did I fuck my way through a good chunk of sales, I
asked for part of my compensation to be in stock in any public companies we
did business in.  Some of those have already made it huge, and here I am.

"Yeah, I can see how huge it's gotten for you," Brad said as he rubbed
Brad's member to its full 9 inch height. He put his face into Brad's
crotch, "I just LOVE the way you SMELL," and with that Brad started lightly
licking Rick's taint, his balls, the lower end of his dick, causing Rick to
squirm in the bed, beads of sweat forming on his body.  Brad quickly moved
up and smashed his lips into Rick's, "taste your manliness you glorious
stud," as Brad shoved his tongue down Rick's throat.

Rick closed his eyes only to feel Brad adjust his position and start
licking his taint again.  "You know..oohhh my GOD," Rick tried to speak,
"the shower fuck was a warm up.  Let me really fuck you now."  Brad just
looked up at Rick with his baby blues, held onto his rod with his right
fist as he licked the head.  Brad didn't say a word, he just kept looking
at Rick and ever so gently sucked his gland.  Rick leaned down and took
Brad's face in his hands and kissed him roughly.  "I could get use to this
pretty boy."

Rick threw the top layer of sheets off and positioned Brad on the end of
the bed on his back.  Slathering his dick in lube, Rick pulled Brad's ass
towards him as he stood by the side of the bed, and with one quick thrust,
shoved his meat into Brad's already lubed hole.

"CHRIST!" Brad screamed, "suck a fucking huge, beautiful dick, fuck me
stud, FUCK ME!"  Rick just smiled and started slowly impaling the boy on
his cock, then worked into a quicker rhythm, until Rick was pounding the
boy's hole into utter submission, sweat pouring off the man, Brad shaking
his head back and forth in both pain and utter ecstasy.

"I'm getting close Rick, you keep fucking me and I'm gonna explode!"  Rick
stopped, his breathing got calm, he leaned over and kissed Brad and
whispered in his ear, "put your hands around my neck and hold on."


Brad did as he was told, and like he weighed nothing, Rick picked the boy
up and carried him over to the bedroom wall, each bounce sending shockwaves
up Brad's ass.  At the wall, his dick having slipped out, Rick held Brad up
with his left hand, then shoved his cock up the boy's tight, sweet chute.
It was then that Rick starting jack hammering Brad up and down his cock
like it was the last fuck either of them would ever get.  Brad let out a
silent scream as he was obliterated on the stud's dick, bouncing up and
down on the power tool like a rag doll.  There were no words for what he
felt as the assault continued unabated, sweat dripping off of both men, the
smell of primal sex filling the room.

"AAAAAGHHHHHH!!"  Brad let out a high-pitched yell as his cock exploded
between them, cum pouring out in between their sweaty chests.  "YEAH BOY,"
Rick shouted, "CUM FOR YOUR DADDY YOU BEAUTIFUL PIECE OF MEAT."  Rick
growled and kept up the assault as Brad kept cumming and cumming until the
stream turned into a dribble, Brad barely conscious as the super stud
pounded his hole into mush, the boy limply rising and falling with each
powerful thrust.

For ten more minutes Rick destroyed Brad's hole, the boy hard again and
dribbling constantly from the assault, his head bobbing onto Rick's
powerful shoulder, his sweaty hair bouncing off the sweaty muscular
cannonball as he was quickly lifted and dropped, over and over again,
loving every second of his hole's destruction, even if barely conscious.

"What a SWEET...FUCKING...HOLE!!!" Rick exclaimed as Brad screamed into
Rick's ear and Rick's dick felt like it would snap as Brad's ass tightened
around it, and the boy had his second orgasm in this position while he was
pummeled against the wall.  "OH FUUUUUCK!"  Rick roared as the sweet, tight
ass caused him to unleash another load up the boy's chute, now kissing Brad
wildly as Rick's volley of seed filled the boys' perfect opening. Both men,
breathless and in a tight embrace, kissed one last, long time.

Holding him tight and still impaled on Rick's giant rod, Brad slowly came
down from the best sex he had ever experienced.  "Fuck," was all that Brad
could get out. Rick looked at Brad with almost tears in his eyes and told
him, "Now that was a perfect fuck...thank you."  He dropped Brad and they
kissed for a while.  "I hope there's enough warm water," Brad said between
kisses.  They both laughed and made their way to the shower.

Brad stayed the rest of the weekend, with more of the same, sucking and
fucking.  Fucking on the bed, on the floor, in the armchair, ON the
armchair, on the stairwell, in the kitchen.  They were going to go out for
a bite in the Bentley, but looked at each other and just fucked each other
in the car.  In between, they talked, laughed, swam, worked out naked in
Rick's private gym (fucking on the flat bench), took in a movie and
numerous meals, and genuinely enjoyed each other's company.

Twice Rick disappeared out of bed only to come back squeaky clean and
demand to be fucked hard by the kid.  "Who am I to say no," Brad thought,
as he dumped two loads into the most perfect, meatiest ass he had ever
seen.  It was a perfect weekend for both, and went by quickly for each.

Late Sunday, lying in bed, totally exhausted but so content, Rick said, "I
have a software conference I am going to in the Bahamas in two weeks.  The
conference is only 3 days long, the rest of the time is mine to enjoy.  I'd
really like you to come along.  "I'll pay you for the week we will be
together.  Oh and here is something extra for this weekend, for all the fun
and great companionship you've given me."

Brad opened the envelope and counted an additional $4,000!  His head was
spinning, not from the money, but from what he could hardly believe he was
about to say.

"Thanks Rick, but I can't take the money."  Rick was dumbfounded.  "You
earned it pretty boy, this was absolutely the BEST time I've ever had with
anyone. You earned it for sure, and not just from the sex.  I had a really
good time being around you...and in you," he smiled.

"I had a great time with you," Brad stated, "God I can't believe this," and
with that Brad just sat up in the bed and looked out into the open bedroom
space.  "I like you Rick.  I like you A LOT.  Everything just feels like
it's changing...like it has changed for me.  I like you enough that I'll
take the initial money you gave me, but I don't want the extra money for
the time we've spent together, and I can't go to the Bahamas with you if
you pay me for that as well."

Rick was not confused.  He couldn't see the pain in Brad's eyes but he felt
a bit of an ache himself, and he snuggled up behind Brad and held the boys
shoulders, one in each hand and started.

"Brad the time with you was special.  From what you said I think it was
special for you too.  How about we both sleep on it tonight, and we can
talk in the morning about you joining me in the Bahamas as my date?"

Brad turned and looked at Rick, looked into those mesmerizing eyes, feeling
close for the first time to someone, letting Rick in.  Brad pushed Rick
back as they started to kiss, Rick reading Brad's mind for the last time
that night, knowing that what the boy was thinking was what he was thinking
too. "Amazing guy, can't wait to see what tomorrow brings."

The End.

Hope you all enjoyed this short two-chapter story.  Feedback always
welcome, especially if things got messy on your end.