Date: Thu, 4 Jan 2007 11:45:33 -0700
From: Jay roberts <diplomat1501@msn.com>
Subject: "I Must Have Christopher" by Jay Roberts    Gay Adult Friends

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I am Robert Westgate.  Perhaps you know the name.  I was featured in
Fortune Magazine as the youngest CEO in the securities field.  Yes, I'm not
yet thirty.  The article featured a picture of me.  There I was in swimming
shorts, caught diving into my estate swimming pool.  I had to admit I
looked good in all the pictures.  I six feet one, dark curly hair, strong
square handsome face with twice a day whiskers.  My body is partly the
creation of three hours per day, three days a week in the gym.  I have a
fair amount of black swirling hair on my chest and belly.  I don't shave my
body nor shape my public hair.  I think natural is best.  I am an
aggressive guy.  I wouldn't have gotten this far had I not been.  I clawed
my way up from a poor family, got a college scholarship for my bachelor's
degree and another for my MBA.  My first job was with one of the big
brokers.  I tied the record for sales the first year I was there.  Within
three years I started my own company.

I am gay.

I have avoided sex, male or female since college.

Why?

If it got around my business would suffer.  Brokers have very little
tolerance to people who are "different".

I decided that if priests can do it, I can do it too.  After all, I have
outstanding self-discipline.

Well it worked perfectly.  I folded my sexuality into my work.  It helped
give my drive and concentration and single mindedness.  Yes, it worked
until Christopher applied for a position.

Let me digress to explain my hiring philosophy.  I favor hiring athletes.
Why?  Because they are hard drivers, brave and aggressive, but I like that
tempered with some sensitivity so they are not just beasts.  The perfect
hire might be a guy who was a college quarterback yet played the violin
with concert quality expertise.  I think you got the idea.

I had already formed a team of six brokers.  They were independent in their
compensation and allowed to leave and make outside calls or use the phone.
The compensation was outstanding in the industry so everyone wanted to work
for me.

I got a call from a professor from Columbia University, where I obtained my
MBA.  He was my favorite instructor.  He told me that he never gets
involved in recommending students, but this young man, Christopher Manly
was so outstanding and so fit the profile of the type of agent that I
sought.  I agreed to interview him.  The appointment was set for the
following Wednesday.

My secretary buzzed that a C. Manly was outside to see me.  Truthfully I
had forgotten the appointment, but I had a few minutes and asked that he be
sent in.

When he walked in the door I was immediately taken with him, so forcefully
that I stuttered and behaved strangely.  I don't know what he must have
thought of me.  Now this is strange because the company was filled with
ex-jocks.  I knew they were hot and attractive, but I never felt that they
were candidates for intimacy.  This young man was my fantasy of sexual
desirability.  He was an inch or two shorter than I, but bigger in the
shoulders and chest.  His small waist was a surprise in one so muscular.
When he sat down I could see his strong thighs that pressed out against his
trousers.  He had bright blue eyes that seemed to crackle and send sparks.
The rest of his face was perfection: his long thin nose, arched eyebrows
and wavy dark blonde hair.  He was especially breathless in seeing his
mouth.  It was wide and arched to a center that pouted as though he was
saying "Who?".

I shook myself and got into CEO gear.  I extended my hand.  He took mine in
his very large one and clasped me warmly.  "I'm so glad to meet you
Mr. Westgate.  Professor Stein constantly refers to your talents in
creating a new type of brokerage house."

His voice was deep, buzzy, and intimate.  The kind of voice that would
whisper in your ear and turn you to jelly.

I held my calls and devoted a half hour to interviewing the lad.  I learned
he was twenty-four, his sport was volleyball and he received a partial
scholarship from that.  His father died before he was born.  His mother
worked for an international relief organization and he had lived in several
countries during his growing up period.  He spoke three languages.  Was he
married?  No.  Prospects of marriage?  Dim, he told me, as he had no girl
friend.

Now our interviews get real personal.  He had regular sex.  Different girls
on dates.  He did not consider himself an expert lover, but he felt that he
loved giving pleasure and that made him popular with the various girls he
dated.  He admitted to feeling uneasy if he didn't have sex for more than
two days.  His sexual practices were more varied than most of the guys we
interviewed.  He loved oral sex, both giving and receiving.  He
experimented with bondage.  Drugs?  Sometimes pot on weekends.  Attitude
toward homosexuals?  I don't know any personally, but as long as they leave
me alone I have no strong opinions.

I hired him.  I left his training to my top producer, Greg O'Brien.

I got a report after a month from Greg.  "He doesn't need me anymore.  He's
a go-getter.  And he'll make lots of money for himself and us.
And......he's a really nice guy.  We played squash together.  He's a
phenomenal athlete, but very modest.  You did good boss."

Naturally I saw Christopher, name called Chris by everyone, as I walked
past his little office or on my way in our out.  He smiled pleasantly at
me, just the proper way for an employee to an employer.  He became in a
short time a very popular guy.  The women loved him.  He always asked with
a "please" and always thanked them.  No flirting, but the guy was so hot,
it wasn't necessary.

After he had worked for us for three months, I sat at my desk and I decided
that life was too short.  I was getting frequent hard ons over this guy.  I
had to have him.  How?  First of all he obviously was not gay.  Secondly,
as his boss I had to be careful of sexual harassment actions against me,
not to mention my reputation.  I considered all sorts of possibilities,
some laughable: Drugs? chloroform? Hire thuds to kidnap him?  Get him
drunk?  Hire a hypnotist?  None of these was safe or practical, besides I
didn't want to harm him.  He was a valuable employee.  I not only began to
like him, but I felt protective, like an older brother.

I told the story to an old classmate of mine.  He was gay.  We never "did"
it together but he was a confidant.  When I described the situation, he
said, "Why not just ask him?"

It seemed logical and sane.  Naturally there were risks, but I they were
worth it.  I asked Chris to step into my office.  I told him how pleased I
was with his progress.  He beamed and blushed with his perfectly shaped
white teeth.  (Oh how can I stand being in the same room with this boy
without grabbing him?)  I invited him to come to my estate for the weekend.
"This is not a business meeting, just some good food and swimming and may
you would like to use my gym set up."

He was very pleased.

Now I had occasional office parties at the house and grounds, but rarely
had I had a single employee over.  Chris arrived at the appointed time,
10:00AM the following Saturday.  Wow, he looked good enough to eat, and I
will, if I die trying.  He was wearing a white polo shirt and khaki shorts.
He looked younger than he did in his usual dress clothes.  I enjoyed his
strong legs decorated with blond hair on shins and thighs, and the knit
shirt showed off his chest development nicely.  He stood by his old Chevy
looking lost.  I came out of the side garage door and greeted him.  "Come
on along.  I made a late breakfast for us."

Chris is a good eater, a sign of his robustness.  I liked to see him shovel
in pancakes slurp coffee.  It was also a sign that he felt at ease.  We
talked business for a brief time.  "Hey man, I bet I interfered with your
usual Saturday morning sex romp."

"No-o-o, actually may present and now ex is not in the picture.  I guess
I'm back as a handy-dandy self-satisfier.  You know what I mean."

"Tell me about it.  I've been a monk for a long time, maybe five years
now."

"Whew, how do you stand it?  If I don't get off with a good fuck, I'm
hurting."

"Well, I can't hardly stand it, but I do.  I've enmeshed myself in work.
As you can see, it has paid off."

"It sure has, but now you ought to relax and cut loose.  You still a young
guy, maybe a few years older than me.  I could pass you a few sure thing
numbers."

"Thanks, that's nice.  Now let's see how the few years you got going for
you help you beat me in a free style race."

Chris's eyes lit up.  I could see that he loved a challenge.

We went into the cabana near the pool. He had brought a pair of sedate
tartan swim shorts.  "Hey kiddo, you can't race in those, they will slow
you down.  I got a selection of Speedos on the rear wall.  You can pick
between really brief ones like a male model or racing types."

I was undressing as we talked.  I stopped when I was nude and walked across
to the suits hanging there.  I chose a yellow string bikini, may ass cheeks
were shown to great advantage.  Chris looked me over, his hands on his
hips, "Nice, you were that on the beach and you will be
arrested.........or..........."

I finished it for him: raped?"

He was perfectly comfortable shucking his clothes and standing naked at the
rear picking a suit.  He picked a copy of the US Olympic suit, with the
flag on the front.  Yeah, I hope to raise that flag.

He sprinted to the pool and then stood and whistled.  "Hey, this is
competition size."

"You trying to chicken out?"

His answer was to take a sweet, neat surface dive into the pool and swim
with a graceful crawl stroke.  "Now that I see your crawl, maybe we should
limit the race to back stroke.  I won medals in that."

Chris laughed.  "I did too."

We raced each other several times.  Chris usually won, but I pulled a win
on one.

We caught our breath and sat on the lounge chairs.  The sun was beaming, as
it was noon.  I reached into the cooler and offer him a beer, and took one
for myself.

We sat together and sucked up about three beers apiece.  We both felt warm
and comfortably, not drunk, but lightly buzzed.

I decided this was the moment.  "Chris, I haven't had sex for so long
because the kind of sex I prefer would not fit into this profession."

He took that in.  "Kinky huh?"

"No gay."

"Whew, I didn't expect that.  You're such a macho guy."

I laughed, "You say that because you have all kinds of stereotypes.  I am
straight in every way except in bed."

"I hope you didn't invite me here thinking I might like a little........."

"I would never do anything to risk our relationship, or something you were
opposed.  However, I will admit that I find you extremely attractive and I
wish it were possible."

Chris was quiet a long time.  "I have thought what would I do if someone
offered me a lot of money to have sex with him.  I long ago decided that
even a real lot would compromise my ethics and morals.  And that is beside
the fact that I am definitely not turned on by guys."

"Are you repulsed by the idea of sex with men?"

"No, it's what I said, "I'm not turned on by guys.""

I drink a little more beer.  "I bet there is something that might make you
change your mind.  Speaking abstractly.  What about a brand new Corvette?"

"Now you're talking.  No I am only kidding.  Even that, as bad as want it,
won't do the trick.  Or make me the trick.  But, just speaking in the
abstract, and I don't want you to think that I am making a deal here, but
if you were to offer me the position of assistant to the head
broker/manager."

"Ha, you drive a hard bargain.  Let me think a minute."

"Wait Robert, you must realize that I was just kidding.  It's the beer
talking.  Forget I ever said that.  I apologize."

"Chris, it's true I want you, but I also realize that you are a great
employee, you're talented and will bring in lots of profits for the
company.  What I'm saying it that pushing you up fast may not hurt the
firm.  And.........it will sure benefit me.  But remember, this will be the
only one time."

"You're serious?  How can I can I refuse.  I can buy six Corvettes."  He
got up.  "How do we do this."

"Don't look like you're at the dentist for a tooth pulling.  I have enough
confidence to think that this will not be an unpleasant experience.  Follow
me upstairs to the bedroom, friend."

We walked together. I could see his right hand was shaking.  Once in the
room he sat on the edge of the bed.  "Should I take off the bathing suit?"

"Yeah, that would be a start.  I'm getting naked too.  That's the way we do
these things."

He laughed.  That was a good sign.  I came over and pushed his shoulder and
he fell on his back on the bed, his hands across his cock.  Ye gods, he
looked fabulous.  His belly was so nice, so smooth, so toned.  And his big
thighs ballooned out as he lay on them.  He didn't have these large pecs,
but his were tight and the nipple was positioned toward the bottom from his
muscular development.  His skin was pink white and the corolla of his tits
was pale, almost invisible, but the tits were nice and pink.

I sat next to him.  As my hip touched his, he flinched.  "Chris, you can
quit anytime you wish and I won't hold it against you."

"No get to it."

I touched his breasts.  That was a surprise to him.  I bet with all his
experience, no one has ever stimulated them.  He relaxed back onto the
pillow and closed his eyes.  I began softly rubbing them, them flicking my
finger across them.  Each intensity of action produced a favorable
reaction.  Then I used my nail and flicked harder.  He let out a masculine
grunt.  Good sign.  I might as well go for the bigger show.  I licked his
tits, back and forth and then sucked them gently.  He said "uh" a few
times.  Somewhat noncommittal I thought, but at least not negative.

He cleared his throat.  "I sort of thought the deal was that you were going
to jerk my off or suck me.  I hadn't expected this other stuff."

"I think you liked it, didn't you?"  I stroked his beautiful check as I
asked.

"Well yes, a bit, but......"

"Why don't you just relax and let the boss handle this."  I passed a finger
over his adorable mouth as I said this.  He also kissed my finger out of
reflex.

He signed and sank back on the bed.  I lifted his hands away from his cock.
It was basically soft, but slightly full.  It lay against one hip, the
foreskin slightly retracted and exposing a very pink shiny head.  I will
check it to see if any pre cum shows later.  That will be a definite sign.

He was surprised again as I did not dive for the prize, instead I softly
caressed his belly.  He murmured when I did that.  I decided he was a
sucker for babying.  Back and forth, soft and arithmetically I continued
for a long time.  He was faintly purring though I bet he didn't realize it.
What a sweetheart.  I tested him.  I lifted my hand and waited.  He opened
his eyes.  "Something wrong?"

"No I just wasn't sure you liked that.  Did you?"  I had to get a
commitment from him before proceeding.

"Yeah, it was okay."

"Should I continue?"

"If you want to."

"No, do you want me to?"

He said this impatiently.  "Yes, I want you to.  I also think we shouldn't
talk so much.  It breaks my mood.?

I laughed to myself.  He wants action.

This time I circled his cute inny navel.  Then I leaned down and licked in
and out of the hole.  He really liked this because his cock began to rise.
I could see more of the pink head.  I think he had a long head there inside
still to show. I loved long heads.

At last I reached below his balls and stoked the crease there.  That was a
surprise for him.  I think he was afraid I was going for ass hole.  But the
good feelings overtook him and he relaxed again, this time with he pretty
mouth slightly open.  This meant that his breathing was deepening.  I
checked his balls.  Nice and big, the sack droopy and warm.  I lifted the
sack gently and petted each side.  A flush was forming on his pale cheeks
and on his upper chest.  A lot of blood was rushing around my friend.
While I was tickling the underside of his balls (a sure turn on for most)
his hardening cock bumped my hand.  He said, "Sorry," softly.  Okay, he was
really getting into it.  He knew he was getting aroused.  To knowledge is
power.

I picked up his cock.  He took in a sharp breath.  I just held it and let
it harden in my cupped hand.  He was breathing harder.  I could see now
that there was sheen of moisture near his piss slit.  Another great sign of
participation, and that produced a slight odor.  I wonder if he smelled
himself.  That could really turn on a guy.  I put my thumb over the head
and swiped it once.  He stiffened. I think it scared him because it felt so
good.  I did it several times until I think it was more stimulation than he
could stand at this moment.  I put my fist around the shaft, my curled
index finger up close to the join of his foreskin and moved up and down
very gently, taking his foreskin with each stroke.  He gasped.  This was
more like the real stuff to him.  I could see that he was slightly,
unknowingly lifted his lips to get me to move faster and harder.  This boy
wants his cum when he wants it.  I have a feeling that he wasn't the great
lover in spite of all his conquests.  He's too much into getting off.  He
had told me that he likes oral, both giving and receiving and that probably
explains why his tongue has just licked his lips.  I began a more
conventional pressure and stroke.  He liked that, he moaned.  He tried to
suppress his further moans, but they burst forth.  I think he decided to
throw control to the winds and just enjoy the wank from his boss.

I leaned down and took the head of his penis in my mouth and licked the
slit.  He got a little bossy at that, he grabbed my head and tried to push
it down and at the same down pushed his hips up.  I lifted up as he pushed
so that he gained nothing.  This was my show.  I'll run it myself.

"Robert, are you planning to give me a blow job?  If so, please do it.  I'm
really hard up and wanting.  But if you don't want to, just jerk me.  Let
me lick you hand for moisture and go to work."

"Chris.  I'll give you to best blow job you have ever had."  He moaned at
my words.  "But I just want one little favor from you."

"No ass, not mine and not yours, or the deal is off."

"No nothing like that.  I just want you to take your hand and give a few
friendly strokes on my cock.  Look it's sticking up and leaking.  It needs
attention too."

"Robert.  You are trying to make me into a gay boy and I just haven't the
heart for it.  But if I do it once of twice will you get me off and drink
my cum?"

Where did that come from?  He must have been projecting that I would do
that.  Of course, I will but.........To my surprise I felt his warm hand
touch my cock.  He curled his fingers around it and gave a couple of
shakes.

"How did that feel to you Chris?  Was it horrible to do it?"

"No it was okay.

"Just do it five times with feeling and then I'll go to work on you."

I lay down, letting my cock stick up in the air pulsing with my heartbeat.
I kept my eyes closed so that he wouldn't think that I was examining him.
I heard him take a deep breath and then I felt a tentative single finger
touch the head of my circumcised cock.  Naturally it jumped in excitement.
He touched it again and again it jumped.  "It's a nice one," he said,
"Although I have only my own to compare."

I couldn't help tease him.  "Come on Chris.  I'm sure you took a peek at
the guys in the gym locker room."

"True, but not sexually, you know like you would check out a guy's arm
muscle."

"Sure," I said sarcastically.

"Will, five times you say.  I better get on with it so you can do your work
on me."

He curled his fingers around and gave a hard stroke, from root to head.
Not very sexy, but manly he must have thought.  This time he did it again,
slow and softer.  I moaned loudly.  "I must have done it right," he said.

"Again please," I groaned.  He began wanking me.  I was amazed.  He stroked
at least ten times.  "I'm getting pretty close.  You want me to spew?"

"No, that would mean I gave you a hand job."

"Okay, you did good.  I'll let you off the hook for the moment."

I took his cock back in my mouth and this time a suckled it and moved my
mouth up and down vigorously.  He was now crooning with pleasure.  Finding
him totally diverted by my sucking I reached a finger around his glorious
buns and stroked his anis.  He let out of howl.  "You fucker.  You're
playing me like a violin."

"But you love it."

"It ain't bad."

This time I allowed his cock to enter my throat.  I'm sure he never felt
anything like that before.  "Oh shit, this is too good.  I don't know how
long I can hold on."

I did two things at once that sent him to his own private cum heaven: I
swallowed with his cock in my throat, over and over again, and I took my
cheeky index finger and changed from stroking his puckered ring to
entering.  He put his hand on my shoulder and kneaded it, this pinched it
then began slapping it as his cum overtook him.  I never saw anyone get
such a bang out of coming.  He was almost in pain, shaking and drooling,
choking and crying out.  His quantity of cum was prodigious.  I kept
swallowing until I had to take my mouth away.  His sweet junior executive
spooge rolled down my chin and his cock still dribbled a little.

He lay there a pretty long time, taking deep breaths, swallowing and
shaking his head to clear it.  "That was a mind blower.  I never in my
whole life felt such a strong orgasm, and the sensations you produced the
whole time were so good, intoxicating.  I have to be careful not to get
hooked on this man sex."

I put my arm around his shoulder and drew him to me.  He came over, he head
falling naturally on my chest.  "I loved making you happy."

He purred.  "It was good.  But now I worry about you.  You were left high
and dry.  Is there something I can do for you?"

He said this without enthusiasm.

"I can see that you would recoil at oral sex, but I notice something
interesting.  Did you know that you are very anal centered?  When I
stimulated you, it had a profound effect.  Would you like to investigate
this?"  As I said it, I reached a hand down and stroked his athletic, tight
ass.  He wiggled his bottom unconsciously and grunted a few times.  I knew
he loved it.  He had discovered something about himself he never knew.

"That's making me hard again.  You are a devil, but I think I love you like
a brother.  You are taking me on a journey into strange places.  I never
knew I'd be so compliant, but relaxing and going with it seems comfortable
to me.  With woman I had to lead, to be intrepid.  I think it wore me out."

This was perfect.  He was regressing to being a boy again and letting Daddy
show him new stuff.  I reached into the night table and took out two
things: a bottle of poppers and a tube of very slippery lube.  At first he
looked with alarm at these objects.  "Hey, I am getting nervous here."

I surprised him by leaning over and placing my lips against his.  By habit
he kissed back.  Then he pulled back from the shock, and then kissed back
warmly.  He kept kissing and tonguing me until my head was spinning.  I
moved in front of him and separated his legs.  I pushed myself between the
legs and lifted them so that they rested on my hipbones.  His eyes looked
wild and scared.  As I lubed my cock and talked softly to him, reassuring
him that I would never hurt him that he was in for a great experience.  At
the same time I rubbed lub on his pink ass lips that opened and shut in
passion.  He was wanting it badly, even though his brain hadn't absorbed
it.  As he felt his ass being put into position he began to almost sob in
fear.  I uncapped the poppers, held one of his nostrils and ordered him to
sniff deeply.  He obeyed like a good boy.  I could see the change in his
eyes, they clouded over, and he began hyperventilating.  "Okay Bobby, do it
carefully.  I'm ready."

I put my finger in and felt for his hot button.  He let out a loud
"O-o-o-o-h. That's so good."

"It'll be better with my cock doing to petting of your bump inside." I have
him another hit of poppers, he was sailing away as I pushed the head of my
cock inside.  He still was out of it, but his ass wanted more.  He reached
behind me and pushed my ass toward him, making my cock sink deep inside
him.  I left it there.  The poppers were wearing off.  His lip was
trembling and sweat was almost jumping out of his body.  His face was
drenched and his front was slippery as I moved forward.  I bottomed inside
him, my pubs against his.  I stayed that way, and then I moved my body in a
slight circular motion.  He began to moan.  I withdrew a little then sunk
back, my cock making a strong prolonged pass over his prostate.  He moaned
over and over, his eyes rolling up in his head.

"Are you ready for the main event?"

"Yeah, fuck me hard.  I'm your boy."

Although Robert was pleased that Chris had changed so much since the few
hours that he arrived, he was also a tiny bit smug that he had been the
agent of conversion.  Robert wondered how, he who had been out of the game
for so long, could have been the agent of converting, or at least
unleashing the potential in Chris.  In any case, here was the supreme test.
He put the blunt end of his cut cock at Chris crinkled opening.  The pink
hole pulled tight.  Uh uh.  Then he remembered what has opened him up back
in college.  He bent way over and put his tongue on the opening.  Chris let
out a loud "ah and uh uh, yeah."  That was the magic move.  The hole
relaxed and his cock went in partway.  "Stop!" Chris shouted, "Give me a
minute to get used to this submarine entering my sea gate."

Robert stayed 'steady as she goes' until Chris said in a small choked
voice, "Okay Boss, give it to me like I deserve it."

Ah, something new he learned now: Chris may want to be punished.  In spite
of his manly competitive athletic stance, he was a bottom, a sub at heart.
Very interesting.  Robert decided to push the envelope further; he slapped
Chris on the dimple of his ass cheeks.  Chris said "Ouch," but then cooed a
bit in pleasure.  But also as he slapped the boy, Robert's cock slid in
almost to the root.  "Ooh," Chris said, "You feel big, I hope you're not
going deeper.  I already have a zeppelin in there."

"Okay sweet friend.  I guess I better pull out."

"No, no you shit head. Push all the way in.  I might as well do the whole
deal."

Robert pushed.  His pubes met the soft blonde pubs of the panting boy under
him.  He began to think of his own pleasure.  He had been hard for a long
time.  Now it was his moment.  He began pulling out, preparing to push in.
He had to laugh as Chris ass followed his withdrawal.  "Just be patient,
I'll be back in and then out and then in."

"Yes, fast and hard."

Now he fucked for real, he panted and thrust, he sweated and grunted.
Meanwhile Chris was crying out his pleasure, crooning like a cheap whore.
Robert was getting double pleasure.  This was it, he gave his thrusts all
he had and suddenly his body froze in a delicious paralysis.  He began to
spew great ropes of hot cum into the younger man's receptive ass.  Dimly in
his orgasm he could hear Chris saying, "Oh shit, I'm coming again, just
from your thrust inside my body."

When the two separated, falling apart like two exhausted runners, Robert
said, "You are a great sex partner.  I loved every minute with you."

"What can I say?  This is all new to me and beyond any expectation of
sexual pleasure.  You are a master.  Can I call you master?"

"Yes, but not at the office."

They both laughed.

Chris sat up.  "Robert, I want to relieve you of the offer to make me
assistant manager.  Let me earn it.  This day was more treasure than power
and money.  Let me kiss you.  This is the only time and place we can do
this.  At this office we must assume our boss/employee roles as before.

They kissed so long that Robert began to think that Chris wanted more sex
as his stiff cock was pressing against Robert's stomach.  "You hinting?"

"No, I had enough for today, but I can't convince my cock of that."

"How about a swim?" Robert asked.

"Yeah!"

They sprang up, put on their suits and ran downstairs like teenagers.