Date: Mon, 31 Aug 2015 13:25:22 -0700
From: jay roberts <diplomat1501@msn.com>
Subject: "Show Me Your Portfolio, Chapter Three"   by Jay Roberts    Gay Adult Friends

"Show Me Your Portfolio, Chapter Three" by Jay Roberts Gay Adult Friends.

I heard Riley through the heavy oak door.  He must have been speaking
loudly because the old man must be deaf.  "Father, Sir, I have some pretty
good news for you."

Who says  father' these days?  This relationship, this mansion, their way of
life was like something out of a Public TV miniseries.  Upstairs/Downstairs,
huh?

This conviction was enforced as I began slowly going up the staircase and
examining the portraits on the landings.  At first I really thought they were
the real stuff, but then I began to see that they were modern portraits in
style and were all done by the same artist.  Then the really nutty thing was
that all the supposed ancestors looked vaguely alike....same face.  Then
really staggering thing was that young fellows in the picture...kids, you
know, they all looked like Riley at different ages.

These were fakes.  Somehow Riley's father was trying to create English life
of the 1800s here.  I found out later that the old man had bought an inn and
transformed it into an English Country home.

As I stared at the depictions of Riley at different ages I began to see
something I hadn't realized before.  He resembled John, my older brother.
They weren't exactly the same but they both had that smaller stature and
crisp dark, curly hair and pirate eyes.  The kind of eyes that look as if they
intend to steal all your valuables.  John could just look at me and I would do
whatever he wanted.  What he often wanted, when he was sixteen and I
fourteen, was my ass.  Yeah, he was horny and I adored him.  I was just
beginning to get my tall body and he was hooked on my skinniness.

Our sexual relationship ended when he told me, rather cruelly, that he didn't
need me anymore, that he had a girlfriend.

I never had a real relationship with a man or woman since then.  Oh yeah, I
was a candidate for a blow job.  But I was always the blowee.  I had no
trouble getting satisfied.  Apparently tall skinny guys are in demand.

But I never forgot those feelings of getting fucked.  I tried  to suppress those
yearnings but sometimes they cropped up and I could feel my ass lip
puckering with kissy protrusion

I heard Riley the door to the study closing then his footsteps on the marble
floor of the foyer.

"Well my father is well into his cups. {who says that they days?} So there
was no use going on with our conversation.  He is glad that my money will
hold off the loss of the estate, but it is only temporary.  He need much more.
I guess I have my work cut out for me."

He studied me.  "You must be starving.  Our only servant has gone home for
the night but I think we have pizzas in the freezer closet.  Let's look over the
situation."

The kitchen was not like your home kitchen.  Is was big and the appliances
were double sized like those in a hotel.

Yes, there were four kinds of pizza, and plenty of beer.  It was late, about
eleven o'clock and I shouldn't eat so much so late but my stomach was
growlingly empty.  I also swallowed four beers.

I was a bit wobbly as I followed Riley's ass up the grand strair case unto the
carpeted hallway and stopped, as he stopped, outside a door.

"This is my apartment.  There are two large beds."

"Good, I'm pretty sleepy."

Inside there was a bathroom and we took turns in washing up.  I brushed
my teeth with hi minty toothpaste, using my finger.  I had stripped to my
undershorts and left my clothes in the bathroom.  As I entered the room,
there was Riley, nude again, learning on his headboard his knees bent
up.  All was on display.

Now you would think that he was trying to entice me but I think that was his
way.  He was a nudist...and he sure was one of the prettiest.

He patted the bed next to him.  "Sit."

I sat on the edge of the bed like a good dog obeying the command.  I lifted
one eyebrow as if to say "what".

"Today was excellent, but I'm going to have to do better."  He used his
pirate eyes and I began breathing deeper, "I count on your to help me."

 Help him?  I sure would.  Did he need his shoes polished or better, his back
rubbed.

Suddenly his face brightened.  "Hey old fellow."

I stopped him.  "You know I'm only about four years older than you."

"Really six."

"Well maybe."

Riley slapped the mattress.  "Now don't interrupt."

This was a new side of him.  He was always ingratiating, now there was this
new bossy kid in front of me.

"What I was going to say is that I knew you are gay."

"You do?" I said.  "I don't know why."

"Just years of experience.  Anyway do you do gay sex?"

Whew, where was this leading and didn't I know that the whole invitation to
go to his English Country style mansion was leading to this?

"I've been sucked."

"Wow.  You sure are a wild guy."

"Well it feels good and I just get horny.  It's quick, without any strings
and..."

"Not too quick, I hope."

"No, I'm about average in the time I..."  Then I stopped.  He was probing me
like a detective.

Suddenly mood in the room changed as his voice became buzzy and
intimate.  "I really get turned on my tall guys with long backs and cute
cowboy butts.  You are my type."

I started to say something clever to go back to banter and away from this
verbal caresses but he slipped out of bed and came around where I was
sitting and put a smooth hand on my shoulder, urging me downward.

"Lie on your stomach.  Indulge me."

My head was whirling.  I kept thinking like the kid I was when my brother
used me.  But then, what harm.  If he wanted to look at my back.  What
harm in that?

I stretched out on my belly and held my breath.  Then his words  washed
over me and I was stuck.

"Shit!  What a fabulous back.  So smooth.   There must be an acre or two of
perfect flesh."

He accompanied those words with a warm hand roaming up and down my
spine.  I was gasping like a fish out of water.  I heard his faint "Y-e-s-s-s" of
satisfaction as his control over me become more firmly established.

"Can I kiss your back?"  He asked huskily.

I couldn't speak but I nodded my head.

He emitted another self satisfied "Y-e-s-s-."  I guess everything was going
according to plain...his plan, but down deep I was happily going along with
his step by step seduction.  Seduction, yes, I might as well call it for what it
was.  Especially as he covered me with his hot bare body and placed a long
hot, wet kiss just below my shoulder.

My treacherous goose bumps betrayed my enjoyment and he knew he was
almost there.  He took a breath and began heavy kissing down my back.  I
was ashamed that my hope was that he'd also kiss down there.  I couldn't
dare say, even mentally, ass.

As he hummed slightly he licked those dimples we skinnys have at the base
of our spines.  When he did it, unconsciously my ass rose up slightly and he
tugged at my underwear and slipped them down a bit.

The cool air from the air conditioning made the faint hair on my ass cheeks
ripple.

I moaned.

He giggled slightly.

All was lost for me.
His probing lips kissed the side cheeks of my ass and then his long red
tongue slid in to my ass crack.

This time I moaned, long and hard.

"I knew you were a bun boy," He said.  "My loving bun boys have a certain
way of walking that keeps their ass holes open."

He slapped my ass cheek.  "You are one, aren't you?"

Again I just nodded.

"I love fucking.  You want to be fucked?"

In reply I moved to the edge of the bed and sat with my ass almost over the
edge. I rolled back. Then I gasped my long, size 16 feet and held on to them
exposing my ready ass hole.

I caught a glimpse of his erected cock looking big and curvy and the tip was
decorated with a glob of pre cum.  All this before he moved up to me and
placed each of my long legs over his smooth hips and moved up to rest his
cock head on my hole.

"I bet you'd give me the Priest portfolio to get my cock up your ass."

I croaked out, "Almost.."

"You will someday."

At that he slid into me.  I closed my eyes and wallowed in the glorious
sensation of being fucked, being owned, being filled.  I crooned my pleasure.

"Oh you've done this before.  Maybe when you were a kid, but you got it all
back, don't you?""

I said nothing.  He grabbed my chin area and shouted, "Answer me when I
speak!"

Then, almost as a punishment, or maybe the way he derived fuck pleasure,
he reared back and plunged into me, hard.  Then he began a hard fucking
until my own long thin cock began pulsing and spraying my bellyk with my
cum.

He didn't let up until he collapsed on top of me as his own cock spew hot
sperm into me.

We disengaged.

Now the true reality of our real life positions crashed into our consciousness.
After all I was his boss.  He was a junior broker who made his first big sale.
He owned me for the break.  No way was he supposed to master me
sexually.

I decided to forgive him and he smiled his hot smile in gratitude.

The next few weeks we most avoided each other at the company but I knew
he was adding to his successes.

End Part Three