Date: Mon, 11 Oct 2021 15:14:51 +0000 (UTC)
From: Terry Green <terrygreen822@aol.com>
Subject: Off Duty Security Rendezvous with Max 2

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The dumbbells were hard to hold on to. So many reps in the gym, and while
that's the point of fitness, my entire body ached with the pain
associated with muscle development. Sweat burrowed out of my forehead,
and my AirPods were drenched. Looking at them for a moment, they'd need
a cleaning. Thousands of pounds had been lifted, and my biceps, triceps,
and pecs felt like they were on fire. Cranking them rap music, that audio
pushed me a little further. My sore hands and arms gave me their last
remainder, and I finally cleaned off the area. Putting the weights back
on the rack, I knew keeping in shape was important, but there were times
I wish it could be done without the effort.

The wounds from my battle action in Iraq, definitely were a reminder of
my experiences, as was being in my 40's. Young but mature, with a great
company I owned and operated. An impressive client list, but last night
the nightmares had returned. I was in Tikrit, interrogating a high value
target with a dog. He had literally flipped when my unit went into his
house, and the German Shepherd scared the bejesus out of him. Any breed
would have, as for whatever reason, the Iraqis were terrified of even
bomb sniffing Labradors. Here my translator and I were grilling him, and
starting to get answers, on intelligence that we could use in our pursuit
of our enemy. An explosion threw us all to the ground, and all I
remembered was silence, then waking up in a field tent. Some of my guys
didn't make it, as an insurgent suicide bomber had infiltrated our
operation area. For the rest of my life, scars of shrapnel would be in my
back.

Working out and a VA therapist helped immensely. I was diagnosed with a
few conditions, but with medication and the psychiatrist, I made fast
strides to a quick recovery. It wasn't always easy, as a lot of the
brave soldiers I had served with, had lots of issues or had taken their
own lives. My tours in both Afghanistan and Iraq, had shown me that
despite having an aggressive personality, the last best option was
violence and war. My civilian counterparts were correct in their
assessments, and later on Afghanistan became a total unmitigated
disaster. It angered me on a visceral level, as so many NATO allies had
spilled blood there, and for what success? The term quagmire seemed
correct. Now the Taliban was back, and one had to wonder, what this would
mean for people there and across the globe.

The hot water hitting me felt so good. It was cathartic as my affected
muscle groups, felt an almost sigh of relief. Showering and soaping my
body, I could see the ripped look taking shape even more, and my 34"
hips were good to go after a new diet. My wet shaved penis was hard, as
the testosterone boost from lifting always made me horny. I so wish
another man was around, who wanted to fuck, but I thought of my latest
flame Max and couldn't help but jerk off. Recently I had met this 18
year old Columbia University student, downtown at the USS Intrepid
Museum, and our love making sessions were so passionate. Comfortably numb
I locked up, thinking of Max's eyes, lithe Filipino body, and smooth
ass. It was such a adrenaline pleasure shot, as I shot off globs of hot
white cum, that rolled down the drain. I felt better, got dressed, and
ready for my day's assignments.

The Josh Groban music sounded so good on Bose. It helped me concentrate
on my laptop, which showed where my employees were today. It was a light
schedule, but I wanted to see how my new person Bonnie was doing. Never
did I believe in micromanaging my subordinates, but new folks needed, to
feel welcomed to the company. Admittedly I was seeing how she conducted
herself, while leaving my training academy. I didn't think there would
be any problems, as I hired Bonnie from the NYPD after 25 years of
exemplary service. Approaching 50, yet looked 35 at the most, she was
5'9 and built like an Olympian. Yet what most impressed me at her
interview, training, and everything else was her go mentality. She had a
great people oriented personality, and I was certain the executive I
tasked her with, was literally in good hands.

Showing up at 10 am, Bonnie was in the company khaki BDU's, and the logo
shirt that screamed "professional." Her Glock 17 9mm, OC spray, cuffs,
and baton on her duty belt were both intimidating and practical. I knew
she carried her beloved Kahr .45 backup in her ankle holster. It was a
perk I allowed, as everyone's secondary weapon should be customized. She
looked sharp, and allowed her client enough space to do his work, but
also projected aggression that would protect him as needed. Mr Thompson
had received countless threatening emails. Our investigator Charles was
diligently researching these, to see if an employee or possible domestic
situation. He was going through a divorce, and custody hearings with his
ex wife, who was banging a younger man. Apparently it had already been a
volatile marriage, but finding his wife "in the act" and subsequent
fallout, had been best described as radioactive. Bonnie showed me her
evacuation plan, and I walked away confident, knowing that Mr Thompson
was taken care of.

The Yukon Gold with a shot of expresso at Starbucks helped. As I moved to
various buildings and venues along Manhattan, my employees were all
accounted for and prepared. I let them know that this Saturday, other
than a few, another tactical firearms class was from 0900 to 1500. There
was some grumbling, but my employees knew and believed in muscle memory
exercises. These could provide the difference between life and death in
an emergency situation, and I wanted my men and women prepared for
anything. The past year had been relatively peaceful, but often there's
no smoke to warn of a fire. Chance favors the prepared, and our people
were going to be ready.

Before arriving back at my condo, I felt the vibration for a text.
Looking down I smiled. My new paramour Max had no classes tomorrow, and
wanted to "spend time with me." The grin grew like the grinches, as I
needed him desperately. It had been a couple weeks since we had met, and
other sessions together were filled with lust that you couldn't cut
through with a knife. Pure passion and attraction, as I wanted to show
him what my 6 foot muscular frame could do to him. Oh yes I wanted to
make him walk funny, after breeding him once through with his tight hole,
and I texted him to be at my house after 5. I was rock hard, as my balls
filled up again, thinking of his lithe frame and lucious lips. Our last
night I plowed him recklessly, and while we both orgasmed profoundly, he
did ask me to be a little more gentle with my 8" of fun. Admittedly I
had gotten a bit out of hand, and as he had only been with one other guy
all the way, it was time to dial things back until I stretched him to my
heart's content.

Was feeling horny thinking of him going down on me, or discussing his gay
high school experiences. Max had lost his virginity his junior year, and
hearing him discuss it, got my blood flowing. What really turned me on,
was his blowing two guys off in his parents house. He was so amazing at
blowjobs, and I anticipated bringing in his gorgeous 5" into my lips.
His taste and smooth texture everywhere, just made my internal furnace
light up at record amounts. The thought of him clenching on my cock was
incredible, and I asked him to wear the underwear I bought him. This was
one of my kinks, and I couldn't wait to see his shaved package through
the clear white briefs. Low cut and showing off those hips, I panged for
him to be next to me.

Yet I had to get myself together. Taking another hot shower, I put on
sweatpants, mesh underwear, and a New York Yankees shirt. Max wasn't too
thrilled with my football team, as he was from the Washington area. Yet
he had picked Columbia, to pursue his dreams as an architect. Just to
give him a hard time, I'd ask him to use his computer aided design
programs, to build a new stadium for my beloved Bombers. He would smile
and laugh, pretending to be irritated. That smile with his so white teeth
and not one wrinkle line in his young face, would light up so much. I
cooked Chinese food on my stovetop, and sure enough he arrived. Wearing
blue shorts and a Columbia University shirt he was so cute. We hugged and
kissed. I could feel the precum out of my penis, and the tension was
thick. Yet we had dinner first, and he loved my stir fry chicken with
vegetables. I got him and I beers, and he told me about his week at
school. He was holding a 3.7 gpa, and despite a rigorous schedule, was
doing better than he had expected. For whatever reason he didn't feel he
was gifted, despite going to an Ivy League institution.

I had learned from him, that most of the Asian students, were of Korean
and Chinese decent. Apparently they didn't like Filipinos. I smiled at
him, licking my lips in a suggestive manner, "I do." He laughed, but
explained that other Asians, even those born in the US, called Filipinos
"half breeds." Due to their Spanish lineage, there was a lot of racism
and discrimination. Sad. I gave him a hug, and also he felt the
nervousness of being away from home. He was able to FaceTime his parents
and sister, but often missed DC. I made a note to take him out on the
town again in my mind, as although at his age I was in boot camp, i
recalled my yearning for my moms cooking and sisters time also. It
wasn't easy, and New York City's sheer size, made many new folks feel
either alone or overwhelmed. Max was making strides in the clubs he was
involved with, and his grades alone showed his work ethic.

We both enjoyed chatting on the couch. Another beer round, and he asked
very intelligent questions. The mind or how one thinks, is actually the
sexiest commodity another guy can have. We were comfortable together, as
a no judgement zone. I shared with him some training and combat
experiences I felt okay talking about, and he politely thanked me with a
kiss. Holding hands, we had music on the television low, and soon we
embraced tightly. As our pecks became tongue kissing, the atmosphere
changed quickly. Our bulges and pheromones made their appearances, and
soon I had his face in my hands. Touching Max's neck and hair, he was
cooing with pleasure, and I felt his warm hands go up my shirt.

Soon we both were touching each other's hardening sensitive nipples. I
stood up, took his hand, leading him to the bedroom. As I placed him on
the king sized mattress, I took his college shirt off, and gently pushed
him down. He fell in and I got on top, kissing him with raw vigor and
tenacity. His lips were pure velvet soft, warm, and as we kissed the
electric feeling was bliss indeed. Touching his dark nipples, I started
to kiss them, and as I sucked them the sound of Max's moaning made me
far hornier. As my tongue darted in and out on his nipples, and then
around, his breathing changed to the direction I was taking him. Soon I
had his shorts off too, and I liked seeing his beautiful small but lovely
penis and balls up close and personal.

My strong fingers practically ripped them off. His back arched as I took
his underwear off, and my fingers went over his completely shaved pubes.
This was one of his major sensitive zones. He was truly hard, and I
swirled my fingers around his private parts, before I gently massaged his
shaved scrotum and taint. I owned him as his lips clenched with his
teeth, with a smile I was greeted as I stroked his shaft in between my
left hand fingers and palms. He was in another world, but I was just
warming up for an inevitable passionate act. Oh yes I was going to work
my magic on him, and relax my lover with my hands, mouth, and swollen
gland down below that was damn near rabid.

Every sense was lit up. I inhaled his scent. The sweet aroma of sweat and
sexual arousal, looking in his eyes, it was walking on the moon of
merriment. Our hands touching, holding, every finger wrapped up. Max
smiled as I opened up his legs, licking his balls and taking them in my
mouth. His hard penis was given lots of TLC, as my tongue flicked over
his head to take in his sweet precum that was oozing. Oh wow did I love
spitting on and then sliding my gums up and down on his penis. It
tantalized my mouth, and making him go crazy, had the same reaction.
Lapping up his sex, using my tongue to go rhythmically back and forth, oh
that musky flavor and his taste made me desire him even more. Fingering
his ass with lube, he was mere putty who knew I was in charge. Yet he
astounded me with his speed and determination.

Before I knew it, he was lying naked on top of me. All of our clothes
were in a pile, and he with his soft and so magical hands, rubbed our
penises together. Frot was so hot. Soon he had me poking his balls with
my penis. He was twitching and so was I, as the sensation of our sex
organs being together was divine. Tongues together as our shafts
combined, was a feeling so hard to describe, but all who know are aware
of its drug like zen. Combined with each other, the nerve engines are
given life, and feeling his softness on top of my muscular hairy frame
was sensual static electricity. Clinging together our raw emotions and
heartbeats aligning. Our lips connected as we are, in unison of a song
not sung but felt.

Oh yes he had my eight inches in his mouth. Watching Max, I felt my toes
curl, as he first just took my cock head in. Looking me in the eyes, my
hands grabbed the sheets as I felt back sweat. Soon he tried to
deepthroat me but came up a bit. His mouth was wet, slobbery, and knowing
his saliva on my dick made me even harder. He smiled and said, "I love
how you pulsate in my mouth." Oh wow. Just the pure goodness of this
feeling, the experience of having this sexy young man licking and sucking
me off. His warm hands touching my egg shaped balls, I literally was in
another realm. As he took me into his lips, I saw him lining his hole
with lube. Soon his diminutive fingers were lubing me.

Oh wow he was so tight. He grimaced as my cock popped in, and slowly he
lowered down on me. So hot inside, with the lube and his clenching hole
wrapped. Soon he picked up the pace, and I grabbed his ass cheeks,
kissing him as I enjoyed the feeling of his genitals on my abdomen. His
hard cock was wet with precum, and I loved his testes on me, as our
kissing and breathing deepened. I touched his tan hard sex organ which
made him smile, and we kept loving on each other. Eventually he turned
around, so I could see his nice thin hips and bubble butt, going up and
down on my moneymaker. We were synchronized together, and he pulled up,
and showed me his gaped hole. "Take me from behind Terry."

I was happy to oblige. He needed to be nailed this way. Bending over I
had him on his knees, as seeing my shaft enter him was eye candy. Back
and forth the big monster went in and out, and I finally forgot my length
and just pushed all the way in. Max screamed and I eased off a bit, but
kept fucking him, like the bottom bitch he was. Spanking his ass, I made
sure he knew who was in charge of this sensual activity. Sweat and the
smell of lube entered my olfactory nerves, and the sounds of my balls
slapping on him were a symphony of sorts. The warmth and tightness of his
hole were incredible, and soon I had him stand up and take him from
behind.

Max held on to the bed stand, as I probed him to the best of my ability.
He was drenched in sweat as was I, and soon he was speaking gibberish.
Knowing what this meant, I instinctively kept sliding my hard cock over
his prostate, while massaging his balls. It was time for him to cream all
over the place, and soon his sperm flew out at tornado speed in large
amounts. I picked his seed up, placed it on his tongue, and kissed him so
we could share his DNA. The sweetest best tasting cum ever. Taking him
from the side now, I plowed with purpose. My penis and whole body were
lit up, and it was inevitable. Looking at each other, he stirred my
tanks, as I unleashed my contents with a explosive climax inside of him.
The exhilarating finale was topped off, as I watched my sperm leaving his
hole, due to my extreme breeding of him.

Kissing and holding each other. Soon he massaged my back, and we cuddled
together. I tussled his hair, and the feeling of his hands and legs next
to me, what a relief it was. We chatted more about life, but soon we were
sleeping together. His soft body with mine was comforting, and we
literally fell into each other afterwards relieved. I didn't hear him
leave, but woke up to coffee he made, plus a sweet note. Smelling his
scent reading it, I was hard again, and guaranteed to take him with all I
had soon enough.