Date: Wed, 13 Oct 2021 12:33:53 +0000 (UTC)
From: Terry Green <terrygreen822@aol.com>
Subject: Off Duty Security Rendezvous with Max 3

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As my Kimber 1911 shot it's ordinance downrange, the range officer had
to smile after my shooting sequence. This .45 had been given to me by a
former army ranger I had spent in the combat field with, as a gift one
Christmas. Definitely a nice present at around $1,200, but he probably
got them at cost due to now being part of their marketing team. 1911's
were us former military types favorite pistols, and while Kimber didn't
have the long term reputation of Colt or Smith and Wesson, they produced
some exceptional double action firearms. This one never seemed to miss,
although admittedly I had more experience than the average civilian. My
military service plus owning a tactically trained security and protection
company, had paid more than financial dividends.

No matter what caliber or gun used, it was an extension of my fist. That
was how I was trained 20 plus years ago, and how our company's firearms
instructor Wally did things. Getting him just after he retired as a
marine sniper, was a coup in so many ways. Despite being gruff, Wally
made all of us better shots, and also more reactive in shoot or don't
shoot situations. I had learned a lot on duty and international shit
holes like Afghanistan and Iraq, but his training had brought myself and
other veterans up to even higher standards. Cleaning up the brass in my
lane, I secured my gun and accessories, before leaving to meet a new
client,

Mrs Williamson was an executive Vice President of a major newspaper in
New York. She had been getting emailed threats, from a bunch of right
wing groups. Apparently they were upset with her green lighting a series
on LGBT families and adoptions. Even as a bisexual man, I couldn't
believe the vitriol I read in her office. She was 60 something, and in
her younger years, must have been quite the looker. As I perused these
her assistant brought me a cup of coffee. They were quite direct, so I
created a threat matrix. As usual I inquired about fired or disappointed
employees, or any suspicious people or activity at her workplace or
home.I got the answer I expected, and that was a resounding Nope. Every
damn time.

Her chairs were certainly comfortable enough. One day I hope to have an
office like this, as for the most part, my company's headquarters was my
laptop. Actually we did have a small business office that we'd rent
occasionally, and if revenue kept rising at its current rate, soon we
should be able to have a place with professional standards in place.
After reviewing the emails, and particulars of the case, I decided to
call Lindsay Evans. She was one of my former NYPD operators, and despite
being 50, a lot of people thought she was in her 30's. In great shape
due to workouts that made me cry, she had genetics on her side as well.
At 5'10 and around 165 pounds, she was buff enough to do damage but
still could carry out an assignment in a business suit. Obviously under
hers would be a Glock pistol, with OC and a taser in her pocketbook. Body
armor would be well concealed, and I'd have her do a "light protective
detail," unless something substantial came up. Newspaper folks and
members of the media were regularly threatened and harassed, so far I
just didn't have enough information to need to overextend my clients
detail.

It had been a busy week. One of my newest employees Bernie, had received
all of his private security credentials. He was my youngest employee at
30, but had four years of marine MP, and did work for defense contractors
that was very impressive. I decided to treat him to dinner at Chase's
Steakhouse, which had been a tradition for new hires. He also arrived in
a suit, looked sharp, and had intelligent questions brought up. Bernie
was definitely going to fit in, and his bonafides in both physical
security and telecommunications were superior, but I liked these to be
informal get to know each other types of events. It was like pulling
teeth with him, but finally I learned he was a ravenous Mets fan, enjoyed
chess, and also played the guitar to relax. All good activities, except
the Mets, as I ribbed him about my beloved Yankees 27 championships. He
took it well, and I appreciated his sense of humor, along with his
humility.

Finally the weekend was arriving, and I texted my 18 year old lover Max.
We had met on the USS Intrepid Aviation Museum in Manhattan. Ever since
the Columbia University freshman had been, my Filipino friend of shared
interests and much more. He was an old soul, cerebral, and as passionate
as I ever could of hoped for. The past week he had gotten his tongue
pierced, and I was anxious along with honest during our phone calls, how
that would make his already mind blowing sucking go. Such an incredible
kisser, lover, and this whole weekend we both had planned at my penthouse
on the 35th floor. Might as well be the 69th, as there was going to be a
lot of sexual energy unleashed.

That Friday he had classes in accounting and chemistry, so I worked out
at the gym. The night before I shaved my pubes per Max's request. My
balls too, and as I stepped in the shower after lifting, I saw men's
eyes focus on my crotch. This exhibition made me really excited, and I
lit up thinking of the good looking men, who were looking at my eight
inch penis that got hard with this type of environment. Yet I had to save
it for Max, although I did see a cute redhead that I might have to get to
know. His bright matching pubes and nice ass were succulent indeed.
Walking out of the gym, I stopped by the grocery store, to pick up food
and booze for my paramours visit. My plan was to literally take my
aggression out on him, and continue to enjoy every second of our being
together.

At the store I picked up some mostly prepared foods. Also at the house I
had gotten the ingredients, for Max to provide for me a naked lunch.
Thinking of him in the kitchen smoothly shaved all over, made me walk
funny up and down the aisles. My desire and passion for him was at levels
that couldn't be measured. I also hoped he liked the whipped cream and
cherries I got, as we could suck each other off as dessert. Damn we
needed to be kissing, cuddling, among other activities. Checkout the
older lady Jane was working. She must live there, and probably was close
to, if not past social security age. We did our usual tango chitchat that
revealed nothing personal, but was pleasant nonetheless.

On my walk back to my penthouse, my mind wandered as it often did after
an extensive week. Sexy Max would be over around 11 am, so I drank a few
cold ones, watching Netflix from the comfort of the leather couch. Not
wearing anything, I eventually turned it off, got in a hot shower, and
read a novel on the civil war. It was well presented, with an intricate
knowledge of battle wounds, but also the diseases that killed more Union
and confederate soldiers. Yes a bit macabre, but history wasn't always
pretty. Finally I was able to sleep, as my operations manager Chris was
"running the show in my absence." I had advised him of an extra $1,000
bonus for a weekend, that I could be left out of any important decisions
or drama. He was happy with that, as he was the type of guy who'd be
happy with a steak, but I placed a premium on taking care of my
employees.

Sunshine over Gotham. Watching the local news, as usual there was the
focus on both international and downtown material. That's one difference
from any other city in the USA, other than perhaps Washington DC. If you
travel a lot, you'll see a lot of local broadcasts that stick
exclusively to the community. Our anchors were well versed, and I did
take a few minutes to study CNBC. While I enjoyed investing, I didn't
want to be one of those obsessed zombies, looking to be the next Warren
Buffet. Although not my specialty, my 21% rate of return was pretty
good.

Wearing the blue low cut briefs and a white t shirt, I had cereal and my
strong coffee. Also popped in a pop tart, which most in their 40's had
given up years ago. Yet with my fitness routine, an extra one here and
there caused no problems. Admittedly I was pent up, and time seemed to
move slower than molasses. Finally it was getting closer to Max being
done with his classes, and I wanted my 6'3 muscular frame all over his
5'8 thin body that really did turn me on. We had such a good connection
despite our age differences, and his intellect along with humor were a
welcome reprieve from everything else. He asked me what to wear, and what
to pack. Max laughed when I said, "that was my job," but he promised to
wear the tight compression shorts that showed off that nicely rounded ass
of his. Also his 5" cock wasn't huge, but these shorts showed the
bulge, which always made me randy.

Sure enough, after sitting down on the couch, the door knocked. Looking
in the camera, it was Max with his weekend luggage set. Damn he looked
good, with short hair on the sides with spikes up top. Wearing the
tights, I opened the door, and then closed it. We kissed holding hands,
and feeling his tongue ring, it all became visceral now. We smiled
looking at each other, taking it all in. Our colognes and manly scents
enveloped us, as we kissed more, with my strong hands grabbing his ass.
He moaned and his legs were shaky. Somehow we made it to the couch, and
as the screen saver on the tv bounced from subject to scene, our
connection was reestablished. We needed each other, and he had me hot and
bothered in no time.

As we kissed and held each other, soon I was below him, and felt his cock
burrow onto mine. Frot with Max was such a good feeling, even more
sensitive now that we were both smooth. His body heat and mine radiated
at Chernobyl temperatures, and our feet and hands together, paradise.
Every bit of city and ambient noise disappeared, as soon he was holding
my penis in his dark complexed Filipino hands. Those diminutive fingers,
well manicured nails, the essence of youth. Feeling him touch my sex
organs was incredible, as I gasped he took advantage of my distracted
bliss. Oh how his wet lips, tongue, and metallic ring made me harder than
I could imagine. Seeing Max look at me, and smile saying "you like your
penis in my mouth," I just about lost all control to my seductive
lover.

He went up and down my shaft with his tongue. Slobber and precum from my
head, which he gobbled greedily. I held his face down guaranteeing balls
deep, and I could hear that slobbering and clicking noise that indicated
the apex had been reached. Every attempt to compliment him was in
gibberish, and his hard penis was seeping precum onto my legs, as my
hands held on to the couch. That metallic stud added a layer of
sensuality. Max teased me all over, pushing it outwards as he took my
gigantic balls in his mouth. He knew that he was stirring the tanks, and
eventually would be rewarded by plumes of my DNA.

Sucking on my sensitive nipples, our tongues met, and I detected my sperm
in his mouth. Taking him on the couch, I sat him upright, and gave his
nipples some TLC. Grasping his dick and balls in my palms, he shook
instantaneously, as I started to lick his musky tasting shaft. Finally in
my mouth, I closed my lips in that trademark BJ "O." He was catatonic
as I had my way with his genitals. Having become familiar with his nerve
endings, I touched his sensitive area above his cock, and where his legs
met. Licking his hole I prepared him for the inevitable, as it was a
certainty that I'd take him as I saw fit.

So turned on by his dark smooth skin, I kissed his neck, before moving to
his mouth. Our tongues danced at the same time, and soon enough the was
whispering "fuck me baby." I was happy to oblige and took him from
behind. It took considerable effort, but my head and shaft were now in
his g spot area, and he was smiling and moaning as my hips shook to his
liking. He felt my testes as I plowed him, all lubed up, and soon my
dangly bits were the only thing holding my 8 inches of tube steak inside
his tight succulent ass.

As I looked in his eyes, he moved to ride me. He felt the up and down
motions of my penis, and my hands pushing his hips down upon me. He was
my bitch, and he felt the thrusting of my man meat rooting around his
insides. Max tried to kiss me, but soon was moaning and sweating so
profusely. I touched his chest, and loved how his nipples were so hard.
Then again he was, as he endured the stretching inside of him that went
to unparalleled levels. My wider than usual penis and length, reminded
him clearly I was in charge of this experience. Watching my manhood
entering him with lube dripping was mind blowing, as was the feeling of
his tongue ring on my neck. Oh yes I was gaping his hole. I could feel
his prostate bulb, and all he could do is speak in gibberish, as I was
hitting the semen producing gland that sent the white stuff to his now
very tight balls.

He continued to ride me, clenching down on my private parts. As he kissed
me, he simply said "impregnate me." Oh yes I was going to breed him.
Soon enough I was rewarded to his cum on my stomach, and with
unbelievable ferocity, I felt my sperm move through my tube factory. Sure
enough it was eye closing toe curling pleasure. A rush of proportions
unknown, as I bred his ass and made it look like cinnamon buns. He put my
sperm all over his ass, and we kissed with so much unbridled passion. All
I wanted was him, and to hold him I. My strong arms. His super soft body.
We fell asleep and yet despite the reprieve, I woke up to him sucking my
penis and making me super hard.

No Gatorade yet but Max had full lips, and with that tongue ring, I was
in the level of heaven never felt or experienced before. Up and down he
went, and he instinctively picked up on my desire, to do 69 with him. His
penis on top of my mouth, I swallowed him with all of my suction power.
Like a Hoover with too much voltage I had him, and licked his hole until
he was slobbered all over. Fingering his rear end, soon I was inside him.
It was if I was in another zone, and his eyes telepathically told me what
he felt.

In his tight hole, he felt my head slide in, and my shaft push in as he
pushed down. My 8 inches of manliness filled him up, sliding past his g
spot, to where the proverbial sidewalk ends. There was no more room, as
he felt mostly pleasure along with pressure and some agony. My penis was
shredding his insides, yet he couldn't pull away from my magic stick
impaling his ass, my lips that kissed him, nor the ripped chiseled arms
that brought us together. He was in an almost possessed state, and as he
moaned, his sticky load shot all over me. Picking it up I opened his
mouth, put it in and let my tongue find it. His sweet sugary cum was a
culinary delight, as my cock soon was Mount Saint Helen's once again
fully breeding his nice looking bottom. Our orgasms were legendary, and
finally we drank the Gatorade, before crashing in my king sized bed.

Sleeping with Max was great. His smooth and athletic frame. I kissed him
on the forehead as he slept, and soon I was out too. In a deep sleep,
that provided the peace that my military and security career never did.
The awful racks in tents and other shelters. From life experience this
was heaven, although in the morning I was pleasantly surprised. Max made
me breakfast in bed. It was delicious. A combination of East meets west,
as although he had been born in the US, his mom wanted to keep traditions
from Manila continuing on. His parents had totally accepted his being
gay, and during high school he had a boyfriend for a little over a year.
Now at Columbia he was single, and although we'd probably never be an
official couple due to our age differences, we had a wonderful dynamic
going on.

No matter what subject, Max kept up or taught me new things. The old dog
learned a couple tricks. Even though I had been deployed everywhere,
amazingly he was familiar with some of my less than geographically
obvious postings. He was interested in my career, although to his credit
he kept the gore at a distance, it was like he had known. I was curious
about his classes, and also growing up in an Asian American household.
His parents had emigrated here as children, so he was only able to
provide with a snippet of perspective. Yet back home it was diverse like
New York, and he had succeeded wildly. As he showered I finished
breakfast, and made him a cup of strong coffee.

Both of us in low cut briefs, I asked Mark to put something "more
provocative on." He smiled, kissed me, as he waltzed in the bedroom to
change. Oh yes. So sexy in the mesh orange underwear. I could see his
smooth penis and the lines of his cheeks from behind. We kissed a bit,
and before the clock hit 10 my penis was deep inside him. He breathed
heavy. Max felt my penis hitting his g spot and all eight inches. So wet
and tight with lube. Plus his cologne and sweat made my tension so more
complete, as I took him on the couch as he laid back. Watching my penis
slide inside his welcoming hole, turned us both on. He played with my
balls, I massaged his as I felt his feet on my shoulders wiggling.

If you were on the ceiling, you'd see his hole clenching around my
charging ram. Our naked bodies becoming one, and the lighter color of his
feet soles up in the air. You'd see us both smiling or eyes rolling, as
our love making was so intense and with purpose. His penis was rock hard,
and I loved this smooth cut unit, and couldn't wait until later to give
my oral fixation some necessary time. The clicking noise of my dick deep
in him, the cooing and moaning, the electrical pheromones lit up at the
highest setting. He started to bite his lips, and I stirred his tanks,
pulling my cock completely out and sliding in. He felt the pressure of my
manhood on his g spot, along with waves of joy as he came all over his
stomach. His sperms smell was so sweet, and before I realized it, I
unloaded my entire contents inside me. As we kissed he turned me on more,
by saying "he felt impregnated." Our kissing was passionate even at a
higher level, as my dna life form was swimming in his insides.

Saturday morning had started off well, and we kissed more, along with
soaping each other afterwards. The hot shower water pressure was great,
and he made me laugh when he said "I can't believe how big your cock is
compared to when you aren't hard." It was true that I went down to
probably 2", which was a turn on in many ways. Guys in the spas thought
I'd be easy on them were greatly mistaken, much to my delight. His penis
didn't change much in size, but it was on this balls were empty.
Soaping, kissing, and laughing with each other was a good way for a day
to begin.

I cooked a steak and vegetables lunch. He looked so cute naked, as we
both had decided it was best. We had a definite comfort factor. As he
once got up I pinched his cute little ass, and the sound he made brought
such almost boyhood innocence back. We openly discussed our
relationships, lives, even our gay experiences. I was delighted to be
double the size of his ex boyfriend, but had to inquire how he was able
to adjust to my large equipment. "Toys." He used butt plugs regularly,
allowing him to take my girth and length. I asked him if he came while
doing this. "Sometimes as it feels amazing." We watched movies
together. I made popcorn for us to share, as we cuddled on the couch.
Occasionally kissing but always holding hands. His hands in mine was a
good feeling, and I cooked him a chicken dinner that he really liked.
Showering again, I knew what he both wanted and needed.

He looked so gorgeous. Glitter on his face, his hair spiked up, and
nothing but tight little blue bootie shorts. I liked this blue and gold
theme immediately. Yet upon trying to kiss him, he gently pushed me away
and said "not yet baby." Every bit of my male aggressive tendencies and
hormones was screaming, as he gyrated in front of me. His sick pack and
bulge, oh I couldn't wait to feel his hardness in my mouth, and to
deflower him with all of my intensity. Music on and he danced in front of
me, lowering his bottoms, to show me his smoothness and his ass. I was so
losing my mind, but he kept gently pushing me away, as I watched him pull
a male Shakira belly like move in front of me. I'm sure I was
slobbering. Drooling like a mad man, as I needed him right there and
then.

Max sashayed and grabbed my hands. "Let's go to your room, and let me
lock the door." His voice pitch was so sultry, and I knew he was getting
prepared for a significant boarding party. The gold glitter, his soft
lips, his tight chest against mine as the lock cylinder clicked. Tongues
back and forth, his metallic ring tasted and felt so good, and we rubbed
our cocks together as our clothes came off. He held my penis in his soft
feminine fingers against his, and it was like a light show with added
voltages of pleasure. Our two penises rubbed back and forth, and finally
I French kissed him, as I throttled my hard cock into his smooth
testicles. He moaned and it did feel so good, as I soon was touching and
kissing his very hard nipples as well.

Picking him up I put him on the bed, and I got on, holding his cock in a
established manner. I smiled as did he. "You're going to get it." I
lucked around his crotch before finally bringing his head to my lips. Up
and down my head bopped. His facial reactions were priceless, and his
moaning and fingers grabbing the sheets let me know I had hit pay dirt. I
so loved his musky yet sensual body aroma in my olfactory nerves, and how
his genitals felt as I licked them with raw determinism. Slurping his
balls up, I started to finger him with lube. He was in another universe
as was I, as his penis in my mouth was a highlight I always sought.
Spitting saliva down his shaft he smiled again, as I was beginning to get
his precum tied up with my own DNA. Soon I was sucking him so hard,
probably people next door could hear the slippery suction sound that
permeated the room and beyond. It drove him even crazier, as I made sure
to take him all the way in my mouth. He cooed as I kept slurping, and I
wanted him to know my desire for him there and then.

We kissed and soon his tongue stud was going down my penis. What a
feeling! He was teasing me in every way never conceived, and started to
give my sex a bath in his mouth and throat. He took me all the way in. I
just about lost it, as he had me down to my balls, and watching this
added on to the kink of it all. He step by step methodically gave me the
best head ever. It was a almost drug high translucent experience, and he
petted my balls gently with his fingernails. How did he know? I was
becoming unglued and out of touch with reality, as seeing him with the
gold glitter and thick lips of his made me riled up to a point of no
return. The tension was palatable, and finally I had to grab his face.
Growling I told him, "get ready to get properly fucked." He looked kind
of nervous yet anticipating, as I was going to sodomize him with all of
my muscle and energy.

Those innocent eyes nonwithstanding, it was time to drop the hammer on
the glitter covered babe, who's sweat and aromas drew me to him eagerly.
Voraciously I picked him up, and kissed him. With lube coming off my
fully aroused penis, I fucked him standing up as I pulled his waist into
me. It was so primal but had to be done. He tried to scream, and I
knocked the wind out of Max. A good start as I unleashed ferocity and my
essence into his tight hole. Moving my hips around I stretched him, and
soon I put him on the bed, with his legs all the way up like a
contortionist at a circus. Showing no mercy I pile drove my hardness in
him like a Patriot missile's radar latches on to an enemy target. He was
pushing down with power, as I knew inside my size, girth, and strength
showed him who the dominate one was. My ankles and hamstrings provided
motion, and I continued to slam his asshole as deep as my hanging out
balls would allow for. He tried to scream but couldn't, as my cock was
pounding his rectum so tightly and past the rubicon. Oh the pleasure and
the debauchery.

Finally I grabbed his hair and kissed him. Our tongues flicked like
Cobras, as I manacled his hands to mine. Soon he was bouncing up and down
on my angry and erect penis. I was all the way in him. There couldn't
have been another centimeter, as I grabbed his shoulders and made sure
his direction was straight down. As my penis was in his tunnel of
passion, I felt the surge come immediately. Closing my eyes overwhelmed
by the forces of physics, my cock erupted in his innards like never
before. Load and load of my cum shot out like an automatic rifle on full
burst, and he cried out as my hot seed was in him exploring about. I
immediately upon recovering fingered him, satisfied my sperm was now a
part of him. Jerking his shaft and sucking his balls, he locked up with
his cum going all over him. He had a look like he had been through a
battle, but was content with the results. Smiling he before we fell
asleep said, "I might be hurting inside, but once recovered, fuck me
like that again." Off to a deep sleep, I woke up to the smell of coffee.

Walking out in my birthday suit, Max smiled at me, pouring me a cup. We
kissed and he started to laugh. "What did I miss baby?" He kept
laughing, and finally recovered saying, "you did me too hard last night.
Do you mind if my ass has the day off?" The way he said it I couldn't
stop laughing. This was truly a funny moment, and I laughed with
kindness, as he explained that he had applied my military grade ice packs
on his rear end. Apparently I had surpassed his stretching toys and my
own efforts. We kissed, smiled, and laughed. An interesting way to start
a Sunday. We cooked breakfast together, and then took a shower together.
I made sure to give him a relaxing back massage and also his shoulders,
and stayed away from his hole that admittedly enticed my wildest desires.

After showering, we watched a bit of the news together. As usual all over
the place. I didn't want him to go, but he had tests of another kind on
campus tomorrow. We kissed, hugged, and I got another splendid blowjob
that ended up with me cumming in his mouth. As we kissed I jerked him
off, shooting his sperm onto my hands. Licking it up we kissed. He
promised to be back soon, and I wished him good luck on his exams. When
at the door he looked so sexy in the khaki shorts and light blue t shirt.
Yet as he walked away, I could detect his gait had changed. I owed my
operations manager a $1,000 for keeping our time special, and as I ate
some pizza from the fridge, I felt the fire down below advising me that
we needed this quite regularly.