yeah, you bet!” Jonas moaned. Nicky’s tightness and the young man’s rock hard erection pressing against his belly had him on the edge for quite some time. Their talking had kept his orgasm at bay, but he knew it wouldn’t take much. He gently wrapped his hand around Nicky’s dark cock and heard the young man gasp.
“Come with me, Nicky.”
“No, I want to see you come first,” Nicky said, swatting Jonas’s hand away. “I want to see your face when you come.” Jonas could feel Nicky work his muscles, relaxing them as he came down, pulling them tight when he raised himself up. Jonas threw his head back and closed his eyes, knowing he was so close.
“Look at me,” Nicky commanded softly.
Jonas complied and felt his groin tighten, a sure signal of his impending release. With both hands on Nicky’s corseted hips, he silently asked him to up the tempo a bit and finally thrust up reflexively as he felt the seed shoot out of him. He had the hardest time keeping his eyes open, but smiled back when he saw Nicky’s eyes light up.
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“Fuck, you’re beautiful when you come,” Nicky said, catching his bottom lip between his teeth.
“Your turn,” Jonas panted. “Make yourself come.” Nicky seemed to hesitate for a moment, and then he took his leaking erection in his hand and fisted himself rapidly. He raised himself a little, inviting Jonas to thrust up into his body.
Jonas saw Nicky’s eyes glaze over and thick white strands shot out of the young man’s cock all the way up his chest as Nicky’s movements became erratic. Eventually, Nicky collapsed on top of Jonas, panting hard.
“Was it what you wanted?” Jonas murmured into the young man’s dark curls.
“It was more than I could ever have imagined,” Nicky replied softly. “I wanted to make it good for you too, Jonas. You seemed so distant all of a sudden and—”
Nicky shivered and Jonas wrapped his arms protectively around him. Then he felt his cell phone vibrate against his hip.
“You’re ringing,” Nicky stated blankly.
Jonas shook his head. “It’s nothing.”
Nicky reached down between his legs to keep the condom in place as he slid off of Jonas’s lap. “It must be important if it’s allowed to interfere when you’re with a client.” Jonas felt the full impact of the ice cold words, but he couldn’t admit it. He didn’t even have to look to know who it was and mentally kicked himself for not being able to keep his private cell phone turned off. “It’s nothing,” he repeated, more to convince himself than to persuade Nicky to not take it personally.
Nicky tied the codpiece again and knocked on the partition.
“The apartment, Marcus.”
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LATER that night they had a nearly silent dinner, and then Nicky excused himself, saying he had a telephone interview to do. Jonas wasn’t sure if that was just a ruse or if it was true, but it did afford him some time to check his cell phone and return the call. He was just saying goodbye when Nicky walked in.
“Client?” Nicky asked, surprisingly less morose than earlier.
“Yes,” Jonas lied. “They do get a bit fidgety when I’m incommunicado for a longer period of time.”
“Tell me about him.”
Jonas had to think on his feet. That was the problem with lying. “He’s a washed up eighties pop star. Made a huge killing with three albums and would have been bankrupt two years later if he hadn’t had a financial adviser who invested his money in a certain Silicon Valley computer company. So now he’s still filthy rich and terminally bored because all he does is get blind drunk or stoned out of his mind. In his own little world he’s still the big rock star. He’s had three wives, but really likes to watch guys who masturbate and come all over his chest.”
“That’s all you need to do?” Nicky asked. “Come all over him?”
“Yeah,” Jonas nodded. “He hasn’t been able to get it up for ages. He used to jack off too, but the
“Come with me, Nicky.”
“No, I want to see you come first,” Nicky said, swatting Jonas’s hand away. “I want to see your face when you come.” Jonas could feel Nicky work his muscles, relaxing them as he came down, pulling them tight when he raised himself up. Jonas threw his head back and closed his eyes, knowing he was so close.
“Look at me,” Nicky commanded softly.
Jonas complied and felt his groin tighten, a sure signal of his impending release. With both hands on Nicky’s corseted hips, he silently asked him to up the tempo a bit and finally thrust up reflexively as he felt the seed shoot out of him. He had the hardest time keeping his eyes open, but smiled back when he saw Nicky’s eyes light up.
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“Fuck, you’re beautiful when you come,” Nicky said, catching his bottom lip between his teeth.
“Your turn,” Jonas panted. “Make yourself come.” Nicky seemed to hesitate for a moment, and then he took his leaking erection in his hand and fisted himself rapidly. He raised himself a little, inviting Jonas to thrust up into his body.
Jonas saw Nicky’s eyes glaze over and thick white strands shot out of the young man’s cock all the way up his chest as Nicky’s movements became erratic. Eventually, Nicky collapsed on top of Jonas, panting hard.
“Was it what you wanted?” Jonas murmured into the young man’s dark curls.
“It was more than I could ever have imagined,” Nicky replied softly. “I wanted to make it good for you too, Jonas. You seemed so distant all of a sudden and—”
Nicky shivered and Jonas wrapped his arms protectively around him. Then he felt his cell phone vibrate against his hip.
“You’re ringing,” Nicky stated blankly.
Jonas shook his head. “It’s nothing.”
Nicky reached down between his legs to keep the condom in place as he slid off of Jonas’s lap. “It must be important if it’s allowed to interfere when you’re with a client.” Jonas felt the full impact of the ice cold words, but he couldn’t admit it. He didn’t even have to look to know who it was and mentally kicked himself for not being able to keep his private cell phone turned off. “It’s nothing,” he repeated, more to convince himself than to persuade Nicky to not take it personally.
Nicky tied the codpiece again and knocked on the partition.
“The apartment, Marcus.”
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Zahra
Owens
LATER that night they had a nearly silent dinner, and then Nicky excused himself, saying he had a telephone interview to do. Jonas wasn’t sure if that was just a ruse or if it was true, but it did afford him some time to check his cell phone and return the call. He was just saying goodbye when Nicky walked in.
“Client?” Nicky asked, surprisingly less morose than earlier.
“Yes,” Jonas lied. “They do get a bit fidgety when I’m incommunicado for a longer period of time.”
“Tell me about him.”
Jonas had to think on his feet. That was the problem with lying. “He’s a washed up eighties pop star. Made a huge killing with three albums and would have been bankrupt two years later if he hadn’t had a financial adviser who invested his money in a certain Silicon Valley computer company. So now he’s still filthy rich and terminally bored because all he does is get blind drunk or stoned out of his mind. In his own little world he’s still the big rock star. He’s had three wives, but really likes to watch guys who masturbate and come all over his chest.”
“That’s all you need to do?” Nicky asked. “Come all over him?”
“Yeah,” Jonas nodded. “He hasn’t been able to get it up for ages. He used to jack off too, but the
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