Anything He Wants

Then I started sucking his cock, moving my head up and down so he would feel the sensations as my lips and tongue caressed him in that most intimate of places.

“Mmmm…” the executive murmured, letting me know he was enjoying every second of it. As I gave him the best blowjob I could he put one hand on my head, as if holding me there, not wanting me to stop. I had no intention of stopping, of course. I found it all incredibly exciting — sucking a handsome man’s dick behind darkened glass in the back of a car being driven through city traffic.

Mr. Grant groaned with bliss as I pleasured his dick. It was thick and long and felt fantastic in my mouth and down my throat.

With the hand that wasn’t holding me up I reached between my legs and felt my own hot manmeat. I wanted to jerk myself off until I came but I forced myself to wait — it wasn’t the right time, not yet.

Pretty soon the sexy executive’s breathing sped up, and I knew he was close.

“I’m gonna shoot!” he said breathlessly, and I took my mouth off of him. Then I lifted his shirt up and away from his body so when he came he wouldn’t stain his expensive clothes. “Oh yeah, man,” Mr. Grant said, and shot a nice load up above his groin. He threw his head back in ecstasy, moaning out one long “Yeeeaaahhh…” as the orgasm rocked his body. I watched him as he slowly recovered, and opened his eyes with a look of great satisfaction.

“Very nice.” he said finally.

Mr. Grant reached up into a ceiling compartment and brought out a hand towel. I glanced out the window while he cleaned himself up and got his pants back on. It had gotten dark already.

“We’re just about there,” I said, and moments later we pulled into the driveway of a very nice hotel. It was the place my company always provided for visiting clients and executives, much more expensive than I could afford.

As soon as our driver stopped the car, young sexy hotel employee boys greeted us — opening the doors for us, taking Mr. Grant’s bag.

“Would you accompany me to my room?” the executive asked me.

“I’d be delighted,” was my answer.

I thanked our driver and told him he was done for the night. He gave me a knowing grin and thanked me.

Mr. Grant and I checked in, and the hotel boy with his bag led us up to a penthouse suite overlooking the city. It was a gorgeous room, beautiful and comfortable, with only one bed. The executive tipped the boy, very well by the grin on the boy’s face, and ushered him out, closing the door behind him.

I walked out to the balcony and looked at the shining cityscape.

“Nice view,” Mr. Grant said from behind me.

“Yes,” I agreed, “the city’s really pretty at night.”

“I meant you, not the city.” he said, joining me on the balcony.

“Thank you,” I said, surprised. We stood there for a few minutes watching the view.

“Anything I want?” Mr. Grant asked finally.

“Anything you want.” I answered.

“I want to get rimmed while I look at the city.”   

“My pleasure.” I said, and reached for his belt buckle. I unfastened it and unzipped his pants, letting them drop to the floor. I removed his shoes and socks and put them neatly by the bed. His pants I folded and hung in the closet on a hanger.

When I turned back to the balcony I saw the most beautiful ass I’d ever seen waiting for me. I joined Mr. Grant and knelt down behind him, feeling his butt with my hands. The double moons of his cheeks were firm and strong mounds of flesh, yet the skin that covered them was smooth and soft. I kneaded them with my fingers, gently caressing them. The executive exhaled with pleasure: “Aahhh…”

Then I pulled his cheeks apart and smelled him. His asshole was fragrant, rich with musk and light sweat. I brought my face close, flaring my nostrils as I inhaled his odors deeply.

Wetting my lips with my tongue, I pushed in deeper, actually between the cheeks. Then I licked his asshole, running my tongue up its entire length and then down. Mr. Grant murmured with bliss and approval. I continued licking him, every few seconds pushing my puckering lips against his hole. I wanted him to experience not just pleasure but different pleasures, a variety of sensual delights for him to savor.

When his hole was sufficiently moistened, I tried actually pushing my tongue against his asshole, gently seeking entrance. The ring of muscle that surrounded his hole was tight, but after a few minutes it began to give way, just a bit. I was patient — the night was long.

Little by little I worked my tongue until I could push it inside him, inside his butt. It was a sublime feeling. I made love to the man’s asshole, using my tongue to fuck him gently but urgently. I know Mr. Grant liked it because he pushed his butt back toward me, as if wanting more and more of me inside him. Actually, “like” isn’t strong enough a word, I think he loved it!

“Oh man,” he said, “This is living — a gorgeous view to look at, and a gorgeous man to give me anything I want.” I stopped rimming him long enough to ask, “How has your trip been so far, Mr. Grant?”

“Pretty damn fantastic so far, Chris.” was his immediate answer. “You better stop. I don’t want to come again yet.” I obeyed, leaving his beautiful ass reluctantly, and stood up. The handsome man took me in his arms and kissed my lips. I could feel his fast and excited breathing.

“I want you to make love to me.” he whispered in my ear.

“Yes, sir,” I said happily. “I’ve been hoping you would.”

I took him to the bed and asked him to lay down on his back. Quickly I stripped off my clothes and left them in a pile on the floor. Then I joined that hunky man on top of the bed, laying next to him and kissing his arms and shoulders with puckered lips.

Mr. Grant rubbed his leg against my hard cock, making it even more anxious and excited. “I love the feeling of your mouth on my body,” he said as I continued to kiss him. With my lips I worked my way up to his neck, which I licked like I was a thirsty dog. Soon enough I was at his chin, and then I kissed him properly on the lips. The visiting executive sighed with pleasure as I pushed my tongue gently into his mouth. His own tongue found mine and soon they were dancing together, exploring each other first tentatively, then more forcefully.

Mr. Grant pulled me over himself so I was right above him. My cock seemed to stretch even longer, as if being his close to the other man’s asshole was making it hungrier than ever.

“Lay on me,” he said when he realized I was still supporting myself on my hands at his sides. “I want to feel your whole weight on me.” I obeyed, letting my body gently settle down on his. Mr. Grant’s chest and abdomen were hard and toned, and felt wonderful beneath me.

“Make love to me, Chris,” he whispered huskily, “I want you inside me.”

I needed no more convincing. I slid back to the edge of the bed and reached down for my pants. When I found them, I pulled the condoms and tiny bottle of lube I’d brought out of my pocket. Kneeling back up on the bed, I opened one of the square foil packets and pulled out the latex sheath.

Gently I unrolled it down over my hard dick and I was ready for action! Crawling back over on top of the executive, I split his legs apart and pulled him to me until my cock was at his asshole. squirting some lube into my hand, I used it to slick my dick. I lifted the hot man’s legs into the air and rested them on my shoulders.

“Are you ready, sir?” I asked him.

“Yes, Chris,” he said, “Do it.”

I pushed my dick into his asshole and he closed his eyes.

“Yeah, that’s it,” he said, “Fuck me!”

Mr. Grant wanted to be fucked, and it was my job to make sure he got everything he wanted. It was fantastic to make love to him this way, sliding my cock in and then pulling back, then going in again. He breathed deeply and sighed beneath me, overcome with passion. It felt so wonderful, for both of us I guess, but that level of intensity was impossible to maintain for very long.

The executive grabbed his cock in one hand and started jacking himself off. My own delicious friction inside was building up to take-off very quickly.

“I’m coming, Chris!” Mr. Grant said.

“Me too!” I answered as I pulled out of his ass. Yanking the condom off, I jerked myself the rest of the way — together the executive and I climaxed and shot loads of hot semen all over his chest. Our yells of ecstasy and release mingled, then slowly died as the bursts of pleasure faded into blissful afterglow. We looked at each other, still panting and trying to catch our breaths. Then I got off of him and laid down next to him.

“I want you to hold me while I sleep,” Daryl Grant said.

“Anything you want,” I whispered in his ear as I wrapped my arms around him. “Anything you want…”