Bad Boy Billionaires #3 - The Vegas Shark(22)

When Jake was standing behind the desk in nothing but light blue boxer briefs, and Treston could see his erection, he knew there would be no interview. Though Treston had been slow to catch on, it was now evident this friend of Jake's, Joe, had set Jake up with a male escort for the first time, and that was why Jake thought Treston was there. So Treston stood up and said, "I think there may have been a mistake. I should leave."

Jake's gaze lowered, and his voice trailed off. "Well, that's a first."

"Huh?"

Jake sat down behind the desk and frowned. "My buddy hires an escort for my thirtieth birthday, the escort turns out to be the hottest male stripper in town, and when he sees me in my underwear he can't wait to run out the door. Wow, man. I've been rejected before, but never quite this way."

If Jake hadn't been so adorable, and Treston hadn't been such a soft-hearted guy, Treston might have left without glancing back. But now he felt awful. He'd insulted the poor man, on his birthday, without even knowing it. He almost told Jake the absolute truth. He almost told him he didn't know this guy Joe and he hadn't been hired to come there that morning. But it bothered Treston that even a used-car dealership wouldn't consider hiring him. It bothered him so much he suddenly felt silly about all his unrealistic plans for the future. How could he be so dumb to think he could get a real job in a real place of business that didn't involve shooting ping-pong balls out of his ass?

So he stood up and took off his shoes and socks.

Jake sent him a glance and said, "I thought you were leaving. What are you doing?"

Treston took off his jacket and shirt. He smiled at Jake and said, "I was only joking around. I'm not leaving. I'm doing what I do best. And you're going to have a thirtieth birthday you'll never forget." Then he pulled off his tight red pants and walked behind the desk wearing nothing but his see-through lacy thong. 

When he sat on Jake's lap, he put one hand around Jake's shoulders and reached down with the other to hold Jake's dick. He kissed him on the cheek and said, "Happy Birthday, handsome. You're so big and strong."

Jake didn't seem to know how to respond. He laughed and said, "I really haven't done this before with a guy. My buddy, Joe, is bisexual and I admitted to him I've always been curious about guys. I wasn't really expecting him to hire you. I guess I'm a little nervous."

Treston reached into Jake's underwear to caress his balls gently. "There's nothing wrong with being curious or nervous, handsome. You're a very attractive man. And if you want me to stop, just let me know and I will. You don't have to do anything you don't want to do. I'm the expert and this is what I do best." Jake wasn't male model material, with bulging muscles and a shaved chest. He had more of the natural all-American male look, with a lean body and a cute line of hair that ran from the middle of his chest to his lower abdomen. The hair on his legs was as dark as the hair on his head and he smelled like lemony aftershave. Treston tugged his balls gently again and said, "How does this feel? Should I continue?"

Jakes head was back and his eyes were closed by then. He nodded and said, "Wonderful. Don't stop."

"Do you really think I'm the hottest male stripper in town?" Treston asked, as his hand slid up and down Jake's erection.

"Oh yeah, buddy," Jake said. "When I saw your ping-pong ball act I got hard right there in the club."

Though Treston had not been hired to do this, he continued to stroke his dick and whisper into his ear. He told Jake all the things he knew men liked to hear and he treated him as if he was a paying client at Chickey's club. When Treston realized that Jake had not taken him seriously as a candidate for the job, Treston felt the need to please him in the best way he knew how. He knew this would have been difficult to explain to most people, but he needed some kind of validation that morning, something that would make him feel worthwhile. When a guy began to realize he wasn't good at anything else, he tended to clutch even tighter the one thing he did do best. And having sex with Jake was by no means the hardest thing Treston had ever had to do in his life.

Once Jake relaxed a little, he wound up taking control and Treston didn't have to do anything but follow his moves. As expected, most bi-curious young men like Jake spend a long time exploring and examining the first time they are with another man. Though he didn't attempt to suck Treston's dick, he did stroke it and examine it for a while. He even laughed and said, "I've never actually touched another dude's penis before."

At one point, while Treston was on his back on top of Jake's desk, with his legs spread and his back arched, and Jake was kissing his chest, Treston said, "You might not be experienced with guys, but I have a feeling you've had plenty of experience with women."

Jake stopped sucking his nipple and laughed. "I've been around a little, so to speak."

Treston threw his arms back over his head and said, "Lucky for me." He meant every word of it. It had been a long time since he'd been with such a gentle lover.

After Jake explored every last inch of Treston's body, he took off his light blue briefs and Treston went down on the floor to his knees without being asked. Treston rested his hands on Jake's hairy thighs and Jake rubbed his dick all over Treston's face. While Treston sucked his cock, he moved slowly and glanced up at Jake the entire time. This seemed to not only excite Jake, but also made him respond to Treston in an even gentler way. He wasn't one of those guys who rammed in and out of Treston's mouth, with thrusts and plunges. He moved his pelvis with ease, gazed down at Treston's eyes, and caressed the back of Treston's head. This wasn't a complete shock; Treston had learned men who are used to being with women typically make love less aggressively when they are with men. It was actually a nice change of pace from the usual knocks and jerks Treston had been getting from guys like Harlan Rocks and Chad Pratt.




 

 

When Treston had sucked Jake to the point of tasting him, and the head of Jake's dick began to expand, Jake reached down between his legs with both hands and held Treston's face. He took a deep breath and said, "I have condoms, man."

With half of Jake's dick still in his mouth, Treston nodded. Then he slowly moved his head away from Jake's crotch. Before he stood up, he sent Jake an upward glance and kissed his dick one last time. For some reason Treston had never understood, some men love to have their dicks worshipped, and Jake was one of them. Treston had never felt that way about his own dick. He liked it, and he didn't have any complaints. But he'd never expected anyone to worship it either.

While Jake put on the condom, Treston leaned forward over the metal desk this time and spread his legs. A moment later, he grabbed the edge of the desk and spread his legs wider when Jake's hand touched the bottom of his ass. Although the condom was pre-lubricated, Jake took a little extra time before he mounted him. He wet his middle finger with saliva and gently inserted it in a way that made the lips of Treston's anus respond with sensations that didn't usually happen until later. Treston lifted his bottom higher and stood on his tiptoes without saying a word. When he did this, Jake must have sensed his positive response and he shoved his finger all the way in and moved it around a few times.

Right before Jake mounted, he held Treston's hips and said, "This is going to sound dumb, but I can't believe I'm doing this to you right now. I can't stop thinking about the ping-pong balls, man. I've tapped ass before with chicks, but never with a dude who stuck a ping-pong ball shooter up his ass."

Treston stood higher on his tiptoes and wiggled his ass a few times. "To bad I didn't know. I would have brought the ping-pong balls with me and given you a private show."

After Treston said this, Jake held his hips tighter and he started to breathe heavier. Then he entered and Treston's head went back. "You're really a sweet guy," Jake said, and started moving his pelvis. "I thought you'd have a bad attitude like a lot of the hot guys who strip. But you're nothing like that at all."

By that time Treston's mouth was open and he didn't care about anything but getting fucked. Oh, he knew this was his one big downfall in life: he liked men. He swore to himself he would work on this. At least he knew he wouldn't fall in love with Jake, and this would just be a quick encounter that meant nothing to him. But this didn't mean he had to ignore the fact he liked everything Jake was doing to him at that moment, both physically and emotionally. If liking men and dick were his worst flaws in life, he figured he might be one of the lucky ones because at least he actually knew what he did like. From what he could see, most people didn't. 

After they came and Jake pulled out, Jake asked if he could keep Treston's see-through thong. They both knew they would probably never see each other again, so that wasn't an issue. If they did, it would be with Treston on stage and Jake in the audience. Treston slipped the thong over Jake's head, let it dangle from his neck, and said, "Happy birthday, handsome." He kissed him on the lips. "I hope you'll remember your thirtieth birthday for a very long time."

Jake gave him a big hug and said, "Oh, you can count on it. And thanks for being so cool about me being bisexual."

Treston reached down to squeeze his balls one more time before they got dressed. "I don't understand."