Bad Boy Billionaires 2 : The Wall Street Shark(18)

Evan felt more like eighty years old. The way he'd said "anyways" made Evan cringe for a second. He tried pushing him one more time; he tried one last time explaining that he hadn't planned to seduce him. When he was sober, Evan didn't think that way and he never planned anything in advance-which tended to be part of his problem in life. But the guy continued to caress his thigh, which only made Evan's voice grow weaker. Then he started to unbutton Evan's shirt. Before Evan knew it, the white shirt was falling off his shoulders and the young guy was pulling down Evan's underpants.

It all happened fast and Evan had no time to think about it. When he realized how attracted he was to this guy, he stopped talking, stopped making excuses, and submitted completely. Although he had sex with Jeffery often, this was the first time in a long time he'd had sex with another man while he hadn't been drinking. It wasn't cheating. Jeffery and Evan had an open marriage and Jeffery had been the one who'd wanted an open marriage. But more than that, this young red-headed guy with the scruffy beard and shiny black jacket had always been the kind of man Evan had fantasized about. He wasn't by any means as attractive as Jeffery, at least not in a handsome refined way. This guy was stockier and rougher. His hands moved with sharp jerks in ways that made Evan breathe heavier. He spoke with poor grammar and didn't seem to care. When he pulled the white shirt of Evan's back and said, "You don't need to do nothing but what I tell you to do," Evan's erection started to pulse. 

Then he pulled Evan's underwear down to the middle of his thighs and he slapped Evan on the ass. "Get down on your fucking knees and suck my dick. You know that's what you want. That's why you answered the door dressed that way. You don't have to play no games with me, man. It's cool. I'll take care of you."

Evan thought about protesting all this one more time. But it didn't seem to matter anymore. Jeffery was off on the West Coast doing whatever it was he did without Evan. As far as Evan knew Jeffery could have been screwing half the guys in Silicon Valley. So he reached up and caressed the red-headed guy's scruffy face, and then he pulled off his underwear, went down on his knees, and pulled the guy's zipper down.

The guy turned out to be as thick as Evan had hoped he would be. He'd also been wearing boxer shorts, which Evan had hoped he would be wearing. Although Jeffery always wore expensive designer underwear, the rough guys who wore loose boxer shorts did something to Evan he couldn't explain. He even enjoyed reaching into the fly of the guy's boxer shorts to pull out his dick. Nothing could be more of a turn off to Evan than a guy wearing underwear that looked like women's panties.

Evan took his time and held him gently. When his dick was sticking out of his shorts, Evan then reached in to pull out his balls. He saw no reason to hold back. He'd never done anything like this with a delivery man and he wanted to enjoy the novelty of the experience for as long as it lasted.

The guy spread his legs wider and he grabbed Evan's head with both hands. When he leaned back, Evan closed his eyes and started sucking. He had to open his mouth extra wide; the corners of his lips hurt because the guy was so thick. But once Evan's tongue found the bottom of the guy's shaft, his jaw indented and he went to work. The guy held his head the entire time, pulling and jerking him around. At some point, the aggressive guy moved his hips and slammed into the deepest part of Evan's throat without warning. Evan had never been the type to gag; he'd never coughed or choked. A big thick dick in his mouth felt as natural to him as a length of rosary beads in a nun's hand. Although he wouldn't have gone as far as calling cock-sucking a religious experience, it came damn near close to putting him into a higher state of consciousness. In fact, for gay men like Evan, nothing else existed to which cock-sucking could be compared.

The guy had to get back to work, so they both knew it wouldn't last long. Eventually, the guy grabbed the back of Evan's head and said, "Get up and bend over the table."

While Evan followed his orders, the guy took a condom out of his back pocket, pulled his pants and boxer shorts down to his knees, and put on the condom. Evan was ready and waiting for him. He'd lifted his right leg up and rested it on the dining table and his left remained braced to the floor. The guy slapped Evan's ass with his dick and he played with Evan's hole for a minute or two with his fingers. When he finally entered, Evan's head went up and he grabbed both sides of the table and squeezed as hard as he could. Though the condom was pre-lubed, the girth and length felt more like an invasion than a welcoming experience. The pain rendered Evan speechless for so long he never thought it would pass.

But when it did, which he knew it would, Evan arched his back and reached around the grab the young guy's thigh. Each time the guy went deep, Evan pulled on his thigh, begging him to go even deeper without saying a word. They lasted in this position for a few minutes, then the guy pulled out and said, "Get on your back and lift up your legs."