“I’m glad you could meet me here,” Brad said. “I don’t do this often.”

“I don’t either,” Richie said. Though his choices in men hadn’t been very good in the past, he’d never been promiscuous in the sense that he went out cruising all the time. This meeting with Brad was his first time with a man in over nine months. It’s not that he didn’t have plenty of opportunities. It’s just that he preferred men with which he shared an emotional connection.

For the next half hour, they rolled around in the sheets and kissed. When Richie saw that Brad wasn’t going to go down on him, Richie told Brad to close his eyes and he went down on Brad. The one thing he’d always liked about guys like Brad was that they were clean and they smelled like soap. Brad reminded him of talcum powder and musk cologne. Brad didn’t wear cologne or after shave but he had his own distinct aroma, especially between his legs.

Richie forgot all his inhibitions and ravished him. He played with Brad’s balls and then sucked them. He licked every inch of Brad’s crotch. He took his time and Brad stretched out and moaned softly. When he finally took Brad’s dick into his mouth and started sucking, Brad reached down, caressed his head, and moaned even louder. By this time, Richie knew what Brad liked. Though Brad wanted to think of himself as the dominant top…the aggressive one…all he wanted to do was lie back and let Richie do all the passive aggressive work.

By the time Richie sucked Brad off to the point where he was ready to come, he stopped a moment before Brad climaxed and said, “I’m going to do something you’re going to love now.” He knew Brad would have come in his mouth and that would have been the end of it. He wouldn’t have minded. But he hadn’t been with a man in a long time and he wanted more.

“I already love what you’re doing,” Brad said.

“You’ll like this just as much.”

Richie climbed up and straddled Brad’s hips. He reached for the small jar of petroleum jelly Brad had brought into the room and he scooped out a small amount with two fingers. While Brad watched everything he did, Richie reached around and spread the grease all over his hole. When he inserted two fingers, Brad bit his bottom lip and stared at him with hungry, glazed eyes. And when he grabbed Brad’s dick and sat all the way down on it, Brad bolted forward and said, “Fuck yes. Damn, that’s hot.”

Richie took Brad into his body fast. He’d never been one to complain about pain or discomfort and didn’t understand those who did. Richie smiled and reached out with both hands. He pushed Brad backwards and said, “Just closed your eyes and let me do everything.”

“Oh fuck, that feels so good,” Brad said, gently shoving his dick deeper into Brad’s body.

Richie didn’t actually have a favorite position in bed. But this particular position was one of the most comfortable. He knew how to control his sphincter muscle and he knew how to rock and grind his hips with a constant even rhythm. He hadn’t met a man yet he couldn’t get off in this position.

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And Brad was no exception. In less than fifteen minutes, Richie was grinding and squeezing and Brad was on the edge. When Brad came, his entire body shuddered, his upper body jerked forward, and he let out a deep howl that went right through Richie’s body. Richie came a second later, all over Brad’s torso. Then Richie rode Brad’s dick until they both went flaccid. After that, they took a quick shower together and got dressed.

While Richie was putting on his socks, Brad caressed the back of his neck and said, “I wish we had more time. But my friend will be home soon. I hope that’s okay.”

Richie shrugged. He didn’t have much of a choice. “I’m okay. I had fun.”

Brad buckled his belt and said, “I hope we can meet again. Like I said, I don’t do this often and you’re very special.”

Richie had been hoping Brad would say something about meeting again. He couldn’t be the one to do it. Brad would think he was being possessive and clingy. For a minute there he’d been worried this might be a one time thing. But he wanted to play hard-to-get a little, too. “I guess we can. Let me know and I’ll see if I’m free.”

“I’ll check with my friend and let you know tomorrow at work,” Brad said.

There was no talk about making plans to get together for dinner…or a real date. When it occurred to Richie that he had plunged back in the same situation he’d once sworn he’d never be in again, a wave of despair passed through his body. But he liked Brad and he thought there might be a chance for them to have something more than just a dark, clandestine relationship. He wasn’t in love with Brad…at least not yet. Though he’d never been in love with anyone, he could love a man like Brad. It wouldn’t be difficult.

When they were dressed, they cleaned up the apartment and tried to put everything back the same way they’d found it. When Richie glanced at the bed it didn’t seem quite right. The bedspread appeared off center and the pillows weren’t tucked in as neatly as they had been. So while Brad waited for him out in the living room, Richie went back one last time to straighten out the pillows. When he glanced down at the nightstand he saw a small photo of a familiar face next to the telephone.

He lifted the photo and took a closer look. The familiar face in the photo belonged to Toby MacFarlane. He was standing with four other guys and they were all wearing baseball uniforms. The photo looked recent, as if it had been taken in college. Richie set the photo down and left it where he’d found it. Then he wondered if Toby MacFarlane knew who Brad was bringing to his apartment.

Chapter Three

“I’d like to discuss something with you that I think will benefit both of us,” said Brad Lindsay. “Please have a seat. It won’t take long.”

Toby had just entered Brad’s large corner office with the wall of glass and the view overlooking the Manhattan skyline. He crossed to one of the black leather chairs in front of Brad’s sleek, Lucite desk and sat down without saying a word. He had no idea why he’d been summoned to Brad’s office on that Monday afternoon. But he had a feeling it had something to do with the blow job he’d given Brad on Friday night. He folded his hands and tried to smile. But deep inside his stomach was turning around in circles.

Brad sat back in his large leather recliner, lifted his arms, and laced his fingers behind his head in that way smug, powerful people often do. He smiled at Toby and said, “I’ve seen your work and I think it’s very good. I know the senior partners have mentioned how talented you are, too. We all think you have a great deal of potential here.”




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