Opportunity knocks
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I’ve said before that I really prefer one fag at a time, but that sometimes I have more than one because of circumstances. Like what is happening in my life right about now.
While there is a small gym in our condo building, I have convinced Josiah to buy me a membership at this fancy,upscale gym in the neighborhood,and I work out there 4-5 times a week. This guy (I’ll call him Rich – rhymes with bitch) has been cruising me unmercifully for weeks. Well, a few days ago, he hung around the locker room –musta been 30 minutes – until I finished my workout. He struck up a conversation with me while we were showering and changing. He commented on the state of my muscular development and my antennas went up. We went out for coffee after the gym. Then a couple days ago, he said he was going that night to one of the hottest clubs in town, that he knew the bouncer and always got in and did I want to go. Of course I did. His car and driver picked me up that night and we went downtown to the club.
I had never been there and the place was hot. Rich was right, we cruised right in past the waiting line of wannabes. I drank a couple of $20 beers and then switched to $10 waters. I passed on the coke in the Men’s room. Rich and I picked up a couple of awesome chicks, and we took them back to Rich’s penthouse condo with spectacular city views.
i fucked one and Rich went after the other but I could tell that she was unsatisfied, So after chick No. 1 had her orgasm, I gave an orgasm to chick No. 2. Rich stood by in awe, and then asked if he could eat my load out of her twat.
“Go for it.” I said. And Rich did, with a vengeance.
Rich texted me the next morning, asking if I wanted to do the whole routine again. I texted back that Rich should consider eliminating the middle man (or middle women as it were) and take my load straight from the source. “Really” he responded by text. “As a matter of fact,” I texted back, “why not come over to my office now for a load.” Robert, my secretary, announced Rich’s arrival ten minutes later. That was Rich’s first load of the day. I texted him directing him to come back to my office mid-afternoon, and Rich again was there within 10 minutes. Robert was bemused; he knows me (and my cock as well). Rich took me out to an expensive dinner that night after which we went back to Rich’s penthouse and Rich got loads three and four of the day.
This morning Rich texted me asking if he could stop by my office at 10:00. I texted back that I’ll let him know if and when he can come over. Can’t let a fag get pushy. But Rich is, well, rich – fucking loaded. And pretty soon those loads are gonna start costing him – big time.
