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Consultant to the Board, Part 3 There was not much room in the shower with the door pulled closed. As I turned to switch on the water, I said jokingly to Costa, “Listen, Shop Boy, there’s not enough space in here for both of us at the same time. You’ll have to get out.” “Forget it and get used to what we have now,” he replied. “In a couple of seconds there will be even less room!” Turning back to face him, I saw what he meant. His cock was stiffening at rapid speed. I pushed him gently so that his back was against the wall opposite the taps, reached to the shelf above his head and brought down the shampoo. “Dave,” Costa said, peering at me through the dirty water running off his forehead. “I am too tired to wash myself. Please do it for me?” “The youth of today,” I muttered, pretending I was annoyed. “The twenty-eight year old boy spends a few hours packing a storeroom right, and then has no strength to wash himself. What next? Breakfast in bed?” “That wouldn’t be such a bad idea,” giggled Costa, grabbing the shampoo bottle from me, pouring some shampoo into his hand and handing the bottle back. “Here, grandpa, allow me.” He rubbed his hands together and reached up to my head. His strong fingers tenderly massaged the gel into my hair, worked it up into a lather and rubbed caringly. “Excuse me, oh tall one, but would you mind lowering your head so I can reach all of it?” he inquired sarcastically. Costa was only an inch or two shorter than I. Grabbing the soap from the shelf, I sank to my knees. Costa’s dick was positioned right in front of my face. As he continued to massage my head, I soaped up my hands, lifted them to his balls, softly working my hands through the coarse pubic hair and around his buttocks to the small of his back. Leisurely I washed the matted dirty hair there; re-soaped my hands and brought them back to his thighs. His juicy, fat uncircumcised penis was fully erect and kept prodding into my face. “Costa,” I snapped, “keep this thing under control. You’ll poke my eyes out with it.” Costa laughed. “You’re closer to it than I am,” he said, “and anyway, my hands are busy.” With my right hand, I grabbed the fleshy base of his dick while I worked my left hand gradually down the long length of his solid shaft, pulling his foreskin down as I did. Costa shuddered violently, thrusting his hips forward. His hands stopped working through my hair and he gripped my head tightly. Cupping his balls in one hand, I worked the other around the base of his great purple-red helmet, thumbing his piss-slit and rubbing lightly along the underside of his penis. Then I ducked my head sideways. A jet of hot water slammed straight onto Costa’s crotch and he bellowed in surprise. “Keep quiet, Shop Boy,” I admonished him. “You’ll wake the neighbors.” Still holding his balls and positioning my head in front of him again, I opened my mouth wide and took his head into the hot, wet inside. Costa’s knees trembled fiercely, and he gripped my shoulders hard. Sucking, now gently, suddenly strong, I worked my tongue over his large juicy head, working my tongue into his piss-slit, licking out the streaming pre-cum that was running freely. I licked around that sticky plum and lapped the tender, taut flesh underneath his cock. Costa thrust his hips forward, trying to get me to take more of him into my mouth, but I pulled back, keeping in just the luscious fat ripe helmet. His hands were working furiously on my head, my neck, my shoulders, while his groans became stronger and more urgent. Suddenly I took a deep breath and lunged my head forward, swallowing all fifteen centimeters of him. His dick-head smacked against the back of my throat and then as I moved my head up, slid down my throat. All at once I felt his ball-bag tighten and he clenched my shoulders in a vice-like grip. I pulled my face back from where it was buried deep in his sodden brown pubic hair and let his dick slip up my throat and into my mouth. Opening my mouth, I quickly sucked in what air I could; closed my lips around him and allowed him with a thrust of his strong hips to drive his dick down my throat again. Once more, I pulled back, but this time keeping my lips firm around his unyielding shaft. With a yelp, Costa shoved forward and spewed a load of hot, salty cum down my throat. I continued to work my head back and forth and with each movement, Costa shot anew. His balls knocked against my chin and with each connection he gasped raggedly. Gradually, his frenzied thrusting slackened off. His powerful grip on my shoulders relaxed, and his legs started to shake. Slowly, I drew my head back from his groin, his softening dick slipping easily from my throat. I worked my tongue from side to side, as he withdrew, and he moaned afresh. His dick, slick with his cum and my saliva, hung limp and weak from the soaking nest of his pubes. Costa’s legs gave way, and, groaning he collapsed onto the shower floor, his back resting against the wall. His eyes stared at me reproachfully. “What you try to do to me?” he sighed contentedly. “I am but a young man, but I think you want to end my life here, tonight.” “Stop moaning, youth.” I snorted. “Get up – I still have to wash the rest of you – you are not getting into my bed all grimy like you are.” Grabbing Costa under his sinewy arms, I pulled him to his feet, allowing my still-hard penis to brush down his stomach and rub against his own flaccid member. Turning him about so he faced the wall, and blocking the water from the shower spray, I ran the soap over his body from his virile neck to his firm buttocks. With open palms, I leisurely kneaded Costa’s supple body from top to bottom, screwing my knuckles into all the knots and sore spots and running my hands along his corded brown arms. His moans gradually became sighs, especially when I worked up and down on his hairy soccer-player’s legs and the supple flesh of his inner thighs. “David,” Costa said, “I’m beginning to look as wrinkled as my grandmother. How much cleaner you think we can get?” “I thought you had fallen asleep,” I answered. “Nearly,” Costa replied, twisting to face me and reaching to switch off the water. “Come, let me dry you and then we get to bed.” Five minutes later we were snuggled up close, between crisp linen sheets. I raised myself on one elbow and looked at Costa intently. “Why you look at me like you haven’t eaten tonight?” he inquired. “Because unless you count 15 kilos of potato dust, we haven’t eaten tonight.” “Humph!” he snorted. “I’m not too senile to recall you getting a long drink of protein earlier.” “I suppose that is correct,” I agreed. “And anyway, I have nothing in the house worth eating. That’s why I stopped by the shop this evening.” Costa sat up straight, shoving me down onto the pillows. “What you mean?” he growled, glaring at me. “You mean you didn’t come to see me?” “Well, no,” I admitted. “I actually hoped,” I started smiling, “it would be your brother at work!” “I see.” Costa scowled and poked me in the chest with a hard finger. “So, you were disappointed to find the younger, more energetic, better-looking younger brother instead.” “The younger brother was there, I believe, but I don’t know about his being more energetic or better looking,” I answered thoughtfully. “Really?” Costa replied, raising his eyebrows. “Yes,” I said. “But I also hear that the older brother has an even smaller cock than me.” “No!” exclaimed Costa. “Not possible!” “Not that you would know,” I added. “That is true,” nodded Costa. “It has been so long and there have been so many men in my life in the meantime…” “I see,” I retorted. “In that case, you may leave now and go and find one of them to spend the rest of the night with. Goodnight.” I closed my eyes and rolled over, showing Costa my back. “Okay,” he said agreeably. “Goodbye.” I felt him get out of the bed and heard him walk to the door. “I switch off the light for you so you sleep well,” he said, flicking the room into darkness. The front door opened, then shut. I grinned to myself and pulled the sheet over my shoulder, burrowing down into the pillows. “Ten…nine…eight…seven...six…” I counted to myself, closing my eyes. A warm hand groped under the sheet and found my penis. I let out a loud snore. The hand stroked me delicately, drawing my penis up from its nest of black pubes. I snored again, shifting my hips closer to the edge of the bed. The hand withdrew and I rolled onto my back, tossing aside the top sheet as I did so. For a while, nothing happened. I opened my eyes and stared about the room as best I could in the dark. There was no sign of Costa. I lay there for a while on my back, staring up at the ceiling, thinking about the events of the evening and wondering about Costa, and about Savvas, the older and just as spunky-looking brother. I closed my eyes again and pulled the pillows into a more comfortable position, leaving my arms tucked behind my head. Then the mattress rocked slightly and a warm mouth closed over my cock and sucked nimbly. My eyes flew open to see a pair of balls hanging over my face. “Aaaah,” I sighed languidly. “So dreams do come true.” There was no reply - the only sign that Costa had heard me was more active tonguing around my stiff, cut shaft. I wrapped my legs around Costa’s torso and locked my knees behind his back. He pushed himself against my legs and, still working on my dick, lifted my ass from the bed. With one hand supporting my back, he stopped sucking me and quickly stuck a finger of his other hand into his mouth. Then he resumed working on my tool, lapping at my shaft, blowing warm breaths onto my red, engorged head and teasing the nerve-jangling skin under my piss-slit. Without warning, he slid his finger into my ass right up to the knuckle. I gasped aloud and gripped the bed sheets in both hands. The sensation was unbelievable – his tongue and mouth were performing magic on my dick while his finger worked in and out of my tense hole. As I lay there enjoying the incredible feeling, my ass muscles relaxed and Costa grunted in appreciation. He moved his finger against all the walls inside me, knowing when to apply more pressure and when to go delicately. I was aware of the warmth of the skin on his back through my legs wrapped securely about him. I could smell his clean, musky man smell and see the tufts of hair in his armpits. His never-satisfied juicy tool dribbled pre-cum onto my chest. Then, still keeping me in his mouth, Costa pulled his finger from my hole and, crouched over my face and gripping me securely under my buttocks with his callused hands, shuffled backwards over my head, pulling my groin up so that I was balanced almost on my neck and shoulders. I pressed my tongue hard into his ass crack and he groaned, sending a vibration up my dick. As Costa pressed my dick into the back of his throat, he pulled me hard towards him and then rolled forward, letting the pressure off my shoulders. All the while he was kneaded and massaging my balls. Again he rocked with me, then again and again, and on the fourth try I felt myself lose control. Thrashing my head from side to side on the pillows, I sensed my balls pulling together and I shoved my dick as far down Costa’s throat as I could. He lifted his face from my crotch and I followed upwards. As he took me fully down his hot, constricting throat, I surrendered and spewed a burning load of cum into his belly, again and again. My body went limp and I clutched at his waist, repeatedly crying, “YES, YES, YES” as I sent rope after rope of white stuff into him. Costa held his mouth tight and still over my dick as I bucked and jerked in his mouth - droplets of his sweat and pre-cum dripped onto my stomach and mingled with my own sweat. After a while, I heaved a great sigh and was sated and totally spent. Costa lifted his head from my tender penis, laid me gently down, turned around and said, “If I knew you would make so much noise, I would have alerted the neighbors first.” “Down, Shop Boy,” I murmured, pulling him to lie in the crook of my arm. “I thought it would show you what a home delivery entails.” “This we must discuss with my brother,” Costa mumbled, “in our meeting in… three hours time.” “Yeah,” I agreed, “but now, to sleep.” Costa cuddled closer to me and laid an arm across my chest, plucking lazily at my chest hair. “Goodnight, Mr. Executive,” he yawned. “Just remember at the meeting to discuss your election to the Board.” END OF PART 3 Ódrewf82, 280201 If you enjoyed this story, and would like to follow this developing relationship between Dave and Costa (and maybe Savvas?), contact me at drewf82@hotmail.com and let me know. I welcome all ideas for story lines and am always open to positive suggestions.