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The white stretch limousine pulled up in front of the Royal Palm hotel and the doorman quickly ran up and opened the rear door to allow the passenger out while the chauffeur removed the baggage from the trunk. The passenger in the limousine was a tall black man, 6' 3", 225 lbs. He had short jet black hair with gray in the temples. He sported a neat goatee. He had handsome features and resembled actor Morgan Freeman. He wore a tailor made Brooks Brothers suit and wore a pair of one hundred dollar sun glasses. He was a wealthy man and a powerful man. He was Richard Marshall, CEO of World Wide Enterprises, one of the largest black owned corporations in the country. "Welcome to the Royal Palm and to the Island of St. Benjamin." The Door man said. But Richard wasn't interested in greetings, he wanted to get to his suite of rooms. He had to make a call back to the states and make sure things were taken care of. The doorman buzzed for the bell man to carry Richard's bags. After signing in at the front desk, he was shown to his hotel suite and after giving the bell man a healthy tip he picked up the telephone and made a call to his attorney in Los Angeles. "Henry! This is Richard. Is the matter settled?" He demanded. "Richard, we have a problem." "There should be no problem. It's over. I want him out. It's my house and he's out." "Richard," Henry began, "He says he will file a patrimony suit against you." Richard fumed. "The bastard is out of his fucking mind! I'm not giving him one red cent!" "Richard come back to L A. This is a bad time for you to be away." Henry advised. "No. If I come back now there will be a murder." "I will pretend you didn't say that." "Henry, when you have something good to report call me. I'm at the Royal Palm in St. Benny." Richard hung up the phone. Damn it! He should have known that Greg would cause trouble. For five years they were together. A happy couple or so he thought. Then he caught him fucking the gardener. That was it. Richard ended it all and put him out and now, when Greg is suppose to be getting his stuff and getting out he's threatening to file suits. Damn it! Love was more complicated than running a multi-million dollar corporation. Well this was it, no more of that love crap. He would concentrate on business and nothing else. He didn't need a man in his life making it tough. "I need to get out." He thought. Unpacking his luggage he pulled out his swimming trunks and his terry cloth pool jacket. He was going to walk on the beach and forget about Greg and everything else. The white sandy beach of St. Benjamin was rather crowded with swimmers, sun bathers, and surfers much to Richard's chagrin. He walked along the beach and he remembered the first time he'd brought Greg out to his beach front mansion in Malibu. They had walked on the beach until the sun went down and then on the balcony after a champagne dinner they kissed heavy, long, and passionately. There was no doubt in his mind that they were in love. How could he be so wrong. How could he have been so stupid. "Hey mon, whatcha cryin' bout?" Richard was so deep in thought that he hadn't noticed anyone. Through tear filled eyes he took in the form of the most gorgeous man he'd ever seen. He was about 6' in height with a lean yet muscular body, like a surfer's body. He had golden bronze skin, long dredlocks and the most piercing green eyes he'd ever seen. "Excuse me? " Richard blinked wiping away his tears. "It's such a beautiful day. Whatcha cryin' for?" "I wasn't crying. I just got...sand in my eyes." Richard lied. The man shrugged. " Oh, I thoughtcha was cryin'. You looked all sad and lonely and it's a shame cause you such a nice lookin' man. You should be smilin' all the time." Richard smiled. Was this guy coming on to him? No, he must be imagining things. "Thank you." The guy smiled and it was the brightest and sexiest smile he'd ever seen. " Now you look better smilin' mon. My name is Parris St. Jacque." "I'm Richard Marshall." They shook hands and the electricity that he felt was strong. He pulled his hand away. Parris was wearing a pair of skimpy bikini briefs and it was evident that he was well endowed. Very well endowed. "It was nice meeting you. Good day." Richard turning to leave. He felt a hand on his shoulder. "Hey mon. You just gonna leave me like this." "Like what?" Richard asked. Parris groped himself. " Like this." Richard looked down and then back into Parris's green eyes. This boy was trying to pick him up. Obviously he was a hustler. A hustler with a big dick and a fine ass. "How do you know I'm interested?" Richard asked. Parris smiled like the Chesire cat. " If you weren't you'd be gone by now." Richard nodded. "You gonna let Parris walk you through paradise and pleasure?" Parris smiled. "Yeah, why not." Richard said. "Your place or mine?" Parris asked. Richard looked at him and smiled. " Mine. It's closer." "Wow! All this is yours?" Parris walked around the hotel suite in awe of the elegance. " This place is twice the size of my home." Parris walked into the bedroom and laid across the king sized bed. Richard walked on behind him carrying to glasses. " I hope you like bourbon." Parris sat up. " Love it." Richard handed him the drink and sat next to him. They sipped drinks and made small talk. Richard couldn't take his eyes off of Parris. There he was in his little bikin trunks sprawled across his bed looking damn good. The bourbon was starting to take it's effect. Richard began rubbing Parris' thigh. "Now that's what I'm talkin' bout." Parris moaned. " Let's get busy." Richard covered Parris' body with his and began to kiss him passionately, then slowly started moving down his body. He sucked and nibbled on his hard nipples and Parris sucked in air and groaned. Richard's hand snaked down Parris' body and grasped his throbbing cock. 9 full inches. He pulled off the bikini swimwear off of Parris' body then spread apart his legs and began to lick his ass. Parris arched his back and moaned. " Oh shit mon. Do that." He put Parris's legs over his shoulders to give him better access to that fine, tight ass. Richard began fucking Parris' ass with his tongue, driving the man crazy with desire. " Oh shit! Oh shit!" "You like that tongue up your ass?" "Oh yeah! Oh Yeah!...Fuck me!" Parris moaned. Richard smiled as he prepared to enter him. He slowly slipped his 9" cock into Parris's hot, tight ass. Parris moaned and Richard almost exploded. Parris began to work his ass against Richard's strokes. " Oh god!...yes...fuck me! fuck that ass." Richard pumped away on that ass. He could feel himself getting close but he wasn't ready to let got. As he fucked Parris' ass, he also began jacking his cock and Parris went wild in desire and lust. He began panting as if he couldn't breath but it was desire that was overwhelming him. Richard continued fucking and jacking and when Parris' body went tense he knew that the Island stud was ready to blow. "Oh god! Oh yes! I'm gonna cum!" Parris whined and moaned. Richard closed his eyes as he felt himself approaching his own raging orgasm. "Oh yeah!" Richard moaned as he felt cock explode as he shot hot cum into Parris's ass. Parris sucked in and when he felt Richard's hot cum inside him it took him over the brink and he exploded all over his neck and chest. They fell asleep in each others arms exhausted from their activities. When Richard awoke he was in the bed alone. No surprise. He got out of bed and went straight to his wallet. All his money and credit cards were accounted for. He headed back to bed and that's when he noticed the note on the bedside table. He picked it up and read it. Hey Mr. Rich mon. You were really good mon. No one's ever worked my ass like you did. If ya check your wallet you'll find everything still there but I was tempted. Maybe I'll see ya again. Parris. Richard smiled, put the letter down and crawled back in bed. "You just may, you just may."