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Call Boy By Chance, Part 2
by Gentilly
Marc said, "Can you be at the Palm Court at 3?"
"Sure, Marc. Will Charles be there?"
"Yeah, he'll pay us both."
"Great!"
"Uh...Greg...uh...would you mind if I came over?"
"Sure, Marc, I'm alone."
A half hour later, Marc was at the door. I wasn't even dressed, just boxers, but I made coffee and Marc and I made ourselves comfortable on my bed. Marc said, "You don't mind that I roped you into the profession?"
"Hell, no, I should kiss you!" Marc said,
"Why don't you, Greg?"
I said, "Well, Marc, I want to but I got the impression over the last 7 years that you just wanted to be just friends." Marc lunged at Greg and gave him a lip lock that wouldn't stop.
Marc broke the kiss and said, "Greg, can you forgive me? I didn't realize...Oh, I didn't realize anything! Give me another chance."
"I don't get it, Marc."
"Okay, I'll cut to the chase. Let's move in together. We'll be making a lot of money and I want to be with you, Greg. I want you to fuck me and kiss me all the time! Whattya say?"
I needed 2 seconds. "Find us the perfect place and you're on!"
We fucked until it was time to meet Charles at the Plaza. As Marc and I waited in the Palm Court for Charles, We held hands under the linen covered table. Charles appeared, sat, ordered tea, and handed us each a small envelope. Charles said, "Boys, as of last night, you two are my collegiate-type stars. You made me look good. Tonight I have a client that wants both of you. Any objections?"
"No, sir."
"No, Charles!"
“Good! Of course, there will be more money. Here's the room number. He's at the Four Seasons. Check in with the concierge. You're expected at 9." Charles stood to leave, turned and said, "Boys, thank you."
Marc and I arrived at the Four Seasons at 8:50. We identified ourselves to the concierge who escorted us to the unmarked elevators to the Penthouse Suites. The door opened to a tall, average looking guy, completely naked. In a drawl he said, "You can put your clothes on the couch. I want to see you together naked in the bed." We could do that! As we climbed in to the big bed, our host said, "Kiss each other. Hug each other!" We did that and the drawling john said, "OOooo, yeah! I bet you two fuck all the time! Ahhh, yeah put your tongue deeper down his throat. Oh, shit, that's so beautiful!" Marc and I were hot! Did this cowboy just want to watch us fuck? No. He got out two dildos, greased them up, straddled us and in one stroke had us both impaled. We were still kissing and knew that each other was grimacing. However, this cowboy knew his dildo action and soon we were moaning in pleasure.
Marc reached up, grabbed the cowboy by the neck and laid a deep kiss on him. The cowboy was so excited; he leaned down and kissed us both, first one then the other. He was a hot kisser! Marc plopped out his dildo and guided the cowboy’s hand to his asshole. The cowboy wasn't stupid and soon had 5 fingers up Marc's ass. The cowboy worked the dildo in my ass--we were just a jumble of penetrated orifices, sucking, licking and kissing.
The cowboy withdrew himself from the mound of boy flesh and, stroking his dick, said, "I wanna see y'all two beauties fuck. I just wanna watch." Marc and I wasted no time. He had his thick cock in me in a minute, my legs over his shoulders, his slim hips pounding his dick into my ass. The cowboy moved in for a close look, still wanking his cock. As Marc and I reached a hot crescendo, the cowboy jerked off furiously. I shot first, the cowboy shot all over us and Marc filled my ass with cum. We all collapsed on each other and kissed copiously
We talked after we caught our breath. He really was a cowboy! But his huge ranch now pumped more oil than the North Sea! The envelopes he gave Marc and I each had $1000! He said he would ask Charles for us again.
Marc and I walked home, talking about our futures and our love.
THE END, part 2
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