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Reunion in Staten Island 2

Two guys continue their relationship

There have been lots of requests for a sequel to Statie Island Reunion. This is pretty much stand-alone, but it is helpful to have read the first story first. All characters and places are fictional despite apparent references to reality. All characters engaged in sexual activity are over 18. ©2024, Brunosden. All rights reserved.

It’s late Friday afternoon. Mom left for Ft. Lauderdale yesterday after closing on the house. My meager possessions had been moved (by me) to a storage locker on the Island on Wednesday afternoon. I had supervised the move of her stuff on Thursday and she had stayed the night with a friend. I had taken two and half days off from work at F then drive them out? Is that what you’ve got in mind for me Billy?”

We were both enjoying the repartee–not to say anything about the terrific start-stop sex. But, I was painfully hard and ready to launch. And I could feel his little fuckers fighting to rush to the sun. “So this is what good lawyers do. We climb back in the saddle and prove our mettle.” I pushed him down hard and rammed with all my strength. Again he howled, for effect I think, but I pounded being sure to really punish his love nut. Over and over I jammed Kyle-jr into his molten hole. Then I let loose a gusher. He squeezed his butt cheeks to hold me tight and exploded as my spunk worked deep inside his hole. Then I bent down and nipped his neck to leave my “Kyle was here” mark.

I strained one last time to deposit the last of my cum as deeply as I could. Then I collapsed in sated exhaustion on this huge man that I had just taken in sexual combat. And still plugged tight.

“I’d say that was lawyer 1, client 9.”

“Not on your life. I let you take me–again. That was 10 for both of us. It’s the new math. 1+1=10 for both of us.”

“So it’s decided. You’re cuming to work for bursa merkez escort me.”

“I don’t think you understand, Billy. When a young lawyer leaves his firm, he’s changing his life. I’m in a top tier firm. If I leave and go corporate, no other firm would touch me if we don’t work together. It’s like selling out.”

“So what happens in a few years, when you’ve given up your youth to the grind, if they don’t make you partner? Fuck, they’ve already told you that don’t want your best friend’s business and fees. And you’ve already told me that you don’t like the job.”

“Actually, I love the work, but your’re right. Not the job.”

“So let me make you the offer you can’t refuse: We’re a top contractor, maybe number 3 in New York, with nearly a billion under construction. I’ve got more than a hundred employees and hundreds more under contract. My brother, sisters and I own it all–with the banks of course. I’m gonna be CEO in a month or so. I’ll double your salary at the firm. For a 40 hour week. We’ll get time to spend together. How about the Caribbean in February?”

He smiled, pushed his forearms under his head, and continued, “Kyle, breeders get to fall in love at first sight. I’ve been into you for over ten years. You won’t regret it. I promise. This is really not so sudden. At least for me. I know what I want, and I usually get my way.”

Before I could answer, he pulled me on top of him and our lips met. Again. Deep kissing a guy. I was getting used to it. Then his tongue dove in and started to duel. Fuck, that’s so sexy. So much harder than with a girl. Sex and power and strength are really great together.

A minute later his index finger was teasing the rim and penetrating an inch or so. How the fuck did he expect me to answer his question? I guess he didn’t. He wanted to finish his summation to the jury and bursa yabancı escort call for a verdict before they even had heard all the evidence. This is what he meant by my being incoherent. Once again, my cock started to harden, lengthen and leak. The cum was almost clear for had lots of aroma. He was milking me. I guess I had given him my answer. In the best way that I knew how. I let him. Actually, I wiggled my ass a bit to encourage his index finger deeper. Fuck he was a good negotiator. He always appealed first to the little brain in my dick. I’m going to have to work on that.

We didn’t leave the bed that night. We each had several more orgasms, more than I’ve ever had in any 24 hour period. Twice I took control and topped. The other time he did. His hole was clearly hungry for a little dick. Hell not a little dick, but my nice hefty banana. The second time I took him was long and lush. He was well-lubricated. So the slide was easier while still hot and tight–and I had more stamina. He kept calling for me to punch his love nut. And who am I, a mere future employee, to deny my future boss anything he wanted? I punched, then scraped, then crowded and paused. I could just feel the mutual throbbing of our blood vessels pumping size into our love machines.

The last was the best. I could feel his tightening walls pulsing against my hard shaft as he tightened his glute muscles. The build was slow and powerful. More like a giant surfing wave than the lap of waves on the shore. Build. Build. Curl. Tunnel, Pipe. Feel the tension. Move everything in its path. Then crash–as my legs and thighs stiffened to cause my cockhead to plunge head first into the crest–and his chute. It was exhilarating. Then climactic. Then suddenly peaceful. The release was incredible. I was drowning in his musk only to emerge, gripping him tight like a life bursa sınırsız escort preserver and plugging him forcefully.

I knew he felt it too. He filled my palm with repeated spurts of foaming cum. We lay with me partially over him as I began to massage his cum into his balls and cock and then up onto his hard square pecs. Finally I palmed the sensitive glans and he thrust his ass into me. I was still hard and deeply buried. I felt he was part of me.

We slept. I’m not sure when I slipped out. But my fist held his cock softly as we slept. Hours later we awakened in each other’s arms. My cock was resting in his cleft ready for more. I started to probe his rim, but he claimed he was sore. I relented and let him demolish my ass. Then, I made him go to the gym with me anyway. I think I’ve just established my worth as consigliere. But, he’s the capo.

I did work Friday, but I’m not sure how I managed to avoid some deprecating comment about the wild night that I had had on a “work night.” I was tired and drained. I looked drained and spent. And I walked funny. But, I did get through the day.

I was supposed to work Saturday and Sunday. But I blew both days off. I was leaving, and I knew that I would never see any part of the year-end bonus that was now four months off. Adding another 20 billable and giving up another weekend wasn’t going to change that. I’d give them notice on Monday. They could fire me on the spot. I don’t care. But, they wouldn’t. They didn’t want to lose my work in process. And I had a really good rep and a higher billing rate. I needed the weekend to think, and to “discuss” my future with Billy. Unfortunately, we did a lot more fucking than discussing that weekend.

*****

But, I handed in my resignation early Monday the following week and spent the rest of the day responding to various partners trying to talk me out of it. There were no suggestions of higher wages, bonuses or hints about early partnership eligibility. By six, it was a fait accompli. Al walked in with a last minute assignment just as I was putting on my suit coat. I looked up at him, smiled and said, “I’ll be happy to take care of this during regular hours. See you tomorrow, Al.” You shuld have seen his face. He’d been cold-cocked by an associate!

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