I had grown accustomed to the ordeal of waking up to the electrifying sensation that accompanied the sight of Jason's beautiful pink lips wrapped around my cock. He was, undoubtedly, the most gorgeous man that had ever come into my life. A ruggedly handsome face, framed by a French beard that always smelled of my cum and spiky jet black hair that made me melt each time he ran his fingers through them; all that was just an added bonus to the extremely lovable personality that I had fallen for. That had been a year and a half ago. But even now, nothing turned me on more than seeing his starry brown eyes peering into my own, as the bobbing of his skillful head periodically cast a shadow on my grinning face, thanks to the morning sun against our window.
"This guy is crazy", I thought as our first encounter made its way into my mind. I met him while auditioning 'eye candy' for our new line of sex clubs. As a young and active member of the Directorial Board at a very popular gay sex toy brand, my suggestion to start sex clubs around America garnered a lot of praise and, of course, the opportunity to meet Jason. After a few boring candidates, whose demeanor screamed that they'd rather die than be here, came Jason. He walked in with a crisp air of confidence that suited the formal attire he donned.
"You sure are dressed to impress", I joked as I laughed at the cruel irony that he was here to become a stripper. The two other board members in the panel chuckled as we waited eagerly for a reply from Jason.
That's when I saw it. The little piece of flattery that I had flung his way had pulled out the prettiest blossom of a smile. A smile that made his pink, blushing face so much more cuter than it already was. My heart skipped a beat and before I knew it, I had another throbbing organ filled with blood. My mind had wandered off to multiple frames of our naked bodies intertwined in an array of steamy position when Jason wet his lips to speak.
"It's hard to look good with your clothes on when everybody wants you naked. I'm glad you like it". My colleagues were visibly impressed. Not too cocky, and not too sissy. Delivered in just the right tone, with that oh-so-deadly smile of his.
The rest of the interview proceeded the same way. The confidence on Jason was something that we were longing to see in the candidates today. His smile and the way it pitched a tent in my pants was just the icing on the cake. I was having a very hard time keeping my thoughts to business matters, when I noticed my colleagues staring at me, giving me the green signal to have a go at him. The pornographic images in my head coupled with a fully engorged cock made me a tad more adventurous than I normally was.
"How about a lap dance?" Dammit, that came out before I could replace it with something more suited to the two people sitting next to me. Peter and Mitch stared at me like I had farted at a Board Meeting. Thinking on my feet, I went with - "His job will obviously involve, um... these kind of... meeting the clients' every wish and, you know, satisfying them." I had to clear my throat to cover up for the lack of blood to my vocal cords before I continued, "Maybe we should have a look at his..."
"Talent?" Jason was the one who completed my question, his gaze completely fixed on my eyes. From that look, I could sense what was coming, but I was in now way prepared for it.
He walked towards me, nice and slow. The brown pool of his eyes unflinching, as he neatly dropped his blazer. His muscular frame was covered by a tight fitting white dress shirt, pretty much transparent in little spots because of his sweat; the aroma of which soon had the whole room in an overdrive. He undid two buttons to reveal an evenly haired, sculpted chest, all the while touching himself and squeezing his dark brown nubs from outside the shirt. I pictured how I wanted to worship his body, leaving no spot untouched as I licked through his virile musk, acquainting myself with every quiver and whimper, dedicating all my energies into pleasuring this man until he was satisfied beyond compare.
The sound of his deep breathing distracted me for a second, a second which he wisely used to reconnect the eye contact that had been lost while I fantasized about him. This time, his deep brown eyes were long gone. Instead, I could see the lust swirling in his eyes, igniting the same passion in mine. My cock was in top gear, pushing against the shackles of my pleated pants. None of that mattered because the gravity of his eyes reassured me that I would get my satisfaction. The look on his eyes set the ambience of a beast closing in on its prey. But deep inside those glimmering brown wells, I could see a compassionate longing for someone who looked at him like I did. I could see a lonely hand stretched out for the caress of another. I could see, in its most pristine form, love.
That's when I decided that he was the one. I didn't care about the people in the room. I wanted him to use me. To victimize me. To show me what paradise would feel like. I wanted him to be the guide to my own body, caressing me, exploring me and satisfying me in ways only he could have done. I let out a soft moan and my eyes shut of their own accord. The visual imagery in my head grew more vivid with each passing second. The adonis of his body pulling mine into a deep embrace. Our tongues fighting for entry into each other's mouths, inhaling the potent scent of our combined sweat as my hands revel in the softness of his ass cheeks. My robust manhood in the caring grasp of his strong hands. Erect, aroused, begging for gratification.
