CHAPTER ONE
Ferrante Architectual Solutions--Monday
Greg Ferrante was working feverishly on plans for the condominiums/hotel/special-themed amusement park complex he was designing in Las Vegas. He was working on it for weeks, revising where needed and will send the owner and developers the computerized draught by the end of the week. This project would ensure his prominence in the architectural community. It was close to noon, the spring sunlight flowed through the windows making the room bright and lively.
He needed to stretch his legs and move about to clear his mind. He designed his office suite, which was located in the Chelsea section of Greenwich Village. It was a reconverted warehouse where he bought the penthouse floor for his firm and personal living space for his convenience; he remodeled it into a two-story duplex. He put in very long hours and had clients world-wide; there were nights he needed to stay to take important international phone calls. It was also trendy for entertaining new high-profile clients.
His personal living suite was located on the top floor consisted of his large workspace, large L-shape desk with matching credenza, a couch and a love-seat. There was also a fully stocked bar and kitchenette filled with high-end stainless steel appliances including a nicely stocked pantry and a beautifully furnished dining space. There was a hall from his office suite leading to his private bedroom with an on-suite bathroom. Downstairs from Greg's office suite was an art deco space for showcasing the present models of their ongoing projects, then it lead to the open, divided workstations of the two other architects and their interns working with Greg. There was additional unused space for the firm to grow.
Greg was in his early thirties, medium height, was muscular, had large brown eyes, shoulder-length brown wavy hair and a smile that could light up a city. His charisma and knowledge of what his clients wanted made him the most sought after architect worldwide; he needed to expand to keep up with the demand. He used consultants and freelancers whenever possible, however it was time to bring someone else on board. Greg needed someone with experience and with renown who would be willing to join his firm and someday partner with him. He didn't care to interview those whose work he wasn't familiar with. It was close to lunch time and decided to prepare himself something to eat and bring it to his desk to start searching for someone on his computer. He had been hearing plenty of positive chatter about Matthew Hunter, he knew about him and his numerous achievements. As an intern, Matthew ingenuously designed the Iraqi Veteran's Memorial in New Jersey. It was situated in a park with fountains, landscaped with shrubs and evergreens. A year after graduating one of Matthew's home designs was featured on Sculptured Cribs. He decided to take a leap and recruit Matthew; he hoped that Matthew would be willing to accept. Greg pondered about asking Gabriel, his architectural engineer, who was just as qualified, but decided against it. Greg thought Gabriel was extremely good-looking and was aroused by him, but never made a sexual advance on him. Greg would quietly relieve himself as well as frequent the gay hot spots throughout New York City. Gabriel on the other hand fell in love with Greg the first moment he saw him but kept his feelings in check frequenting the gay bars as well. Gabriel was married to a demanding alcoholic wretch and needed a change and an outlet where he can feel some sort of emotion. Greg decided to get comfortable on his sofa as he thought fondly of Gabriel; he felt himself through his pants and his bulge grew slightly. He took a deep breath as he slowly unzipped his pants and reached into his briefs and pulled out his slowly growing cock. He admired the sight of it growing as he caressed it lovingly while thinking of Gabriel. He longed to shove his eight inch hefty cock into Gabriel's hole while his kissed him. Gabriel was so beautiful with his blonde wavy hair and muscular build, oh, just to touch him, ah, to feel his heart beating as I lay my head on his beautifully sculpted chest. It feels so good to stroke myself as I fantasize about you, Gabriel, oh, hah, I'm getting hard, oh yeah, hah, ooh! You would love my cock, Gabriel! Oh yes, oh, I long to deep throat you with my cock, oh God, I fucking want you! I need to stroke faster, oh, oh, hah, I'm going to come, oh, oh, ooh!
His attention turned to his wife Kathleen, who recently set up her own IT consulting firm, was finally able to work from home. He wanted to approach her about starting a family; he was ready and hoped she would be too. He longed to know what their children would look like.
Greg was an only child and didn't have a large family and didn't know how it felt to be a part of one, thus he wanted a nice-sized family. When Kathleen and Greg were going out he distinctly stated that he desired children. Kathleen agreed that she wanted children and agreed to marry him when he proposed to her several years ago.
CHAPTER TWO
Several years ago in Maui
Greg unexpectedly fell in love with Kathleen, they met while on the idyllic beach vacationing in Maui, he couldn't take his eyes off of her. She was tall, curvaceous with long blonde hair, blue eyes, a cute nose and perfect smile. She had melon-sized firm breasts and a small waist, wearing a black thong bikini and Greg was surprised when he became aroused while watching her. This confused and upset Greg because he came to Maui with Carl, his boyfriend and lover since high school. They were there all week and tomorrow they would be leaving for California where they both went to school. Carl was Puerto-Rican, with medium height, had curly brown hair, a well-defined goatee, large brown eyes, beautiful lips and an inviting smile. Carl wanted to sleep in then start packing, so Greg decided to go to the beach early. Greg did not want to approach Kathleen especially with his prominent bulge that a towel wouldn't conceal. He could feel his pre cum slowly oozing from his slit.
Unfortunately for Greg, Kathleen noticed him staring at her and walked over to him and introduced herself.
"Aloha handsome, I'm Kathleen, what's yours?" she asked smiling.
"Aloha, I, I'm Greg, nice to meet you," he said nervously while trying to conceal his erection.
"Are you here alone?" asked Kathleen. She was here with her girlfriend who left early.
"My boyfriend is still sleeping," mentioned Greg. "I left him a note on my pillow telling him that I'd be here."
"What about you, are you here with anybody?" asked Greg.
"I was, however my girlfriend had to leave unexpectedly," said Kathleen.
"Carl and I will be leaving tomorrow," said Greg.
"Do you mind if I buy you a drink while you're waiting for him?" asked Kathleen.
"Uh, I guess it's ok," said Greg smiling.
Greg and Kathleen were having drinks together at the bar and were really getting along, surprisingly he found himself liking her and was now hard as a rock. The weather started to change, a shower was approaching. Greg was just about to get up and tell her he needed to leave when she suggested that they go to her room.
"Greg, come back to my room, the weather is changing, we're in the same hotel," said Kathleen.
"I don't think so, thanks, but I'd like to see if Carl's awake," said Greg.
"If he was, he would have called you by now, come to my room until he wakes," said Kathleen.
"Alright, let's go," agreed Greg. He was undoubtedly nervous, he knew for sure he would fuck her, he was hoping to have condoms in his bag.
When they arrived in her room she closed the door behind them and locked it. Kathleen stared at him and leaned against him, felt his bulge with her hand and heard him breathing heavily.
"I need to do something about this nasty bulge of yours," said Kathleen.
"What to do you have in mind?" asked Greg as he winked at her.
She kissed him and he kissed her passionately while groping at her firm round breasts. She slowly lowered his bathing suit to reveal a fully erect eight inch hefty cock, which she started sucking and stroking. Greg was panting and couldn't believe how good Kathleen was at working his dick! After twelve strong strokes Greg was ready to pop his load.
"Oh, oh, ah, hah, oh you're so good, hah, oh, Kathleen, oh yeah, oh, I'm coming, oh, hah, get ready, oh, hah, oh God, oh here," he panted as he heard her gulp down his creamy offering. She continued sucking until the last drops of cum from his slit.
"Eh, thank you, uh, I should go now," said Greg nervously, now relieved he climaxed quickly without having to fuck her.
"You seriously don't like being with women?" asked Kathleen.
"I prefer men, I always have, what just happened is not usual and doesn't make me bisexual. You worked my dick like a guy!" said Greg nervously.
"You appear shocked that you enjoyed it!" said Kathleen.
"I am," said Greg in disbelief.
