Date: Fri, 15 Aug 2008 09:34:05 -0700
From: Jay roberts <diplomat1501@msn.com>
Subject: 'Rene & Ruth Redecorate My Life, Part Two" by Jay Roberts  Gay Encounters

Here we are, standing in the foyer of my prospective apartment.  The foyer
is large than my present hovel.  Rene is carrying heavy books with samples
of flooring, carpet and wallpaper, Ruth, books of fabric.  In each room we
stop and they dramatically describe their recommendations.  I can't absorb
or they tell me.  They talk fast and they charm we with touches to my chest
and cheek.  Their eyes glint and their white teeth gleam with excited
smiles.

Finally, I hold up my hands like a traffic cop, "Stop. I accept."

"Accept what?"  They both say.

"Everything.  The apartment your decorating ideas, everything."

They look at each other.  They both say, "Good."

Rene thinks for a minute.  "I'll start tomorrow.  With luck, we should have
this place finished and habitable in three weeks...maybe two.  We'll work
our little asses off for you."

"Yum," was all I said.

"Now to Barney's."

"Whose Barney?"

"It's a store, a good one.  Tops, but not cheap.  Cheap is for your old
life."

Barney's was a beautiful store.  It's d‚cor made you want to buy
everything.  It also smelled good.  The two lawn ornaments, as I thought of
them, rushed around pulling stuff off shelves and hangers, upsetting the
classy salesmen who followed them around in consternation.

Finally, they pushed me into a dressing room.  Wow, this was some room,
big, with two chairs in it.  "Get your shitty stuff off and let's see how
these look."  That was pushy Rene.

I was down to my under shorts and was about to grab a pair of pants when
Ruth said, "Stop.  Just let me look at those hot legs a few moments."

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.  "Sir, women are not permitted in
the men's try-on area.  Please Madam, wait outside."

Ruth got up and stuck her tongue at the door, but she did leave, like a
good girl.  As soon as the door to the cubicle closed, Rene got done on his
knees in front of me and pulled my shorts down.  I held the waistband, but
he got them down anyway.

He blew on my penis.  My penis said hello and rose to see what was going
on.  In a second, he had his hungry mouth over it and sucked wetly.  I put
my hands on his dark hair to keep from falling.  I began fucking his mouth.
I somehow wanted this to be fast and hot.  It didn't take me long to reach
that familiar feeling.  My hips were buzzing and my balls were pulled up
against the base of my cock.  He knew it and felt it, and he sucked hard.
I muffled my shout, by putting my hand over my mouth, but outside, they
must have thought that I had stuck myself with a pin.

Rene got back on his feet.  He licked his lips.  "Delicious, fuzzy bear.
How about returning the favor?"

"Not today Rene.  I'm all out of passion."

"Okay, there will be other days," he said bravely.  (There were not!)
"Anyway, with my pull, I will have the stuff we chose, at your place that
goes for an apartment tomorrow morning."

True to his word, everything was waiting outside the door.  (The dopes
shouldn't have just left it there, luckily they weren't stolen.)  I
stripped and slipped on the fine cotton shorts.  They had a faint stripe of
maroon.  Wait, there were six others in various pale stripes.  Rene said
that boxes were in, briefs pass‚.  Oh those shirts, top designers, two
buttons on the cuffs, neat.  I picked one with light box print in pale
blue.  I looked like a dude.  I bet the girls won't give me the time of
day, because I might be a player from Vegas.  Then the pants.  They were of
very fine wool in pale gray.  The seat fit perfectly, something I have
never had in pants.  Because I have a small tight ass, my seat is always
saggy.  I paraded around in front of the mirror, falling in lust with
myself.  Well, I better shave and stuff and get my act to work and see how
it plays.

I walked in and made my way along the aisle that separated the various
cubicles.  Wow, did I get a reaction.  Woof whistles and catcalls, some
indicated I was admired, and others that I was being kidded.  When I got to
my own desk, there was a familiar blue paper note from Jeff, the boss of
bosses.  "Come to my office the moment you arrive."

I dropped my new made-in-Italy briefcase on the desk and walked quickly to
the elevator to the penthouse floor.  The heavy mahogany door to his office
was open.  That was unusual.  I peeked in.  "Come in Reed, close and lock
the door."

What was this all about, but I did as ordered, like a good boy.  I didn't
know then how good a boy I was.

Jeff looked hot today.  His perfect, full, iron gray hair was combed very
fashionably.  Now with my new eye that saw things somewhat in a gay way, I
eyed his body.  Jeff was an avid gym goer and he swam a mile every morning
in his personal lap pool.  He was lean and model thin.

Anyway this gray fox suddenly changed from his usual smooth seductive way
of addressing everyone to that of a drill sergeant.  "Okay boi, drop your
new $300 pants and lean over my desk.  Let's see that ass that Rene talked
about."

Just as if I was drugged or wanting, I just don't know.  Maybe I like
taking orders, but I did as he asked.  "Ah," he breathed behind me as he
removed his own clothing, "Rene didn't exaggerate.  It's a beauty,
muscular, the halves apart, showing the valley between, and yes, there it
is, your ass hole, already puckering out.  It wants it."

What he said was true about me wanting it.  A new side of me had been
uncovered by that little elf Rene.  I stuck and wiggled my ass
provocatively.  Oh, how low I had become.  Jeff laughed at my girlishness.
And began fingering me.  Shit, I was off into orbit already.  He kept up a
string of random thoughts as he stimulated me.  "You are going to be my
good boy.  You will bottom for me whenever I ask.  Remember Freddie
Knowton?  He was my boy before you.  Now he heads our London office.  While
you are here, your income will be upped double, and if you make me happy,
you will be posted to Berlin, where you could make millions.  Now pussycat
open up."

He pushed the head of his corporate cock just inside my sphincter.  Oh, I
liked that, I felt as if I had come home, that I was back in the saddle
again, or perhaps, I was the saddle.  If anyone saw my face at that moment,
they would think I was the village idiot.  I was actually drooling and I
was scrunched up.  I turned my head, "Boss, do me.  Push it in.  I want it.
I need it."

"Are you my boi?"

"Yeah, fuck me so hard the desk is going to break through the wall."

He sure did.  In a moment he was cussing and bucking and I was howling and
moaning like a fucked cow.  Luckily we were away from the rest of the
employees.  "Oh Jeff, you are fucking the cum out of me.  I'm going to
decorate the desk top."

"Who cares?  There has been spunk from the best on it.  It makes the
mahogany nourished.  Okay, let me give you a hand."

He reached around and put his rich corporate hand around my feverish cock
and gently shagged me.  That was the kind of action that always got me off.
I crooned softly and gave in to the sensations.  He hand was being bathed
with my copious pre cum.  Suddenly I screamed hoarsely, "I'm going to cum
soon."  He must have felt my ass hole fluttering around his rich man cock
and the hands he had on my hips tightened hard as the rigors of his coming
orgasm overtook him.

I was thrusting forward and backward in my orgasm and mewling helplessly.
Jeff stiffened, his cock head expanded and then the flood.  I guess rich
men cum as heavy as their portfolio.  I was flooded with spooge so heavily
that it dripped down my hairy legs and almost onto my expensive pants, but
I didn't care.

He slowly pulled out his cock and wiped it on an fine linen handkerchief
(only the best for the boss) and slapped my ass in a friendly way.  "You
were good.  I like your ass-sets and your ass will get you far.  Now pull
up the pants and get back to work.  We have a company to run."



Well, I never did get that posting to Berlin.  Yeah, my salary did go up,
but I had to earn it.  Jeff was on to another boi, a new kid, an Olympic
swimmer.  I tried to cool my ass and took up with the ladies again I still
could throw a good fuck, but every so often, I'd get a tingle message from
my ass hole telling me to organize some fucking for it.  Did I ignore the
message?  I'll never tell!

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