Date: Sun, 13 Apr 2014 12:27:04 -0700 (PDT)
From: Dave Ledge <mikedave01@yahoo.com>
Subject: Mr. Lemire and Me, Part Three

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Mr. Lemire and Me, Part 3
From Part Two:

"As I drove back to the office I knew something had happened in that hug.
A step had been taken.  Well, next Monday I would give Mr. Lemire his
second surprise."

Well, today will be our ninth Monday meeting.  And it is time to give
Mr. Lemire his second surprise.  The first surprise, my setting up a
surprise Chilean meal for him, complete with a variety of wines, had been a
success.  He now had real respect for me.  And he had started to give me a
hug of thanks afterwards, a hug that I gave him instead.  He had relaxed
into the hug after a moment of tension and we had held each other just a
bit too long, too.  Well, today I am going to push our relationship big
time.  If I ruin it, so be it.  But I think he wants what I want.  Time to
find out if I'm right or I'm a fool.

I was sure to be in the locker room before Mr. Lemire arrived.  I remained
dressed in my suit and tie, waiting for him.  Punctually as ever, he strode
into the gorgeous locker room, as always, in his Armani.  His tall 6'2
frame was framed brilliantly by the tailored suit that emphasized his lean,
muscular, body.  As always, when I saw him enter a room in his strong and
confident manner my heart gave a quick jump, especially when he favored me
with his brilliant smile that lit up the room.

"Good to see you, Gˇrald", I said returning his smile.  "Good to see
you, too, Steven," he replied in his deep, masculine, voice.

And this time, not impulsively, I strode across the locker room and gave
Mr. Lemire a strong hug of welcome.  And once again, he tensed up for a
moment before returning the hug just as strongly.  We also held each other
too long once again.  My cock started to get hard again.  This time I let
it.  I thought I could feel a response in kind from Mr. Lemire but we let
each other go before I was certain.  Good.  First test passed in what I
hoped would be a monumental day.

We then proceeded to our separate lockers.  We both stripped to put on our
Speedos to go swim together.  However, for the first time, I was going to
look at him strip and see what he looked like naked.  I took my time
stripping so that he would be naked first.  I also stood away from the
opened locker door so that he could see me strip, if he wanted to.

We both stripped in silence.  At first he wasn't looking my way at all and
took off his exquisite clothing carefully and methodically.  I was
fascinated as each new layer of his handsome body was revealed.  Even his
very expensive Italian loafers and silk socks fascinated me as he uncovered
long and somewhat thin aristocratic feet and manicured toenails.  If his
cock matched his feetÉWow!

However, he must have felt my eyes on him as he eventually looked my way
and noticed me looking at him.  He smiled at me and continued to strip,
still carefully and methodically, efficiently.  I savored the sight as he
took his pants off, revealing his long, muscular and hairy legs.  I saw
that he favored briefs instead of boxers as I saw his underwear for the
first time.  I definitely approved!  His underwear appeared just as
tailored as his suit.  It was dark blue and fairly brief.  I could see
something very nice tucked into the front that bulged out.  He smiled
again, noticing my interest and turned away from me so I could ogle his
masculine butt, too, framed oh so nicely by the briefs.  I was taking off
my pants to reveal my own sky blue briefs when he took off his shirt.
However, when I stood up to take off my own shirt he was waiting for me to
notice him, it appeared.  He turned toward me so that I could admire his
big hairy barrel chest with its big dark nipples, too.  He waited for me to
shed my own jacket, tie, and shirt.  I did so slowly, in a bit of teasing
way.  Finally I showed off my hairless, smooth, and now sleek and muscular
chest.

We were both just standing there, a bit unsure of what was happening and
what would happen next.  Ok, I said to myself.  Today is my day.  I'll make
a move.  And I slowly pulled down my briefs, facing him.  The sexual
tension in the room had made me go half hard.  With no hesitation or
embarrassment I showed off my naked body, including my semi to Mr. Lemire.
When I was sure he had seen my front, I turned around so he could see my
hairless, boyish, butt.  I thought I heard a quick gasp, but was unsure.  I
then turned back to him and waited for his response to my move, too nervous
for the semi to rise to full erection.  He paused for a minute.  Then just
as deliberately as me, lowed his briefs to his ankles.  But then he kicked
them off, up into the air and caught them and stowed them in his locker.
His unexpected move had caught me off guard and made me chuckle.  He
chuckled, too, which lowered the sexual tension a bit.  However, when I
finally looked at his cock, I was very pleased. Like me, half hard, but
showing promise of being bigger than mine.  And it was just as beautiful
and aristocratic as I had hoped.  However, that big mushroom head was
unexpected and elicited a tiny gasp from me as I imagined what that would
feel like.  He smiled and then deliberately showed off his naked masculine
butt to me for the first time.  Super nice I thought.  Matches the rest of
his beauty.

Second test passed, I thought.  Time for the third.  Quite deliberately,
once again, I pulled out the white Speedo and let him see what I chose.  I
put it on slowly, tucking my semi into the front so that it bulged rather
obscenely in his direction.  Unconsciously, he licked his lips.  Then, also
quite deliberately, he took out his own white Speedo and put it on, showing
off an even bigger bulge than I had.  Well, if the sexual tension had gone
down, it was even higher now than before.  Slowly, he turned his back to me
so I could see his white-clad butt and led the way into the showers.  We
took showers next to each other.  I soon realized he had turned on mainly
cold water in his.  I smiled and thought, "Good luck with that".  I did the
same, but my reason wasn't to lose my semi but rather to prolong what I was
pretty sure was going to happen.  I was now "edging" myself.

My semi softened under the cold water and I was only a bit plumped as I let
Mr. Lemire do his twenty-five laps while I did my 20.  No, I wasn't quite
as fast as he was yet, but I had doubled the number of laps I did while he
did his.  And with his longer arms, legs, and torso, I doubted I'd ever
match him lap for lap.  As we exited the pool, I decided it was time for
test four.  I stopped him before we left the pool area and said, "You know
Gˇrald, I think I'm still not placing my legs and arms exactly right in
my stroke.  Could you demonstrate the stroke for me again and let me feel
exactly how you stroke?"  Well pun and innuendo intended of course! He
blushed just the tiniest bit but said, "Of course".  And he stood still
with his back to me and started to position himself to do the stroke in
question.  I took my time in coming up to him but then took the liberty of
rubbing my hairless strong chest against his long back and rubbed my
Speedo-clad crotch against his butt while I grabbed his arms to feel him do
the stroke.  His body was tense as he started to do the stroke.  I had him
do it multiple times, all the while maintaining body contact with his back
and butt.  The stroke required him to wriggle his butt, which made my soft
cock start to come back to life and I was soon close to a full erection.
Time for the last test.

"Gˇrald?" I asked.  "Now would you feel me doing the stroke to see if
I've got it?"  We slowly switched positions.  I waited with bated breath to
see how close he'd put his body against mine as he felt me do the stroke.
I could feel his hesitation as he first grabbed my arms in the same way I
had had his.  I could imagine him looking down at his strong hairy chest
and my boyish butt as he tried to decide what to do.  To help him decide I
wriggled my butt a bit and scooted back a bit towards him.  He finally took
a step forward and I felt his body against mine.  Yay! He passed the last
test!  And his erection felt huge against my butt!  I gave up all pretense
of doing a stroke and let my hands fall.  I ground my butt against his
crotch and nuzzled my head against his.  I could feel him trembling, but
with what?  Fear, desire, lust? I had to see his expression.  I turned him
around so that we were face to face.  I looked into his eyes to see what
was there finally.  His dark blue eyes were looking into my sky blue ones.
He looked completely uncertain, lost, and unsure.  I responded by smiling
broadly and confidently at him.  Well, maybe there was one more test.  I
leaned into him so that our bodies and crotches were touching again.  We
were both at full erection and coming out of our Speedos.  I rubbed his
chest with mine.  I hugged him at the same time, molding my body into his.
He didn't back away.  And then I kissed him on the mouth, trying to open up
his mouth for my tongue.

I honestly didn't know what to expect then.  And I sure didn't expect him
to suddenly grab me with all his might, hug me back and kiss me incredibly
passionately and violently!  Fuck, yeah!  Before I knew it, we were rolling
on the deck, wrestling passionately as we tried to mold our bodies into
each other's!  Only when we rolled into the pool did we break apart!  I
started laughing then and he joined me, too!  We got back together and held
each other until the laughter died down.

Once we had our voices back and were in control, Mr. Lemire gasped,
"Steven, I've been wanting to do that for weeks!"  Puzzled, I replied, "Why
didn't you?  Why did you make me be the instigator?  I didn't think I was
good enough for you even!  And you kept trying to `improve' me."  I hoped I
didn't sound too hurt.  But I had been and it had taken all of my gumption
to try to seduce him today.  "Oh, Steven", he said with a sad voice.  "I'm
so sorry.  I just thought a young guy like you wouldn't be interested in an
old man like me.  So, I was trying to give you reasons to be with me."  He
looked so sad that I hated to burst out in laughter again, but couldn't
help myself.  "How old do you think I am?" I asked.  He stared at me and
said, "I don't know, maybe 40?"  I laughed again.  "Try 50."  "Wow", he
said.  "You don't look your age!"  "Thank you", I said.  "And you're in
your 50's?"  I asked, trying to flatter him a bit.  "Try 61" he answered.
"Wow," I answered in return.  "Well, I think we can deal with the age
difference."  We both laughed then and looked down at our hard cocks.
"Well, what about them", I quipped.  "You come with me young man." He
answered.

He led me into the locker room after we toweled off.  Showers would have to
wait!  I was now with my man and nothing was going to stop me from feasting
on his tall, beautiful body.  He led me to a blank wall, pushed a button
and a "murphy" bed slowly lowered into the middle of the locker room.  It
was freshly made with soft cotton sheets.  There were even mints next to
the pillows.  I must have goggled a bit because he laughed at my reaction
and said.  "Your bed awaits, whippersnapper."  "After you fogey!" I
replied.  Chuckling we fell into bed and began our lovemaking. We held each
other tight and kissed softly at first, enjoying the feel of our naked
chests, cocks, and legs all entwined, finally naked together.  The kisses
quickly turned more and more passionate though.  Our long-repressed need
could no longer be denied. Well, this won't take long, I thought.  We might
even make it to lunch!  The feel of Gˇrald's fantastic body against mine
was already heading me towards orgasm.  As if we could read each other's
mind we suddenly moved into a sixty-nine position.  His cock was every bit
as beautiful as I had hoped.  I winced a bit about the big head, but
figured he probably knew how to use it well!  I deep-throated his cock as
well as I could.  This was definitely the real eight-incher!  At the other
end of me I could tell he was having no trouble deep throating my more
average cock!  The sounds of slurping, moaning, and groaning soon filled
the room.  If anyone were to walk in on us now, they'd have quite a sight.
But frankly, I didn't give a shit.  I was in paradise sucking my lover's
cock and feeling him start to suck the cum out of me.  Gˇrald's pre-cum
was the nectar of my French-Canadian god and I was feasting upon it with
delight.  I could feel the cum start boiling in my shaft.  He was just too
good and I was way beyond turned on.  I could feel his steely hard shaft
swell, too.  I thought, oh my God we're going to cum together!  I held back
my flow as long as humanly possible, dying in ecstasy as every inch of my
body focused on the eruption soon to come.  I redoubled my efforts on him
and had the immense satisfaction of feeling and tasting his cum starting to
shoot out of his long shaft and big head.  That was enough to make me let
go immediately!  Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh God.  Holy shit!  I think I passed
out for a few seconds from the intensity of it all.  But I kept swallowing
his thick, creamy, cum as I knew he was doing with mine.  Minutes, hours,
later I finally came down from heaven.  Eventually we both had to come up
for air.  We moved back so that we could kiss again. We had both kept some
cum in our mouths so we could snowball each other.  Wow.  Even here he
anticipated my desires and wants!  I wondered at him anew and felt like, no
knew, that I was the luckiest man in the world.

We snuggled for a bit, enjoying the afterglow of a tremendous orgasm.  I
decided right then and there that I would never tire of holding him in my
arms, my man, my Gˇrald, my Mr. Lemire.  However, we knew lunch was
waiting for us.  And I knew it would be a great meal once again.  Again, as
if reading my mind, Gˇrald said, "Today's country is Malaysia and we're
having beer today".  I smiled, excited and content.

We slowly got out of bed and in the shower.  We soaped each other and
shampooed each other's hair.  We soon got hard again, despite our age.  But
by mutual assent decided to leave our next orgasm until later on.  Once
again, anticipating me, Gˇrald said, "I can take the afternoon off.
I've been hoping against hope today would happen and have set things up
just in case."  I laughed a bit.  "Well, I'm due a mini-vacation. But I
could also say I'm spending the afternoon with our new client and get
approval, too."  We both laughed and toweled each other off, being very
careful to get our cocks dry and not wet!

After getting dressed and looking immaculate once more I had a very funny
thought as we started to go upstairs to lunch.  I suddenly laughed out
loud.  Gˇrald turned to me as if to say, "What?"  All I could blurt out
was "Ricardo Montalb‡n!"  He immediately gave out a rueful chuckle.
"Yeah.  You're not the first person to say that!"  And "Ricardo" and I went
upstairs to our Malaysian meal and then to afternoon delightÉ

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