Date: Sun, 27 Apr 2014 15:11:25 -0700 (PDT)
From: Dave Ledge <mikedave01@yahoo.com>
Subject: Mr. Lemire and Me, Part 4

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Mr. Lemire and Me, Part 4
From Part 3:

"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 delight"

The chef outdid himself with the Malaysian meal.  What an incredible
cuisine.  It has Chinese, Indian, Indonesian, and Thai aspects.  You could
tell this country was a crossroads of Asia.  We had an aperitif of a
Malaysian spirit he had managed to find somewhere in town or had ordered
from somewhere else.  For appetizers he had an entire platter on a "lazy
susan" so that we could turn the round platter around to select one of the
delicious little morsels he had prepared for us.  For the main course he
again had prepared small dishes so we could sample the richness and variety
of Malaysian cuisine.  What had chicken and fishhead curry.  We had
different satays.  We had two gorengs, including nasi goreng.  We had
different laksas, too. Some dishes were sweeter.  Some were more savory.
All were full of unexpected flavors and depth of flavor. I think the char
kuey tow and the oyster omelet were my absolutely favorites, even if I
really enjoyed all of them. We also were poured four different beers and
encouraged to try them with different dishes to discover which beers
matched which dishes the best.  Fantastic!  Finally for dessert we had
little fruit plates with a variety of exotic fruits including the smelly
durian.  Who knows where he found that?  He suggested a tea tasting
afterwards.  However, we declined and suggested we do that another time.
We had other things on our mind now!

We left the country club and went out to the parking lot.  Gˇrald
unlocked his beautiful green Jaguar, which was parked in its normal space.
We got in and started driving downtown.  Curious I asked, "Where are we
going?"  He gave me a grin and said, "I'm taking you to my place."  Even
more curious and now intrigued, I smiled back and said, "I can't wait."  He
turned on the music in the car.  Soon, a soft symphony was playing.
"Beethoven's Sixth" I said after listening for a few minutes.  "Very good",
he said.  I do like Beethoven's symphonies."  "Yeah", I answered.  I think
his Seventh has one of the most haunting melodies ever written."  He nodded
in agreement.  "Although to use it as funeral music doesn't make much sense
to me."  My turn to nod in agreement.

We chatted in a similar fashion about classical music and favorite
composers and pieces as we drove to where the large river ran through the
middle of downtown.  In the most elegant part of downtown, in an area that
had never gone "downhill" as so much of so many American downtowns had, but
had always been the place to live downtown, he pulled into a garage built
at the side of a 19th Century mansion just beyond downtown, but with a
river view.  Wow.  What a residence!  The Jaguar certainly looked at home
here.  I was anxious to see the interior now, too.

I was a bit surprised to see Gˇrald open the door himself and then
switch off the security system in the vestibule.  Once again, in the
uncanny way he had of reading my mind, he said, "I don't have servants
here.  I do have people come in for regular cleaning and do use catering
when I entertain, but I would rather be by myself in my own place.  I see
enough of people at work."  I nodded at this, pleased.  I thought that even
if I had a place big enough to have live-in servants, I wouldn't want any
either.

What a beautiful house he had!  The entrance hall was grand enough, but it
soon lead past a drawing room, furnished in early 19th century English
furniture.  After that was a library, full of beautifully bound volumes,
and other rooms before ending at a large ballroom that looked big enough to
hold a hundred people waltzing.  I was rather taken aback by the
luxuriousness of the house.  He smiled and knew I was impressed.  "It is a
bit much", he said.  "But the Company actually owns this place, not me.  I
do own a house upstate where I'm planning to live when I retire."  Again he
was reminding me of his sextagenarian status.  But he was going on. "And
since I'm CEO they insist I live here."  Wow, I thought.  I had not
realized he was head of his company!  I was so thick some times!  He read
my expression again and said.  "I'm sorry. I just assumed you knew."  He
smiled again at me and gestured, pointing at this room, "I really use most
of the house only for Company events and hosting clients, like you", he
added.  "Well", I drawled, "You've certainly got my business."  He leered
at me, "I certainly hope so! "  He smiled once again.  "Mainly I live
pretty simply upstairs.  I have my own suite and kitchen up there.  It's
not huge, but it's plenty large enough for one."  I nodded my head and
began to follow him upstairs.

His suite was extremely nice.  The furniture was modern and comfortable.
The paint colors were bright and cheerful and the kitchen was state of the
art.  Again he nodded and commented, "Yes, Steven, I do like to cook. I'll
have to cook for you some time."  My turn to smile and I added, "That would
be very nice.  However, right now I'd like to see a particular room in your
suite."  His eyes lit up but he said nothing, simply signaling which way to
go.

His bedroom had a more subdued and restful paint color.  The furniture was
not quite as modern as the other rooms, more 19th century than 20th.  Solid
and sturdy.  The bed, which dominated the room, was a bit larger than king
size.  Definitely custom made.  As I was admiring the room, I suddenly felt
hands on me.  Gˇrald pulled me into his tall, hard, body.  I immediately
snuggled in and let me pull me firmly into his embrace.  We stayed that way
for a couple of minutes and then his hands began to explore my body,
softly, but with a solid strength that matched his taste in furniture.  I
almost started to coo as I relaxed into his strong arms.  However, soon I
almost unconsciously began to tease him, rubbing my back and butt up
against his chest and crotch.  Soon, I was writhing and teasing him for
real, acting wantonly.  I could tell I was having an effect as his big cock
inflated and made my butt twitch.  He said, a bit huskily, "I think we have
on too many clothes."  I turned around to face him and glanced down at his
swollen crotch and said, "It would seem so."

I gently undid his dress slacks, letting them fall toward the ground below
his knees.  He nodded his approval.  I exposed his royal blue briefs.
Obviously his favorite color and once again matching his deep blue eyes, in
contrast to his Latin dark skin and very dark brown hair.  His briefs were
tented obscenely by his huge cock with the big mushroom head.  But it
looked like the briefs were hurting him even, maybe even cutting off the
blood flow to his erection.  Well, we couldn't be having that, could we?  I
grinned at myself and soon released his prick from his briefs.  It sprang
out immediately and smacked his tight gut before sticking straight out from
his body.  The sight of his gorgeous manhood was more than this man could
stand.  Before I knew what I was doing I was on my knees with half of his
cock down my throat!  He gave out a startled gasp but certainly didn't try
to move away!  I was a bit crazed as I worked on his cock and sucked it
hard and fast.  If anything his erection got even firmer as I worshipped it
with my mouth.  Soon, however, he pulled me to my feet and said, "Steven,
we have all afternoon."  I was disappointed but had to nod my agreement.
He then unzipped my slacks and pulled down my light blue mini briefs so
that my seven-inch erection also slapped my gut and then stuck straight
out.  He pulled me toward him so that our steely hard erections were soon
rubbing each other's in a cockfight.  Wow.  I could cum just from doing
this.  He was turning me on so intensely!

He noticed once again and withdrew from me slightly so that we were no
longer touching.  Then he undid my tie, slowly and lovingly.  He took off
my suit coat and and tossed it onto a nearby chair.  He unbuttoned the
buttons of my dress shirt, eventually exposing my hairless chest and pink
nipples.  Nodding in approval at my new swimmer's body, he finally pulled
my shirt all the way off and tossed it onto the same chair.  I then
returned the favor, savoring his perfectly hairy chest and dark nipples.  I
admired his tall frame and his big shoulders and arms and thin waist.  What
a man's man this man was!  Again, I was overcome by emotion and pulled him
into my arms in a crushing hug.  Again I had surprised him.  He didn't
expect me to be this aggressive.  But he grabbed me right back and pulled
me again into his embrace.  Our cocks were back together in a new
cockfight.  But this time our chests and stomachs were also in contact and
the feel of his hairy chest against my smooth one, especially once he
leaned me back a little bit so that our nipples were in contact and he
started to frot my hard as a rock pink nipples with his equally hard dark
ones, was incredible.

I must have gasped with pleasure, because he smiled with the smile that
could light up a room and said, "I think it's time we saw what it's like to
be naked in a real bed."  No disagreement from this quarter!  We both sank
down to the expensive, thick, oriental carpet to finish stripping, to take
off our shoes, socks, and pants.  The carpet felt luxurious against my
naked butt, with some threads even entering my crack and tickling my
asshole!  Well, that didn't make my erection any softer I had to admit!

I admired his stylish dark brown Italian loafers, the color of a rich
mahogany.  He slowly slid them off, revealing his shapely feet in what I
could tell were expensive Italian dress socks, too.  Eventually all of his
feet were naked to the world.  He stretched them and massaged them briefly.
Man, even his feet were beautiful with beautifully manicured toenails. Once
his feet were naked, he stretched out and lifted his handsome naked butt
off the carpet to pull the rest of his Armani suit and briefs off.
Finally, he was totally naked on the carpet.  Wow!  Stretched out, slightly
inclined toward me he looked like Ingres' "Odaleseque" but instead of being
womanly and voluptuous, he was chiseled, hard, and so very, very,
masculine.  I gulped but matched his actions, pulling off my English
Oxfords and satiny thin dress socks, also from England.  I then also lifted
my butt up just enough to finish pulling off my dress pants, too.  We were
now both totally naked stretched out on the carpet of his bedroom.

He broke the silence and said, "Steven you are so very, very, beautiful." I
almost sputtered and said, "Gˇrald, you are the beautiful one.  You're
masculine perfection even!"  His smile lit up the room again and said,
"Well, I think it's time for our mutual admiration society to feel sheets
beneath us."  I grinned and we pulled each other up.  We locked up in a
tight embrace and finally kissed.  Wow again!  We had to let go very soon
or we would never have made it to bed!

We led each other by the hand and finally made it to bed.  I lowered my
body to the satin sheets and pulled him down on top of me.  Once again we
were in total frontal contact.  His weight and strong body felt incredible
against me.  I felt protected and loved even.  Our hard cocks had started
to ooze precum as we gently rubbed our bodies together.  I'm not sure how
long we simply enjoyed being naked together and our frottage.  I was in
heaven.  Well, maybe, not quite yet.  Our hands roamed each other's body,
grabbing hard cocks from time to time and stroking them, but never too
much.  We began to kiss again, as well.  Our passion started to rise and we
became more frenzied in our rubbing and kissing.  His strength and power
turned me on even more and I responded with my newly strong body, giving
him as good as he gave.  I could feel his respect for me and my force then.
Finally, we went for the last frontier.  Our fingers finally made into each
other's crack, teasing, and then finally sinking into each other's ass,
trying to find each other's prostate.

By now we were both sweating and moaning, so into each other that we never
even noticed.  It was all about him.  It was all about me.  It was all
about us!  But now it was time for the next step.  I finally managed to
pull away from him, just barely able to, since I wanted him so badly.  He
nodded and smiled and said, "The lube is over there."  I raised my
eyebrows, questioning.  He answered, "I haven't had sex since I was tested
last year.  I'm safe.  I assume you are?"  I nodded.  I hadn't been with a
man in the last two years.  I also had gotten myself tested a couple of
weeks ago, hoping against hope today would happen.  Wow for the third time.
Bareback!  I could wait to feel him in me naked!

I lubed up his cock and my asshole.  He took the lube from me and lubed up
his fingers.  He laid me on my back and started to finger my hole, very
gently.  From one finger he went to two and finally to three.  His long,
big, fingers sank into me, opening me up for him.  Soon he was fucking me
with his fingers, stretching me ever wider and wider.  My moans increased
and I was writhing on the ivory sheets, incoherent.

Eventually he decided I was ready and without a word, his huge hard cock
replaced his fingers.  Without me even knowing, his mushroom head was
inside me with no pain at all!  What I had been dreading a bit, was now
accomplished beautifully.  He slowly pushed the rest of his long shaft into
me.  Of fuck I yelled silently.  He is so fucking big!  I've never had
anyone quite as big as he is in me!

He took his time, letting me adjust to him.  But then the real fuck began.
He started to ease in and out me.  His big, long, shaft felt incredible in
me and his big cock head hit my prostate on every in and out.  Slowly,
irrevocably, his speed increased.  He lowered his body onto mine so that
our frot began again.  Soon he was also ravaging my mouth and my cock was
trapped between our bodies.  The power of his fucking started to make my
cock rub against his hard, hairy gut.  We were soon so glued together with
sweat that I suddenly felt like I was fucking him, too, that I was fucking
his hard, hairy, abs and crotch!  Damn!

He kept notching up and notching up.  I was fucking getting my fucking
brains fucked out!  Finally he was pounding me as hard as he could.  His
body was pounding mine with all of his strength and force.  I fought back
against him as hard as I could, pulling him into me, and fucking his gut
with my cock. I milked his huge cock with my ass, giving him the ride of
his life.  I never, ever, wanted this to end.  But nature takes over and
nothing as incredible as this could last forever.  Finally, he hit my
prostate once too many times.  I felt the cum swelling up from the base of
my shaft.  I managed to gasp out, "I'm cumming.  I'm cumming" and I did!
Huge jets blasted out from my cock onto his gut, adding cum to sweat as he
continued to pound me with all of his strength.  However my ass must have
clenched on his cock when I came, because he soon yelled out his own
orgasm!  "Auggh, auggh, auggh", he yelled!  And damn it if I couldn't feel
him cumming in me, creaming me with his life seed!  It seemed like we came
for minutes and minutes.  He continued to pound me with all of his power as
he continued to flood my insides with his hot cum. I continued to grasp his
cock with my ass and fight back with my hole.  He fucked me for another ten
minutes, at least, until he finally started to slow down.  He slowed down
just as gradually as he has powered up.  Finally he stopped altogether.  He
raised up from me and looked me in the face.  His beautiful, masculine,
face was blissful in its expression.  His hair was unkempt and wet.  His
pupils were dilated with passion.  I don't think I've ever seen anything
more wonderful.

He slowly eased out of me finally and lay on his side toward me.  He kissed
me softly for a long time.  And then he finally moved back so he could
study my face and expression.  "Steven, that was incredible.  Never in my
life have I experienced anything like this."  He then became overcome with
emotion and had to stop talking. I reached over and took his face in my
hands and said, "Gˇrald, never have I experienced anything like this
either.  You are one absolutely amazing man."  For the third time his smile
lit up the room.  I must have smiled similarly, because he grabbed me and
hugged me with intense passion.  To my surprise my cock started to come
back to life.  What this amazing man could do to me!  And his did, too!
"Damn, look what you do to me, you beautiful man, Steven!" he said,
mirroring my thoughts.

In less time than imagined, he was back inside of me, pounding with just as
much intensity as the first time!  Damn again!  And once again he fucked
the cum out of me and I pulled the cum out of him!

The room now stank of sweat and cum.  It was both a stink and an
aphrodisiac.  As we held each other after Round 2 we snuggled and kissed,
and unbelievably started to firm up.  However, instead of going for Round 3
in the disheveled bed, Gˇrald pulled me up from the bed and into a large
bathroom with a huge shower.  He quickly turned on the various showerheads
and soon the room sounded and felt like there was a tropical waterfall that
had been untapped.  He pulled me into the shower and the unbelievable
luxuriousness of warm water cascading all over me was so sensual and sexy
that my cock firmed up completely.  From what I could see through the water
was that Gˇrald's was following suit.  But then he surprised me
completely.  He took some kind of gel from a rack and coated my cock
instead of his.  He suddenly grabbed my body and impaled himself on my
cock!  Oh holy fuck!  This incredibly masculine executive was letting me
fuck him!  Well, fuck, he was going to get every bit as good of a fuck as
he gave me!

Every one of my senses was on full overload.  The cascading warm water,
steam and some kind of fragrance, the feeling of Gˇrald's masculine body
as I ravaged his wet nipples and cock with my hands from behind him, while
trying to hold his butt against me, hitting his long swinging ball sack
with mine, trying to hit his love button as I willed my cock to be even
bigger and fill him the way he had filled me.  It was such an incredible
high to be fucking this mature CEO in his own house in his own shower.  I
had never felt more masculine and powerful as I did then.  And, yet, I knew
from being on the other end, that Gˇrald didn't feel any less of a man
or manly from having me fuck him silly.  Again, I don't know how long we
fucked, but eventually I jacked him off to orgasm and I came inside him
nearly instantaneously.  I think we both fainted for a couple of seconds
when we came.  We came to, still coupled, with me holding onto him and him
holding onto a rack in the shower room.

I marveled at the fact the water was still cascading and warm.  I came out
of Gˇrald, turned him around, pulled his taller and bigger frame into
mine and kissed him softly but still passionately.  He responded to my kiss
with equal passion.  And thank God, while we both plumped up a bit, we
didn't get hard again!  I'm not sure either one of would have survived a
Round 4!

We eventually released each other.  We turned off the showers.  We dried
each other off with very large and very soft towels.  We kept kissing each
other from time to time and feeling each other as if we couldn't believe
the other man really existed and wanting to make sure that this afternoon
had really happened and wasn't just a figment of our imagination.

Eventually, Gˇrald led me to the guest bedroom in his suite, which still
had clean sheets.  He turned down the covers and we both sank into the
clean ivory satin sheets.  Still naked, we held each other in a tight
embrace and soon feel asleep in each other's arms.

It was full dark when we awoke.  I felt Gˇrald's hard cock against
mine. A piss hard on?  I couldn't see his expression but felt him laughing
against me.  And then my stomach grumbled, followed by his.  I started to
laugh, too.  "We're acting like teenagers, instead of responsible, mature,
men, Mr. Lemire", I scolded.  "And ain't it grand", he responded.  "But
let's attend to some needs before others", he added.  He got out of bed and
stretched, showing off his incredible body.  I got out of bed, too, and
tried to copy him.  We both went to full erections, admiring each other.  I
could tell he was trying to decide whether to change his mind about what
needs should come first.  However, as our stomachs growled again, he
reached into his closet and pulled out a light blue robe.  He tossed it to
me and pulled out a royal blue one for him.  We dressed and he led me out
into his dining room, where a cold buffet awaited our dining pleasure.  He
smiled at my astonishment and said, "Sometimes being the boss has its
advantages."  He then sobered up.  "Let's eat and talk about us.  I think
we need to."  I had to nod in agreement.  It was time to talk about us.