Date: Wed, 04 Jun 2003 20:34:49 +0000
From: nigel doolwy <horny_writer@hotmail.com>
Subject: My Business Partner by Nigel - Horny Writer

MY BUSINESS PARTNER  BY Nigel AKA Horny Writer

Ho guys thans for so many e-mails for the couple of stories I posted on
Nifty last week.  OK here you go with another tale.  Have fun and tell me
what you think.

Nigel

Horny_writer@hotmail.com

"I need you in New York as quickly as possible,"  David said.  "How soon can
you get here ?"

I thought for a moment.  "Let me find out and I'll call you back in about
half an hour."

It was late evening, only afternoon on the US East Coast, but I figured that
British Airways would still be open for business.  (The state of their
shares they need to be !)  I gave them a call.

After the usual frustration of an automated switchboard, press this number,
then having thirty-two choices, pressing another number, then another, then
waiting with some tinny CD playing and being told how important my call was
and how sorry British Airways was but they were experiencing a heavy call
load and an advisor would be with me as quickly as possible.  I wanted to
tell them to stuff it but David had sounded very urgent.

David and I had a small but quite profitable business; just a two-man
operation with me running things here in England and David Stateside. He was
claiming to have a deal which would secure our fortunes. A deal which
demanded my presence in New York as quickly as possible.

"British Airways, Karen speaking.  How can I help you ?"

At last !

I wanted to swear and take out my frustration with an impersonal call centre
on the poor girl but bit my tongue and began to explain.  "I need to get to
New York as quickly as possible tomorrow."

"There is Concord," she sounded excited.

Well, why not.  The business was doing well and David did say it was urgent.
  I asked for details.

"Concord Flight BA001 leaves Heathrow at ten thirty tomorrow morning and
arrives JFK New York at nine twenty-five so in effect you arrive before you
have left.  A four hour thirty five minute flight with a five our time
difference."

"Sounds good.  How much ?"

I was glad that I was sitting down.  "Four thousand, eight hundred and
thirty six pounds," came the answer.  I swallowed hard.  The business was
doing well but not that well.

"How about an ordinary 747 flight ?"  I asked.

She sounded disappointed, perhaps she was on commission.  "BA117 leaves
Heathrow at eight forty-five and lands JFK at eleven twenty-five local time.
  There are seats available."

"That will do.  Can I book it now ?"

"Will that be business class or economy ?"

"Economy please."

Heathrow is a mean place at the best of times and at that hour of the
morning its spirit was particularly low.  I drove down, parked in the
long-stay then took the shuttle bus through the darkness to Terminal Four
and a check in at the ungodly hour of 5am.  The time crawled by until the
flight was eventually called for boarding.  I must have walked the
equivalent of half way across the Atlantic as I ambled round and round the
terminal building trying hard to kill time.

Finally, finally I was on my way.  I took my seat, leaned my head against
the bulkhead and closed my eyes.  By the time we had reached our cruising
altitude I was fast asleep.  Suspended animation is the only way to travel
long-haul.  If only I had taken that Concord flight.

David was at JFK to meet me, he was very excited and animated.  "If we can
pull this off," he enthused, "we are both going to be very rich."

David and I had been working together for about two years and we weren't
doing at all bad.  Originally from Eastern Europe, David and I were
pen-palls when we were at school.  Then he managed to get a green card for
the USA and the rest is history.  His English had always been near perfect
but was fast developing an American East Coast accent.  That guy has got so
much personality it isn't true, it bubbles from him like steam from a
boiling kettle.  He has talent in many different and varied areas and is a
self-taught expert in a multitude of subjects.  In our business he was the
figurehead with the flair and charisma while I followed up with
administration and outworked the openings he created.  We made a good team.

But of all his many abilities womanising was by far David's greatest.  Man,
he had only to look at a girl to have her eating out of his hand and showing
him the way to her bedroom.  He was like Casanova on  overdose of viagra !
He told me how he had once made love to a girl seven times in one day.  I
believe him although for anyone else it would have been a near physical
impossibility.  He said he would never marry as to do so would remove all
variety from life.  One girl could never be enough.

During the times we actually worked together, in one another's presence I
mean rather than by phone, fax and e-mail, he would take a rest from female
company.  I think I am the only male friend he ever had and we certainly had
some great times together.

We took a taxi from the airport to our hotel on Manhattan Island from where
we walked down Broadway to where it meets Wall Street and our meeting.
David has the Midas touch and it was all but a foregone conclusion; all I
had to do was cross some T's and dot a few I's in order that the deal could
be signed.  He was right we were going to make our fortune.

We found a Japanese restaurant where we took a late lunch and celebrated
with champagne.  Neither of us drink all that much so we were high with
excitement enhanced with drink as we emerged outside again.  It was a warm
day in early spring so we decided to walk before going back to the hotel.
We walked all the way down to Battery Park then took the ferry to the Statue
of Liberty.  I looked out across the Atlantic, the way I had flown earlier
that day and smiled with a deep sense of happiness.  Happy at our success
and happy with life in every aspect.

"You tired ?"  David asked.

"No, not at all."

"Good.  And thanks."

"Thanks ? What for ?"

"Your help, being my business partner, being the best friend I ever had.
Just thanks."

I smiled my gratitude and indicated that I reciprocated the compliments.

We didn't scale the statue but ambled about the island admiring the view of
Lower Manhattan then took the ferry back and a taxi to the hotel.  I should
have been tired but I was wide awake, on this occasion jet-lag had spared me
its evil grip.  In the bedroom we watched a movie on HBO then called for
room service to bring a light supper.  We ate and chilled out.

David undressed and made ready for an early night, parading round the room
in his underpants.  He told me once that he had a dick which pointed to the
left and the tight cut of those undergarments confirmed this.  He also told
me that his balls hung low with one a little lower than the other but this
was not evident from the present view point.  I tried not to study the point
and confirm this either way and addressed my eyes elsewhere.

"All guys from my country,"  David had once said," have dicks which point to
the left and balls where one hangs lower than the other."

I bet they didn't and besides how many had David had the chance of viewing
in order to make this statement ?

Stripped to my own underpants I sat on my bed.  David opened the mini-bar.
"Fancy a drink ?"

"Coke,"  please.

"Me too."

He offered me the ice cold can.  "Want a glass ?"

"No, this will do,"  I said flipping the ring pull.  "It's been a good day,"
  I added.

David nodded.  "Tell me my friend, tell me something personal if you will -
I am curious.  How many times have you cum in just one evening ?"

Now that would perhaps be a strange question for a guy to ask another guy
but as I explained David and I were close and we were able to discuss these
type of things.  "Three,"  I said.

David smiled.  "When was that ?"

"Couple of months back,"  I said taking a mouthful of coke.  "That trip to
San Francisco, when I went alone, the one where the deal fell through."

"Ah, that deal and so you had some fun in the hotel by way of compensation
?"  David laughed.  "Three times not bad.  The secret of being able to cum
several times in a single session is to leave the right space of time
between each one.  Not too long and never too quick."

He moved and sat crossed legged on the end of my bed then began to ping the
elastic on the waist band of his underpants.  Gripping the elastic between
the finger and thumb of his right hand he pulled it away a few inches then
let go.  Slap it returned then he pulled it out again.  "Think you may be
able to get that up to four ?  Four if I give you the benefit of my tuition.
  Three was your way of masking a failed deal so why not four to celebrate
the deal of the century ?"

I could have thought that he was joking but I knew he wasn't.  He continued
to ping the elastic as he waited for my answer.  Slap - slap - slap.  Then
David pulled it further than before and slightly downwards, it exposed part
of his groin and pubic hair.  He didn't release the elastic waist but
seductively dragged it even lower.

"I'll tell you something else,"  David said with a grin. "Another secret is
to make each time better than the time before."

I moved my hands slowly down towards my own underpants.  What could I do but
comply ?  I wanted to follow David's lead.   I would follow David's lead.
Slowly I began to drag them down and slowly up came my dick ready for
action.  With a flash of his hand David ripped his away and flung them
across the room.  His cock was everything he had said that it was; a good
eight inches waving in the air and pointing decidedly left.  It was his
right ball that hung the lower and balanced the entire formation.

"I'll race you,"  David said.  "Bet I can cum quicker than you can !"

He was away pumping a solid dick while I began to massage my own into a full
erection.  Faster and faster David's hand was moving and faster and faster I
emulated him.  It was close, a photo-finish  but I think I won by a short
head, if you will excuse the pun.

Had that been a wank on my own it would have been nothing at all special,
being over so quick, but in sharing the event with my closest friend lifted
it a little and it ranked as one of the best I had taken pleasure from in a
long while.

"Best take a shower,"  David suggested.

I nodded.

In fact we didn't shower but shared a bath.  There wasn't that much room for
two of us but that made it all the more intimate.  And fun !

"One down, three to go,"  David said as he lathered soap in his hands then
proceeded to massage it into my own body.  He began gently moving his hands
round the sides of my neck then across my shoulders, lifting water in cupped
hands before lathering more soap.  Over my chest and down to my abdomen.
Using the bush of my pubic hair he foamed more soap and spread it outwards
through my groin and back up my body until I was totally covered in white,
fluffy clouds filled with tiny bubbles.  My skin tingled as the bubbles
began to burst and my dick was moving again into a position of arousal.

David ceased his action and I copied until he too was covered in white and
perfumed fluffy peaks of sensual cleaning.  Although that first wank had
been but a short while before we were both now aroused and ready.

"Remember," David said softly, "make each time a little better than the time
before."

He lathered his hands again and placed his palms inside my thighs one on
each side of my body, slowly bringing them together the separating to allow
one to cup my balls while the other took my cock in a cloud of white
bubbles.  The smooth lubrication allowed his fingers to slide easily up and
down my shaft each movement making me harder than the second before.  If I
had not had a wank for a month I could not have been any harder than I was
right then.

Time for me to do the same for David as he was doing for me.  Although the
space between us was limited our limbs steered their way through each action
with an ease of navigation.  My heart was beating like a drum within my
chest sending blood pulsing with tidal force through every artery, vein and
sinew.  Adrenaline was in overdrive and a  gentle flow of saliva brought a
new taste to my mouth.  I swallowed, closed my eyes and thought of nothing
save the enjoyment of the moment.

The mutual stroking was slow and very gentle, sensuous and seductive.  Again
we came together.  David winked an eye and said nothing.  Towelled dry David
went and lay on my bed in something resembling the three-quarter prone
recovery position everyone learns in first aid at school.  I lay behind him,
pressing my body against his and together we fell into a light sleep.

Slumber did not last for long, less than an hour by the clock radio on the
small table beside the bed.  I awoke to David gently stimulating me.  He was
kissing me.  On my chest, on my stomach and then just above my hair line.
Gently, lips closely together and just touching my skin each time.  I opened
my eyes and smiled.

"That's nice, don't stop."

"Each time has to be a little better than the time before," he whispered,
"two was better than one and three will be better than two.  Wait and see."

With sensations the like of those David was generating within me I could
have gone on all night and into double figures.  It was eleven o'clock, four
in the morning at home, but I was soon awake as if I had slept all night
long.

David kissed me again, this time on the head of my semi-hard cock.  It
sprang to life. I had the urge to kiss him, my mouth gagged with desire.  As
if anticipating my thoughts David rolled to his back and I positioned myself
on top of him, my face towards his feet and my cock directly above his
mouth.  Within moments each one of us had take the other's manhood in his
mouth.  It has been a fantasy for all of my life since early adolescence
that I would be able to suck my own cock, I have had dreams where dexterity
has allowed this to happen but only dreams.  I have wondered what it would
taste like and what sensations of feelings it could make.  But this was
better by far than any imagined sensation.  David had a sweet taste which
could not have been created by the finest chef in the finest restaurant in
all of the world.  It was freshly picked peaches and citrus ice-cream, it
was strawberries bursting with flavour and exploding in my mouth, it was
figs plucked straight from the tree after a shower of cold rain their
luscious, soft interior pushing juice and pleasure between my lips.

I reached up and placed a hand on each cheek of my friend's bum, pulling him
closer to me and taking more of that solid eight inches inside my mouth.
Although I was pulling it straight from his body into my mouth I could feel
it rebelling slightly and trying to return to its left pointing way.  I
maintained full control over it.

At the same time I was delighting in all that I was taking at the other end
of my body, pleasure of an equal kind was being generated as I have my own
cock into David's mouth.  He had muscles in his cheeks which he was
exercising with a skill.  He had a tongue which was curving itself round and
round me exciting and enticing.  I felt a third wave of liquid gold arising
from within me and slowly making its way up towards and ejaculation of joy.

David was right each, time needed to be better than the time before.  This
was wonderfully better than our time together in the bath and that had been
so much better than the first quickie in the bedroom.  That felt ages ago, a
lifetime.  That was part of David's secret wasn't it ?   Spacing each
session properly.  This was pure paradise and I wondered how it could get
better.  Thinking back to that frustrating time in San Francisco where I had
wanked myself silly three times in one night out of pure defeat at not
closing the deal I remembered how number three hurt and when I came it was
just with a pathetic little squirt.  There was no hurt this time, no ache
and feeling of an erection sustained on the edge of limpness.  I was as hard
as I had been for the first time and deriving as much happiness as was
possible.  This could go on for ever but without it coming to an end how
could I learn what greater treasurer was instore ?  What could be better ?

I could feel a new zest in my own mouth it was as if somebody had suddenly
poured a flavour enhancing sugar over the already ultimate taste sensation.
David was starting to offer me a sample of his precum.  I increased the
movements of my lips, cheeks and tongue to conclude the preliminary course
and hasten the main dish.  How truly wonderful it was when severed on a
platter of delectation fit for the gods.  As I was allowing this to drift
down my throat I became aware of my feeding David with similar gourmet food.

I knew David was multi-talented and never undertook any task without
effortlessly achieving the very highest of standards but this was an area of
his expertise I could never have imagined or recognised were it not for my
own being centred at the focal point of the experience.

Only when each had taken his fill did we resume our tender resting
positions.  I did not sleep, my mind was now far too alive.  I was breathing
heavily and could feel my warm breath hitting David's back and reflecting to
my own face.  That deal we had concluded earlier in the day was going to
make us comfortable, even wealthy, but I would have traded it away into
poverty for the experiences I had so far enjoyed.  And there was even more
to come.

I say that I didn't sleep, I don't think that I did but aroused to a greater
awareness as David left the bed and walked to the curtained window.  He
stretched his arms, clenched his fists and tested his muscles.  I viewed his
prefect naked form and knew the pleasure contained in the fourth part of our
passion.  I did not need to be told, this time I would not need to follow my
friend's lead, instinct would take control of me and guide me through.  The
very thought of this brought me to a hard solid rock greater than the three
previous efforts combined.

Slowly yet purposefully I slid from the bed, crossed the small space between
us and stood behind David.  Again my breath caressed his back as I pushed my
body against his.  My cock rested itself between his cheeks and I took
pleasure for a short time in it resting there before using the very tips of
my fingers to part a way and steer it inside.  David groaned and said, "You
are learning."

"I have only the very best for my teacher."

"Flattery will get you everywhere."

I was everywhere, everywhere I wanted to be and no place on earth could be
more attractive or inviting.  I slipped my hands under David's arms and
brought them together on his chest.  I clenched my fists together and hugged
him close to me.  David placed his own hands on mine in support of my
efforts.  My thrusts were deep and semi-violent, I sucked a love-bite on his
left shoulder then came with a surge.  With each pulse I pushed harder and
deeper.  With each pulse more of me flowed inside him.

When it was over I released my friend, turned round and allowed him to enter
me.  It was as if a rod of fire was suddenly inserted into me yet that fire
while bringing pain brought an unspeakable sensation of ecstasy.  Deeper and
deeper every one of those eight inches was moving inside me.  I felt David's
groin against my bum and knew he could go no further.  How long had it been
since I had cum inside him ?  Five minutes ?  No more.  But this new feeling
of having a man inside me and my virginity in that genre being torn in two
sent my cock into its fifth erection, something impossible had it been
obliged to rely on physical strength alone. David was thrusting furiously
into me and with each push forcing strength into me.  I knew I was going to
cum again.

To cum for a fifth time in one night and YES number five was going to be the
best of all.  No hand was touching my cock, no direct physical contact was
stimulating it but a fire was ignited and that fire blazed forth with a fury
at exactly the same moment David burst the dam of his manhood within me.
This time we showered together in the small cubicle, water cascading down
our bodies.  Gentle rivulets dribbled down our faces and tickled our smiles.
  Back in the bedroom we covered ourselves with the white complimentary
bathrobes supplied by the hotel.

"Room-service operates 24 hours a day,"  David explained, "fancy some
champagne and a snack.    By way of a celebration ?"

I wondered what he was celebrating; our new business deal or something else.

"Why not ?"  I looked at the one bed we had used with its now ruffled duvet
and pillows, the other was as neat and perfect as when the chambermaid had
left it.

"Don't you think the waiter will think it strange to see the one bed like
that at this hour and we two guys semi-naked in bathrobes ?"

David laughed.  "We could always take them off before he arrives and be
completely naked !"

I smiled at the thought but left it only as a thought.

We sold our business six months ago, sold it for three point five million
pounds sterling - that's just over five million dollars US.  Even after our
respective countries tax men had robbed us of their share it still left us
quite wealthy.  Although business trips to and from America are now a thing
of the past we still spend plenty of quality time together and enjoy our
friendship.  David is still like Casanova on an overdose of Viagra, few
girls can resist him,  but there is another side to him, one reserved for
just myself as his only true male friend. I have to confess that as I am
penning these words I have developed another massif hardon.  You see I had a
telephone call a short while ago, about an hour to be precise -just long
enough for me to write this little story down on paper.

I need you in New York.  How quick can you get here ?

Again I called British Airways but this time I booked to fly on Concord.
Flight BA001 leaves Heathrow at 10.30 am and lands at JFK New York at 9.25
local time; that's 2.25pm BST.

Think of me tomorrow!


WELL THERE YOU GO -- I sure hope you enjoyed my little tale.  Please get back
to me:  horny_writer@hotmail.com   I answer all e-mails received.