Date: Mon, 12 Nov 2012 11:01:35 -0500
From: B B <michiganbottom@gmail.com>
Subject: About a Boy - Chapter Two

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About a Boy
Chapter Two: The Good Date
by Michigan Bottom

	The metallic silver Cadillac luxury coupe slowly crept up into the
short driveway; the engine humming softly at it rolled to a stop. The Boy
looked up at his home through the windshield before he turned to his date.
	"Well, there I am." the Boy smiled as he softly spoke.
	"There you are." his date replied, smiling as well.
	The man sitting in the driver's seat was an older man. A business
executive. The kind of silver-haired man who, to the general public, seemed
to wear a suit and tie perpetually. During their night together, the Boy
had come to learn that his name was Marcus, that he was 55-years old, and
that he was a well-paid employee at a major car company found right in the
Boy's city. He loved jazz, he loved fine scotch, but most importantly he
loved younger men.
	"Must be a little difficult for a young man such as yourself to
afford living in a home like that?" Marcus questioned as he threw the car
into park.
	The Boy chuckled softly and replied, "I do alright for myself."
	"I'll bet that you do."
	Marcus had found the Boy in an online chat one night. The two of
them began a casual, heavily flirtatious friendship online and had been
chatting for a month or two before they met. One day, Marcus convinced the
Boy to meet him for a drink. They met at the MGM Grand casino and shared in
some conversation as they strolled around on the casino floor. After a
drink or two, the Boy found himself wrapping his arms around Marcus' arm,
letting the man lead him around. Marcus noticed.
	"So, do you find yourself out on many dates like this?" Marcus
inquired, "I mean, with older men?"
	Unbuckling his seatbelt, the boy nodded, "Yes, sir. Sometimes."
	A grin flashed across Marcus' face. He had noticed the Boy's
submissive behavior all night. That wasn't the first time the Boy had
called him "sir."
	"I'll bet that all kinds of older men fight to take you out, don't
they?"
	The Boy blushed a little, laughing softly in slight embarrassment,
"?Sometimes, I guess."
	Marcus unbuckled his seatbelt as well. He glanced around the car
for a moment, then turned back to the Boy. "You're a good date, boy."
	Marcus slowly reached over to the door locks and pressed them,
locking the Boy in his vehicle.
	Again, the Boy laughed softly, "I'm glad that you think so, sir."
	Over the gentle hum of the engine, the Boy could hear Marcus
unbuckling his belt and unzipping his dress slacks. He felt his heart
pounding inside his chest and knew exactly what Marcus had in mind as he
watched him reach down into his pants in the darkness. The Boy looked down
into Marcus' lap, watching him as he pulled out his throbbing hard
cock. The bit of precum leaking from his tip subtly glistened.
	"Why don't you show me how good of a date you are, boy." Marcus
spoke with firm tones.
	Marcus reached over and grabbed the Boy by the back of the neck. He
pulled him forward, guiding him over the center console and into his
lap. The Boy quickly found his erect manhood in the darkness and began to
suck on it like the "good date" he was. Marcus switched the headlights off,
sat back in the driver's seat, and began to enjoy the Boy's wet, warm
mouth.
	"Ohhh, that's it?" Marcus groaned, keeping a firm hand on the back
of the Boy's neck, "That's a good boy?"
	Marcus' thick cock filled the Boy's mouth effortlessly. It was nice
and fat with a thick vein running across the top of it. The Boy could feel
it throbbing and pulsing in between his lips as he worked it as deep as he
could. The quiet interior of the luxury car began to fill with the wet
sounds of a deep blowjob.
	"I'll bet you go down like this on first dates often, don't you?"
Marcus chuckled, looking down at the Boy as he sucked his dick. He
continued to press his head down over his lap, keeping his cock deep in the
Boy's mouth and preventing him from answering. "I'm not the first man to
get into your throat this quickly, am I?"
	The Boy shook his head, keeping his date's cock in between his
supple lips. He began to bob his head faster, slurping and sucking like a
cheap slut.
	"Oh, fuck." Marcus groaned, tossing his head back for a moment,
"Don't stop, boy. Keep sucking my cock just like that."
	The Boy gladly obeyed. He'd gladly submit to any older man if they
simply offered. Suddenly, Marcus put both of his hands on the back of the
Boy's head, holding him over his rod. He let out a long, low moan as his
thick, white, hot seed poured out of him and down the Boy's throat. The Boy
gulped it up hungrily, leaving not a single drop behind.
	"Ohh, God? Good boy." Marcus sighed as he gave the Boy's mouth a
few, final thrusts. He pulled him up from his lap, hearing his member "pop"
out from in between the Boy's lips. The Boy ran his fingers gently across
his lips, sighing and panting in delight. He could feel the warm sensation
of Marcus' cum coating his throat the entire way down. Marcus packed
himself back up into his dress slacks and smirked towards his young date.
	"What do you say now, boy?"
	"Thank you, sir."
	"I doubt I need to mention that I'll be calling you again very
soon." He smirked wickedly at the Boy.
	He nodded playfully to the silver haired business executive, "Yes,
sir. Thank you, sir."
	Marcus pressed the door locks again, unlocking them. The Boy
stepped out into the cool night air and walked up to the front door of his
home. He turned and waved "good night" to Marcus, watching as he slowly
pulled out of the driveway and took off down the street.

Chapter Two - End.

Author's Note: More or less, this chapter is a re-telling of my most recent
"date" with an older man. I felt as if it was too good of an encounter to
keep bottled up. I needed to share it with all of you. My date, however,
was not named "Marcus." I hope you've enjoyed reading