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MY
BUSINESS PARTNER
By Nigel Dean |
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“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 actually got
to speak to a real person. 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 ?” |
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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 hour 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, very rich.”
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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 for
him.
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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 the point 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 excessive alcohol 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, for being my business partner, for 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
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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 with four ?”
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 underpants 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
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“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 then 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
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“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 taken 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 helped 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
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I wondered what he was suggesting we celebrate; 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!
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