The Evening Continues

“Whatever you want” was the quiet response.  “You can dismiss me and send your client report to the agency.  They will charge the remainder of the agreed fee and our business is complete or…”  David trailed off.

The Agency rules regarding their escorts providing what were euphemistically termed “personal services” were both strict and in some cases rather complex and like the name issue it was left as much up to the escort as it was to the client.  If both parties wished to further their relationship then they were free to do so and any ‘fee’ agreed upon between the two parties concerned was simply forwarded directly to the escort via the usual discreet method and there were no questions asked. However any Agency client who became abusive or stepped beyond the already agreed terms was summarily removed from The Agency’s books and if necessary pursued with the full force of the law. The Agency took as much care of its escorts as it did of its clients; after all, the escorts were its most valuable asset.

Once again Hugo Weaving, wealthy, charming and a major business player, was suddenly shy.  He could negotiate multi million dollar deals on a daily basis with some of the toughest men on the planet, but when it came to personal relationships, like many such men, his track record left a lot to be desired.  Hence his recent preference for using very high class, very expensive escorts. They were like his company staff, he found the good ones, paid them well, and they did their jobs.  This young man however was… different.  He caused reactions in Hugo that the multi millionaire had thought long since buried. It was… unsettling, to say the least.

“Would… would you like to stay?” he asked reticently, braced for a refusal, telling himself that a young man like David was bound to have ‘better things to do’ than entertain him further. It was patently obvious that his ‘escort’ for the evening wasn’t exactly in desperate need of the money.

David smiled; this was more than familiar ground. He had seen this so often, wealthy, powerful, confident business men, turned into bashful, awkward, even timid teenagers when it came to discussing how the evening should continue.  He reached for the remote control form the bar and turned up the volume on the music a little. He had spotted Hugo surreptitiously eyeing the dance floor and then him once the formal part of the dinner was over, but of course then it had been out of the question. Taking Hugo’s glass and setting it on the small occasional table alongside his own he reached out a hand…

“Dance?” He asked softly, pale blue eyes meeting dark with a steady, hopeful gaze.  Hugo took the hand and drew the younger man towards him and into his arms, they fitted together perfectly, David happily letting the older man lead once they began to move. “I take it that’s a yes then?” Hugo queried with a soft chuckle as they glided around the open space in the centre of the sitting room.  “I’d have been gone half an hour ago, right after your guests left if I hadn’t been hoping…” David answered honestly and with a soft chuckle of his own.  He had kept a tight professional hold on his feelings and reactions all evening.  The man was a client, work, his job, but in truth he ‘wanted’ Hugo Weaving and wanted him badly, even if it was just for the one night, which was all David expected.  Usually the client was simply his job, someone to be researched, met and satisfied and then left with the feeling of a job well done, before you moved onto the next one.  However, very occasionally he got one like Hugo Weaving, where continuing the evening on into the night was a delicious combination of business and pure unadulterated personal pleasure.

For Hugo this was sheer bliss. He had been wanting to hold this delightful creature all evening, had even had to take a couple of strategic trips to the gents to ‘calm down’ before he risked embarrassing himself in front of his own business colleagues.  As they glided around the room he pulled the young man closer. David’s muscular yet strangely pliant body moulded itself to his and easily followed his lead; pale blue eyes glowing with pleasure even as they watched for signs of further nerves or unease, ready to sooth with softly spoken words or gentle caresses. Both men were enjoying it so much they danced for ages, were it not for the faint promise in David’s eyes Hugo would have happily let it go on forever.  Sensing his client’s indecision David dexterously picked up the remote control again and gradually quieted the music as he danced them steadily into the hall and then finally into the bedroom.

“Very smooth,” Hugo complimented with another delighted chuckle, as David pushed the door to behind them.

“Takes one to know one,” David answered rather cryptically with a wicked grin, knowing he had once again managed to anticipate and ease Hugo’s un-ease, before he had even had a chance to feel it. And before there was any chance of said unease returning David followed up the comment by moving in for the gentlest of kisses. Just letting his lips brush lightly of Hugo’s barely touching, waiting to see if his invitation would be taken up.  Hugo might be shy but he knew when he was being offered the best deal of the day, week, month, year… century. Men in David’s line of work didn’t offer kisses usually. In seconds he had turned the kiss around and David had let him, allowing entry to his mouth, welcoming the first joining of the evening. David tasted sweet, there was scotch and lime and then underlying both those the unmistakeable something that was uniquely David. Hugo wrapped himself around the only slightly smaller man, and let his tongue run riot in that welcoming sweetness.

Any professional detachment that David may have been trying to hang on to was fast slipping away and they hadn’t even removed any clothes yet. David knew it was unusual, but he had wanted to kiss Hugo and gone with his instinct rather than his professional judgement. Without breaking or even slowing the kiss he deftly slipped out of his shoes and socks and then removed his own dress jacket before carefully starting on Hugo’s. When they finally both had no choice but to come up for air David smiled, smoothing a stray strand of silky hair back from Hugo’s face before he stepped away and carefully hung both expensive jackets on the valet stands.  He returned seconds later and stood in front of Hugo settling his warm hands on the other man’s waist.

“What do you want?” He asked smiling gently.

Hugo shrugged, suddenly gone all shy again; “whatever you’re prepared to give,” he replied softly, just a tiny hint of a tremor in his voice. He knew David couldn’t have missed his raging desire when they had kissed, just had he had rather flatteringly been aware of David’s.  The strawberry blonde simply smiled and nodded, totally unfazed by the seemingly vague answer and used to a situation where he had to ‘lead’ till the client had the confidence to take over.  Somehow he doubted that with Hugo the confidence would be too long coming.

Experience had taught him that the client usually didn’t like being the first one to be exposed, especially on a first encounter so he stood back a little and totally without fuss removed his own tie and dress shirt. The action revealing a strong muscular chest with a lovely covering of red-gold hair and rosy nipples already peaked with desire.  Hugo gasped and licked his lips as David was so willingly revealed, the sight shooting straight to his cock. David stepped closer again offering those delicious full pouty lips for another kiss before expertly removing Hugo’s bow tie and then setting nimble fingers to work on the buttons of Hugo’s dress shirt. David knew he shouldn’t really be thinking it but the more of Hugo he revealed the lovelier he thought the man was. As each button revealed another piece of smooth creamy skin David covered it with soft teasing kisses. All but worshipping the flesh, as it became known to him and making Hugo moan softly as he worked.  Hugo had his own coating of lovely dark hair that David’s fingers were just itching to play in. He gave into them for a minute or so before moving on to reveal even more of this strangely fascinating client.  As each dusky pink nipple became available David bent and suckled it softly before following the path of the buttons further on south till he arrived at the waistband of Hugo’s dress trousers.  Once there he straightened and let Hugo kiss him again, smiling into the kiss, because it was just a fraction more Hugo initiated than him.  While they kissed he pushed the other man’s shirt over his shoulders and off. Hugo was still moaning softly, hips rocking just a little, unable to keep still under David’s incredible assault.  Once his shirt was disposed of Hugo felt David’s hand drop to gently cup the bulge straining the expensive material of his dress trousers.  His hips bucked forwards into the touch almost entirely of their own volition and the accompanying moan was deeper, throatier, full of lust and need.

David chuckled softly, “nice?” He asked squeezing gently once more before all but letting go completely.  “Want more?” He teased, the definite whimper as he pulled back answering the question more than the nod he received indicating that Hugo was too far-gone to speak at that moment. Hugo was gazing at David through hazy eyes when the younger man stepped back and quickly removed his own trousers and royal blue silk boxers, and stood before Hugo gloriously naked, hard and just so eminently, willingly fuckable all Hugo could do was stare and swallow convulsively as his own cock throbbed and begged to be freed.  It didn’t have to wait long David stepped close again and without another word ran his fingers from Hugo’s collar bone to the top of his trousers before he knelt. Buttons and zips were quickly dealt with and then there was the tell tale whisper of silk as David carefully slid Hugo’s trousers and boxers down, helping the older man step out of shoes and then the clothing, deliberately not allowing himself to get too caught up in just gazing at what was revealed.  Once Hugo was free of his clothes David stood and carefully laid the trousers with the jacket and only then did he turn and really look at his client. Hugo was magnificent, especially in the cock department, the bulge had been no lie and David licked his lips, making them glisten, as he strode back to the older man with that loping easy grace.

Hugo was drinking in the sight of David’s body with dark hungry eyes, cock throbbing and weeping, glad to be free but desperate now to be encased in something else, pulsing with every move the strawberry blonde made. Now Hugo’s fingers itched to run over every inch of the younger man, wanting to feel, to touch more and more.  Hugo had almost entirely forgotten the man was a pro and when David came closer he reached out and pulled him in the rest of the way capturing his mouth in a deep and hungry kiss. When the kiss was finally ended David pulled back a little and grinned, “may I taste you?” He asked, waiting for Hugo to nod before he literally dropped to his knees in front of that truly wonderful cock, just drinking in the sight and the lovely musky arousal scent for a moment. David knew he had never had a client this big, a few lovers maybe, but a very few, clients usually flattered to deceive and were rather a disappointment in the cock department, but not this one, this one was everything he could ever wish for. Eventually after a good long look that he knew was building the tension for Hugo, David reached out and placed only his thumb and index finger at the base of the long thick organ to hold it in place and steady. Then in one smooth motion he leaned forward and literally inhaled Hugo’s cock, not stopping till the head was embedded deep down his willing throat.

The tension as David looked at him had been getting to Hugo. He had lived his life with the knowledge that for many lovers he was in fact ‘too big’ and this fact contributed a fair amount to his difficulties with relationships and was one of the reasons he tended towards using professionals these days, though even a few of them had struggled. He was afraid as David looked at him that he too might be one of those. Afraid that he was pausing to work out how best to do something without damaging himself, or even worse how best to tell Hugo he couldn’t do anything at all, but obviously, his fears were totally groundless. 

Hugo was gasping, his legs trembling, the moan that was torn from his lips as David swallowed him down was almost a scream.  The heat, the tightness, the sheer skill! No one had ever been able to do this before not all in one go like that. He was fighting for control, knowing that trying to last any length of time was a lost cause; he could only hope that David would be prepared to do it again.

Even though Hugo didn’t know it the answer to his hope was a definite yes. David was smiling round Hugo’s cock. This was magnificent!  He stayed still for a few lovely seconds then pulled back leaving the shaft glistening in his wake and settling those full pouty lips round the head, swirling his tongue around to catch the delectable taste leaking from the tiny slit. Dipping the tip of his agile tongue in and out, coaxing the pulsing flesh to give up more of that delicious fluid.

Moaning loudly Hugo couldn’t take his eyes off David, watching his own glistening shaft disappearing into that gorgeous mouth. The sight, the feel, it was almost too much, but not quite.

Once he had gotten a good taste David got to work, swallowing Hugo’s cock over and over. His cheeks hollowing with every withdrawal, tongue working first the shaft and then the head, massaging the vein on the underside as his lips sealed the incredible suction. Then teasing the head, swirling around and around, lapping at the tiny slit once more, licking and tonguing the swollen bulb, before he dived back down the full length again to bury his nose in the dark nest of curls at the base, feeling Hugo throb and twitch deep in the back of his throat. Again and again he went on, pleasuring Hugo over and over till the man was shaking with unadulterated need. When he heard the pitch of Hugo’s moans begin to change David moved his hands from the backs of his thighs to Hugo’s firm rounded ass and encouraged him to give in and thrust, making it plain that he wanted Hugo to fuck his mouth, that there was no need to fight to still the rocking of his hips anymore.

Hugo was hesitant at first but he soon got the message.  He tried not to thrust too hard, not wanting to choke the wonderful young man who was so willingly giving him the best blow job he had ever had, but David urged him on and Hugo was powerless to resist as the strawberry blonde expertly matched the rhythm and movement of his mouth to the thrust of Hugo’s hips.

Finally Hugo could hold out no longer. When he looked down to see those lovely pale blue eyes gazing up at him almost coyly, from beneath long thick lashes he was totally lost.  With what really amounted to a roar of pure pleasure Hugo came, and came hard and heavy, emptying his balls in wave after wave of hot thick seed that forcefully coursed its way down David’s willing throat.

And David swallowed it down, every drop, as though it was the finest nectar of the gods, drawing back sucking hard and teasing the head to milk every last drop out of the man shaking and trembling and moaning before him.  When there really was no more to be had David pulled back and allowed Hugo’s cock to fall from his lips, using his tongue to ensure his client was thoroughly clean before, that same pretty pink muscle darted out to lick at now work swollen pouty lips, that smiled gently at Hugo. The blowjob had left David even harder and aching but his entire focus was on Hugo as he settled his hands on the older man’s waist once more to steady and sooth. “You ok?” he asked softly.

“Putting it mildly” Hugo gasped still trying to recover “that was… well… incredible… thank-you…” Hugo knew damn well that telling the ‘escort’ he was incredible was probably more than a little unusual but it was the truth and Hugo was still trying to find his brain and/or his wits. David smiled and nodded “thank-*you*” he replied softly, wondering if Hugo would want more or ask him to leave. The answer to that was given as soon as Hugo caught his breath and really looked at David noticing the younger man’s swollen weeping cock…

“Is it… can I…” He tried again, third time lucky “will you… let me take care of you?” he asked quietly.

David’s eyes widened in surprise…

TBC