New Business Venture A Great BANG for the Buck

I'm scheduled to meet a gentleman who opened a small office park dedicated to helping small businesses establish an identity in this tough economy. He has 40 units which come in small (ideal for 10 to 25 employees) and medium (25 to 40 employees tops) sizes, as well as centralized storage and free assistance in buying computers and other office equipment and furniture at volume-discounted prices. According to the data obtained while arranging my interview time, the complex currently has 28 "renters" and is hoping for full occupancy by March of next year.

Driving under the fear of my powerful "always late" gene, I arrived at the business park ... a modern double line of buildings outfitted with lots of polished surfaces and large areas of glass ... about 35 minutes early. The friendly guard at the entrance gate directed me to the manager/owner's office and I parked a few spaces away from a cluster of nice looking professional vehicles. It was very warm out, so I rolled down all four windows and opened another button on my dress shirt. I guess I can go over my questions and see if anything new comes to mind, I thought, figuring I could go inside into air conditioned comfort in another 10 or 15 minutes.


I was about to retrieve my note bad when a powerful droning noise pulled my attention to the lawn to my right. As the sound grew louder, I saw an indistinct head pop over a deceptively-steep rise in the ground. The labored mechanical sounds of a platform landscape mowers ... I call them "hovercutters" ... drew nearer, and the oversized machine itself whizzed by the edge of the parking area carrying an extremely hot young stud.


With longish hair that hung over his eyes in a shaggy curtain and a deep, healthy tan, the rider ... a landscaper, I assumed ... appeared carefree, making mowing look more like tremendous fun than actual work. He was shirtless, with cut abdominals and a light dusting of blondish hair on his stomach and the planes of his chest. His face was young and scruffy ... I pegged him at college age, maybe 21 or 22 ... and his hands were covered in dirty work gloves. His arms and shoulders were athletic but not overworked. I know I stared ... hell, I might have been drooling ... but I had on sunglasses and tried to keep my head from following my ogling eyes. He's just so fucking gorgeous!, I lustily concluded.


As he made the turn to avoid shaving the asphalt, I saw that the young laborer appeared to trim his torso, but his legs and pits were forested with coarse, dark blond hair. He wore baggy work shorts that didn't give much of an impression about how much dick he might be packing, but his devil's shoulders ... those grooves that really tight guys get running from their hips down to Pubeland ... were fuckin' phenomenal. And at the pedals of his mower, dirty but fluffy socks peeked over battered work boots. He was a total package!


I continued to watch this young Adonis make a few more swaths near my car when he and his trimming "steed" descended back over the rise. The sexual arousal I felt had pumped up my body temperature; sweat beaded my brow and my hair looked slightly limp in my reflection in the rear view mirror.


I gathered all my materials up in my messenger bag and turned on my alternator to raise the windows to a near-closed position. Moving quickly, I locked the car and moved to the trunk. Popping the lid, I spied the cooler I had packed for my long day of work and errands. In it, I had placed about four bottled waters, a Snickers bar, an apple, and two granola bars ... along with two coolant gel packs and a smattering of ice. I placed my bag in the trunk and pressed the button which allowed the cooler top to slide back and open. I selected a water and twisted off the top. Taking a long, leisurely swig of refreshment, I checked the edge of my trunk to see that it was clear of grime and then sat down to wait out my time and finish my water.


"That looks really good, brah," came a young and deep voice from my left. "Do you mind sharing?" I jerked my head, starting at the sudden sound of the sexy landscaper who had snuck up on me like a ninja. He stood maybe 15 feet away, glistening in the sun as he used a dark blue bandanna to wipe sweat from his face and chest. Trails of perspiration flowed down the ridges of his taut tummy.


"Sure, man ... I've got plenty?" I reached into the cooler and presented a bottle.


"Thanks," he replied, closing the distance rapidly and plopping down right beside me. His weight made my car rock lightly on it's springs. "I've got my own supply, but it's down in my van ... and you were the closer choice." He looked over at me, green-gold eyes peering through a curtain of sweaty, stringy bangs. He winked and took a long draw of liquid.


We sat in companionable silence for a few minutes, just the sound of other distant mowers and the workings of our throats as we drank. He finished his water quickly. Suddenly he hopped up and away from my car and struck a "three-point" basketball stance. The plastic water bottle sailed into my open trunk, rattled for a few seconds, and then lay still.


"Nothing but net," he laughed and just stood there smiling, slightly stooped while he shifted from side to side with natural nervous energy.


"Pretty big target, though," I maintained in a similarly playful voice. "Most hoops aren't the size of car trunks."


"True, but a target's a target," he stated with a sly shrug. "What you doing killin' time around here, man."


I capped my water and replaced it in the cooler. "I'm here to meet a guy who's going to tell me more about these buildings and what they do inside."


"Shit," he giggled in a way that made my cock twitch, "they work in there. Work, work, work ... with stale air and stale doughnuts."


"Probably ... not hard work like you're used to, I'm sure." I couldn't help but rake my stare over his shapely bod.


He squinted one eye and cocked his head as he returned my gaze. "I got a much better plan." Now he leaned forward at the waste and fidgeted like a man on a seesaw. "You shared a water with me, so it's only right that I share a water with you. Like I said, I've got some on ice in my van ... and I've got plenty of break time left. Why don't we walk over there and you can get a better look at my body than you did just now ... or on my drivebys when I was cruisin' you." And with that challenge, he broke into a huge, shit-eating grin.


I was momentarily shocked, but not so much that I didn't think about canceling my appointment and seeing how far this hottie might be willing to take things ... my growing thing, in particular, into his warm mouth, to be more specific.

"You're on the shy side," I chided playfully, drinking in his beauty and candor.

"Why waste time?"


I summoned my reserves of self restraint, planning to let this slammin' piece of ass down gently ... maybe get a number or actually make a plan to meet later. "Man, I appreciate the offer. I have a major bone developing for you, but this is my job and my appointment's in just a few minutes."


He didn't look mad or disappointed. In fact, he still looked very flirty and content. "That sucks, dude." He took up a seat beside me again and, without asking, reached into my cooler for another water. He opened the beverage quickly ... like he was desperately parched ... but just took a small sip. "Is it important ... like rrrrreal important ... that you meet with the man today?"


"Yeah, dude," I firmly explained, "it's my job."


"Well, that's a real shame," he said right before jumping to his feet and pouring the almost-full bottle of water over my head. I was drenched, hair plastered to my forehead and my shirt was clinging to my skin. And upon further inspection, it looked like I'd pissed my pants.


"Fuck!!," I shouted, also jumping to a standing position. "What the fuck was that for, you idiot! Shit ... I don't have a fresh shirt ... what am I supposed to do now?"


I looked over at my landscaper friend ... he wasn't really frowning or smiling, but he was digging into his front pocket. He raised his arm and tossed me a cell phone. "Now you call and cancel, and then we go fuckin' play!!"


Without hesitation, I threw his cell phone back ... hard. He barely snagged it from the air. "You think that's all it takes ... a rock-hard body and a stupid prank?"


"Yep."


After maybe five seconds, I retrieved my own cell phone and made apologies to the complex owner. I lied and said that I was swamped at work and was running so late that I wasn't sure I could make today's meeting. Relief flooded over me when the owner told me that he was in a bit of a snag himself ... apparently, a tenant with some problems was putting pressure on him, and it would be great for him if we could reschedule for later in the week. I thanked him repeatedly for his flexibility and promised to call him tomorrow about setting up another time to talk.


So there I was, abandoning my locked car and walking side by side across newly-cut grass with a totally anonymous young stud who had me by the shorthairs of lust. I was the first to break the quiet. "So what do I call the guy I'm about to fuck?'


"You're sssooooo funny, man," he declared without missing a beat. "You think I don't know a hot bottom when I see one?" Busted!!


A bit flustered, I asked, "still, what's your name?"


"It's Charlie, but everyone calls me Clever."


"Why Clever?" I questioned.


"Because I am," he stated in a way that said the subject was closed.


After a few more minutes of walking, we arrived at his vehicle. I'm not sure what I expected ... a used but in great shape SUV or a beater pick-up with a roomy cab for clandestine sex. But Clever's wheels were dented and dinged and rusted and very, very yellow.


"Welcome to my home away from home," he gestured with obvious pride. "This is Sally ... she's a sweet 1956 VW bus, and a bunch of her innards are original. The rest, me and my Dad take care of on the weekends when he's free." Clever patted his van lovingly. "She's seen me through some tough times ... she's handled scrapes and near-misses and the occasional spilled load." The last part got my attention.


"What's she like inside?" I asked, placing emphasis on the last word.


"Same thing I'm wondering about you, dude!" I think I blushed, but not for too long because Clever had opened the back doors of his antique treasure to reveal a cavernous space appointed with nothing more than some books and magazines, an overflowing tool box, a dinged up red Igloo cooler, some rags ... cum stained, I hoped ... and a filthy looking mattress.

Before one "clever" remark could leave my lips, the flesh-and-blood Clever hopped up into the vehicle and extended an arm to help me in. I hesitantly complied; the sound of the doors closing behind me was ominous and sent a shiver all the way to my semi-hard dick.

The interior of the van was sweltering. I saw that the windows ... old fashioned sliders ... were open all the way, but the air was still dry and harsh, reeking of human sweat and the scent of rich, loamy dirt. As I stood, my eyes further adjusting to the reduced light levels, Clever dropped to the mattress and began stripping off his pants and shoes. He was quick as a jack rabbit, moving so fast that my lusty brain had trouble committing any details to memory.

Clad only in grungy grayed socks, Clever rested flat of his back. His body was all tan flesh ... no tan lines anywhere, go figure ... and wiry musculature, and at the center of his being was a wonderfully erect uncut cock nestled in a thick thatch of dark pubic hair. My mouth was dry but desperate for the saliva needed to properly "worship" on Clever's heavenly cock. But I didn't have much time to ponder my dilemma because with another burst of speed, Clever crawled over to where I still stood and worked open my pants until he had freed my plumped-up pecker from my boxer briefs and had it rolling between his mashing lips.

"Damn, boy, that feels so fuckin' good," I moaned. "I needed this more than I realized." I worked my hands through his damp tresses, tangling my fingers and pulling his head further onto my tool. With tongue and a touch of teeth, Clever worked my johnson in quick bursts. His technique was frantic and thrilling and soon had me panting from more than the heat.

Clever rode my dick a bit longer before releasing my member. He continued to stoke me, rubbing my foreskin vigorously up and over my knob, while leading me forward. I tipped over and fell playfully on top of him. He laughed while untangling his limbs from mine to assist me in undressing. No sooner was I naked ... my shirt tossed off onto the grubby vehicle's floor ... when Clever used his strength to flatten me against the dirty mattress. He held my hands over my head while he nuzzled my ears and lapped at my chin like a horny hound. Neck ... shoulders ... the tongue bath continued down my body, spending a few delicious moments at my nipples before reaching my neatly-trimmed bush. Clever bit and nipped at the dark hair above my cock, eliciting painful yelps from me. With each nibble and gnashing of teeth, my rod bounced and flexed. With renewed vigor, Clever descended again onto my prod, taking all of me down his throat before resting his mouth at my wide base.

"God damn," I muttered, thrashing my head from side to side, "choke that fucker down, bitch! Work me like you mean it. Eat my dick!"

He mumbled something, the guttural vibrations only adding to his assault on my bone. I responded by grabbing the sides of his head and slowly withdrawing from him a few inches before ramming my dick back down to the hilt. He took the facefuck like a champ, grunting and lifting his shapely ass in the air. I wanted to feel his muscled glutes, probing his hole recklessly with my fingers, but I kept hold of his head as I jammed his gullet with my oozing meat.

Clever broke our sexual circuit when his groans turned into a desperate gagging sound. He forced his mouth off my cock, tears streaming from his eyes and fluid escaping his nostrils. "You're a tough fucker, huh?" he playfully challenged. "Like it rough? Like to push people around? Well, Clever can play any game you bring, you dirty motherfucker!"

I was unprepared for this reversal of personal polarities, but so turned on I didn't care. In a flash, Clever's full weight had me again immobilized; his upper body strength was uncanny. He squirmed up my body until his right arm came across my neck, reducing my ability to breath and sending a fear impulse straight to my frenzied brain. He held me like this for a few terrifying and tantalizing moments until the pressure released slightly. That taut arm crept up and up until I was presented with his bushy, rank pit. The hair glistened in the feeble light from the van's windows, but I could see moisture dot the follicles and surrounding skin.

"Lick me, you prissy little fucker ... see how a real man tastes!"

My tongue darted out on command, and I took a tentative swipe. "I said lick my pits, you fuckin' faggot. Get me nice and clean!! Learn what hard work smell like, you bitch. LICK ME!" My brain had turned over control of my mind and my boundaries to my prick ... I couldn't lick and suck on his rank hair fast enough. I made pig noises as I inhaled his musk. His breath came in ragged hisses as I gnawed on his ripe flesh. Clever seemed pleased with my performance. "Fuck, yeah ... that's it ... that's fuckin' how I like it! ... Shit!" I worked on his pit for who knows how long, until I felt him work himself into a sitting position. Clever still had me pinned in place so I had no idea what exactly he was doing, but he grunted softly and I felt the muscles of his chest and other arm straining.

"You're one obedient little fucker, dude ... soooo easy to train. Here's another little treat for my hot little bitch. You do a good job, slut ... clean me up good ... and Clever will give you what you really want. Give you what every little queer wants!"

My eyes were half closed ... I was in such a daze. When Clever's body lifted I assumed it was to give me access to his other armpit so I didn't even try to sit up or show any resistance. What I received ... laying there in the dark with my pud leaking pre-cum all over my crotch ... was round and stubby. No way is this his dick, I thought to myself. My eyes opened to reveal Clever's hairy foot pressed against my face. He was slowly jerking his cock while rubbing his grimy hoof against my cheek. His toes were pale with patches of bristly hairs. I'd never paid much attention to feet before, but at this point I was crazed with hormones and desire. I turned my head slightly and sucked the smallest two toes into my mouth. The taste was fetid and dirty and totally awesome. I worked those little bastards like tiny pricks, swishing my tongue along their contours and into the space between. Clever moaned louder and louder as I gave "head" to his toes. He whacked his prick furiously as I released his smaller piggies and moved to the chode-like big toe. I sighed along with him as I vacuumed this phallic phalange into my piehole, licking and swirling at the sweaty flesh. With one hand, I started caressing his cracked heel ... his high arch ... his rough and scratchy instep. My other paw found my own neglected prick and began rubbing rapidly.

Amidst all the slippery sounds of foreskins flapping and nubs being nursed, Clever announced that he was extremely close to cumming. I looked up dreamily ... my view down his sinewy legs to his lust-crazed eyes was a unique and thrilling perspective. "I'm close too, man," I barked hoarsely after releasing his foot and laying my head back to relieve my back and shoulder muscles. I was close to cramping.

"Then flip the fuck over and let me get at that hole!!"

I was too turned on to argue, so I rolled onto my stomach, careful not to crimp my engorged wang. Clever wasted no time in draping his body over top my own. He nibbled the nape of my neck lovingly as he reached over into a nearby pile of debris to extract a container of lube ... the serious shit that looks like Crisco. Should I even ask about condoms? I questioned myself. I knew that Clever was too amped and primed to take the time to consider that option and, to be completely honest, my hole was twitching like an epileptic ... I needed plowed bad!!

As if reading my mind, Clever found the entrance to my backdoor and slathered on a good amount of lube. He worked a finger up inside me to smear the glaze around. Fuck, that's the stuff! Littles "oohs" and "aahs" escaped my throat as he teased my hole. Clever withdrew his slender digit and I heard the squishy sound of him applying the thick lubricant to his gotta-be-close-to-nine-inch schlong. Being a man of few words, he gave me no warning ... the pain of an abrupt entry was apparently Clever's way of giving me notice that he was ready to fuck. He grunted as he ground about half his length up my shitter. He stopped to allow me to get accustomed to his size. "Nice and tight, dude ... but I can tell you haven't been a virgin for a long, long time."

"Uuughhh," I groaned, "go slow, stud ... you feel like you're using a baseball bat on my starfish. Just give me a chance to ... AAAAAGGHHHHH! FUCK!!" The remainder of Clever's cock lurched up into my colon. I saw sparks behind my eyelids, and my body tried to instinctually crawl away from him. But Clever's body weight held me firm ... I couldn't work an arm up to push him off ... or even get to my own needy prick ... if I tried.

Clever pulled back to the edge of my love tunnel before plunging back in clear to the balls. After repeating this move a few more times, I was feeling nothing but incredible friction; comforting warmth radiated through my whole body. My mind reeled with sensation layered upon sensation ... my body reacted to the battering inside me, butt muscles clenching to cling to Clever's length club.

Clever knew how to use his dick; he was shredding my hole but good! I could have endured a little longer, but the previous stroking and the tightness of my ass was taking a toll on Clever's stamina. After maybe another dozen long thrusts, he withdrew his massive cock. "Here I cum?" he shouted. I raised up on my arms and felt him slime me from the middle of my back to the top of my anus. I was on sensory overload, but I still managed to feel the jizz fall prey to gravity and slip leisurely down my sweat-covered body.

I was just shifting my weight to roll over and take my own dick in hand when that sleazy little fuckwad took his frosted pecker and jammed it back up my hole. "Not done, little faggot ... not done 'til I rape some spunk up your can. You'll be shittin' spooge for days ... ugh ... uuggghh ...uughhhhhhh." Clever's outburst wound down and his softening dick fell from my battered orifice. He laid there smiling and blissed like a kid coming down from a sugar high; his hand shot out and played in the goo covering my hand and cock ... spunk I hadn't even realized I'd nutted.

Using the old rags, Clever and I wiped ourselves off ... he actually took great care helping me clean up and get dressed. As we headed back toward my car, he was very upbeat ... spirited ... not like the aggressive maniac who apparently emerges during sex. He even gave me his cell number and said to call him if I didn't have plans for the weekend ... maybe we could get together again, he suggested ... take the van to the beach.

I made no commitments and drove back to the office.

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