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Authors: Geoffrey Knight

Tags: #Mystery, #Suspense, #Adventure, #Gay

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Jake had been slower to undress on the lightning trip to the bedroom. He managed to get the buttons on his shirt undone—at least, the ones that Richard hadn’t already ripped off. But while the handsome Englishman gave Jake plenty to look at as he rapidly revealed his tight, beautiful body, there was something else that caught Jake’s discreetly straying eye as they entered the master bedroom: a first-class Emirates ticket sitting on a side table by the bedroom door.
Later
, Jake had thought to himself at the time. First there were a few other things about Richard Conrad that needed exploration. Like his ass.
Richard pulled lubricant and a condom out of the top drawer of the bedside table. He left the condom on the sheets and smeared lube all over Jake’s fingers, then picked up the phone receiver and stammered into it, “Dom…Dom…Peri …gnon. Two glasses. Ch…ch…chilled,” while his ass was being ravaged by Jake’s roughly probing fingers. After the fingering came the tasting.
Jake was still almost completely dressed apart from his open shirt. He knelt on the bed over Richard’s naked facedown body, his lips nuzzled between Richard’s ass cheeks, his tongue rimming the young Englishman’s hot, wet anus, occasionally plunging inside, lapping up the sugary gel of the lubricant mixed with a salty serving of man sweat—a cocktail of pure pleasure.
It was too tantalizing for Richard to bear. He wanted Jake’s tongue to lap him up completely. He wanted him to lick his aching balls, he wanted that mouth to suck his cock, he wanted those perfect white teeth of Jake’s to bite his nipples. He wanted Jake’s dick to finish the job his tongue had started on his ass.
“More,” Richard grunted. Suddenly he twisted around, the fullness of his erection swinging through the air and slapping against his flat stomach as he settled on his back, hands grabbing impatiently at Jake’s clothes.
Jake yanked off his own shirt while Richard made fast work of his jeans, unclasping the buttons hastily, watching the bulge on the inside throbbing and pulsating, ready to tear its own way out of those jeans if somebody didn’t set it free soon. Jake couldn’t help but moan with relief as the buttons popped open, the vein-rippled trunk of his cock seeing the light of day first before the last button sprang open and Jake’s giant, oversized dick lunged out.
Richard’s eyes flared with delight.
His own cock began to beg, flicking against his stomach and leaping up toward Jake’s dick, desperately wanting to play.
Jake seized both cocks in one large fist and began to squeeze and rub the hard shafts together, the two stiff dicks enjoying each other’s heat, exploring each other’s hardness, feeling each other’s hunger.
Richard gasped, the exchange so tormenting he almost couldn’t breathe. A bead of cum slipped from the eye of his cock and he hit Jake’s hand away, releasing both cocks before it was too late.
Jake raised his eyebrows. “What’s the matter? Ready to give up the game so soon?”
As was his usual defense, Richard responded by seizing control, grabbing Jake by the shoulders and flipping him on his back then taking the upper position, his thick thighs pinning Jake to the bed. He grabbed the condom, tore open the wrapper, and unfurled the sheath down the long, meaty length of Jake’s cock.
He raised himself into a squatting position over Jake’s pole, then nuzzled the head of Jake’s cock into his crack and eagerly sank himself down onto the shaft, biting his lip at the pain. His ass was tight, like his tensed chest muscles, like his clenched stomach. His own beefy cock slapped enthusiastically against Jake’s stomach now, and a few dewdrops of precum sprinkled warm and shiny beads across Jake’s abs.
The moment Richard melted all the way down Jake’s shaft, filling himself up completely with the thick, pulsating meat, he swiftly slid himself back up again, establishing an ebb and flow, plunging himself down, then pulling up once more. His appetite for Jake’s dick was voracious, his tolerance for the pain higher than any man Jake had ever fucked.
Jake let Richard ride him as hard and fast as he wanted. He rolled his head back on the pillow, eyes shut, mouth open wide to let out a groan of pleasure. Along with a whispered word: “Eden.” It escaped him so effortlessly, so naturally, Jake wasn’t even aware of it.
Richard, on the other hand, noticed, but he didn’t let it break his stride. In fact, the mistaken whisper turned him on even more. He picked up the pace, sliding up and down Jake’s cock ever harder, heavier.
Eyes still closed, hands now taking hold of Richard’s hips, Jake began to reciprocate, thrusting his pelvis up off the bed as Richard’s ass slammed down upon him. The air from Richard’s lungs came accompanied with noise now—a shallow moan with each breath. His stiff, bobbing cock seemed to be floating free, out on its own, unattended. Occasionally it snapped upward and smacked him on the stomach. Or it bounced so hard with the rhythm of sex that it slapped against Jake’s clenched abdomen, making a clapping sound. Jake opened his eyes and reined the cock in by seizing the shaft in one hand. He began stroking it, his fingers and palm still wet with lube. As the pace of penetration grew more and more intense, Jake’s fist squeezed Richard’s cock harder, pounding it faster and faster.
Richard’s groans grew louder. They started to form words.
“Fu…fuck! Ahhh…I…I’m...com…”
Jake pushed deeper and faster into the young tycoon.
Richard slammed harder down on Jake’s pole.
Jake grunted, teeth clenched. With his other hand he suddenly squeezed Richard’s balls, painfully.
Richard cried out, words twisted up in his pain. “I’m com…I’m com…” But before he could spit them out, the head of his cock bloomed large and purple.
Jake’s eyes squeezed shut, his mouth fell open, and his body arched, ready to welcome the hot spray that was about to shower upon him. Within seconds, Richard fired a blast of cum that soared clear over Jake’s stomach and splashed spectacularly up his chest.
As soon as the sizzling jism hit his skin, Jake’s balls opened their own floodgates.
He felt the rush of cum shooting up his shaft and arched his back even higher, pushing himself as far into Richard as he possibly could. Richard, still groaning and rocking with ecstasy, pressed his ass cheeks down hard against Jake’s pelvis to the point of maximum penetration. He felt Jake’s head high inside him.
Then he felt the temperature skyrocket as the head of Jake’s condom bulged with an immense load of boiling hot cum. Jake’s body quivered once, twice, and again, and again, each time shooting another pulse of cum up his shaft.
In response, Richard’s cock shot a second load of cum onto Jake’s heaving chest.
Jake massaged Richard’s cock roughly, squeezing the last of the juice from him with a few more spasms and groans. Gradually he lowered his hips back down onto the bed as the last of his own cum drained from his exhausted body into the condom inside Richard’s clenched, spent ass.
For a few moments, both men remained rock hard, gasping for air. Leaning forward, still sitting on Jake’s cock, Richard delicately licked every last drop of his cum from Jake’s large, panting chest, then continued to lick his sweating stomach and sides, tasting every inch of his enviable torso. With several small white jewels still beading on his lips, Richard sat up and smiled. “Now that you’ve whetted my appetite, shall we eat?”
At that moment the doorbell to the suite rang.
Richard’s eyes lit up. “Ah, but first, a little drink.” He pulled himself off Jake and the bed and, stark naked, made his way downstairs, his limbs now loose and his body moving in an exhausted, satisfied amble.
The second he heard the young tycoon’s footsteps descending the stairs, Jake pulled off the condom, leapt from the bed, and opened up the Emirates ticket. Richard was booked on a flight to Beijing, leaving first thing in the morning. Something told Jake he had to be on the same flight.
Teasingly Richard answered the door naked and took from the blushing room attendant a champagne bucket and tray carrying two crystal flutes. By the time he returned to the master bedroom, Jake was once again lying flat on his back on the Egyptian cotton sheets, hands clasped behind his head, cock still swollen and resting on his licked belly.
Richard popped the champagne and filled their glasses with bubbles.
Bubbles filled the water outside the “submarine” as they submerged, gliding through a seascape so exquisite it was almost dreamlike. Jake wasn’t sure whether he was being taken on an amusement park ride or entering the villain’s lair in a Bond film. As they disembarked, the maitre d’ of the Burj Al Arab’s underwater-themed restaurant, Al Mahara, personally escorted Richard and his guest to their table beside a myriad of curious sea creatures all gliding, darting, and fluttering through the tropical waters that surrounded the restaurant.
No sooner had the maitre d’ seated them than the headwaiter appeared with a smile and a mountain of menus. Richard waved them away.
“A bottle of your best New Zealand Sauvignon Blanc will do fine,” he said.
“Very well, Mr. Conrad. And might I recommend the petit fish pot au feu for entrée tonight, followed by the Black Sea turbot with truffle oil.”
“Thank you, Eduardo. That sounds delicious.” He shot a mischievous glance in Jake’s direction. “Almost as good as the dish I just had served to me in my suite.”
Eduardo feigned a puzzled look, but knew all too well Mr. Conrad’s reputation. The headwaiter promptly took his leave, letting Rich relish his little quip.
Before he was out of earshot, Rich added, “Oh, and Eduardo, is the harpist trying to sound aquatic or angelic? I feel like I’m about to enter the pearly gates.”
“She’s trying to sound a little of both, sir,” was the diplomatic reply.
“Well, tell her this is a restaurant not a funeral parlor.”
“Very well, sir,” Eduardo bowed away.
“You come here often?” Jake asked as a large yellow-striped discus fish sailed by his head only inches away.
“I practically live here.” Contrary to what Jake had gleaned from Richard Conrad so far, the remark was said without any egotism. It was a simple fact. “Dubai and I have a lot in common. We both move fast, make things happen, seize an opportunity when we see one. Believe it or not, half a century ago Dubai was little more than a sleepy fishing village. Now it’s a billionaire’s playground. And if you hadn’t already noticed,”—Rich leaned forward—“I like to play.”
“Do you ever find time to work?”
Rich smiled. “I work smart, not hard, but please don’t think I was born with a silver spoon in my mouth. It was more like a scrap-metal spoon. My father, that’s how he built his meager fortune, out of scrap metal. He made enough money to get by, to raise a family, but not nearly as much as he could have made. You see, he lacked vision. He lacked daring. He never saw the fun in it.”
“Sir?” Eduardo had returned, accompanied by a sommelier brandishing a bottle of wine. He poured a small amount into a tasting glass. Richard smiled as he swirled the wine in the glass, then briefly smelled the bouquet, tasted a sample, and nodded his approval. The sommelier poured their glasses and the waitstaff bowed and left.
Richard continued his story. “When my father died, I turned his money into millions, then into multimillions. I went from crushing scrap to creating skyscrapers. Did you know seventy-five percent of the world’s cranes are currently leased to jobs in Dubai, Shanghai, and Beijing? At this very moment, only three cities on the entire planet account for three-quarters of the world’s construction. Conrad Constructions is a major operator in this industry. I don’t race dune buggies for a living, Mr. Stone. I race them to live life to the full. But let’s cut to the chase, shall we? You’re not here to talk about my hobbies; you’re here to talk about my relationship with Sen. Are you part of the police investigation, or are you some private investigator Chad hired? I’m not sure how much I should tell you without my lawyer being present.”
“In case you say something that might incriminate you?”
“No, in case you twist things around.”
“I’m not part of the police investigation. A dear friend of mine was kidnapped along with Sen. To be honest, I don’t know Sen at all. All I really care about is getting the Professor back.”
“Well, if you must know, I haven’t seen Sen for months. He’s been extremely busy assessing the potential of new mines in the U.S.”

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