“I will have the same,” Mark Benton mumbled before Allen even asked him.
Benton was annoyed either because I was addressed by the bartender before he was or that I knew my scotch. Either way, it was not a good thing for me.
“You chose a nice drink Jude,” Mark said and turned his stool toward me.
“Thank you.” I said and turned into him so my leg brushed against his. “You look like you work out a lot Mark.”
“Yes I do, a lot,” Mark said. “Why does the bartender know you Jude? Because of your profession?”
There it was. Mark was scared of being found out as the cocksucker he was soon to be.
I’ve known Allen for many years; he is a good family man, one of the few, and works hard taking shit from brokers to support his family. He knows what I do and has fed me clients. When he does, Allen is compensated well.
“No,” I lied. “I’ve been coming here for years; I used to live around the corner, but since I’ve moved a bit uptown, I don’t get here as often as I like. They do a great steak. Are you eating?” I brushed my hand discreetly against Mark Benton’s knee.
“No, I had a late lunch. Would you like something to eat?”
“Later,” I whispered and winked.
I watched the quads in Mark’s legs tense against his suit pants. I tried to get a look at his cock but his hands were in his lap and pushing down on his bulge. It turned him on what I said. I had him.
“When do we sort out your fee Jude?” Mark asked.
“In the room Mark,” I said.
Mark chuckled and shook his head, “No, no, no.”
“What is it?” I said and turned my stool facing forward, leaned my body slightly toward him, rested my hand in his lap and pushed down on top of his hands into his bulge.
“It’s a suite. I’ve told you a million times,” Mark whispered.
“Fine, suite. We handle the fee when we go to your suite,” I whispered.
“Sounds good,” Mark said and raised his hips up and pressed his bulge into his hand and mine. “Don’t move your hand Jude.”
“I won’t.” I said and downed my drink in one swallow.
Mark did the same. I turned toward him as I felt his considerable package growing. His eyes were a bit glassy and I knew it was time. I pushed his hand out of the way, put mine directly on his cock and gripped it through his pants. It seemed like it was going to be a nice one. As such, I had to make sure I was at the top of my game. Men with nice cocks are used to getting what they want.
“Let’s go Mark.” I whispered and gripped tighter. “Let’s go now to your suite.”
Mark signed for the check and we made our way toward the elevator toward Mark Benton’s suite.
“Have you been in the Grand Ballroom?” Mark asked as we entered the elevator a respectable distance from each other.
“Yes, a couple of times for weddings.” I said and moved toward him as soon as the elevator doors closed.
“Not here!” Mark said and put his hands out in front of him as if he was a crossing guard.
“Don’t worry,” I said, “we won’t get caught.” I slapped his hands away and held them down against his sides.
I pressed my hard body against Mark Benton’s hard body and thrust my hips forward and rubbed my cock back and forth against his cock. Mark sucked his breath in and leaned his head back against the wall of the elevator.
“What do you want Mark?” I asked.
“What?” Mark groaned as he matched the grinding that I was doing against his cock.
“Just what I said: what do you want?” I whispered into his ear. “Does Mark want that big cock sucked or does he want Jude’s big, thick cock up his hot asshole?”
I pressed my body harder against Marks and started grinding up and down and back and forth as I dry humped my hard cock against his.
“I feel like I’m going to cum,” Mark moaned as the elevator ascended and he humped me back.
Instantly I backed off him. In my business, one cum equals one fee. If Benton shot his load in the elevator, he would have to pay me my entire fee again if he wanted to shoot his load in his room.
“Not yet,” I whispered, “I want to cum with you.”