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  Dimitri obeyed, sitting close enough to Marc that the two men’s thighs touched.

  Marc slid his arm around Dimitri’s shoulders and gave him a little caress, followed by a considerably more aggressive mouth-on-mouth kiss. Dmitri reacted to the kiss a bit shyly at first, but then he returned the pressure of Marc’s lips, and he didn’t seem displeased when Marc slipped him his tongue. Enjoying the kiss, it was some time before Marc came back up for air.

  “Of course,” Marc murmured against the Russian boy’s lips, “you don’t plan on being a whore all your life.”

  “Oh, no. I have another job. I work for an import business. They needed someone who speaks both Russian and French.”

  “Ambition is good. Do you enjoy your work? As an escort, I mean?”

  “Sometimes I enjoy it more than on other occasions,” Dimitri confessed, ingenuously. “Tonight, though—with you—I think I’m going to enjoy it a lot.”

  “Um, aren’t you sweet,” Marc purred. “Come here, my boy—kiss me again—”

  They made out on the couch. Dimitri let Marc have his way with him, kissing him repeatedly while fondling him through his clothes. During this interaction, Dimitri drank his wine, catching up with Marc.

  Marc was getting increasingly excited—by the kissing, and by the way Dimitri’s firmly-muscled body felt through his clothes.

  “Why don’t we get started?” Marc suggested.

  “Sure. How would you like us to—?”

  “Let’s take this into the bedroom.”

  “Sure,” Dimitri said again.

  He followed Marc to the bedroom.

  “Let me get these fucking things off,” Marc said.

  He shed his T-shirt, then slid his sweatpants down his legs and stepped out of them. Dimitri’s eyes widened at the sight of Marc’s nude body. He stared openly and admiringly at Marc’s wide shoulders, deep chest, narrow waist and slim hips, hard-cheeked ass, and sturdy, muscular legs. He also took a good, long look at Marc’s cock and balls. The married man’s penis was already arcing up and out from his groin, in a state of advanced erection.

  “What a nice body you have,” Dimitri whispered.

  “Thanks. And thanks for not saying, for your age.”

  “But you’re a very young man! And I meant it. Your body is so hot.”

  “Thanks again. I can’t wait to see yours, though.”

  Marc stepped close to Dimitri and put a hand on his shoulder. When the two men’s lips touched, this time Dimitri reacted with a fierce eagerness to the highly stimulating deep, open-mouthed kiss. Marc slipped his tongue forward and pushed it inside Dimitri’s mouth. Moaning with unfeigned pleasure, Dimitri allowed his own tongue to reciprocate.

  While they kissed and their tongues dueled, Marc reached up and ran his fingers through the blond’s hair. Dimitri’s whole powerful body quivered against Marc’s. Reluctantly, Marc broke the kiss. He smiled at Dimitri.

  “Stand still,” Marc urged. “Let me undress you.”

  “All right.”

  Dimitri remained motionless for the most part, although he did raise his arms, instinctively, while Marc pulled his shirt up over his shoulders and head, then tossed it aside. Marc’s strong-muscled arms encircled Dimitri’s bare torso tightly, crushing him against Marc’s chest, and almost lifting him off his feet. As their lips met again, Dimitri felt his john’s prick, hard and throbbing, jabbing against his crotch.

  Marc went to work on Dimitri’s belt buckle and the zipper of his pants. Slowly, the slacks slid down Dimitri’s legs to his ankles, exposing the white jockey shorts he wore under them, and the bulge of his own growing took inside the briefs.

  Within seconds, both men were lying naked on the bed, with Dimitri’s clothes strewn over the floor nearby. Dimitri found himself almost crushed beneath Marc’s solidly muscled body. The Russian lay on his back, his legs apart, his dick compressed rigidly against his stomach, twitching with excitement. Marc crouched over him, feasting his eyes on the handsome young stud lying under him, enjoying the lustful expression on Dimitri’s face and the gleam in his blue eyes.

  Dimitri’s cock met Marc’s expectations. It was long and thick, uncircumcised, and it stiffened the instant Marc grasped it in his hand and began to stroke it, urgently. Dimitri gasped in response to his touch.

  “Oh, that feels good,” Dimitri said.

  “Does it? I’m glad.”

  Marc played with the hustler’s prick for a few minutes, until Dimitri was moaning with arousal. Then, lifting Dimitri’s legs high into the air, Marc pushed them backwards and wide apart. In this position, he could look down and see the hot entrance to the blond boy’s asshole, the pink sphincter muscle surrounded by a fine down of blond hairs. Moving forward, Marc positioned the thick, inflexible shaft of his cock against Dimitri’s anal opening, and he rubbed it slowly back and forth.

  “I can’t wait to get in there,” Marc announced.

  “Please … use a lot of lubrication,” Dimitri pleaded, in a voice hoarsened by lust and apprehension. “I don’t think I can take a cock as big as yours unless it’s greased up.”

  “There’s no need to flatter me.”

  “I’m not. You are big!”

  Marc removed his fingers from Dimitri’s cock, and then he dropped his head down between the Russian’s thighs. He let his tongue tickle the blond’s furry balls for a few strokes, and then he let it go to work up and down Dimitri’s solidly muscled left thigh. Up and down Marc licked with his wet, slippery tongue, tasting the slightly salty flesh, savoring every stroke which he sent Dimitri’s way.

  “Ah, that feels good,” Dimitri moaned. “I like the way you’re licking me. It’s getting me so fucking hot. I’ll do anything you want. Anything at all!”

  Marc kept up his swift, determined tongue strokes against the other man’s thigh for a few more moments. Then he lapped at Dimitri’s other leg, wetting it from knee to groin. By then, Marc was more than ready to suck the blond stud’s asshole.

  He pushed his tongue gently along Dimitri’s ass crack, found the puckered hole, and penetrated it slowly with his extended tongue. He began slowly, but soon he was inserting his tongue into that tempting ass with every bit of energy and conviction he could muster. In and out of the blond’s flexing sphincter he wielded his tongue probe, maneuvering it relentlessly about as it licked and teased the inside of Dimitri’s anus.

  “Don’t stop. Keep sucking my ass,” Dimitri groaned, breathing hard, sweating, keeping his buttocks spread wide open for the other man’s mouth with both hands. “Oh fuck! Do it, rim me! Your tongue feels so good in there. You really know how to get my asshole hot!”

  Marc’s tongue kept on working, gliding solidly against the asshole. A few quick, stabbing strokes later, he reached up with his right hand and began simultaneously to play with Dimitri’s cock. His fingers surrounded the steely column of flesh and stroked it from the base to the tip while he rimmed the blond’s asshole with undiminished relish, fucking it with his tongue. Marc pulled his mouth away from Dimitri’s ass, but only so that could lick Dimitri’s swollen testicles, as he continued to jerk him off.

  “You really know how to use your mouth and tongue,” Dimitri told Marc, breathlessly. “Oh, I’m getting so excited … too excited. You’re going to make me come if you keep this up.”

  It thrilled Marc to hear Dimitri talk that way, to know that his oral efforts were having such an arousing effect upon the hot young number. It didn’t surprise him, though, because he was used to having his sex partners go wild in bed and praise him while he serviced them. Selfish in so many other ways, Marc could be surprisingly unselfish in bed. He knew that when he concentrating on stimulating his partner, it paid off in terms of his own satisfaction in the long run. And so perhaps he was not motivated altogether by altruism.

  Now, he pushed his tongue back and forth, thoroughly wetting the hustler’s hot balls with his drooling saliva, pushing Dimitri ever closer to the brink of orgasm. Marc’s fist pumped away steadily o
n Dimitri’s prickshaft while his tongue lashed away upon his tender nuts. Marc rubbed his tongue all over Dimitri’s balls.

  “Oh, I can’t believe this,” Dimitri panted, feverishly. “This is so hot … you’re so hot. Come on, monsieur. Keep your tongue going on my nuts. Suck my ass again, if you want to. Get it wet for your dick to fuck. Yes, do it! Oh, rim me! Get that fucking tongue of yours in there, get it deep in my ass! Suck my ass. Oh, you’re getting me so hot. I’m just about there. Your tongue is going to do it for me, it really is. I think I’m about to come!”

  A few deep, lunging strokes later, Dimitri’s asshole convulsed around Marc’s probing tongue. As Dimitri’s hips thrashed back and forth, Marc squeezed the head of the Russian boy’s dick with one hand and clutched one of his ass cheeks with the other. Marc held on firmly, jerking Dimitri’s cock and kneading his buttock, his tongue still planted deep in Dimitri’s anus. Then the jism spurted violently from the blond’s prick and sprayed everywhere.

  Marc removed his tongue from Dimitri’s ass. He knew he had loosened up the young stud-for-hire and made him ready for more. The rimming was no more than a prelude, something to get Dimitri willing to be fucked. He reached out with his right index finger, letting it press hard and fast into Dimitri’s ass. At first he concentrated on the outer edges of the tight asshole, but soon he began pushing more deeply and insistently, finally driving his finger into the hole all the way. He maintained a stabbing rhythm, drilling his finger into Dimitri’s horny asshole to the knuckle.

  “Yes … that’s right … finger my ass,” Dimitri gasped. “Oh, hell! Fuck me with your finger! Come on, give me a good finger fuck. Work it around inside my asshole. That always gets me hot. You’re going to fuck me, aren’t you? Not just with your finger, but with your prick?”

  “You bet, boy,” Marc assured him.

  He finger-fucked Dimitri’s pliant asshole for a few more strokes, and then he released his finger from the puckered aperture. He was more than ready by now to work his dick into the other guy’s tight, heated anus. He wanted to grind it in hard and fast, to drill Dimitri’s asshole with his cock until the fuck juice spurted from his embedded penis like so much molten lava.

  “Now for the main event,” Marc declared. “And I have every intention of getting my money’s worth.”

  He reached down and jerked on his dick several times, making sure it was fully erect and ready to penetrate an asshole. Next, he grabbed Dimitri’s thighs, lifting his legs once more, and resting them over his shoulders. As the blond man’s body shuddered, Marc smeared some of Dimitri’s own dribbled semen over the rim of his asshole, by way of a preliminary lubricant.

  “Condom, please,” Dimitri pleaded. “I won’t fuck without it.”

  “Good for you. Don’t worry. I’ve got everything we need right here.” Marc retrieved the box of rubbers and the bottle of lubricant from the nightstand. He quickly, deftly, gloved up his cock, and then he gave it a thorough swipe of the lube.

  Now he was all set to ram his hot, horny prick into the Russian youth’s tight anus and screw him silly.

  “Oh, my God,” Dimitri exclaimed, when he felt Marc’s wide, rounded cock knob push its way into his tight butt. He tried to squirm away from the phallic battering ram which was being forced into his anus. But his legs were being held firmly up in the air and wide apart by Marc’s hands, gripping his ankles. With a grunt, the married man slid half the length of his fuck tool into the male prostitute’s protesting asshole. Then he paused, while Dimitri got used to the fullness of the cock inside him.

  “How does that feel? Okay?” Marc asked.

  “Yes. Oh, you’re hung so big! You ought to work for the agency. You’d be popular.”

  Marc had to laugh at this unexpected compliment. “Thanks.”

  “Put it the rest of the way in me, now. Please.”

  “Here goes,” Marc warned.

  Dimitri shivered as another inch of the hard prickshaft was shoved by brute force into his widely stretched asshole. But it wasn’t as painful as he had feared it would be. Marc’s cock was in fact filling him up in a way which was more pleasurable and stimulating than uncomfortable. Bracing himself on the bed, relaxing his parted buttocks and his violated sphincter muscle, Dimitri waited.

  He didn’t have to wait for very long. With a moan of pleasure, Marc leaned his weight forward, allowing the entire length of his lustful ramrod to sink between Dimitri’s muscular ass cheeks, penetrate his anal pucker, and slide up inside his anal canal. Dimitri’s pelvis was in exactly the right position, tilted back, to expose his asshole and make it accessible for a good long, hard reaming out by another man’s cock. And Marc took full advantage of the opportunity.

  Thrilling to the sensation of the stiff dick penetrating deep into his asshole, Dimitri wrapped his legs around Marc’s waist. The broad, muscular chest of the other man pressed hard against Dimitri’s own pecs and nipples. Marc’s arms went around Dimitri’s back in a tight embrace, and his red, sensual lips opened wide to receive the boy’s exploring tongue. Now that he no longer needed to hold up Dimitri’s legs, Marc pushed his hands between the mattress and the small of Dimitri’s back, holding Dimitri firmly in place under him while they fucked, so that there was no chance of Dimitri being pushed across the bed and away from him by the forward thrusts Marc made with his penis.

  With their bodies clamped tightly together, they humped. Marc sped up the pace of his fucking, gyrating his pelvis, rubbing his belly against Dimitri’s once again rigid cockshaft each time he lunged forward to fuck him hard and deep. The power of Marc’s muscular body excited Dimitri unbearably, making him pump his hips and butt upward to meet the cylinder of hard cock flesh which kept pistoning into him, thrust after thrust.

  As the prick screwing his ass started to swell even thicker, and Marc’s stomach and balls slapped faster and harder against his upturned ass cheeks, Dimitri’s semen again began to rise in his prick, which was sandwiched between their bodies. His fingertips dug into Marc’s back, and his small, white teeth fastened onto his fucker’s lower lip, biting it, teasingly, not hard enough to break the skin. With a long, moaning wail, Dimitri started to come, shooting his jism for a second time in a long spasm of convulsive release.

  Feeling Dimitri’s teeth nip into his lip and his fingers digging into his back, feeling Dimitri’s hot cum wet his chest, Marc started a shuddering series of rapid jabs into the blond boy’s ass. Just as Dimitri’s cock shot its spurting load of fluid between their twisting bodies, Marc stuffed his prickshaft as far as he could force it up into Dimitri’s anus, and then he let go with a volley of his own wet, thick bursts of semen. The flow was contained inside the condom Marc wore on his dick, but that didn’t diminish his sense of relief.

  Sweating, straining, coming, the two mem remained locked in each other’s arms, the perspiration running in rivulets down Marc’s broad back. Then, with another grunt, he released his last jet of sperm, and he slowly began to sink down onto the jism-smeared, well-fucked body of the hustler who lay beneath him. Dimitri also began to relax, as his own spurts of cum died away to a trickle. He took his lips away from Marc’s mouth, letting his head fall to one side on the bed. Not just his burning asshole, but his entire body, smarted from the fierce fucking he had just received—but he had enjoyed it immensely.

  “You’re a hot piece of ass,” Marc said, between deep, searing gasps for breath. He held onto Dimitri’s ass cheeks and continued to pump his cock between them. “You’re worth paying for. You should do very well at the agency.”

  A few sluggish cock strokes later, Marc realized that he was spent, and he slowly pulled his still-erect prong out of Dimitri’s manhole. He got off the bed and went into the bathroom.

  There, Marc stripped the cum-filled rubber from his prick and flushed it down the toilet.

  A moment later, Dimitri joined him, standing in the doorway.

  “Would you mind if I took a shower?” Dimitri asked.

  “Not at all. Go right ahead
. Everything you need should be right here.”

  “I won’t be long.”

  “Take your time.”

  Marc left Dimitri to it. He pulled his sweatpants back on, and then he went into the living room, where he poured himself another glass of wine.

  He was sipping it when Dimitri came into the room, fully dressed.

  “Do you want some more wine?” Marc asked.

  Dimitri shook his head. “No, thank you. I’d better not. I’m driving.”

  Marc smiled. “I suppose you have another appointment you’ve got to rush off to.”

  “Oh, no. I told the agency—I can only see one client a night. Otherwise—I’d be too tired, the next day. I’m tired right now,” Dimitri admitted. “You wore me out.”

  Marc laughed. “Sorry about that.”

  “I don’t mean it in a bad way. You’re a wonderful lover.”

  “And you’re no slouch, yourself. Here.” Marc handed Dimitri the envelope. “This is a little extra for you.”

  “Oh, thank you very much.” Dimitri took the envelope, but he had enough class not to open it or inspect the contents in front of Marc.

  “You’re entirely welcome. I’ll ask for you again.”

  “Please do.”

  Marc escorted Dimitri to the door. They embraced and kissed. Then Dmitri left, and a moment later Marc heard him drive off.

  Reseating himself on the couch, Marc enjoyed his wine. He was getting a pleasurable buzz on—a combination of post-sex fatigue and the alcohol he was consuming. It wasn’t late, for a Friday evening, but he decided he’d make an early night of it and go to bed soon.

  He couldn’t prevent a smirk of self-satisfaction from curling his lips, underneath his immaculately trimmed mustache. Life was good!

  Chapter Two: Caffeine and Cocaine

  Marc had a great deal of disposable income. As a result, he tolerated his wife’s extravagances. Ghislaine loved clothes, jewelry, traveling, and entertaining. These pursuits kept her busy—which made it even less likely that she would suspect her husband of enjoying himself, too, but in secret.