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 A business trip leads a man to one of his lifelong fantasies.  Mb Oral



   I sat on the edge of the bed, nervously rubbing my fingers against the
piece of paper Paul had given me.  He'd told me to call the number once I'd
gotten settled into my hotel room and to be ready for the time of my life.

   I reached over and picked up the phone.  My hand was shaking so bad I
had to hang up and dial the number three times before I managed to get it
right.

   The phone rang three times before a woman picked it up and said,
"Hello?"

   "Umm....  Hi....  I might have the wrong number.  I was given this
number by Paul Armitage," I said.

   "You do have the right number, Mr.  Sloan, Mr.  Armitage called and told
us to expect your call," she said.

   "Oh....  Okay....  So what do I do now?" I asked.

   She laughed and said, "The first thing you need to do Mr.  Sloan is to
breathe.  Our service is very discreet and we will meet whatever needs you
have."

   "Okay," I said.

   "Now, are you looking for a companion for just the evening or for an
entire night?" She asked.

   "Is just a couple of hours okay?"

   "Certainly," she said.  "Would you like a female or a male companion?"

   I couldn't speak.  I knew what I wanted to say.  I knew saying what I
really, truly wanted could get me into a hell of a lot of trouble.  Paul
had told me this service had everything but I was sure they couldn't
possibly have what I truly wanted.

   "Mr.  Sloan, it's alright to ask for what you want," she said, as if
hearing the turmoil in my mind.  "We don't judge you, sir.  We each have
our most private desires.  Our job is to help you experience those
desires."

   "Male," I managed to force myself to say.

   "Very good, sir, and how old?"

   "Thirteen," I answered, my voice just above a whisper.

   Once I'd finally gotten past those two answers it was actually easier
for me to go over the rest of my needs.  It took nearly twenty minutes to
go over everything and pay but, once I was done, I was told the boy I'd
requested would arrive at my door in about two hours.

   I ended the call and opened my laptop to try and work.  After a few
minutes of that I gave up.  My mind was very much not on work tonight.  I
tried to watch TV, I paced, I stared out the window but nothing seemed to
make the clock move faster.

   Finally, after an eternity, there was a knock at the door.

   I rushed to the door, nearly tripping over my own two feet in the
process.  I stopped at the door took the handle in my hand and froze.  This
was it, the moment of truth.

   I twisted the handle and pulled open the door.  This sight that waited
me on the other side of the door stopped my heart in its tracks.

   He was perfect.  He had short black hair and the softest brown eyes. 
His face had a very feminine cast to it and his small frame looked
perfectly normal in the small black dress he was wearing.

   He looked up at me and then back down at the floor.

   "Hello, sir," he whispered.

   Even his voice was perfect with its high lilt.

   "Hello.  Would you like to come inside?" I asked.

   He nodded and stepped past me into the room.  As he passed, I caught a
whiff of the strawberry shampoo he had washed his hair with and the smell
sent tingle down my spine.

   He went to the bed and say down.  I walked over and asked, "Would you
like something to drink?"

   "Water please," he said.

   I got him and myself a water and then sat on the bed next to him.  He
opened his water and took a sip.  We both sat quietly for a minute before
he turned and looked up at me through his long eyelashes and asked, "What
would you like me to do?"

   I took a deep breath and held it.  There were so many things I wanted
him to do.

   "Stand up and let me look at you," I said.

   He slipped off of the bed and stood before me.  He made a slow turn in
front of me, letting me get a good, long look at him.

   When he finished the turn, I whispered, "You are gorgeous."

   He smiled and blushed a deep red.

   "Thank you," he said.

   "Would it be okay if you took the dress off?" I asked.

   He nodded and reached up to slip the straps off of his shoulders.

   "Slowly," I said.

   He reached over and slipped the right strap off first, then, reaching
across himself, he slipped the left strap down.  I watched as the dress
slowly slid down his body.  First it exposed this chest, letting me see the
small training bra he was wearing.  Then it slid down letting me gaze at
his flat, perfect stomach.

   It slipped lower, exposing the black, lacy thong he was wearing.  I
could barely take my eyes off of the bulge in his panties long enough to
take in his creamy legs.

   He stepped out of the dress and looked up, watching me as I watched him.

   "I didn't think you could get any more beautiful but you did," I
breathed.

   He smiled and it felt like the entire room lit up under his smile.

   "Take off your bra," I said.

   He slipped the straps off and pulled the training bra over his head.  I
gazed at his small little nipples on his flat, hairless chest.

   "Come here," I said, spreading my legs and waving him closer.

   He stepped between my legs and I reached out and touched the skin of his
stomach.  He was so warm and inviting, I needed more.  I slipped my hands
onto his chest, rubbing him, needing him.

   I slid my hands onto his back and pulled him closer.  I bent my head
down and kissed his shoulder.  I planted little kisses along my way to his
nipple.  I flicked my tongue against his small nipple and heard him gasp. I
rubbed my tongue around his nipple, feeling it harden under my touch.

   He ran his fingers through my hair and pulled my head against his chest.
I sucked on his nipple a little longer, enjoying his sounds of pleasure.

   Reluctantly I gave his nipple one last kiss and leaned back.  His pupils
were wide and his mouth hung open as he gasped for air.  I ran my fingers
along the side of his face, reveling in the feel of his smooth skin.

   He leaned forward as I did and our lips touched.  I felt the softness of
his lips on mine and then I felt his tongue licking along my lips.  I
opened my mouth and felt his tongue slide against mine.  I moaned deeply,
enjoying the feel of his kiss beyond words.

   We kissed for a long time before he broke the kiss and stepped back.  I
stared at him, not sure why he'd stopped.

   He knelt down in front of me and placed his hands on my thighs.  He
pushed my legs just a little more apart as he leaned his face close to the
hard lump in my pants.

   "Do you want me to?" He asked, eyeing the lump in my pants.

   "Yes!" I said.

   He reached up and unbuckled my belt.  He unbuttoned my pants and slowly
unzipped them.  I lifted myself off the bed so he could pull my pants down,
leaving my sitting before him with just the soft cotton of my boxers
between us.

   He hooked his fingers in my boxers and slid them down, leaving my hard
cock exposed.

   He looked at my cock and then up at my face.  He reached out and slowly
took my cock into his hand.  I groaned as he gave my cock a gentle squeeze.
His eyes still on me, he bent his head forward and flicked his tongue
against he head of my cock.  I groaned louder and balled my fists in the
bedspread.  His touch was almost too intense.

   He licked his way down the shaft of my cock, rubbing it against his face
as he made his way back up.  He slid the head of my cock into his mouth,
brushing it with his soft lips.  He slid my cock in and out of his mouth
while his hand stroked up and down my shaft.

   I looked down and watched him suck my cock.  I saw his other hand was
pressed down between his legs, rubbing at his hardness beneath his panties.

   I put my hands on his shoulders and said, "Wait.  Stop for a second."

   He slid my cock out of his mouth and watched me expectantly.

   "Stand up and take off your panties," I said.

   He rose, hooked his thumbs under his panties and slid them off, exposing
his hard little cock.  I stared for a long time at him, memorizing every
perfect feature.

   I slid back on the bed and said, "Lay down with me."

   He crawled into bed and laid down so we were facing each other.  I
reached out and touched his soft body.  I moved my hand down his chest and
across his stomach.  He lay there watching me as I touched him.

   When my hand brushed his cock he let out a little moan.  I wrapped my
hand around his cock and stroked him.  He bit his lip and let out a long
moan from my stroking.

   After a while I let go of him and told him what I wanted him to do.  He
smiled and crawled between my legs.  He got on his knees and, as I lay back
and watched, he began to stroke his cock.

   He closed his eyes and I listened to his breathing, becoming more
excited with every second.  I heard him gasp and licked my lips in
anticipation.

   He moaned loud and leaned forward, pressing our cocks against each
other. I felt his body shudder as he came.  I watched his cum shoot out
onto my cock as he rubbed against me.

   When the last of his cum had dripped out, he lay there a moment to catch
his breath before moving on to the next part of my wish.

   He lay between my legs and pressed his lips against the base of my cock.
He slowly licked his way up the shaft, licking his cum off of my cock as he
went.  He took the head of my cock into his mouth and sucked me.  He
wrapped his small fingers around my cock and stroked me up and down.

   It didn't take long before my orgasm hit me.  I felt my cock jolt as the
first load of my cum shot into his mouth.  He gripped my cock tight and
sucked my hard, swallowing every drop of my cum.

   I collapsed back onto the bed, letting out a long, contented sigh as he
licked the last of my cum from the tip of my cock.

   "Come here," I said.

   He crawled against me and we lay on our sides, facing one another.  I
rubbed my hand down his back and cupped his perfect ass.  I squeezed the
cheek feeling how soft it was.  I slid my finger between his cheeks and
rubbed the tip against his anus.

   He groaned and ground himself against me, rubbing his cock against mine.


   A loud beeping noise sounded and I looked around to find what it was.

   "It's my cell," he said.  "It means I only have five minutes until puck
up."

   I was disappointed and wanted to tell him to stay but I knew I couldn't.
I could barely afford the little time I'd had with him without my wife
noticing the missing money.

   Reluctantly I let him get off of the bed and get dressed.  I lay there
watching him, etching his every movement into my head.

   Once he was dressed, he came back over to the bed and gave me a quick
kiss on the lips.

   "The next time you call ask for me, my name's Lexy," he said.

   I perked up.  "Really?  I can ask for you again?"

   He smiled shyly and said, "Yes.  I really liked you."

   "Why?" I asked.

   "You're very gentle and you have a nice face," he said.

   I lay there, stunned by his words.  There was a knock at the door and
Lexy gave me one more soft kiss before running to the door.

   I laid there for a very long time, wondering how I could find a way to
pull out more money.  I had to have him again.