You Are My Man
Andre turns the car to the gate.
Two heavily armed men approach him with an umbrella in their hands. It’s been raining for several hours, the wind is blowing hard and the sky is starting to cloud over. Andre lowers the car window when the men are at the car. "Good afternoon. What is your destination and do you have an invitation?” asks one with a kindness that doesn't reach his eyes.
“My name is Andre Lacoste and I am visiting Mr. Kenjal Griffith. I'm invited," he says. The other man walks past the car and when he returns, he nods to his colleague. “You know where to be? It's the last house along the canal," he explains. Andre nods and pulls the car up. Slowly he drives up the avenue, looking out at the ultimate luxury in front of him. Never before has he seen such perfect architecture on a few acres.
Not that he is poor. His Yacht Club is very lucrative and his shares in manufacturing companies and the hospitality industry have labeled him a millionaire. Aziel also taught him how to earn a lot of money from the stock exchange in a smart way. And he did, within a few weeks he made the profit that the Yacht Club brings him in a year. The only thing that bothered him for a few minutes was the number of people who lost their money that allowed him to make that big profit. But when he told Aziel of his concern, the man almost choked with the uncontrollable laughter, so infectious that after a few seconds he had no choice but to join him.
And then things got better and better, he earned so much that he was looking for a rental building in New York to open a branch for the Yacht Club. Only the rent of land in this city is insanely high, he wonders how entrepreneurship is even possible with these exorbitant payments. No wonder that New York is called one of the most expensive cities in America, or at least the world.
And it looks like Kenjal Griffith is also doing well financially.
Andre sighs with satisfaction, he doesn't want to bump into a profiteer anymore. Dale taught him a sour lesson, he's not taking any chances again. He scans the houses, one is even more impressive and expensive than the other. And judging by the expensive cars in the garage, only the top of the Forbes Most Richest list lives here.
Finally, he reaches Kenjal's house. He holds his breath at this masterly construction. The owner has spared nothing to make his accommodation a masterpiece. This creation is unusual and stylish, never before have Andre's eyes seen such magnificence. “What was I thinking?!” he reprimanded himself. A Rolls Royce Sports, the last model, is clearly parked in the driveway in such a manner to allow another car to stand next to it. Andre smiles, it seems as if Kenjal is considering his need for space to park. Good prospect, in any case not an egoist.
When he has parked his car, he jumps out and takes a package from the back seat. Along the way he bought some white wine, from the expensive brand to which he himself is addicted. He doesn't know what to expect from Kenjal, so he also brought in a thick bar of mixed nut chocolate. On his way to the front door, he observes the surroundings again. The house borders a wide lake, complemented by a few cabanas along with it, clearly intended for parties or cozy get-togethers.
Just as he is about to place his finger on the doorbell, the door is thrown open. Surprised by this unexpected action, the men stare into each other's eyes until Kenjal moves forward and kisses Andre gently on the mouth. The sparks fly back and forth, as he pulls Andre into the house, taking him in a bear hug. Andre just manages to put the package in his hand on a nearby side table.
Clothes are falling from bodies, while lips are sucking all over naked bodies. “Ooohh man, I've been dreaming about this for a long time,” Kenjal sighs as Andre's lips close around his nipple. His hands go down, unfastening the belt of the man who divinely works his body. When he also manages to get the zipper down, a hand goes into the boxers and grabs his member tight. Andre catches his breath and as Kenjal strokes him, he rubs his body against his bare chest.
In lust, Kenjal bites his firm shoulder hard, eliciting a soft cry of pleasure from Andre. The jeans quickly come off and then the men face each other naked. After a rambunctious kiss that they both can't get enough of, Andre sucks his lips tenderly down Kenjal's neck, across his chest and strong abs. “Andre! Man, you're killing me!", the man whispers lustfully. When he feels the same lips around his boner, he almost loses control of his senses. He grips in Andre's hair out of pure ecstasy, soft growling and panting.
They now both fall on the soft sofa, Andre's mouth does not leave its place, much to the delight of Kenjal. Driven he sucks and licks Kenjal to the edge of madness. After a while, the latter takes his member from Andre's mouth and pulls him up to repeat the fiery kiss. Flesh on flesh is rubbing against each other, the hot desire is almost untenable.
Now it's Kenjal who works his way down to spoil Andre. This one seeks support from the armrest, while he violently moves his hips against Kenjal mouth. His boner slams the man's pharynx, he gags but continues with his breathtaking indulgence. “Man, I can't take it anymore, I'm coming…. Oooh goodness, you're so good .. let me .." Andre stammers, trying to get Kenjal off his boner to spill on the floor. But this one has a different plan and his mouth sucks even harder to the point where Andre has no choice but to lose control completely.
He grabs Kenjal by the hair, pushes his head back slightly, then releases his thick cum into his mouth. “Ooohhh goodness, lick it, go on… ahhhh”, he whispers hoarsely, as his head falls back. His body jerks a few more times. With a soft chuckle, Kenjal softly licks the man’s stick and balls clean. “That was a lot. How long have you not had some good sex?” he asks, still squeezing the cum down his throat. Without waiting for an answer, he turns the still-exhausted Andre to his knees.
Kenjal now rubs his precum against Andre’s hole. Slowly he gains entrance, moaning and groaning until he is balls deep in his ass. “You're so tight, ooohhh man, I'm going crazy here”, he shivers for a few seconds. Then he starts to move slowly through the tight ring that sends all kinds of electric shocks through his body. “I want to occupy this sweet hole every day, it feels so good. Andre, be mine, nobody else's,” he moans as he picks up his pace. Andre meets his man halfway in his movements. The room is full with the sound of hard blows against a moist ass, gasps and hard breathing. They take turns at each other, feasting on each other's bodies with their lips and hands, until the inevitable end approaches.
Andre backs on his shoulders to allow Kenjal to go as deep as possible. And then he feels the man's hot cum streaming down his ass, while he too sees his own seed shooting with long strokes on the sofa.
When they both have their breath under control, they fall on the soft cushions, clinging to each other’s body. It is not only a physical connection but also a spiritual one. “I can't let you go anymore, this feeling is fantastic. Andre, there's no turning back, you're my man," Kenjal babbles as he buries his face in the man's hair...
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