laughed. He couldn’t help it, despite finding Cathcart’s prurient interests somewhat disconcerting. But down at the other end of the table, Brice wondered what the man with the sky blue lapel pin was reading in Remy’s menu. Last time he didn’t have one, but tonight, apparently, he was prepared to do more than serve dinner. Trying to ignore those thoughts, Brice opened Law’s menu.
It wasn’t extensive. Hand job, blowjob, and some boy-on-boy action: kissing, hand job, blowjob, and toys. Brice hadn’t planned on ordering anything during dinner, but he wouldn’t completely rule it out.
As the first few courses were served, Cathcart got into the swing, removing his boy’s clothes between courses. Brice left him to his own devices and chatted when the boys weren’t in the room. If Cathcart’s enjoyment had any correlation to his interest in investing with Brice’s firm, they were set for at least the fifty million and possibly more.
Brice kept his attention on Law, who straddled his lap and fed him seafood—in keeping with the nautical theme. He avoided watching Remy, but couldn’t completely ignore him since the boys made a circuit of the room with each course, slightly surprised when Cathcart asked his boy if he would go and kiss the pretty sky blue boy. Remy clearly made an impression on everyone.
R EMY NEARLY stopped in his tracks when he spotted Mr. Green at one end of the table. He wore another well-tailored dark suit with a brightly colored, expensive-looking silk tie. Versace? That was probably the only designer whose work Jeremy could recognize. But it contrasted pleasantly with the somber look of the suit. Jeremy made sure not to look directly at him. He couldn’t bear that. Instead he looked for his gentleman.
The man with the sky blue lapel pin had well-cut salt-and-pepper hair and a wide smile. His eyes crinkled in the corners as he gazed at Jeremy. He wore a navy suit and a tie with green and blue dots. As he moved around the room, Jeremy found Green watching him. Their gazes met for a split-second before Green glanced away. Jeremy pretended it never happened and tried to act interested as he sat down and introduced himself to Mr. Sky Blue.
Sky Blue shook his hand, then brought it up to his mouth and planted a soft kiss on the back of Jeremy’s fingers. Then he turned the hand over and placed another kiss on the palm as he looked up into Jeremy’s eyes. It was a look full of pleasure and lustful promises. The caresses sent pleasant tremors up his arm, and Jeremy couldn’t pretend he wasn’t intrigued by what this man might do next. He sat down, and Sky Blue smiled and traced a line up Jeremy’s thigh from knee to crotch with gentle fingertips. Despite the possessiveness of the gesture, Jeremy felt a thrill travel to the base of his spine, and his cock thickened and felt heavy. Oh, damn . If the man could do this to him with a single touch, what else would happen at dinner?
As Sky Blue traced his way back down Jeremy’s thigh, he couldn’t wait to find out.
At the first course, Jeremy’s gentleman had him remove his shoes. At the second course, he pulled off the socks. The cap came off at the third course.
In between, Jeremy sat on Sky Blue’s lap, letting the man touch him through the thin fabric of his shirt and shorts. The caresses were firm, but gentle. He unbuttoned the top button of the little shorts but didn’t move to grab at Jeremy’s cock. Across the way, Mr. Brown had his hand down Rand’s shorts while he sucked at Rand’s nipples, his shirt long ago discarded. Kit wore only his scarf and cap and socks. His gentleman was Green’s guest, and he’d gone directly for the shorts and barely let go of Kit’s cock since the first course.
Then it happened. An order off Jeremy’s menu. Mauve wanted Jeremy and Kit to play. Sky Blue gave Jeremy permission, and the whole table watched as Kit and Jeremy moved together at Jeremy’s end of the table and started
It wasn’t extensive. Hand job, blowjob, and some boy-on-boy action: kissing, hand job, blowjob, and toys. Brice hadn’t planned on ordering anything during dinner, but he wouldn’t completely rule it out.
As the first few courses were served, Cathcart got into the swing, removing his boy’s clothes between courses. Brice left him to his own devices and chatted when the boys weren’t in the room. If Cathcart’s enjoyment had any correlation to his interest in investing with Brice’s firm, they were set for at least the fifty million and possibly more.
Brice kept his attention on Law, who straddled his lap and fed him seafood—in keeping with the nautical theme. He avoided watching Remy, but couldn’t completely ignore him since the boys made a circuit of the room with each course, slightly surprised when Cathcart asked his boy if he would go and kiss the pretty sky blue boy. Remy clearly made an impression on everyone.
R EMY NEARLY stopped in his tracks when he spotted Mr. Green at one end of the table. He wore another well-tailored dark suit with a brightly colored, expensive-looking silk tie. Versace? That was probably the only designer whose work Jeremy could recognize. But it contrasted pleasantly with the somber look of the suit. Jeremy made sure not to look directly at him. He couldn’t bear that. Instead he looked for his gentleman.
The man with the sky blue lapel pin had well-cut salt-and-pepper hair and a wide smile. His eyes crinkled in the corners as he gazed at Jeremy. He wore a navy suit and a tie with green and blue dots. As he moved around the room, Jeremy found Green watching him. Their gazes met for a split-second before Green glanced away. Jeremy pretended it never happened and tried to act interested as he sat down and introduced himself to Mr. Sky Blue.
Sky Blue shook his hand, then brought it up to his mouth and planted a soft kiss on the back of Jeremy’s fingers. Then he turned the hand over and placed another kiss on the palm as he looked up into Jeremy’s eyes. It was a look full of pleasure and lustful promises. The caresses sent pleasant tremors up his arm, and Jeremy couldn’t pretend he wasn’t intrigued by what this man might do next. He sat down, and Sky Blue smiled and traced a line up Jeremy’s thigh from knee to crotch with gentle fingertips. Despite the possessiveness of the gesture, Jeremy felt a thrill travel to the base of his spine, and his cock thickened and felt heavy. Oh, damn . If the man could do this to him with a single touch, what else would happen at dinner?
As Sky Blue traced his way back down Jeremy’s thigh, he couldn’t wait to find out.
At the first course, Jeremy’s gentleman had him remove his shoes. At the second course, he pulled off the socks. The cap came off at the third course.
In between, Jeremy sat on Sky Blue’s lap, letting the man touch him through the thin fabric of his shirt and shorts. The caresses were firm, but gentle. He unbuttoned the top button of the little shorts but didn’t move to grab at Jeremy’s cock. Across the way, Mr. Brown had his hand down Rand’s shorts while he sucked at Rand’s nipples, his shirt long ago discarded. Kit wore only his scarf and cap and socks. His gentleman was Green’s guest, and he’d gone directly for the shorts and barely let go of Kit’s cock since the first course.
Then it happened. An order off Jeremy’s menu. Mauve wanted Jeremy and Kit to play. Sky Blue gave Jeremy permission, and the whole table watched as Kit and Jeremy moved together at Jeremy’s end of the table and started
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