Call boy
Tristian walked across the lobby of the Bellagio t..
🕑 Added 2022-09-13 01:05:14 +0000 UTC
Call boy
Tristian walked across the lobby of the Bellagio talking on his phone, “listen I told you I have an important meeting to go to. Why do you want to know with whom? No, you don’t need to know. If you don’t like it, then I recommend you find another boyfriend, babe. Try finding someone better, that puts up with your crap and shell out all the expensive things you like so much. Fine, I'll see you tonight.”
Tristian ended the call with his stripper girlfriend. He didn’t care if she got mad or not. He knew she would have a harder time replacing him with someone as sexy as he was then he would have in replacing her. Tristian was cocky, even arrogant but he, in his mind, deserved to be. The 6’2, 245lbs muscular stud turned a lot of heads from both men and women as he walked through the lobby. His black designer pants hugged his round, muscular ass perfectly and proudly displayed his impressive packed crotch. The silk black button up shirt was half way undone to show off his smooth, muscular chest, while the silk material was stretched over his thick arms. Tristian was stylish from his curly brown hair down to his polished black shoes with no socks.
Tristian looked down at his Apple Watch with its gold wristband and noticed he was right on time. His client doesn’t like to be kept waiting. When this client came to Vegas, Tristian was expected to drop everything. Tristian got into the elevator behind a sexy dark-haired woman. He flashed his sexy green eyes and perfect white teeth causing the elegant dress woman to swoon over him. She looked impressed as he pushed the penthouse level button. Tristian would fuck her in a heartbeat if he had the time. When the woman got off the elevator of her floor she turned and winked back at him, hoping he would follow her. However, the door closed and he continued up to his destination.
Master Stone was impressed as usual when he opened the penthouse door and saw Tristian standing there. The male stripper looked as sexy as ever as Stone gestured the muscular younger man into his expensive hotel suite. Tristian looked unimpressed by the richly decorated penthouse, having seen it many times before. The women Tristian dated knew he was a stripper and a call boy to rich older women. However, none of them knew his richest and most generous client was a man. To women Tristan appeared as all man, straight, an alpha.
Tristian looked down as his phone rang, noticing it was his girlfriend again. He tossed it on the floor. It wasn’t missed by Stone who stepped closer to him.
“You deserve better than some cheap hoe,” Stone said as he started to unbutton Tristian’s dress shirt.
“Yes, sir,” Tristian agreed as he looked down at the older man’s hands.
Tristian just stood there as his shirt was pulled out of his belted pants and peeled over his muscular shoulders. His torso was smooth and shredded, with cobblestone 8pack and heavy pecs with large nipples. The normally confident, incharge stud just stood there as the older man ran his hands down his flawless chest and abs. Tristan found himself hard as Stone felt him up. His cock pressing against his designer underwear and his tailored pants, begging to be free. However instead of freeing the handsome stud’s cock, Stone walked over to the bar and poured himself a drink. Tristian just stood there waiting. Stone didn’t bother asking him if he wanted a drink. Tristian wasn’t there for a drink. After getting his drink, Stone sits on the couch in front of Tristian. He took a few slips of it while watching the younger man stand patiently in front of him. Tristan was normally not a patient man, but he knew better than to complain. Finally Stone placed the glass on the coffee table and placed his arms along the top of the couch.
“Take off your clothes,” Stone ordered, his voice firm and demanding.
Tristan instantly kicked off his shoes while unbuckling his leather belt. He kept his eyes on the other man, as he unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, before peeling them down his muscular legs. The yellow designer boxer-briefs hugged to his flawless tanned legs and round bubble ass as he pulled the pants off his legs and neatly folded them. He turned his wide back to the older man as he placed the pants on a nearby chair, giving Stone a side view of his well developed bubble ass. He turned to face the master once again and then hooked his fingers into the side of the boxer-briefs. Tristan then peeled them down his powerful legs. His hard 8” cock popped free.
“Lay across my lap,” Stone ordered, and patted his own thigh.
Tristan didn’t protest at the humiliating request, and remained rock hard as he proceeded to lay across the older man’s lap. His cock hung between Stone’s legs as left leg rested on the couch and his right leg dangled off the couch.
“Beautiful,” Stone whispered as he ran his right hand up Tristan’s broad hamstrings and over his sculpted ass. Tristan’s ass cheeks were large while a deep valley between them. Stone raised his right hand and brought it down on the left ass cheeks. The sound of the hand impacting on the bare ass cheek, echoed through the penthouse. “You've been working out on your ass more since my last visit. Your ass is rounder and firmer,” Stone complimented as he slapped the right cheek, testing its firmness.
“Thank you sir,” Tristan responded, trying not to moan.
He remembered the first time Stone spanked him. Tristan kept protesting that he was straight as he was repeatedly spanked over and over. No one ever spanked him before. He even tried to protest despite shooting his load over the older man’s lap, without even touching himself. At that moment, Tristan was humiliated and broken.
Stone pressed his legs together around Tristan’s cock, while he used his left hand to stroke the younger man’s hair and down the muscle layered back. At the same time, Stone spread Tristan’s ass cheeks, revealing the stud’s smooth, hairless hole. Tristan always shaves and makes sure his hole is thoroughly cleaned when Stone is in town. Stone then pushed a finger into the tight smooth hole causing Tristan to moan and press his head down on the arm of the couch.
“Still nice and tight,” Stone mused as he moved his finger in and out of the stud’s hole, stroking Tristan’s insides.
Tristan gripped the couch’s arm tighter as Stone pushed in a second finger. As Tristan’s insides grew used to the probing fingers, Stone began to spread them, stretching Tristan open. In return the muscular straight stud grinds his cock between the older man’s legs. Tristan was so horny.
However, to Tristan’s disappointment, Stone pulled his fingers from Tristan’s hole and gave another slap to the muscular ass. On signal, Tristan slid down to his knees in front of Stone. He then reached out his hands and undid the older man’s pants to free the thick cock. Tristan looked up at Stone and then wrapped his lips around the cock. Using all the experiences from the various women who gave him blow jobs he tried to pleasure his master. Tristan was taking as much of it down his throat as possible. All that mattered was serving and pleasuring the other man. He soon was coating the cock with drool and saliva.
Stone then pulled the muscular, younger man off his cock and onto his feet. He then led the naked Tristan into the bedroom. Tristan obediently bent over the bed. He lifted one thick, powerful leg onto the bed, spreading his beautiful ass. Tristan gripped his hands to brace himself. Stone then aimed his cock, lubed with Tristan’s drool and saliva at the tight manpussy. Tristan buried his face into his hands and ripped forearms as Stone’s cock slid into his hole. All thought of his girlfriend and all the women that he had fucked faded as the cock slid in and out of him. The cock felt so good as it thrusted in and out of him, harder and deeper each time. Tristan couldn’t hold out and started to cum hard on to bed as the master continued to plow in and out of him.
