Working!

WORKING!

A SHORT STORY OF FICTION BY CATMAN

It was just another Thursday in the big city for Rob.

He rolled out of bed from his New York high-rise just before noon.  It had been a really late night.  He always stopped to admire the view before stumbling off to the kitchen for his morning cup of coffee.  Today, he had two.

After a jolt of caffeine, Rob lingered in the shower.  He paid special attention as he introduced his private parts to the lather of his designer bar of soap.

He took his time drying off in front of the full length mirror in his bedroom.  Rob flexed and posed for himself and admired his gym physique. 

It was time to dress for work.  His little leather cock strap helped to enhance his endowed dick and balls.  No underwear was needed today under his tight jeans.  Rob stopped to admire the bulge.  It was a warm, late-Summer day, so he opted for one of his tight-fitting t-shirts.  Loafers, without socks, completed the look.

Satisfied with his appearance, it was time to go to work!  Rob was right on time!  He couldn't afford to be late, especially on Thursday.

Just a few blocks away, he strolled down "5th Avenue".  It wasn't long till he caught the attention of the well-dressed young professional man in the "Armani" suit.  Rob paused to look into a department store window and was soon joined by the "suit".

He turned to the man and asked, "See something that you like?"  They briefly discussed the window display, while the man fished in his pants pocket.  After an introduction and a hand shake, Rob pulled his hand away holding a crisp $100.00 bill. 

He turned and walked back to his apartment building, knowing that he was being followed by "Rick".  They met at the bank of elevators.  Without a word, they rode to the 17th floor.  Once inside of  Rob's  apartment, Rick produced five more of the big bills and put them on a silver tray in the entry hall.

Rob went to work and slowly removed that Armani suit from Rick's lithe body.  Pulling down his Calvin Klein boxer-briefs revealed an average-to-small sized erection. 

Rob gave "it" a quick taste, before going into his act.  He slowly stripped for his excited guest.  Once they were both completely naked, he allowed Rick to dictate how today's scenario would play out.

Rob pulled Rick into his bedroom, he stretched out on the mattress to allow his guest to initiate the action.  Rick climbed up on the bed to suck the big dick on display in front of him. 

Rob couldn't help but chuckle to himself, "Fuck, this dude really sucks at sucking dick!  Oh, well, I'll fake it again.  I'll just moan and groan and he'll think I like it."

Between all of his fake "Oh's and Ah's" , Rick touched Rob's ass with his fingers.  He abruptly stopped and said, "Absolutely!  No way mister!  If you want to explore that territory, you better find your wallet again!"

A few seconds later, Rick threw ten $100.00 bills on the bed.  Rob's only response was to roll over, get on his knees and expose his hole to his benefactor.

Because of Rick's small dick, Rob barely felt it as his ass was being humped.  Several minutes later, it was all over.

Rick dressed, as Rob counted his money.  At the door, Rob said,  "Hey Rick, this was fun again!   I'll schedule you again for next Thursday at the same time.  I'm sorry to rush you out.  You know how it is.  It's all business, and I'm WORKING!"