The text read simply, "CAN U CUM TO MY OFFICE NOW. I WOULD LIKE 2 DISCUSS YOUR PROJECT AND MY SUPPORT".
Ben Knight was a well-known businessman in my town. Wealthy, powerful, good looking - the works. We met once a couple of years ago briefly. He'd spoken at an event and, along with quite a few other attendees, I got in line to shake his hand. What I remembered from that encounter was the strong feeling of strength he exuded when you looked into his eyes. Seriously. I'm a straight male and recognized the force and charisma in this man in one brief meeting. And now he was basically going to be my business partner. That gaze and his incredible charisma were what stuck in my mind as I prepared to go to the address he provided. Well...those things, and the incredibly awkward and strangely exciting meeting we had yesterday. Thinking about it made me uncomfortable. And I can't understand why, but it made me hard.
There was a business dinner at a very swanky Italian restaurant involving all of the key players and the usual number of political lamprey looking for a free meal. My small firm was directly involved in the key general project proposal so I was working the room, making sure there were no major objections or issues. This was a breakthrough opportunity for us. I noticed Mr. Knight across the room and, apart from a brief thought wondering how he always managed to get his hands in these pies, thought nothing of it. After all, he was a wealthy developer. He had connections and influence. Maybe he was one of the investors, I thought vaguely even though I'd met the key ones.
My thoughts moved on as I noticed the determined and plodding steps of the fat, sweaty man I'd been forced to court over the past year. I forced a smile as I pretended to notice him.
"Mr. Mayor!" I exclaimed as though surprised to see him. I reached out my hand. He grasped it with both hands and looked up at me, frowning in mock offense.
"Tommy!" I corrected. As we shook hands like old friends.
The mayor was obese. The size of his belly and the absence of an ass forced him to constantly pull up his pants and tuck in his poor straining shirt.
Tommy leaned in close talked excitedly about the project and how it would benefit our small community. With great effort, I ignored the odor of old milk pouring from his mouth with every word.
I knew - or at least strongly suspected - that Mayor Tommy Sloburn had some other financial interest hidden safely somewhere in this project. He'd been against it at the beginning. Politely but firmly against it.
Then, about a month ago, like rain from a blue sky, he'd apparently changed his mind and become a strong supporter. No more "Mayor Sloburn" but just "Tommy!" from then on. No more sideways glances and fake smiles accompanying his windy bloviations extolling his sacred responsibility of minding the tax dollars of protecting "his hard-working community against the unnecessary and complicated ideas that might someday benefit the few and would likely benefit no-one but the designer of the project itself!".
Instead, these speeches were suddenly replaced with just as equally boring and overwrought speeches proclaiming "the virtues of this forward thinking investment in the future of our community!".
While initially shocked, I eventually shook my head, accepted this gift horse, and moved into overdrive before whatever moved the fat opportunist, shifted again, and closed the door.
Finally able to release my hand from the sweaty confines of Tommy's paws, I wiped it on the side of my pant leg.
Tommy had shuffled next to me to pump me with false complements, and had slid a friendly hand on the small of my back, as politicians do, as he started guiding me through the crowd. As he chattered, I quickly toned out his blathering and let him guide me through the crowd. I didn't know why Tommy jumped so suddenly and completely behind my project but I felt certain it had nothing to do with the actual project which was, in fact, as Mayor Tommy so correctly put it, "forward thinking and quite a good investment in the future of our community". Even if I was somewhat biased, being the creator and main designer of the project, I knew it was a great idea and a great plan. I was certain that Tommy had been approached by someone (the Swalocox group, maybe?) who had an interest in this project and who had offered some financial persuasion (certainly through some thoroughly hidden and possibly legal method). In short, someone paid him off.
Whatever.
The end result was that my project and my company were situated for some real and long-term growth.
Maybe this growth would eventually allow me a little time to focus on things outside of work. I worked seven days a week with many 20 hour days. I had no real love life. I snorted self-depricatingly at that thought. "Real love life"? When I found the time, which wasn't often, I surfed some porn and jacked off. Over the past year I'd found some videos involving dudes with huge cocks or huge cumshots. It was strange since I'd always surfed straight stuff before that. But the size of the cocks and the amount of cum? They fascinated me. I sometimes imagined fucking some woman whose husband had a huge cock like that. The idea of the two of us men with a woman made the thought of playing with the big dick acceptable - straight even. She might force me to my knees to help her make her husband hard. I'd have to lick his soft floppy cock.
Then I'd -
I realized that fat Tommy had stopped meandering and was talking.
"Oh, James? You know Ben, doncha? Ben Knight?"
As if the two of them had seen my thoughts, I became immediately embarrassed and shook the cocks and pulses of warm cum out of my mind. I recovered quickly, or so I thought, and looked up and focused. What was I doing? Jesus! Pathetic!
In front of me with a quizzical expression was Mr. Knight. I reached out my hand and we shook firmly.
"Mr Knight. Actually, we met once a while ago. It was quite brief - you probably don't remember..." I trailed off after meeting his eyes.
Even though we had met once before, I had forgotten the strength of Ben Knight's piercing blue eyes. They were truly stunning. They shined with intelligence. They seemed to look into you and see immediately who you really were. At that moment, I was somehow certain that Mr. Knight knew what I had been just been thinking about. He knew I'd been thinking about cocks and cum and... My face felt warm.
I found myself quickly giving him the once-over, looking from his eyes down to his feet and back.
He was physically attractive. and I couldn't help noticing how his pants held his crotch tightly. Obviously, women would clearly be attracted to him.
But Ben Knight was a man's man. He was known to work hard and play harder. He was very competitive. He was taller than me and seemed to be in great shape. He was an older man - well, older than me. I would guess around 55, based on his salt and pepper hair and the wrinkles that somehow added to his civilized but rugged looks. At first glance, he was certainly in as good as shape as I was, and I was thirty-eight. I was jealous, I realized, but I bet so were most men who met him.
His smile seemed legitimate and inviting. I smiled as well - I couldn't help it. This was a man you had to like. He commanded respect. He was a man you wanted to work with; a man you wanted to be your friend; a man you instinctively wanted to please.
All of this I thought in that moment of introduction. What power he exuded naturally. No wonder he was successful. This man had amazingly powerful natural charisma combined with a beautiful physical presence.
"...years ago. Right?"
I looked back to Ben's eyes and mine widened in surprise.
"I'm sorry?" I stammered suddenly and too quickly, realizing I hadn't been listening to him speak.
Somehow, I thought I was giving him a quick competitive once-over. Instead, I'd apparently been literally running my eyes down his frame like he was some model in a bikini. But he wasn't a bikini model.
And I'm straight! Jesus! What was wrong with me? This is a business meeting...
I felt my cock start to harden. What the hell? How embarrassing!
"I'm sorry..." I repeated - apologizing this time. "My mind was...I mean...You...". I found myself glancing down from his eyes in embarrassment. I felt my cock fight against the confines of my underwear and fought the desire to adjust it. Why the fuck was my cock hardening anyway?
"Oh, they're bringing out the desert!" Fat Mayor Tommy exclaimed, inadvertently buying me a second as Ben and I both followed his gaze.
I had to try to figure out what to say. What was happening?
