"I'm home Mike! And I brought you a present from Montreal." Dirk has a garment bag as well as his metallic blue hard shell. He held out the garment bag and I took it, then lay it over a chair.
"Aren't you going to open it? Go ahead, open it."
"No dear, kisses first,"
"Of course."
Dirk is my six foot solid muscled hunk/ life partner/ husband. He's been away for a week long company thing in Quebec. One of those 'team building' bullshit retreats.
I'm his five seven, blond haired blue eyed, fair skinned faggot.
Dirk folds me in his strong embrace and we kiss. A long sweet kiss. I step back and drop my purple satin coulots to my ankles. Dirk smiles and obediently gets to his knees.
He smiles warmly up at me. I hold my hardening cock to his lips.
Still looking up, he kisses my knob. I stroke his black executive cut hair, then pulling with my hand, I slide my cock into his welcoming mouth.
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There's an executive office building in the financial district. On the top floor is an upper end restaurant. Across the hall from it is a bar. Not 'officially' a gay bar, but still a good place to meet like minded boys and girls.
I went there one Thursday night. Maybe on the prowl? Maybe just for company?
I'd seen Dirk there before. That night he was sitting alone at the bar. From the way I'd seen him interact before I thought I knew what kind of man he was.
"Hi, Dirk." I said perching on the bar stool beside him, "I'm Mike, met you here a month ago. I'd like a gin and tonic."
"Yes, I remember you. Bartender?"
The more we talked and got to know each other, the more I realized I was right about Dirk. This tall tanned beautiful hunk was a beta who needed an alpha to put his life in balance. And I'm that alpha.
"Dirk, do you know where the washrooms are?"
"Yes. Go out the door and go right. They're on the left just before the elevators."
He knew, good.
"Wait a few minutes, then pay your tab and meet me there."
"Oh?"
I was sitting in one of the stalls
"Squeeze in and close the door." I was glad it was a quiet night for the bar and restaurant.
I pulled down is fly and pulled his cock out of his silk boxers. Very impressive!
Kiss, kiss and lick. A noisy slurping kiss. I put my lips around his knob and swirl my tongue around it. I hold his buns with both hands and swallow. He nervously rests his hands on my shoulders.
Good cock. Good hard cock. Big yummy hard cock. "Mm. Mm. Mm. Mm. Ghh." Dirk fills my mouth with his cum.
I push him back against the door. He's fumbling with his fly, and for something to say.
"Don't tell me you don't kiss on a first date?" I laugh. Dirk realizes it's a joke and chuckles nervously. We kiss.
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After he's blown me I send him to shower and change.
He returns in his favorite powder blue long sleeve cashmere sweater and navy blue satin gym shorts.
"Mm, you look lovely, dear. Now, lets see what you brought me."
I pull the garment bag's zipper down. "Fur?"
Oh, wow! A three quarter length wolf fur coat.
"Hold it for me." I slip into it's thick luxurious comfort, turn to Dirk and fold him into a long slow 'thank you' kiss.
I slide it off. How about a before dinner drink?" I take his hand and lead him into the kitchen.
A few years ago we re-decorated the kitchen. Removing the island and replacing it with a breakfast nook.
I slide in as he gets two beers. He slides in beside me, and hands me my beer.
