"Well I'll be damned, my big brother finally found his mate," Chris said aloud, lightly shaking his head in disbelief. Closing his mobile, he put it back on his nightstand.
Knowing he had some calls to make in the morning, he set his alarm for seven o'clock, convinced it would give him enough time to come up with something that would fit his brother's request. He returned to twisting and turning until sleep overtook him once more that night.
Suddenly he heard the annoying sound of his alarm clock going off. Blindly he stretched out his arm and slammed it a few times, hoping one of them would turn that darn noise off. He wasn't ready to get up yet, he wanted to sleep a little longer. Turning on his back, he kept his eyes closed, groaning at the thought of getting up, but then he remembered the favor his older brother had asked of him.
Reluctantly he threw off the white sheet, uncovering his totally naked frame, and swung his long muscular legs over the edge of the bed. Bracing his arms on his knees, he bent over a little and brushed his hands through his shoulder length curly hair. He pinched the bridge of his sharp nose, hoping to drive away the drowsiness of the little sleep he'd managed to get.
Giving himself a minute to wake up, he took in his clothes that lay scattered on the ground. He couldn't help but grin at the sight of yet another torn shirt. Before going home last night he had spent a few hours with a nice little lady. She first thought he was an easy catch. He smiled. He proved her wrong alright. After she realized his easy going attitude was in contrast with his sexual appetite, she was all too willing to submit to him. After he first restrained her hands and then when she still tried to lead things, he blindfolded her, making sure she had screamed his name and begged for more until her throat was hoarse.
He didn't mind if a woman tried to have her way, but he hadn't met a single one yet that made him care much after the sexual act was done. He loved having the upper hand as much as he loved having his wicked way with a woman's body. But he couldn't bring himself to stay, not a single time. Always he looked down on the woman, a content smile plastered on their faces while they slept. With a single kiss on their head he always said goodbye and left them to wake up alone in the morning.
Getting up, he stretched his muscular body and bit back a yawn. Scratching his head again, he looked down. He was getting puzzled why he always managed to wake up with his cock throbbing in earnest and demanding release. It didn't matter how restless he had slept. Or the fact he didn't remember having any vivid dreams that would explain his aroused state. He still woke up with a morning erection.
He wandered over to his dresser, got some clean underwear and clothes and strolled further to his bathroom. He longed for a long warm shower. The muscles in his neck were acting up again, they felt like they were being stabbed by twenty daggers at the same time. A hot shower was so far the only remedy he found remotely useful.
Laying his fresh clothes on one of the bathroom cabinets, he stepped in the shower. The first few icy cold streams of water made sure he was awake. Bit by bit the water became warmer and not long after it was searing hot. Bracing one hand against the wall, he bent his head, letting the scalding hot water run over his neck and shoulder blades. He stayed like that for several minutes, hoping that the initial ache in his neck would fade at least a little bit.
Rolling his shoulders, they felt a bit more relaxed. He saw his cock still hadn't given up demanding some personal attention. Closing his eyes, his hand traveled south, embracing his hard member. Slowly he started moving his hand, resting a second when he covered the top of his cock, smearing the clear fluid that was oozing out over the rest of his deep red, engorged cock.
His heart started pumping faster and his breathing became more labored the longer he kept up the slow torment he was putting himself through. He didn't believe in getting off quickly, that, in his mind, destroyed the earth shattering finale. He was a strong believer that each orgasm should be enjoyed to its fullest, by himself and the by the woman he chose to bed.
By now he had to reposition his tall legs to steady himself. He leaned against the other wall in the shower, the hot water now cascading down over his face, chest and hard flesh. He groaned passionately, the hot water acting as an extra stimulant and urging him on.
One hand still firmly jacking off his cock, his other hand cupped his balls and squeezed them, gently at first. He let them roll around a bit before he squeezed them a bit harder. Hard enough to send little shivers of pain up and down his spine, but good pain. Pain that felt that what you wanted was just within reach, just around the corner, ready for the taking.
He bit his full lower lip when he finally felt the familiar twitching in his balls and could feel his cock throbbing mercilessly, wanting those last few strokes, those last squeezes. He wanted his release, he wanted to spill his seed. Finally he gave in to his deep urges and he started pumping his flesh fast, coaxing out his release.
He released his balls and placed his free hand on the wall in front of him. He was glad he could brace himself a bit more when he felt his balls tightening up, his seed traveling upwards and finally spurting out of him with each stroke he administered on his throbbing flesh. He kept squeezing and pumping until he felt he didn't have a drop left to spill on the shower floor, the evidence quickly being washed away by the hot water that was still hitting him on his tall, quivering frame.
After several minutes he pulled himself together and washed himself quickly, a bit disappointed he had to take care of this problem by himself, again. He didn't shy away from female companionship and he was the first to admit he was a ladies' man and he enjoyed giving them pleasure, as well as receiving it. But as of late he was feeling an emptiness inside, a longing for something he didn't know yet.
Quickly he dried himself and donned his clothes and made his way to his small kitchen to make a fast breakfast. Once done, he gathered his papers and notebooks from work and got to work, making tons of calls, hoping he would find the one thing his brother was looking for.
After three hours of cursing, he tossed the phone next to him, he wasn't having any luck. Letting out a sigh, he closed his eyes and leaned back. He was running out of time. He really needed the car in an hour, so he had an hour on top of that to make sure it was in his brother's garage.
He rummaged through his papers and came across a business card from a seller of old exclusive vintage cars. He bit back a sigh again, he knew of his reputation, he had a ninety nine percent success rate when it came to finding the old gems. But as far as he knew he only delivered pristine cars and he was looking for an old car that could use some TLC.
It can't hurt to try,
he thought to himself. He dialed the number and hoped somebody was present at the other end.
"Ontario Vintage Cars, this is Mia talking, how can I help you?" the familiar soft voice said on the other side.
He couldn't help but smile, her voice had that effect on him, it didn't matter what she said.
"Hi, Mia, it's your avenging angel," he teasingly replied, knowing he mildly ticked her off when acting the charmer.
"Oh, it's you," Mia replied flatly. "What do you need?"
"You're already giving it to me, just keep talking," he kept up the teasing.
"Will you cut it out already? Just tell me what you want, I know it's something important, else you wouldn't be calling us on the weekend," she stopped his teasing.
"Ok, ok. I'm looking for an old car, but it doesn't need to be in pristine condition," he started saying. "I tried all my other contacts and they don't have what I'm after. I know you only deal in pristine cars, but I thought, what the heck, I may as well give them a try, you never know. So how are my odds? They looking a bit good?"
"Give me a minute, I'll check our books. I've been on leave for a while, so I'll have to check what is in stock. I'll be two minutes, if you don't mind waiting on the phone," Mia replied.
"By all means, take your time, if you have anything, I'll be forever in your debt, to do with as you please," he answered. He bit back his laughter, his mind swarming with very naughty ideas he'd be willing to do. Sadly he wasn't able to put a face to her name, they only talked on the phone, but her voice, to him, was so enchanting. Even if she was reading the daily stock numbers to him, he still would be listening with pleasure. He was just so enthralled by her voice.
Trapping the phone between his ear and his shoulder, he made a neat pile of his papers while waiting for Mia to get back to him. He could hear the bristling of papers and the clicks of her typing on a keyboard. Not long after he heard her sweet voice again.
"It seems you are a very lucky man," she started to say, but Chris interrupted her.
"Does that mean you finally will go out with me?"
"Sorry, I have to shatter that dream. On the other hand, we may have a car you might be interested in," she answered.
