Brazilian Cattle Baron (Siren Publishing Ménage and More ManLove)

by Roland Graeme

Neil slid his right hand off the armrest, clamping his powerful grip around Sebastien’s wrist and giving it an affectionate squeeze as he rose quickly to his feet. Releasing his grip but instead sliding his hand around Sebastien’s waist, Neil guided his host across the living room floor and then down the hall toward the bedroom, a trip he’d taken many times before, so he knew the route well.

  Neither man said a word as they both moved quickly into the darkened bedroom. Sebastien lowered his hand and pushed Neil’s away from his waist, kneeling down on the bed then crawling across it to the nightstand at the far end. He reached over and clicked on a dim shaded lamp.

  Do you mind if I leave the light on? he’d asked Neil, the first time Neil had been in this bedroom. I like to see what I’m doing. Neil, of course, didn’t mind. He was used to complying with far quirkier requests.

  * * * *

  Sebastien lowered himself onto the bed, rolled over on his back, and stretched out like a cat readying itself for a sunbath.

  Neil moved quickly, lowering his hands and pulling his sweater up from his waist. Sebastien watched as that familiar muscular chest shot into view as Neil slid the sweater up over his head. Neil hadn’t bothered with an undershirt, and his dark-brown, circular nipples were stiff with excitement now. Sebastien felt his chest tighten as he inhaled deeply then started removing his clothing just as quickly as Neil was.

  Neil unbuttoned his jeans, nearly tearing them open in his desire to get onto the bed and join Sebastien as quickly as possible. A thick bush of brown pubic hair poking out from the spread halves of his fly confirmed Sebastien’s suspicion that Neil had dressed for their tryst hurriedly, not bothering to put on any underwear.

  While Neil was stepping clumsily out of his jeans, Sebastien had slipped off his T-shirt, then curled up his legs and hunched his ass off the groaning bed while peeling off his sweatpants and kicking them off to the side. Sitting up and keeping his blazing eyes on Neil’s thick-muscled body, Sebastien matter-of-factly reached down, took his cock in his hand, and began to stroke it, helping it along the road to erection.

  “Let me do that,” Neil offered as he pushed his Levi’s down around his knees, revealing his own long, thick, trunk-like cock which Sebastien was so familiar with. “It’s my job to get you hard—and keep you hard.”

  “Okay,” Sebastien agreed. “I wouldn’t want to do anything to get me in trouble with your union.”

  Sebastien felt a surge of power as he watched Neil finish stripping, then kneel onto the bed and crawl over to him. Neil was a nice guy, but he was still a whore, who’d do whatever Sebastien asked him to. He’d refuse Sebastien nothing. Sebastien was well aware of the control he exerted over the situation.

  Neil sighed then let out a long, low moan as Sebastien ringed the base of his cock with his right thumb and forefinger. He squeezed the hard, hot flesh, eliciting a thick drop of opaque cum from the broad piss slit. Sebastien wanted that cum, and was almost tempted to coax it out of Neil’s cock, making him shoot his load onto the sheet below him then and there. But he knew that they were only getting started, and Sebastien had other plans for his playmate’s load.

  “Come here, Sebastien,” Neil said, reaching up and pulling Sebastien down to him. He moved his big hands up to the other man’s shoulders while he shifted his thighs back and forth, rubbing their criss-crossed cocks together. Sebastien felt his heart skip a beat as his balls were drawn over Neil’s hairy crotch. He lowered himself completely down onto the hustler’s body, feeling the sexual heat burn into his flesh. They were both sweating profusely. Soon their hot, aching bodies were gliding back and forth on a thin, oily layer of perspiration, the wet flesh creating sucking sounds as the two men moved restlessly over one another in the rhythms of humping.

  Sebastien looked down deeply into his sex partner’s soft gray eyes. They were glazed with lust and affection, vibrating as though an electric current was passing through them. This was one of the rare moments of intimacy with another person that Sebastien permitted himself to experience, and he savored it. Such moments were all too rare, and lately it seemed that they occurred only when he and a willing sex partner like Neil were in bed, making love.

  “Oh yeah, Sebastien, oh yeah,” Neil moaned with genuine excitement, moving his hands up until they were locked behind his john’s head. Slowly he pulled the other man down to him, closing his eyes and parting his full lips. Sebastien gave in to Neil’s move, hugging his arms tightly against the escort’s shoulders while he felt his lips press gently against his.

  At first the kiss was gentle, the two of them brushing their lips together, barely touching, then pressing them back together again. Then tongues flicked out, touching, retreating, then touching once more. Then though by mutual agreement, the foreplay was declared satisfactory, and the two men kissed much more passionately. It became a frenzy of groans, tongues, flailing arms and legs, as Neil and Sebastien tangled together on the bed. Sebastien could feel the cum rising from his balls, pressing down hard in his arrow-shaped cockhead and drooling out in thick droplets from his piss slit.

  Neil pulled away from his john after several more minutes of wild pawing and thrashing, sliding out from under the other young man and pushing him around until their original positions were reversed. Sebastien lay helpless, almost crushed by the immense muscular weight of Neil’s powerful torso. Physically, they were well matched. Neil’s thick, hairy legs lay like a steel trap over the other young stud’s limbs while his big hands pinned Sebastien’s arms down to the sheets. Lowering his head, Neil brushed his lips lightly against his customer’s right nipple, nuzzling it with his half-opened mouth and tongue.

  Sebastien closed his eyes and sucked in a ragged breath, digging his shoulders into the bed and squeezing his ass cheeks together in response to the teasing touch. Slowly Neil increased his suction, drawing the stiff brown nipple further into his mouth while he lashed his tongue over the hard flesh. Sebastien squirmed under him, his hot slithering cock pressing and sliding against Neil’s body while Neil moved his mouth from the right to the left nipple.

  “Not too hard,” Sebastien pleaded in a tight voice, reaching up and pushing Neil away from him with both hands. The hustler was beginning to bite into his flesh, something Sebastien could take in small doses, but tonight his tits seemed to be especially sensitive.

  “Sorry,” Neil gasped, pulling away.

  Sebastien turned his head away and fought for breath, himself, gasping in air desperately. He let out a short series of broken, deep moans as Neil dropped his head back to his chest and started tonguing the hot belly flesh. He was lapping the wet skin, bathing it in his thick spittle while he moved his hands down the other man’s sides to his buttocks.

  “Suck me,” Sebastien pleaded as he felt Neil’s mouth draw nearer to his aching, fully extended cock. The male prostitute muttered something incomprehensible, stopping his tongue at the oval navel and digging its pointed tip into the tiny hole. At the same time, he pushed his big hands in, fitting the tight, smooth, rounded globes easily into his palms. While he swirled his tongue around the area of Sebastien’s belly button, Neil kneaded his ass cheeks as though he was a skilled baker and they were fresh dough, squeezing the taut flesh between his fingers then moving his hands further down the narrow crack separating the full cheeks.

  * * * *

  Neil finally managed to push his fingers into that narrow ass crack. He moved his digits up toward Sebastien’s balls until he could feel the few silken black cock hairs poking out around the bottom edge of the crevice. He stroked the sensitive strip of skin gently, making Sebastien jerk his legs together involuntarily. The young man drove his tongue deeper into Neil’s mouth while he squeezed his knees against Neil’s side.

  Neil pulled away once more from Sebastien’s mouth, with a loud, wet sucking noise, closing his eyes and letting out a low, animal-like moan while he slid lower down on the bed. He still held onto his john’s buttocks, his fingers moving now back down to the tight hole that had been t
he original target of his ass probing. Neil moved lower and lower, his mouth passing the spit-slicked navel, hovering over the bristling bush of cock hairs. Just below him lay Sebastien’s stiff, throbbing cock, its flared tip glowing red like the tip of a heated poker. Without warning, he dropped his head, opening his mouth and taking the fat dickhead gently between his lips while he flicked his tongue over the dribbling slit.

  Neil treated Sebastien to one of his famous blow jobs, not just sucking him, but deep-throating him. Neil was perfectly capable of bringing a john to orgasm just with his mouth, but he knew that Sebastien liked the oral sex to be a mere warm-up for the main event—namely, Neil’s cock up his ass, fucking him good and hard. Quite unselfishly, Neil sucked, getting off on it every bit as much as the recipient of his oral attention was.

  Neil finally stopped sucking and pulled away from his trick after several more minutes of wild pawing and thrashing, sliding out from under the other young man and pushing him around until their original positions were reversed. Blindly, Neil reached out with his right arm and searched for the tube of lubricant he’d seen on top of the nightstand.

  Neil planted a long, wet, tongue-lashing kiss on Sebastien’s mouth then pulled away as he moved the tube over to his left hand. Balancing himself on the bed carefully, the hustler squeezed a large blob of the translucent gel into the palm of his right hand, dropping the tube back onto the nightstand while he moved the hand to his dull-red cockhead.

  * * * *

  Sebastien lifted his head a few inches off the pillow and watched Neil slick up his cock, before and after selecting a condom and unrolling the rubber down over its cylindrical bulk. There was something frightening and threatening about the male whore’s long, thick pole as it jutted out of the hairy groin and pointed at Sebastien like a heat-seeking guided missile on its launch pad, poised for takeoff and attack. It seemed to glisten with a sinister gleam as Neil finished slicking it up then leaned forward again and forced Sebastien to lie back down on the bed.

  “Do you really think you’re man enough to take it?” Neil teased.

  “You know damn well I am. You’ve had it in there often enough.”

  “You want to get fucked? You’re going to get fucked, all right. You’re going to get fucked good and hard,” Neil boasted.

  “Try doing your fucking with that big dick of yours, instead of with your big mouth,” Sebastien retorted, although he softened the comment by accompanying it with an inviting smile. “Come on, stud. Quit fooling around and give it to me. Shove it in. I’m ready.”

  For all his show of bravado, Sebastien held his breath in anticipation as Neil positioned himself for the initial entry. Sebastien could feel the rounded tip of the cock brushing against his buttocks, touching first the right then the left cheek.

  * * * *

  Neil had his head tilted down until his chin was nearly touching his chest as he carefully watched his prick hover over the butt target.

  Then with one smooth movement, Neil lowered his chest to Sebastien’s, sliding his hands up to the other man’s shoulders to steady him while he hunched his muscular thighs forward and pushed his hot, spongy dickhead right up against the asshole lips. Neil pinched up his face in concentration and struggled in Sebastien’s strong grip as he felt the pressure build up against the tight hole.

  * * * *

  Sebastien loved to get fucked, but despite that fact, he never particularly enjoyed the first moment of penetration when he got fucked by a really big cock. It always took him a little while to relax and surrender his body to the assault. And Neil was hung so big, he always hurt him, at least at the beginning.

  “Take it easy,” Sebastien mumbled as that familiar burning sensation and ache around his sphincter started up once more. “You’re not exactly hung small, you know!”

  * * * *

  “Sure.” Neil pressed his head against Sebastien’s heaving chest, turning it to one side and pressing his ear against the hot flesh, as though he intended to monitor Sebastien’s heartbeat, while he kept on pushing harder but gently, easing himself in inch by inch. He could hear the other man’s heart pounding furiously through the solid layer of pectoral muscle. Neil grunted like a bull in rut, tempted to ignore Sebastien’s pleas for him to go slower and just take the other man, all at once. He felt a fury of lust sweep over him—the age-old, primeval fury of frustrated male lust. He was going to possess that butch ass, no matter how tight it was, and no matter how loudly Sebastien yelled in protest. He was going to fuck this man!

  “That’s right, you fucker! Rape me! Rape my horny ass!” Sebastien rasped.

  But then, as though in meek submission to the aggressor’s surge of animal-like energy, Sebastien’s sphincter gave way, relaxing and allowing Neil’s thick, meaty cockhead to slide in easily. The fuckee let out a sigh of relief, matched by one coming from Neil, who then sighed even louder, in ecstasy, as he felt the bottom flange of his mushroom-shaped head slip past the clinging ass lips and start burrowing down into the depths of Sebastien’s body. More and more hot, hard inches slid into the hole as Sebastien lay motionless on the bed, waiting for the touch of his fucker’s hairy, muscular groin against his sphincter.

  Finally Neil’s crotch nestled snugly against Sebastien’s. The two men lay panting, sweating, gasping together, locked in one another’s arms as each exulted in the heat and excitement of their coupling. They were both fighting for breath. Neil moved his head around until his forehead pressed against Sebastien’s left cheek. He raised himself slightly, then turned and planted light, feathery kisses on the other man’s hot face. Sebastien shuddered, scissoring his legs more tightly around Neil’s body while he squeezed his ass cheeks together and started taking a much more aggressive role in the fucking, milking the impaling cockshaft with his ass. That was the signal for Neil to begin his thrusting and start on the road that would bring the act to its ultimate climax.

  He began to fuck, slowly at first, drawing out his long pole while Sebastien’s asshole rim clung to the sides of the cock, as though determined to retain its bulk within its circumference. When he reached the end of his prick and could feel it nearly slipping out, Neil paused then pushed back in, screwing in his prick until his groin once more impacted against Sebastien’s butt. He repeated this tantalizing action over and over, varying it by sometimes shifting his hips from side to side or tilting his crotch at a slightly different angle to change the amount of friction he was exerting. He was, after all, a professional fucker who prided himself on his stamina, and his ability to satisfy his customers.

  The two men fucked like this for long minutes on end, exulting in the union of their bodies. But they couldn’t keep it up indefinitely. The urge toward orgasm was too strong, too insistent, to be denied.

  * * * *

  “Jesus!” Neil cried out. Then he made a strange, high-pitched whimpering sound as his body froze and his sturdy limbs trembled. He was coming! Sebastien could feel his cock expanding slightly inside his body, then start to throb rhythmically. At the same time, Neil fell completely on top of him, sobbing and choking something incoherent as he dug his fingertips painfully into Sebastien’s sides and jerked his torso back and forth over his chest.

  “That’s right! Come, come, goddamn you!” Sebastien yelled as he jerked his fingers harder up and down his cock. He could feel the tightness build, that familiar frantic need growing stronger and stronger as Neil neared the end of his orgasm. Then Sebastien spilled over, crying out Neil’s name as he held his fist tightly clamped around his rod and let the hot jism spurt out onto his chest.

  When it was over, Neil pulled reluctantly out, kissed Sebastien lightly on the mouth, then slid off the bed. Standing naked beside it, he peeled the filled condom off his cock and tied a knot in it, to prevent his semen from escaping. He went into Sebastien’s bathroom to discard the tiny balloon in the waste can there, then went back to the bedroom, picked his clothes up from the floor, and began dressing, without saying a word at first. This was the usual r
itual they had established after their sex sessions, silently agreed upon by both men. Although other gay men might have considered it too cold and businesslike, even for the aftermath of a commercial transaction, it at least avoided the awkwardness of having to make small talk after orgasm.

  It was true that, offered the choice, Neil would have preferred to linger, even on his own time—to remain nestled in the masculine warmth of Sebastien’s embrace. Then, he could have pretended, if for only a few minutes, that he wasn’t a whore, and that this attractive, pleasant, somewhat baffling man was actually his lover, not just another trick. But, as with most things, Sebastien had his way in the end.

  “Good night, Neil,” Sebastien mumbled. “Stay warm.” For Sebastien, this was a lengthy post-orgasmic conversation.

  “Good night, Sebastien.”

  “And thank you.”

  “My pleasure.”

  “Don’t forget that I’m going to want to see you again, the night before I leave. Like I said, I’ll take you out to dinner, somewhere nice, first. Some place dressy. We’ll have ourselves a real going-away party.”

  “All right. I’ll tell Ivan.”

  They exchanged final good nights. Sebastien’s voice already sounded thick with the drowsiness of post-orgasmic relaxation.

  On his way out of the apartment, Neil retrieved his parka and slipped it on, making sure the envelope was still in the pocket. He didn’t have to open it and count the bills to know that it contained a generous tip, virtually matching the fee he would receive after the agency took its cut. Sebastien was generous by nature, and he believed wholeheartedly in the principal that you usually got what you paid for.

  Chapter Three:

  The Reading of the Will

  The following morning was clear and crisply cold. Sebastien saw no reason to deviate from his usual routine. He ate his breakfast in front of the TV, then went out, bought his newspaper, and read it in a coffee shop. Then it was time to catch a bus to take him downtown, to the law firm’s office.