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The day has been really intense. It was not easy to find an understanding with representatives of Qatar's largest financier for the take-off of a joint venture in the field of electronic optics, which he had been working on for almost six months. And it is not certain that tomorrow the circle will close positively.
Engineer Sergio M., 60 years old, managing director of STM logistics spa, based in the rich province of Treviso but with a reference partner in Lugano, with a strong growing turnover since many years, is tired but satisfied with the promising turn the negotiation seems to have taken. Now he is relaxing in a Latvian suite at the Hotel Majestic in Munich.
Naked, he appreciates the softness of the linen-silk sheets. He appreciates even more the skilful work of Giacomo, 55 years old, the trusted masseur who has become his personal assistant and now accompanies him on all his business trips. Sergio closes his eyes and lets himself go to all that, without uttering a word, Giacomo believes he is doing. Even Giacomo is all naked. He has already masterfully massaged his shoulders and legs; now he dedicates himself to caressing his balls and then, immediately afterwards, to pulling his cock up.
Giacomo knows that body well and knows how to resurrect that still deflated cock. He stretches his hands on the engineer's chest and gently pats his prickly nipples with his fingertips. Sergius sighs with bliss. Giacomo leans to take them in his mouth and begins to suck them voraciously. Sergio, always with his eyes closed, breathes more breathlessly, hints at moaning: he begins to enjoy it, and Giacomo notes with satisfaction that once again the engineer's cock suddenly comes to life and in less than a minute it rises.
It's time to give him a little bit of a blowjob and take it in the mouth and start a slow but irresistible mouthpiece, accompanied by a work of hands and fingers that runs over the balls, but then extends into the inner thigh and ends up in the back groove where the anus opens. When, at the height of the excitement, the engineer lets himself go for a nice liberating cumshot in his mouth, Giacomo swallows everything and continues to hold it in his mouth, while his middle finger is already all in his head's ass and stimulates his prostate, until he collects the last drop.
Sergio nods off like this, with a vague smile on his lips. Giacomo arranges his sheets for him and lies by his side, with his dick in the air, waiting to get back into action during the night.
He knows that, after a few hours of deep sleep, Sergio will wake up again and start groping his cock. And then, always without any word, he will have to put Sergio on his stomach, lick his asshole well, then stab him with the considerable power of his cock, pump him like a plunger, and finally fill him with lukewarm cum. And he knows that right after that, the engineer will sleep happily till morning.
That's what's repeated tonight. It's happened at least a dozen times, but they're both not addicted to it. Beyond the sexual fact there is a deeper enjoyment between them, which reflects the pleasure of intimacy and complicity, of a physical and emotional understanding enhanced by the absolute confidentiality of the relationship and the feeling of loyalty and fidelity that unites them, regardless of the abysmal distance of their respective professional roles.
And as soon as they wake up they find themselves together in the shower, where they grope, rub, make out, until Giacomo resumes his work of language and licks it in every corner of his body.
When the engineer had proposed to the Board of Directors the hiring of a personal assistant to the management with reserved tasks, the four partners were quite surprised and perplexed. What was this assistant for? And who was he? And what duties would he be in charge of? And how would the particular secretariat of the CEO react?
Undoubtedly a very strange thing, completely unprecedented. But to the ideas and indications of a strong and decisive person like Mr. Sergio, who had led the company to gigantic turnovers in recent years, there were no reservations or objections in the Board of Directors for some time now.
Sergio was a man with a well-defined figure: 60 years old, well dressed, with salt and pepper hair, not exactly slim build but firmed by gymnastics, clear eyes until they looked glassy in some circumstances, direct, sure, authoritative look. He had not been among the founders of the company, he had been hired as deputy human resources manager; but, in just over 20 years of activity, he had climbed all the management ranks, up to the general management and entry into the capital, where he had poured savings and stock options.
For 8 years he had been appointed managing director, mainly thanks to the support of the Italian-Swiss financial company which, over the years, had increased its shareholding up to 35% and which had seen him as the right man to carry out an impressive project of growth in production diversification and expansion in the markets. The great success of the last 5 years in terms of turnover had consecrated the managerial carat of the engineer in the company and in the main industrial environments of Veneto and Lombardy, but also of Austria and Slovenia, as well as in the specialized press, making admiration and envy, hate and love grow in unison, but in any case prestige and respect.
The reasons given by the engineer to the Council were hasty, cryptic. Because of the burden of management commitments, the impressive multiplication of external relations, the continuous travel and travel to Rome and Milan, but especially abroad, he needed a confidential and trustworthy person to accompany him and facilitate him in all operational needs.
He, the mysterious special assistant who came out of the CEO's hat, was Giacomo S., whose curriculum vitae was never provided to the Human Resources Office, but whose qualities and aptitudes Sergio had declared himself a guarantor. After all, of his qualities and aptitudes it was precisely the managing director who was the exclusive user and judge, and therefore pleased him ....
Giacomo was a handsome man of the apparent age of 50 years, physically well put, clearly well trained, with a very reserved, kind and polite demeanor, but to all intents and purposes a foreign body in the company. He was the invisible shadow of the CEO, discreet and almost impalpable, he appeared and disappeared with him, he didn't exchange words with anyone, except, when really necessary, with the secretary Viola.
Sergio had met and appreciated him more and more by attending FitLab2000, the most renowned physiotherapy studio in the area, which he had relied on to alleviate the discomfort of a lumbosciatica that afflicted him periodically. And FitLab2000, honored to be able to serve such a prestigious client, had put him in the hands of Giacomo, the most multi-specialized operator at his disposal, explaining that he would assist him not only in the massage room but also in the pool and gym, of course on days and hours compatible with his onerous business commitments.
And with Giacomo the engineer had immediately found himself in tune, not only because he was really good at his job, but also and above all for his professional seriousness: absolute dedication and confidentiality, exceptional intuition, a few words and whispered in a low voice, a silent but active and comforting presence, which made him feel fully at ease. What is certain is that, week after week, their understanding had become perfect and for Sergio the fitness sessions had become a very relaxing and pleasant appointment. Giacomo practiced a very personalized postural, massaged him with mastery and captured his every slightest reaction to understand how and where to insist; not to mention the exercises in the pool, where he lifted him, ironed him and manipulated him with a delicacy equal to the ease of contact and rubbing. Needless to say, by the very nature of those exercises, their physical intimacy grew with each appointment.
Sergio spent every Friday night, before returning home, at the FitLab2000 where Giacomo waited for him even though his working hours were over and there was no one in the studio. At the end of the week he was really tired, but that abundant hour of massages, manipulations and exercises gave him refreshment. The postural cycles had long since been completed, but Sergio continued to attend the FitLab2000 because under Giacomo's skilful hands he felt reborn. By now it had become a physical pleasure, erotic, more and more pressing, and also evident: a kind of game that was bewitching him more and more every day, precisely because Sergio saw the most forbidden fantasies realized as in a dream, without testing his modesty and his style.
Giacomo had readily noticed that, not by chance, with apparent carelessness, he touched him, palpated him, rubbed him where Sergio wanted him to and didn't have the courage to ask him. And Sergio liked Giacomo's delicate and respectful resourcefulness so much that, without saying or asking anything, he now passed his hands in his most intimate parts, played with his balls, massaged his cock with confidence, and palpated his ass with ease. And each time he went further, making him feel distinctly the burst of his inhaled member, trying to grasp the effects of his most impertinent massages and testing even the slightest reaction to his every initiative.
In short, without having said anything to each other, or rather continuing to maintain a rather formal cordial relationship, they had entered into a deep intimacy. And they had maintained this attitude a bit English even after Giacomo had begun to work with his mouth and tongue as much as his cock and ass. Sergio stood with his eyes closed and let him do it, limiting himself to moans of pleasure, while Giacomo first sucked his nipples, then his cock, and then stuck his tongue in the groove of his ass.
At the end of the session, before his leave, Giacomo would limit himself to asking the engineer the same question: "Did everything go well, Doctor?". "Everything's fine, Giacomo, thank you", answered Sergio. And for Giacomo this meant that next time he could go further.
By now their relationship was consolidating in this particular, very original way. But, even if no clarification had ever intervened in an explicit way, Sergio had discovered a completely new and unexpected dimension of physical enjoyment and felt he couldn't do without it. He had always been straight, he still had a very pleasant wife, he was quite easy to succeed among women, and not only because of his status as a successful manager. Nothing had ever happened to him that had any relationship with bisexual sex, although he was not insensitive to a lightning erotic suggestion with a Swedish manager in the sauna of a London hotel. He had fantasized about it a bit, but he had never seriously thought about it, especially because of the insurmountable difficulty for him to seek a correspondence of intentions in others and to express his own.
Giacomo now solved every problem for him, interpreting and anticipating his wishes and removing him from all embarrassment. He did everything, knowing that he was doing things that were pleasing to him.
And the Friday evening appointment had marked an unstoppable progress along the scale of this new pleasure. For several weeks now the soft eroticism of touching, rubbing, groping, licking had left the field to unequivocal and irreversible acts. There wasn't a session in which Giacomo didn't give him a nice blowjob and swallow and, putting him on his stomach underneath, didn't proceed to open his ass with his cock quivering and fill it with lukewarm cum. And there wasn't a session that didn't end as usual, with Giacomo asking "All well, Doctor?", and him saying "All well, Giacomo, thanks for everything and good night".
A clarification at a certain point had intervened between them. And it happened when, at the end of yet another session, Sergio proposed to Giacomo to leave his job at FitLab2000 and to become his personal assistant in the company. "Think about it, Giacomo", the engineer had said laconically before leaving, knowing that he was offering him an important role and at least three times the remuneration he perceived. And Giacomo, at first rather confused by the unexpected perspective, had thanked him, reserving the right to communicate his decisions the following Monday morning.
Engineer Sergio M., 60 years old, managing director of STM logistics spa, based in the rich province of Treviso but with a reference partner in Lugano, with a strong growing turnover since many years, is tired but satisfied with the promising turn the negotiation seems to have taken. Now he is relaxing in a Latvian suite at the Hotel Majestic in Munich.
Naked, he appreciates the softness of the linen-silk sheets. He appreciates even more the skilful work of Giacomo, 55 years old, the trusted masseur who has become his personal assistant and now accompanies him on all his business trips. Sergio closes his eyes and lets himself go to all that, without uttering a word, Giacomo believes he is doing. Even Giacomo is all naked. He has already masterfully massaged his shoulders and legs; now he dedicates himself to caressing his balls and then, immediately afterwards, to pulling his cock up.
Giacomo knows that body well and knows how to resurrect that still deflated cock. He stretches his hands on the engineer's chest and gently pats his prickly nipples with his fingertips. Sergius sighs with bliss. Giacomo leans to take them in his mouth and begins to suck them voraciously. Sergio, always with his eyes closed, breathes more breathlessly, hints at moaning: he begins to enjoy it, and Giacomo notes with satisfaction that once again the engineer's cock suddenly comes to life and in less than a minute it rises.
It's time to give him a little bit of a blowjob and take it in the mouth and start a slow but irresistible mouthpiece, accompanied by a work of hands and fingers that runs over the balls, but then extends into the inner thigh and ends up in the back groove where the anus opens. When, at the height of the excitement, the engineer lets himself go for a nice liberating cumshot in his mouth, Giacomo swallows everything and continues to hold it in his mouth, while his middle finger is already all in his head's ass and stimulates his prostate, until he collects the last drop.
Sergio nods off like this, with a vague smile on his lips. Giacomo arranges his sheets for him and lies by his side, with his dick in the air, waiting to get back into action during the night.
He knows that, after a few hours of deep sleep, Sergio will wake up again and start groping his cock. And then, always without any word, he will have to put Sergio on his stomach, lick his asshole well, then stab him with the considerable power of his cock, pump him like a plunger, and finally fill him with lukewarm cum. And he knows that right after that, the engineer will sleep happily till morning.
That's what's repeated tonight. It's happened at least a dozen times, but they're both not addicted to it. Beyond the sexual fact there is a deeper enjoyment between them, which reflects the pleasure of intimacy and complicity, of a physical and emotional understanding enhanced by the absolute confidentiality of the relationship and the feeling of loyalty and fidelity that unites them, regardless of the abysmal distance of their respective professional roles.
And as soon as they wake up they find themselves together in the shower, where they grope, rub, make out, until Giacomo resumes his work of language and licks it in every corner of his body.
When the engineer had proposed to the Board of Directors the hiring of a personal assistant to the management with reserved tasks, the four partners were quite surprised and perplexed. What was this assistant for? And who was he? And what duties would he be in charge of? And how would the particular secretariat of the CEO react?
Undoubtedly a very strange thing, completely unprecedented. But to the ideas and indications of a strong and decisive person like Mr. Sergio, who had led the company to gigantic turnovers in recent years, there were no reservations or objections in the Board of Directors for some time now.
Sergio was a man with a well-defined figure: 60 years old, well dressed, with salt and pepper hair, not exactly slim build but firmed by gymnastics, clear eyes until they looked glassy in some circumstances, direct, sure, authoritative look. He had not been among the founders of the company, he had been hired as deputy human resources manager; but, in just over 20 years of activity, he had climbed all the management ranks, up to the general management and entry into the capital, where he had poured savings and stock options.
For 8 years he had been appointed managing director, mainly thanks to the support of the Italian-Swiss financial company which, over the years, had increased its shareholding up to 35% and which had seen him as the right man to carry out an impressive project of growth in production diversification and expansion in the markets. The great success of the last 5 years in terms of turnover had consecrated the managerial carat of the engineer in the company and in the main industrial environments of Veneto and Lombardy, but also of Austria and Slovenia, as well as in the specialized press, making admiration and envy, hate and love grow in unison, but in any case prestige and respect.
The reasons given by the engineer to the Council were hasty, cryptic. Because of the burden of management commitments, the impressive multiplication of external relations, the continuous travel and travel to Rome and Milan, but especially abroad, he needed a confidential and trustworthy person to accompany him and facilitate him in all operational needs.
He, the mysterious special assistant who came out of the CEO's hat, was Giacomo S., whose curriculum vitae was never provided to the Human Resources Office, but whose qualities and aptitudes Sergio had declared himself a guarantor. After all, of his qualities and aptitudes it was precisely the managing director who was the exclusive user and judge, and therefore pleased him ....
Giacomo was a handsome man of the apparent age of 50 years, physically well put, clearly well trained, with a very reserved, kind and polite demeanor, but to all intents and purposes a foreign body in the company. He was the invisible shadow of the CEO, discreet and almost impalpable, he appeared and disappeared with him, he didn't exchange words with anyone, except, when really necessary, with the secretary Viola.
Sergio had met and appreciated him more and more by attending FitLab2000, the most renowned physiotherapy studio in the area, which he had relied on to alleviate the discomfort of a lumbosciatica that afflicted him periodically. And FitLab2000, honored to be able to serve such a prestigious client, had put him in the hands of Giacomo, the most multi-specialized operator at his disposal, explaining that he would assist him not only in the massage room but also in the pool and gym, of course on days and hours compatible with his onerous business commitments.
And with Giacomo the engineer had immediately found himself in tune, not only because he was really good at his job, but also and above all for his professional seriousness: absolute dedication and confidentiality, exceptional intuition, a few words and whispered in a low voice, a silent but active and comforting presence, which made him feel fully at ease. What is certain is that, week after week, their understanding had become perfect and for Sergio the fitness sessions had become a very relaxing and pleasant appointment. Giacomo practiced a very personalized postural, massaged him with mastery and captured his every slightest reaction to understand how and where to insist; not to mention the exercises in the pool, where he lifted him, ironed him and manipulated him with a delicacy equal to the ease of contact and rubbing. Needless to say, by the very nature of those exercises, their physical intimacy grew with each appointment.
Sergio spent every Friday night, before returning home, at the FitLab2000 where Giacomo waited for him even though his working hours were over and there was no one in the studio. At the end of the week he was really tired, but that abundant hour of massages, manipulations and exercises gave him refreshment. The postural cycles had long since been completed, but Sergio continued to attend the FitLab2000 because under Giacomo's skilful hands he felt reborn. By now it had become a physical pleasure, erotic, more and more pressing, and also evident: a kind of game that was bewitching him more and more every day, precisely because Sergio saw the most forbidden fantasies realized as in a dream, without testing his modesty and his style.
Giacomo had readily noticed that, not by chance, with apparent carelessness, he touched him, palpated him, rubbed him where Sergio wanted him to and didn't have the courage to ask him. And Sergio liked Giacomo's delicate and respectful resourcefulness so much that, without saying or asking anything, he now passed his hands in his most intimate parts, played with his balls, massaged his cock with confidence, and palpated his ass with ease. And each time he went further, making him feel distinctly the burst of his inhaled member, trying to grasp the effects of his most impertinent massages and testing even the slightest reaction to his every initiative.
In short, without having said anything to each other, or rather continuing to maintain a rather formal cordial relationship, they had entered into a deep intimacy. And they had maintained this attitude a bit English even after Giacomo had begun to work with his mouth and tongue as much as his cock and ass. Sergio stood with his eyes closed and let him do it, limiting himself to moans of pleasure, while Giacomo first sucked his nipples, then his cock, and then stuck his tongue in the groove of his ass.
At the end of the session, before his leave, Giacomo would limit himself to asking the engineer the same question: "Did everything go well, Doctor?". "Everything's fine, Giacomo, thank you", answered Sergio. And for Giacomo this meant that next time he could go further.
By now their relationship was consolidating in this particular, very original way. But, even if no clarification had ever intervened in an explicit way, Sergio had discovered a completely new and unexpected dimension of physical enjoyment and felt he couldn't do without it. He had always been straight, he still had a very pleasant wife, he was quite easy to succeed among women, and not only because of his status as a successful manager. Nothing had ever happened to him that had any relationship with bisexual sex, although he was not insensitive to a lightning erotic suggestion with a Swedish manager in the sauna of a London hotel. He had fantasized about it a bit, but he had never seriously thought about it, especially because of the insurmountable difficulty for him to seek a correspondence of intentions in others and to express his own.
Giacomo now solved every problem for him, interpreting and anticipating his wishes and removing him from all embarrassment. He did everything, knowing that he was doing things that were pleasing to him.
And the Friday evening appointment had marked an unstoppable progress along the scale of this new pleasure. For several weeks now the soft eroticism of touching, rubbing, groping, licking had left the field to unequivocal and irreversible acts. There wasn't a session in which Giacomo didn't give him a nice blowjob and swallow and, putting him on his stomach underneath, didn't proceed to open his ass with his cock quivering and fill it with lukewarm cum. And there wasn't a session that didn't end as usual, with Giacomo asking "All well, Doctor?", and him saying "All well, Giacomo, thanks for everything and good night".
A clarification at a certain point had intervened between them. And it happened when, at the end of yet another session, Sergio proposed to Giacomo to leave his job at FitLab2000 and to become his personal assistant in the company. "Think about it, Giacomo", the engineer had said laconically before leaving, knowing that he was offering him an important role and at least three times the remuneration he perceived. And Giacomo, at first rather confused by the unexpected perspective, had thanked him, reserving the right to communicate his decisions the following Monday morning.
