As he fell back exhausted, cradling his instrument against his tool, the music changed to a calmer, sweeter, descending melody that purred like a large jungle cat. He brought the solo to a close with a low, soft, simple series of four repeated notes that sounded like nothing so much as an ‘amen’ after prayer – as I guess, in a sense, it was…

As he lay back, and the sax slipped from his mouth, his heavy-lidded eyes opened languidly and he stared straight ahead – straight at the window which I was staring into – and seemingly, straight into my own eyes! I was sure he saw me standing there. I scuttled back to my bedroom as fast as my still-hard erection would allow, and jumped into bed and under the covers. I lay there for a while with my thoughts swirling like the notes of the sax, remembering each detail of Tony’s gorgeous body, imprinting them on my mind for future use.

After a few moments, I heard the bedroom door creak quietly open. Silhouetted in the door frame was my host, my boss, Tony Solacio. There was a night light by the door, and I could just see that, while he had slipped his jeans back on, he was still bare-chested, his compact, manly torso slick and gleaming with sweat from his musical and sexual exertions. He very slowly and quietly stepped over to the side of the bed – I had my head turned towards him, and was faking sleep, but my eyes were open just enough to see. He very gently placed one hand on the headboard, and leaned over me, and air-kissed my forehead, and very quietly whispered “Good night, sweet Prince.”

Before he could straighten back up I pounced – I shot upright and grabbed him around the waist with both arms so he couldn’t get away, and planted a hard kiss firmly on his navel. He jumped up, and tried to back away but I held him too tight. He was gibbering stuff like “I’m so sorry – I thought you were asleep – I’m sorry – I didn’t mean anything – oh…” Until he realized that I was still kissing him, and spreading my kisses down to his thighs, and tasting the roughness of the denim and savoring the smell of his funky man-scent that they carried. I threw one arm around his waist, and with the other hand got his jeans unzipped, and hauled out the beautiful uncut cock that I found inside. I gently lifted it to my eager lips and kissed it, and licked some leftover cum out of the sheath of his foreskin, and then looked up the length of his beautiful torso to meet his gorgeous eyes and said “I’ve wanted to do this since I interviewed for the job with you. May I?”

He groaned “I’ve wanted you to do this since I first saw you that day but I didn’t know how to ask. Oh please, don’t stop like you did with the massage tonight – I couldn’t stand it if you stopped – I’d go completely crazy!”

By now I’m lying on my stomach crosswise on the bed, supporting myself on my elbows, while I am going after his sweet cock, which is making a rapid comeback. I am pulling him tighter to me with both hands on his hot little buns, and he has his hands in my hair, stroking my cheeks, moving over my shoulders and back like I did his