A Business Proposition Enjoy

Clint reached over the desk and shook Terry’s hand in a strong grip. 
“I’m glad we were able to come to an agreement,” he said, smiling at
Terry.

“Now that we’re done with that, I’d like to discuss another kind of
merger,” Terry said, smiling at Clint.  He loosened his tie, looking
over Clint’s muscular body appraisingly.  “I’d like to suck your cock.”

“Excuse me?” Clint asked in astonishment.  The idea of two powerful
CEO’s having this conversation was incredible.  Terry grinned at him,
white teeth against tanned skin.

“You heard me,” he said, walking around the desk and moving Clint’s
chair to face him.  “Take it out.”

Clint opened his fly, exposing his half-hard cock.  It wasn’t that
long, but it was thick and growing thicker with every passing second. 
Terry ran his hands over his groin, pulling his dick up from where it
was throbbing against his thigh.  It poked out against his zipper.  “I
knew you’d have a fat one,” he said to Clint, who was holding his own
cock loosely and starting at Terry’s straining zipper.

“Let me see yours,” Clint breathed.  Terry smiled and unzipped his
zipper.  He wore no underwear, and his long, thin prick bobbed
enticingly in front of Clint’s mouth.  Still holding his now completely
erect cock, Clint reached out and touched Terry’s dick, running his
fingers over the rounded head.  A drop of pre-cum appeared at the tip
of Terry’s prick, and Clint ran his fingers through it.

Terry reached down and grabbed Clint’s wrist.  “Not so fast,” he said.
“I said I wanted to suck your cock and that’s what I’m going to do.” 
He knelt and pushed Clint’s chair back, moving his hand aside so he
could swallow the wide shaft.

“Oh fuck,” Clint groaned as Terry’s hot warm mouth descended onto his
aching dick.  Terry’s lips were spread wide as he moved up and down
Clint’s dick, sucking so hard that it felt like a vacuum pulling on
Clint’s skin.  He rested his hand on the back of Terry’s neck and
pushed down as he lifted his hips, forcing his cock deep into his new
business partner’s mouth.

Terry gagged and then bravely sucked some more.  Clint was fucking his
mouth as much as he could without slipping out of the chair, his fat
dickhead popping in and out of Terry’s lips, saliva running down the
shaft.  Clint pinched the skin at the base of his dick and pressed on
the back of Terry’s mouth again, screwing it in and out with a jerky
motion.

“Oh shit, I’m gonna cum,” Clint groaned, holding Terry’s head down as
his dick exploded in a geyser of cum, spraying the inside of Terry’s
wet mouth.  “Fuck yeah,” he grunted, pushing his dick up and down a few
more times as Terry milked out the last of his cum.

Terry stood up, his dick even harder than before, poking out of his
fly.  “Nice load,” he said, and reached down to stroke his dick.  Clint
watched in fascination, his own cock deflating slowly as Terry humped
his fist.  He pulled his hand along the entire length of his rod,
twisting his fingers around his cockhead when he reached the end.

Moving faster and faster, Terry thrust his hips forward and groaned. 
“Open your mouth,” he said, stepping towards Clint.  Clint opened his
mouth, and after a few more jerks on his swollen prick, Terry pressed
his cockhead against Clint’s tongue.  He watched his prick jerk as it
spit out his creamy cum.  Clint closed his mouth and swallowed, and
then Terry wiped his dick on Clint’s lips, leaving a sticky trail of
semen for him to lick off.

“Well,” Terry said, zipping up his pants and stepping around to the
other side of the desk.  “I believe our business is finished.”  He
shook Clint’s hand.  “Thank you for your time.  I’ll have my lawyers
speak to your lawyers, and they’ll seal the rest of the contract.”

Clint watched in disorientation as Terry headed for the door.  “One
more thing,” Terry said, pausing by the door and smiling.

“What’s that?” Clint asked, his prick jerking hopefully.

“You might want to wipe off your mouth.  Your next appointment is
here.”