~~ Mateo pulled into the Francisco Grande at just after eight in the evening. He left his keys in the car for the valet and grabbed his suitcase. He looked up at the top of the hotel and wondered why it looked like the giant rim of a baseball hat. Upon entering the hotel he was told why. The Francisco Grande was built for major league baseball players to work and play. The main tower looked like a sports stadium. Mateo got his room key and made his way up to the penthouse. He slid the key in the door and immediately made his way to the floor-to-ceiling windows. A beautiful view of the golf course spread out all around. The room was comfortable and exquisite, with a king size bed and two end tables along one wall. A beige sofa sat on the other side of the room with a hutch across from it. Mateo looked at the bed again. He needed to get laid, or sucked. Mateo looked around, then came back to the bellhop and handed him a twenty. “Any good gay bars around here?”
“Sir?” The bellhop blushed.
“Gay bars. I’ve got a good gaydar kid. Now tell me, where’s the nearest one?”
“Um, that would be Diabolique.”
“Diabolique, huh?” Mateo digested the information. “Thanks kid, have a good night.”
~~*~~ By the time Mateo got to Diabolique it was after ten. The place was packed and the lighting was low, so low he had to narrow his eyes and wait for them to adjust. Bare wooden floors were littered with peanut shells and there were major league baseball team pennants on the walls. He counted six pool tables across from the bar along with a dart board on one wall. There were men spread out all over and the music was late eighties rock bands. Mateo rolled his eyes and made his way in. He felt eyes on his ass and made his way over to the bar.
He ordered a beer and sat, legs spread on the bar stool, taking in his surroundings. He had seen one of these places before, he called it the I’m- gay- but -I don’twant- people- to –know Bar. A Large curtain spread across the far back wall and Mateo smiled. A curtain room. If you didn’t want the hassle of a relationship, the curtain room was for you. If you wanted a quick fuck or blow, the curtain room was for you. Basically the curtain room was for Mateo.
“You should try the back room.” Mateo turned to see the bartender smiling at him, short black hair and grey eyes looked at him like he was naked. Hmm… nice. “Oh yeah, how come?”
“Guys for one. The rich kind. Those wanting to hide their sexuality, but still willing to give a guy a good time.”
“Clean?” Mateo cocked a brow. “ Oh, hell yes! These guys are blue bloods, and I’m pretty sure they test themselves once a day. Especially if they sneeze or touch someone they think is beneath them.”
Mateo chuckled. “Maybe I’ll check it out then.” He threw a five dollar bill on the bar and made his way towards the back. Opening the curtain, he allowed a fleeting amount of light in and barely caught a glimpse of his options before the curtain closed. Most of the men were against the wall. Their polo shirts pulled up so they could watch their dicks being sucked, and pants around their ankles, feet encased in expensive loafers. The soft red glow illuminated profiles and Mateo squinted trying to get a good look at what was on the table. A hand ran up his thigh and Mateo moved to get a profile shot. Strong square jaw and a full bottom lip were the most prominent features. Mateo waited for the hand to grip him. He closed his eyes and went by what his body told him. If the hand didn’t give him a hard on at first touch, it was off. Mateo sucked in a tight breath. The hand hadn’t even made it to his cock yet, and he was rock hard. A whisper of breath caressed his lips and his hand ventured to Mystery Man’s cock. A nice sized prick leaned to the left and pulsed in his hand.
Mateo felt his dick get harder. He didn’t think that was possible. For a split second Mateo thought about pushing the Mystery Man away from his lips, but his breath was fanning Mateo’s face and fuck but his cock was hard. No words were spoken as Mateo rested his hand on the nape of the other man’s neck. A gentle pull and Mystery Man’s lips met with Mateo’s. His tongue slid in, tasting at first. Groaning, he licked deeply. He didn’t normally kiss anyone, too personal. Mystery Man had a sinful mouth. His tongue was exploring Mateo’s, sucking on it, rubbing it, nibbling on it. The guy’s hands were all over him, grabbing his ass and rubbing the rock hard bulge in the front of his jeans. Mystery Man made his way down, unbuttoning Mateo’s jeans and pulled his dick out. Mateo closed his eyes and gripped Mystery Man’s hair.
There was a loud moan and Mateo realized it had come from him. Mystery Man’s mouth seemed to be everywhere at once taking him in and deep-throating him like he was four inches instead of eight. Then he began sucking, licking and biting the head of his dick. Mystery man teased and teased some more until Mateo couldn’t take it anymore. God, he was going to cum in less than a minute! His balls drew taut and he swore. His spine snapped up straight, and it took everything he had not to cum screaming, as he emptied his entire load into Mystery man’s mouth. Oh man, he took it like a damn trooper. Mateo was acutely aware he was breathing hard and then he felt a tongue sliding across his lips. As his mouth opened, their tongues met. Fuck, but Mateo could taste himself in the guy’s mouth. His pants were coming back up and then he felt a soft caress of lips across his followed by a smack on his ass.
And with that, Mystery Man was gone. Mateo sat there for a few more minutes trying to get his faculties back. That, by far, had been the best blow job of his life. His damn legs were numb. He’d never felt like this after a blow job, he couldn’t even form a single word in his head. He was still in a daze by the time he got back to the hotel. Mateo called Naomi and told her about the Mystery Man from the club. “I’m tellin’ ya, this is a guy I’d love to see again.”
“Mateo Esposito wants a return engagement with a man? Hang on while I pick my jaw up off the floor.”
“Fuck off.” Mateo laughed. “He’s a good kisser too.”
“You kissed him? Holy shit Mateo, what has Phoenix done to you?” Naomi cracked up.
“Anyway….I’m heading to bed. I have to go play I spy tomorrow, bright and early.”
“Alright lover boy, take care of yourself.” “ Night.” He found himself still awake a half hour later thinking about the guy. The way Mystery Man tasted, how he kissed, his lips on Mateo’s mouth. “Fuck. Now I’m never going to sleep.”
~~Chapter Three~~
The alarm went off at five am and Mateo groaned. He dragged himself out of bed and stood in the shower not moving. He needed coffee, and badly. Mateo turned the shower to cold and stood under the spray until he was wide awake. His hand was stroking his cock and he hadn’t even realized he was doing it. His mind took him back to the night before, and he remembered what it was like to have the mystery man sucking his cock. He pumped his hand faster feeling his orgasm rising in him. Mateo’s body went rigid and he let out a groan as his orgasm hit the shower wall.
Mateo looked through all the information Naomi texted him. His first stop would be Riley’s job. After cleaning himself up and getting dressed, he spent the day tailing Riley Flynn. Riley got to work at promptly nine in the morning. Lunch rolled around and Mateo followed him to the Phoenix Country Club, where Riley met with his father. Riley looked almost uncomfortable in his surroundings, not your normal rich guy attitude. Mateo sat two tables away, with the morning paper covering his face, and listened in. Riley’s father was talking to him about doing business with foreign countries. Riley made it known that it was not an option. His products were made by Americans and sold to Americans. That brought a huff from his father and a quick argument. Riley had won as far as Mateo was concerned. Riley stood and excused himself from the table. Mateo figured out pretty quick that Riley ran the show at Flynn Electronics. Riley owned the whole damn thing and Daddy was working there just to keep him busy.
Mateo followed Riley back to work and sat across the street on top of a building watching him in his office. Riley’s secretary came in and sat on the edge of the desk hiking her skirt up. He couldn’t see what Riley was saying but his secretary didn’t look pleased as
she left, mental note number one…bugs in the office. More meetings, more work and then Riley headed home. Mateo followed fours cars back in his rental car. Riley was actually bouncing around in his car to whatever music was on the radio. Riley had gone to ASU and majored in Business, the guy had one hell of an IQ. Mateo had been impressed with everything he found on Riley, but there had to be more somewhere. Something had to be wrong in order for Mateo to be called in.
Riley pulled into a nice stucco home up in the mountains. Mateo parked down the street and waited for it to be dark, which in Arizona took one hell of a long time. By ten he was sitting in a tree, watching Riley Flynn in the pool...naked. He almost wanted to jack off watching him. The guy was built and hung. Although he couldn’t see everything in the dark, he’d seen enough to know Riley had a spectacular ass. Mateo watched as Riley got out of the pool and dried himself off. He sat in a lounge chair naked, with his legs spread wide. Within minutes Riley’s hand started moving. Riley was stroking his cock slowly while cradling his balls with his other hand. Mateo felt his own cock filling tight in his jeans as he watched. He couldn’t stop himself.
Mateo could hear the soft sighs and low grunts as Riley pulled and played with his cock, squeezing. It took a few minutes, but Riley came with a loud moan, his hips jerking as he shot all over his stomach. Mateo had no idea how long he had been watching him, but the next thing he knew Riley was going inside. The bedroom light flicked off and Mateo sat there waiting patiently. An hour later Riley was asleep and Mateo crawled down from his hiding spot shaking his head. It didn’t make sense. Nothing this guy did screamed sick disgusting bad guy. He’d know more tomorrow when he bugged Riley’s house and office.
~~*~~ The next week had Mateo bugging every damn room in Riley’s house and office. The perks of being the Non-ATeam, included being whoever he wanted at the drop of a hat. After countless hours of classes on installing telephone lines and even cleaning septic tanks, all the men on the team could do just about anything. He was now the air-conditioning man for Riley’s office building. And as luck would have it, Riley was installing satellite in his house. Mateo followed him everywhere, and Riley never seemed to stray from his routine. Until the one night he did.
Mateo followed Riley to the same bar he, Mateo, had gone to his first night in town. He followed Riley the two towns over to Casa Grande and sat in his car in shock as the guy went in. So, Riley Flynn was keeping a secret… he was a closet homosexual. The thought of seeing Mystery Man again had Mateo making his way into the same bar right behind him. Mateo watched Riley go in the back room and followed a few minutes later. Fuck, but he couldn’t see shit. If he was going to try to find Riley in this mess, he had his work cut out for him. Mateo looked around trying to get his eyes to adjust and he swore he saw Riley against the wall, just lounging and watching. He hadn’t even been standing there a minute when a hand slid down the front of his jeans. Mateo’s body reacted right away. This was his Mystery Man.
The warm breath was on his face and then a teasing tongue was sliding across his lip. He bit Mystery Man’s bottom lip, sliding his tongue in his mouth. Mystery Man’s hand tightened around Mateo’s engorged cock through denim and then the zipper was swiftly pulled down. Mateo’s jeans were yanked down to the middle of his ass. Fingers delved into the cleft of his ass, making their way lower to tease at his balls and perineum. Mateo spread his legs out wider and felt fingers slide lower, playing with his hole. They teased the ring of muscles, sliding a fingertip in then pulling it back out. Mateo’s head hit the wall behind him hard as Mystery Man’s finger pushed past the ring of muscle. At the same time, his tongue swirled around the head of Mateo’s cock.
Mateo fisted Mystery Man’s hair as he buried his cock in the man’s mouth. Fuck, but it felt so damn good he forgot what he was there for. His dick hit the back of Mystery Man’s throat and he moaned bucking his hips as he was swallowed whole again. Mateo’s body went rigid. He gripped the man’s hair tighter as a groan left his lips and his orgasm shot down Mystery Man’s throat, hot and wet. Mateo’s breaths were ragged as he felt a tongue licking around the crown and sliding into his slit before a chaste kiss was pressed on the head of his dick. Up came his pants and then he felt those lips on his. This time Mateo held on when the smack to his ass came. His hand went around to the nape of the man’s neck and he kissed him slowly, taking the time to savor the taste of not only himself but the man’s delicious mouth. Soft hands ran up Mateo’s back pulling him in closer, and a soft moan escaped his mouth as he let himself be molded to Mystery Man’s body. Grabbing an ass cheek, he broke the kiss, hearing Mystery man’s quickened breaths. This
time, Mateo smackedhisass and walked out.
Mateo made his way back to the bar smiling, and resumed his seat at the bar giving the bartender a wink. A few minutes later, Mateo watched Riley walk out of the back room looking freshly played with. He followed him home and sat outside his house. The guy wasn’t doing anything illegal. The phone taps had told him that much. He wasn’t in back alleys making deals and nothing from his phone conversations led him to believe he was doing anything underhanded. Mateo had transferred files from Riley’s computer when he was installing the bugs and found nothing there either. Riley’s father, however, was skimming money from his own sons company. It didn’t matter, he had a job to do, and tomorrow was the day. He was going to kill Riley Flynn.
~~*~~ Riley set his keys down on the side table by the front door and shouted a whoop as his hand pumped the air. He had given the same guy head now, twice! “Holy shit!” Riley tried to calm his breathing. Four months he’d been going to Diabolique. Four months of staying against the wall and watching as other men gave blow jobs and fucked each other in the low lighted room. Riley felt like a kid in school, taking notes. Noting how men sucked cock and it paid off. Riley had given the guy head twice and gotten him to cum both times. Riley ran his tongue over his teeth and gums, savoring the flavor. He’d been too scared to try it before, but after watching and waiting, he’d found the right guy. God, the man smelled fucking fantastic. The cologne he wore had Riley’s dick hard in mere seconds. And the way he kissed. Soft and gentle, tongue rubbing slowly and caressing, was enough to make Riley want to come just thinking about it.
Riley almost swooned, and fell back on his couch smiling. He already wanted to see the man again. Maybe he would try sex the next time. He’d never done it before with a man. Women were no problem, but guys? Riley wasn’t sure he was ready for that. He knew he was gay. It was just a matter of getting up the courage. Always too afraid of getting caught, he’d kept his sexual preference to himself. He especially kept it from his Father. Riley sighed and made his way to the shower. He threw his clothes off and turned the water on, waiting for it to warm up. Just thinking about the man in the curtain room and Riley’s cock was rising again. He stepped in under the hot spray and wet his hair while fisting his dick. It didn’t take long, a few quick pulls and Riley spurted on his shower tiles. After drying off and crawling into bed, Riley made plans to go back to Diabolique over the weekend. He wanted that man again.
~~*~~ Monday morning Riley sat at his desk at Flynn Electronics. He had come in early today to try and find the fifty thousand missing guidance chips that had somehow disappeared the day before. Either someone was doing their paperwork wrong, or they were in serious trouble. The chips were supposed to go to the military for their missiles, but now they were missing. Riley stood up and stretched. He caught the eye of his secretary who was bent over fixing her five inch heel strap. Riley rolled his eyes and sat back down. Like what she was up to wasn’t obvious. His mind drifted back to the guy in the curtain room, and felt his dick twitching in his pants. Riley was daydreaming about meeting the Mystery Man in the curtain room again. When the cologne had drifted into his senses, Riley had known he was there. He hadn’t stopped thinking about him for a week, the taste of him. Standing not five feet from him in the room, Riley took his chances and jumped on the opportunity to have that man’s dick
in his mouth. He had hid his sexuality fairly well. Riley dated high profile women for appearances, but on the side, it was a different story.
He had known he was gay at the age of nine when he preferred Ken over Barbie. His Dad had thrown all the Barbie’s out and gave him a GI Joe doll (action figure as his Dad had put it) that was fun too. His father had been relentless about gays. They were all going to hell, the sick perverts. Riley had seen enough kids come out, only to be picked on and ridiculed. He stayed quiet and to himself. It wasn’t that he didn’t want friends, he just didn’t trust anyone. Especially with the secret he was keeping. Being gay was hazardous to your health. He’d seen it a million times in boarding school, and then again in college. Although it was more acceptable these days, Riley wasn’t going to fling himself out of his closet anytime soon.
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