Paul Angelo was late. Not that anyone could complain.

“It takes as long as it takes.” “It can’t start without me.” “Don’t waste time worrying about wasting time.”

These were all pearls of wisdom that he often dropped onto his employees and partners. In fact, the only reason Angel Acquisitions had a start and end time to the workday was to connect with other businesses that still clung to the traditional 9 to 5.

“It's always daylight somewhere on the planet,” was another one of his sayings.

It was with this lack of temporal structure that he had made his fortune. And today, he had agreed to begin working with a writer who was going to help create a book about this philosophy. Angel Time was destined to be a best seller in the world of business how-to.

The book was his wife Jenny's idea. It would feed his ego but also tie him down a bit, which she thought could only benefit their relationship and that of him with his children.

Paul hung his jacket on the stand at the door of his office and smiled at the young man standing near his desk.

“You can sit. I appreciate the gesture, but it’s unnecessary,” was how Paul greeted Jared Greenberg.

The tall, slightly nerdy, twenty-five-year-old Jared nodded with a small laugh and sat back down in the office chair across from the CEO’s large glass and steel desk.

“He’s even better looking in person,” was Jared’s first impression of the forty-year-old billionaire he was ghostwriting. Paul’s slim-bearded face was lit by the double monitor on the side of his large worktop as well as his phone and tablet; both shimmering with financial information Jared mostly understood. The glow gave Paul an aura of a demigod. Purposeful, no doubt.

Jared had done his research about this man, knowing full well that he would never quite understand the genius behind his subject. He also knew he was the tenth author the Angelos had vetted. “And the youngest of the bunch,” Jared's shocked agent had told him when he got the gig.

“This office is...impressive." The corner walls were floor-to-ceiling windows looking out over the East River and Brooklyn. "I have seen it on a few websites praising the design. But seeing it in person...wow."

"Thanks. I like my toys, so why not have a toy room for a workplace." He pointed to a paneled wall to the right of the entry door. "And before you ask, yes, that does have a secret door to a private bedroom I have used on many occasions to both sleep and entertain sex partners."

Jared coughed on his water bottle. Paul chuckled. "You were going to ask. Everyone wants to but only a few brave it."

"I um, intend to talk about your personal relationships and marriages at some point. And I appreciate your candor about your lady friends."

"Not all ladies. Write that down."

Jared's heart beat a bit faster.

Paul smiled inwardly. He had the kid a little flustered. “Get him off balance, pliable,” he thought. “Besides, he's got cute nerdy vibes going that might make him a screamer. And the room is soundproofed.

"How would you like to start?" Jared asked as he cleaned his glasses in an attempt to look casual. He had to recross his legs as his fucking dick was getting hard.

"Coffee." The brown-eyed man in the tailored shirt turned slightly and pressed a tab on the cabinet behind him. An LED-lit drawer out of a James Bond movie popped open and there was a mug steaming with what Jared assumed was perfectly brewed black. "Hyoto out of Osaka invented these. I bought them out last year, but I kept the tech in-house. I can be selfish sometimes. Write that down."

Jared smiled and cleared his throat. "Actually, if its alright with you, I'd like to record these interviews and transcribe later. No delays in the flow of the conversation. No...wasted time."

Paul laughed. "Well played, young man." He relaxed back in his chair and sipped his coffee.

Jared noted his musculature seemed to be carved like a superhero costume in the movies. It caused Jared to get a little more aroused. A boner could be concerning and unprofessional should it be noticed. He also knew from research that Paul Angelo notices everything.

"Excellent. Let’s have the transcription happen in-house. I know you signed an NDA along with the contract.” He was actually surveying his screens; typing something, and moving things around. Perhaps even making thousands of dollars with the flick of his fingers. Without looking back at Jared, he picked up the conversation. “I have learned that nothing is certain so one should always be extra…” tap, swipe, text, “cautious." Click, swipe, click. "But not frightened."

"Certainly. That works for me." Jared placed a digital recorder on the edge of the desk. "June tenth, 2026, Interview one."

What followed was ninety minutes of back story delving deeper than any Wikipedia information. Jared noticed that Paul varied from enthusiastic to slightly annoyed when telling of his rise to power. It was an interesting mix. He also had stopped working as he spoke.

The young author also noticed he himself was missing some of the conversation because he kept analyzing the man's impressive physique.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Angelo. Can you repeat that?”

"How about a break? I know we have all morning blocked out, but I think you need a break."

"Oh, I'm fine, really." Jared was genuinely surprised by the offer. Was he showing some fatigue?

Paul was up and moving to the extended L-shaped sofa, no doubt one of a kind. "Better for my lower back. And it’s Paul.” He bent to touch his toes in a stretch, and Jared's eyes went wide at the sight of the impressively toned ass in front of him. This could not be an accident. This was meant to make him uncomfortable, or maybe even turned on.

“Belinda. Lock me down for the next 45 minutes.”

An obviously AI voice sounded from somewhere Jared could not trace. “As you wish Paul. Would you like me to change the lighting or turn on some music?”

He sat and kicked off his shoes, exposing bare feet. “Sure. No music, lock the door.”

Jared’s head automatically turned when he heard a clicking at the door as what appeared to be an entirely smart room created an atmosphere for privacy: the windows tinted and the screen glow softened. Two glasses of what appeared to be some type of amber liquor slid out of a different drawer behind the desk.

"Come on over. I won't bite. At least until I know if you like that sort of thing."

Jared's eyes looked away as he blushed. "Mr. Angelo, Paul, I intend to keep this professional. I assure you, I am not a threat in anyway, yet I feel like you are trying to disarm me."

"Or disrobe you.” He smiled, his brown eyes lighting up as his head tilted slightly. “Jared, you want to fuck me. I know the signs. And I'd be happy to oblige. We get this…distraction out of the way, and then we can gain more focus. You disagree?"

“Jesus. He means it,” thought Jared as he no longer was trying to hide the hardness of his excitement.

“I am very flattered that you would even consider it. But you hired me to do quality work. I’m not sure if I can do that with you naked.”

Paul laughed, and it seemed quite genuine. He began unbuttoning his shirt as if it was the most expected thing to do. “Technically, my wife hired you because the company can’t pay for this, according to my lawyers. I don’t know why the fuck that has to be, but that’s what they said. Now just indulge me, kid. I promise you’ll have a good time.”

He was now shirtless, standing up and unbuckling his designer pants. Jared's throat had gone dry, and his heart was abusing his eardrums like a club DJ.

“I don’t thi - Jenny might nahhh....” Jared lost his breath completely.

The beautifully toned abdomen had only a tiny bit of hair trailing down into a tight pair of designer briefs.

“I can get her on the phone if you like. Trust me. We have an understanding.”

Jared still hadn’t moved, but his eyes were locked on the growing bolt in front of him. “Dear God,” he thought, “this will be the biggest cock I’ve ever touched.”

Paul picked up his cell phone. Jared counted his abs…twice. The confident financial genius sent a text.

Jared's phone buzzed. "Jenny A."

I fully give my consent to Paul having sex with you, Jared, but only if it’s what you want. Feel free to say no, but I will tell you he’s exquisite. Enjoy.

“Good enough?”

Jared gulped and as quickly as he could dropped to his knees. He took hold of the waistband of the jet-black underwear and dragged them down to Paul’s ankles. As this incredible sex-god stepped out of them, Jared took hold of a growing eight-inch, thick, throbbing cock. It had a slight turn up to the right and was already dripping. Supported below, a full pair of balls hung ready to explode.

“This is happening…I’m actually doing this,” Jared said softly, mostly to himself.

“Mm-hm, good man. You are a quality cock lover. We did our research. In fact, one of the things Jenny liked about you is that you are gay.” He bent down and took Jared’s shocked face in his hand and kissed him with passion and heat, and plenty of tongue. “You have a pretty mouth. Let’s get those lips involved. But first, up.”

Jared stood, his cock throbbing. He was practically drooling. Paul methodically removed all of the young man’s clothing. Jared could not recall any other lover ever performing such a sensual and welcoming act.

Paul sat, his arms on the back of the couch, his perfect body almost shimmering with sexual energy. It was his turn to ogle and his lust-filled eyes approved.

This out-of-body, out-of-cock experience was nothing Jared expected. He had vowed to be strong and push back against the influence this powerful man would notoriously flex. His only task was getting the story honestly and correctly recorded.

Yet here he was, completely taken in by this man’s sorcery. If Paul had asked him to sign a loyalty decree, give up all of his possessions, and become a consort, Jared would’ve done it.

Now, naked and back down on his knees, Jared began working this majestic cock as best he could. His own bounced and dripped in anticipation.

He moaned and hummed. It wasn’t just that it was an impressive piece of sexual wonder, it was attached to a man with so much hubris. All Jared wanted to do was please him.

He opened his mouth and took in the head and sucked while his tongue swirled around collecting any early fluid designed for ease of insertion. Both his hands worked up and down the shaft in a swirling motion. He allowed his own drool to drip out, assisting in the process.

He was happy to get some satisfied sounds from his new lover. Was that what they were, or just an office hookup?

Jared had taken many large cocks into his mouth and his throat. He could control his gag fairly well but knew that many cock owners liked that choking sound that produced excessive saliva.

He himself sighed inwardly when one of Paul's hands took hold of his wavy hair and gently encouraged deeper and faster action.

“If I’m going to do this,” Jared thought, “best bring my A-game.” Moving up and down involved swirls and spins. Fingers played over a smoothly shaved scrotum then slid bravely underneath to press against a perineum. In response, the older man pushed off the couch and groaned.

“Jesus, fuck, kid! Damn, you are good.”

Pleased with himself, Jared sped up. He needed to taste what was currently filling these gorgeous balls.

“I’m on my knees sucking Paul Angelo!” his brain screamed.

Abruptly, Paul’s strong grip pulled him off with a wet slurp. He burned his sex-filled gaze into Jared's wide eyes. Paul turned around to hold onto the back of the couch, his glorious ass in Jared's face.

"Lick my hole. Get it ready to be fucked. I want you to take me." Jared hesitated, still trying to process what was happening. "Now, Jared. Fuck me!"

The taste of anyone's ass can literally be a crapshoot. Paul had obviously manscaped and bleached as well as cleaned out. It was impeccable. Jared dove in like a starving man. Paul's grind and groans told the younger man he was succeeding. After a few minutes, Paul breathed out his repeated instruction. "Fffuck me..."

Jared stood, his cock now aching to the point of pain. He looked for something to use as lube. Paul anticipated. He pulled a bottle out from under the cushion and tossed it behind him.

Less time wasted, Jared thought with a perverted smile.

He lathered himself thoroughly and lined up. Paul's pucker was clearly experienced. It almost swallowed the head like a mouth. Both men sighed into a moan.

"Fuuuuuckk..."

Usually, Jared worked in and out to get the feel of his bottom's limits and likes. Paul's hand reached back and gripped Jared's left hip and pulled. The writer plunged into the billionaire with a smooth, tight ease.

“Fuck. Me. Hard.”

What followed was what was wanted. A firm and direct ass-fucking. The tightness was incredible as Paul knew just how to work his rectal muscles. Jared varied speed and angle, loving Paul's reactions of pleasure that bordered on laughter.

"So fucking good, kid. Jeezus, I'm going to cum!"

Jared grabbed hold of Paul's superior shoulders and pulled him up. Not only did it arch him in the sexiest way, it also changed the angle of entry.

"Fuck, Paul! You are so gorgeous. I'm going to fill you!"

"Do it! Breed my ass! Fuuuck! Cummming" He yelped and stiffened. His arched muscular form froze. Jared felt the pulses of the man's orgasm and wondered how much he was spewing. He hoped to taste it.

The grip and spasms were too much, and the writer exploded inside his subject's colon.

"Cumming! Oh gahhhd!"

Spurt after spurt fired deep inside, cooling the bowels and coating their connection even more.

After both men seemed to be completed, Jared pulled out. He wished he could take a video of the gaping white mess he had created. No one would believe it was Paul Angelo's anus.

Paul rolled slightly and lay on his side, a contented post-fuck look on his handsome face. Jared noted a tan hand towel was lying on the couch's edge and was covered in glistening, thick white. He must have had it under the cushion with the lube, Jared surmised.

Jared sat next to Paul, his forearm on his forehead. His breathing was ragged. "That was amazing. I can't even..."

"You're good, my friend. You know how to fuck. I'll let Jenny know she made a great choice."

Jared chuckled and shook his head softly. "Is this the real reason you hired me? To fuck with?"

Paul took hold of Jared's slimy and slightly deflating cock. Jared sat up in surprise.

"Nope. But we had hopes." Paul licked up and down a few times, swallowing the remnants. "We know you will write a great memoir. And we will both get a lot of great sex along the way. Cool with you?"

Paul began to revive him with an expert mouth. A true bis-sexual beast in action. "Yesss...very...cool," Jared sighed as he cautiously took hold of Pau's hair and thrust upwards.

Paul popped off and smiled, cum and spit hanging off his beard. "I like to suck cock. Write that down." He went back down as Jared growled. Then his eyes went wide with a slight panic. He was still recording.

Whoever was going to transcribe better lock their door and have a towel handy.

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