Closing the Deal

The chimes of the clock almost absorbed the ringing doorbell. Mick counted out the hours: three o'clock. He put down the book he had been dozing under, pushed himself up off the couch and crossed the living room to the front door, unsure if he'd perhaps dreamed the doorbell going off. The window in the door was covered by a sheer semi-transparent material, but he could quite easily make out the figure of a young man standing on his front step. He appeared quite thin and had long hair, and his stance was a bit timid, but that was all Mick could make out through the diaphanous layer. Intrigued, he opened the door wide and greeted the young man, who blabbed a nervous self-introduction.

"Hi, I'm Carter," he said.

He explained in a well-rehearsed way that he was a representative for a communications company that recently upgraded its service in the area and could now boast more reliable and faster home internet than any other provider in the region, and for less money.

It so happened that Mick and his wife weren't fully satisfied with their current internet provider for a number of reasons and he found himself interested in hearing the young sales agent out.

"I'm Mick," he said, extending his hand. Carter took it and they shook hands. "Would you like to come in?"

"Thanks."

Once they were inside, Mick shut the door firmly and gestured for Mick to follow him, ushering him through the living room and to the kitchen, directing him to take a seat at the kitchen table.

"Don't mind me saying this, Carter, but you look young for a salesman."

"I'm twenty-one. Working my way through college."

Mick nodded and poured them each a cup of coffee from an almost-fresh pot. Mick checked the young man's preferences and added cream to both their cups. Mick joined the salesman at the table and appraised Carter furtively as he sorted through his brochures.

Mick liked the young man's looks. He sported a thin, well-trimmed beard which was a little redder than his long brown hair. The eyes were wide, a shade between blue and green. His facial features were pleasant, the pale skin unmarked by acne. He wore glasses and seemed to hide behind them a bit, perhaps to allay his nerves. His wiry frame was probably more powerful than it appeared at first glance.

Carter looked up from his paperwork and almost caught Mick in his examination of him, but the older man instantly turned his attention to one of the brochures Carter slid across the table toward him.

Carter explained the innovations the company had undertaken to improve internet delivery to its rural customers in this region in a voice that was well-modulated and perhaps deliberately pitched to sound more confident than the salesman really was.

That confidence grew as the conversation continued. Mick nodded in all the right places and established a link of eye contact early on. He was slightly distracted because he felt the first stirrings of an attraction for the young sales agent and he began imagining himself making a move on him.

Why not? His wife would not be home from work for more than two hours. She knew that he was bi, of course, and she looked the other way when it came to the fulfillment of his same-sex desires, which he only satisfied fairly rarely. He imagined that his wife felt free to conduct her own affairs with his approval in exchange. They always came home to each other. If this had been her day off instead of his, would she be home seducing this young man today? The thought turned Mick on, but he dismissed it in favour of meeting his own needs, if possible. Could this be an opportunity to do that?

Mick himself was white, fifty and his once-black hair was now salt-and-pepper. He was a few pounds overweight, which showed on his belly, but he was in good shape otherwise. He was just under six feet tall, probably an inch or two taller than Carter.

"Well, I like the package you're offering," Mick told Carter, aware of the double-entendre even if Carter was not. "Naturally, I have to talk to my wife about it before making a decision. You understand?"

"Of course," Carter said politely, expecting to be deferred to another day.

"I'm texting her now." Mick picked up his cell and began to thumb the keyboard. Carter's hopeful look shone on his face. "She usually has a break around this time of the afternoon, so she should get back to me soon if you have a few minutes to wait."

Mick could see Carter weighing his options: leave and try to make more sales in this area or put extra time into closing this deal.

Carter looked up from his brochures at Mick with his decision. "I have a few minutes, then I'll have to set out and save your neighbours from slow internet speeds."

Carter grinned and Mick grinned back.

Mick put his phone down and decided it was time to turn on the charm. "You know, you're very good at your job."

Carter blushed and muttered thanks, taking a drink from the cooling coffee. Mick easily led him into a discussion about his job and could feel Carter's guard dropping. He talked about some of the challenges of the job. Some people didn't like salespeople and came to door with dogs, or, as on a few memorable occasions, with guns. There was all that, the frequent rejection and, of course, all the driving. Carter unconsciously adjusted himself in his seat as he stretched a little.

Mick saw an opening there.

"I used to drive a lot for my job," Mick lied, perceptively diagnosing Carter's discomfort from his movements. "I used to feel it across my shoulders and in the lower back."

"Yeah, me too," Carter said.

"Look, it may be a few minutes until the missus gets back to me. If you want, I could give you a shoulder rub. A little compensation for taking up your time."

He made it sound like the most natural thing in the world.

Carter blushed. "Oh, well, you, um, don't have to do that."

"It's no bother." Mick stood up and walked around behind Carter's chair before the younger man could react. Mick gathered up Carter's long hair and swung it so that it hung down the front of his shoulders instead of over his back. It was fragrant, smelling of shampoo and conditioner. Mick inhaled deeply. Then, pleased that Carter didn't object, Mick put both hands down on the salesman's shoulders and began to rub them and knead them through the fabric of his shirt with powerful fingers.

For long moments, there was an uncomfortable silence. Mick feared that he might have gone too far or too fast. Then, a groan burst from Carter, and Mick smiled to himself.

"You're right on the spot," Carter said between little moans.

Not yet, I'm not, Mick thought to himself. Mick continued on that area of Carter's back for a couple of minutes.

"Oh, thanks," Carter said, tentatively leaning back in the chair and slowly limiting Mick's access. "That was great."

Mick knew that Carter liked what he was doing, so why did he try to call him off? A homophobic impulse, maybe, or fear of another kind? Mick adjusted his stance so that he could see over Carter's shoulders, all the way down into the young man's lap. There was a tent in the denim crotch, and to remove all doubt, it was throbbing. Mick smiled as he realized that the salesman's dick was pumping up and down in his pants.

Emboldened, Mick delicately refused to take the hint to quit, gently pressing his way down Carter's spine to his lower back and pushing him forward again with the power of his kneading hands. If Carter insisted, he would certainly stop, but so far, he had just hinted that Mick could stop if he liked. Carter didn't resist the touch and Mick wished he could be caressing the younger man without a shirt in the way.

The groans continued intermittently as Mick worked his way down to the tailbone for a minute or so. Then his hands worked their way back up Carter's back until they were once more kneading the shoulders. Carter was completely unprepared when Mick let his hands slide down over his shoulders and over the younger's man's chest.

"Oh, sir, that's enough. I'm feeling much better now."

"Are you sure?" Mick rubbed the salesman's hardened nipples through the fabric of his shirt. "I can see from here that your back isn't the only thing that is stiff."

Carter squirmed int the chair, cover his lap with clasped hands. He said he should probably go.

"Well, you can go anytime you like. Would you like me to finish relieving your tension first?"

Carter was wrestling in his mind with the possibilities that were opening before him, which was as much as Mick could hope for. If Carter was turned on, he might yet let Mick have his way, and Mick would make sure it was good for him.

Mick's phone chimed and as as fi he had been resisting the idea of relinquishing his hold over Carter at all, he stepped back from the young man, stepped over to the side of the table where he had been sitting and picked up his phone.

"The missus," he said to Carter. He read her text and quickly replied.

Carter, still seated and making no move to leave, looked at Mick expectantly and his expectations didn't seem to be geared entirely toward sales. Mick grinned at him and Carter looked back, sheepish and embarrassed and still covering his erection.

"She says go for it."

"She does?"

"The internet package, she means."

"Oh."

"Congratulations, you've made a sale.

"Uh, thanks, you won't be sorry."

"I know I won't. Carter, do you want another coffee?"

"Um, I don't know."

"Let me put it another way. Do you want to stay here with me for a little while?"

Carter was crimson.

"Yes, please."

"Okay," Mick said, taking charge because someone had to. "Stand up and take off your shirt."

"But, uh, your wife?"

"Won't be home for hours."

"But, should we, um..."

"You should take your shirt off."

This time Carter stood up and obeyed without question. He was in a zone of desire now, Mick suspected, and he would be willing to do something about fulfilling his growing needs, even though he was nervous and embarrassed. He let the shirt fall on the chair.

Mick survey his conquest-in-progress. Without his shirt, Carter was what he expected: lean, lithe and well-defined. He wasn't heavy, or strongly-built, but he was certainly fit. The pale skin was stretched taut over his muscles. Pink buds stood off his chest, surrounded by a few wispy hairs. A light profusion of hair grew in the centre of his chest and tapered down toward his navel and beyond, below his belt buckle.

"You're beautiful, Carter," Mick said.

Carter sputtered something in return and Mick smiled, disarming some of the younger man's tension.

"Do you want me to come closer, Carter?"

"Yes, please."

Carter was nervous, but Mick didn't think he was skittish. He wouldn't turn and run, leaving his shirt on the chair and flooring the gas of his car in his haste to escape. Just the same, Mick was deliberately unthreatening. He moved slowly toward the young salesman until he stood face-to-face with him. Their eyes were locked in expectation until, to Mick's surprise, Carter closed his eyes and leaned in to the inevitable kiss. He was yielding himself up to Mick's ravishment.

And you don't have to tell me twice, Mick thought.

Mick leaned in, putting his hands on Carter's arms for balance, and touched his lips to the younger man's. A tentative peck was followed by a longer kiss. Mick let his hands drift over Carter's upper arms as he introduced some tongue to the lip-lock. Carter continued his submission, letting Mick's tongue probe past his lips and traipse over his own tongue. Mick felt Carter shiver in his hands.

"Are you okay?" Mick asked.

"Yes, sir."

"Call me Mick."

"Okay, Mick."

"Have you done this before?"

"Um, no, that is, not with a man."

"Do you like it?"

"Yes," the young man said with a nervous, almost giddy laugh. Then, embarrassed at his obvious excitement, he adjusted his tone to be more serious. "Yes, Mick, I really like it."

The kiss resumed, lasting a long time as Carter learned to taste back with his own tongue. Mick's hands found their way to the hard, youthful torse, playing with Carter's nipples and tracing fingers over the sparse chest hair.

"Okay, I'm really hot for you now," Mick said.

"You are?"

"You can't tell?"

Carter smiled as if he passed a test of some kind. He noticeably relaxed. Now his muscles tightened under stimulation, not stress.

"Let's take this show to the living room," Mick said.

Mick took Carter's hand and walked him out of the kitchen and into the next room. Mick sat the young man down in his favourite recliner.

"Mick, shouldn't we close the drapes?"

"We're out in the sticks, Carter. The mail is delivered to a box at the end of the driveway. Nobody ever comes to the door this time of the day."

"Well, look what they're missing out on," Carter said. He was definitely more relaxed.

"Stand up a second."

Carter obeyed. Mick opened the belt, popped the button of Carter's pants and unzipped him. He pulled his pants down to his knees, inhaling deeply of the trapped odours of his crotch. Carter wore black underwear, but against the dark fabric was an even darker mark left by his pre-cum. His erection throbbed behind the fabric. He was excited and they both knew it.

"You ever had a blowjob, Carter?"

"Twice, but I never came from it."

"Let's see if we can change that."

Mick yanked the underwear down and out of his way. He reached around Carter's legs and pulled two cushions off the recliner and threw them down before Carter's feet.

"Okay, you can sit down now."

Carter obeyed, totally exposed. Mick wondered if Carter felt as sexy as he looked. He fell to his knees in front of the younger male, positioning himself on the cushions, and looked at what he had been anticipating almost since the salesman's arrival at his door.

Carter's dick stood at attention, still throbbing, demanding to be touched. He was hard, about six inches and cut. The head of his cock was faintly purple, the shaft red and veined. His balls were nestled in their pubic beard, from which emanated a faint tang of sweat mixed with a scent of bodywash.

Mick felt theatrical, so he set his hands down on Carter's thighs, opened his mouth wide and leaned in toward the cock, engulfing its entire length in one fluid move. Carter groaned as the mouth made a sleeve over his fully engorged member. Mick put his tongue to immediate use on the underside of the organ, letting it tease and tantalize until he began to taste the younger man's pre-cum.

"Oh, Mick," Carter said with a sigh. "That's fucking great."

Mick didn't answer. He'd been taught it was rude to talk with his mouth full. He continued his ministrations, now moving his mouth up and down the shivering cock, generating friction with his tongue and the inside of his cheeks. He was well-practiced and had his lips covering his teeth so no harm would come to his feeder.

"Mick, I've known I was attracted to men for a while. Thank you for being my first."

Mick wouldn't stop what he was doing, but the words required a response. His eyes were locked with Carter's and he spared him a wink. Carter closed his eyes and Mick assumed he was letting the stimulation wash over him. Carter's face was reddening, taking on the sheen that a man has when he is about to have his orgasm.

The older man felt a tension growing inside him as well. His interest in men was usually limited to sucking their dicks. He had sometimes gotten off just by performing fellatio alone, but he usually rubbed one out shortly after making a man come. If he was lucky, the other man might blow him too. On rare occasions, he let himself be fucked by a man, but he had no interest in topping one for some reason.

"Carter, I want you to come in my mouth."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm always sure. Spray my tonsils."

Carter panted. "It's going to be soon."

When Mick resumed his work, he added his right hand into the mix, letting it jack Carter's dick as his mouth continued to stimulate the head of his cock. He worked intensely on the young man, feeling his own semen boiling in his balls, needing release.

"Oh, fuck," Carter said, squirming. "I'm coming!"

Mick already knew that. His mouth was full of his lover's sweet cum. There was a surprising amount. The young man must not have emptied his balls in a while. Either that or he was a prodigious sperm factory. Mick kept slurping and Carter kept groaning and it went on that way for a minute or two until, finally, Carter was empty and the stimulation was too much for him.

"You know how to give a blowjob!"

"Better than those girls you knew?"

"Way better! But what can I do for you? I'll blow you too, if you want."

Mick was feeling very horny, but an untried cocksucker could be clumsy and off-putting.

"Well, I think I need a quick release, so I'm going to finish myself, but you can help if you want."

"Tell me what to do. I'll do anything you want."

Hearing that was sexy as hell. Mick nodded and lay back on the rug over the hardwood floors of the living room. He took the cushions he'd been kneeling on and put them behind his head. He considered taking his shirt off but his middle-aged body was an embarrassment next to the young man's lithe, unspoiled form and he felt self-conscious. Instead, he fumbled with excitement at the waistbands of his track pants and underwear and pushed them down to expose his pulsing cock. He was a bit smaller than Carter but he was potent and alive with need.

"Do you want me to suck it?"

"No, Carter," Mick said. "I want to you to lick and suck my balls."

Carter did not hesitate, but leaned in and took a testicle in his mouth. Mick kept them shaved. His wife liked them that way and so did he. As Carter sucked and massaged his balls, Mick began to jerk himself off. There was no lubrication problem. He had enough pre-cum slicking the head of his cock to make wanking it easy. Soon, Mick was jacking himself fast as he listened to Carter moan into his scrotum.

"You like balls in your face, kid?"

"I'd rather suck your cock."

"If you were to do that now, you'd be in for a tasty surprise. Do you think you could take a load?"

"I want to try."

"It's all yours."

Mick let his hand fall to the side and let Carter move in to begin liking pre-cum lather off the cock.

"Mmm," Carter said. "I didn't expect the taste. It's good."

"I want you to do more than play with it. I'm close and I need to come."

"Okay."

Carter had learned a lot from watching Mick, it seemed. There wasn't a tooth to be felt as the young man wrapped his mouth around Mick's member. His tongue swirled around the bulbous head of Mick's throbbing cock as he imitated the older man's technique with an initiate's zeal.

"That's it, Carter. You're going to get me off."

"Mmm-hmm," was all Carter could manage as he maintained the suction lock on his feeder's cock. He was moving his head up and down, but he had learned from his mentor how to interpose his hand into the work and he was jacking him too. He maintained a steady pace for two minutes, moaning as he worked, until Mick's groans filled the room.

"Here it comes," Mick cried through a shaking voice. His body quaked with tremors as his load left his cock for Carter's mouth. The young man panicked for a second, but he never stopped sucking, learning to swallow cum as he gave his teacher a memorable orgasm. Mick shuddered in his release.

A few minutes later, the younger man cuddled up to Mick on the floor.

"Bet you've never made a sale and got your cock sucked on this route."

"Never on any route."

"Do you ever do follow-up visits?"

"No, But this time I will! Not on company time, but I have rotating days off. Some of those days must fall when your wife is working."

"I was thinking something like that. She's Monday to Friday, nine to five."

"That'll work out then. What about you? Do you have a job?"

"I make my own hours. I'm semi-retired and my own boss."

"Next Wednesday?"

"You're on."

A few minutes later, the lovers, fully dressed once more, shared a passionate kiss and a feel before the front door. Carter seemed to be in a daze and Mick had to remind him to take the paperwork he had signed authorizing the installation of his new internet. Carter and Mick exchanged phone numbers with the understanding that they would text only to confirm dates. Mick wasn't interested in a sexting relationship.

"Thank you," Carter said.

Mick laughed. He wasn't sure whether he was thanking him as a professional salesman or as an initiate to gay oral sex.

As he closed the door behind his new lover, Mick reflected on the afternoon. He had never sealed a deal quite this way before and he wondered if Carter's competition would be sending any handsome young lads out with counter-offers to keep their old customers in this area.

Oh, the possibilities.