Mergers and Acquisitions
By: Keegan Kennedy
Published by Keegan Kennedy
Smashwords Edition
Copyright 2012
Copyright: February, 2011
Cover Art by: Keith Yates
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This work contains graphic sex, as well as, discipline, dominance, submission, and other elements of sexual fetishes and fantasies. All characters in this erotic novella are 18 years or older.
This book is a work of fiction. Places, events, and situations in this story are purely fictional. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead is coincidental.
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I had been getting fucked by Dawson Grant for about three months now, so I should have been used to the short notice.
The ringing of my cell phone from my nightstand had woken me from my heavy sleep that only came to me during the early morning hours.
“Shane, it’s me,” he had said in a whispered voice.
“What’s up?” I had barely managed to ask.
“Wife thinks I’m going to gym, but coming to fuck your ass instead. Be ready in half an hour!”
Dawson had hung up before I had even gotten a chance to respond.
That prick.... That asshole....
Like an eager puppy waiting for his master to come home, I jumped out of my bed. My blue eyes were stinging a little from having stayed up late last night. I looked over at the clock, and it was only 6:03 am.
Damn, this is too early.
My alarm was set for 7:10. I could have used that extra hour of sleep, but Dawson was far too hot of a fuck to pass up.
I looked around the floor of my bedroom, and some of my clothes were strewn out on the floor. With my head still thick with the dissipating fog of sleep, I began to pick up the items.
Hell, why am I doing this? I doubt we will even make it back to my bedroom. We usually didn’t. He’s probably just gonna fuck me on the couch again.
I first spotted Dawson about 6 months ago. He and some of his jock pals were tying up the bench presses at the gym. I had seen him, but I had no idea that he had also seen me too.
He was a fucking God! He had a mean brown flattop, distracting blue eyes and a perpetual cocky smirk on his squared off face. He was tan, tough and muscled out. His chest and shoulders were broad, and his arms bulged with muscle. There was an intimidating vein on each of his biceps.
On the other hand, I was on the short side...about 5’8. I was lean, and I weighed around 140. I had a decent chest and awesome calves with curly blonde hair.
I turned my fair share of heads, but I had never expected to turn his....
Over the weeks after my first sighting of Dawson, I had slowly begun to notice that he was watching me too. At first, I couldn’t tell if he wanted to kick my ass or fuck it. Turns out it was the latter.
Dawson Grant was a minor league baseball player for the Trojans. Also, he was trying to network and qualify to be one of the Atlanta Braves. He was married to a girl named Katie. Apparently, she had been his high school girlfriend. He claimed that he had tried to break it off with her, but she had purposely gotten pregnant to hold onto him. Now, they had three kids and lived in an apartment up in Sandy Springs.
I didn’t know much else about Katie, but she sounded like a calculated bitch to me. She called and texted him constantly. It was obvious that she was still majorly insecure in their marriage. I supposed I would’ve been too if my husband had been caught with his hands and cock in many cookie jars. The difference between me and Katie was that I would’ve already left his ass.
My ideal guy would definitely not be married, but that was all I ever seemed to attract. It had been my experience that married men usually loved boyish-looking guys. I had that in abundance. Even at 24, I still got carded at bars constantly.
Another thing about ultra-masculine, closeted married guys was that they usually made excellent tops!
So, over the last 3 months, Dawson and I had gotten together two to three times a week. I would suck his 8-inch cock, and he would fuck the hell out of me. Unfortunately, he was usually paranoid and rushed for time, so it all happened too damn fast.
Deep down, I knew that I should not be at his beck and call, but he was far too fucking gorgeous for my pride to be any sort of issue.
With my thoughts focused on Dawson and the hot fuck that I was about to get, I quickly shaved and showered. I gave myself a look in the mirror and brushed the blond hair out of my eyes. I stopped off at my dresser and put on a pair of white 2xist briefs. I also stopped by my nightstand and grabbed some lube and a rubber.
As I walked into the living room of my apartment, I heard a gentle tapping on the front door. It was him.
I bolted to the door in my bare feet, unlocked the deadbolt and eagerly opened the door.
He was wearing his baseball cap, shades, a tank top, gym shorts and his black Nikes.
After looking over his shoulder with the urgency of a fugitive on the run from the cops, Dawson practically ran me over to get into the door as quickly as humanly possible.
He was way too paranoid for my tastes, but he was hot...so I could get past it.
For a moment, I was thankful that I was free and clear to do whatever the hell I wanted and not have to answer to a suspicious wife or jealous boyfriend.
There is something to be said for that.
With his edginess starting to dissolve, Dawson gave me one of his sexy-ass smirks. He reached up and twisted my quarter-sized nipples.
“You shaved your chest like I told you to,” he said in his husky voice. “Good boy, Shane.”
Boy. I liked it when he called me that. If he had not had been trapped in a bad marriage with three kids, Dawson Grant would probably make a formidable dominant.
“I like you smooth,” he said giving me a cocky smile as his right hand ran up and down my freshly smooth chest. The fingers on his left hand pinched my nipple. “I like you smooth.... Now, maybe you’ll start shaving your legs like I’ve wanted you to.”
Playfully, I rolled my eyes. “Yeah, whatever, we’ll see about all that,” I countered.
I put up a strong front, but I was putty in his hands. Dawson knew this all too well.
“Enough with the small talk, I’m in a hurry this morning.... Get down there and work on my cock!” He grunted as he grabbed me by the arm and jerked me out of the foyer. He pulled me into my living room beside my couch.
The closeted, jock grabbed my shoulders and strongly urged me down on my knees in front of him. I could already see his thick, 8 inches sprouting up beneath the mesh of his Under Armor shorts.
He jerked down his shorts and his jockstrap, and his cock met my eager face and hungry lips. Looking up at his GQ face and killer body, I took his cock in my hand and pulled it toward me.
Dawson’s 8 inches stuck straight up. The head of his cock was small, but it got much thicker down the length to the base of his cock, so the deeper he would fuck me...the louder I would moan. The subtle shape of his cock always made for an excellent ride.
He put his hands on the back of my head and pulled me forward. My lips wrapped around the crown of his cock.
“Fuck yeah!” Dawson exclaimed. “I love your lips around my cock!”
As my tongue swirled around his invading prick, I could detect a slight hint of piss. Obviously, he had taken a leak before he had come to my apartment. Anything from his dick tasted good though, so I was not complaining.
He pushed his cock past the back of my throat, and my lips expanded to take the base of his cock into my mouth.
Over the past three months, I had gotten pretty decent at deepthroating Dawson’s dick. It had taken a little work at first, but now he could shove all 8 inches in, and I wouldn’t gag...most of the time.
Holding my head in place, the jock began to thrust his hips...back and forth. His long cock plowed in and out of my slurping and sucking mouth.
“You’re the best cocksucker I ever had,” he growled as he closed his eyes and began to find his pace.
On my knees in only my white briefs, I held onto his thick calves as he fucked my mouth.
Suckling on his cock, I also licked up and down the shaft of his prick.
Burying his cock all the way down my throat, he held my head against his pubes. I deeply inhaled his spicy and masculine scent. In fact, Dawson smelled so good that it made my ass wiggle.
Keeping his cock buried deep down my throat, he reached down my back and began to squeeze the cheeks of my ass.
“I’m ready to fuck you!”
He jerked his cock from my mouth and pulled me up by my arms.
He forced me over the arm of my leather couch with my ass in the air. Jerking down my briefs, I could hear him rip the condom wrapper.
I felt his rough hands spread my cheeks. He spit and squirted a little lube on my pink hole.
With my head still spinning from having just sucked his dick with all of my might, I felt the head of his protected cock penetrate my slit.
“Yeah!” I moaned from beneath him. “Stick it in my ass, Dawson!”
“You’re gonna get every inch,” he grunted as he drove more of his cock into my ass. The lips of my hole began to open as the shaft widened.
I moaned.
Dawson groaned.
“Fucking tight ass!” He said throwing back his head.
He impaled me all the way to the thick, tree trunk of his base.
He grabbed me by my shoulders and began to plow my hole.
Brutally, he began to slam my ass with his cock.
“God, yeah!” I screamed out. “Fuck me!”
As the jock pummeled my ass, I began to feel drops of his sweat fall from his brow onto my back.
He moved his hands to my hips and kicked my legs further apart. With this even better vantage point, Dawson began to drill deeper into my pink hole.
“Yeah, man, you’re really opening up,” he groaned.
Supporting my upper body with my hands, I gently bit my lower lip as his thick cock stretched me open and closed...in and out...over and over.
“Fuuuuuuuccckkkkkk!” He yelled as I felt the head of his cock start to swell inside of the rubber. “I’m gonna shoot!”
He slammed my lean form as he drilled me like a jackhammer.
I could feel his cock contract and fill the condom with his sticky and salty cum.
“Daaayyyyuuuummmmm!” Dawson moaned as he continued to shoot.
I had wanted him to breed me since the first time that he had fucked me.... But he was extremely concerned with being safe. Safe is always cool, but I wanted his cum in my ass so bad. I couldn’t help it. It was not politically correct or even responsible to think that, but fuck it....
I had never had a guy cum inside of me. But, I was endlessly fascinated by bareback porn on GayTube. So far, it was only a fantasy.
My cock was so hard. As Dawson had fucked my ass, my dick had been rubbing against my leather couch.
As I reached down to stroke my cock, he quickly pulled out.
I winced slightly from his sudden vacancy.
“Sorry dude,” Dawson said almost indifferently. “I gotta jet.”
I looked over my shoulder at him with an incredulous look on my flushed face. “Come again?!” I asked. “No pun intended....”
He jerked the condom off of his cock and tossed it to the carpeted floor.
I hated when he did that.
“I gotta get going,” he replied curtly as he pulled up his jockstrap and shorts up from around his ankles. “I’ll finish ya off next time.”
He had done this before, and it had always pissed me off. Dawson knew this too, but it would still happen. He was not the most considerate guy in Atlanta.
He grabbed his car keys out of his shorts pocket. “I gotta get to the stadium before Katie freaks out and starts trying to track me down.”
“Fine!” I muttered tersely as my 6 inches began to deflate.
“I’ll text you this weekend, Shane,” the jock replied as he backed away and disappeared out the door. With a click of the doorknob, he was gone.
With my mouth open in disbelief and my hole still stretched from Dawson’s fucking, I stood there like a chump with my briefs around my ankles....