Baron's Last Hunt

Baron’s Last Hunt

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May sunlight, open and welcome, glittered against Stockholm’s sleek reflective surfaces. The light reminded Baron of lazy days spent watching the North Sea defeat the shoreline, days spent laughing at one brave soul who dared enter the cold water. He remembered the sun reflecting in the droplets sliding against goose-fleshed skin.

He remembered licking the salt from cold-puckered nipples.

His smile rose and died.

Not the time for dim memories. Baron silently gazed across the milling swarm of humanity bustling before Stockholm’s stately central train station. He hated parking across from the imposing Victorian pile, but rules were rules. An assortment of likely males walked in the open space soaring before the building, yet few prime choices met his strict approval. Sighing to himself, he lightly caressed the eager bulge pushing against his black linen trousers. On these special days, Baron’s randy cock completely lost control. His taut flesh couldn’t wait to meet a new friend.

Suddenly Baron’s seeking eyes fixed and focused in need. Ah. Perfect. What an extraordinarily wonderful young man.

“Derek….”

Derek knew exactly what his lonely Baron needed today. “No worries, I see him, sir. Do we speak of the slender, black-haired gentleman sporting the red T-shirt and ripped jeans?”

“Precisely.” Baron suddenly had trouble controlling his simmering excitement. Anticipation tried to defeat him. “He’s marvelous, eh, Derek? He’s the perfect one to celebrate my anniversary with me. He’s a classic. The man looks like a thoroughbred stallion, proud and feisty.”

“Indeed. I think the fine young man was created expressly for you. Shall I see if he’s willing, sir?”

“Please, Derek. Work your usual magic for me.”

Derek turned and winked toward Baron’s handsome face. “Please, you know I always perform my absolute best for you, sir.” As Derek spoke he departed from the driver’s seat and stalked, in his utterly sexy manner, across the crowded street.

Baron smiled in fond appreciation and admired Derek’s tight ass, although he knew now the firm male flesh was strictly off-limits. Even if the young man played it solo, his Derek was a total blessing. Who would imagine that lithe, sleek-muscled marvel packed into black, body-hugging livery was formerly a scrawny fuck-slag from Manchester’s dreary streets? In the three years since Baron rescued him from his dismal existence, dear Derek had certainly changed for the better. Today his delightful old-fashioned livery made his muscular body look ever so dominant. Derek was such a fine driver and bodyguard. Too bad the sensational man no longer wanted to be an expensive boy-toy. At least Baron still enjoyed Derek’s company. Lately Derek’s chess skills supplied welcome distractions during long winter nights.

Baron watched the initial contact. As he observed the exchange in fevered expectation, Baron slowly sipped his champagne.
Excellent
. Derek subtly gestured toward the black Rolls. The chosen young man peered across the street and laughed. His hand playfully swatted Derek’s broad back. Now that was a remarkable response; damn, at least Derek didn’t take the casual act in the wrong way. After all that had happened to him, skittish Derek truly disliked being touched by men. Instead of reacting negatively, Derek patted the man’s shoulder. They both stepped off the curb. As they walked across traffic, Derek merely held out one imposing hand toward the sun and all traffic halted for him. He acted like mighty Zeus on high.

Derek’s severe gesture made Baron hum in wet pleasure. His already strained cock twitched again.

Baron quickly slithered back on the smooth leather seat to make room for his adorable new guest. He inhaled a deep, centering breath. Each time felt like the first meeting; Baron’s heart pounded, his heavy balls tensed, and his thick cock stiffened in raw excitement. It didn’t matter that Baron performed this unusual act every month as a curious treat. He celebrated the anniversary of meeting his deceased lover by haunting this special train station and trying to recreate their first chance encounter. The act of picking up a lively young stranger made Baron’s sorrowful body and soul come alive, if only for a few stolen minutes. Baron’s tight nipples already caressed his fine ivory silk shirt even as his frantic cock tried leaping free from his trousers.

He knew his Samuel approved of the encounters. Samuel had celebrated life, not despair.

Yes, here they were. Derek opened the Rolls’ back door; he made that simple action look smart, precise, and sexy. Baron watched his guest gracefully climb in. The young man settled down, laughed again, and then, after he dropped his knapsack to the floor, he turned to face Baron. A strange look seasoned with pure disbelief darted across his pale face. His soft lower lip—mmm, so delicious—quirked in confusion. His ripe mouth slowly relaxed into a fresh smile. His luxuriant lashes met in three rapid blinks before he stared at Baron in subtle challenge. A small smile offered vague confrontation.

Oh no. Baron’s neck muscles clenched in ugly confusion. What did the man’s strange reaction mean? Did this luscious young man find him too old? He was only fifty-two! Perhaps he wasn’t handsome enough for this divine beauty’s taste? Unease attacked Baron’s nerves. He needed to ask. “Is something amiss?”

“No, dude, not at all. I’m just... er, a little surprised at seeing a handsome man in this killer car. This is a classic old baby, old to the point where I feared I’d see a feeble geezer hiding in here, drooling over his dentures in eager lust. You offer me a sweet surprise.” As he looked away from Baron, the young man lovingly ran his long fingers across the black leather seat before he wetly kissed his fingertips. “Yeow, this fine leather feels like right pure sex. The surface is supremely supple and smooth.”

Now Baron’s rampaging heart threatened to pop out and ruin the fine leather in question. This young man obviously understood exactly what Baron wanted from him. What a splendid gift. And praise heaven his British accent completed Baron’s true need. Utterly perfect!

Derek powered up the purring motor. He glanced over his broad right shoulder. A satisfied little smile played around his stern lips. “Where to, sir?”

“Young man?”

An elaborate shrug arched the man’s elegant shoulders. “Hey, I planned on wandering around this fine old city before I scored a cheap place to crash. I had business to attend to, but something tells me it’s not pressing.” As the youth spoke, he shot Baron a merry, knowing grin.

Baron tossed a nod toward his smiling driver. “Then—please, Derek, a random driving tour around Stockholm sounds appropriate. Let’s show our new friend the sights.”

“Very good, sir.” Derek smoothly pulled the Rolls away from the curb and immersed the impressive car into the traffic’s tidy flow. Now came his favorite part. Watching Baron in sexual action felt far more exciting than a mundane financial bonus. Derek might not want men touching his flesh anymore, but he never lost the taste for watching two males meet in wet action. And that sweet young man—well, he certainly deserved careful watching. Derek adored the fanciful challenge of navigating through traffic while monitoring the action via his rear-view mirror. Happily not one accident marred his pristine driving record.

As he fell into host mode, Baron held up the open bottle of Bollinger RD 1973. “Care for champagne?”

“Whoa, quite an impressive vintage. It’s not every day I enjoy a free ride and tasty treats. You are one stylish host.” The young man accepted the crystal champagne flute and instinctively held the glass by the long stem. Yes, just as Baron thought; this beautiful boy possessed breeding. His flashing white teeth looked too perfect and his speech, while peppered with casual slang, sounded smooth and precise, his tone smoothed from years of expensive schooling. Quality upbringing crafted this lustrous young Brit. Intriguing.

After they saluted each other and sipped, both men secured their flutes into the small, pull-down teak shelf. Baron rested back against the comfortable seat and presented his guest with his usual shy smile. The initial encounter always made him feel nervous and silly. He felt twenty-five again, unsure and wondering if he’d made a serious mistake in exposing his forbidden desire to another male. “What can I call you?”

A sly little smile curved the man’s moist lips. “Do you mean what can you call me, or what’s my name?”

“Whichever you prefer.”

The young man’s smile widened in subtle mockery. “OK, great. You can call me Rogue.”

What a tempting tease. “So be it. Hello, Rogue, I’m Baron.”

“Hello, Baron. Tell me, is that a name or a title?”

Baron smiled again. Their little game pleased him. “Whichever
you
prefer.” He loved the silly nickname dear Samuel had bestowed on him: Baron Wildcock. Today the nickname’s final part remained tucked away.

“Uh-huh. So be it right back at you. Good enough.” After shooting another slightly mocking smile at Baron, Rogue stretched his long body in a calculated display of tight male flesh. “Right now I prefer to remove this smelly shirt from my body. I’ve worn the stinking thing for two days. Can you believe some asshole nicked my bag off the train? I hope the pervert gets off on my dirty underwear. I need to buy more.” Without hesitation Rogue whipped off his tight red T-shirt and dropped the wrinkled garment onto the floor. Another satisfied stretch rolled his pale, fine skin against his lean young muscles. Once Rogue finished, he casually dropped his right hand against his crotch.

Dear Lord on high. Had Baron picked up a seasoned young hustler? It wouldn’t be the first time; look at his delicious Derek. Not that he minded a clean professional, but Baron preferred the subtle chase instead of practiced seduction. If Rogue’s elegant fingers reached for Baron’s zipper, then he’d own his true answer.

Instead, Rogue shifted his weight. His firm back rested against the opposite door. Rogue kept his knowing dark stare locked to Baron’s blue-gray gaze. He lifted his right leg and slid his denim-clad flesh behind Baron’s ass.

Baron’s body leapt in breathless response. His eyes instantly followed Rogue’s slim length right up to Rogue’s impressive, cloth-bound basket. Ha, all Baron could think was the V created by Rogue’s wantonly spread thighs reminded him of the pattern formed by migrating geese. The shape winged up toward true masculine paradise.

Cocking his head in question, Rogue lightly patted his own crotch. The casual gesture both demanded and ordered.

Why waste time? Releasing his pent-up breath, Baron lunged forward and pulled the battered zipper down with his teeth. The rich smell of sweet, sweaty boy-flesh welled into his delighted nostrils.
Mmm
. As he controlled his deep breathing, Baron’s fingers quickly undid the decorative brass belt buckle. In one well-practiced move, he pulled the worn jeans toward the seat. Rogue briefly hiked his hips up so Baron could free his manly flesh. Dear Lord, no underwear got in the way. Marvelous. Baron thanked the thief who’d stolen Rogue’s bag and left the young beauty briefless.

Nirvana appeared in the form of a spectacularly beautiful cock the color of a rosy, warm spring sunrise. A cock flanked by luxurious black curls beckoned to Baron’s quivering lips. This quality young man even owned pretty pubic hair. Leaning down, Baron toyed his lips over smooth hard flesh, gratified at how quickly Rogue leapt to complete arousal. He pulled back and yanked at tufts of curly hair. The gasping moans told Baron he traveled the correct sexual path. The long cock bobbed against his cheek. Pre-cum slithered against his skin. Quite a lovely facial. Baron rolled the weeping cock to his other cheek and nipped at more curly hair.

Long years of play told Baron to return to the main event. His eager lips encircled that musky shaft and began the seductive assault. Yes, this was where Baron truly belonged, not at his tedious banking empire or stuffy high-end social events. He belonged here, worshipping at the supreme altar of the precious male cock, worshipping musk, sweat and cum. He knew he chased sexual danger.

He didn’t care. His life with Samuel ended his cares. Now he lived for brief ecstasies.

But if this man decided to remain in Stockholm for a while, Baron wanted to see him as much as possible.

As Baron swirled his experienced tongue in wet need, Rogue’s gratified gasps evolved into coherent words. “Yes, mmm, wow, I never expected such a handsome rich dude to own a skilled mouth like a high-class whore. Ahh. You are bloody wicked! Come on, Baron, make me feel paradise, Make me—ahh….” Rogue’s low rushed words mutated into pleased whimpers. His fingers dug into Baron’s thick hair.

How fine! Actual words? Most of Baron’s young conquests merely sprawled there grunting like truffle-rooting pigs. Pursing his lips tighter, Baron pulled and nursed the quivering hot flesh. He slid his fingers up and urgently massaged the heavy sac. He so loved the texture of a young man’s vital nuts. As he worked his fingers, lips, and tongue in concert, Baron succumbed to the glorious physical realm.

Fascinating; this time Baron didn’t have to force himself to imagine he sucked dear Samuel’s beloved cock. No, instead Baron completely gloried in this boy’s fine young cock. The hot flesh demanded Baron’s heated sensual attention. His tongue attacked. His fingers squeezed with long-practiced skill. Yes, Baron knew how to cause a little pain, but not enough to ruin the physical fun.