Free Love on Site by Neil Plakcy

subject to tax in multiple locations. My clients must have investable assets of at least ten million dollars.”
    “Sounds very cool. Maybe someday I’ll have enough money to use your services.”
    “Perhaps.” Roberto looked over at me and smiled, then patted my thigh. “You are still very young. Who knows what your future holds?”
    We talked and flirted our way through our entrées. The waiter took away our dirty plates and Roberto asked me, “Dessert?”
    I lowered my voice. “I’d rather have you.”
    He laughed. “Well, that can be arranged. You live near here, don’t you?”
    “A few blocks.”
    He ransomed his car from the valet and negotiated the local streets over to my building—harder than you might think because of the intersection of roads and canals. I was fidgeting by the time he pulled into a guest parking space at my building. I leaned over to kiss him, and he pushed me back gently. “We are in no hurry,” he said.
    I took a deep breath. I could be patient, I thought, especially if I knew my reward was ahead. I led him through the building and into the elevator. We rode up in silence.
    “Most of the furniture doesn’t belong to us,” I said as I opened the door to the apartment, praying that Larry and Gavin were still out on the town. “So don’t get the wrong idea.”
    “It’s lovely,” he said, taking in the expanse of starlit Biscayne Bay outside the sliding glass doors. “But I’d like to see your room.”
    I took his hand and led him down the hall. Once we were in my room with the door closed securely behind us, he wrapped his arms around me and pressed his lips to mine. I couldn’t get close enough to him; I tried to wrap my leg around his butt and pull him into me.
    He was a slow, deliberate kisser. Our lips met, still flavored by the wine we’d drunk at dinner. His kisses were delicate and feathery against my lips. I tried to open my mouth, but he wouldn’t let me at first, pressing them closed with the tip of a finger. Our noses rubbed together, and our cheeks, and I felt how very smooth his were, as if he’d shaved again just before.
    I inhaled his scent of bay rum, so old-fashioned and different from Walter’s fresh lemon. He put one hand on the back of my head, the other around my waist. I felt like I’d stumbled into a black and white movie.
    After a couple of minutes of kissing, I pulled back and began to unbutton my shirt. “No, please, allow me,” Roberto said.
    He leaned close to me, and once again I inhaled his aftershave as his fingers slowly undid my buttons. “You are such a beautiful young man,” he said as he slid my shirt off my shoulders.
    I shivered with the suddenness of the air-conditioned air against my skin. Goose bumps rose on my arms as I longed to feel his skin against mine.
    He laid my shirt carefully on my desk chair, turned back to me and unbuckled my belt. My dick quivered at the proximity of his hands, pressing forward against my briefs, which felt soaked with precum. I was so impatient to be naked with him, but I forced myself to submit to his careful ministrations.
    He spread open my pants and admired the silhouette of my dick against the white fabric. “ Ay, qué lindo ,” he said, and I blushed. I wasn’t sure if he meant my dick or the whole of me, but it didn’t matter.
    I kicked my shoes off and stepped out of my pants. I would have left them pooled on the floor, but I knew Roberto wouldn’t appreciate that. So I bent over in my sexy underwear, showing him my ass. I heard him suck in his breath.
    I stood up and turned to him and began to unbutton his white linen shirt. He had a skinny chest, covered with silky black hair, and I longed to run my fingers over it. But I mimicked his behavior, laying the shirt carefully over the same chair as my shirt and pants.
    I turned back to his belt, hand-tooled leather with a gold buckle engraved with his initials. I opened it and undid his pants, then knelt. I lifted his right foot,