:faq1: zlatan knew he had to produce something special to make the first team. the talent at inter goes so deep that he knew it wasn’t his football alone that held the answer and the secret to success here. he knew as much as he hated to admit it that he had to do what he did with fabio capello to get del piero’s spot.
he waited until the board meeting had dispersed- making sure that moratti remained alone at the board room before going in. as he went in he couldn’t exactly understand why he was so nervous but he is. it is not as if he hasn’t been in moratti’s presence or done what he knows he came here to DO BEFORE but he is nervous.
moratti sits in the far end of the room and he can only see him weakly from the door. that is mainly because of the massive natuire of the room. the length of it plus the over fifty chairs surrounding the big round table. what adds on to the enormity of the room is that they are on the 50th floor and isolated.
zlatan drew a deep breath and hoped with all hope that this doesn’t backfire on him at that some stage. just the sheer thought of the world knowing what he is truly like or what had really happened BETWEEN HIM and capello and now is about to happen with Moratti would surely ruin his young career.
he could almost feel moratti responding to his anxiety- he tried to will himself on just always remembering that this is crucial to his success at inter. as his father always use to say to him ‘you do what you gatta do.’
‘Come in son.’ THOSE WERE moratti’s words as he tried to marshal him forward. zlatan moved and from just that moratti knew only his way will do tonight
‘you certainly surprised me by responding to my suggestions about tonight.’
‘why does that SURPRISE you Sir’ – Zlatan enquires.
‘well look at yourself, handsome, strong… you’re more of a ladies man- arent you?
‘tonight i am whoever you want me to be.’
‘then come closer.’
again zlatan did as the older man suggested until he came to A HALT in front of him. he watched as moratti’s eyes travelled up his body- weighing him. he is vulnerable to anything the old man says and it’s jaw dropping but he likes this. he is responding to this. it doesn’t seem to surprise him. he’s apparently into this sort of thing.
‘streap down to your underwear.’
again he got no objection from the young one and that’s how he knows he can push this as hard as he has to. zlatan stripped down to his briefs showing off his incredible physique. he has been an athlete for most of his young life and all the years of hard work that has gone in to his training is telling. moratti too likes what he sees.
‘we’re gonnna make you a star my boy.’
he says caressing the back of his thighs. he closses his eyes just from the sheer pleasure of having another man feel him up like that. it’s arousing that’s why and he can feel his arousal BUILDING JUST from having moratti’s hands there. but moratti is not a gentle man one can always tell from the imposing way he runs his club- its neithr healthy or correct. ZLATAN IS about to discover this.
‘turn around.’
again the young man does as he is ordered. he turns around. moratti roughly pulls off his briefs exposing him wholly.
‘bend over’
that is when he sees it zlatans perfect cherry hole that made him so turned on it reminded him of that usher song “go on and hit- that’s what it’s made for.” and he gladly obeyed to that request. with his middle finger he began teasing zlatans entrance. the young man likes it because he begins moving his hips around trying to get moratti’s finger to penetrate him. he sways steadinly until he has taken all of moratti inside. moratti can tell already that this isnt zlatans first encoiunter of this nature.
‘i see someone’s been here already.’
he took that as he allowance to get in a second finger. zlatan moans only increased with this as he was getting harder and harder.
‘we’re enjoying this arent we? who else has been here zlatan, who else knows that you’re a hungry SLUT? how many have you let in here to get as far as you HAVE?’
he got no response from zlatan so he continued playing with his insides and drawing out those sounds of pure ecstacy and pleasure until he got too impatient. moratti is not here to please this boy- he is here for himself…
‘turn around.’
again zlatan does as he is told.
‘unzip me using your mouth and get artistic- no one is a child here.’
zlatan gets on his knees. he knows exactly how to do this and just where to touch and just how much. he starts by feeling on MORATTI’S BULGE and smiles at the size of that thing. he cant wait to have something of it’s zise inside him right now. but he has to HOLD HIS enthusiasm for now. he has to serve his master first and overlook himself. like a HUNGRY ANIMAL he begins to undo the zip with his teeth, chewing on it until it was undone. as soon as he was done bringing down moratti’s pant he kept his eyes on the bulge. he doesn’t care who owns the face he wants it now and moratti senses the urgency of the young man so he moves his hips out of the way so that he can remove his underwear.
zlatan let out a moan when he saw that thing and he knew he wouldn’t be able to control HIMSELF FOR long.
zlatan took a deep breath and celebrated
‘oh yes!’
‘you like THAT?’
‘oh yes!’
‘then suck, suck until i feel relief and cum inside your mouth.’
zlatan neednt be told twice his mouth was on moratti who leaned back in his chair bracing his arms on either side to keep from falling over from just the sheer pleasure of it. a wet tongue lapped around his balls, moved up teasinlgy along his length, dragging along his underside. when zlatan started sucking he let out a soft a moan. relief builded slowly as he felt zlatan’s throat muscles move around him. he felt himself soar.
he shouts out a warning
‘I’m gonna cum.’
zlatan withdraws just to say:
‘oh please cum… please come deep in my mouth sir’
and after sucking and licking just a little bit more Moratti began unloading his juices at the back of zlatan’s throat. he swallowed HARD and that he couldn’t he let spill out so he could lick him clean when he is done. they were in the middle of this when they heard a creak from the door. both heads turned and shock took over as they noticed it IS Mancini watching them. this is exactly the way it LOOKS. zlatan’s face dirty from moratti’s cum. he had been kneeling in front of him giving him a blow job.
Mancini watches in disbelief. he is not the only one though, the room has gone still and tense from all this as all three men wonder what will happen next.
chapter 2 to follow soon...
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he waited until the board meeting had dispersed- making sure that moratti remained alone at the board room before going in. as he went in he couldn’t exactly understand why he was so nervous but he is. it is not as if he hasn’t been in moratti’s presence or done what he knows he came here to DO BEFORE but he is nervous.
moratti sits in the far end of the room and he can only see him weakly from the door. that is mainly because of the massive natuire of the room. the length of it plus the over fifty chairs surrounding the big round table. what adds on to the enormity of the room is that they are on the 50th floor and isolated.
zlatan drew a deep breath and hoped with all hope that this doesn’t backfire on him at that some stage. just the sheer thought of the world knowing what he is truly like or what had really happened BETWEEN HIM and capello and now is about to happen with Moratti would surely ruin his young career.
he could almost feel moratti responding to his anxiety- he tried to will himself on just always remembering that this is crucial to his success at inter. as his father always use to say to him ‘you do what you gatta do.’
‘Come in son.’ THOSE WERE moratti’s words as he tried to marshal him forward. zlatan moved and from just that moratti knew only his way will do tonight
‘you certainly surprised me by responding to my suggestions about tonight.’
‘why does that SURPRISE you Sir’ – Zlatan enquires.
‘well look at yourself, handsome, strong… you’re more of a ladies man- arent you?
‘tonight i am whoever you want me to be.’
‘then come closer.’
again zlatan did as the older man suggested until he came to A HALT in front of him. he watched as moratti’s eyes travelled up his body- weighing him. he is vulnerable to anything the old man says and it’s jaw dropping but he likes this. he is responding to this. it doesn’t seem to surprise him. he’s apparently into this sort of thing.
‘streap down to your underwear.’
again he got no objection from the young one and that’s how he knows he can push this as hard as he has to. zlatan stripped down to his briefs showing off his incredible physique. he has been an athlete for most of his young life and all the years of hard work that has gone in to his training is telling. moratti too likes what he sees.
‘we’re gonnna make you a star my boy.’
he says caressing the back of his thighs. he closses his eyes just from the sheer pleasure of having another man feel him up like that. it’s arousing that’s why and he can feel his arousal BUILDING JUST from having moratti’s hands there. but moratti is not a gentle man one can always tell from the imposing way he runs his club- its neithr healthy or correct. ZLATAN IS about to discover this.
‘turn around.’
again the young man does as he is ordered. he turns around. moratti roughly pulls off his briefs exposing him wholly.
‘bend over’
that is when he sees it zlatans perfect cherry hole that made him so turned on it reminded him of that usher song “go on and hit- that’s what it’s made for.” and he gladly obeyed to that request. with his middle finger he began teasing zlatans entrance. the young man likes it because he begins moving his hips around trying to get moratti’s finger to penetrate him. he sways steadinly until he has taken all of moratti inside. moratti can tell already that this isnt zlatans first encoiunter of this nature.
‘i see someone’s been here already.’
he took that as he allowance to get in a second finger. zlatan moans only increased with this as he was getting harder and harder.
‘we’re enjoying this arent we? who else has been here zlatan, who else knows that you’re a hungry SLUT? how many have you let in here to get as far as you HAVE?’
he got no response from zlatan so he continued playing with his insides and drawing out those sounds of pure ecstacy and pleasure until he got too impatient. moratti is not here to please this boy- he is here for himself…
‘turn around.’
again zlatan does as he is told.
‘unzip me using your mouth and get artistic- no one is a child here.’
zlatan gets on his knees. he knows exactly how to do this and just where to touch and just how much. he starts by feeling on MORATTI’S BULGE and smiles at the size of that thing. he cant wait to have something of it’s zise inside him right now. but he has to HOLD HIS enthusiasm for now. he has to serve his master first and overlook himself. like a HUNGRY ANIMAL he begins to undo the zip with his teeth, chewing on it until it was undone. as soon as he was done bringing down moratti’s pant he kept his eyes on the bulge. he doesn’t care who owns the face he wants it now and moratti senses the urgency of the young man so he moves his hips out of the way so that he can remove his underwear.
zlatan let out a moan when he saw that thing and he knew he wouldn’t be able to control HIMSELF FOR long.
zlatan took a deep breath and celebrated
‘oh yes!’
‘you like THAT?’
‘oh yes!’
‘then suck, suck until i feel relief and cum inside your mouth.’
zlatan neednt be told twice his mouth was on moratti who leaned back in his chair bracing his arms on either side to keep from falling over from just the sheer pleasure of it. a wet tongue lapped around his balls, moved up teasinlgy along his length, dragging along his underside. when zlatan started sucking he let out a soft a moan. relief builded slowly as he felt zlatan’s throat muscles move around him. he felt himself soar.
he shouts out a warning
‘I’m gonna cum.’
zlatan withdraws just to say:
‘oh please cum… please come deep in my mouth sir’
and after sucking and licking just a little bit more Moratti began unloading his juices at the back of zlatan’s throat. he swallowed HARD and that he couldn’t he let spill out so he could lick him clean when he is done. they were in the middle of this when they heard a creak from the door. both heads turned and shock took over as they noticed it IS Mancini watching them. this is exactly the way it LOOKS. zlatan’s face dirty from moratti’s cum. he had been kneeling in front of him giving him a blow job.
Mancini watches in disbelief. he is not the only one though, the room has gone still and tense from all this as all three men wonder what will happen next.
chapter 2 to follow soon...
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