I did not want to insult people, by saying that there are not a lot of readers out there. I just hoped for a bit more feedback on the story. For those who are still there, thank you! May this story make you happy and put a smile on your face.

Chapter 5

Saturday could not come fast enough. His idea of the agreement was weighing heavy on his conscience. As the days passed by, he was becoming more and more convinced that Brett would kick him out and tell him to never talk to him again.

His written idea of their relationship - if one would call it that - was heavy in his bag when he entered the house with two of his employees. Brett gave him a wonderful smile and Santiago could see a glint in his.

"Alright, Mr. Pierce. There is not a lot to do, I see. " He said in his business voice, then turned to his employees. "One on laundry and bathroom, and the other one kitchen, please." He said and walked into the living room to get started.

Instead of following him, Brett told Santiago that he would be in his office to do some work. The Latino gave him a simple smile and began collecting the dishes.

Brett was nervous. He printed out a couple of contracts for Santiago to understand what it meant. The blonde checked each of them carefully and placed the one, that would fit best for them, on top. He played this in his head more than once. Questions over questions occupied his mind. Would Santiago want to read it right there? Would he leave and come back? Would they read it together?

The blonde tried to focus on work, but it was impossible. He just hoped that Santiago would soon be here. He needed to talk about this. He wanted to get this over and start something. Last week, Santiago was so ready, Brett could see it. The Latino wanted him. And Brett could not deny his feelings as well.

When Santiago sent his employees home, telling them he will finish up the money part, Brett jumped from his chair. He heard the Latino come up the stairs.

"Hey." He said shyly. Brett smiled. Hearing Santiago´s soft voice made him feel like a teenager again.

"Hey." He replied and went over to his desk. "So, I wrote something together for the two of us to-" Brett said, but was interrupted by a flustered Latino.

"I actually have one myself. I tried putting everything in that I thought was important." Santiago said timidly, pulling out a big stack of paper.

"How many pages are there?" Brett asked with bulged eyes, dropping his contract back on the desk. Next to him.

"I just thought, that I would get everything out and everything turned out to be 20 pages." Santiago said handing it to the blonde.

"Well, let´s see." Brett said sitting down, and started reading. "Both parties agree that this a business agreement. Both parties chose a save environment for their activities.

Nothing of what is happening between the parties is to be discussed outside of their chosen save environment.

Both parties agree to be tested in advance for and STD and STI´s." He mumbled on feeling Santiago´s eyes on him at all times. "There is can bareback. If not condoms have to be available at all times. Swallowing of any bodily fluids is up to each party. Before sex the intensity should be discussed."

"Is it too much?" Santiago asked. Brett has been silent for too long, because when he was done reading he kept staring at the last page.

"Well, I´d say it is a lot. But sure, it is a non-disclosure-agreement and it should make you feel safe and I understand it. Not quiet what I have expected, but... but give me some time to think about it, ok? I just wanna read through it again and make sure I can agree to everything." He said without looking at Santiago.

The Latino agreed and got up. "I´ll leave you to it. See you next week, Brett." He received nothing but a huffed nod. Brett was still fixated on the contract he held in his hand. He couldn´t look at Santiago at the moment. He was upset. He was amused. He was disappointed. Of course, Brett was more than aware that if something would happen between the two of them, they would have an agreement. But this contract the Latino has written out was ridiculous. Right?

Brett tried hard to understand the Latino´s point of view.

When he heard the front door fall into the lock, he got up and threw the contract on his desk, next to the one he had grabbed, but never got the chance to give to Santiago.

All evening, he read and re-read the NDA. Santiago wanted safety, there was no denying that. But Brett felt a bit overwhelmed with what he had read. It was quite detailed already, but again, there was still a lot missing. Brett began making notes. All of the communication and written correspondence falls within the NDA. Both parties agree to not talk about the interaction, publish it or duplicate it.

"I should have studied English." Brett laughs and takes a sip of his beer. He and Santiago will probably have another meeting to hash some things out, maybe writing most of it together.

Santiago on the other hand was sitting in front of his TV and hoped that Brett would send him a message, but he knew that this was a stupid hope he was chasing. Brett would be reading over and over again of what he had written and laugh about every single line.

Maybe it would have been smart to take the contracts home, which Brett wanted him to have. He should have read these first before going all crazy on his own. When he picked up his phone and contemplated about sending Brett a message.

He started typing, then erased it. He repeated this action five times until he finally had the guts to send a message.

I kinda forgot to take your examples with me today. You wouldn´t have them as a PDF – Santiago

He hoped that Brett would answer quickly. Santiago was antsy. He wanted to read and see if his written contract was good. He needed to know. But Brett had yet to answer his message. The Latino checked if the message has been read, but he realized it was not even a full minute that it had been sent.

"Be cool." He encouraged himself. Brett will cooperate with him, for sure. The blonde was probably reading his contract or watched TV. Santiago tried to find any excuse possible, because honestly, he was panicking.

Brett was walking into the kitchen to grab another bottle. He saw that his cell phone had an unread message on it. He opened it, to see it was from Santiago. He smiled at the message and pressed the call button. The Latino answered after a single ring.

"Someone´s eager." Brett said smiling.

"Well, no. Yeah. I don´t know. I was just panicking to be honest." Santiago stuttered. He never felt this scared before. Something about this new endeavor made his inside tingle. He wanted to get this started quickly.

"Don´t." Brett said in a calming voice. "Don´t panic. This first time is always somewhat overwhelming. I was reading through it right now. I have some additions already, but I think, maybe we could sit down together and get this done as soon as possible."

Silence.

"I would like that. Honestly, I am getting really excited about this." The Latino admitted. He heard the blonde man chuckled on the other end of the line.

"Well, I can say the same. I cannot wait to spread my bodily fluids all over you." Brett replied.

"How can you make this so dirty, before we even started?" Santiago asked.

"Well, what do you expect? Have you seen you? I would get tested today, if I meant to get with you. I would really appreciate if we could go without a rubber." Brett said carefully.

Then there was silence again. Brett could hear the man breath. The Latino was thinking. Almost losing himself in the silence, Brett heard him say something. "Come again, Santiago, I didn´t catch that."

"I said ok, but under one condition." Santiago repeated. "We can´t be with anyone else, well you."

"Ok." Brett blurted out. He would do anything to be with Santiago. Besides, if the first and or second time weren´t to his liking, he will just stop this whole thing and move on.

"Cool," Brett could hear a big weight lifted of the Latino´s shoulders. "So when can we meet and finish this?" He asked as seductive as possible.

"Why don´t you stay longer again, next Saturday? I can already tell you that one maid will be enough. And I will also head to the clinic on Friday. We could get everything set up and have it ready by Saturday afternoon and get rocking." Brett said with a chuckle.

"Alright. I will do that as well, I guess." Santiago said and was about to say his goodbye´s, when something else popped into his mind. "Brett, could you still send me the contracts? I mean, if you have them as files?"

"Sure, no problem. Give me an email address to send it to and I will do that right away." Brett replied and they said their goodbyes.

Santiago was letting out the biggest breath of relieve he didn´t know he held inside. He was really excited and typed a quick message to Brett. He wanted those NDA´s to understand it better. To be aware what was lying ahead of him.

As soon as his inbox pinged, he opened the email and started reading. This was some though law crap. When Santiago opened the first NDA, he could already see some stuff he missed. He didn´t think of all the pretext or preface. He couldn´t name it.

This looked so sophisticated. Everything seemed to be tight and Santiago liked it. He would sign it right away, but he had to warn himself, to not get overly excited. This was still a contract between two people to have sex and not talk about it.

Still, Santiago was excited. He would finally experience sex with someone who seemed to have a lot of reference. Brett was special to Santiago. This blonde Adonis got him feeling like a teenager. In Santiago eyes, this was going to be his first time all over again, just not as sloppy. He saw Brett dancing, and damn was he flexible.

As he closed his laptop and placed it on the table, he felt something hard against his stomach. He looked down and saw an evident tent in his pants. His dick was so hard, just from reading and imagining what could happen between them.

He got up from the couch and awkwardly walked into his bedroom. His hard cock made his underwear even tighter around his hips and ass. He roughly pulled his underwear below his dick, leaving his balls inside. "This is better." He mumbled and fell onto his bed. Quickly he grabbed his mushroomed head and rubbed the precum all over his meaty pole. He could feel the bigger veins that were filled with blood and when pulling roughly upwards, the heaviness of his balls.

He will have fun playing with himself all evening. And he will enjoy every second of it. This is going to be the beginning of a sexy friendship. Santiago couldn´t wait for it to begin.

He searched for a clinic to get himself tested. He didn´t believe that he had anything. Because, let´s be honest here. He didn´t have any intercourse after Fernando, but got himself checked right away. Santiago felt weird about going to the same clinic again.

Halfway across town, Brett Pierce was done with reviewing the NDA. Adding certain clauses and question marks. He and Santiago will have some stuff to discuss on Saturday. After, her put all of that aside, he finally got back to his papers. He still had a freelance job to finish and this should have had priority, but sometimes a man thinks with his dick. Brett chuckled at his own thought.

What else was he to think with? The Latino was a sexy man. He kept his body in shape and by what Fernando described, his dick was splendid.

If Brett remembered correctly he called it ´so suckable and juicy´. Fernando also told the blonde back then, that at first he felt like having his throat plugged so tightly, because of its sheer size.

The Latino seems to be a dominant man, by description. Brett decided to change that. He will show him how to be behave, be a sub and learn pleasure.

Brett knew that he was a free spirit and he loved his life and all the pleasure that came with it. He could have easily lived in the 70´s. This would have been his crazy years. He remembers how his father and mother told him about free love and laughed. They met back in the days and, well, have been together ever since.

It is a love story Brett could only hope for. But for now, he enjoyed life like it was the 70´s. But better protected from STI´s and STD´s.

It took him another two hours to finish up his algorithm, before he left his office, took a shower and went to bed.