I finally broke down and wrote a story to post. I hope you enjoy it, for I had fun writing about Afton and his fast seduction of his younger, innocent and naïve young lover. Please leave a comment if you like it and let me know what you thought. Remember, be kind – it’s my first story!
Afton Finemoore, a powerful thirty something businessman, entered the coffee shop at precisely 10:00am, the same time he always did on the days he was in the city. It was habit whenever he was here on business and he rarely failed on breaking it. But today something was different when he pushed through the double glass door. The patrons were always the same, faces he’d stared at day in and day out, but today there was a new blond man that stood at the counter talking with the cashier. He captured Afton’s attention with his cowboy looking demeanor and muscular jock-like physique. This guy was not Afton’s type, but something had caught his interest.
Afton paused, ignoring a few greetings until he finally shook off his attraction and said his hello’s. Greta, a long time friend raised an eyebrow at his distraction and smoothly slide to his side with an air of amusement. “You okay?”
He shook his head with a sly smile and turned to his friend, “Of course. What are you doing here?”
She laughed, smoothing out her immaculate blonde hair. “I wanted to talk to you and you’re ignoring my calls and texts.” She looked back at the cute blond guy at the counter and sighed. “I didn’t think you went for blonds?”
Afton shrugged, “I am not ignoring you, Greta. I am busy. I’ve got the fundraiser at my house tomorrow and I have just had other priorities. What is so important that you had to stalk me here?” He adored Greta, but sometimes her theatrics shattered his nerves.
“Carmen is beside herself that you haven’t invited her to the fundraiser. I wanted to beg you to retract your stance that she’s never allowed inside your house again.” She inched closer, “Would you? For me?”
Afton groaned, looking away. He truly disliked Carmen. He’d banned her from his house after his last party, when he’d found her naked in his bed once all the other guests had departed. She’d snuck upstairs into his private domain and remained hidden. All because she assumed he wanted to have sex with her, when in actuality, he’d wanted the man she’d come with, her cousin or something like that. After a moment he shook his head, “No, not ever for you, Greta. I love you, but Carmen is a menace.”
Greta pouted but knew she wouldn’t get anywhere if she kept up her theatrics. Afton hadn’t become a wealthy tycoon by being soft. She patted the lapel of his Armani black suit, smoothing out the edge so it laid flat, sighing loudly. She had a selfish need to touch his chest, knowing that just beneath the fabric was a well formed chiseled body. Understanding who and what Afton was, she accepted this was the closest she would ever come to feeling his hard body beneath her fingers.
Smiling up into his hard smooth face, Greta submitted. He looked GQ handsome today; his black hair recently trimmed short which only accentuated his green eyes to dominate his face. He watched her with those intimidating orbs, waiting to see if she’d try again, so she surprised him by stepping away.
“Thank you for not pushing this, Greta,” he finally said, tucking her under his arm and steering her towards the ordering counter. While they walked, he let out a soft whistle in appreciation. “You look fantastic today, what’s the occasion?”
She beamed, looking down at her fashion designer dress that was made from the finest of fabrics. The blush pink color perfectly complimented her blonde hair and made her blue eyes sparkle. The garment hugged her delicate frame and would have made any other man drool. “I have a date,” she replied sheepishly.
“Oh?” He asked, once more raising his brow in question. “Pray tell, who is this man who’s finally broken through your aversion to relationships?”
She laughed, “I know, but I couldn’t avoid it. Daddy said I’d be cut off if I didn’t marry soon and give him heirs to all his money. I couldn’t risk that. In reality, I have no choice. He’s rich, older and already had a few kids of his own. Daddy is strongly encouraging me to marry him whether I like him or not. I am thirty two this year and according to him, ‘the clock is ticking’. “
“Well, good luck.” At the counter, Afton stumbled when the blond man looked up apologetically with the most intense hazel eyes and then stepped out of the way. Being this close to him took Afton’s breath away and he was unable to formulate his order for two beats of his heavily thudding heart. He also swore that his cheeks burned hot with a blush at the meeting this younger man’s gaze.
Afton was thirty-three, rich, powerful and arrogant. He was never ruffled by another human being. But this younger man succeeded to do the unthinkable. There was something about him that affected Afton, though, and he wasn’t sure why. He appeared to be in his early to mid twenties with wavy blond hair and striking hazel eyes – he was spectacular. He jeans were old, his t-shirt plain white straining against defined muscles and he had on scuffed cowboy boots that had seen better days. What drew Afton was the innocence that wafted off him as if it were tangible. This man looked as if he just stepped off the bus from the country and now found himself in the middle of this big, sprawling city.
The cashier tucked her black hair behind her ear trying to hide her smile as she looked away from this blond man to Afton. “What can I get you, the usual?”
“Good morning, Mary. Yes, please. Make sure they hold the foam this time, it ruins the latte.”
“Of course, Sir.”
Seeing her punch in her order into the machine, Afton grew curious. He looked up to find the blond man watching him intensely with a slight blush. Afton smiled. “I am Afton Finemoore, you are?”
The man flinched from being spoken to and stammered while answering, ” E-ethan Watkins.” Ethan could tell this man was dangerously sensual and powerful and it awoke something primal in him that he thought he had buried long ago. It was obvious for everyone practically bowed to him as he entered. As much as he wanted to ignore the feeling, Ethan realized he was aroused and a little intimidated. His heart rammed in his chest and his shame exploded. He wasn’t gay. Why would he be having these thoughts about a gorgeous model looking man? Shit. He did it again. He wasn’t gay. He wasn’t.
“Watkins. Hmm, I don’t think I am familiar with your sirname. Is your family new to the city?” Afton couldn’t help but lean closer to him.
Ethan noticed and stepped back. “Just me. My parents are still on the dairy farm in Illinois. I came here to stay with my girlfriend, Mary,” he motioned to the cashier, “for a few months. She’s going to school here in New York and invited me to come experience this for myself.”
Afton beamed, “Excellent idea. I love this city.” An idea blossomed in his head and he lowered his voice, “Listen, I am hosting a fundraiser tomorrow night at my Manson. Would you and Mary both like to attend and I can show you a different side to city living?”
Mary practically squealed while Greta rolled her eyes in annoyance. Ethan just watched him while narrowing his eyes suspiciously. “You don’t know me and yet you’re inviting both me and Mary to your house?”
“Ethan, I invite all sorts of people to my house on a regular basis. It’s good for the charity I am raising money for, but don’t worry, I won’t expect anything from either of you. Here,” he reached into his jacket pocket to remove an invitation. “Present this at the gate and you’ll be directed to the party. I do hope to see both of you tomorrow.”
Mary handed him his latte with a wide grin. “I’ll drag him there myself. Thank you for the invitation, Mr. Finemoore.”
“Excellent. I’ll see you both tomorrow then.” He made sure not to look at Ethan again or he was afraid he would embarrass himself by grinning childishly.
Greta huffed as they turned away and she leaned in close when they exited the building. “You’ll invite two strangers but not Carmen? What has gotten into you? It’s the blond man isn’t it?”
“I am not sure to what you’re referring. And Carmen is banned because she refuses to accept I am gay.”
“Oh,” Greta shrugged, “she has, but she thinks she can change you.”
“I know, but she thinks you can be persuaded.”
Outside there was a long black limousine sitting in the road with a neatly dressed driver in black standing beside the open door, waiting for Afton to emerge. “Do you need a ride somewhere?”
“No, thank you. I am just heading out to a café round the corner to meet up with some friends before my date. I will see you tomorrow and I promise,” she rose up to kiss his cheek, “I won’t ask about Carmen again.”
He laughed at her words, stepping away and slipping into the limousine smoothly, disappearing behind mirrored glass and metal. Seconds later, the driver entered, putting the vehicle into drive and merging out into traffic.
Inside the coffee house, Ethan watched cautiously as the dark haired man departed. He’d felt a spark of something akin to attraction and he was horrified. He hadn’t had thoughts of men in years and he’d thought he moved past that confusing phase. But that man…he dragged up feelings so intense Ethan thought he would pass out. He had tried hard not to swing that way and had consciously steered his life down the path of standard relationships mostly from the reaction he’d receive from his parents. That was why he was here after all, but meeting Afton sent his mind spinning and threw all his attempts to remain straight into turmoil. Maybe it was being in a strange new city and being enamored with that man’s wealth and sensuality. He wasn’t sure, but he wouldn’t be going to his house tomorrow, no matter how badly Mary begged.
Afton stood on the top step of the grand staircase in the foyer of his huge Manson on the outskirts of town. The fundraiser for a children’s hospital was soon to begin and the event planner had outdone herself this time. The front part of the house was draped in pink and blue, the hospital colors with flowers, banners and garlands of fragrant flowers. Soon he would descend these very stairs and greet his guests, one at a time, shaking hands and kissing cheeks. These were the more influential people on his list and needed them to open their checkbooks tonight for the hospital needed a new wing supporting radical cancer treatments.
He knew they wouldn’t let him down. Who would deny the Great Mr. Finemoore? Not many.
Greta waltzed through the door just then, arrogantly tossing her fur coat to the servant standing near the door. “Afton, the drive looks amazing! Wherever did you get so many lights? It looks like a wonderland out there!”
Pleased with himself, Afton grinned. “You should see the garden. I think I spent more money out there.”
She clapped with glee, “I do love your parties!”
“Go, I’ll join you shortly. Some of the others are already inside.” He motioned towards the parlor where voices could be heard in conversation.
“Don’t take too long,” she winked just before she seductively strutted into the room making a grand entrance.
He ran his hands down his jet black suit, noting that this one fit his body perfectly. It would show off his narrow waist and tight ass and he hoped Ethan would come. All day he’d fretted over what to wear wanting to impress upon the country man. Knowing he couldn’t stand on the stairs all night, Afton stepped down, accepting that he was acting like a young boy with a crush. He needed to get into this party and start to encourage the money to flow.
He moved into the room, shook the hands he knew he would and kissed the cheeks he expected to flatter. When the clock chimed 8 O’clock, he started to have doubts that Ethan would appear and he had to hide his disappointment. It was hard to do, considering his demeanor required him to be happy and friendly. Right now, he wanted to escape so he could smash something.
Just as he was about to do that exact sentiment, Mary entered, dragging a glowering and nervous Ethan behind her. He looked around the room with awe and finally his gaze locked with Afton’s and his cheek twitched.
Afton swallowed once, feeling his body respond with a painful erection at seeing Ethan again. He looked even more charming now that he’d cleaned himself up with an evening coat and a haircut. Afton wondered what he had underneath that jacket and hoped he’d soon find out.
“Mary, Ethan, welcome to my home,” he announced, approaching with both hands extended.
Ethan swallowed. Afton Finemoore was a sensual predator, prowling towards them like a panther. He exuded sexuality and his gaze was locked with Ethan after he’d given Mary a once over. She was dressed in a sleek black cocktail dress that showed an amble about of cleavage. She’s pulled her long black hair into a ponytail, which was simple yet Ethan liked the look. Afton wasn’t impressed. His eyes returned to Ethan with a hungry smile. And that made Ethan’s ego inflate, but it shouldn’t have. He had come to New York to win Mary over for heaven’s sake. He wasn’t gay!
Yet as Afton walked closer, he couldn’t deny that his body had a different mind of its own. Arousal dilated his pupils and his cock swelled, filling his trousers to an uncomfortable state. Adjusting himself, Ethan had to shift the bulge to the side or he’d be discovered.
“Mr. Finemoore! You have an amazing house!” Mary gushed. “I can’t thank you enough for the invitation. I never thought I’d ever be able to attend one of these events.”
Afton bowed, “You are welcome. Come, let me get you a drink. Ethan, what do you prefer?” As he spoke he collected a Champaign flute off a nearby server’s tray and handed it to Mary. It had a raspberry floating in the slightly pink bubbles.
Ethan cleared his throat, running a finger under his suddenly tight collar. “I don’t exactly know. I don’t drink that often.”
“Well, come this way, I shall introduce you to the finer choices in life.” Afton indicated the bar in the back of the room where fully stocked shelves held every type of alcohol. It looked like a bar downtown. The bartender looked surprised when Afton stepped behind and put two short glasses on the counter himself, filling them with ice. “I suggest whisky, and not the cheap brands you’ll find in common stores. This is an aged Irish Whiskey that I can only import from Dublin.”
As he poured, Ethan tried to breathe. Afton’s hands ended in long fingers that gripped first the glass and then the whiskey body with such care, he almost seemed to be stroking the bottle. He suddenly imagined what it would feel like to have those fingers stroke him and Ethan flinched. Now where did that thought come from? I am NOT gay he repeated. He finally convinced himself he was just overwhelmed with sensation from the house, decorations and the intimidating man holding out a drink. Afton was again watching Ethan with a predatory stare that send a thrill down Ethan’s spine.
“Try it,” Afton urged. “This is my favorite. I added a splash of lemon to enhance the flavor.” As he waited for Ethan to take his first sip, Afton bit his lower lip in anticipation.
Ethan choked on the liquid as it burned its way down his throat. He was about to decline the drink when a warmth settled in his stomach that spread throughout his entire body. The bitter aftertaste of the whiskey faded leaving behind an essence making him want more. Looking at the glass, he laughed. “That has some kick.”
“Yes, it does. You get used to it after a few sips. Do me a favor and finish this entire drink before you judge whether you like Irish whiskey or not. Promise?”
Ethan smiled, tipping his drink at his host. “Promise.”
“Now, if you’ll excuse me for a moment, I have more fundraising to complete. I shall find you shortly. Please, enjoy the garden and the deck out back. There is also food in the courtyard to your right.” He bowed by dipping his upper body elegantly, and strode from the room on long lean legs. He made sure he exited this door, forcing Ethan to stare at his well shaped ass as he exited the room.
Mary watched him shocked. “You don’t drink, Ethan. What are you doing?”
“Having a little fun. You dragged me here, remember? I didn’t want to come.”
She frowned, looking between Ethan and the glass before she snorted and turned away towards the courtyard where the food was laid out.
Ethan was left to his own devices and strolled around the main room, stopping to look at photographs set out on shelves and tables. He felt Afton’s eyes on him the entire time, and confirmed that feeling when he looked up to find the European looking man watching him from across the crowded room. The look was possessive. Ethan swallowed from the emotion Afton’s look generated. Ethan had never felt hunted before but right now he did and he was ashamed to admit he liked it. It had been years since he had felt any attraction to a man and right now, Afton dominated his thoughts. He needed to clear his head. He wasn’t gay, which is reminded himself for the fiftieth time tonight.
Taking another swallow of the whiskey he tried to ignore him and looked at the pictures. All were of Afton Finemoore and all made him look incredible. He was young, vibrant and extremely successful. It became apparent he’d built his own empire when Ethan came across some photos taken when Afton was about ten and clearly dirt poor. He sat on the steps of a dilapidated house in a sad neighborhood. He wore a ripped shirt and shoes with holes in the toes. That boy obviously grew up and decided he wanted more out of life than a day to day struggle. Something Ethan understood very well. It had taken one year of wages to earn just to buy a bus ticket to New York and his aunt helped pay for the rest. Mary was helping out with little things here and there, but Ethan wouldn’t take hand outs. He would get a job soon to help out and pay his aunt back. He didn’t want to be a free loader.
“I was eleven in that picture.” A strong male voice accented with an Irish brogue spoke over Ethan’s shoulder, causing him to start. His accent only came out when he was nervous our emotional. Otherwise he masked his brogue and tried to bury the past.
Ethan turned his face and nodded, finding Afton a foot away and towering over his shoulder. He was surprised to hear the hint of an Irish accent for Afton hid his heritage well. Ethan also hadn’t realized how tall he was until he needed to look up into his face. He must be at least six three.
“When my parents migrated here from Ireland, we lived in a horrid part of town and I hated every minute of it. Shortly after this picture was taken, I vowed I would find a way to get out and forget where it was I came from.” He moved closer to Ethan and reached around him to grab the picture frame. His arm brushed against Ethan’s torso and Afton didn’t miss the aroused shiver in response.
“It appears you’ve done exactly what you intended. Tell me, what is it that you do?” Ethan asked trying to break the spell Afton seemed to be casting.
“Real estate. Corporate to be exact. I buy old buildings and give them a new life, and then I sell them for outrageous prices. I’ve made a killing,” he waved his hand, “as you can see. Would you like a tour?”
Ethan nodded. He couldn’t do anything else as he got lost in the depths of Afton’s green eyes. They even had small gold specks in the irises and that drew Ethan in deeper. All thoughts of Mary fled and suddenly she was forgotten.
“In through these doors is my private study. I don’t let my guests in here, so if you could shut the door behind you?” Afton asked in a quiet voice that didn’t have any hint of his previous brogue. He then led the way to a massive mahogany door off to their right. Inside, the room was dimly lit by a desk lamp but other than that soft glow, the only light came from the thousands of twinkling lights from the garden that could be seen through the balcony doors.
“This is where I conduct all my business,” Afton announced, trailing his long fingers over the large wood desk in the center of the room. “Sometimes I play in here, too, but lately that has been scarce.” The desk was the perfect height to bend a willing body over and enjoy for hours. He hoped Ethan would catch the innuendo, but the blank look on his face said he’d not.
“I can’t imagine working in an office such as this. I’ve only ever known a ranch. I guess you could say my office has always been a barn,” he laughed and then gulped down the rest of his whiskey to hide his nervousness.
Afton smiled, the corner of his mouth lifting seductively. His chiseled face softened with interest and he moved closer to Ethan with curiosity. “Yes, I can only imagine. I’ve never been to a ranch or a farm for that matter. What was it like?”
“Hard labor,” he responded and had absolutely no idea of the reaction that had on Afton.
“Hard labor,” Afton repeated. His erection pulsed, throbbing with his heart beat. Hard labor meant a hard body beneath that jacket. He felt his mouth water in anticipation, his fingers curling into a fist at his side to avoid touching Ethan right now. “Let me show you the balcony. First things first. Can I get you another drink?”
Ethan looked at his empty glass and mutely nodded. He’d need another glass if he was going to survive this tour. He began to berate himself for the strange feelings that were assaulting him at the moment. They ranged from lust to a downright need to kiss Afton Finemoore . He refused to acknowledge what he was experiencing and decided to drown himself in whisky to pretend it wasn’t happening. This all must be some strange reaction to being overwhelmed. He’d only been in the city for 48 hours after all.
Afton returned with a fresh glass, directing Ethan to the glass doors to the balcony. He placed his large hand on his lower back in passing, resisting the need to inhale at the muscle he felt underneath.
Ethan jumped, casting a nervous look up into Afton’s encouraging eyes. “Is this where the others are?”
“Out there? Heaven’s no. This is my private sanctuary. We won’t be bothered.”
“So,” he choked, “we’re alone?”
Afton pressed his upper body closer in order to whisper in Ethan’s ear, “Yes. You afraid?”
Ethan laughed nervously, “Maybe.”
“I don’t bite.” Afton then chuckled leaning closer so his lips were inches from Ethan’s ear. “Much.” Afton outright laughed at Ethan’s reaction as he visibly trembled from the sensation of Afton’s breath against his neck and then he strode with the assurance of knowing he was good looking out onto the balcony. He turned to wait for Ethan with his back to the banister watching with come hither eyes that demanded he be obeyed.
Ethan looked towards the door leading back to the party and debated. If he went out to Afton, he knew he walked into a cobra’s nest and he wasn’t a snake charmer. He would get bit and he wasn’t sure he would survive. Clearly Afton preferred men and for some reason, he liked Ethan. On one hand, it was flattering, but on the other, it was terrifying. What scared him most is that he enjoyed the attention.
He tossed back the contents of his glass and set the cup down on the desk. It was time to explore the intense urges dominating his body at the moment. He needed to know what this meant and he had to explore what he was feeling. No one would know what he did right now, therefore he could discover what this all meant without his family finding out. So he advanced out onto the balcony, holding Afton’s heated gaze the entire time.
“You’ve probably figured out that I like you,” Afton announced when Ethan crossed the threshold. “And I usually get what I want when I see something I like. How does that make you feel?”
“Ah, you’ve never been with a man before?” Afton was surprised. Ethan had returned his look of interest when they first met in the coffee shop and had assumed otherwise.
“N-no. Never! I am straight. I came here to win over Mary so she’d finally agree to marry me and we could move back to Illinois. I don’t like her here in New York all by herself.”
Afton frowned, allowing Ethan a chance to lean against the railing beside him. That information changed his approach, but not the outcome. For a moment they both stared back inside the darkened study without comment. “You’re incredibly handsome and I find myself powerless against the urges.”
“Urges?” Ethan mumbled in question. He was trying to ignore the sexual longing pulsating between his legs. It scared the crap out of him that he wanted Afton to touch him and he wasn’t sure what he would do if he did.
“Yes, powerful ones.” Afton purred shifting so he stood before Ethan now.
Ethan swallowed. “Like what?”
“You have an incredible body, Ethan. My imagination is running wild what is contained here,” his long finger traced the bulge in Ethan’s pants. He spent a little too much time fingering the ridge along the tip of his shaft, releasing a tiny moan.
Ethan closed his eyes against the amazing sensation, feeling his cock twitch in response. He wanted more, so he didn’t stop Afton’s seduction. “What do you imagine?”
“Oh,” a long pause, “all sorts of things.” His hand covered the entire length of the shaft and another tortured moan escaped. “Yes, such as how would it feel to wrap my fingers around your cock and giving a squeeze.” He gripped the hard shaft through his pants and grunted. “You’re big.”
“How many men have you been with, Afton?” Ethan whispered, his voice faltering with arousal. He needed Afton to touch him more.
“Enough, but I’ve never felt such an immediate attraction to someone before. You stole my breath the moment I walked in the coffee shop.”
And you stole mine, Ethan thought. “I am not sure why I’m here, really.”
Afton continued to caresses the thickening shaft. Ethan liked this and that intrigued him greatly. His hand continued to rub and he stepped closer. “Do you want to be with a man?”
Ethan closed his eyes, released a growl. “I’ve thought about it.”
That was encouraging and he increased the pressure of his hand feeling his body swell. “And now?”
Searing hazel eyes opened and locked with Afton’s stared. “I don’t know.”
“Your body tells me you do,” Afton added a squeeze around the hard cock and smiled when Ethan inhaled. “Care to try out my theory?”
Ethan moaned when Afton leaned closer, his proximity was intoxicating. He couldn’t speak. Did he want Afton to continue? Did he want to find out what these intense sexual urges were all about?
“May I?” Afton tugged at Ethan’s zipper.
“I need another drink,” Ethan announced, moving away quickly and re-entering the study. With shaking hands he found the decanter and filled his glass double to what Afton had offered him twice before. He gulped that down in two swallows, choking back his nerves. He shouldn’t be here. He should be out in that party with Mary, not fantasizing about being seduced by a gorgeous man in a jet black suit.
Afton followed and watched him with a slightly cocked head. His eyes never left Ethan as he watched him toss back a generous serving of whiskey. At this rate, he would be too drunk to enjoy and he wanted him to know everything he was about to do this incredible body. “You might want take it easy on that. It has a worse bite than me.”
Ethan gave a hysterical chuckle and turned around, his arousal plain as day. It demanded to be released as it pressed against his pants, a large swelling against his thigh. “You want to touch me.”
Afton frowned, confused by the mixed messages he was getting. Ethan’s body begged for more, but his eyes were unsure. “Yes, very badly.”
“I’ve never been in this situation before.”
“I know, you told me earlier. But I can show you marvelous things, take your body to new heights. If you’re daring enough to try. Afterwards, you can decide if you prefer men or women…or both,” he added with a shrug.
Ethan crossed his arms and uttered another hysterical sound, throwing his head back in denial while he continued to debate.
He was leaning against the very desk that Afton loved to make love on. The imagery of that drove him insane. He wanted Ethan and he wouldn’t allow him to leave this room without tasting him at least once. “I’ll make you a deal. You let me show you are few things tonight and then if you want more, my door is open to you anytime.”
“What do you want to do?” It was barely a whisper.
“Seduce you of course. Turn around; stand facing the desk and place your hands on the surface.” Afton moved so he stood close behind Ethan, pressing his own erection to his back. “And don’t move. Whatever you do, don’t move your hands.”
He shouldn’t do this. He should leave, tell Afton no and drag Mary from this house. But Ethan couldn’t deny the passionate need burning in Afton’s eyes and he felt his cock jump in anticipation of what this Irish man offered. He had to find out why he couldn’t escape these gay thoughts. He’d tried to live the life of being straight, even trying to embark on marriage. But Afton offered him a chance to explore this once and for all, so he swallowed his fear and followed Afton’s instructions. He stood frozen in place until he felt the heat of Afton’s cock against his butt when the man moved close. It was throbbing and burned like a brand even through their pants. He began to get nervous when nothing happened and Afton hadn’t moved. When Ethan shifted to look behind him, Afton’s arm wrapped around his waist pulling him closer so he could bite his ear before he said, “Don’t move.”
They were so closely joined that Ethan felt Afton’s heart pounding in his chest. That sent a thrilling shiver down to his toes and a new heat burned through his body. He no longer wondered if he wanted Afton to touch him, now he needed Afton to touch him. And soon for his cock felt like it would explode.
Slowly, Afton began to unbutton Ethan’s pants, dragging the zipper down. This freed the waist so he could slip them over Ethan’s hips to pool at his ankles. Afton’s hand slipped back around and traced the hard shaft through the fabric of his blue colored boxers, smiling at the small wet spot from Ethan’s excitement. Afton licked his lips.
“You’ll do what I say, won’t you?” Afton purred continuing to caress Ethan, each stroke becoming more firm and urgent.
“Yes,” he sighed.
Afton slipped his boxers down to follow his pants and immediately gripped his soft cock in his hand. It was eight inches of pure heaven and Afton could only hold it praying he wouldn’t cum right now out of the extreme arousal. The shaft was velvet smooth with thick veins running the length. He looked around Ethan’s body and smiled that the tip was purple with his own extreme arousal. “You are enjoying this.”
Ethan said nothing.
“You can talk,” Afton teased sensually, pulling and petting the gorgeous cock before him. He had Ethan panting after a few expert strokes.
“Turn around and leave your hands on the desk.”
Ethan slowly turned around, his massive erection standing upright and jumping to match his pulse. The tip of his cock was straining with need and dripping with precum.
“Oh my God. You’re beautiful,” Afton moaned and dropped to his knees. He caressed the shaft before him, cupping Ethan’s tight balls gently with his palm. “Oh my God. I wasn’t expecting this. I expected nice, but his exceeds my wildest fantasies.” Before Ethan could respond, Afton engulfed Ethan’s cock in his mouth, deep into his throat so the entire eight inches disappeared. He lifted off, swirling his tongue around the cap, licking every inch of Ethan’s cock.
Ethan released a primal groan when he felt the warm, moist heat surround his cock. Nothing compared to the sensation of a man sucking on his dick with more expert care than Mary ever did. Ethan looked down with mixed emotions and the last of his fleeting reservations about what he was doing fled. The wild sensations were naughty and erotic and he could no longer deny he wanted this more than anything.
Afton wasn’t afraid of his width or length, taking him all in his mouth without even gagging. He pulled off, then went back, bobbing quickly and then slowly driving Ethan over the edge within seconds.
Ethan growled loudly, his hips pumping forward to match Afton’s mouth. “You have to stop. I’m going to cum if you don’t stop now.” Ethan panted. His fingers clawed at the smooth desk top and he had the urge to bury his fingers in Afton’s hair while he rode his cock until he felt like he would explode.
Afton didn’t stop. Instead his motions increased and the suction intensified until Ethan knew he would be drained if he came right now. He called out loudly when Afton’s hand cupped his painfully tight balls which were screaming to release their contents. He needed to cum and there was not stopping it now.
“Afton,” he moaned and the sucking increased as his ecstasy soared. He didn’t think about his family, or whether this was wrong, he only felt Afton and what his mouth did to him.
Ethan’s legs began to shake and a sexual sweat formed all over his body, a drop snaking down the back of his neck. He broke his order and burned his fingers in Afton’s hair, pulling his head closer, forcing his cock into his mouth, thrusting to meet Afton’s motions. Ethan had never had oral sex like this before and lost himself in the insane emotions that forced him to the edge and then shoved him over into an explosion so intense he cried out. His hips pumped into Afton’s mouth as he unloaded his pent up offering deep into his partner’s throat.
Afton sucked the last of it off the tip of Ethan’s dick and looked up with a satisfied smile. “You moved.”
Afton stood up to face Ethan, gripping his relaxed dick in his hand, stroking it back to life. “Just means I get to do more to you as punishment.”
Ethan sighed nervously. “More?”
“Oh yes,” he said and kissed him full on this mouth, using his tongue to tease Ethan to response. He did.
The two were locked in a lovers embrace for quite some time when Afton pulled back. “Tonight is all about you, so I won’t ask you to return anything, deal?”
“I have no idea what that means,,” Ethan shrugged.
“Turn around again.”
Ethan did eagerly. His dick was already rock hard again and craving more.
“I will start with an introduction to what I want to do with you, but you control when I stop. Understand?”
Ethan had no clue what that meant either , so he nodded. If whatever Afton was about to do would generate another mind blowing orgasm, he was game.
“I want you to lay your chest on the desk.”
Ethan did. He almost resisted when Afton spread his legs apart, exposing him so intimately from behind. His cock rested against the cold wood of the desk but it wasn’t uncomfortable. He watched as Afton opened a box on his desk and removed a tube of oil, which is smeared on his fingers and dripped down into Ethan’s crack so the oil slid over his asshole. The sensation was insanely arousing and the need to be touched built to a fevered pitch.
“Don’t move,” Afton whispered and then he rimmed the hole gently before pushing in one finger inside.
Ethan tried to pull away, but Afton had him pinned to the table.
“Relax. Don’t fight me and I promise, you’ll enjoy this.” Afton continued to stroke one finger in the hole and then two. He spread and stretched until he could slip a plug in there without causing Ethan pain. While he worked the muscle to relax, he adjusted Ethan so he could rub his hard cock with a firm touch. He wasn’t gentle and brought Ethan to a crazed state wanting him writhing when his slipped the medium sized plug into his ass. He timed the insertion to when Ethan exploded with a violent orgasm, shooting his cum onto the side of the desk where his dripped towards the floor. Ethan moaned and Afton shoved the plug in, feeling the muscle grip the toy and suck it into place.
“Oh fuck!” Ethan yelled in pain. “That hurts!”
“Don’t fight it and relax. The pain won’t last,” Afton offered with little kisses to the area right behind his ear. “That plug is about the size of my dick, so if you can handle this, you can take me with no issues.”
“Oh fuck…I am not fucking you,” Ethan moaned, but he knew he would be and soon.
“Really?” Afton tapped the plug and Ethan released an agonizing sound as the pleasure assaulted him. “I think you will be.” He massaged the area around the plug, waiting for the muscle to relax. When he felt it give in, his pulse increased with anticipation.”You’re ready now, if you trust me.”
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, of fuck,” but he didn’t resist when Afton removed the plug and replaced it with a hot soft tip of his cock. He should resist, he should say stop, but God help him, he didn’t want him to. He wanted what was offered. Hell, he’d been craving this for years and now he would find out once and for all whether this was what he really enjoyed.
“Oh Ethan, you really are amazing,” he said as he worked his cap into Ethan virginal hole. His body sucked at him, the muscle so tight it drove Afton insane. “I will try to go slow, but shit, you feel so good, I might need to fuck you hard.”
“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” Ethan kept mumbling, but his hips pushed back, not away.
Afton thrust and buried a few inches in. Gritting his teeth, he slowly worked the rest in until his entire length of ten inches in Ethan’s body, slapping their flesh together loudly. Ethan was panting, trying not to yell out. He was enduring the pain which quickly transitioned into an intense pleasure. The first time was always confusing, but as long as it was taken slow, the pain went away. “Oh fuck,” Afton mirrored Ethan’s exclamation, “You are so tight!”
He rocked against Ethan slowly at first, picking up his pace with the passionate moans he heard emanating from Ethan. He lost control when his partner spread his legs wider and grabbed his own dick to stroke himself while Afton rode him from behind. Grabbing Ethan’s hips, he pounded into him like a man crazed and fucked him hard, forcing sensual sounds, some begging him to go faster, harder or just more.
Ethan continued to mumble incoherently, but wasn’t resisting. He threw himself into this with a gusto that spoke of pent up fantasies finally being fulfilled. Afton drove harder, using him passionately, thrusting into his virginal ass with aggression. Ethan grunted a feral sound, shook and then exploded again all with him moaning wildly. Oh yes, Ethan liked this very much.
The pressure around his cock was too much for Afton and he felt his balls tighten and then explode, unleashing all his cum into Ethan’s body, his rectal muscles sucking him dry. It was the best orgasm he’d had in years.
After a moment of intimacy, Afton finally pulled out gently and watched as his cum dripped out of Ethan’s stretched and relaxed ass. It was the sexiest sight he’d ever seen. It marked him as his… Afton’s lover.
“You liked it.” It was a statement not a question.
A long pause, “Yes.”
“Now I want you to compare your experiences. If you want more,” he helped Ethan to turn around so he could kiss him but stopped just shy and finished, “call me. I am yours whenever you want me.” He then slid down and suckled his dripping dick before moving quickly to leave.
He didn’t give Ethan a chance to reply before he strode from the room leaving Ethan to pull himself back together and follow. As he smoothed his hair down on his face and tried to calm his racing heart, Ethan went in search of his date. He found Mary talking with a woman named Greta in the room on the far side of the house. When he approached she noticed something was wrong and sat up quickly. Greta on the other hand wore a secretively knowing smiling and nodded in appreciation. His flushed face and wild eyes gave him away.