From the top drawer of his antique desk, he pulled out the journal that had been passed down. I stood beside him as he carefully thumbed through the delicate pages. When he found the page with Audrey Tucker’s information on it, he handed me the journal. I glanced over it, noticing that there were seven incidences between Audrey and the married gardener.
“Shit. She’s been busy getting it on,” I acknowledged out loud.
“She has, for sure. I’ve managed to catch these occurrences, but I’m sure there have been more.”
I looked at Lars with a sly, devious look and teasingly asked, “Come on now, Lars, be honest—did you jack off while watching them?”
“Make no mistake about it, I enjoy watching people fuck just as much as the next man.”
“Why’d you waste the wank? You should have taken it to Aunt Marlowe,” I said as I tilted the book toward the window to shed more natural light on the page. I wanted to get the details on the positions that Lars had witnessed.
“Your aunt and I don’t have much sex. When we do, it’s nothing to get really excited over,” Lars admitted.
Now was the perfect opportunity to ask him some of the questions that had been burning holes in my head since yesterday in his office. I pointed out some positions of incidences that he has caught Audrey in.
“No? You guys don’t do anything exciting like this?” I questioned and held up the journal.
Never before would I have even come close to asking about the positions that he and Aunt Marlowe got into, but quite a bit had changed now between us. Lars barked out a sharp laugh.
“Your aunt thinks it’s special, or that I’m asking a lot for her to sit on top,” Lars offered up.
“I see. So, no ass fucking or anything outside of the standard missionary, with her occasionally on top.” He nodded in agreement with my statement. “So what have you done to stay sane?” I jokingly asked as I looked at him.
Lars was a prominent man and CEO of Evans Financial, and I didn’t believe that he hadn’t acted on his sexual desires at all. His expression was warm, and his tight smile told me that he perhaps had acted on his urges at some point, which really turned me on.
“Tear out Audrey’s page, Griffin. Put it in the shredder and then sit on my desk. I can’t tell you how long I’ve waited to taste your cum,” he admitted.
I set the journal down on the desk and carefully removed the recent page entry for Audrey from the journal. Trading the page for Lars' guarantee that Riley wouldn’t be parentless was worth it. I didn’t feel as though I was making a trade with the devil, nor did I have any moral issues with this. If I was honest, there were some fantasies tucked away in the corners of my mind that involved Lars.
While I casually waited by the shredder for all the pieces to Audrey’s indiscretions to simply cease to exist, my cock was forcing its way against the inside of my underwear. I was eager to dump my load down his throat, just as he had done with me yesterday. As I walked back toward his desk, I undid my belt and started to unzip my pants when he stopped me.
“Come here, Griffin. Allow me,” he beckoned me over and gestured with his forefinger and middle finger.
As he sat on the wood and leather chair behind his desk, I slowly walked to him and came to a stop when the end of my shoes bumped the toes of his shoes. Lars palmed my aching cock over my pants before he finally lowered my zipper. I pulled up the hem of my button-down shirt so it would be out of his way. Hooking his fingers inside the waistband of my pants and underwear at my sides, he slid them down my legs. My cock was rigid, and the head was pointed at him, begging to be touched.
Lars made noises of approval and overall delight as he gazed at my cock and balls. He told me to take my shirt off, and I quickly complied. I made sure that I moved my hips a little more than necessary so that my cock would wag at him. When my shirt was off, he roughly took hold of my hips and stilled me.
“Stop moving around and let me look at you,” he insisted.
He kept a hand firmly on one of my hips while he cupped the underside of my balls. His fingers began to knead and stroke my sack, causing the head of my dick to throb more.
“Mmm, you take care of yourself. Don’t you, Griffin?” he mused as he let go of my hip and ran his fingers through my trimmed pubic hair. “Not a stray hair in sight and everything kept perfect,” Lars complimented while he ran the backs of his knuckles side to side along the edge of my pubic hair and the flesh of my lower abdomen.
He let go of my balls and firmly gripped my cock. His bright blue eyes deviously stared up into mine while he stroked my firm shaft from root to tip. It was becoming more difficult for me to stand there while he antagonized me with his hands. His other hand rubbed upward over my abs to my chest muscles. He grabbed and squeezed my chest as he ran his hand along my dark hair.
Letting go of my chest, he grabbed my hip and guided me to turn around. He hummed with approval as his strong, calloused hand slapped down on my ass. Chills of excitement coursed through my body as he ran his fingers up and down the crack of my ass. He found my tight hole and applied a small amount of pressure to it.
“Have you ever had anything in this exquisite ass?”
“I’m thirty-years-old and a kinky fuck, Lars. Of course, things have been in there.”
“Tell me,” he persisted.
“Beads and plugs,” I replied.
“A cock?”
“No. No cock. I’m bi-sexual, but I’ve never bottomed for anyone,” I reminded him.
“You’re going to bottom for me.”
“Yes. You, and only you,” I confirmed.
His groan let me know that he was pleased and approved of my answers.
“Get on the desk, Griffin. Lay back and prop your feet up on the edge of the desk.”
I toed off my shoes and stepped out of my pants and underwear that had pooled at my ankles. Eagerly, I shed my socks before I got myself into the position he instructed me to get into. The idea of bottoming to someone had never appealed to me, except for Lars. A glistening string of pre-cum draped between the head of my cock and abdomen. I was so hard and yearned for this blow job.
“Take hold of your knees and pull them toward your chest just a little bit,” he instructed as he palmed my balls.
He opened a drawer and pulled out a tube of lube and flipped the cap open. I knew that the lube had been there because I often lured the cheaters into Lars’ study and used that lube. But this was far more exciting now that he was going to use the lube on me. I opened my mouth a little so I could quietly get more air in my lungs and not sound like I was breathing hard. With greedy eyes, I watched Lars coat his thick middle finger in its entirety.
“You’re going to love this, Griffin,” he promised me as he tugged one of my ass cheeks to the side.
His eyes pierced mine as he pushed his thick digit into my tight ass. I stared at him with hungry, lust-filled eyes, as he finger fucked me. I instantly fell in love with his finger and the primal feeling associated with being controlled like this. Lars’ mouth turned upward into a cocky smile as he shared his finger with me.
“Like that, Griffin?”
“Oh, yeah.” I laughed and nodded as best as I could on his vintage desk. With wide eyes, I watched him take hold of my cock and then lower his head to envelop my swollen cock. “Fuck,” I hissed. It didn’t take long before I needed to close my eyes and savor the eutrophic high of doing something morally forbidden but wanting it so fiercely.
Chapter Four
I had been sitting in one of the conversation chairs across from Lars, sipping on a glass of scotch when he motioned toward the open door to his office. Moments later, I heard three car doors shut, and then the voices of Aunt Marlowe and Audrey filled the entryway. They were home. I took another long sip and set the glass down on the wooden coaster just as Riley breezed by the door.
“Riley,” Lars hollered out.
The rubber soles of Riley’s sneakers squeaked to an abrupt stop before he took a few steps b
ackward to the doorway of the study. The fourteen-year-old stood awkwardly looking in, but as soon as he saw me, he stood up straighter, and his eyes darted around.
“Yes?” Riley asked.
“I just wanted to see your haircut,” Lars explained.
“Oh…” Riley’s cheeks flushed. He smiled and turned around to show off his haircut.
“That’s a fine looking haircut, Riley,” Lars complimented him. “Wouldn’t you say so, Griffin?”
It didn’t escape my notice that Riley’s hair was styled exactly as I styled mine. In fact, his hair looked just like mine, only a lighter shade of brown.
“I think you’re looking sharp, Wolverine. We’re going to have to keep the ladies away from you at the party,” I lightly teased.
Riley’s smile broadened, and he looked down sheepishly. As soon as he left the room, Lars looked over at me.
“I need you to groom him, Griffin.”
“I know. I said I would. I don’t think he’s going to be difficult,” I said quietly.
Lars laughed heartily and told me that Riley was stubborn. As we talked, the rubber-soled sneakers came screeching down the hallway, around the corner, and then appeared in the doorway to the study. Riley had a look of surprise on his face and held the plastic bag up.
“Thank you, Griffin!” Riley said with a smile.
“I hope it fits you,” I said.
“Try it on, Riley,” Lars encouraged.
Riley glanced down the hallway and stepped into the study. He set the bag on the floor and took out a blue pullover sweatshirt with a large maize “M” on the front. Riley made no considerations for his hair and tugged the sweatshirt down over his head. Static from the sweatshirt made his hair stick up and out in all directions. He smiled when he held his arms out in front of him, showing us that the shirt was the perfect length for him. Riley quickly went through the bag and tried the clothes on. He was genuinely appreciative, and that made me feel good.
“Well, Wolverine, I’d say everything fits you perfectly,” I commented and reached for my glass again.
“Thank you,” he responded.
I nodded and told him that he was welcome, and he left the room with his new Michigan things, leaving me alone again with Lars. After a few silent minutes, Lars gazed at me and asked me if I was up for a walk. I felt my cock start to stiffen, and I hoped we might fuck while out on the walk. I smiled and told him that I could hardly wait.
The look in his eyes told me that there was a silent promise of fun to come. Before we left his study, he pocketed the container of lube from the top drawer of his desk. On our way outside, we stopped to talk to my aunt briefly. Normally, I was somewhat patient, but not today. I eagerly wanted something that I had never had before. I’d tasted the forbidden fruit, and now I wanted to devour it.
As we walked, Lars reminded me about a few possible cheaters for me to keep my eye on tonight at the party. There were a few names that he was on the fence about and reminded me, again, not to pursue but to let them come to me. We had been walking for quite a way before he finally stopped. I walked a few more feet ahead of him, then stopped and turned to face him.
Lars subtly dragged his tongue along his bottom lip and gave me an upward nod. He undid his pants, and quietly murmured for me to take my pants off, then to get on my hands and knees. My morals were nowhere in sight, and I didn’t give it a passing thought. I wanted to experience this and quickly did as he had told me.
Adrenaline raced through my system as I looked over my shoulder just in time to see him lubing his hard-on as he approached me. He went down to his knees and slapped his erection on my ass cheeks.
“We need to be quick, Griffin.”
“Just fuck me,” I whispered over my shoulder to him.
“Hearing you say that is music to my ears,” he said as the head of his cock breached my ass.
I groaned as he pushed his length deeper into me. He moved at a steady pace and didn’t stop until I felt his coarse pubes nestled against my ass cheeks. I’d taken some large butt plugs in my life, but the feeling of an actual cock in my ass was something on a whole new level. While he fucked me, I was pretty much lost in the feeling of intense pleasure. Even as he grunted out his release and thrust his cum into me, all I could think about was that he had been absolutely right in his office—he owned my ass.
He gave my ass a spank and asked if I was alright. I nodded and panted out that I was more than alright. After he pulled out and stood, he offered me a hand to help me off the ground. As soon as I stood, I gave my cock a few quick strokes. The two of us froze when we heard what sounded like a branch snapping somewhere not too far away. Lars gestured for me to get my pants on as he quickly tucked himself inside his pants.
“Come on; we should get back,” he whispered.
Truth be told, I was somewhat of an exhibitionist, and the idea of getting caught, literally with my pants down, was thrilling. We walked in silence most of the way back to the house, and I kept my eyes out for any movement around us.
“You felt incredible, Griffin,” he said under his breath as we climbed the steps at the back of the house to the wide patio deck.
“I loved every second of it. You felt so fucking big. Anytime you need to unload, just call me,” I added.
“I intend to,” he agreed as he opened the door to the house from patio.
I joined him in his study for another glass of scotch to unwind. We spoke in whispers and murmurs about his warm cum being in me. As it neared one hour before the party guests were expected to arrive, I went outside to my car to get my clothes for the party.
I used one of the upstairs guest bedrooms and adjoining bathrooms to get ready for the party. While I slipped my silver cufflinks through the white cuffs of my shirt, I checked myself out in the mirror. Everything was perfect, as usual.
From the guest room, I could hear guests starting to arrive. I knew I needed to pull myself together and concentrate on the guests, but I couldn’t get Lars off of my mind. In my head, I went over the names of the three women that I was to flirt with and see if they would bite.
Who was I kidding? They would always bite.
I tried to shake Lars from my mind, and for a few minutes, I thought I had been successful. I was proven wrong when there was a swift knock on the bedroom door. I hurried to answer it, and Lars turned his attention from down the hall to me. He groped me with his blue eyes, sending my concentration on the women to hell. I stepped to the side, and he quickly entered the room. His mouth was on mine the second I closed the door.
“I just needed to touch you again,” he whispered against my lips.
“Touch me then,” I taunted quietly into his mouth.
He slid his hand between our pants and rubbed my firm cock over my pants. We both smiled against one another’s lips and he whispered again that he loved me.
“Griffin, I want to do something dirty tonight.”
“I’m up for it,” I whispered.
“Unless you’re with one of the women from work, meet me at the edge where the path stops in the woods. It’s right around where we were at today, okay?”
“Yeah,” I whispered. “Lars,” I murmured as he walked toward the door. He stopped and turned to look at me. “Do you mean it? Do you mean it when you tell me that you love me?”
He walked back to me and framed my face with his hands. His mouth crushed against mine, and when we pulled apart, he rested his forehead on mine while holding a hand on the back of my head.
“I’ve always loved you, Griffin. I started having impure feelings about you during your second year of college,” he declared.
I was ecstatic by his admission and kissed him hard.
“What about Aunt Marlowe? How can we keep this up?”
“Griffin, relax. I’ve waited for this, for the right time since your college years. We will figure out the logistics for everything. We just might have to have a daily meeting at the office,” he said with a smile and winked. “8:00, Griffin,
” he reminded me before he walked out of the room.
Before I left the bedroom, I went back into the bathroom, ran a washcloth under the cool water, and then pressed it over my face. While the cool cloth revitalized me, I took a few deep breaths.
Not only was I excited about the sex and this newfound relationship, but I couldn’t help but think that somewhere along the way there might be monetary perks and frivolous items. I could use a new car and would love to renovate my father’s estate that I had inherited. I hadn’t moved into the place because I felt like it was too much my parents' style, and I was anything but that. Most importantly, I wanted to advance into a respected position at Evans Financial, and Lars knew this. Letting Lars bang me just might get me what I want.
I felt as though my legs were weightless as I went down the stairs. My mind raced with knowing that Lars loved me and that he had been lusting after me since college. Now he was talking about us being able to figure things out so we could keep this up. The idea of being fucked or sucked off in his office was exhilarating, and it didn’t leave me much room to concentrate on flirting with anyone.
I chatted for a few minutes with Monica, but her husband came over, and she really wasn’t biting. Lars had always been very adamant and said to let them come to me. It was 7:50, and nothing was happening with me in the department of luring anyone, which was fine by me tonight. I had somewhere else that I would much rather be. Lars was never upset or angry if we didn’t catch anyone. Despite the double standard, he would rather have employees who didn’t stray from their partners or spouses.
A few minutes before 8:00, I was on a leisurely stroll to the path in the woods. Every twenty steps, I would stop walking and listen for anyone around me. I finally came to the point where I could see Lars ahead of me. I had that same excited feeling that I’d get with a new lover. Our mouths collided, and his hands moved to my shoulders.
“Suck my cock, Griffin,” he whispered against my lips. “Let me dump my seed down your throat.”
Dirty talk had always turned me on, and coming from Lars, it kicked it up a notch for me. I crouched down in front of him as he unzipped the fly of his tuxedo pants. He quickly pulled out his hard cock and tapped it against my open mouth and waiting tongue. I glared up at him with depraved eyes as I devoured his cock.
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