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Dominic Hampton grandfather’s founded the gated community of Hamptonville in order to keep out the ‘outsiders.’ The son of a senator and of the first family of Hamptonville, Dominic’s life has been all mapped out for him. In a few days, he’s getting married. Although resigned to his fate, he feels the need to let loose a little when his family leave him to his own devices for a few days before the wedding. After meeting Andre Jarvis, an ‘outsider,’ hired to set up the props in the back yard for Dominic’s wedding,...
Dominic Hampton grandfather’s founded the gated community of Hamptonville in order to keep out the ‘outsiders.’ The son of a senator and of the first family of Hamptonville, Dominic’s life has been all mapped out for him. In a few days, he’s getting married. Although resigned to his fate, he feels the need to let loose a little when his family leave him to his own devices for a few days before the wedding. After meeting Andre Jarvis, an ‘outsider,’ hired to set up the props in the back yard for Dominic’s wedding, he decides to cross the borderline one night in one final act of rebellion.
Andre noticeably sucked in some breath, took a step closer, and put his hands on either side of my face. He lowered his head again and kissed me. This time, it was not gentle. It was a kiss born of an evening that was fraught with anxious anticipation and ... raw need. I fell into that kiss, gave myself over to it as Andre began to unbutton my shirt. I kissed him harder, hiding in it, not ready to acknowledge yet that his hands were now undoing my pants. I heard them fall around my ankles, felt his hands move down around me and cup my ass, dragging me closer to his body. His mouth slid off mine and he buried his face in my neck, dragged his lips across my shoulder. My cock was pressed against his thigh, throbbing.
He stepped away from me suddenly. I thought I'd die for a second. My body literally ached to have him near me again. He smiled and pulled his t-shirt out of his pants. I stepped out of my pants and underwear, shrugged my shirt off. I think I laughed. "Come on," he said. He took my hand again and led me to the bedroom.
Only the moonlight streamed in through the window. It was enough to allow me a view of Andre undoing his pants. He was as hard as I was, a little bigger. His cock was leaking pre-cum. I could see it glistening on the tip. "You're beautiful."
He looked up at me after pulling his pants off, kicked his shoes to the side. There was an intensity to that look. I realised at that moment there was no turning back. I was the one who moved to him this time. I traced his pecs with my eyes, let the tips of my fingers move over his chest, his nipples, with wonder. I felt like a child in a candy store full of wonderful sweets. And for the first time in mylife, I could taste them all. I didn't need to hold back. My hands moved down further. I explored the muscular curves of his stomach, the trail of hair which ran down to the base of his cock. He stood there, allowing me to take my time, complete my inspection. When I ran one finger over the length of his sex, which slanted upwards slightly, like my own, he made a little sound in his throat. I reached underneath and cupped his balls, lifting them in my hand, taking a second to move them around. One hand moved around to his ass, smooth hard, globes, designed to drive a man like me half mad.
"I can't..." his throat worked.
It suddenly dawned on me what I was doing to him. I moved my hands to his shoulders, allowed them to settle on those luscious carved chest muscles a second. "I want you to give me everything, show me everything. Don't hold back. I've never been with..."
"You've never been with a man before," he said, reaching out and touching my hair.
"No, I've never been with anyone before."
That seemed to jar him. He lowered his hand. "I ... I see."
I wound my arms around his neck and pulled his mouth down on mine. I opened to his kiss, winding my tongue around his. His hands wedged between us. Fingers tweaked one of my nipples, as the other hand snaked down between my thighs and wrapped around my cock. I grunted something as he moved me back to the bed. "Lie back," he told me.
I sat on the bed, lifting my legs up onto it. My head lowered into the softness of his pillow. He crawled over me, one knee on each side of mine. His tongue immediately circled one of my nipples, his fingers casually playing with the other, flicking it back and forth. I closed my eyes. The other hand moved over my stomach, down to my cock where he began to lift and move my cock, causing me to moan suddenly. He was sucking my nipples now, capturing them between his teeth, moving from one to the other, pulling on them until the pleasure connected directly with my cock. My balls were in his hands, then another hand snaked under me, separating my ass cheeks. I gasped. His mouth left my nipples, moved down across my stomach, nuzzled at my cock, licked my balls, then yanked my legs up over his shoulders, pulling me down. I heard him fumbling in the drawer, then I felt a finger invading me, oily and warm, lubricating me deeper and deeper. I grabbed onto the blanket with both hands, clutching the fabric tightly in both fists. The finger probed deeper, in and out, in and out, oily, soothing, oh God ... driving me ... driving ... my cock ... my cock was thundering. I arched my back, moaning deeply. My chest heaved, my breathing came faster and faster. I moaned again. "Andre!" He grabbed my cock, he moved his finger in deeper, and faster, then he pushed in two while he tightened his hold on the base of my cock and began to jerk me off in rhythm to his finger fucking my ass. His mouth now opened to envelop the head of my cock. I screamed, and exploded as his mouth released me. The cum shot out of me with a vengeance, as if it had been there all the time waiting, waiting for this moment to be released.