See the first chapter in disclaimers.
Thank you for your comments and suggestions. As always I'm sorry for the delay. I hope you will enjoy this. Sorry this isn't a bit longer, but I hope to write more soon.
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Young businessman Nathan Wylde adjusted himself in his tight grey trousers as he made his way down the stairs at Home Farm. Most of the family had gone to visit friends in London, but Nathan wanted to stay behind. He also wanted a good, hearty breakfast, as he had a day of meddling in the lives of self-righteous, backwards local yokels planned, along with, hopefully, some fun and games with his new mate Ryan Lamb. After their recent morph from friendship to flirtation, Ryan had begun to distance himself from Nathan, but Nathan was determined to flash whatever cash - or anything else - he needed to flash to win the elegant yet rough hunk back.
Almost as if Nathan's thoughts were hanging in the air, his father Mark Wylde plucked them from the sky and pinned them to the ground.
"I don't want you to see that Lamb lad today," Mark ordered.
Mark was a very disciplined man, from his business practices to his family life to the lightly furred pectorals peeking from underneath his dressing gown. The lack of control in his voice shocked Nathan.
"Dad, I..."
Mark didn't bother to finish the conversation, almost as if he couldn't. He gave his son one last stern glance before going upstairs to get ready for the day.
Nathan sorted through cereals as he pondered his father's brisk command. He'd always been told to be his own man, do what he thought was best. Why had that changed now?
Nathan called Ryan, hoping to be reminded of the mate he'd become so close to for so many reasons. Ryan, although reluctant at first, agreed to drop by Home Farm for a day out with Nathan. Nathan knew of the possible fireworks if Mark learned of the plan, but he'd rather face them directly and learn once and for all why his father opposed their friendship.
A few moments after the call ended, the back door suddenly flew open, as if by some supernatural force. Nathan panicked, his fear replaced by contempt as he saw Cain Dingle casually strut into the kitchen, smacking gum in time with each step. Nathan was disgusted, yet, in spite of himself, aroused.
"Glad to see they're in good working order," Cain smirked.
Nathan gasped as Cain grabbed his balls. "Yeah, they're doing just fine."
A few days earlier, after an argument in the Woolpack toilets, Cain had suddenly grabbed his testicles, squeezing them until Nathan submitted to Cain's money demands. Nathan had been humiliated, but when left alone, he'd shot multiple loads at the memory of that touch.
There was something irresistible in the intensity which the Dingle refuse carried with him. He could do anyone to do anything he wanted, and he knew it. His dirty laugh and his rugged face, the short and spiky dark hair mixed with the probing dark eyes, made Nathan shiver.
"I...I've given you all the money I have."
Nathan shuddered as Cain, one hand still gripping his bollocks, reached around with the free hand to grope his firm bottom.
"Nice arse," Cain whispered in Nathan's right ear, a lusty chuckle following as he bit down hard on Nathan's lobe.
Nathan wanted to tell him to leave, but the strong grasp on his testicles slowly turned to a caress, the palm patting his buttocks slowly began tracing up and down, up and down, jagged fingernail brushing against the crack so flimsily covered by expensive material.
"Get...get out," Nathan panted.
"Don't mind if I do," Cain agreed, and suddenly let Nathan go. Nathan didn't want to admit how much he wanted those hands back where they'd been.
Instead of leaving, Cain began to strip. His thin leather jacket was neatly placed on the kitchen table, his tight green top following. Nathan licked his lips at the lean yet muscular chest on display, almost letting himself forget that his father was upstairs.
"We can't..." Nathan tried to argue, as Cain began to slither out of his second denim skin.
"I can do whatever I want," Cain replied.
As proof of his superiority, he slapped his cock against his slight belly. Nathan had studied Cain's bulge more than once, but seeing the man himself was an experience. Only half-hard, the tube of flesh was long as well as thick, covered by an expanse of wrinkled foreskin that Nathan suddenly wanted to taste, chew, explore.
"No, my father, he's...he's here..."
Cain shrugged, the gleam in his eye doing the talking, saying, 'Guess we'd better hurry then.'
Actions spoke loudest as Cain suddenly yanked Nathan over by his belt buckle, the leather quickly flying free of the loops. Cain's whisky-laden breath tickled Nathan's neck as the leather belt brushed against his cheek.
Nathan whimpered as Cain lowered his trousers. The thought of someone walking in on them only made Nathan drip pre-cum over the breakfast table.
Cain whistled at the impressive girth bobbing between Nathan's pale, toned thighs.
"Nice piece. Always thought you stuffed. Guess not."
They both paused as they heard the front door open and close, and a car drive off. Mark had left. Nathan breathed a sigh of relief.
Cain lifted up Nathan's shirt tail, lightly running his hand over the smooth skin.
"Real nice. I love you rich boys. Always filled out in the right places."
Nathan jumped as Cain delivered one, then two, then three sharp smacks to his bubble butt. His cock jumped, leaking into Cain's callused thumb as, with his other hand, Cain soothed Nathan's red-tinted rump with the cool leather.
"Yeah, that's right. You're really enjoying this. Knew you would. Rich boys always wanna try the dark side. Been so safe all your life."
Cain pulled Nathan even closer, their foreheads pressed together. Nathan panted, hoping his father wouldn't catch them, yet...
Any coherent thoughts fled him as Cain began to stretch his wrinkled foreskin over Nathan's cock. Nathan's knees buckled as his entire being was enveloped in the docking sensation.
"Been in warm cocoon all your life. What happens when..."
Cain began to pull his uncut member away, as Nathan grabbed Cain's hips, desperately stopping the separation.
Cain grinned.
"S'alright. I like it too."
Cain surprised Nathan by moving in for a gentle kiss. Something in the back of Nathan's paranoid mind worried about losing control, but to have anyone touch him this way melted most of his reserve.
The smothering of his now rock hard penis made him less and less able to stand. He braced against the table, his hand against the cold wood, his other hand wrapped in Cain's hair.
They continued to make out, those dirty eyes probing further into Nathan's soul, until suddenly they heard Ryan's deep voice.
"Front door was open! You ready to go?"
Nathan was panicked, yet he felt himself getting closer and closer. He...oh God...
"Yes! I'm about to leave!! I just..."
He bit down on his lip, tears of shame and release flooding his eyes as his cock flooded Cain's stretched skin. Volley after volley now glued the two very different men together.
"Cain...please leave...I...Ryan can't see us..."
Cain didn't seem sure of how to respond. He liked seeing the Wylde punk squirm, but he worked with Ryan and didn't like to make his bisexuality known to most people.
"Probably right. Just let me..."
The sentence was left unspoken, as Ryan ran into the kitchen, completely unaware of what would soon greet him.
"Thought I'd see what was keeping yo..."
Ryan's jaw dropped. His best mate and his boss were joined at the cock, in something Ryan had only ever read about. They were both almost completely naked, clinging to each other, sweaty and spent, yet, the gleam in their eyes said they weren't entirely upset at Ryan's discovery.
Ryan himself wasn't quite sure how to react. So he just went with his instincts.
"I see you started without me," he grinned with his wide mouth. He began to pull off his clothes...