Things are about to heat up for Jarod.
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Chapter 4
The feeling of that moment is difficult to describe. Richard's warmth, reassurance and unconditional trust made me feel wanted in a way I never had. I swung my legs over the side of the couch to sit up when he simultaneously stood up and pulled me into a tight embrace. Our lips met with intensity. My mind was spinning with the potential impropriety of this, but I didn't care. I felt wanted and loved for the first time in years.
And probably not surprisingly, Boner Boy--me--had sprung a huge one that was now forcefully pressing against him. Had he become hard as well or was that simply wishful thinking on my part? We instinctively found ourselves embracing each other with equal intensity, kissing each other's necks, with our cocks getting closer and closer together. The passion, joy and relief was electric.
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Despite his smooth and `in control' exterior, Richard was having an out-of-body experience. He thought to himself, "WTF am I doing???" He had never done anything with a client that was remotely inappropriate, yet there was something about Jarod that drew Richard to him...personally, professionally, and sexually.
Richard was genuine about his concern for Jarod throughout the encounter; he honestly wanted Jarod to trust him because he believed he could help him. All of that was real. Yet he kept finding himself making cheesy comments like "we'll have plenty time to explore if we go long." Duh....
And when Jarod found himself uncontrollably sobbing, first in his chair and then on the couch, Richard couldn't help but try to comfort him, physically. He felt compelled to physically console him. He somehow knew Jarod required the embrace of a mature man.
But the end of the session...there was no excuse in Richard's mind for pulling Jarod to his feet and kissing him the way he did. What did he thinking? But when Jarod displayed an erection early as he laid down on the couch it was a distraction Richard couldn't get out of his mind. Could it be that all he wanted was Jarod's cock? He prayed that wasn't it, but he couldn't shake Jarod's youthful sexual magnetism, nor the sight of the bulge in his pants.
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When Richard and I stopped to take a breath, he stepped back and, held me by the shoulders saying firmly, "Jarod, I've crossed the line and I deeply regret that. You came here with the belief that I would help you. You may not believe it, but you must understand that what just happened was not my intention. I didn't plan it." Richard paused for what seemed at eternity to find the right words before continuing, "But I'm not sorry I did it. There is something about you that I've never felt before and don't understand. On some level, I know you need me and I believe I can help you. But I couldn't help myself. When I pulled you to me, I knew I was threatening my career and everything I've worked for, but I had to have you. I HAVE to have you. But like you need me, I need you just as much. I can't explain it."
After a long silence, he repeated the words, "I HAVE to have you. Do you understand?" I said nothing, but I'm sure my face spoke volumes. My eyes watered and I looked at Richard longingly. Finally, Richard continued, "Your vulnerability makes my actions even more inappropriate. You came here due to trust issues with your father, and I, took advantage of that trust. I wouldn't blame you if you left now and never came back. But I hope you don't."
Now it was my turn to respond. Richard was so eloquent and honest; I had no words that could adequately capture my emotions at the time. So, I let my instincts speak for me...I leaned in and gently pressed my lips against his. It was initially a soft, almost reluctant kiss because I wanted to give him the opportunity to back off without feeling obliged in case he regretted his earlier actions. But that favor turned out to be unnecessary.
Richard grabbed the back of my head with both hands and pulled me into the hungriest kiss imaginable. He unleashed his tongue like a sword, so passionate it bordered on violent. And my response was equally passionate. We groped every inch of each other's bodies and our engorged cocks went to war with each other even though we were fully clothed. It was like two hungry animals were trying to communicate a primal message, but what? Richard's message appeared to be pure lust. And I was not belter; I was simply taking vengeance on my father. I had never felt the warmth of an older man, certainly not my father. Now this stunningly handsome, mautre man, real man, who now knew my past, was devouring me.
I finally came the point where I had no option but to surrender to his animal desire. `Stop competing with him, submit to this man', I thought to myself. Richard, sensing my capitulation, pulled back slightly, again took my face in his hands and said solemnly, "I want you to lie back down on the couch. I will take over."
I was so enthralled that I would've done whatever he commanded, so simply lying back down was easy. Once I got back on the couch, he pulled the stool back up to me as close as he could and took both of my hands. As he pulled the arm that was further from him across my body toward him, it conveniently obscured the throbbing bulge in my pants. But surprisingly, I was disappointed it was now hidden. I wanted him to see the impact he was having on me. My erection spoke more eloquently about my feelings than I was able to. I wanted him to see it and take it. And take me. I wanted him to unbuckle my belt buckle and take me then and there.
But he didn't.
Holding my hands to his chest and leaning over me as close as he could without lying on top of me, he whispered, "I have broken every professional ethic and for that I apologize. But I don't apologize for wanting you. You are the most handsome young man that I've ever seen. The things I want to do to you are unspeakable, and I know what I want. And yet you've decided to stay. It's important you understand I have two motivations for everything I'm going to do. First, I genuinely want to help you get past the issues you have with older men. And second, and I'll be frank here, you are the young man I've known that was out there waiting for me. Handsome. Taught. Athletic. Smart. And yes, sexy as hell." He glanced down to the arm covering my bulging crotch, picked it up revealing what was now a wet spot on my pants, and added, "And rock hard. I want that. And you. All of you." He looked at me with raised eyebrows, cocked his head, and without saying a word, telegraphed the question: "Shall I continue?"
I looked up at him squarely in the eyes and uttered, "Yes, daddy. Please take me...wherever you go."
Richard looked at the floor, looked at me, looked back at the floor, took a deep breath and then stared squarely at me and replied, "Good boy. Let's get those clothes off. I want my boy nude."
End of Chapter 4