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My Future Son-in-law -- Part 14
As I entered the office the following morning, my mind was still elsewhere. Tom`s interview has obviously gone well, and he was already at the office of the Downtown realtor, signing papers. I had hardly been able to talk to him before he left. And now, here I was, sitting at my desk, staring blankly at the pile of paperwork before me.
"Hey, Philip," Harrison's voice startled me.
I looked up to see him standing in my doorway, his short blonde hair catching the light as he stepped inside.
"Hey, Harrison," I replied, trying to shake off the cloud of distraction that had been lingering since the moment I woke up. "What brings you by?"
"Just checking in on your morning. Thought we could touch base on the progress of the Smith case," Harrison said, taking a seat in one of the empty chairs on the other side of my desk.
"Yes, of course. Let's take a look," I replied, clearing my throat.
As we delved into the details of the case, I couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy as I thought about Tom's new job.
I knew I had no reason to be possessive. This was a positive development in both of their lives. But still, I couldn't shake the feeling that our dynamic was about to change.
"Hey, Philip, I wanted to talk to you about your birthday party? I've booked the Cloak Club on Friday."
"I dont know. I thought Id keep it simple."
I replied, wrinkling my nose at the thought of a big, crowded event. I had told Tom the truth. I had wanted it just to be us. But still I was flattered by the gesture from my colleagues.
"Simple? Come on, Philip! It's your 47th birthday! We need to celebrate in style. Besides, I've already made all the arrangements."
Harrison had a mischievous glint in his eye. I sighed, knowing I wouldn't win this argument. I could already tell Harrison had his mind set on something grand. As if sensing my reluctance, he leaned forward in his chair and placed a comforting hand on my desk. I didn`t like this sudden intimacy. I knew he wanted Tom, ever since that dinner. I remembered how hot it had been seeing Harrison fuck Tom on the floor that night. And now it seemed like he was trying to reignite that flame. But I wasn't about to let him have my man again. I had made that perfectly clear.
"Alright, Harrison, if you say so," I relented, forcing myself to maintain a nonchalant expression.
"I heard Tom nailed the interview," Harrison said.
"How did you know?"
I asked, trying to hide my surprise. I hadn't mentioned the interview to Harrison yet.
"I have my sources," Harrison replied with a wink.
There was a moment of awkward silence. I couldn't quite place it. Could Tom have called Harrison? I didn't want to force this issue again. Tom had to make his own decisions, even if it meant that the distance between us grew.
"Well, I'm happy for him. He deserves it," I said, trying to keep my tone even.
"I think so too," Harrison replied.
Just then, my phone buzzed with a message. I picked it up and saw that the text was from Xavi. I regretted leaving him my number.
"Hey, Phil. Thinking of you," the message read.
I frowned and slid the phone away, not ready to think about Xavi yet. But it seemed like Harrison had noticed something in my demeanor. He raised an eyebrow and cocked his head, his gaze remaining locked on my phone.
"Who was that?" he asked casually.
I took a deep breath and let it out slowly.
"Just a friend," I said nonchalantly, hoping to defuse the situation before it got awkward.
But I knew Harrison wouldn't let it go that easily.
"A friend, huh? I didn't know you had any friends outside of work these days," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
My heart skipped a beat as I looked down at my phone. Sure enough, Xavi had sent me another text. What the fuck?
"I want your Daddy cock inside me. I can feel it. Can you?"
My mind flooded with heated thoughts of his young Latin body, tanned olive skin and mischievous eyes.
"Excuse me, Philip. I asked if you had any more cases lined up for this week," Harrison's voice brought me back to reality with a jolt. "But you seemed to be engrossed in your... friend."
"Sorry, Harrison. I uh...I have a bit on my mind," I replied, trying to hide my embarrassment.
Harrison raised an eyebrow but quickly masked his surprise with a knowing smirk.
"I can certainly relate to that," he muttered, his voice low and seductive.
My pulse quickened as I realized he thought I was thinking of Tom. But I couldn't help but be drawn to Xavi's words. He was different than Tom, more confident, pushier. And man, did he push my buttons.
"Sorry, Harrison. I have a lot on my plate right now," I said, trying to dismiss the conversation.
He finally stood up and swung his lean frame out of my compact, cluttered office. Just then, Xavi sent me a pic showing his toned ass in nothing but a jock strap. A fresh wave of filthy images flooded my mind; I imagined myself shoving my cock into that perfect, slightly hairy bubble-butt of his, giving him the rough fucking he had been begging for. I gritted my teeth and put my phone on silent, the last thing I needed was for anyone else to notice what was going on. I cursed myself for not blocking Xavis number. It wasnt fair to Tom. When I didnt reply, Xavi didnt answer either. It came as some relief.
I was used to having Tom around when I got home from work. Today, however, he was obviously busy at his new work. I texted him to hear when he would come home but he was obviously preoccupied, engrossed in his work. I waited for the entire evening, sitting at home, staring at the walls, my thoughts playing in circles.
Around six, the door clicked open, and Tom walked in. He looked disheveled, crumpled, and it was evident that the day has been a long one for him.
"Hey," I said, getting up from my seat, approaching him.
He looked at me, a tired smile tugging at the corners of his lips.
"Hey there", he replied.
"How was the first day at work?"
"It was exhausting. This high-end market is really something different from when I worked with Chloe." Tom shrugged off his jacket, sweat visible on his brow.
"You'll get used to it," I reassured him, running my hand through his hair.
"I hope so," Tom replied, his voice cracking slightly.
I could tell that he was feeling overwhelmed, but I didn't want to push him too much. I knew how demanding a realtor job could be, especially for a newcomer like him. The richer the client, the more demanding they got.
"I'm just gonna shower and change," Tom murmured, pressing a quick peck to my lips before disappearing into the bathroom.
I watched him go, feeling both proud of him and a little let down. I had hoped to spend some time with him after his long day, but I knew he was exhausted. I could hear the hot water running in the bathroom, mingling with the faint scent of the shower gel that he used. I knew I was being very selfish, but I couldn't help the desire that washed over me as I stared at the closed door. I wanted him, I wanted to run my fingers over his wet smooth chest, to feel him pressed against me with nothing in between us. I wanted him, but I knew he needed rest. So, I let him be and busied myself with some legal work. But the evening was still young, and I knew that my desire for him did not subside.
I waited for Tom to emerge from the shower. When he did, he looked refreshed and ready for dinner. I suggested that we eat in. We sat on the couch, eating our meal and making small talk. I told him about Harrison's plans for my birthday.
"I know I said I wanted it simple, but the plans were already in motion", I said. "Besides, Chloe called and said that she would rather just meet me for lunch on my birthday."
"That's ok. Harrison has already filled me in", Tom replied.
I raised an eyebrow in surprise.
"He has?"
"Yeah, he mentioned something about the Cloak Club and a bunch of people."
I didn't want to press the issue. Not tonight. If Harrison and Tom had contact, it was up to them. At least I would be together with Tom on my birthday. I couldn't help but admire him as he sat next to me in the couch, wearing sweatpants and an old t-shirt , hair still damp from the shower. It was clear that his mind was still on work, his eyes staring into distance and his lips slightly pursed. He was always like that when he felt overwhelmed. I remembered that look from back when he still was Chloe and trying to figure himself out. He had a way of closing himself off sometimes, focusing solely on what needed to be done. He stretched and yawned.
"Xavi talks about you a lot", he said, turning to face me with sleepy eyes.
Toying with the idea of confessing everything to Tom, I hesitated.
"Yeah? What does he say?"
"Just that he envies me." "Envies you? Why?"
Tom shrugged, his eyes widening as he stifled another yawn.
"Because I have a great daddy like you."
I blushed, feeling the warmth rise in my cheeks.
"Tom..."
"What? It's true. You're a good man, Philip."
He smiled at me, his blue eyes sparkling with amusement.
"I want your birthday to be special", he continued, "but tonight I am too beat."
He wrapped his arms around me, pressing his wet head against my chest. I sighed, accepting this reality.
"You deserve to relax," I said, rubbing circles on his back.
As I continued to reassure him, my phone buzzed again with another message from Xavi.
"Maybe tomorrow night, we can continue this conversation", he said with a smirk before disappearing into the bedroom.
Feeling nervous and excited at the prospect, I turned back to my phone. Xavi had sent another photo, this one of his rock-hard cock, which he had wrapped in a tight fist. His cock was dark and nestled in a bush of black pubes.
"Fuck, I can't take this anymore," I muttered, my fingers trembling as I opened the picture and looked at it.
My own cock started to throb in response. I reached down to touch myself, my fingers brushing against the fabric of my sweatpants. The sensation was maddening. I wanted more, needed more. I wanted to feel Xavi's thick cock in my hands, his warm lips wrapped around my shaft as he had done in the steam room. I knew Tom would be asleep by now, so I let myself get lost in the images Xavi was sending me, my mind clouded with lust. My fingers deftly traced over the screen, as I sent back a picture of my own cock that I had stored on the phone.
"Fuck me, Philip," Xavi wrote, his message bubbling up on my screen. "I want your cock inside me. Now."
My cock throbbed in my hand, and I groaned as I let myself slip deeper into the fantasy. I wanted Xavi, I wanted him now. I knew it was wrong, but I couldn't help myself. I slid my hand into my pants, my fingers brushing against the sensitive head of my cock. I was already so hard as I stared at the screen.
"Wish you were here to help me with this problem, Daddy."
My fingers hovered over the keyboard, hesitating for a moment before typing out a response.
"What kind of help are you looking for, Xavi?"
The three dots appeared immediately, indicating Xavi's swift response.
"Your mouth. Your hands. Your cock. I need all of you."
I could almost feel Xavi's hot breath on my skin, hear his eager moans. I pushed down my pants just enough to free my aching cock, gripping it in my fist as I continued to text.
"You're making me hard, Xavi," I wrote, my fingers flying over the keyboard.
"Good," came his cocky reply. "I want you to stroke yourself while you think of me. I want you to cum for me."
I groaned aloud, my hips bucking. In my mind's eye, I saw him, his toned, sculpted body glistening with sweat as he stood before me. His dark hair fell in loose curls across his forehead, and his green eyes sparkled with mischief. I imagined his lean waist, leading down to a pair of low-slung boxer briefs that barely contained his thick, firm cock. I bit my lip as I typed out my response, feeling the need to relieve the pressure building in my body.
"I want to taste you, Xavi. Let me make you cum."
Xavi's response came almost immediately.
"Promise me you'll be gentle. I don't want to lose control."
I gave him a reassuring smile, my words coming out in a breathless whisper.
"I'll be gentle, I promise.
Just let go and let me take control," I texted back, my fingers flying over the keyboard.
In my mind, I envisioned Xavi's reaction to my message. I could picture his face contorting in pleasure, his body writhing as he imagined my mouth on him, my tongue swirling around the head of his cock. The image was enough to send a shiver down my spine and cause my own cock to throb with desire.
"Fuck, Philip. I want to feel your lips on me so bad. Can you do it for me?" Xavi asked.
I knew it was wrong. Xavi wasn't Tom. I couldn't cheat like this. But I couldn't resist his seductive words. I felt guilty for even entertaining the thought, but my body was already in motion, betraying me. I had to put this train of thought to a stop.
"Fuck Xavi, I want your lips around my cock. I want you to taste my precum."
I sent a picture of my cock leaking, pointing downwards with the tip barely grazing over the white cotton rug under me.
Xavi went wild.
"Oh, fuck yes. Do it for me, Daddy. Stroke yourself just like that."
His words thrilled me, and images of the young Latino spawned in my mind. I responded with a few filthy messages, asking him to suck my cock and feel my seed explode in his mouth. At this point, I knew I couldn't hold back anymore. My cock ached to be stroked, to be lodged inside someone. Xavi was the perfect distraction; his young and fit body drove me crazy with desire. I was practically begging for him to do anything he wanted to me.
"I want to fuck you, Xavi," I typed out, feeling my resolve weakening.
He sent back a picture of his ass, it was so tight and inviting. I could picture myself pushing inside him, feeling the burning heat of his pucker surround me. I let out a low growl as I gripped my throbbing member harder. The thought of fucking Xavi's tight little ass sent waves of pleasure surging through me.
"Fuck, Xavi. I wish I were there right now. I would bend you over and take you rough and hard," I typed out, my fingers flying over the keyboard.
I couldn't believe what I was doing. I was supposed to be a loving partner to Tom, not some horny old man trying to seduce someone else. But the thrill of it was too much to resist.
I could feel the pressure building deep inside me, a sensation that was threatening to boil over. I gripped my cock tighter, my thumb brushing over the sensitive head. My hips bucked forward; my breathing ragged as I continued to stroke myself. I could feel myself getting close, my balls tingling with the impending release. I let out a low growl as I typed back a response to Xavi's latest message.
"Fuck, I'm getting close. I want to feel you around me, Xavi. Can you take it?"
"Yes, Daddy, I can take it. I want to feel you inside me."
I groaned, my hips bucking as my orgasm began to build. My fingers flew over the keyboard, my words a breathless whisper.
"I'm gonna cum, Xavi. I'm gonna cum hard for you."
My cock twitched in my hand as I felt the first wave of pleasure wash over me. I bit my lip, trying to stifle my sounds as I continued to stroke myself. I couldn't help but imagine Xavi's tight little ass wrapped around my cock, his warm body enveloping me as I filled him with my seed. The thought sent me over the edge, and My balls tightened painfully as I came hard. I had to bite my lips, so that Tom wouldn't hear me. The release was explosive, my cock twitching and jerking as I shot my load all over my hand. A momentary sense of satisfaction and relief washed over me, yet I knew it was wrong to have betrayed Tom's trust.
As I was cleaning myself up, Xavi sent me a few more explicit messages, begging for more. But I knew that I couldn't continue this unfaithful exchange of messages anymore. So, I sent him a quick message telling him that I was tired and logged off.
I took a hot shower to clear my mind, letting the warm water wash away the remnants of the dirty talk with Xavi. I stepped out of the shower and dried off, feeling tense and troubled. I looked at myself in the mirror. I couldn't help but feel like I was losing grip on what mattered, and everything I had worked for was slowly slipping away.
The days leading up to my birthday, I couldn't bring myself to bring up the subject of Xavi with Tom. He was still busy with work, and the new case took up most of mine and Harrison's time. I knew I loved Tom, but the added spice of Xavi might be too much to resist, even though I did not initiate any more texts.
On the morning of my birthday, Tom woke me up with a kiss. He was already dressed in his work attire, a crisp white shirt and dark slacks.
"Happy birthday, Philip," he murmured, his voice soft against my ear.
I groaned and wrapped my arms around him, pulling him close.
Thank you, Tom," I whispered back, feeling a surge of warmth fill my chest.
He smiled down at me, his blue eyes sparkling with affection.
"You will get your gift tonight, before the party."
"What kind of gift?"
Tom chuckled and pulled back, ruffling my hair.
"You'll have to wait and see. Now, I've got to run. Don't want to be late for work. Enjoy your lunch with Chloe."
And with that, he was gone, leaving me alone in the bed. I had taken the day off, deciding to spend my birthday in style. I lazily rolled over, stretching out my arms and legs, basking in the feeling of being loved by Tom. Worries could wait for another day. I had a lunch date in Soho with Chloe, and I was excited to see her, even though I knew our relationship was still strained.
The sidewalks in Soho were crowded with people on their lunch breaks, and it took me a few minutes to find Chloe at the designated spot. She was sitting at one of the outside tables, sipping on a latte and scrolling through her phone. Her long blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her pink lips curved into a warm smile when she saw me.
"Hi, Dad," she greeted, standing up to give me a hug. "Happy birthday."
Chloe hugged me tightly, her hands clutching the sides of my jacket. I felt a pang of affection mixed with a complex web of emotions towards my daughter.
She had been through a lot these past months, and seeing her on this bright, sunny afternoon in Soho gave me a renewed sense of hope.
"So, Chloe," I began, taking a seat opposite her. "How have you been?"
She sighed, a faraway look crossing her features. I knew she was struggling to find the words. After a brief pause, she finally spoke.
"It has been tough, Dad. But I'm ok. I mean, with you and Tom. I can see you are happy together."
"We are", I said.
"But...?" Chloe prompted, leaning forward in her chair.
I paused, my mind racing. I didn't want to burden Chloe with my own emotional turmoil, not when she was still grappling with the aftermath of Tom's infidelity. But at the same time, I knew that honesty was the best policy. So, I described the situation with Xavi.
"I can't help but feel guilty about it all sometimes," I confessed, taking a deep breath. "I have feelings for Xavi too, and Tom doesn't know about it."
Chloe just stared at me.
"Why the hell are you telling me this, dad? You know what I think," she spat out. "Cheating on Mum was so bad. She is still recuperating. And now you are doing the same thing again. Can't you see the pattern?"
"It's not the same, Chloe. I'm not planning to cheat on Tom. I just need to get this off my chest."
"Dad. Please tell me you are not thinking of doing something stupid. You and Tom have a chance. Don't ruin it because you can't keep your pants on."
I sighed, leaning back in my chair. I knew Chloe was right, but I couldn't shake the feeling that there was something missing between Tom and me.
"Xavi is just a friend, Chloe. I promise. I just get distracted sometimes."
"I bet I know what distracts you. Do you really want my advice?"
I nodded.
"I think you are scared that Tom is starting to have a life of his own. That you are on more equal footing, and that makes you nervous," she continued.
Her insight was sharp, and I couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt. I had been clinging to Tom, seeking to maintain control over him, acting like he couldn't make decisions on his own.
"Perhaps," I admitted quietly, staring down at the table.
"This Xavi. He's young, I gather. Easy to mold."
I wanted to argue, but I didn't want to create a scene in a busy restaurant. I simply nodded, giving her a shy smile.
"That's just it, though," Chloe continued, a frown etched on her forehead. "You can't control people forever. They have their own lives, their own decisions to make."
"How did you become so wise all of a sudden ?" I asked with a chuckle.
Chloe shrugged, her eyes twinkling.
"Living with Mum, I guess. She might be in a bad place right now, but she's still the strongest person I know. And she's still my mum, even if she is going through hell right now."
"Of course, she is, Chloe. And you're right, I shouldn't try to control other people's lives."
I let out a deep sigh, feeling the weight of my guilt slowly start to lift.
"Thanks for listening, Chloe. This was the best birthday gift."
The rest of the lunch went more smoothly, and our conversation lightened up. We discussed about her life, her job, and how she has been taking care of Karen. We talked about how Karen was doing, and how she was managing her depression better and better, even starting to talk about returning to work. I told Chloe that I was grateful for everything she had been doing for Karen and that I owed her one.
"You actually do, Dad. But everyone deserves a second chance."
As we kissed goodbye on the sidewalk, Chloe had left me with those words ringing in my ears.
"Thank you for lunch, Dad," she said again, her eyes misting with tears as she turned to walk away. She paused and looked back at me, offering me a weak smile. "I'll see you soon."
I returned the smile, watching her walk down the busy street, her hair gleaming in the midday sun. When she turned the corner, I turned to head home, my thoughts swirling with a mixture of relief and anxiety.
I sat on the sleek, modern coffee table in my living room, my legs crossed neatly as I waited for Tom to come home. The sparse expanse of concrete and steel that made up the apartment only amplified the nervous fluttering in my chest as he contemplated telling Tom about Xavi and his growing attraction towards him. It wouldn't be a welcome surprise on my birthday, but Chloe had convinced me it was the only way forward.
I needed to be honest with Tom, to lay my feelings bare and hope for the best. I checked my watch for the tenth time in as many minutes, my heart racing at the thought of telling Tom about Xavi. I knew he had every right to be mad, to be hurt, but I couldn't keep this secret from him any longer. I wanted a future with Tom, a real future, but that didn't feel possible without transparency and honesty. I heard the key in the lock and drew in a deep breath.
Tom stepped inside, looking exhausted but handsome in his work clothes. I could see the weariness in his eyes, the deep lines that bracketed his mouth. I wanted to reach out to him, to touch him, but I stayed seated on the couch, my hands clenched together in my lap.
"Happy birthday, baby", he said, smiling at me.
I smiled back, but I could feel the tension building between us.
"I have a surprise for you", he continued, his eyes sparkling with excitement.
"What is it?" I asked.
"You ready for your surprise, birthday boy?" Tom asked, a playful smirk tugging at his lips.
He held up a silky, black blindfold, letting it dangle seductively from one finger.
"A blindfold? What are you planning, Tom?"
He just chuckled, stepping closer and pressing a soft kiss to my lips.
"Patience, Philip. All will be revealed."
As he secured the blindfold around my eyes, a shiver of anticipation ran down my spine. I trusted Tom, even if I had no idea what he was up to. Then, I heard it - the soft creak of our front door opening, followed by footsteps that were decidedly not Tom's.
"Happy birthday, Philip," a sultry voice murmured, sending chills down my spine. It was Xavi, his voice deeper and more confident than I had ever heard it before.
"X-Xavi?" I stuttered, unsure of what to do or say.
"Shh, don't speak," Tom whispered in my ear, his warm breath tickling my skin.
"But..."
"Don't worry. Tonight is just for you."
He removed my blindfold to reveal the two young men standing before me. The contrast between them were striking . Tom, in his polished attire and polished demeanor, and Xavi, with his edgy Latin charm, but they were both undeniably attractive and masculine. My heart raced as I took them both in, their eyes locked on me with pure lust and intention. Their gazes burned into me, piercing through the fabric of my suit, and I couldn't deny the instinctual stirring in my loins.
"You've both been waiting for me," I murmured, a wicked smile curving my lips.
Tom was still dressed in his work attire. His white dress shirt was unbuttoned at the collar, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of smooth, tanned skin. His hair was slightly disheveled, giving him a rakish, just-out-of-bed look that only served to heighten his appeal. Xavi, on the other hand, was wearing a tight, black muscle tank top that clung to his sculpted torso, leaving little to the imagination. The short sleeves revealed his toned arms, and the low neckline offered a tantalizing view of his slightly hairy and chiseled chest. He wore faded and worn jeans that were hugging his hips and thighs like a second skin. I could see the outline of his hard cock straining against them, and my mouth watered at the sight. The pictures he had sent me flashed through my mind, setting my blood on fire. Xavi's eyes glittered with lust as he stepped forward and reached out to touch my arm. Tom looked just as excited, his gaze flicking between me and Xavi, hunger etched on every line of his beautiful face.
"Do you want this, Philip?" Tom murmured, his warm breath fanning against my cheek.
I swallowed hard, my pulse pounding in my ears. My cock ached with need, straining against my trousers.
I couldn't resist any longer. I leaned forward, capturing Tom's lips in a deep, passionate kiss. His mouth was warm and inviting, his tongue eagerly exploring mine. I could feel his hands on my shoulders, pulling me closer, and I moaned into his mouth as I felt Xavi's lips on the back of my neck. His kisses were soft and teasing, sending shivers down my spine. I left Tom's mouth to capture Xavi's lips instead, sucking on his bottom lip, nibbling gently on it as I savored the taste of him. Xavi pressed himself against me, and my hands found his waist, pulling him even closer.
"God, you are sexy", I murmured.
I could feel the hard length of Xavi's cock pressed against me, separated only by the thin layers of our clothes. It was maddening, and I couldn't wait to feel his bare skin against mine. I desperately wanted to tear off his clothes, to touch him everywhere, to taste him. I ran my hands down his back, feeling the muscles ripple under my fingertips, feeling the heat of his skin through the thin material of his shirt. I tugged at the hem of his shirt, feeling it slide up over his chest, revealing the taut planes of his abs. I trailed my fingers across his skin, feeling the coarse hair on his chest brush against my fingers, feeling his heart race beneath my touch. Xavi watched me with hungry eyes, his hands clenched at his sides. He stepped closer, his body brushing against mine, making me shiver. He leaned down, his breath hot against my neck, and his teeth grazed my earlobe.
Tom stepped forward, his eyes never leaving mine, and he unbuckled my belt, pulling it free. I watched as he slid it off my hips, tossing it aside. He undid my trousers, sliding them down my legs, letting them pool around my feet. Meanwhile, Xavi had started to work on my shirt , his deft fingers unbuttoning it with ease. He slipped it off my shoulders, and it joined the pile of clothes on the floor. My chest was now bare, my nipples already hard with arousal. Xavi's gaze dropped down my body, lingering on my stomach and then lower.
"Fuck," he muttered. "You are gorgeous, Philip."
I smiled, feeling my cheeks heat up in pleasure. I couldn't believe what was happening, how two younger men were practically devouring me with their eyes. I felt like a king, and my cock throbbed eagerly in my boxers. Xavi's lips trailed over my shoulder and up the side of my neck. I tilted my head to the side, giving him more access. His kisses were hot and greedy, and I could feel the outline of his teeth as he bit down gently on my flesh. I hissed, my pulse roaring in my ears.
Tom's fingers brushed against my boxers, slipping beneath the waistband. I gasped, my hips bucking involuntarily as his cool fingertips caressed my heated flesh. Xavi's teeth grazed the sensitive spot where my neck and shoulder met, making me moan low in my throat. Tom wrapped his hand around my cock, stroking me firmly and slowly. I couldn't stifle the gasp of pleasure that tore from my throat. Xavi's hands roamed over my chest, teasing my nipples, while Tom's were busy exploring the length of my cock. Xavi's mouth moved up to my ear, nibbling on my earlobe.
"May I?" He whispered.
I knew what he was asking, and I nodded eagerly, unable to speak. Xavi dropped to his knees in front of me, his eyes locked on mine as he slowly pulled down my boxers. My cock sprang free, already dripping with pre-cum. Xavi licked his lips before leaning forward and wrapping his lips around the head of my cock.
I gasped, my hips bucking involuntarily as Xavi's hot, wet mouth enveloped me. Tom's hand tightened around the base of my cock, holding me still as Xavi began to suck me in earnest. My head dropped back; my eyes fluttering closed as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me. Xavi's mouth was hot, wet, and greedy, his tongue swirling around the head of my cock before plunging down my shaft. I could feel the ridges of his tongue against my sensitive flesh, and I was helpless under the onslaught of sensations. Tom's hand on my hip kept me rooted in place, his fingers digging into my flesh as he held me still.
"You like this, baby?" Tom murmured.
His other hand toyed with my balls, expertly massaging them while Xavi sucked me deeper, his throat muscles flexing around my shaft.
"Yes," I groaned, barely able to form words. "Oh God, yes."
I started to face fuck Xavi, pulling his head towards mine, burying my cock down his throat, feeling my balls slap against his chin, his nose buried in my pubes. I could hear him gasp for breath every time I pulled back, but he took it like a pro. I grunted like an animal, my hands pulling him closer, fucking his face as if I were on the verge of exploding.
"Fuck, he swallows me so well," I grunted.
Tom grunted in agreement and knelt down beside Xavi. He leaned forward and lapped at the base of my cock where Xavi couldn't reach. The dual sensation sent an electric thrill through every nerve in my body. I knew I wouldn't last, and I wanted them naked too. I pulled out of Xavi's hungry mouth, reached down and tugged at his shirt, lifting it up over his head and tossing it aside. He got up on his feet as my fingers traced the lines of his muscular chest, feeling the tickle of his dark, slick hair against my skin. He shivered, his eyes closed in bliss, and I leaned down to capture one pebbled nipple between my teeth, eliciting a sharp gasp from him.
"Jesus," Xavi moaned, fisting his hands in my hair as I bit down gently on his sensitive nub.
I could feel his heart pounding against my fingers, feel the tremors wracking his body as I teased him higher and higher. I gave Tom a wicked grin as I leaned back, watching Xavi's chest heave with ragged breaths. My mind was a blur as I undid the buttons of Xavi's tight jeans, tugging them down his powerful thighs. His legs were thick and muscular, covered in a fine layer of dark hair that gleamed in the soft light of the living room. I couldn't help but trace my fingers over his skin, feeling the heat radiating from his body as I explored the contours of his muscles. His calves were firm and toned, his thighs thick and strong, and I could feel the muscles rippling under my fingertips as I caressed him. Xavi's head fell back as I trailed my hands up his inner thighs, getting closer and closer to his cock. The tight black briefs he was wearing did little to hide the impressive bulge straining against the fabric. I could see the outline of his hard shaft, the tip of it poking out of the waistband. I traced my fingers over the outline, feeling him jerk in response. Xavi hissed, his hips bucking forward as my fingers danced over his sensitive flesh.
"Oh God, Philip," he moaned. "Yes, touch me."
I didn't need any further encouragement. I slipped my hand into the waistband of his briefs, wrapping my fingers around his cock. Xavi's gasp of pleasure was music to my ears as I began to stroke him. His hips jerked forward, his cock sliding through my fingers. I tugged on the waistband of his briefs, pulling them down over his hips, his cock springing free. I got down on my knees and let my nose rub against the base of his shaft, then feeling the salty taste of his pre-cum on my tongue. I heard Tom, too, moving around me, and I knew he was stripping as well. The anticipation built inside me, making me dizzy, and I could only concentrate on what I was doing to Xavi. I wrapped my lips around his cock, tasting him, and I could feel his whole body quiver in pleasure. I felt Tom's hand on my hair, gently pushing me deeper onto Xavi's throbbing member. I could hear Xavi's whimpers, low and urgent, spurring me onward as I sucked him with more force.
"You like his dick, daddy?" Tom asked , his voice low and sultry.
"Fuck, yes," I groaned, swallowing Xavi down to the hilt.
Tom's grip on my hair tightened, guiding my head back and forth as I teased Xavi's cock with my lips and tongue. I could taste how his precum got saltier, and it only spurred me on further. Xavi's hips began to move, thrusting himself into my mouth, his breath coming out in ragged gasps. I looked up at him, licking the length of his cock, watching as he stared down at me, his eyes full of lust and impatience. I knew exactly what he wanted, and I was more than willing to oblige. I took him deeper, his shaft sliding smoothly down my throat, feeling the way his admittedly impressive girth stretched me wider than I had been stretched before. I struggled to return to the rhythm, my excitement and awe overtaking my ability to concentrate.
Tom, completely naked now, got up and to my amazement started to make out with Xavi, mumbling between kisses:
"So, you want my daddy to fuck you, huh?"
Tom's cock bobbed right next to me, and I decided I wanted them both in my mouth. I aligned them beside each other and closed my lips around the heads of both cocks, relishing in their different taste. Toms was familiar by now , clean and a bit salty, but Xavi's was different. He tasted wild, untamed, and foreign. My mind reeled at the taste of him, at the thought of having him in my mouth, in my throat. I sucked on them both, taking each into me and bobbing my head up and down. The sounds of their gasps and moans filled the room, driving me wild with desire. I wanted more. I wanted to give them pleasure beyond what they could comprehend.
I used both hands to feel the two young men's asses , pulling them closer, feeling their cocks sliding on my tongue, one after the other. I tasted the precum mixture in my mouth, their flavors blending into an overwhelming aphrodisiac. My free hand went to grip their scrotums, feeling their balls bounce as I squeezed them gently. Xavi's knees were shaking, his whimpering sounds getting louder, deeper. Tom muttered obscenities, egging me on to take them both deeper, faster.
With one finger, I started to tease Xavi's ass hole . I gently prodded and played with it, feeling him quiver and gasp against my face. It was so deliciously tight that I wanted nothing more than to feel him milking me off. I felt Tom's grip on my hair change subtly, tightening as he tugged my head back, allowing Xavi to pull out of my mouth with a wet pop.
"You want to see how daddy really fucks?" Tom smirked wickedly.
The question hung in the air as I stared up at both men, their bodies shining with sweat and vulnerability.
"Let's take this to the bedroom", I ordered , feeling a surge of adrenaline and excitement course through me.
Tom and Xavi exchanged a heated glance before following me to the bedroom, their cocks bouncing with every step. Xavi's body was toned, his muscles rippling under his skin, and I couldn't wait to explore every inch of him with my tongue. Tom's body was leaner, his muscles long and slender, a perfect contrast to Xavi's bulk.
"Get up on the bed", I said.
They both did as they were told, getting up on all fours next to each other, their firm butts facing me. Their bodies looked like a feast fit for a king, and I was the one they were presenting themselves to. I knelt behind them, running my hands over their asses, teasing their fucking holes with my fingers. I could feel their muscles quiver under my fingertips as I spread the cheeks of their asses wide open. Tom's hole was familiar, and I could feel it relax slightly as I breached the outer ring. Xavi, on the other hand, was a bit tighter, and I could feel the tension in his thighs as I played with him. It was hairy, the dark strands tickling my fingers as I spread his cheeks. I took a deep breath, the musky scent of sex filling my nostrils as I leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss on each of their puckered holes. Xavi shivered, his thighs shaking as I pressed my tongue against his hole, tasting the faint saltiness of his skin. He moaned, pushing back against my tongue as I teased him with my lips and tongue. I could feel the tension in his body slowly dissipating, his hole relaxing for me. At the same time, I kept fingering Tom 's ass, loosening him up as well. I surrendered myself to the primitive need gnawing at my core, the primal drive to possess the two young men serving as my toys. Unwillingly, I gave myself over to the beast within, the animalistic nature that untethered me from my moral compass and left me with only the raw, unrelenting instinct to dominate.
Using two fingers, I slowly probed Tom's ass, stretching him. My tongue kept delving into Xavier's forbidden flesh, feeling the soft and delicate skin around his tight opening. I lapped and teased around his edges before plunging my tongue inside. I wanted to be inside him, to fill him up, but I took my time, savoring the taste of him, earthy and raw, a taste that I couldn't get enough of. I felt his muscles clench around my tongue, and I knew he was ready for me. I pulled back, my fingers trailing over his thighs, leaving a wet trail in their wake.
Xavi collapsed onto the bed, gasping for breath. I couldn't wait any longer. I needed to bury myself deep inside him. I grabbed the lube from the bedside table and squirted a generous amount onto my fingers. I parted his cheeks, feeling his puckered hole quiver under my touch. I slicked up my fingers with the lube, feeling his body tremble as I circled his opening with my fingertips.
"Please, Philip," he begged, his voice low and full of need.
Xavier was a remarkable sight, his massive backside glistening with sweat and begging for attention. He looked divine and primal at the same time, a wild animal hungry for my touch. I spread his legs wider, getting a better look at his hairy hole.
I took a deep breath, slowing my heart rate down, as I positioned the tip of my cock at the entrance to his ass. He gasped, his muscles tensing, waiting for my intrusion. I gently pushed in, slowly forcing my way past his ring of muscle. He grunted in discomfort, but I could tell he was struggling to contain himself. I applied more pressure, sliding in further inch by inch, until I was finally fully inside him.
Xavi gripped the sheets tightly, his body still as I started to move in and out of him.
His moans grew louder, with every inch I took. His muscles clenched around me, pulling me deeper with every thrust. I could feel him milking my cock, my pre-cum mixing with the lube. I flexed my muscles, feeling my sheer strength as I fucked him harder.
"Mmmm, yes. Just like that, Philip," Xavi grunted, his head thrown back against the pillow.
I slammed into him repeatedly, feeling him spread wider to accommodate me. I could feel my balls slapping against him as I fucked him with reckless abandon. I looked over at Tom, who now was lying on his back, his cock rock hard and begging for attention. I pulled out of Xavi and turned my attention to Tom. He looked surprised but excited as I moved towards him. I grabbed his legs and pulled him closer, pointing my cock against his hole.
"You want me to fuck you, Tom? You want my dick in your ass?" I yelled, my mouth close to his ear.
His cock twitched in excitement as he moaned, nodding his head weakly. I smiled darkly, and without another word, I leaned over and kissed him, my tongue sliding into his mouth, tasting his sweetness. I positioned my cock at his entrance and with one swift, forceful thrust, I buried myself deep inside him. He cried out in shock and pleasure, his body stiffening as I began to fuck him. I had intended to go slow, to take my time and savor the moment, but I couldn't stop myself from fucking him hard and fast. It was like a dam had burst inside me, and all the pent-up lust and need came flooding out. I wrapped an arm around his waist, pulling him closer.
Xavi watched us, and I grabbed his head, kissing him deeply as I fucked Tom . Xavi's mouth opened to mine, and his tongue met mine. Our mouths tasted of each other and our sweat, of lust and pleasure. Xavi's moans vibrated against my lips, and I felt a surge of pure, unadulterated power. I thrust harder, my hips moving with a life of their own as I plunged my cock into Tom's tight, slick hole. I could feel his muscles contracting around me, pulling me deeper, and I knew he was close. His eyes rolled back in his head, and a low, guttural sound escaped his lips.
"I'm gonna... I'm gonna cum" Tom groaned as he trembled beneath me, his ass clenching around my cock.
I could feel his release spurt across my stomach, sticky and hot. The sensation almost sent me over the edge, but I grit my teeth. I pulled out of him and got back to Xavi, flipping him so that he was on his back. His taut abs glistened with sweat, and his hard cock stood straight up, throbbing and ready for action. I positioned myself above him, lined the head of my cock up to his dripping hole, and drove in deep, making him gasp in pleasure. His sounds echoed around the room as I plunged in and out of him, feeling his ass gripping my cock tight. I slid my hands up and down his torso, loving how it felt against my palms, how his muscles rippled under my fingertips. I was in complete control, and I reveled in it. Xavi's eyes had rolled back in his head, and he was mouthing out obscenities that only served to ignite my passion even further.
"Oh, God!" He exclaimed loudly. "Fuck! You feel so fucking good! Harder! Harder!"
I obliged, plunged in and out of him with abandon.
I leaned back slightly so I could get a good look at how my cock disappeared into his tight ass. It was hot as hell. Xavi's hands were all over his own body, cupping and squeezing his pecs, teasing his own nipples and rubbing his own abs. Watching him do that just drove me wild. I grabbed hold of Xavi's legs and pushed them back, getting a better angle to hit that spot deep inside of him.
"Oh, fuck yes, Philip!" Xavi moaned out as he started to thrash about under me.
I knew he was close, his body shivering and shaking as my cock ploughed deeper into him. I could feel my testicles drawing up, the pressure in my lower back mounting, and the familiar tightness constricting around my lower abdomen. Sweat dripped down from my forehead as I forced myself to hold on, to not give in just yet. I wanted this night to last. I didn't want this sensation to end. I wanted to stay in this moment forever.
"God, God... Oh... man", Xavi panted, his eyes wild with pleasure as he gripped the sheets beneath him.
I slammed into him harder, fucking him with everything I had. Sweat dripped from my brow as I leaned over him, my hands gripping his hips as I drove myself into him.
"You like that, don't you?" I growled; my voice barely recognizable.
The young Latin stud beneath me howled in response, his legs splayed wide open. I gritted my teeth, slamming into him with every ounce of strength in my body. I couldn't get enough of him, the tightness of his ass gripping me like a vise, massaging my cock with every thrust. Xavi's glistening muscles strained as my cock pistoned in and out of him, sweat glistening on every inch of his bronzed skin. His hard cock kept slapping against his stomach, leaving a trail of pre-cum in its wake. Tom lay spent beside us, his chest heaving as he caught his breath. I grinned, feeling a sense of satisfaction and possession wash over me as I looked down at Xavi's slick, sweaty body. He was mine to dominate and pleasure, at least for tonight.
I reached out, wrapping my hand around his cock as I leaned down to kiss him again. Our tongues danced together, tasting the saltiness of our bodies on one another's lips. I could feel the heat of his erection pulsing against my fingers, and I resumed the delicious rhythm we had fallen into earlier.
I tugged at his cock, my hand slick with pre-cum and sweat, while my hips continued to move in the same maddening rhythm. He writhed beneath me, urging me on as my relentless assault on his senses continued.
Tom, lying next to us, watched the scene unfold with hooded eyes. I could see the fire burning in them, his own arousal rekindled. He reached out, his fingers tracing the lines of Xavi's muscular chest, lingering on his nipples. Xavi gasped, arching into Tom's touch, his body shaking with need.
Tom took that as his cue and leaned in, taking one of Xavi's nipples into his mouth. Xavi cried out; the sound muffled by my lips still pressed against his. I could feel the vibrations in his chest, and it sent a shiver down my spine. My hips moved faster, my thrusts becoming more urgent as I felt my climax building deep inside of me.
I broke the kiss, panting heavily as I looked down at Xavi. His eyes were glazed over with pleasure, his lips parted as he moaned in ecstasy.
Watching him like this, gasping my name, while Tom tortured his dark nipples, it was the hottest fucking thing I've ever seen. My hips moved on autopilot, driving my cock deeper and deeper inside the young horny stud, my balls slapping against his ass. My hand squeezed his cock harder, tugging at the velvety-soft skin. Xavi's screams grew wilder, louder, almost frantic in their intensity. I could feel the tension building in his body, his muscles tightening around my cock. I knew he was close, and I could feel myself teetering on the edge, my hips bucking wildly. I gripped his cock tighter, tugging on it with every thrust, feeling it swell and throb against my hand. Xavi's breathing grew ragged, his moans turning into a high-pitched whine as he felt the first waves of pleasure ripple through his body.
His legs trembled, his muscles clenching even harder around my cock as I felt him cum. The release painted his hairy
chest and abs in sticky strands that shimmered under the moonlight, his body quivering from the aftermath of orgasm. Seeing him like that drove me closer to the edge, my balls tightening as the pressure inside me was building.
I groaned deeply, ripping my lips away from Xavi's to hold onto something to keep myself from detonating like a volcano.
It was too much, too intense. I couldn't control myself anymore. Xavi had come undone beneath me, and now I was doing the same. I felt my orgasm boiling over, climbing up my spine and radiating from my balls like lava about to spill from a volcanic crater.
"Fuck, I'm gonna cum!" I shouted, barely able to hold myself together.
Without warning, I slammed deep into Xavi's ass with one last fierce thrust before unleashing inside him like a fucking beast.
I heard his gasps as I fired off rope after rope of hot, sticky cum that coated his interior walls. I held myself still, filling him to the brim, savoring the moment before pulling out. Xavi whimpered with pleasure, whining as the spent semen dripped out of him.
I watched him as he looked down at his chest, his expression washed with a combination of ecstasy and exhaustion. It was a beautiful sight; one I couldn't get enough of. Tom kissed the back of his neck, nuzzling against the young Latino's shoulder.
"I've never done anything like that before," Xavi murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.
"Happy birthday, Phil. I think it's time to go to the party," Tom whispered in my ear.
My body was still humming after the intense threesome we'd just had. My breaths were slowing, but my heart rate had yet to return to normal.
"Yeah, I suppose it is", I admitted, my voice a low rumble.
"I hope you got what you wanted," Tom mumbled, his breath hot against my ear.
Xavi shifted beside me; his eyes closed in exhaustion. I could feel his body still trembling with aftershocks of pleasure.
"I did", was all I said, my eyes drifting towards the mirror in front of us.
Our reflection was a messy scene of sweat-slicked bodies, smeared makeup and heavy breathing. My own face was flushed, my hair matted with sweat, while Tom looked like he had just finished a marathon, Xavi lying bonelessly between us, his eyes blank with satisfaction.
"Let's clean up. The party's about to start," I said, giving them a weak smile.
Tom jumped off the bed and offered me his hand. I took it and stood up, feeling the room spin for a moment. Xavi remained on the bed; his legs still spread.
I leaned down to give him a kiss on the forehead. "Don't move, I'll be right back."
I went to the bathroom, washed my face, and brushed my teeth.
I took a deep breath, looking at myself in the mirror. My lips were swollen, my cheeks flushed with exertion and pleasure. I looked sated, content. I felt like a new man, reborn. I smiled and turned away, feeling refreshed and ready to face the party.
Chapter 5
I entered the Cloak Club, flanked by Tom and Xavi. The atmosphere was charged with the sounds of laughter and clinking glasses. People turned to look at us as we made our way to the bar, and I could feel their eyes on us, sizing us up, taking in the three of us together. A thrill of excitement ran through me, knowing that they had no idea that I just had fucked the young man accompanying me.
"Happy birthday, Philip!" Harrison exclaimed, appearing at my side with a glass of champagne. "I hope you're ready to celebrate!"
He raised his glass in a toast, and the other guests followed suit. I could feel myself blushing as they all congratulated me, wishing me a happy birthday and offering their best wishes for the year ahead. Tom and Xavi hung back, watching me with smiles on their faces. I could feel their eyes on me, and I knew that they were both thinking about what had happened between us earlier.
"You really outdid yourself", I said to Harrison.
"Glad you liked it", Harrison replied. "It seems like you got lucky tonight."
"Well, you only turn 47 once, right?"
Harrison's eyes fixed on Xavi, who now was wearing a black tight t-shirt and the same faded jeans that I had unzipped earlier this evening. Tom had ditched his suit jacket, rolling up his sleeves to reveal his lean arms. I glanced at both of them, feeling a sense of pride and satisfaction as I did so.
"Thank you for planning this, Harrison. It's marvelous."
Harrison nodded, his gaze still lingering on Xavi.
"Glad to see you're having fun too. Who is that hot little number?"
"That's Xavi. He's a friend of Tom's from the gym."
"Huh. Maybe I should change gyms then."
Harrison smiled, his eyes still on Xavi.
"You should."
I could feel Tom's hand on my back, a gentle caress that made me shudder. Xavi looked at me, his expression unreadable. I watched as Harrison walked up to him, but by then some other colleagues came to greet me and offer me a toast . I nodded, smiled, and clinked glasses while keeping a watchful eye on Harrison. I noticed him leaning in and whispering something in Xavi's ear. I saw Xavi tensing up and nodding, a small smile playing on his lips. Harrison returned my gaze, smirking as he clapped my shoulder before walking away. I watched as he moved towards the other end of the bar, his eyes never leaving Xavi. Tom looked at me, his brow furrowed.
"What was that about?"
"You know how Harrison is", I said. "Xavi is a big boy."
"I'm glad we did that. I know you wanted him", Tom said , gazing at Xavi.
I looked at Tom, surprised. I had been tormenting myself over my desire for Xavi, and now it seemed that Tom was OK with it.
"Yes, I did. I still do. I didn't want to upset you. It is you I love", I said.
"I know", Tom said. "But sometimes we can share our pleasures."
Tom's voice was soft, almost whispered. I looked at him, my eyes meeting his for a brief moment. There was a look of understanding in his bright blue eyes.
I nodded.
We walked through the club, the crowd parting to make way for us, everyone seeming to sense that we were different. The room was alive with music, laughter, and conversation, but there was a stillness around us that set us apart. We were one. It had turned into the best birthday of my life.