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Young man at the Wedding -- Part 1
The Granger estate loomed in the distance, a sprawling manor of ivy-covered stone and grand facades. Its grounds rolled out in waves of perfectly manicured gardens. I was a place designed to impress, to create an illusion of perfection. I steered the car up the long, winding driveway. The tires crunched on the gravel, echoing softly in the cool evening air. Beside him, my wife Danielle adjusted her seatbelt, smoothing the fabric of her dress with nervous hands.
"Nervous?" I asked.
"Just a little", Danielle said as she turned to me. "What if they don't like me?"
I reached over and patted her knee.
"They'll love you, dear. You have a way with people," I assured her.
We were on our way to our son Thomas wedding rehearsal dinner. The Granger family had obviously spared no expense, transforming their sprawling country estate into a perfect backdrop for the upcoming nuptials. I could see the twinkle lights strung up in the trees, and the large white tent set up on the lawn. It was all very picturesque, just the sort of thing Danielle loved to gush about. Kelly, my future daughter-in-law, was a chip off the old block in that regard, always needing everything to be just so.
The car pulled to a stop in front of the grand entrance. A valet rushed over, his breath visible in the chilly air.
"Mr. and Mrs. Harper," he said with a slight bow.
Danielle beamed at him, already in her element. I stepped out, letting her take the lead. She looked radiant, even if her dress was a size too small, hugging curves she hadn't had in years. I offered her my arm, and she took it, her grip firm. I straightened my tie, a habit born from decades of boardroom negotiations. I was Colin Harper, successful businessman, devoted father, and, exhilaratingly, a man who knew what he wanted and wasn't afraid to take it. The cool evening breeze brushed against my face, and I inhaled deeply, the scent of blooming flowers and cut grass grounding me.
As we stepped into the grand foyer, the chatter enveloped us. A waiter offered us champagne, and Danielle eagerly accepted, her eyes scanning the crowd. Thomas spotted us first, weaving through the guests with Kelly by his side. They made a striking pair, his dark hair a stark contrast to her blond waves. He was all smiles, Kelly leaning into him, her small breasts pressed against his arm.
"Mum, Dad," Thomas greeted, pulling Danielle into a hug. "You two look great."
"Thanks, darling," Danielle said, stepping back to appraise him. "You're not so bad yourself."
Kelly extended a hand to me, her smile tight.
"Colin, good to see you."
I shook her hand, noting the lack of warmth. Her beauty was somehow only skin-deep. My son, on the other hand, glowed with pride and love. It was clear he adored Kelly, and I was glad for that. But her condescension was a trait I found less endearing. Kelly's mother Angela also joined us, her eyes flitting between Thomas and Kelly with a mix of pride and anxiety. She was a woman who knew how to host, her smile never wavering as she greeted guests with ease.
"I hope you will find your rooms to your liking, Colin", she said to me. "Your son has told me you enjoy a good wine. I've had our cellar stocked with some French reds you might appreciate."
"Angela, you're too kind", I replied, taking a sip of my champagne.
It was then I noticed the young man, standing alone by the window, a glass of red wine in hand. He was leaning against the frame, his eyes scanning the room. I didn't recognize him, and I couldn't help but feel a stirring of curiosity. He was slim, and his pale skin was dotted with freckles. His blond hair was cut short, framing his face in a way that made his blue eyes stand out. He was young, much younger than Thomas, and there was an air of vulnerability about him. As if he didn't quite belong. I found myself drawn to him, my eyes lingering a little too long. I turned back to Angela, but my mind was elsewhere.
"And who is that young man over there?" I asked casually, tilting my head in his direction.
Angela turned to look, her expression softening.
"Ah, that's Nicholas. My youngest," Angela said, her voice laced with a touch of melancholy. "He's been a bit... lost lately. Dropped out of university and all that."
"Really? Seems like a sharp dressing kid. What was he studying?"
"Fashion design," Angela sighed. "A lot of good that did him. He's working in a shop now, can you believe it?"
I could see the dismissal in Angela's eyes, but it only made me more curious. I turned back to Nicholas, watching as he took a sip of his wine, his Adam's apple bobbing. There was something innocent, almost virginal about him, a stark contrast to the sexually confident Kelly. I felt a stirring in my pants, a primal urge to corrupt, to teach.
"You don't mind if I go have a chat with him, do you?" I asked Danielle.
She was deep in conversation with Thomas and Kelly, something about the wedding plans. She barely noticed my departure, preoccupied with the upcoming nuptials. I made my way through the crowd. As I approached Nicholas, I realized he was younger than I had initially thought, perhaps only nineteen or twenty. He was engrossed in his wine, his eyes reflecting the dim light of the chandeliers above. I cleared my throat slightly, not wanting to startle him. He looked up, his blue eyes meeting mine, and a small, hesitant smile played on his lips.
"Evening," I said, extending a hand. "I'm Colin. I don't believe we've met."
He looked at my hand for a moment before taking it. His grip was soft, his hand warm.
"Nicholas," he said. Hos voice was very soft. "Kelly's brother."
"Ah, yes," I nodded. "And what do you do, Nicholas?"
He took a sip of his wine, his gaze flicking to the side as if searching for an answer.
"I work in a clothing store. Just something to keep me busy while I figure out my next move."
I could sense his discomfort, his lack of confidence. It was both endearing and exciting. I leaned against the wall next to him, mirroring his pose.
"Well, you certainly have an eye for fashion," I commented, gesturing to his outfit. "That sweater is very stylish."
A faint blush crept up his cheeks, and he looked down at his sweater as if noticing it for the first time.
"Thanks," he mumbled. "I designed it myself."
"You're quite talented, then. I work at Reed's you know . Perhaps you could send some of your designs my way?" I suggested, my voice casual yet encouraging.
Nicholas eyes widened, and he looked up at me, a hint of surprise in his gaze. You think so?"
"Absolutely," I affirmed, giving him a genuine smile. "With the right connections, you could make a real splash in the industry."
A small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, his eyes sparkling briefly before he looked away.
"That's kind of you to say."
I took a sip of my champagne, watching him over the rim of my glass. Probably gay, I figured. But was he into older men? The thrill of the unknown made my pulse quicken. The start of a hunt is always the most exciting part. I wanted to know more about him, to see what made him tick. To see what made him hard. Danielle was unaware of my leanings, of my tastes that wandered outside our marital bed. He was a challenge, a puzzle I wanted to unravel. The delicate way he held his wine glass, the way his eyes darted around, nervous, unsure. I wanted to break that, to see what lay beneath.
"I am always on the hunt for new... talents", I said , my voice a low rumble. "It's what I do best."
Nicholas looked up at me, his blue eyes searching mine.
"I... I don't know what to say," he stammered, his fingers tightening around his wine glass.
God, it had been a while since a boy turned me on like this . The innocence, the uncertainty, it was intoxicating. The air between us seemed to crackle with unspoken tension. I could feel my cock twitching in my pants, eager for release.
"Tell me," I said, my voice low and sultry, "do you think you could send me some of your designs? I'd love to see what you've been working on."
His eyes widened slightly, and he looked down at his glass.
"I suppose I could."
"Fantastic," I said, taking a step closer to him.
I could smell his scent now, a mix of clean soap and a faint hint of sweat. It was delicious. The way Nicholas nibbled on his lower lip, the way his eyes darted around, as if searching for an escape but not finding it. He was a toy I wanted to play with, to break in, to bend to my will. I could feel my cock straining against my trousers, hungry for release. But patience was key. I wouldn't be so crude as to go for the kill too soon. Not with this one. I could already tell; he was special.
But before I could say anything more, Danielle and Thomas came up to us, interrupting our moment of connection.
"Colin, darling, there you are," Danielle said, her voice laced with relief. "We've been looking for you. The rehearsal dinner is about to start."
I stepped aside to let them join us, my body language shifting to include them in our circle. Thomas clapped me on the back, his smile wide and genuine.
"Thanks for coming, Dad. Mom's been a wreck all day."
I chuckled, giving him a reassuring pat.
"Well, we can't have that, can we? I saw a tennis court. Maybe we go could take a match tomorrow, son?"
I suggested, trying to keep the conversation light and casual. Thoma's eyes lit up at the mention of tennis, a shared passion that had bonded us over the years.
"That would be great, Dad," he replied enthusiastically. "I could use a good match to blow off some steam before the big day."
Nicholas looked at us
, his expression inscrutable. I wondered what he was thinking, if he was jealous of the easy camaraderie between father and son. I turned to him, hoping to draw him back into our conversation.
"Nicholas, you play tennis, don't you? Would you like to join us tomorrow?"
He looked at me, surprise flickering in his eyes. I haven't played in a while," he admitted.
"All the more reason to get back into it," I encouraged, giving him a smile. "It's a great way to start the day."
He looked down at his glass, twisting the stem in his fingers.
"Sure, I guess."
"Great, it's settled then," Thomas said, clapping him on the back as well. "Looking forward to it, Nick."
Nicholas gave a small, uncertain smile, glancing up at Thomas before walking away to join a group of younger guests. I watched him go, feeling a sense of satisfaction at the prospects of the tennis match.
"He's nice, but a bit awkward", Thomas said. "And his folks are pretty hard on him." Thomas added, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.
"They expected him to be a lawyer or something. You know, the usual Granger family success story."
Danielle nodded, her eyes following Nicholas as he mingled with the guests.
"Poor thing. It must be hard to live up to their expectations," she said, her tone sympathetic.
I took a sip of my champagne, my gaze still on Nicholas.
"He'll find his way," I said, more to reassure myself than anyone else.
Thomas shrugged.
"Maybe. But for now, he's just a bit...
lost," Thomas finished his sentence, the word hanging in the air as he trailed off, his attention suddenly diverted by Kelly who was waving him over.
"Duty calls," Thomas said with a grin, giving Danielle a quick peck on the cheek before excusing himself to join Kelly.
Danielle sighed softly, watching them go.
"They make such a cute couple, don't they?" she said, her green eyes reflecting a mixture of pride and wistfulness.
"Indeed, they do," I agreed, my gaze drifting back to Nicholas, who was now engaged in conversation with an older couple.
I turned to Danielle, a mischievous glint in my eye.
"You know, I feel like I've barely had a chance to get to know the younger generation. Do you think you could do an old man a favor and make sure I'm seated next to Nicholas tonight?"
Danielle looked at me, a hint of surprise in her eyes.
"You want to sit next to Nicholas? But sweetheart, I thought you'd want to sit with me."
I gave her a reassuring smile, my hand resting gently on her lower back.
"Of course, darling. But I'm also eager to get to know Thoma's future family a bit better. You don't mind, do you?"
She shook her head, her expression softening.
"No, of course not. It's a great idea. The young man could probably need a mentor, and you've got experience by the bucket load."
Danielle smiled, her eyes scanning the crowd as if searching for someone.
"You're right, dear," I said, my hand leaving her back as I raised my glass to my lips. "I do have a knack for finding talent. And who knows, maybe Nicholas can be a bit of a project for me."
The words slipped out before I could stop them, but Danielle didn't seem to notice. She was already making her way towards Angela to discuss the seating arrangements for the rehearsal dinner. I watched her go, admiring her determination and charm. She was a natural at these things, always knowing exactly what to say and when to say it. It was one of the many reasons I had married her all those years ago.
I took another sip of my champagne, my gaze drifting back to Nicholas. He was still engaged in conversation with the older couple, his body language relaxed and at ease. His ass was perfectly molded by his slim-fit trousers, and I couldn't help but imagine what it would feel like to grip it during a passionate moment. The thought of bending him over, of being the one to claim his innocence, sent a shiver down my spine. I had to remind myself to keep my fantasies in check, to play this game slow and steady. Danielle returned to my side, her eyes bright with excitement.
"All set," she said, her smile triumphant. "Angela was more than happy to oblige. It seems Nicholas could use a bit of guidance."
"Excellent," I said, clinking my glass against hers.
Nicholas seemed surprised at the new seating arrangement as he took his seat next to me.
"Mum said you wanted to sit together?" Nicholas ventured, his voice soft as he looked around the table.
"Yes, indeed," I replied, giving him a warm smile. "I thought it would be a great opportunity to get to know you better."
He nodded, his eyes scanning the table before landing on his glass of red wine. He took a sip, his fingers wrapped around the stem. Danielle smiled at us from across the table. I could tell she was intrigued by my sudden interest in her future in-law's younger brother. But she didn't know me like I knew myself, and she certainly didn't know the desires that stirred within me, desires that I had long since learned to satisfy discreetly.
"So, Nicholas," I began, my voice low and casual. "Tell me, how do you like working in the clothing store? It must be quite different from university life."
He looked at me, his blue eyes meeting mine.
"It's alright, I guess. It's just not what I expected to be doing after dropping out," he admitted, his voice tinged with a hint of bitterness.
I leaned in slightly, my elbows resting on the table, my hands clasped together.
"And what did you expect to be doing?" I asked, genuinely curious.
He took another sip of his wine, his gaze drifting to the tablecloth as he swirled the liquid in his glass.
"I don't know, really. I always thought I'd be doing something... more. Something creative."
I nodded, my eyes never leaving his face.
"And what makes you think you can't do something more? You're young, talented, and you've got a great eye for design. That's more than most people can say about themselves at your age."
Nicholas looked up at me, surprise flickering across his features.
"You think so?" he asked.
"I mean, I know my parents are disappointed, but that's not... enough to stop me, is it?"
I smiled at him, my eyes flicking briefly to Danielle before returning to him. She was engrossed in a conversation with Angela, her laughter carrying across the table.
"No, it's not," I assured him. "Sometimes, all it takes is a little push in the right direction. And who knows, maybe I can help with that."
His eyes widened slightly, and he looked at me with a mixture of surprise and hope.
"Really?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. "You...
you'd do that for me?" Nicholas asked, his voice filled with a glimmer of hope.
I reached down and placed my hand on his thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze.
"I'd be more than happy to help you, Nicholas. You've got something special, and I'd hate to see it go to waste."
Luckily, the table clothes were draped low, and no one seemed to notice my hand on his thigh. But Nicholas certainly did. He tensed slightly under my touch, his eyes darting to where my hand rested.
"Thanks," he whispered, his cheeks flushing slightly.
"You're welcome," I replied, my hand giving his thigh a subtle stroke. "I mean it, Nicholas. You've got potential."
"What are you two talking about?" Danielle asked from across the table.
I glanced at her, a smirk playing at the corners of my mouth.
"Just getting to know the younger generation," I replied, my hand still resting on Nicholas thigh.
He shifted slightly in his seat, as Danielle returned to her conversation with Angela. I moved my hand slowly upwards, my fingers tracing the curve of his inner thigh.
"So, Nicholas, tell me more about yourself. What do you do for fun?"
I asked, my fingers still tracing lazy circles on his thigh. Nicholas took a deep breath, his eyes darting nervously around the table before settling on me.
"I don't really... do much," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "I like to draw sometimes. And I used to run track in high school."
"That's impressive. Tell me more."
My hand was now on his crotch , feeling the growing bulge, and it made Nicholas squirm. He looked around the table nervously, but no one seemed to notice.
"You like that, don't you?" I whispered, my voice low and sultry. "I can feel how hard you are, Nicholas. It's a fucking turn-on."
"We can't..."
"Just pretend we have a nice conversation, Nicholas."
I discreetly started to unzip his fly. I could feel the heat radiating from his crotch, his cock already straining against the fabric of his underwear. I had never done anything this reckless in public, but the thrill of it was intoxicating. The idea that we could be caught at any moment only served to heighten my arousal.
"What do you do for a living, Mr. Harper?" he asked.
"Ah, yes," I replied, my voice low and steady as I shoved my hand inside Nicholas jeans, my fingers brushing against his pubes. "I'm an executive at Reed's. Been there for over twenty years now."
Nicholas gasped slightly at the contact, his eyes widening as he realized what I was doing. But he didn't pull away. He hastily looked around the table, his cheeks flushing a deep crimson as he tried to act casual.
"That's... impressive," he stammered.
I chuckled softly, my fingers now wrapping around his thickening cock. It was hot and hard, pulsing in my grasp.
"Well, you're full of surprises, Nicholas. I like that."
I gave his cock a slow stroke, feeling it grow even harder in my hand. Across the table, Danielle laughed at something Angela had said, her green eyes sparkling with mirth. I looked at her for a moment, a strange mix of love and contempt surging through me. She was beautiful, yes, but she was also oblivious. Blissfully unaware of the filthy things I was doing right under her nose. The boy was well-endowed, his cock throbbing in my hand, the skin soft and smooth, the hard vein pulsing beneath. I continued to stroke him slowly, my grip gentle but firm, my thumb rubbing over the sensitive head.
"So, tell me, Nicholas," I murmured, my voice low and steady, as if we were just two men having a casual conversation. "What made you drop out of university? It seems like such a waste of your talent."
Nicholas glanced around the table again, his breathing coming in short, sharp gasps. He shifted in his seat, trying to disguise his discomfort as mere restlessness.
"It's... complicated," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I just couldn't... I didn't feel like I belonged there."
I increased the pace of my strokes, my fingers gliding smoothly over his shaft. The tablecloth hid our actions, but the risk of being caught only served to heighten my arousal. I looked over at Danielle, her laughter filling the room. I watched as she took a sip of her wine, her eyes for a moment meeting mine. I gave her a small smile, as I continued to stroke Nicholas cock.
I could see the strain on his face, the way his jaw clenched as he fought to keep his composure. I applied just the right amount of pressure, using my palm to rub against the tip of his cock with each stroke. I felt his precum leaking onto my hand, making it slick and slippery.
"So you decided to drop out", I said , keeping my voice low. "That took balls, Nicholas."
"I couldn't stand the pressure," he admitted, his voice barely audible. "I felt like I was suffocating."
His cock was rock hard in my hand, pulsing with each stroke. I could feel the heat radiating from him, his breath coming in short gasps.
"I bet you felt like a piece of meat, didn't you?" I said, my voice a low growl. "Like they were all just waiting for you to fail."
He nodded, his eyes locked onto mine. I knew I had him now , this young, innocent boy, trembling under my touch.
"Yeah," he whispered. "I felt like a fucking failure."
His confession turned me on even more. I knew how to stroke a cock to prolong the pleasure, knew when to increase the pace and pressure. I knew he was close. He did all he could to keep up the facade at the dinner table with his mother just a few seats away. I took a firmer grip on his cock as I kept up the light conversation.
"I can only imagine how fucked up that must have made you feel. But you're here now, Nick. New beginnings, and all that."
He let out a soft moan, his hips moving in sync with my hand. I could see the strain in his face, the effort he was putting into maintaining the charade.
"Fuck, you're so hard," I murmured, my breath hot on his ear. "So fucking hard for me, aren't you?"
I increased my pace, my thumb circling the head of his cock with each stroke. He let out another soft moan, this time slightly louder.
His hips were moving in sync with my hand, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The sounds of the other guests conversations and laughter filled the room, but to us, it all faded into the background. The only thing that existed was the sensation of my hand on his cock, the heat between us, and the raw desire that was building to a boiling point.
Nicholas tried desperately to stifle his moans, his lips pressed together tightly as he bit down hard to keep the sounds at bay. His eyes darted around the table, pleading with me to stop, even as his body demanded more. Across the table, Danielle and Angela were still engrossed in their conversation.
"Please..." Nicholas begged, his eyes flicking nervously to where his mother sat.
I knew he was terrified of being caught, but I also knew he was too far gone to stop now. His cock was a granite pillar in my hand, leaking precum onto my palm, and he was too deep in the moment to care about anything else. I decided to push him over the edge . I wanted to see him come undone, to hear him moan, to feel his cock pulse and spurt in my hand.
I knew he was close, the tension in his body palpable. I gave his cock a few more firm strokes, my thumb rubbing over the head in tight circles. I could see his body trembling, his eyes rolling back in his head. He was fighting it, trying to keep control, but I wouldn't let him. With a final, firm stroke, I felt his cock twitch and pulse in my hand. His body tensed, and a low, guttural moan escaped his lips. His hips bucked as his cock erupted, spurting hot, thick ropes of cum onto my hand and wrist. His eyes rolled back, and he bit down hard on his lower lip to stifle the sounds of his pleasure. I felt the heat of his release, the wetness seeping through my fingers, and I couldn't help but grin as I continued to stroke him through his orgasm, milking every last drop from his straining body.
Nicholas breath came in short, sharp gasps as he fought to regain control. His body trembled, his muscles tense as he tried to keep still, to keep the intensity of his release hidden from the other guests. Discreetly, I took a napkin
and wiped my hand clean, tucking it under the tablecloth to dispose of it later. Nicholas was still breathing heavily, his eyes closed as he tried to regain his composure.
"You're welcome, Nicholas," I whispered in his ear, my voice low and intimate. "That was fucking beautiful."
"You are crazy..."
"You have no idea how hard you just made me,"
My hand was now resting on his thigh, my fingers tracing lazy patterns on the inside of his leg.
"I want more of you, Nicholas."
His eyes flicked to mine, wide and vulnerable.
"More?" he whispered.
"Just wait and see. Zip up your jeans, baby."
I smiled at Danielle from across the table , the conversation with Angela winding down. Nicholas slowly regained control, his breathing returning to normal, his eyes flitting nervously around the table. I could see the shame in his eyes, and it only served to heighten my own desire.
"That was a lovely rehearsal dinner, Angela", I said, breaking into the conversation, and drawing their attention away from Nicholas for a moment.
Danielle turned to me, her eyes sparkling with happiness.
"Wasn't it? Kelly's father's speech was beautiful, Colin."
I gave her hand a squeeze across the table, my other hand still resting on Nicholas thigh, his jeans now zipped up. I could feel the heat of his release, the lingering dampness on his skin.
"It really was. I'm glad we could be a part of it."
Danielle smiled, her eyes flicking briefly to Nicholas before returning to me. She took a sip of her wine, her mind already elsewhere. I knew better than to press her for conversation at this point. She was already halfway through her second glass and was in full wedding planning mode. I preferred it this way. With less of her attention on me, I could focus on the real prize of the evening.