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Young Man at the Wedding -- Part 3
The next morning after breakfast, I sauntered down to the tennis court at the Granger estate. The cool morning sun bathed the emerald grass in a soft glow, and the towering oak trees surrounding the court filtered the light, casting long, dancing shadows on the pristine white lines. The tennis shed, a weathered wooden hut, sat in the corner like an old neglected relative.
Kelly and Thomas were already on the court, warming up. Thomas, my son, was always competitive, even in a casual game of tennis. I could see it in his eyes as he watched Kelly's serve. I watched them in silence, thinking by last night's encounter with Nicholas. had never been that reckless, and a part of me felt shame, the other was simply exhilarated at the forbidden pleasure. The thought of his smooth, freckled skin and plush lips under the moonlight was still fresh in my mind. I adjusted my grip on the tennis racket, trying to shake off the memory.
"Coming or what, old man?" Thomas called out, snapping me back to the present. "We need a fourth for doubles."
I nodded, stepping onto the court.
"Let's not get too rough on the kid, alright?" I said, nodding towards Nicholas, who was stretching on the side, a bit hesitant.
He looked nervously at me, then quickly away. My gaze lingered on his smooth, slim body, remembering how it felt against mine last night. I couldn't help the slight smirk that tugged at my lips.
"Oh, come on, Colin," Kelly interjected, rolling her eyes. "Don't be so patronizing. Nicholas can hold his own."
She was always condescending, that one. I know Thomas was infatuated with her, but I found it increasingly hard to stand her attitude. Especially towards her brother.
"Kelly, let's not be too hard on him," I replied, trying to keep the bite out of my tone.
"Yeah, Kelly," Thomas chuckled. "You might be surprised."
Nicholas blushed at the comment, looking down at his feet, his hands twisting the hem of his shirt. He was fucking endearing, and oh so sexy.
"Alright, alright. Let's play," Kelly huffed, tossing the ball in the air. "Thomas, you're on my team."
I laughed, a deep rumble in my chest, and Nicholas flushed again. "Don't worry, Nicholas. We'll do our best."
I turned to Thomas, who was smirking at the challenge. "Don't go too easy on us, son."
As we started the game, the tension between Kelly and me hung in the air like a thick fog. She was determined to win, her competitive streak on full display. She rallied with Thomas, their teamwork honed from countless matches. They volleyed effortlessly, their synchronized movements a testament to their chemistry.
On our end, Nicholas was hesitant, his swings tentative. I could see the doubt in his eyes, the fear of disappointing Kelly, of not living up to her fucking expectations. It was maddening. Nicholas' hesitation was driving me crazy. I wanted to take him by the shoulders, shake him, tell him to trust in his own power. Instead, I played the game, keeping an eye on him, watching him struggle.
Our opponents were ruthless. Kelly was a formidable player, her athletic body moving with precision. Thomas was just as merciless, his competitive nature driving him. They were tearing us apart, their alliance a force to reckon with. Nicholas was missing shots, his face growing redder with each mistake. I could see the anger brewing in Kelly's eyes.
"Come on, Nicholas!" she snapped.
"You're playing like a child!"
I saw Nicholas flinch, his face falling. I moved between them, shielding him from her glare.
"Kelly, give him a break. We're all just having fun here." I said, giving Kelly a stern look.
She rolled her eyes but backed off. Instead I turned to Nicholas, putting a hand on his shoulder.
"You're doing great, kid. Just relax and focus."
He looked up at me, his eyes wide, and I could see the relief in them. I gave him a reassuring nod before turning back to the game.
"Just remember, Nicholas," I called out as we started playing again, "keep your eye on the ball, follow through with your swing, and don't be afraid to move your feet."
Nicholas nodded, his grip on the racket tightening as he prepared for the next serve. The first few shots were still tentative, but slowly, I could see him starting to relax. He began to move his feet, to follow through with his swing. His shots became more confident, more precise. Kelly's mouth tightened as she watched him improve, but she said nothing. Thomas, on the other hand, looked impressed.
"Nice one, Nicholas!" he called out.
Nicholas blushed at the praise, but I could see the confidence in his eyes. I fucking loved it. I loved seeing him come alive, seeing the potential in him that Kelly seemed to miss. The game was intense. We were neck and neck, the score tied. I served, and Nicholas positioned himself, feet spread wide, body bent slightly forward, the racket held out like a shield. His pale, freckled skin glistened with sweat, his slim frame clad in a tight shirt that hugged his torso just right. As he moved, his muscles flexed, and I found myself admiring his physique, the smooth, toned body that I had explored just the night before. His ass, pert and firm, was a sight to behold. He was a vision, and the urge to reach out and touch him was overwhelming. I forced myself to focus, to not let my lust cloud my judgment. I called out, clapping my hands, trying to hide my desire.
"You've got this!"
Nicholas straightened up, his stance changing as he prepared for Kelly's serve. He looked determined, focused. Kelly hit the ball, a hard, powerful serve. Nicholas spun on his heels, the racket connecting with the ball, sending it soaring in a perfect return. Kelly rushed to intercept, but Nicholas had struck it too well. The ball landed in our court, leaving Thomas and Kelly scrambling.
"Yes!" I shouted, pumping my fist. Nicholas turned to me, a wide grin on his face.
"That was fucking amazing, Nicholas!" I exclaimed. He laughed, his cheeks flushed, his blue eyes sparkling.
"Thanks, Colin," he said, his voice breathless.
I grinned, the pride and excitement coursing through me evident. But as I watched Nicholas, his body glistening with sweat, his chest heaving, I felt a sudden tightening in my groin. A hard on was pressing against my tennis shorts, the memory of last night's encounter making it impossible to ignore. I shifted, trying to adjust myself discreetly,.
Thomas hit the ball back, but I barely noticed, my focus entirely on Nicholas. He was beautiful, his skin flushed, his eyes bright. I wanted him again, and the realization that I was getting aroused in the middle of a tennis game with my son and his fiancée was both thrilling and terrifying. I quickly looked away, trying to shake off the desire, when I heard Thomas call out:
"Match point!"
My head snapped back towards the court, just as Thomas served, the ball sailing through the air. I watched as Nicholas positioned himself, his body lithe and agile. He moved with fluid grace, a stark contrast to the tentative player he had been at the start of the game. The ball landed in their court, just skimming the line. I saw Kelly's mouth open in surprise, Thomas expression one of disbelief.
"Fuck! How the hell did you do that?" Thomas exclaimed, shaking his head in disbelief.
Nicholas let out a breathless laugh, his chest heaving with exertion.
"Beginner's luck?" he suggested playfully, his eyes shining with excitement.
Nicholas laughed, his cheeks still flushed from their intense rally.
"Let's call it a day," Kelly chimed in, picking up her towel and wiping her brow. "We've got a lot to do before the wedding, haven't we?"
Thomas nodded, his gaze lingering on Kelly, his competitive spirit momentarily forgotten.
"Yeah, we should. We've got a lot to do before the big day."
As they walked off the court,Thomas following Kelly like a puppy, I turned to Nicholas, who was still standing there, his racket hanging limply by his side. He looked uncertain, his eyes darting between me and the court.
"Why don't you stay, Nicholas?" I suggested, keeping my voice casual. "We can hit a few more balls, or just relax in the shade. It's a beautiful day, and you've earned a break."
Nicholas hesitated, his eyes avoiding mine.
"I don't know, Colin. I should probably get back and help with the preparations."
Nicholas' voice was soft, his head bowed. I took a step closer, my heart pounding in my chest. Fuck, I wanted him again.
"You deserve a break, Nicholas. You played fucking amazing today. Let's just... relax."
I reached out, gently placing a hand on his shoulder. He looked up at me, his blue eyes wide and uncertain. I leaned in, my voice low, my words a whispered promise.
"Let's just... unwind. The heat out here is intense, isn't it? Let's cool down by the shed."
"But what about... they might see us."
I gripped his shoulder, my thumb brushing over his collarbone.
"I think you deserve a reward for that match. Don't you?"
A shiver ran through him, and he nodded, his eyelids fluttering. I smirked and led him towards the weathered wooden shed, oaken and bathed in the dappled sunlight. Pushing the creaky door open, I stepped inside. The shed was filled with the scent of old tennis balls and sweat, a comforting aroma that reminded me of summers past. The light filtered through the slats, casting long shadows on the dusty floor. Nicholas hesitated at the threshold, his eyes darting towards the house.
"Colin, are you sure about this? Won't your wife be looking for you?"
Nicholas asked, still standing at the doorway.
I chuckled, low and throaty, and closed the distance between us.
"Let her look. She won't find me."
Nicholas' breath hitched as I trailed my fingers down his arm, feeling the goosebumps rise in my wake. I leaned in, close enough to feel his breath on my face.
"Let her look for me, Nicholas. She won't find me because I'll be right here, in this shed, with you."
I saw the moment he decided to give in. His eyes darkened and his lips parted slightly. I took advantage of that moment, pushing him gently against the wall, my body pressing against his. I could feel his heartbeat.
"Colin," he whispered, his breath hot on my face.
"You did so great today, kid," I murmured, running my hand up his chest, feeling the soft cotton of his shirt. "You deserve a reward for that match."
I smirked, my hand cupping his jaw, my thumb brushing against his lips. He trembled as I leaned in, my lips brushing against his. He was soft, so fucking soft, and I wanted to devour him, to consume him. I deepened the kiss, my tongue sliding against his, demanding entrance. He finally opened for me, his tongue tangling with mine, his body melting against the wall. I trailed my hands down his sides, his slim waist, and grabbed his ass, pressing him against me. I could feel my cock, hard and aching, pressing against my shorts. I broke the kiss, trailing my lips down his neck, tasting the salt of his sweat. He gasped as I bit down on his collarbone, my fingers digging into his asscheeks.
"Fuck, Nicholas," I growled. "You're even more delicious than I remembered."
He whimpered, his hands clutching at my shirt. I pulled back, grinning at him.
"Turn around," I commanded.
Nicholas obeyed, his body shaking slightly as he faced the wall. I ran my hands down his back, feeling the soft cotton of his shirt and the firm muscles underneath. I gripped the hem of his shirt, pulling it up and over his head, leaving him in just his shorts. I took a moment to admire his smooth, pale skin, the freckles dotting his shoulders and back. I leaned in, kissing a path down his spine, feeling him shudder with each touch of my lips. I knelt down behind him, my hands resting on his firm ass. He grabbed hold of his shorts as I tried to pull them down. He looked over his shoulder, his blue eyes wide and nervous.
"Colin, are you... what are you going to..."
"Shh," I whispered. "Just let me, kid. Trust me."
He hesitated for a moment, then let go, allowing me to tug his shorts down. They pooled around his feet, and he stepped out of them, leaving him completely bare. I groaned at the sight. I ran my hands up his hairless thighs, feeling the goosebumps rise in my wake.
"Fuck, Nicholas," I whispered, my voice thick with desire. "Your body is perfect."
I leaned in, inhaling the scent of him, sweat from the tennis match and a hint of soap from the shower he must have taken this morning. I gripped his asscheeks, spreading them slightly, and licked a path from the small of his back, down the crack of his ass, to the sensitive spot between his cheeks. He jumped, a soft cry escaping his lips.
"Colin, what are you... fuck..." he panted, his hands clutching the wall for support.
I chuckled, the sound low and filthy in the small shed.
"Relax, kid. Just let me taste you," I murmured, my tongue flicking out, teasing the sensitive spot again.
He whimpered, his hips jerking slightly. I gripped his ass harder, holding him still. I wanted to savor this, to take my time and drive him fucking crazy. I licked down further, feeling the pucker of his hole against my tongue. He gasped, his body tensing.
"Spread your legs, son," I demanded, my voice low and commanding.
Nicholas complied, his legs parting slightly, giving me the access I craved. His balls hung low, inviting and vulnerable. I inhaled deeply, the musky scent of him filling my nostrils.
"That's it, Nicholas," I murmured, my voice thick with lust. "Let me in."
I leaned in, my tongue tracing the seam of his balls, feeling them tighten in response. He whimpered, his hips pushing back against me, begging for more. I chuckled again, and complied, taking one of his balls into my mouth, sucking gently.
"Fuck, Colin," he panted, his body. "That feels... Oh god, it feels..."
The words trailed off into a moan as his hips bucked against me, seeking more. I released his ball with a pop, my tongue tracing upwards to the other, lavishing it with the same attention. Nicholas was panting now, his body flushed, his hands clenching and unclenching against the wall. I pulled back, my voice a low growl.
"You taste fucking incredible, Nicholas."
I moved my hands up to his waist, holding him steady as I leaned in, my tongue finding the crease of his ass again. It was sweaty and moist , the perfect blend of his body's natural scent and the salty tang of his exertion. I licked upwards this time, my tongue delving into his tight hole, tasting him fully. He cried out, his body jerking as I probed deeper.
"Oh fuck, Colin. Oh god, that's... that's too much," he panted.
I pulled back slightly, my lips brushing against his skin.
"Too much? Or is it just enough? Tell me, Nicholas. Tell me what you want."
He hesitated, his body trembling.
"I... I don't know. I've never... it's never been like this before."
I smirked against his skin, my hands gripping his hips tightly.
"Like what, kid? Like you've never had a man eat your ass before?"
I murmured, my tongue pressing insistently against his hole, demanding entrance. Nicholas gasped, his body jerking, his hands slamming against the wall for support. I circled my tongue around his tight hole, teasing, tasting, and taunting him. He moaned, his voice raw and desperate, as I pressed my face closer, my breath hot against his skin.
"Colin," he panted.
I smiled against his ass, my tongue probing deeper, circling, coaxing him to open up for me.
"You deserve this, baby, after what your bitch sister said to you. You deserve to be spoiled, to be worshiped."
Nicholas whimpered, his ass now pressing against my face. I let out a low hum of approval as I began to fuck him with my tongue.
"That's it, Nicholas. Open up for me."
My voice was a low, growling command, as I pushed my tongue deeper into Nicholas's tight, puckered hole. He cried out, his body tensing for a moment before finally giving in, his ass relaxing and allowing me to delve even deeper. His moans filled the small shed. Nicholas's hands, which had been clutching the wall for support, now clenched into fists. His ass was a fucking feast , and I was starving. I pushed my tongue deeper, fucking him with it, tasting his pleasure. He was moaning louder now, his thighs trembling with each thrust of my tongue.
"Oh god, Colin. Oh fuck, that's...that's so good," he moaned.
His hole quivered around my tongue , and I knew he was close. I wanted to drive him over the edge, to make him come undone. I reached around and grabbed his cock. It was impossibly hard. I stroked him slowly, in time with the thrusts of my tongue, feeling him tremble in my grasp. His moans were constant now, he almost sat on my face, desperate for more. The scent of him filled my nostrils, the taste of him coated my tongue. I was fucking drowning in Nicholas, and I didn't want to come up for air.
"Take it. Take my tongue in your ass," I mumbled inside his ass.
He was unable to form any words under my double assault , his mind consumed by the pleasure. My hand on his cock sped up, stroking him harder and faster, matching the rhythm of my tongue inside him. Nicholas was now fucking my face with his ass, his hips thrusting back against me, taking my tongue deeper.
"Oh fuck, it's so... it's so good," he moaned, his voice barely recognizable.
I redoubled my efforts, my tongue fucking him relentlessly, my hand stroking his cock with swift, sure strokes. My other hand caressed his lower abs , enjoying the smooth, firm feel of his skin. Nicholas was a writhing, moaning mess above me, his body pushed against the wall, his ass pressed against my face, his cock in my hand. His sphincter clinched around my tongue as he wailed incoherent words, his body tensing, his hips jerking wildly. I felt the first hot spurt of cum hit my hand, and then another, Nicholas's cock pulsed in my grip as he came in thick ropes of semen, covering my hand. I kept my tongue buried deep in his ass, kept my hand moving on his cock, prolonging his pleasure, drawing out his orgasm. Nicholas was a panting, sweaty mess, his body trembling as he came down from his high. I loved the way he looked, the way he felt, the way he tasted. I slowly withdrew my tongue, giving his hole a final soft lick before pulling back. Nicholas slumped against the wall, his body boneless, his breath coming in ragged gasps.
I stood up, my knees cracking slightly as I straightened. I glanced down at my hand, still slick with Nicholas's cum, and a grin tugged at the corners of my mouth. I licked my hand clean, tasting him, savoring him. He watched me, his eyes wide, his lips parted.
"That was...," he whispered, his voice hoarse.
I smirked, leaning back against the wall across from him.
"You liked it."
It wasn't a question, but Nicholas nodded anyway, his cheeks flushing with heat. He glanced at his watch.
"Shit, I have to go. I promised mum to help with the caterers," he muttered, suddenly looking around for his clothes.
I chuckled low, watching him scramble to collect his scattered clothes. He was adorably disheveled, his hair mussed up and his cheeks still flushed with the afterglow of his orgasm. I loved seeing him like this. I held up his shirt, a wicked grin twisting my lips.
"Come on, Nicholas. Let me help you with that. I wouldn't want you to be late for your chores."
He looked up at me, his blue eyes wary but also soft. He let me help him into his shirt, my hands lingering on his shoulders as I fastened the last button. He stepped into his shorts, his hands trembling slightly as he pulled them up. I felt an unwelcome sense of tenderness towards the boy, a feeling that I quickly tried to push away. I had always been good at fucking and forgetting. It was my modus operandi, my way of keeping my secret life separate from my public one. But with Nicholas, things were different. I turned away, straightening my own clothes, trying to regain my composure.
"You better take this", I said and handed him his tennis racket.
He took it from me and looked down at it, his fingers tracing the strings.
"Thanks, Colin."
"You should go now. See you at the wedding."
I opened the door for him, letting the warm sunlight flood into the small, dusty shed. Nicholas stepped out, his shoulders straightening as he headed towards the main house. I watched him go, admiring the way the sun hit his pale skin, casting a golden glow over his slight frame. He was beautiful, and I hated that I had to let him walk away. I let out a sigh, running a hand through my hair. I needed to get back to the house, to get ready for my son's big day.