Young man at the wedding

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Young man at the Wedding -- Part 4

When I came up to mine and Danielle's guest room, I was still hard. I had wanted to fuck Nicholas, but to give him pleasure had also pleased me greatly. I leaned against the door, my cock aching, the image of Nicholas sweat-soaked body fresh in my mind. I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself before entering the room. The room was filled with the strong scent of Danielle's perfume. She was sitting at the vanity, brushing her long brown hair, wearing panties and a bra She looked up as I entered, her green eyes scanning me from head to toe.

"You look flushed, Colin. Did you play too hard with Thomas and Kelly?"

I shrugged, noncommittal.

"Just a bit of competitive spirit."

"You should take a shower, Colin. You're all sweaty."

"I will in a bit."

I walked over to the bed, sitting down on the edge. Danielle continued brushing her hair, her eyes meeting mine in the reflection.

"You know, Angela said the strangest thing at breakfast," she mused, her tone casual.

I didn't look up, my attention on the loose lace of my tennis shoes.

"Oh, yeah? What's that?"

"She said someone had sex in one of the empty rooms last night. Can you imagine?"

I looked up at that, my eyes meeting Danielle's in the mirror. She was watching me intently, a small smile playing on her lips. I couldn't tell if she was fishing for information or simply sharing a bit of gossip. I shrugged, keeping my voice casual.

"That's strange. Must have been one of the guests who got a little too frisky."

"Still, it's disgusting. There were... traces left."

I cursed myself for not being more careful. Still, she seemed to treat it as a curious anecdote rather than a reason for suspicion. I felt a wave of relief wash over me as I stood up and walked towards the bathroom.

"I'm going to take that shower now," I said, "You going to be long?"

Danielle looked at me through the mirror, her expression unreadable.

"I don't know," she said, picking up a curl of her hair and inspecting it. "I've been thinking about making some changes to my hair. What do you think?"

"It looks fine, honey," I replied.

I stepped into the bathroom and closed the door, leaning against it for a moment. I could hear Danielle humming to herself as she continued to brush her hair. I was still hard, and hoped she hadn't noticed. I needed to calm down, to get rid of this ache that wouldn't go away. I turned on the shower, the water pounding against the tiles as I stepped under the hot spray. My cock was throbbing, aching for release. I gripped myself, and closed my eyes, the image of Nicholas sweaty body filled my mind. His ass, his smooth, hairless skin, his plush lips. Fuck, he was gorgeous. I stroked myself slowly, my fist tight around my cock, the water cascading down my body. But it wouldn't do. I needed to focus. I opened my eyes, took a deep breath, and let my hand fall to my side. I turned the water temperature down, which helped to cool my desire, slowly bringing my body back under control.

I turned off the shower and stepped out, wrapping a towel around my waist. When I opened the bathroom door, Danielle was still at the vanity, her hair now in a neat bun. She looked up and noticed my towel. Her eyes widened slightly when she saw my naked hairy chest. I smiled at her, trying to act nonchalant.

"You look like you're ready to go," I said, as I walked towards the wardrobe to get my clothes.

"Yes, I am," she replied, her voice slightly breathless. "I've been trying to get everything organized before the wedding starts."

I turned around and leaned against the wardrobe, my towel still wrapped around my waist. I could see her reflection in the mirror as she stood up and walked towards me. Her eyes were on my chest, her cheeks still flushed from her earlier words about the empty room.

"Colin," she said, her voice soft. "I've been feeling...a bit lonely."

She was coming towards me, her eyes meeting mine in the mirror. I could feel the tension in the air, the unspoken words hanging between us. I knew what was coming next, but I couldn't bring myself to stop her.

"I miss you, Colin," she continued, her voice barely above a whisper. "I miss us."

She reached out, her hand resting on my chest, her fingers tracing the line of hair that disappeared into the towel. I could feel my heart rate picking up, my body responding despite my mind's protest. It was another hand I was thinking about, another body I wanted. I took a deep breath, trying to calm down, to think of a way to defuse the situation.

"I know, baby. I will make it up to you. But I got to get dressed too."

"Promise?"

I could see Danielle's shoulders slump slightly, her hand falling away from my chest. She turned back to the vanity, picking up her hairbrush and running it through her hair absentmindedly.

"Yes, of course," she replied softly, avoiding my gaze in the mirror. "We have our son's wedding to attend."

I started to dress, hoping she would get off the topic of our non-existent sex life. Danielle's disappointed sigh filled the room, but she said nothing more. I slipped into my shirt, tucking it into my dress pants. I ran a hand through my damp hair, trying to smooth it down.

"Why don't we take a little stroll in the gardens before the ceremony begins?" I suggested, trying to change the subject. "I'm sure the wedding planners have done an excellent job decorating the place."

Danielle nodded, standing up from the vanity.

"I suppose that would be nice," she agreed, picking up her clutch from the bedside table.

I offered her my arm, and she accepted it silently. As we walked out of the guest room, I could feel the tension between us, like an invisible barrier. It was suffocating, and I found myself eager to escape it. We made our way down the grand staircase, the sound of our footsteps muffled by the thick carpet. The hall was bustling with activity, as staff rushed back and forth, finalizing the wedding preparations. We slipped out through a side door, stepping into the cool shade of the garden.

The Granger estate was stunning, with its manicured lawns, vibrant flower beds, and towering hedges. The tent where the wedding would take place was adorned with streamers and flowers. The sun filtered through the leaves, casting dappled shadows on the path. Danielle walked beside me, her hand resting lightly on my arm. She seemed quiet, lost in her thoughts. I wondered if she was still dwelling on her earlier comment about feeling lonely. I wanted to reassure her, to tell her that everything would be okay, but the words stuck in my throat. I knew they wouldn't be. From a distance, we saw Angela approaching. She was dressed in an elegant off-white dress, her hair elegantly coiffed. She carried a clipboard in one hand and a walkie-talkie in the other, barking orders into it as she strode towards us.

"Ah, Colin, Danielle, there you are," she said, her eyes scanning us. "We need to get ready for the ceremony."

"We were just taking a stroll," Danielle said, a hint of defensiveness in her voice.

Angela waved her hand dismissively.

"Of course, of course. Just wanted to make sure everything is set for the ceremony. We couldn't have the groom's parents late, now could we?"

She flashed a cold smile. I wondered what she would say if she knew that I had fucked her youngest son senseless last night . But she simply nodded, her gaze flicking to her clipboard.

"Well, don't just stand there. The ceremony is about to start, and we need to be seated."

She began to walk away, her heels clicking sharply on the cobblestones. Danielle and I exchanged an amused look, shaking our heads at Angela's curt manner. We made our way towards the tent, the sound of the string quartet playing a gentle melody filling the air. We found our seats in the front row.

I looked across the aisle and spotted Nicholas. He was wearing a suit, but he looked uncomfortable, his shoulders hunched and his hands fidgeting with the cufflinks. His eyes met mine for a moment, then quickly darted away. I knew that look; the memory of this morning still fresh in my mind. I suppressed a smirk, turning my attention back to the priest and the ceremony.

The words blurred together, a steady hum of tradition and commitment that seemed to go on forever. I found myself zoning out, my mind wandering as the priest droned on. My eyes drifted back to Nicholas, who was fidgeting with his cufflinks again. I remembered the feel of those wrists in my hands, the soft skin and the faint pulse beating beneath. I felt a stirring of desire, a tightening in my groin that I quickly squashed. This was neither the time nor the place. I looked at Thomas, my son, so grown up now. He was standing next to Kelly, his bride-to-be. He looked so happy, so eager to start this new life together. I wanted to be happy for him, but I felt a pang of jealousy. He was so in love, so committed, and here I was, lusting after his soon-to-be brother-in-law in the middle of his wedding.

He deserved me to be present here and now, and I was, physically, but my mind was elsewhere, consumed by forbidden thoughts. I shook my head, trying to clear it. I needed to focus, to be present. I watched as Thomas and Kelly exchanged their vows.

"You are the only one who has ever made me feel like this," Thomas said. "I must be the luckiest guy."

Even though I didn't care for Kelly, this was their day. I glanced at Nicholas again. This morning had only been an appetizer. My craving was much bigger, so big it almost scared me. As Kelly and Thomas exchanged rings, Danielle pulled out a handkerchief and dabbed at the corner of her eye. I could smell her perfume, a heavy, cloying scent that made my stomach churn. The ceremony was long, but eventually, it was over. The guests erupted into applause as Thomas dipped Kelly for a passionate kiss.

"Congratulations, son ," I said in his ear as he pulled away, a wide grin on his face.

He clapped me on the shoulder, his eyes shining with happiness.

"Thanks, Dad. We did it."

I smiled, genuine pride swelling in my chest.

"You sure did, son. You sure did."

I patted him on the back, stepping away to allow the other guests to offer their congratulations.

I really needed a drink, something strong to take the edge off. The reception was in full swing, the air filled with the clinking of glasses, the hum of conversation, and the soft strains of a string quartet. I made my way to the bar, ordering a scotch on the rocks. I downed it in one swift gulp, the liquid fire burning its way down my throat. I ordered another, leaning against the bar and scanning the crowd. My eyes immediately found Nicholas, standing awkwardly on the fringes of the dance floor, a glass of champagne in his hand. He looked uncomfortable, his eyes darting around nervously. It was thrilling, watching him in secret as he left the party and headed towards the gardens. I looked around for Danielle , but she was lost in conversation with Angela, their heads bent close together. I figured I had enough time to slip away without her noticing. I waited a few moments, then made my excuses and followed Nicholas out into the cool night air.

The gardens were bathed in in afternoon light, the flowers glowing softly in the gloaming. I could hear the faint sound of music and laughter from the reception, but here, it was quiet and still. I rounded a hedge and spotted Nicholas, standing alone by the fountain. He looked lost in thought, his champagne glass held loosely in his hand. I approached slowly; my footsteps muffled by the grass.

Nicholas didn't notice me at first, his gaze fixed on the bubbling water of the fountain. I stopped a few feet behind him, close enough to hear the soft sigh of his breath, the faint rustle of his clothes. I could see the tension in his shoulders, the way he held himself stiffly, as if bracing himself for something. He looked so out of place, so different from the other confident, self-assured members of his family. It made me want to protect him, to console him, to...fuck him. Fuck him until he can't take it anymore. I wanted to push him, to see how far he could go. I stepped closer, my body pressing against his back, my breath hot on his neck. Nicholas jumped, the champagne glass slipping from his hand and shattering on the ground. He spun around to face me, his eyes wide with surprise and fear.

"Colin," he whispered. "What are you doing?"

I grinned, my hands going to his chest, my fingers curling into the fabric of his suit jacket.

"You just looked... lonely."

"I... I wanted to get away."

"Get away from what?" I demanded, my voice low and insistent.

"From everything."

I leaned in, my eyes locked on his, and kissed him. It was a soft, gentle kiss, my lips brushing against his, a question and a promise all at once. He was frozen for a moment. I deepened the kiss, my lips moving against his, my tongue tracing the seam of his lips, urging him to open up to me. He did, his tongue tentatively meeting mine, tasting of champagne. I groaned softly, my hands moving from his chest to his hips, pulling him closer to me, our bodies pressing together. Nicholas's hands, initially still at his sides, started to move, tentatively at first, then with more confidences. He pulled me closer, mirroring my movements, his mouth opening wider, his tongue tangling with mine. His hands moved to my chest, his fingers tracing the outline of my muscles through the fabric of my suit.

"We need to find somewhere more secluded", I murmured against his lips.

He nodded, his breath coming in short gasps, his eyes wide with lust. He took my hand and led me away from the fountain, his steps quick and determined. We made our way through the maze of hedges and flowers, until we found a hidden alcove, tucked away behind a thick hedge. The dusk was setting in, the light dimming but enough for us to see each other clearly. Nicholas turned to face me, his eyes searching mine, his breath coming in shallow puffs. I reached up, cupping his face, my thumb brushing against his soft, plush lips.

"I've been thinking about you all day , Nicholas," I growled, my voice low and full of need. "About how sweet you tasted; how tight your ass was around my tongue this morning."

Nicholas let out a soft whimper, his chest rising and falling rapidly. I could see the outline of his hard cock pressing against his trousers, and it made me ache with the need to be inside him.

"Colin," he breathed. "We can't. Not here. Someone might see us."

I grinned, my hands removing his jacket and spreading it on the ground.

"Well, Nicholas, let's make sure they don't."

I pushed him gently down onto the jacket, his ass landing on the soft fabric. I followed him down to my knees, my hands going to the buttons of his shirt. I popped open the first one, then the next, my fingers tracing the line of his chest as I exposed more and more of his smooth skin.

"What if..."

"Sch. Let me see you," I whispered, my fingers brushing against the soft, downy hairs on his chest.

I could see the faint outline of his pectoral muscles, not yet fully developed, but still firm and strong. I traced the line of his collarbone, my fingertips lingering on the slight indentation where it met his neck. His nipples were small and pink, hardening under my touch. I circled them with my thumb, feeling them tighten even more. Nicholas let out a soft gasp, his back arching slightly as I gently pinched one, then the other. I leaned in, my breath hot on his chest as I licked and sucked on his nipples, first one, then the other. Nicholas's hands found their way into my hair, his fingers clutching at the strands as he pulled me closer. I could feel his cock, hard and desperate, pressing against my thigh. I broke away from his nipples, my hands moving to the waistband of his trousers. I looked up, my eyes meeting his as I began to unbuckle his belt. Nicholas bit his lip, his eyes wide and uncertain. I grinned, my hands pausing their task.

"Relax, son. I just want to see you. All of you."

He took a deep breath, his eyes closing briefly before opening again, this time with a hint of determination. I finished unbuckling his belt, then unzipped his trousers. I pushed them down, along with his briefs, until they were bunched up around his ankles. Nicholas spread his legs slightly, his cock standing proudly in the open, glistening in the dim dusk light. I ran a hand up his thigh, feeling the smooth, hairless skin, the firm muscle beneath. I traced the path of a vein, feeling it pulse under my touch. I leaned in, my lips brushing against the soft skin of his inner thigh. Nicholas shivered, his breath coming in ragged gasps. I could smell him now, the musky scent of his arousal filling my nostrils.

I removed my suit jacket and undid my shirt buttons, letting the cool air hit my skin. I was already hard, my cock straining against my trousers. Nicholas hands went to my shirt, pulling it over my shoulders, his fingers brushing against my chest, his touch igniting sparks of pleasure. I helped him, pulling my shirt off and tossing it aside. Nicholas eyes widened as he saw my chest, his gaze lingering on the dark hair and the defined muscles. He reached out, his fingers tracing the line of hair that disappeared into my trousers. I groaned, my cock aching for his touch.

Nicholas seemed to sense my need, his fingers tracing the line of hair down to the waistband of my trousers. He hesitated for a moment, his eyes meeting mine, before unbuckling my belt and slowly lowering my zipper. I shuddered at the touch of his hand on my cock through the thin fabric of my briefs. He stroked me gently, his eyes locked on mine, before dipping his hand inside my briefs and wrapping his warm, soft fingers around my shaft. I let out a low, throaty growl, my hips bucking slightly at his touch.

"That's right, son. Stroke me," I murmured.

Nicholas squeezed my cock lightly, a tentative exploration, before sliding his hand up and down the length of me. I closed my eyes, my head falling back against the hedge, my breath coming in ragged gasps.

"Fuck, Nicholas," I groaned. "That feels so good."

He increased his pace, his grip tightening slightly, his breath coming in short, nervous gasps. I reached down, my hand covering his, guiding him in a firm, steady rhythm.

"Like this," I growled. "Just like that."

The feeling of Nicholas hand on my cock was exquisite, but I wanted more. I pushed him down, so that he was on his back in the grass, his jacket beneath him. I reached for his cock, wrapping my hand around his shaft, and began to stroke him in earnest. I leaned over him, my chest brushing against his, our bodies pressed tightly together. I watched his face as I pleasured him , wanting to savor every moment of his reactions. His eyes were squeezed shut; his mouth open in a silent O of pleasure. With my other hand, I started to play with his hairless balls, laying tight against his body . Nicholas let out a moan, his hips moving in time with my hand. His skin was flushed, his body trembling with desire. I wanted him to feel every inch of me, to know who was pleasuring him.

"Look at me, Nicholas," I demanded, my voice hoarse with lust.

His eyes opened, locked onto mine. With a smirk, I left his balls and reached for his ass, tracing the crack with my index finger. I watched his face, saw the mixture of fear and excitement in his eyes. I pressed gently, applying more pressure, and felt him relax slightly. I grinned, victory surging through me. I was in control, and I loved it.

"Relax, Nicholas," I whispered, my voice low and soothing. "I want to make you feel good."

I circled his hole again, my finger damp from his precum. He was slick, ready for me. I pushed again, feeling the resistance, but this time, he relaxed enough for me to breach him slightly. He gasped, his eyes wide and dark. I held his gaze as I pushed my finger deeper, feeling the tight heat of him. Nicholas's fingers, as if of their own accord, traced the lines of my abs, exploring the hard ridges and valleys of my muscles. I leaned in closer, our bodies pressed together, my finger now buried deep inside him.

"That's it, Nicholas," I murmured, my voice a low growl. "Touch me."

His fingers continued their exploration, tracing the lines of my body as if they were a map, each touch a discovery. His skin was pale, almost translucent in the fading light. I could see every contour, every curve, every line of his smooth body. He was not yet a man, but he was no longer a boy. He was in that delicious in-between place, all soft skin and hard muscle, all innocence and need. I slid another finger inside him, feeling the resistance give way. He gasped, his body tensing as I pushed deeper.

"Yes, baby," I whispered, my voice thick with lust. "That's it."

I began to move my fingers in and out of him, stretching him, preparing him for what was to come. Nicholas's breath came in short gasps, his hips moving with the rhythm of my hand. I could feel him opening up to me like a flower.

"Turn around, Nicholas."

He hesitated for a moment; his eyes wide with apprehension. I grinned, my fingers still inside him.

"Don't worry, baby. I'll be gentle. But I need to fuck you. Now, turn around."

Nicholas bit his lip, his eyes searching mine for a moment before he nodded and rolled onto his stomach. I withdrew my fingers, leaving him feeling empty and aching. I watched as he positioned himself, his knees bent slightly, his ass raised in the air. He was a fucking vision, pale and smooth, his body trembling slightly with anticipation. I spat into my hand, using it to slick up my cock. I was already hard as a rock, my cock throbbing with the need to be inside him. I gripped my shaft, stroking it slowly, feeling the head leak pre-cum. Nicholas looked over his shoulder, his eyes locked onto mine, his chest rising and falling rapidly. I moved closer, my knees pressing against the soft grass, my hand still wrapped around my cock. I stroked it again, this time with more force. His dress pants were still around his ankles, leaving his smooth, hairless ass exposed and vulnerable. The sight of it made my cock pulse with need. I hovered above him, leaning on my hands.

I looked down at him, at his pale skin, the smooth curve of his back, the perfect roundness of his ass. I couldn't wait to sink into him, to feel him tighten around me.

"You look so fucking good like this, Nicholas," I growled, my voice low and thick with desire. "So fucking perfect."

I positioned myself between his legs, my cock brushing against his ass crack. I spat on my cock again, using my hand to slick up my length, my fingers wrapping around the base to guide me.

"Ready, baby?" I asked, my voice a low growl.

Nicholas nodded, as he gripped the jacket beneath him. I lined myself up, my cockhead pressing against his entrance. I paused for a moment, looking down at where we were joined, at the sight of my dark, thick cock against his pale, smooth ass. The sight was obscene, filthy, and entirely fucking perfect. I gripped myself, guiding the head of my cock to his entrance, feeling the resistance as I pushed slightly.

"Shh, Nicholas," I murmured, soothing him as I rubbed the head of my cock against his tight hole. "You're going to take all of me, understand? Every fucking inch."

I glanced down, watching as my cockhead spread his tight hole, the resistance slowly giving way. Nicholas whimpered, his back arching slightly as I began to push into him. I could feel the heat of him, the tightness, and it was fucking glorious. I gritted my teeth, my body trembling with the effort of holding back. His slender frame beneath me shuddered as I pushed further, my cock spreading him even wider.

"Fuck, Nicholas," I growled, my voice thick with lust and frustration. "You're so fucking tight."

I wrapped one hand around his hip, my fingers digging into his smooth skin, trying to pull him up against me, forcing my cock deeper into his body. Nicholas cried out, his back arching as he tried to escape the intrusion. I could feel his body resisting, his muscles clenching around me, but I was relentless. I needed this, needed him. I needed to feel him give in, to yield to me completely.

"Colin, please," Nicholas begged, his voice trembling. "It hurts."

I ignored his plea, my body moving instinctively, my cock sliding deeper into him. I could feel the gradual surrender, his body relaxing, his muscles loosening. My body covered him completely, my chest pressed against his back, my arms wrapping around his waist. My cock was buried deep inside him now, filling him to the hilt. I could feel the heat, the tightness, the resistance giving way to acceptance.

"That's it, baby," I whispered, my voice a low, soothing rumble. "You're doing so good."

He was pressed down in the grass, his face buried in the jacket, his body shaking with each breath. I could feel his heart racing, his body tight around my cock. I stayed still for a moment, giving him time to adjust, to feel me filling him. But then, the need to move, to fuck, to claim him as mine overrode any patience I had left. I gripped his hips harder, my fingers digging into his smooth, plush skin, and I began to move. I pulled out slowly, feeling every inch of his tight, hot body grip my cock, before slamming back into him. Nicholas cried out, his body tensing, his back arching as he tried to escape the rough assault. But I held him firm, my body pinning him down, my cock pounding into him, claiming him with every hard thrust.

"Fuck, Nicholas," I growled, my voice thick dominance. "Take it, baby."

"Oh, God..."

Nicholas's voice was choked, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. He tried to push back against me, to meet my thrusts, but my grip on his hips was unyielding. I was in control, my cock fucking him with a force that brooked no resistance. I could feel his body shaking, his muscles clenching around me, trying to accommodate the brutal intrusion.

"That's it, Nicholas," I grunted. "Take my cock, baby. Feel how deep I am inside you."

I leaned over him, my chest pressing against his back, my lips brushing against his ear. The sun had set completely now, and the darkness around us was thick and heavy. It felt like we were the only two people in the world.

"You feel so fucking good, Nicholas," I growled. "Your body is mine, understand? Every inch of you belongs to me."

"Yes... Oh, my fucking god."

I grabbed his round ass cheeks, pulled them apart so I could see my cock in his ass. It was all the way in, disappearing into his tight hole. The sight of it, slick with my spit, was fucking unbelievable. I slapped his ass, leaving a red mark on his smooth, white skin. Nicholas cried out, his back arching, his ass clenching hard around my cock.

"Fuck, Nicholas," I said. "You're so fucking good at taking my cock, aren't you?"

He whimpered, his body shaking as I started to move again, my hips slamming into him with brutish force. I reached around his face as my rhythm intensified, I traced those beautiful and sexy lips before sliding two fingers in his mouth. I felt Nicholas tongue licking them. He sucked on them as I continued to pummel his ass. The sensation of my fingers in his mouth, his tongue swirling around them, mimicking the fucking he was receiving, was almost too much. I groaned, my cock throbbing in his tight, hot hole. I could feel the pressure building, the need to come boiling over.

"Nicholas," I panted. "I'm close."

He mumbled something around my fingers, his body shaking with each thrust. At that moment we heard Angela's voice.

"Is anyone there?"

Angela called, her voice cutting through the night air like a knife. I froze, my cock still buried deep inside Nicholas, my fingers still in his mouth. Fuck. We were so close to coming, and now this. I quickly slipped my fingers out of Nicholas's mouth, instead covering it, so that no sound would escape. His eyes widened in panic, but I held his face tightly, my body still and silent, my cock throbbing inside his ass.

"Who's there?" Angela's voice came again, this time closer.

Nicholas's body tensed beneath me, his breath coming in short, shallow gasps. He was shaking, his eyes locked onto mine, pleading for me to do something. I pressed my lips to his ear, my voice a low, urgent whisper.

"Don't move. She can't see us here."

Angela's footsteps came closer, the sound of her heels crunching on the gravel sending a jolt of fear through me. My body was on high alert, my cock aching with the need to come. Angela called out again, her voice loud and clear.

"Hello?"

I couldn't help myself, but started fucking Nicholas again slowly, carefully, my body moving in short, shallow thrusts, my cock sliding in and out of him inch by inch. I bit my lip to hold back a groan as Nicholas's ass tightened around my cock, his body responding to the renewed invasion. Nicholas body shook as he tried to stay still, to stay silent. He was biting my fingers hard, not making a sound. Then, as suddenly as she had appeared, Angela's footsteps faded, receding back into the distance. She was leaving. Nicholas's body relaxed a little, his grip on my fingers loosening. I waited a heartbeat more, just to be sure, before I pulled my fingers out of his mouth.

"She's gone, baby," I whispered.

"You're insane, man."

I responded by pulling him up on all fours. This new position was primal, raw. I wasn't in control anymore. The only thing I felt was my cock deep inside the boy. I heard the noises the Nicholas made, and they turned me on even more. I needed his mouth; I turned his beautiful face towards me. I could see the sweat on his face. I kissed him again, sucking on his tongue at the same time I was now pummeling him. The near discovery had only heightened the pleasure. I grabbed his leaking cock, stroking it hard and fast, matching the pace of my cock fucking his ass. Nicholas was moaning, his body shaking with each thrust, his mouth opening and closing soundlessly.

"Fuck, Nicholas," I growled. "You're so fucking close, aren't you? Feel my cock, baby? Feel how deep it is? Feel how it's filling you up?"

Nicholas nodded, his body tensing as I hit that spot deep inside him. I leaned and licked his neck and his earlobe, in a fucking frenzy I did not know I had in me. He whimpered, unable to take it anymore. His head went from side to side, his legs were shaking, and his ass was clenching and unclenching around my cock. I fucking loved it. It was the most incredible sight I've ever seen. I felt my balls tightening, my cock swelling even more inside his tight hole. I couldn't hold back anymore.

"Fuck, Nicholas," I groaned, my voice thick with need. "I'm gonna come, baby. I'm gonna fill your tight little ass with my cum."

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Nicholas growled.

His voice was a desperate plea as he pushed his ass back against my cock, seeking more friction. I could feel him shiver as he fought the growing pressure inside him. He was so close, so fucking close, and it was driving me wild. The night air in the park, the distant sound of the party, none of it mattered. I wanted him to cum. I wanted it now. With a low whining noise. he was begging me to fuck him harder, to give him that sweet release. I was going to do just that. I reached around and grabbed a handful of his hair, pulling his head back and forcing him to look at me.

"You want to cum, baby?" I growled.

He nodded frantically, his chest heaving, his eyes wild with lust. I gave him a cruel smile, tightening my grip on his hair.

"Then take it, baby. Cum for me."

Nicholas's body convulsed as he let go, his orgasm ripping through him. He cried out, his voice raw and desperate, his body shuddering as ropes of cum shot out of his cock, landing on the jacket beneath him. The sight and feel of him coming undone sent me over the edge. I threw my head back, my hips slamming into him with brutal, relentless force. Every muscle in my body tensed as I unleashed every ounce of pent-up desire into him. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me, each one more intense than the last. I could feel my cock pulsing inside him, my balls tightening as they emptied into his ass.

"Fuck, Nicholas," I roared.

I held him there, my cock buried deep inside him, as the last waves of pleasure washed over me. I felt like I was floating, like nothing could touch me. I was invincible, unstoppable. And then, gradually, I came back to myself. I withdrew my cock from his ass, hearing him whimper at the absence. I collapsed back onto the grass, my body slick with sweat, my breath coming in ragged gasps.

"Fuck, that was... Fuck." I couldn't even find the words to describe it.

Nicholas turned around, his body trembling.

He looked like he was about to collapse, but his eyes were wild and alive. I pulled him close, wrapping my arms around him. His body was slick with sweat, his heart pounding against mine.

"You okay, baby?" I murmured, stroking his hair.

He nodded, but his breath was still coming in short, sharp gasps. I held him until he calmed down, his body relaxing against mine.

"I can't believe we just did that, " he murmured.

I lay there, spent and happy. But I knew the moment could not last. We had to go back to the party, to my son's wedding . We had to face our families, our responsibilities. We had to pretend that this didn't happen.

"We should get back," I said, hating the words as they left my mouth.

Nicholas nodded, sitting up and reaching for his pants. He pulled them up, then his shirt, his movements slow and tired. I watched him as he was trying to wipe the cum from his jacket.

"Nothing that a little dry cleaning won't fix", I said, trying to keep my voice light.

I stood up, brushing off the grass and dirt from my suit. I couldn't help but feel a twinge of sadness at the thought of going back to the party, back to reality.

"I'll go first," I said. "You stay here for a few minutes."

Nicholas nodded; his eyes cast downwards. I could see the shame and guilt flickering in his eyes, and it made me feel like a monster. As I walked back to the house, I spotted Danielle standing by the French doors, her eyes scanning the garden. She waved at me, and I forced a smile, trying to ignore the weight in my stomach.

"There you are," she said as I approached. "I was starting to wonder where you'd gotten to."

"Just needed some fresh air," I lied, trying to keep my voice steady.

"Thomas and Kelly are about to leave. We should say goodbye before they go."

I forced a smile, trying to push away the memory of what had just happened in the garden.

"Of course," I said, taking her hand and leading her back into the house.

The party was in full swing, the house filled with the sounds of laughter and music. We weaved through the crowd, looking for Thomas and Kelly. We found them in the living room, surrounded by friends and family. Thomas looked handsome in his tuxedo; his dark hair neatly combed back. Kelly was radiant in her wedding dress, her blond hair swept up in an elegant bun. They were about to go on their honeymoon to Guadeloupe , and the excitement was palpable in the room. Danielle and I joined the small group gathered around them, and I felt a pang of emotion as I looked at my son. He was all grown up, standing there with his bride-to-be, ready to start a new chapter of his life. I looked over at Danielle, saw the pride in her eyes as she watched Thomas. I wished I could feel that same pride, that same love I once had for her. But it was gone, replaced by this gnawing emptiness, this void that I was trying so desperately to fill. But it was my life, and I was not ready to give it up. I saw Nicholas sneak into the room, but avoided his lingering gaze as I said my goodbyes to the newlyweds.

"I think I'm ready for bed. Are you coming, Colin?" Danielle said.

I nodded.

"Yes, I'm ready. Let's go."

I could see the happiness in my son's eyes, the excitement and anticipation for their new life together. I envied them, in a way. They had something I didn't. Something real, something genuine. As we walked away from the group, I felt Danielle's hand slip into mine. I looked down at our entwined fingers, then at Nicholas as he slinked away, his eyes avoiding mine. I found it difficult to breathe, but it was the right choice. I had to believe that. We walked up the staircase, the moments with Nicholas seeming more and more dreamlike.

"This was a wonderful day, wasn't it?" Danielle said as we entered our room.

"It sure was," I said as I closed the door behind us.

It felt like an ending and not a beginning. Somewhere in my mind I knew that something had shifted in me, but I tried to deny it. It was just a fuck, no matter how great. This was real - my career, my wife, my reputation. I smiled at Danielle as we got into bed. I could make this work. I had to.