Ihad been sitting in one of the conversation chairs across from Lars, sipping on a glass of scotch, when he motioned toward the open door to his office. Moments later, I heard three car doors shut and then the voices of Aunt Marlowe and Audrey filled the entryway. They were home. I took another long sip and set the glass down on the wooden coaster just as Riley breezed by the door.
“Riley,” Lars hollered out.
The rubber soles of Riley’s sneakers squeaked to an abrupt stop before he took a few steps backward to the doorway of the study. The fourteen-year-old stood awkwardly, looking in, but as soon as he saw me, he stood up straighter, and his eyes darted around.
“Yes?” Riley asked.
“I just wanted to see your haircut,” Lars explained.
“Oh…” Riley’s cheeks flushed. He smiled and turned around to show off his haircut.
“That’s a fine-looking haircut, Riley,” Lars complimented him. “Wouldn’t you say so, Griffin?”
It didn’t escape my notice that Riley’s hair was styled exactly as I styled mine. In fact, his hair looked just like mine, only a lighter shade of brown.
“I think you’re looking sharp, Wolverine. We’re going to have to keep the ladies away from you at the party,” I lightly teased.
Riley’s smile broadened, and he looked down sheepishly. As soon as he left the room, Lars looked over at me.
“I need you to groom him, Griffin.”
“I know. I said I would. I don’t think he’s going to be difficult,” I said quietly.
Lars laughed heartily and told me that Riley was stubborn. As we talked, the rubber-soled sneakers came screeching down the hallway, around the corner, then appeared in the doorway to the study. Riley had a look of surprise on his face and held the plastic bag up.
“Thank you, Griffin!” Riley said with a smile.
“I hope it fits you,” I said.
“Try it on, Riley,” Lars encouraged.
Riley glanced down the hallway and stepped into the study. He set the bag on the floor and took out a blue pullover sweatshirt with a large maize M on the front. Riley made no considerations for his hair and tugged the sweatshirt down over his head. Static from the sweatshirt made his hair stick up and out in all directions. He smiled when he held his arms out in front of him, showing us that the shirt was the perfect length for him. He quickly went through the bag and tried the clothes on. He was genuinely appreciative, and that made me feel good.
“Well, Wolverine, I’d say everything fits you perfectly,” I commented and reached for my glass again.
“Thank you,” he responded.
I nodded and told him that he was welcome, and he left the room with his new Michigan things, leaving me alone again with Lars. After a few silent minutes, Lars gazed at me and asked me if I was up for a walk. I felt my cock start to stiffen, and I hoped we might fuck while out on the walk. I smiled and told him that I could hardly wait.
The look in his eyes told me there was a silent promise of fun to come. Before we left his study, he pocketed the container of lube from the top drawer of his desk. On our way outside, we stopped to talk briefly to my aunt. Normally, I was somewhat patient, but not today. I eagerly wanted something that I had never had before. I’d tasted the forbidden fruit, and now I wanted to devour it.
As we walked, Lars reminded me about a few possible cheaters for me to keep my eye on tonight at the party. There were a few names that he was on the fence about and reminded me, again, not to pursue but to let them come to me. We had been walking for quite a way before he finally stopped. I walked a few more feet ahead of him, then stopped and turned to face him.
Lars subtly dragged his tongue along his bottom lip and gave me an upward nod. He undid his pants and quietly murmured for me to take my pants off, then to get on my hands and knees. My morals were nowhere in sight, and I didn’t give it a passing thought. I wanted to experience this and quickly did as he had told me.
Adrenaline raced through my system as I looked over my shoulder just in time to see him lubing his hard-on as he approached me. He went down to his knees and slapped his erection on my ass cheeks.
“We need to be quick, Griffin.”
“Just fuck me,” I whispered over my shoulder to him.
“Hearing you say that is music to my ears,” he said as the head of his cock breached my ass.
I groaned as he pushed his length deeper into me. He moved at a steady pace and didn’t stop until I felt his coarse pubes nestled against my ass cheeks. I’d taken some large butt plugs in my life, but the feeling of an actual cock in my ass was something on a whole new level. While he fucked me, I was pretty much lost in the feeling of intense pleasure. Even as he grunted out his release and thrust his cum into me, all I could think about was that he had been absolutely right in his office—he owned my ass.
He gave my ass a spank and asked if I was all right. I nodded and panted out that I was more than all right. After he pulled out and stood, he offered me a hand to help me off the ground. As soon as I stood, I gave my cock a few quick strokes. The two of us froze when we heard what sounded like a branch snapping somewhere not too far away. Lars gestured for me to get my pants on as he quickly tucked himself away.
“Come on, we should get back,” he whispered.
