Slowly, my eyes opened, and I glanced at the clock on my nightstand. It was a quarter till seven in the morning, and I had slept peacefully through the night. Taking hold of my soft shaft, I rolled onto my back and stared at the ceiling.
My cock rapidly hardened as my mind drifted back to yesterday in Lars’s office. In some wild, fucked-up corner of my warped mind, that fantasy had laid buried for over a decade. Never had I imagined it would have come to fruition. I stroked my cock as I recalled how he took control of my mouth. No one had ever done that. He alluded to possibly more if I came over early today while Aunt Marlowe was out at the salon. I fantasized about being naked at the foot of his bed while he beckoned for me to satisfy his dark yearnings. I had plenty to do before going to Aunt Marlowe and Lars’s estate, so I wasted no time and jacked myself off with urgency.
Before I went to bed last night, I decided that I would drive down to Ann Arbor this morning and stop into the campus store to get Riley a University of Michigan sweatshirt that would fit him. I was almost sure that his mom didn't have a lot of funds lying around; they each had a room at Marlowe and Lars’s home. If it wasn’t enough that I attended the University of Michigan, this might help to subliminally burn into Riley’s head that Michigan wastheplace to attend.
I hung the garment bag over the hook in the backseat that contained my tux for tonight. Since I planned on going straight to Lars’s estate as soon as I returned to Grand Rapids, I made sure I had everything I needed for the party tonight.
The two-hour drive to Ann Arbor afforded me the time to conjure up possible scenarios between Lars and me. He enjoyed walks in the woods, and my mind ran wild with that. In the recesses of my head was a mental image of me fucking him, but I wasn’t sure if that was part of the arrangement. Since he mentioned that he’d own my ass, I didn’t think that me fucking him would fly.
Lars had every feature of the all-American middle-aged man that any woman who had a thing for older men would find attractive. He was very fit for his age, and even though he didn’t have an obvious six-pack of abs, you could definitely see the faint lines of their existence in the past. Lars was about my height with bright blue eyes and a captivating smile. His hair was much lighter than mine, with a mix of gray and dark brown. At sixty-five, he was still quite the catch and was the perfect man to scratch anyone’s need with daddy issues.
Proudly, I parked in the reserved parking lot for University of Michigan alumni. I rummaged in my glove box for the maize and blue hangtag, hung it over the rearview mirror, then briskly walked to the campus store. Being early fall, the campus was bustling with students trying to get from one side of the campus to the next in a short amount of time before their next class. I loved this campus, and Riley would too.
I quickly found a couple of sweatshirts and t-shirts for Riley and grabbed them in a medium size. I had no fucking clue what the size was of the sweatshirt he wore when I saw him Thursday, but it was nowhere near the correct one. As I was checking out, either side of the line had large blue metal barrels full of Michigan logo items. I glanced in each bin as I slowly passed them, and by the time I arrived at the counter to check out, I had Michigan spiral notebooks, pens, and a small plush Wolverine wearing a University of Michigan football jersey. There. I was grooming him, just as Lars had asked.
On my way back to Grand Rapids, I began to think about how many office blowjobs Lars may have received. Somehow, I didn’t think I was the first; however, I wanted to be the last. Aside from the people I caught flirting with me as possible cheaters, I wondered if that was how he had come up with names for the list too.
The other thing I thought about was just how kinky Lars could be. Yesterday in his office he had insinuated that what we did was something he had thought about for a long time. Aunt Marlowe termed my kinky side as “liking weird things.” She and Lars knew I had been into those things since college. But I wondered, did Lars think they were weird things too? Certainly, his behavior could be viewed as weird by my aunt.
I pulled onto the road that led to their home and glanced at all of the vehicles parked out front. All of the cars and vans had some sort of catering or party business logo on them. I hoped they would stay out of our way. The front door was wide open as caterers bustled in and out. I walked inside with my bag from the campus store and set it down between my feet while I hung up my jacket.
“Griffin.” I turned to see Lars walking down the hallway toward me.
“Hey,” I greeted, and put my coat in the closet before I turned to face him. I picked up the campus store bag so it wouldn’t topple over.
I couldn’t help but feel something very different when I looked at him now, and I thought he probably felt it too. In the back of my mind was him telling me that he loved me yesterday, and for some reason, that phrase made me feel different, but not in a fucked-up way. I’d been with a plethora of both women and men in the past, and not one of them had told me that they loved me.
“I hope your tux isn’t smashed in there,” Lars chided as he looked down at the bag in my hand and raised his eyebrow at me.
“No.” I chuckled at the mere thought of that. “My tux is in a garment bag in the car.” I held up the white plastic bag with the Michigan logo all over it. “I drove down to Ann Arbor this morning. I went to the campus store and got Riley some sweatshirts that would fit him. The one he had on the other day made him look like he was rummaging for things at a shelter.”
Lars laughed and told me that he was going to donate his Michigan sweatshirt because the sleeves had shrunk up on him. Audrey had asked him if he minded if she pulled it out and gave it to Riley.
“Well, I’m sure he will love what you got him. Why don’t you go put it in his room and then come meet me in my study?”
“Is he home?” I asked, purely to see if Riley might be in our way.
A broad smile spread across his face as he shook his head. Audrey and Riley had gone to the salon with Aunt Marlowe. My smile mirrored Lars’s while I went down the long hallway, around the corner, and then down another hallway to Riley’s room.
Riley’s door was closed, but I opened it and went in. For the most part, his room looked like most teenagers’ rooms probably did. He had a cluttered bulletin board above a desk strewn with notebook paper and pens. I grabbed a pen and a yellow sticky note and wrote on it “Aim high, Wolverine,” and signed my name. From the plastic bag, I pulled out the plush Wolverine mascot, leaned him against the bag, and put the note at the plush feet. When I returned Riley’s pen to his desk, a photo caught my eye at the base of the corkboard. Upon a closer glance, the photo was of me at my college graduation. Grooming this kid was going to be a walk in the park. I set the pen back in the white mug that bore the Michigan logo next to his other pens and pencils before I headed out of his room.
I hurried down the hall to Lars’s study. When I stepped inside, he stood from his chair and gestured for me to close the door as he walked out from behind his desk. His expression told me that he had been looking forward to this as much as I had been. I shut the heavy door and locked it for extra security. I turned around just as Lars reached me.
Firmly, he took hold of my jaw and grabbed a handful of my shirt just above the waistband of my jeans. His mouth on mine ignited every filthy urge and desire imaginable. My hands found their way to his waist and I grappled at his shirt to untuck it.
“Relax, Griffin. Slow down. All in good time,” he breathed into my mouth.
Despite our hard-ons pressing against each other through our pants, I nodded and took a deep breath. He reminded me that before we let our demons out to play, we had some business to take care of. I adjusted my cock over my pants as I followed Lars back to his desk.
From the top drawer of his antique desk, he pulled out the journal that had been passed down through my family. I stood beside him as he carefully thumbed through the delicate pages. When he found the page with Audrey Tucker’s information on it, he handed me the journal. I glanced over it, noticing that there were seven incidences between Audrey and the married gardener.
“Shit. She’s been busy getting it on,” I acknowledged.
“She has, for sure. I’ve managed to catch these occurrences, but I’m sure there have been more.”
I looked at Lars with a sly, devious look and teasingly asked, “Come on now, Lars, be honest—did you jack off while watching them?”
“Make no mistake about it, I enjoy watching people fuck just as much as the next man.”
