Jamal's POV
Every time I closed my eyes to sleep Elliot dominated my dreams. It was almost the same reoccurring dream I had about him. In my dream, I was in a room with Someone and the person was wearing one of those white fluffy bathrobes with their back turned to me. I immediately recognized Elliot by his full blond locks and call out his name.
At first, he ignored me and then slowly let the bathrobe slip off his delicate shoulders pass his ass and down to the floor. Pale soft skin came to display. He turned around for me to see him in all his naked glory. His round rosy nipples were erect, begging to be pulled and twitched. His small boyish frame looked lean with all the right muscles at the right places. The urge to roam my hands all over his body and watch him squirm and beg for more overcame me. His cock slowly started to lengthen to its full mast, demanding to be sucked dry of all the cum in his balls.
"I've been waiting for you, Daddy. I've been a very, very bad boy since you left for work." He innocently confessed to me whiles trapping his bottom lip with his teeth.
Elliot walked seductively, swaying his hips from side to side to my bed and laid down so that I had him in my full view. His legs spread widely before me whilst I watched him transfix. My cock throbbed from watching him roam his own hands all over his body sensually. His moans rang through my ears, sounding like a beautiful music. His hand moved between his legs and he took his dick in his hand, rubbing and masturbating it. My own prick swelled and leaked profusely at Elliot's wanton behaviour.
He continued his seduction by lifting his legs in the air towards his chest, almost bending himself in half. Both his hands wandered to his ass cheeks, spreading them apart to show me his tiny pink hole which was winking at me. One hand moved to his cherry lips, I watched hypnotize as he sucked on them excitedly, coating his fingers with enough saliva and then moving his wet finger back to his rosy rosebud to enter himself. He played with the rim of his hole, moaning his delight and encircling it rapidly. Then he harshly entered a finger in his puckered hole, looking at me with lust filled hooded eyes.
"Fuuuucck!" I groaned and his eyes rolled back into his head as a pleasure reflex. "Just like that, baby boy. Abuse your pussy for me!" I urged him on, and he obliged by fingering himself harder and quicker, his finger moving in a blur in and out of his hole. I heard him sob at the unbearable bliss mixed with pain he was giving himself. Later he spread his cheeks again for me to see how his hole gaped wide and then closed back to its tiny form.
"I'm all ready for you, Daddy! ..... Punish me for being such a bad boy and fuck me hard!" He pleaded bitterly. I adhered to his pleas and walked over to him on the bed. As soon as I bent down, spit at least three times on his hole and ready to enter him, I woke up from my sex dream with a throbbing and leaking cock!....... How fucking rude and cruel!
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"I'll call you tomorrow, Elli." It was the last thing I said to Elliot after kissing his cheeks tenderly before we went our separate ways. That was three weeks ago, and I didn't honour my promise to him. Work was so demanding, yet I knew that alone couldn't be the reason. We all had twenty-four hours in a day and if you were a priority to someone, they would make time for you. Elliot was 'somewhat' of a priority to me, but I forced myself to forget him which turned out to be impossible and a disaster.
At the age of just 28, I have been able to accomplish a lot and was at the peak of my career, so I wasn't ready to settle down. My job was stressful, so instead of doing drugs like others did, my stress reliver was fucking whoever and wherever I wanted. I mean Elliot didn't strike me as one of those people who will be annoying and demanding when dating him, but I wasn't ready to risk it. Certainly, he was hurting from my silent treatment and wondering why I haven't called him. He was probably blaming himself for it. God! ...... I'm such an asshole!
It wasn't love at first sight when I first saw Elliot. It was just raw lust. There was something different about him that drove me wild though I couldn't put my finger on it. Maybe it was him being so shy that made me want to unleash the dirty little slut I knew he kept hidden deep down. Or maybe it was the intensity and emotions in his eyes that communicated his thoughts more than he used his words. I could feel and see it in his eyes how much he wanted me.
It's normal for grown men to be shy, introverted and have anxiety. Not everyone I have met so far in life was outgoing and bubbly. Elliot was one of those shy people. He could sit and listen without saying much yet it wasn't lost on me that he had a beautiful mind. It was the brilliant ideas he would chip in every now and then during a conversation with his friends or his possession of random facts about many things.
The way Elliot presented himself and his preppy clothes easily gave it away that he was well of and came from old money. Even the way he held his wine glass and gestured at things had something old school and aristocratic about it. There was an air of Elegance surrounding him in everything he did. That evening I watched him interact with his friends and realized that he was very well spoken for his young age.
Elliot was the star of my jerk off sessions for the past three weeks. I just wanted his pretty lips wrapped around my big black cock so that I could roughly fuck his mouth whilst he watched me with those intense blue eyes with saliva dribbling down his chin and neck. I needed to force him on all fours, spit on his tiny pink asshole for lubrication and fuck him impossibly hard and deep as he screams and moans my name all night long ...... Jesus Christ! Only Elliot could bring that side out of me .... Fuck! I had the need to manhandle and take care of him at the same time. Did that even make sense? My mind was made up to call him the next day so that I could finally bang him hard out of my system.
Tonight, I had a charity event to attend which was hosted by one of my clients. I dressed up in a suit like it was expected for such events and drove myself there. It was a good way to socialize and find new clients. Where else would you find the rich and famous all gathered at one spot? I arrived at the location and the Mansion was huge. In a perfect world, one family alone shouldn't be allowed to own such a huge property. This is what separated the wealthy from the rich.
I showed my invitation at the main gate and could enter. The valet met me in front of the house and took my car away. Inside the mansion was very spacious with people everywhere in small groups, mingling and conversing with one another. Everybody was dressed in their fancy clothes, the women in beautiful elegant gowns and the men in impeccable suits. The guests were chatting and laughing away happily with drinks in their hands. I made it a point to meet the host who happened to be my most important and valuable client first and then have drinks later.
On my way to find Mr. Walton, I stopped here and there to greet people I knew. A group of old men wanted to involve me in a political debate that I had no interest in. My dad thought me to avoid this kind of topics at events because your views and beliefs, when it didn't coincide with that of your listeners, could cost you clients. I was beating around the bush on one topic as not to offend anyone till the host himself found me.
"Michael I'm glad you came" Only my clients called me by my first name Michael.
"Mr. Walton thanks for the invitation. Everything looks amazing and I'm glad to be here." I lied. Seriously, most people here were faking and pretending to be good people.
"Gentlemen please let me borrow him for a while" Mr. Walton didn't even wait for their response as he pulled me away and I was grateful for his rescue.
"I would like you to meet my son. He has to take over a business deal for me and I'll be happy if you could assist him with your expertise" He explained.
"Of course, Mr. Walton." Another rich kid who gets to play 'businessman' with daddy's money and I was lucky enough to babysit them ....... Great! Don't get me wrong, it was good money. Mr. Walton and I walked up the stairs where many guests were present too and drinking away.
