Balthazar is Gabriel's brother from my other story, Twisted Desires. You don't need to read, but know that there will be a future story featuring all four of the guys.
Balthzar : 6 ft tall, athletic body, bright green eyes, dark brown hair.
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Balthazar Aldridge was 45 years old and trapped in a loveless marriage, that was more of a business deal than an actual relationship. His parents had arranged for him to marry Olivia, the daughter of an oil tycoon, to strengthen their resources and solidify their political standing. He'd spent 25 years denying himself what he truly wanted and going along with whatever his parents told him to do. He wasn't so sure he could do that anymore. He knew his family's name and social reputation was on the line, but these days he couldn't think of a single reason as to why he gave a fuck about any of it.
He'd never admitted it to anyone, not even even his brother Gabriel - who was the only family that mattered to Gabriel - but Balthazar was gay. He knew it since he was 13 years old and all his classmates and friends talked about girls and how cute they were, while Balthazar thought boys were cuter than girls. His parents' reaction to Gabriel's coming out as gay - the screaming, the yelling, the slurs, the threats - was what made him keep his mouth shut and bury all those feelings deep inside him. He wasn't proud for letting them speak and behave to his brother like that, but Balthazar was afraid. And the one time he'd spoken against his parents, when they made Gabriel marry that bitch Beatrice, they made sure Balthazar regretted it.
Now, that he was in his mid-forties, Balthazar had come to the conclusion that he didn't want to have the life he did anymore. He wanted to divorce Olivia and go live his life free, doing all the things he was deprived of all those years.
A server asking him if he wanted to refill his champagne glass pulled Balthazar out of his thoughts and brought him back to the present to the tons of people gathered in one of the living rooms of his mansion.
Olivia had organized a party and had invited almost the entire state of California. Balthazar didn't remember the reason for the party and quite frankly he didn't care. He just wanted all these people to get the hell out of his house, so he could call his damned lawyer now that the resolution of finally divorcing his wife and freeing himself from a life full of lies had solidified.
"Not a big fan of parties, huh?" A deep, husky voice said from behind him. Balthazar had been standing in the archway connecting the luxurious living room with a smaller, less formal one, in order to avoid all the people who'd tried to suck his ass - not in the fun way - and engage him in meaningless small talk. He turned to look who had spoken to him and came face to face with the most beautiful man he had ever seen in his life. The man was tall, around 6'2 if Balthazar had to guess, and around his late 40s-early 50s with a heavily muscular body that seemed to want to break out of the confines of his suit, long blond hair tied in a man-bun with a few strands falling over the sides of his face, lush pink lips surrounded by a neatly trimmed beard and the most stunning arctic blue eyes Balthazar had ever seen.
Balthazar's throat had gone dry all of a sudden and he could feel his blood rushing south to his dick. He'd never had such an intense reaction to a man before. Yes, he'd been attracted to several men throughout his life, but never so instantly and wholly. He had to clear his throat a couple of times before he was able to speak without his voice sounding rusty. The unknown man smirked at him as if he knew the effect he had on Balthazar.
"Big crowds aren't really my thing," Balthazar got out, managing to sound unaffected by the intensity of the stranger's gaze and his stunningly handsome face.
The man nodded his head in agreement. "Neither am I," he said and the offered his hand to Balthazar for a handshake, "Tallahasee Huntington. I don't believe I've had the pleasure of meeting you before."
Balthazar reached out to shake the man's - Tallahasee's hand and tried not to shiver at the way Tallahasee said the word 'pleasure'. Balthazar wasn't sure if the innuendo was there or if it was just wishful thinking. His hand connected with Tallahasee's and before Balthazar could offer him his name, Tallahasee brought his hand to his luscious lips and placed a kiss on Balthazar's knuckles. Balthazar was barely able to contain a groan and his cock gave a small jerk at the feel of Tallahasee's tongue on his skin.
What the hell was that? Who kissed someone's hand with tongue? And more importantly why had he kissed Balthazar's hand in the first place?
"I know who you are," Tallahasee smiled at Balthazar, still clasping his hand. Balthazar didn't make a move to free himself. "I've seen you every morning when you go for a run." At Balthazar's puzzled look, Tallahasee clarified, "I live next door. Moved here a month ago."
"Ah. You're the new guy my wife has been talking about. She's planning on inviting you for a welcome-to-the-neighborhood dinner or something like that."
Tallahasee's thumb had started rubbing circles on Balthazar's wrist, their bodies had gravitated closer together so much so only an inch separated them and somehow they had moved on the other side of archway away from the great living room and all the people. All the servers from the catering service were busy tending to the guests and no one could see them now.
"I have no interest in your wife, but I suppose it would be rude to refuse the invitation...if she decides to have me over for dinner." Tallahasee cocked his head to the side. "Do you want me to come, Balthazar?"
Tallahasee's husky voice deepened a bit at the word 'come' and Balthazar was almost certain there was a double meaning behind it. He didn't know how to answer. Tallahasee couldn't possibly know that Balthazar was attracted to men, but it seemed that way. Or perhaps Balthazar was reading the situation wrong.
Before he could master up a reply, Tallahasee pressed his body fully against his and Balthazar could feel the steel rod of the other man's cock against his own. He was sure Tallahasee could feel how hard he was, but he didn't comment on it. He just leaned in closer and whispered in Balthazar's ear, "I would cum for you. However many times you wanted me to." Now, Balthazar was sure Tallahasee was talking about more than coming over for dinner. "Whenever you wanted me to. And I'd make sure you came too. Over and over and over again." Tallahasee punctuated his words by thrusting his hips forward and rubbing his dick against Balthazar's. Tallahasee groaned and Balthazar whimpered. He fucking whimpered. He was 45 for heaven's sake and now there he was whimpering like a little boy, because finally - fucking finally - he was being touched by a man in real life and not just his fantasies.
Tallahasee moved his hips again and Balthazar cursed, "Fuck". A wall separated them from a sea of people, but Balthazar couldn't find it in himself to care or worry about the consequences if anyone happened to see them. He couldn't even bring himself to think how Tallahasee had figured out Balthazar would be attracted to him or why he was so forward with him, hitting on him just minutes after meeting him for the first time.
It felt so good having another man's dick grinding into his own. So fucking good.
The only other time Balthazar had a sort of sexual encounter with a man was about two months ago, when he couldn't stand not knowing how it felt and only wishing to know. That was the beginning, the pivotal moment that led him to decide to finally say 'fuck everything else and start living for yourself'. It hadn't been a physical encounter, rather it was on the internet. But still. Balthazar only imagined how good the real deal would feel judging by the mind-numbing orgasm he'd had that day with a stranger on a forum.
