Blooming

Keeping the gorgeous boy pinned to the wall, bare chest on bare chest, and continuing to kiss him with hot lust I run my hands up and down his exposed torso. Grabbing, petting, pinching, and groping. His body is lean, tight, with just the right amount of muscle. He was fit but not bulky, slim but not skinny, with just a bit of very fine body hair. He kisses me back with all the passion he had pent up from all the years living a lie. His slender hands massage my thick pecs. I kiss and suck down his neck and across his elegant shoulder, savor the salty taste of his skin and rousing aroma of his cologne, before returning to those sweet pink lips for more.

My need for this hot piece of ass was growing exponentially. I reach down and unbuckle his belt. His fingers dig into my muscular shoulders and he pulls against me. Opening the button and fly of his jeans I waste no time reaching into his underwear and grabbing his rock hard cock.

"Mmmm!" He moans into my mouth.

I release the kiss and back away from him by a foot. I keep him pinned against the wall by pressing my forearm across his chest as he stares at me with awe and desire. I pull out his manhood and begin to move my large loose gripped hand up and down.

A beautiful six incher. Straight with an ever so subtle upward swoop, hard, circumcised, well proportioned, a nice girth, and just the shape of knob I loved. It was a cock every bit as perfect as he was. As fine a specimen of man meat that I had seen all year. Despite Amanda's cruel jibes earlier James had nothing to be ashamed of here. His soft pubes were expertly trimmed neat and tidy and as blonde as his golden mane.

"God damn boy, you have beautiful fucking cock." I give him a quick sucking peck to lips. I feel his dick strain harder in my grip.

He shakes his head and his cheeks fill with a rosy blush making him all the more desirable. My shy boy was uncomfortable with compliments which I found powerfully attractive. It pissed me off that his wife brought him here to be humiliated, his self esteem was already so low. How he got that way I could only guess. Being closeted was likely the source but having a cuckoldress for a wife certainly wouldn't have helped.

"You hear me? Your cock is fucking perfect. Your eyes are fucking perfect. Your hair...your..." I lean down and nibble his chest. "...body. Your ass. You are a beautiful boy James. Beautiful."

He gazes at me overwhelmed and utterly smitten by my charms. Every professional instinct I had was screaming at me to tone this down. Lust was my stock in trade, not love. Love meant trouble. Trouble for me and trouble for my clients. But this boy...this fucking boy...I couldn't stop myself.

"I...I...I like your c-cock too." He says haltingly with in a soft fragile tone. "I...I...liked........."

"Go ahead."

"...sucking...your cock...Sir." His breath shudders as he says again a bit more confidently. "I liked...sucking your cock. I liked it. Your big cock. I loved it!"

"Rrrrmmm." I let out a primal growl from deep in my gut. "I'm gonna fuck you so hard! I'm gonna make you feel things you can't even imagine."

"Ohhh!" He sighs, his hot jizzy breath washing over my face as a tremble runs through him.

I speed up my hand. His tight abs flex as he looks down to watch me stroke him. My free hand pushes his jeans down over his firm shapely ass and part way down his thighs. I smile as I watch a glistening bead of precum sprout from his tip. Stopping my stroking I wipe the clear slick fluid from him then smear it across my bottom lip. He lets out a hot breath and leans in to hungrily suck it from my lip. He was blooming before my eyes, coming to terms with who he was and what he wanted, and it was a precious thing to behold.

"I love you baby." Amanda's sudden unwelcome voice is jolt to us both. "James I love you. I-I'm sorry I brought you here. I'm sorry I made you do this." She says from the corner in a voice tense with fear. She could see what was going on just as clearly as I, even from across the room. She was losing her grip on her husband in more ways than one. "I don't even care if you think you're gay now. We can talk about it. B-b-but baby, let's get out of here and..."

"Shut up!" I growl. I was seconds away from throwing this mood ruining bitch out on her ass.

"I'm not going." James says, the firm tone of his voice telling her that he wasn't going to be pussy whipped this time. His blue sparkling eyes don't look away from mine for even a moment, his desire for me giving him the courage to stand up to his wife. "I'm not going anywhere."

I had just met the demure young man but I was so fucking proud of him in that moment.

"Baby...please. I'm sorry for the things I said. I didn't mean them." The growing whining desperation in her voice smacked of a kept woman scared she was losing her golden goose. The fact she was still here at all told me they had a prenup. Smart boy, smart smart boy.

"Alex told you to be quiet or leave. You better listen to him." James says. I liked hearing my real name on his lips. Amanda, mercifully, falls silent. He blinks his big blue eyes at me. "I'm sorry Sir. She'll be quiet now. That won't happen again."

"If it does...we get rid of her."

A smile playing at the sides of his lips he nods one time.

Stepping back from him I brush my fingers down his sleek twink body. "Get on the bed, and get out of those fucking clothes."

His cerulean eyes flare and his breath catches in his chest. "Yes Sir!"