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Old Wounds, New Love Ch. 01

By: CrimsonWeb



I finally broke down and wrote a story to post. I hope you enjoy it, for I had fun writing about Afton and his fast seduction of his younger, innocent and naïve young lover. Please leave a comment if you like it and let me know what you thought. Remember, be kind – it's my first story!

CrimsonWeb 

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Afton Finemoore, a powerful thirty something businessman, entered the coffee shop at precisely 10:00am, the same time he always did on the days he was in the city. It was habit whenever he was here on business and he rarely failed on breaking it. But today something was different when he pushed through the double glass door. The patrons were always the same, faces he'd stared at day in and day out, but today there was a new blond man that stood at the counter talking with the cashier. He captured Afton's attention with his cowboy looking demeanor and muscular jock-like physique. This guy was not Afton's type, but something had caught his interest.

Afton paused, ignoring a few greetings until he finally shook off his attraction and said his hello's. Greta, a long time friend raised an eyebrow at his distraction and smoothly slide to his side with an air of amusement. "You okay?"

He shook his head with a sly smile and turned to his friend, "Of course. What are you doing here?"

She laughed, smoothing out her immaculate blonde hair. "I wanted to talk to you and you're ignoring my calls and texts." She looked back at the cute blond guy at the counter and sighed. "I didn't think you went for blonds?"

Afton shrugged, "I am not ignoring you, Greta. I am busy. I've got the fundraiser at my house tomorrow and I have just had other priorities. What is so important that you had to stalk me here?" He adored Greta, but sometimes her theatrics shattered his nerves. 

"Carmen is beside herself that you haven't invited her to the fundraiser. I wanted to beg you to retract your stance that she's never allowed inside your house again." She inched closer, "Would you? For me?"

Afton groaned, looking away. He truly disliked Carmen. He'd banned her from his house after his last party, when he'd found her naked in his bed once all the other guests had departed. She'd snuck upstairs into his private domain and remained hidden. All because she assumed he wanted to have sex with her, when in actuality, he'd wanted the man she'd come with, her cousin or something like that. After a moment he shook his head, "No, not ever for you, Greta. I love you, but Carmen is a menace."

Greta pouted but knew she wouldn't get anywhere if she kept up her theatrics. Afton hadn't become a wealthy tycoon by being soft. She patted the lapel of his Armani black suit, smoothing out the edge so it laid flat, sighing loudly. She had a selfish need to touch his chest, knowing that just beneath the fabric was a well formed chiseled body. Understanding who and what Afton was, she accepted this was the closest she would ever come to feeling his hard body beneath her fingers.

Smiling up into his hard smooth face, Greta submitted. He looked GQ handsome today; his black hair recently trimmed short which only accentuated his green eyes to dominate his face. He watched her with those intimidating orbs, waiting to see if she'd try again, so she surprised him by stepping away. 

"Thank you for not pushing this, Greta," he finally said, tucking her under his arm and steering her towards the ordering counter. While they walked, he let out a soft whistle in appreciation. "You look fantastic today, what's the occasion?"

She beamed, looking down at her fashion designer dress that was made from the finest of fabrics. The blush pink color perfectly complimented her blonde hair and made her blue eyes sparkle. The garment hugged her delicate frame and would have made any other man drool. "I have a date," she replied sheepishly. 

"Oh?" He asked, once more raising his brow in question. "Pray tell, who is this man who's finally broken through your aversion to relationships?"

She laughed, "I know, but I couldn't avoid it. Daddy said I'd be cut off if I didn't marry soon and give him heirs to all his money. I couldn't risk that. In reality, I have no choice. He's rich, older and already had a few kids of his own. Daddy is strongly encouraging me to marry him whether I like him or not. I am thirty two this year and according to him, 'the clock is ticking'. "

"Well, good luck." At the counter, Afton stumbled when the blond man looked up apologetically with the most intense hazel eyes and then stepped out of the way. Being this close to him took Afton's breath away and he was unable to formulate his order for two beats of his heavily thudding heart. He also swore that his cheeks burned hot with a blush at the meeting this younger man's gaze. 

Afton was thirty-three, rich, powerful and arrogant. He was never ruffled by another human being. But this younger man succeeded to do the unthinkable. There was something about him that affected Afton, though, and he wasn't sure why. He appeared to be in his early to mid twenties with wavy blond hair and striking hazel eyes – he was spectacular. He jeans were old, his t-shirt plain white straining against defined muscles and he had on scuffed cowboy boots that had seen better days. What drew Afton was the innocence that wafted off him as if it were tangible. This man looked as if he just stepped off the bus from the country and now found himself in the middle of this big, sprawling city. 

The cashier tucked her black hair behind her ear trying to hide her smile as she looked away from this blond man to Afton. "What can I get you, the usual?"

"Good morning, Mary. Yes, please. Make sure they hold the foam this time, it ruins the latte."

"Of course, Sir."

Seeing her punch in her order into the machine, Afton grew curious. He looked up to find the blond man watching him intensely with a slight blush. Afton smiled. "I am Afton Finemoore, you are?"

The man flinched from being spoken to and stammered while answering, " E-ethan Watkins." Ethan could tell this man was dangerously sensual and powerful and it awoke something primal in him that he thought he had buried long ago. It was obvious for everyone practically bowed to him as he entered. As much as he wanted to ignore the feeling, Ethan realized he was aroused and a little intimidated. His heart rammed in his chest and his shame exploded. He wasn't gay. Why would he be having these thoughts about a gorgeous model looking man? Shit. He did it again. He wasn't gay. He wasn't. 

"Watkins. Hmm, I don't think I am familiar with your sirname. Is your family new to the city?" Afton couldn't help but lean closer to him.

Ethan noticed and stepped back. "Just me. My parents are still on the dairy farm in Illinois. I came here to stay with my girlfriend, Mary," he motioned to the cashier, "for a few months. She's going to school here in New York and invited me to come experience this for myself."

Afton beamed, "Excellent idea. I love this city." An idea blossomed in his head and he lowered his voice, "Listen, I am hosting a fundraiser tomorrow night at my Manson. Would you and Mary both like to attend and I can show you a different side to city living?"

Mary practically squealed while Greta rolled her eyes in annoyance. Ethan just watched him while narrowing his eyes suspiciously. "You don't know me and yet you're inviting both me and Mary to your house?"

"Ethan, I invite all sorts of people to my house on a regular basis. It's good for the charity I am raising money for, but don't worry, I won't expect anything from either of you. Here," he reached into his jacket pocket to remove an invitation. "Present this at the gate and you'll be directed to the party. I do hope to see both of you tomorrow."

Mary handed him his latte with a wide grin. "I'll drag him there myself. Thank you for the invitation, Mr. Finemoore."

"Excellent. I'll see you both tomorrow then." He made sure not to look at Ethan again or he was afraid he would embarrass himself by grinning childishly.

Greta huffed as they turned away and she leaned in close when they exited the building. "You'll invite two strangers but not Carmen? What has gotten into you? It's the blond man isn't it?"

"I am not sure to what you're referring. And Carmen is banned because she refuses to accept I am gay."

"Oh," Greta shrugged, "she has, but she thinks she can change you."

"Unlikely."

"I know, but she thinks you can be persuaded."

Outside there was a long black limousine sitting in the road with a neatly dressed driver in black standing beside the open door, waiting for Afton to emerge. "Do you need a ride somewhere?"

"No, thank you. I am just heading out to a café round the corner to meet up with some friends before my date. I will see you tomorrow and I promise," she rose up to kiss his cheek, "I won't ask about Carmen again."

He laughed at her words, stepping away and slipping into the limousine smoothly, disappearing behind mirrored glass and metal. Seconds later, the driver entered, putting the vehicle into drive and merging out into traffic.

Inside the coffee house, Ethan watched cautiously as the dark haired man departed. He'd felt a spark of something akin to attraction and he was horrified. He hadn't had thoughts of men in years and he'd thought he moved past that confusing phase. But that man...he dragged up feelings so intense Ethan thought he would pass out. He had tried hard not to swing that way and had consciously steered his life down the path of standard relationships mostly from the reaction he'd receive from his parents. That was why he was here after all, but meeting Afton sent his mind spinning and threw all his attempts to remain straight into turmoil. Maybe it was being in a strange new city and being enamored with that man's wealth and sensuality. He wasn't sure, but he wouldn't be going to his house tomorrow, no matter how badly Mary begged.

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Afton stood on the top step of the grand staircase in the foyer of his huge Manson on the outskirts of town. The fundraiser for a children's hospital was soon to begin and the event planner had outdone herself this time. The front part of the house was draped in pink and blue, the hospital colors with flowers, banners and garlands of fragrant flowers. Soon he would descend these very stairs and greet his guests, one at a time, shaking hands and kissing cheeks. These were the more influential people on his list and needed them to open their checkbooks tonight for the hospital needed a new wing supporting radical cancer treatments. 

He knew they wouldn't let him down. Who would deny the Great Mr. Finemoore? Not many.

Greta waltzed through the door just then, arrogantly tossing her fur coat to the servant standing near the door. "Afton, the drive looks amazing! Wherever did you get so many lights? It looks like a wonderland out there!"

Pleased with himself, Afton grinned. "You should see the garden. I think I spent more money out there."

She clapped with glee, "I do love your parties!"

"Go, I'll join you shortly. Some of the others are already inside." He motioned towards the parlor where voices could be heard in conversation. 

"Don't take too long," she winked just before she seductively strutted into the room making a grand entrance. 

He ran his hands down his jet black suit, noting that this one fit his body perfectly. It would show off his narrow waist and tight ass and he hoped Ethan would come. All day he'd fretted over what to wear wanting to impress upon the country man. Knowing he couldn't stand on the stairs all night, Afton stepped down, accepting that he was acting like a young boy with a crush. He needed to get into this party and start to encourage the money to flow.

He moved into the room, shook the hands he knew he would and kissed the cheeks he expected to flatter. When the clock chimed 8 O'clock, he started to have doubts that Ethan would appear and he had to hide his disappointment. It was hard to do, considering his demeanor required him to be happy and friendly. Right now, he wanted to escape so he could smash something.

Just as he was about to do that exact sentiment, Mary entered, dragging a glowering and nervous Ethan behind her. He looked around the room with awe and finally his gaze locked with Afton's and his cheek twitched. 

Afton swallowed once, feeling his body respond with a painful erection at seeing Ethan again. He looked even more charming now that he'd cleaned himself up with an evening coat and a haircut. Afton wondered what he had underneath that jacket and hoped he'd soon find out.

"Mary, Ethan, welcome to my home," he announced, approaching with both hands extended. 

Ethan swallowed. Afton Finemoore was a sensual predator, prowling towards them like a panther. He exuded sexuality and his gaze was locked with Ethan after he'd given Mary a once over. She was dressed in a sleek black cocktail dress that showed an amble about of cleavage. She's pulled her long black hair into a ponytail, which was simple yet Ethan liked the look. Afton wasn't impressed. His eyes returned to Ethan with a hungry smile. And that made Ethan's ego inflate, but it shouldn't have. He had come to New York to win Mary over for heaven's sake. He wasn't gay!

Yet as Afton walked closer, he couldn't deny that his body had a different mind of its own. Arousal dilated his pupils and his cock swelled, filling his trousers to an uncomfortable state. Adjusting himself, Ethan had to shift the bulge to the side or he'd be discovered.

"Mr. Finemoore! You have an amazing house!" Mary gushed. "I can't thank you enough for the invitation. I never thought I'd ever be able to attend one of these events."

Afton bowed, "You are welcome. Come, let me get you a drink. Ethan, what do you prefer?" As he spoke he collected a Champaign flute off a nearby server's tray and handed it to Mary. It had a raspberry floating in the slightly pink bubbles. 

Ethan cleared his throat, running a finger under his suddenly tight collar. "I don't exactly know. I don't drink that often."

"Well, come this way, I shall introduce you to the finer choices in life." Afton indicated the bar in the back of the room where fully stocked shelves held every type of alcohol. It looked like a bar downtown. The bartender looked surprised when Afton stepped behind and put two short glasses on the counter himself, filling them with ice. "I suggest whisky, and not the cheap brands you'll find in common stores. This is an aged Irish Whiskey that I can only import from Dublin."

As he poured, Ethan tried to breathe. Afton's hands ended in long fingers that gripped first the glass and then the whiskey body with such care, he almost seemed to be stroking the bottle. He suddenly imagined what it would feel like to have those fingers stroke him and Ethan flinched. Now where did that thought come from? I am NOT gay he repeated. He finally convinced himself he was just overwhelmed with sensation from the house, decorations and the intimidating man holding out a drink. Afton was again watching Ethan with a predatory stare that send a thrill down Ethan's spine.

"Try it," Afton urged. "This is my favorite. I added a splash of lemon to enhance the flavor." As he waited for Ethan to take his first sip, Afton bit his lower lip in anticipation.

Ethan choked on the liquid as it burned its way down his throat. He was about to decline the drink when a warmth settled in his stomach that spread throughout his entire body. The bitter aftertaste of the whiskey faded leaving behind an essence making him want more. Looking at the glass, he laughed. "That has some kick."

"Yes, it does. You get used to it after a few sips. Do me a favor and finish this entire drink before you judge whether you like Irish whiskey or not. Promise?"

Ethan smiled, tipping his drink at his host. "Promise."

"Now, if you'll excuse me for a moment, I have more fundraising to complete. I shall find you shortly. Please, enjoy the garden and the deck out back. There is also food in the courtyard to your right." He bowed by dipping his upper body elegantly, and strode from the room on long lean legs. He made sure he exited this door, forcing Ethan to stare at his well shaped ass as he exited the room. 

Mary watched him shocked. "You don't drink, Ethan. What are you doing?"

"Having a little fun. You dragged me here, remember? I didn't want to come."

She frowned, looking between Ethan and the glass before she snorted and turned away towards the courtyard where the food was laid out. 

Ethan was left to his own devices and strolled around the main room, stopping to look at photographs set out on shelves and tables. He felt Afton's eyes on him the entire time, and confirmed that feeling when he looked up to find the European looking man watching him from across the crowded room. The look was possessive. Ethan swallowed from the emotion Afton's look generated. Ethan had never felt hunted before but right now he did and he was ashamed to admit he liked it. It had been years since he had felt any attraction to a man and right now, Afton dominated his thoughts. He needed to clear his head. He wasn't gay, which is reminded himself for the fiftieth time tonight.

Taking another swallow of the whiskey he tried to ignore him and looked at the pictures. All were of Afton Finemoore and all made him look incredible. He was young, vibrant and extremely successful. It became apparent he'd built his own empire when Ethan came across some photos taken when Afton was about ten and clearly dirt poor. He sat on the steps of a dilapidated house in a sad neighborhood. He wore a ripped shirt and shoes with holes in the toes. That boy obviously grew up and decided he wanted more out of life than a day to day struggle. Something Ethan understood very well. It had taken one year of wages to earn just to buy a bus ticket to New York and his aunt helped pay for the rest. Mary was helping out with little things here and there, but Ethan wouldn't take hand outs. He would get a job soon to help out and pay his aunt back. He didn't want to be a free loader. 

"I was eleven in that picture." A strong male voice accented with an Irish brogue spoke over Ethan's shoulder, causing him to start. His accent only came out when he was nervous our emotional. Otherwise he masked his brogue and tried to bury the past.

Ethan turned his face and nodded, finding Afton a foot away and towering over his shoulder. He was surprised to hear the hint of an Irish accent for Afton hid his heritage well. Ethan also hadn't realized how tall he was until he needed to look up into his face. He must be at least six three.

"When my parents migrated here from Ireland, we lived in a horrid part of town and I hated every minute of it. Shortly after this picture was taken, I vowed I would find a way to get out and forget where it was I came from." He moved closer to Ethan and reached around him to grab the picture frame. His arm brushed against Ethan's torso and Afton didn't miss the aroused shiver in response. 

"It appears you've done exactly what you intended. Tell me, what is it that you do?" Ethan asked trying to break the spell Afton seemed to be casting. 

"Real estate. Corporate to be exact. I buy old buildings and give them a new life, and then I sell them for outrageous prices. I've made a killing," he waved his hand, "as you can see. Would you like a tour?"

Ethan nodded. He couldn't do anything else as he got lost in the depths of Afton's green eyes. They even had small gold specks in the irises and that drew Ethan in deeper. All thoughts of Mary fled and suddenly she was forgotten. 

"In through these doors is my private study. I don't let my guests in here, so if you could shut the door behind you?" Afton asked in a quiet voice that didn't have any hint of his previous brogue. He then led the way to a massive mahogany door off to their right. Inside, the room was dimly lit by a desk lamp but other than that soft glow, the only light came from the thousands of twinkling lights from the garden that could be seen through the balcony doors.


Old Wounds, New Love Ch. 01



"This is where I conduct all my business," Afton announced, trailing his long fingers over the large wood desk in the center of the room. "Sometimes I play in here, too, but lately that has been scarce." The desk was the perfect height to bend a willing body over and enjoy for hours. He hoped Ethan would catch the innuendo, but the blank look on his face said he'd not.

"I can't imagine working in an office such as this. I've only ever known a ranch. I guess you could say my office has always been a barn," he laughed and then gulped down the rest of his whiskey to hide his nervousness.

Afton smiled, the corner of his mouth lifting seductively. His chiseled face softened with interest and he moved closer to Ethan with curiosity. "Yes, I can only imagine. I've never been to a ranch or a farm for that matter. What was it like?"

"Hard labor," he responded and had absolutely no idea of the reaction that had on Afton.

"Hard labor," Afton repeated. His erection pulsed, throbbing with his heart beat. Hard labor meant a hard body beneath that jacket. He felt his mouth water in anticipation, his fingers curling into a fist at his side to avoid touching Ethan right now. "Let me show you the balcony. First things first. Can I get you another drink?"

Ethan looked at his empty glass and mutely nodded. He'd need another glass if he was going to survive this tour. He began to berate himself for the strange feelings that were assaulting him at the moment. They ranged from lust to a downright need to kiss Afton Finemoore . He refused to acknowledge what he was experiencing and decided to drown himself in whisky to pretend it wasn't happening. This all must be some strange reaction to being overwhelmed. He'd only been in the city for 48 hours after all. 

Afton returned with a fresh glass, directing Ethan to the glass doors to the balcony. He placed his large hand on his lower back in passing, resisting the need to inhale at the muscle he felt underneath.

Ethan jumped, casting a nervous look up into Afton's encouraging eyes. "Is this where the others are?"

"Out there? Heaven's no. This is my private sanctuary. We won't be bothered."

"So," he choked, "we're alone?"

Afton pressed his upper body closer in order to whisper in Ethan's ear, "Yes. You afraid?"

Ethan laughed nervously, "Maybe."

"I don't bite." Afton then chuckled leaning closer so his lips were inches from Ethan's ear. "Much." Afton outright laughed at Ethan's reaction as he visibly trembled from the sensation of Afton's breath against his neck and then he strode with the assurance of knowing he was good looking out onto the balcony. He turned to wait for Ethan with his back to the banister watching with come hither eyes that demanded he be obeyed.

Ethan looked towards the door leading back to the party and debated. If he went out to Afton, he knew he walked into a cobra's nest and he wasn't a snake charmer. He would get bit and he wasn't sure he would survive. Clearly Afton preferred men and for some reason, he liked Ethan. On one hand, it was flattering, but on the other, it was terrifying. What scared him most is that he enjoyed the attention.

He tossed back the contents of his glass and set the cup down on the desk. It was time to explore the intense urges dominating his body at the moment. He needed to know what this meant and he had to explore what he was feeling. No one would know what he did right now, therefore he could discover what this all meant without his family finding out. So he advanced out onto the balcony, holding Afton's heated gaze the entire time. 

"You've probably figured out that I like you," Afton announced when Ethan crossed the threshold. "And I usually get what I want when I see something I like. How does that make you feel?"

"Nervous."

"Ah, you've never been with a man before?" Afton was surprised. Ethan had returned his look of interest when they first met in the coffee shop and had assumed otherwise.

"N-no. Never! I am straight. I came here to win over Mary so she'd finally agree to marry me and we could move back to Illinois. I don't like her here in New York all by herself."

Afton frowned, allowing Ethan a chance to lean against the railing beside him. That information changed his approach, but not the outcome. For a moment they both stared back inside the darkened study without comment. "You're incredibly handsome and I find myself powerless against the urges."

"Urges?" Ethan mumbled in question. He was trying to ignore the sexual longing pulsating between his legs. It scared the crap out of him that he wanted Afton to touch him and he wasn't sure what he would do if he did.

"Yes, powerful ones." Afton purred shifting so he stood before Ethan now.

Ethan swallowed. "Like what?"

"You have an incredible body, Ethan. My imagination is running wild what is contained here," his long finger traced the bulge in Ethan's pants. He spent a little too much time fingering the ridge along the tip of his shaft, releasing a tiny moan.

Ethan closed his eyes against the amazing sensation, feeling his cock twitch in response. He wanted more, so he didn't stop Afton's seduction. "What do you imagine?"

"Oh," a long pause, "all sorts of things." His hand covered the entire length of the shaft and another tortured moan escaped. "Yes, such as how would it feel to wrap my fingers around your cock and giving a squeeze." He gripped the hard shaft through his pants and grunted. "You're big."

"How many men have you been with, Afton?" Ethan whispered, his voice faltering with arousal. He needed Afton to touch him more.

"Enough, but I've never felt such an immediate attraction to someone before. You stole my breath the moment I walked in the coffee shop." 

And you stole mine, Ethan thought. "I am not sure why I'm here, really."

Afton continued to caresses the thickening shaft. Ethan liked this and that intrigued him greatly. His hand continued to rub and he stepped closer. "Do you want to be with a man?"

Ethan closed his eyes, released a growl. "I've thought about it."

That was encouraging and he increased the pressure of his hand feeling his body swell. "And now?"

Searing hazel eyes opened and locked with Afton's stared. "I don't know."

"Your body tells me you do," Afton added a squeeze around the hard cock and smiled when Ethan inhaled. "Care to try out my theory?"

Ethan moaned when Afton leaned closer, his proximity was intoxicating. He couldn't speak. Did he want Afton to continue? Did he want to find out what these intense sexual urges were all about?

"May I?" Afton tugged at Ethan's zipper.

"I need another drink," Ethan announced, moving away quickly and re-entering the study. With shaking hands he found the decanter and filled his glass double to what Afton had offered him twice before. He gulped that down in two swallows, choking back his nerves. He shouldn't be here. He should be out in that party with Mary, not fantasizing about being seduced by a gorgeous man in a jet black suit.

Afton followed and watched him with a slightly cocked head. His eyes never left Ethan as he watched him toss back a generous serving of whiskey. At this rate, he would be too drunk to enjoy and he wanted him to know everything he was about to do this incredible body. "You might want take it easy on that. It has a worse bite than me."

Ethan gave a hysterical chuckle and turned around, his arousal plain as day. It demanded to be released as it pressed against his pants, a large swelling against his thigh. "You want to touch me."

Afton frowned, confused by the mixed messages he was getting. Ethan's body begged for more, but his eyes were unsure. "Yes, very badly."

"I've never been in this situation before."

"I know, you told me earlier. But I can show you marvelous things, take your body to new heights. If you're daring enough to try. Afterwards, you can decide if you prefer men or women...or both," he added with a shrug.

Ethan crossed his arms and uttered another hysterical sound, throwing his head back in denial while he continued to debate.

He was leaning against the very desk that Afton loved to make love on. The imagery of that drove him insane. He wanted Ethan and he wouldn't allow him to leave this room without tasting him at least once. "I'll make you a deal. You let me show you are few things tonight and then if you want more, my door is open to you anytime."

"What do you want to do?" It was barely a whisper.

"Seduce you of course. Turn around; stand facing the desk and place your hands on the surface." Afton moved so he stood close behind Ethan, pressing his own erection to his back. "And don't move. Whatever you do, don't move your hands."

He shouldn't do this. He should leave, tell Afton no and drag Mary from this house. But Ethan couldn't deny the passionate need burning in Afton's eyes and he felt his cock jump in anticipation of what this Irish man offered. He had to find out why he couldn't escape these gay thoughts. He'd tried to live the life of being straight, even trying to embark on marriage. But Afton offered him a chance to explore this once and for all, so he swallowed his fear and followed Afton's instructions. He stood frozen in place until he felt the heat of Afton's cock against his butt when the man moved close. It was throbbing and burned like a brand even through their pants. He began to get nervous when nothing happened and Afton hadn't moved. When Ethan shifted to look behind him, Afton's arm wrapped around his waist pulling him closer so he could bite his ear before he said, "Don't move."

They were so closely joined that Ethan felt Afton's heart pounding in his chest. That sent a thrilling shiver down to his toes and a new heat burned through his body. He no longer wondered if he wanted Afton to touch him, now he needed Afton to touch him. And soon for his cock felt like it would explode.

Slowly, Afton began to unbutton Ethan's pants, dragging the zipper down. This freed the waist so he could slip them over Ethan's hips to pool at his ankles. Afton's hand slipped back around and traced the hard shaft through the fabric of his blue colored boxers, smiling at the small wet spot from Ethan's excitement. Afton licked his lips.

"You'll do what I say, won't you?" Afton purred continuing to caress Ethan, each stroke becoming more firm and urgent. 

"Yes," he sighed.

Afton slipped his boxers down to follow his pants and immediately gripped his soft cock in his hand. It was eight inches of pure heaven and Afton could only hold it praying he wouldn't cum right now out of the extreme arousal. The shaft was velvet smooth with thick veins running the length. He looked around Ethan's body and smiled that the tip was purple with his own extreme arousal. "You are enjoying this."

Ethan said nothing.

"You can talk," Afton teased sensually, pulling and petting the gorgeous cock before him. He had Ethan panting after a few expert strokes.

"Yes."

"Turn around and leave your hands on the desk."

Ethan slowly turned around, his massive erection standing upright and jumping to match his pulse. The tip of his cock was straining with need and dripping with precum. 

"Oh my God. You're beautiful," Afton moaned and dropped to his knees. He caressed the shaft before him, cupping Ethan's tight balls gently with his palm. "Oh my God. I wasn't expecting this. I expected nice, but his exceeds my wildest fantasies." Before Ethan could respond, Afton engulfed Ethan's cock in his mouth, deep into his throat so the entire eight inches disappeared. He lifted off, swirling his tongue around the cap, licking every inch of Ethan's cock. 

Ethan released a primal groan when he felt the warm, moist heat surround his cock. Nothing compared to the sensation of a man sucking on his dick with more expert care than Mary ever did. Ethan looked down with mixed emotions and the last of his fleeting reservations about what he was doing fled. The wild sensations were naughty and erotic and he could no longer deny he wanted this more than anything. 

Afton wasn't afraid of his width or length, taking him all in his mouth without even gagging. He pulled off, then went back, bobbing quickly and then slowly driving Ethan over the edge within seconds. 

Ethan growled loudly, his hips pumping forward to match Afton's mouth. "You have to stop. I'm going to cum if you don't stop now." Ethan panted. His fingers clawed at the smooth desk top and he had the urge to bury his fingers in Afton's hair while he rode his cock until he felt like he would explode. 

Afton didn't stop. Instead his motions increased and the suction intensified until Ethan knew he would be drained if he came right now. He called out loudly when Afton's hand cupped his painfully tight balls which were screaming to release their contents. He needed to cum and there was not stopping it now.

"Afton," he moaned and the sucking increased as his ecstasy soared. He didn't think about his family, or whether this was wrong, he only felt Afton and what his mouth did to him.

Ethan's legs began to shake and a sexual sweat formed all over his body, a drop snaking down the back of his neck. He broke his order and burned his fingers in Afton's hair, pulling his head closer, forcing his cock into his mouth, thrusting to meet Afton's motions. Ethan had never had oral sex like this before and lost himself in the insane emotions that forced him to the edge and then shoved him over into an explosion so intense he cried out. His hips pumped into Afton's mouth as he unloaded his pent up offering deep into his partner's throat.

Afton sucked the last of it off the tip of Ethan's dick and looked up with a satisfied smile. "You moved."

"Sorry."

Afton stood up to face Ethan, gripping his relaxed dick in his hand, stroking it back to life. "Just means I get to do more to you as punishment."

Ethan sighed nervously. "More?"

"Oh yes," he said and kissed him full on this mouth, using his tongue to tease Ethan to response. He did.

The two were locked in a lovers embrace for quite some time when Afton pulled back. "Tonight is all about you, so I won't ask you to return anything, deal?"

"I have no idea what that means,," Ethan shrugged.

"Turn around again."

Ethan did eagerly. His dick was already rock hard again and craving more.

"I will start with an introduction to what I want to do with you, but you control when I stop. Understand?"

Ethan had no clue what that meant either , so he nodded. If whatever Afton was about to do would generate another mind blowing orgasm, he was game.

"I want you to lay your chest on the desk."

Ethan did. He almost resisted when Afton spread his legs apart, exposing him so intimately from behind. His cock rested against the cold wood of the desk but it wasn't uncomfortable. He watched as Afton opened a box on his desk and removed a tube of oil, which is smeared on his fingers and dripped down into Ethan's crack so the oil slid over his asshole. The sensation was insanely arousing and the need to be touched built to a fevered pitch.

"Don't move," Afton whispered and then he rimmed the hole gently before pushing in one finger inside.

Ethan tried to pull away, but Afton had him pinned to the table.

"Relax. Don't fight me and I promise, you'll enjoy this." Afton continued to stroke one finger in the hole and then two. He spread and stretched until he could slip a plug in there without causing Ethan pain. While he worked the muscle to relax, he adjusted Ethan so he could rub his hard cock with a firm touch. He wasn't gentle and brought Ethan to a crazed state wanting him writhing when his slipped the medium sized plug into his ass. He timed the insertion to when Ethan exploded with a violent orgasm, shooting his cum onto the side of the desk where his dripped towards the floor. Ethan moaned and Afton shoved the plug in, feeling the muscle grip the toy and suck it into place.

"Oh fuck!" Ethan yelled in pain. "That hurts!"

"Don't fight it and relax. The pain won't last," Afton offered with little kisses to the area right behind his ear. "That plug is about the size of my dick, so if you can handle this, you can take me with no issues."

"Oh fuck...I am not fucking you," Ethan moaned, but he knew he would be and soon.

"Really?" Afton tapped the plug and Ethan released an agonizing sound as the pleasure assaulted him. "I think you will be." He massaged the area around the plug, waiting for the muscle to relax. When he felt it give in, his pulse increased with anticipation."You're ready now, if you trust me."

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, of fuck," but he didn't resist when Afton removed the plug and replaced it with a hot soft tip of his cock. He should resist, he should say stop, but God help him, he didn't want him to. He wanted what was offered. Hell, he'd been craving this for years and now he would find out once and for all whether this was what he really enjoyed.

"Oh Ethan, you really are amazing," he said as he worked his cap into Ethan virginal hole. His body sucked at him, the muscle so tight it drove Afton insane. "I will try to go slow, but shit, you feel so good, I might need to fuck you hard."

"Oh fuck, oh fuck," Ethan kept mumbling, but his hips pushed back, not away.

Afton thrust and buried a few inches in. Gritting his teeth, he slowly worked the rest in until his entire length of ten inches in Ethan's body, slapping their flesh together loudly. Ethan was panting, trying not to yell out. He was enduring the pain which quickly transitioned into an intense pleasure. The first time was always confusing, but as long as it was taken slow, the pain went away. "Oh fuck," Afton mirrored Ethan's exclamation, "You are so tight!"

He rocked against Ethan slowly at first, picking up his pace with the passionate moans he heard emanating from Ethan. He lost control when his partner spread his legs wider and grabbed his own dick to stroke himself while Afton rode him from behind. Grabbing Ethan's hips, he pounded into him like a man crazed and fucked him hard, forcing sensual sounds, some begging him to go faster, harder or just more. 

Ethan continued to mumble incoherently, but wasn't resisting. He threw himself into this with a gusto that spoke of pent up fantasies finally being fulfilled. Afton drove harder, using him passionately, thrusting into his virginal ass with aggression. Ethan grunted a feral sound, shook and then exploded again all with him moaning wildly. Oh yes, Ethan liked this very much.

The pressure around his cock was too much for Afton and he felt his balls tighten and then explode, unleashing all his cum into Ethan's body, his rectal muscles sucking him dry. It was the best orgasm he'd had in years.

After a moment of intimacy, Afton finally pulled out gently and watched as his cum dripped out of Ethan's stretched and relaxed ass. It was the sexiest sight he'd ever seen. It marked him as his... Afton's lover. 

"You liked it." It was a statement not a question.

A long pause, "Yes."

"Now I want you to compare your experiences. If you want more," he helped Ethan to turn around so he could kiss him but stopped just shy and finished, "call me. I am yours whenever you want me." He then slid down and suckled his dripping dick before moving quickly to leave.

He didn't give Ethan a chance to reply before he strode from the room leaving Ethan to pull himself back together and follow. As he smoothed his hair down on his face and tried to calm his racing heart, Ethan went in search of his date. He found Mary talking with a woman named Greta in the room on the far side of the house. When he approached she noticed something was wrong and sat up quickly. Greta on the other hand wore a secretively knowing smiling and nodded in appreciation. His flushed face and wild eyes gave him away.




Old Wounds, New Love Ch. 01



"Ethan, this is Greta," Mary said instead of asking what was wrong. She knew when to push Ethan and when to not. This was a not the right moment.

Greta extended her hand and said, "Nice to meet you Ethan. I have a feeling we'll be seeing quite a bit of each other."



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Old Wounds, New Love Ch. 02



Ethan woke the next morning to a constant ache in his ass that radiated down to his toes. It was a reminder of his shame, but he could never tell Mary. They'd come home late after the party and he went straight to bed after taking a long hot shower to try and scrub the smell of Afton off his skin. The emotional journey of what just happened had been too much. Not to mention Afton ignored him for the rest of the night. That was hurtful and confusing. Why would he have sex with someone in his study and then, what he was through? Was that how this worked? You fucked and then ditched your lovers? No way. Ethan wouldn't be like that, regardless if a part of him craved more of what he'd just experienced.

Mary rolled over to drape her arm across his bare chest and he had a wave of revulsion. She'd tried to have sex last night but it didn't work out so well. He'd convinced himself he was just spent which was why he couldn't get hard for her. That or he just wasn't interested. Either way, she wouldn't let up so he allowed her to give him a blow job, but the entire time, Ethan compared her to the mind blowing experience with Afton. Mary had a difficult time brining him to orgasm until he envisioned Afton's mouth suckling his long shaft; his tongue lapping at his tip. Scary that brought him to a violent explosion.

He was ashamed. He should keep his attention on Mary and not crave a man. He shouldn't. He couldn't...but he did. 

Ethan hated the sick fact he had enjoyed any of a male on male experience and thought the only way to get over this was to just put it behind him. Yet each time he moved and his ass hurt, he was reminded that ten inches of male cock had been sheathed there. And he'd liked it. A lot.

He showered, dressed and was in the tiny NY studio kitchen by the time Mary woke up around 7am. She had to work today so rushed through her routine of getting ready and breezing out the door to the coffee shop. This left Ethan alone with his thoughts and he worried he go insane if left alone all day. Greta had slipped him a card before he left, on the front it was a typical business card for Afton, but the back it had a hand written note, reminding him that once Ethan made up his mind, to give him a call on his personal line which he included.

Ethan now toyed with the card, twirling it between his fingers but resisted picking up the phone. What did that make him if he did? Gay? No, he wasn't gay. He was straight. Wasn't he? The pleasurable ache in his ass reminded him he'd had a dick impaling him and it was a shocking realization that he couldn't be straight, not after that. He'd come three times! He never came three times – ever. Yet Afton had brought him there, again and again without much provocation. 

Shit!

This sucked and he felt nothing by turbulent confusion. What was he to do now?

By ten O'clock he had lost all resistance and he picked up the phone. Before he could stop himself, his fingers were dialing Afton's private number while his hands shook uncontrollably. He no longer knew what he was doing or why, he was just doing.

"Afton Finemoore," the deep sexy voice said with a slight accent. 

Ethan hung up.

He dialed again a moment later.

"Afton Finemoore," the voice was more annoyed.

Ethan hung up again.

His phone buzzed in his hand and he saw it was Afton calling him back and he panicked. Did he answer it? If he didn't it would go to voicemail and Afton would know it was him being a chicken shit. He had to answer. "Hello Afton," Ethan said defeated after hitting the green button.

"Hanging up on me isn't considered polite."

Ethan's head hung low while he ran the fingers of his free hand through his messy hair. "I know. I'm sorry. I just wasn't sure what to say."

"Try, 'hello' next time," Afton teased on a more playful voice. "Have you thought about what I proposed?"

"Yes." Single words seemed to be all he could choke out at the moment.

"Passcode on the gate is 8890. I am here and not going anywhere. I have cleared my calendar of all meetings anyway to relax after the fundraiser."

Ethan felt a chill of anticipation down his spin and shivered. "I don't know if I can come."

"Then don't. I hope you change your mind, but I won't force you. Just know, last night was the most mind numbing experience for me and I'd selfishly like to see where this goes." 

Ethan could hear that Afton walked outside when the wind blew over the cell phone speaker. He envisioned him pacing around, maybe standing on his private balcony. 

After a long pause, Afton sighed in frustration. "Why did you call, Ethan?" 

"I guess I needed to talk to you. I don't understand what has happened." His shoulders slumped as he gave into the feeling of defeat.

Afton recognized his dilemma, filling his voice with a soft compassion. "I really do understand what you're dealing with. "

"I don't think you do. I came here to propose to Mary and I find myself having sex on a desk with a man."

"Mind numbing sex," he corrected, "And I was fifteen when I had my first experience. I had a girlfriend, was captain of the wrestling team and a total jock. I was supposed to take a job in my father's office and get married. But all that changed when I encountered a wrestler from another school alone in the locker room one night and he liberated me from the lie I'd been living. I felt your shame, humiliation and pain. While I worked through it, I thought my life was over. But once I accepted my new reality that I craved men, for the first time in my life, I felt free. Would you say my life is ruined?"

Ethan frowned, "No."

"It's not. Listen, my pool is calling me, so I am going to hang up. You have what you need if you change your mind." Afton paused and added, "I hope you do. Good-bye Ethan." 

Ethan looked down at the disconnected call. Afton had ended the discussion before he could say anything else. It was arrogant and powerful. It made him want to rush over there and finish what he had to say, but Ethan knew that would be a mistake. He should take Mary out for a nice dinner instead. That only made him anxious and his mind kept drifting the handsome European looking man with an athlete's physique. He wanted Afton.

The clock jumped into his vision, blinking 10:30 at him. It was like a reminder that Mary would be home around 3 and that made his stomach churn. He couldn't face her right now, not when he was this confused. Passcode on the gate is 8890. I am here and not going anywhere. I have cleared my calendar. Afton had given him the freedom to choose to come to him and the tools to do so. Now he just needed to find the courage to go.

Gripping his hair in frustration, Ethan yelled loudly, cursing over and over. He wanted to go. He felt compelled to go. He craved the man that sat by a pool. He was standing before he knew it and grabbed his jacket and keys. Upon inspection, he realized he had just enough cash for a cab before racing out the door to hail one in the street. 

He trembled violently for a few minutes as the adrenaline raced through his bloodstream. When he finally calmed down, he realized he hadn't left a note for Mary and called her cell. "Hey, Mary. I forgot to leave a note at home, but I am out running an errand and won't be back for a few hours. I will call you later. Love you," he closed and hit end on the call.

The cab driver parked at the gate and turned around, "You want to be dropped off here?"

"No, pull forward and I'll type in the code." He did and the massive iron gates swung open and his heart beat erratically. What exactly was he doing here? Did he expect Afton to erase all these erotic feelings that made him feel dirty? Or was he hoping Afton would pleasure him like he had last night? That thought had his dick hard in an instant and he realized he wished for the latter. He craved having sex again with the man and that scared the shit out of Ethan.

The toll on the meter blinked $30.00 so Ethan handed the man $40 and waved him off. "Thanks," he said as he exited and watched as the man drove off. Now he was stuck. He couldn't do anything but walk up to the door now. Walking home was out of the question and he had no more money to hire another cap to take him back if he changed his mind. Taking a deep breath, he walked up the steps and rang the doorbell. 

An older man answered, "Mr. Finemoore is waiting for you by the pool."

Ethan choked, "H-he expected me?"

"Of course, sir. If you will follow me."

Oh my God Ethan thought. What the hell am I doing?

Out on the back patio, Ethan could see the pool down below. It was a large Olympic size black bottomed pool with a tribal design in blue tiles in the center. From here, he could see the symbol clearly. But he wasn't staring at the pool for too long. The tan and well muscular man lounging naked next to the pool had his full attention. And his body responded by throbbing to a hard erection. He was sleek, sexy and exuded a raw sexuality that few men had. Afton Finemoore was a supermodel and he wanted Ethan.

Afton hadn't heard him arrive yet and rested with his head back, eyes closed drinking in the afternoon sun. His cock was rock hard and rested against his stomach while he casually stroked it as if he imagined it were someone else's hand caressing him.

When Ethan turned, the older man was gone and he was left alone. The instruction was clear – he should go down. Slowly at first, his feet carried him down until he stood at the base of the stairs, gripping the railing with a white knuckled hold. 

Afton looked up, paused and then a sexy smile promising all sorts of pleasure curled at his lips. "Ethan."

"I really don't know what I am doing here, Afton. I just need answers and you're the only person who can give them to me."

Afton stood, his erection bouncing from the movement. It was so large that it didn't remain flat against his chest but pointed outward, directly at Ethan. There was a glistening on the tip as if he had been aroused by whatever he'd been thinking and a clear substance pooled there. "I am glad you came. I was just thinking about you."

"Y-you w-were?" Ethan stammered, his heart beat faster.

"I was." Afton approached with the grace of a stalking cat. Every muscle rippled and his eyes never left his prey. "You're over dressed for a day at the pool." When he stopped before Ethan, his long fingered hand caressed his cheek, trailing down to torso until he tugged at the shirt. "Why don't you come and join me?"

"Can we talk for awhile first?" Hell, he sounded so weak!

"Of course, by the pool though. I don't want to stand around or go back inside. It's too nice of a day to waste." Before Ethan could resist, Afton took his hand and led him back to the chase where he'd been laying and pushed Ethan to a sitting position. He then straddled behind him and began massaging Ethan's shoulders. Ethan let him. "What did you want to talk about?"

Ethan melted under the massage and leaned back into Afton's strong hands. He felt his dick thicken, pressing against his jeans. So he adjusted to give it more space. "You."

"Ah, my favorite topic," Afton purred, his hands dipping over Ethan's shoulder, down his strong chest to where he toyed with Ethan's erect nipples. "But in this case, I'd rather talk about you."

Ethan couldn't speak. The sensation of Afton's hands on his chest was driving him to insanity. He turned his face to say something and found Afton's lips waiting, claiming him and stealing his words with a sizzling caress of his tongue. Ethan moaned.

When Afton released him, he smiled, "That is what I thought. You don't need words right now. You need touch. Lay back."

Afton shifted so he stretched out on the chase and invited Ethan to between his legs. Ethan complied. The fabric of Ethan's clothing chafed, but the pressure of his body against his raging hard on helped to ease some of his need to be touched. He then wrapped his arms around Ethan's chest beginning a slow exploration of his body, starting with the chest. Afton rubbed, stroked and finally slipped a hand under the fabric of his shirt to trace the hard ridges of Ethan's muscles. "You've an incredible chest."

Ethan leaned his head father back against Afton and closed his eyes. He hated himself for feeling any sort of pleasure from this, but he did and felt his hips pumping, begging Afton to go lower. Afton was toying with him though, and wouldn't touch his thick cock. He spent a considerable amount of time rubbing his chest instead.

"Can I take this off now?" Afton asked in a heated voice. He tugged at Ethan's shirt again. "It's uncomfortable."

Ethan only nodded. He couldn't even open his eyes to look at the gorgeous man seducing him. 

Once Afton had it off, he made a tortured throaty sound that made caused Ethan's stomach and balls to tighten. It was a sound of pure desire and it made Ethan want to fuck him. He hated himself to admit it was a sound he wanted to hear again.

Afton continued a slow and lazy tickling of his now bare skin, but didn't talk. Instead, he let Ethan feel the sensations that caused his groin to push out of the top of his jeans.

Ethan couldn't stand the silence and asked softly, "What does this mean, Afton? Why am I feeling this way?"

Afton was beside himself. His dick throbbed, his ass craved invasion and his mouth watered with anticipation of tasting Ethan again. "You like men, more importantly, you like me."

"Am I gay?" He whispered, but that turned into a soft moan when Afton twisted his nipple gently. He liked that. A lot.

"Could be. You could also be Bi, too. I don't really care right now. You are here, I want you and you," he passed his hand over Ethan's throbbing cock, "want me."

Ethan convulsed with pleasure at the feeling of Afton's strong hand caressing his dick. "Oh God, what is wrong with me?"

"Nothing." Afton lowered his face to suckle the sensitive skin along his shoulder and bit down gently. He loved how responsive Ethan was and toyed with that for a while longer. He wanted the man practically exploding when he fucked him again. He also wanted to reciprocate today, not like last night that was all about seduction. He wanted, no needed to be fucked as well.

"I shouldn't like this."

"You should. It's who you are." Another sensual kiss along his neck caused Ethan to turn his head to allow him more access. It made Afton smile.

"How did your family react when you discovered you were gay?" This had been gnawing at Ethan in addition to the shame of feeling any sort of attraction to the gorgeous man. 

Afton sighed against his skin and wrapped his arms around Ethan's torso to hold him. "Not well. My parents were immigrants from Ireland and were extremely devout. They didn't accept my choice and kicked me out when I was 17. I have found my own way since. I finished High School, got into college and made a new life for myself without them in it."

"Don't you miss them?" Ethan turned enough to look into Afton's insanely green eyes.

"Yes and no. I didn't get along with them anyway. They were content to be poor, and I wanted to be rich. I am happier now than I ever was, to be honest. I've also found some amazing friends who are loyal and strong, people I can rely on in a pinch. I could never with my family."

"I would miss my family," Ethan stated sadly.

"Do they love you?" 

"Of course!"

"Mine didn't, so the rejection was simple. If your family loves you, they will eventually understand. Choosing an alternative lifestyle doesn't taint you, Ethan. It makes you stronger because now you are free to be who you should actually be. No more hiding, no more lies."

"I don't know. They are devout, too."

"Yeah, that might be harder to crack, but you have to be true to yourself. Are you living this life for them or for you?"

Ethan thought about this and released a tortured sound. "Me."

Afton grinned, slipping his hand under Ethan's waistband and squeezed his hard dick. "Then let me take your pants off."

"Oh fuck, I want you to, God I do, but shit, I don't know if I can, Afton," he waffled in shame. 

"I won't hurt you, Ethan. I am one of the people who will catch you when you fall. Trust me," he said with possessive arousal that wormed through Ethan's resolve.

Ethan turned his tormented face up wearing a confused expression. "You were gay when you started seducing me, I am just finding out what I am!"

Another squeeze on Ethan's dick sent the man into a writhing mass as he rolled off the chase to stand before Afton breathing hard. The tip of his cock poked out of the top of his pants and was purple with the strain of being this engorged.

Reaching up, Afton traced the length with his finger, toying with the slit at the tip. The teasing promised incredible pleasure. This intention was mirrored in Afton's eyes and Ethan couldn't fight this any longer. He ripped off his jeans, stepping of them. When he was about to pull his boxers down, Afton stopped him.

"Wait, let me." Sitting up, Afton took hold of the elastic band and slowly, with extreme care, pulled the garment down. Ethan's cock sprang free and was immediately captured in Afton's waiting mouth. He sucked, licked and devoured him, enticing the blond man to let go of his inhibitions. When he felt Ethan's balls tighten firmly, he knew he'd succeeded, which of course caused him to release another heated sound in his throat.

Ethan stood holding onto to Afton's hair, pumping in perfect unison to the motion of Afton's mouth. His head was thrown back and loud grunts emanated from his throat as Afton swallowed him completely again. This is exactly what he needed and lost himself in the overwhelming experience. He felt powerful and alive. Ethan had no idea that a blow job to feel so damn good! He couldn't stand it any longer and pinned Afton in place while he unloaded his release with an anguished grunt of completion. It felt so good that it almost hurt. It took four waves of orgasm before his balls had emptied and loosened his grip on Afton's hair.

There were tears in Ethan's eyes when their heated gazes locked. "That shouldn't feel so damn good."

"Stop feeling ashamed. You deserve to enjoy this life to the fullest and if making love with me gives you that, so fucking what?" He stood up, pulling Ethan into a tender embrace followed by delivering a teasing kiss that promised so much more. "I need to take a swim." He didn't wait for a reply, taking two steps and then dove into the cool water. 

Ethan guiltily watched his sleek body slide into the pool and felt his dick twitch. Afton's paler skin stood out against the black bottom as he swam through the water to the far side. Ethan didn't need an invitation and jumped in less gracefully, moving quickly towards the object of his desire.

Afton was waiting for him in the shallow end, sitting on a bench just below the surface. His arms were extended out to his sides while he watched Ethan approach with a feral hunger. "Come here," he purred.

Ethan followed like a moth to a flame and flowed into Afton's arms and lips as he was thoroughly kissed into further submission. They remained like this, changing positions a few times, and who controlled the kiss, but they were both heated to a frenzied state. Their hands stroked each of their bodies, while their cocks slide against bare flesh. It was maddening. Afton needed more.

"I want more than a blow job today. I need to bury myself in your tight body again." He reached outside the pool to a box in the cement and pulled out a butt plug similar to the one used last night. He kept toys out here for this exact reason – he loved to screw in the pool. "I need you, Ethan," he stated, his voice tight with aroused need. "Turn around and hold onto the edge."

Ethan didn't even think about it and turned around, offering his ass to Afton. He found it slightly amusing that he was so eager. He was a farmer by trade, strong and robust. He enjoyed doing sports and playing football with the ranch hands during breaks. Yet he reacted with wanton need, offering his body up without much resistance. 




Old Wounds, New Love Ch. 02



"Of crap, you drive me insane," Afton mumbled as he oiled up the toy and Ethan's ass before pushing the plug in. It was as strong ass, once formed from hard labor. There was resistance but he pushed through knowing the sphincter would release in a moment. 

Ethan bit his lower lip to not bellow out in pain. It hurt. "Oh fuck," he finally ground out. 

"The pain will pass, similar to it did last night. I rushed it, not preparing you like I did before, but I can't wait. I need to have you, Ethan. You have me ready to explode."

While he waited for Ethan to adjust he moved over to another bench, which allowed him to kneel with a good portion of his body out of the water. His ten inch cock was straining for release and his balls tight little mounds. "I need you to fuck me while we wait."

Ethan paled, "W-what?"

"Take me, Ethan. Now." He completed oiling his ass and stuck a two fingers in to loosen himself up. "Come here so I can oil you."

"Afton, this is going a little fast," he hesitated, but when he saw the demanding need in Afton's eyes, he moved closer to kneel behind the incredibly tight ass spread before him. He tentatively rimmed the hole allowing one, then two fingers to slide in. Ethan was blown away by the reaction the received from Afton who gasping out in absolute pleasure. So he did it again, this time adding a third finger. It felt so different from a woman's body yet this was just as enjoyable. He lost himself in the act, pushing comparisons out of his mind in order to throw himself into this. He came here after all, he should try to explore what it meant.

Afton pushed the oil into his hands and frantically motioned for Ethan to lube up. "Now take me hard, Ethan. I need it rough, hot and passionate. I need your thick cock to fill me and I want my farmer boy to do it."

Ethan hesitated, three fingers plowing in his ass. "Afton, I'm scared. I've never done this before and this takes my situation to a whole new level."

"Stop thinking and fuck me!" Afton was beyond crazed, his dick throbbed and his balls burned. He needed to cum and soon.

Ethan debated a moment longer, finally accepting he needed to find out whether he enjoyed sex with a man and pressed his engorged head into Afton's hole, feeling the sucking sensation as the cap popped past the sphincter. And then he inhaled sharply at how much he enjoyed it as Afton's body swallowed him, all the way to the base with such warmth and velvet softness that Ethan knew he'd never go back to be satisfied with just women. This far surpassed any girl he'd ever fucked. He pulled out, pushed back in and listened to the mewing noises Afton made demanding he go faster, pump harder. He did. He slammed into Afton with a force that should have brought pain, but instead Afton hissed in pleasure, stroking his own dick for added stimulation.

Ethan didn't like him touching himself, so he reached around to rub with firm strokes Afton's large and hard cock.

"Oh hell," Afton moaned, "I can't hold it," he growled, pushing back against Ethan with a force that again, should have hurt him. Cum exploded into the pool in thick waves of white froth. He unloaded a ton and kept going as Ethan continued to pound him from behind. 

The entire encounter lasted ten minutes, but it was the most erotic ten minutes of Ethan's life.

"Oh fuck," Ethan mumbled his favorite line. 

"Yeah, oh fuck," Afton mimicked. "That was beyond incredible. Are you sure you're a virgin?" He was still panting hard, but his flushed face turned to give Ethan a wicked playful glare. "You can take me anytime you wish."

He stared at their joined bodies, for his hard cock was still embedded deep in Afton's ass. It was the strangest sensation to see this, but somehow it felt right. There was no shame in seeing his cock buried in Afton and there was no guilt. Right now, all he felt was a need to cum, and he hadn't yet. "I need to finish," he announced, picking up a tempo that had Afton growling and cussing loudly with colorful exclamations of gratification. The water around them became turbulent as well, slapping against the sides of the pool as Ethan rocked into Afton's body. The pace and thickness of Ethan's cock sent him over the again into another orgasm, adding to the cream already floating on the surface.

Ethan allowed him to recover briefly before diving into his own completion. But Afton halted him. "Stop," Afton begged trying to pull back, "I want to feel you now. Sit over here and hold your legs up like this," he demonstrated and waited for Ethan to move into position. Then he removed the plug, lubed up and pushed in to the base. "Oh hell, you are my dream God, Ethan. I knew there was a reason I fell for you so hard." Ethan's ass was heaven on earth and fit Afton's girth perfectly. Not one inch remained unsheathed after he slowly pushed deeply into the virginal ass. The plug worked its magic and allowed Afton's larger cock to slide in and out without resistance. He watched his lover though, holding his sensual gaze as each penetration brought on a new ecstasy. Ethan was enjoying this and his eyes radiated pure and utter delight. He was clearly a convert to such recreation and Afton planned on exploiting this frequently.

While he pumped into him, Afton stroked Ethan's cock while cupping his tight balls. His lover needed to cum soon or he'd be in pain. In synchronized motions, he pumped, stroked and fucked Ethan to a mumbling state of bliss as he exploded hard into his orgasm. White ribbons shot out and splashed on Ethan's cheek, neck and chest. Another wave covered his abdomen. Another his chest again. Afton wanted to see if he could have experience one on the heels of this explosion and ground deep while wickedly stroking his still hard cock. To his surprise, another hot wave of pleasure shot out and landed amongst the other mess, which Afton smeared through Ethan's thin chest hair. "That was sexy."

Ethan laid his head back and released a sound of satisfaction that was a cross between a purr and a growl. He felt so complete lying like this with Afton but he was still ashamed he wanted more, so much more. He knew his thoughts of this attraction being a phase were far from his mind, especially with the man moving in perfect unison with him. All he wanted was Afton, making love to him and making him feel incredible.

Afton smiled, resuming at a much slower pace, gently luring Ethan to the edge of ecstasy again. Three times he brought him to the precipice only to stop, fighting the urge to pound hard yet resisting. On the fourth time, he let his lover fall over and drank in the incredible sensation of the loud yell of delight Ethan bellowed. Ethan's body gripped him hard, holding on while his muscles quaked from the effort of his orgasm. It was what Afton needed to hear and feel, forcing him to follow Ethan, mirroring the erotically emotional release.

Trembling, they both lay intimately connected while the aftershocks of their lovemaking waned. Afton broke the silence first with a deeply blissful laugh. "You are something else. It's been a long time since I've found another man I've wanted to please more than myself. You make me want to serve you just to see a smile on your face."

Ethan stilled, his smile faltering into a look of concern. 

Afton pulled out and frowned. He slipped into the pool and stood in the shallow water a few feet away. That was not the reaction he was expecting after such a wild shared experience. "What did I say?"

"Nothing. Well, actually, it's not what you said but what it means. Afton, I feel the same way and it confuses me, scares me even. You have the benefit of understanding all of this and can immediately embrace what you're feeling. Me? I feel like a freak. I was raised to belief only that men marry women. I came here to follow that dream and found you." Ethan leaned up and smiled warmly. "And I am glad I did, don't get me wrong, but what I am feeling for you, this craving, this insane need that drives me to do actions normally outside of my morals." He moved quickly when he read the hurt these words generated in Afton's eyes. "Let me finish before you freak out. This is all new to me and it is shaking my world at the foundation. But..."he moved even closer and slipped into the water to float before Afton. "I came here for you. I bared my soul for you and I would do it all over again; every day if needed. And I would do it again, just to see a smile on your face."

Afton relaxed, exhaling loudly. "I will fall in love with you, Ethan. Are you prepared for that? I've not fallen in love in a very long time for fear of being hurt again. But when I love, I love hard. So if you're not ready for that, now's the time to speak up."

"I don't know if I am or not. All I know is how I feel right now," Ethan whispered, touching Afton's cheek.

"And what is that?"

"I want you."

They kissed passionately for sometime while their naked bodies rubbed against each other in the water. Reluctantly, they both realized that their fingers were puckering and they should probably get out of the pool for awhile. Afton swam back over to the chase in the sun and climbed out, much more relaxed then he'd been in years. Ethan followed.

But when they got out of the pool, both men froze at the edge. Afton immediately laughed, but Ethan remained rooted staring in horror at the woman sitting before them with Cheshire grin. Greta lounged on a chase farther back so they hadn't seen her on their return. She sat in a black string bikini and a large sun hat with huge black sunglasses on her face hiding her eyes. Afton knew her too well, though, and knew her eyes were wet with tears.

"That was by far the most beautiful union of two people I've ever seen. You guys should film yourselves and sell your experiences." She stood up and approached Afton, "And it's about time you loved again. I've been worried you'd never find happiness." To Ethan she warned, "If you hurt him, I will hunt you down myself."

Ethan held up his hands with a laugh, "No promises, but I don't have any intentions to hurt him."

Afton, with his taller frame and physique pulled Ethan into an embrace from behind, hugging him tight. "She's wicked mean, so don't piss her off."

"Don't you know it," Greta teased. "I had lunch brought out, but you two were otherwise occupied. I think you both should eat, considering," she shrugged.

Afton grabbed a towel to wrap around his waist and tossed one to Ethan. "Excellent idea. Hey, how was your date anyway? I forgot to ask last night."

Greta hissed, "Awful. I might have to marry him anyway. Turns out he's twenty years older than me, but according to my dad, his 'bloodlines' are blueblood. All I have to do is pump out a few kids and then I can divorce this guy. I can do that."

Ethan watched this exchange with revulsion. This was yet another threat to his carefully stacked morals. He had a lot to learn.

"Hey Ethan," Afton asked after the food was served and they were happily eating chilled lobster salad. "What are you going to do about Mary?"

His fork clattered the table with surprise. "Oh shit."

"Come live here, with me," Afton offered. 

"She'll be pissed. She'll tell my family. I'm not ready for this yet, Afton."

"Then don't tell her. Tell her I offered you a job as my personal assistant. Tell her I need you here all the time. No one needs to know until you're ready."

Relief washed over his face as he evaluated his surprising new lover. "You'd be okay with that? I mean, hiding?"

"What did I just say to you out there? I would do anything for you," Afton's voice became gruff with a new seriousness that startled Ethan. That hint an Irish accent was back.

"You might want to eat up, when Afton loves, Afton loves. You need all the energy you can get," Greta whispered joyfully before taking another bite of food. "Hope you can keep up."

Afton smiled at that statement but didn't deny it. He did have a deep appetite and an insane stamina that many couldn't tolerate. "What do you say? Will you come live with me?"

Ethan didn't even need to take a breath, "Yes."

 Until the next chapter 



Old Wounds, New Love Ch. 03



Afton watched Greta leave a few hours later with a growing apprehension. Yes, he'd asked Ethan to move in, but the constant fear of his past lingered. Now that his female friend had departed, he'd be alone with Ethan again and he was afraid that he'd lose his heart once and for all. 

Afton turned to look at the blond man standing in the living room looking at more of the pictures hung on the wall; pictures of Afton's life. He signed. 

Afton knew he had to face his fears; the sooner the better. He wanted Ethan; that much was clear. Now he needed to push through the panic that rose up inside about allowing another man so deeply inside his world again.

Ethan had put back on his jeans but left his chest bare. His torso was white where his arms were tanned, with the stereo typical 'farmer's tan' marking the point he worked outdoors. Thick, curved muscles defined his abdomen, causing a line to force the eye towards this groin. Ethan was rugged, handsome and his sexuality wafted off him even as he stood quietly in thought.

Afton approached silently, trying to locate the picture Ethan stared at so intently. It was of a fishing trip Afton had taken to Alaska a few years back with a man he'd just met. Both men grinned at the camera while Afton hefted a large salmon before him. 

"Christopher caught a halibut that day," Afton spoke softly from over Ethan shoulder startling him.

"Was he someone important to you?" 

Afton frowned. Yes, he had been at the time, but not any longer, so he lied. "Not really. It was a brief, passionate affair, but it was doomed to come to an end." He shifted closer to the warmth of Ethan, leaning down to kiss his shoulder. "Why do you ask?"

Ethan shrugged. "You look happy."

"I was, at the time. He and I met on that trip and had only one time together before he returned to his normal life. I found out shortly after this picture was taken, that he was married with a family."

Ethan turned quickly to stare into Afton's saddened glazed over eyes. "What?"

It was Afton's turn to shrug, "It happens from time to time. Christopher had known he was gay for quite some time, but couldn't tell his wife. He loved his family too much. So he explored his other sexuality frequently. He would tell her he was on a business trip or something and find a lover for a week or two. We met in Anchorage on this chartered fishing trip, but went our separate ways once the boat docked. Short, but sweet."

"So," Ethan shuffled his feet, "You didn't love him?"

"Gods no. Deeply attracted? Yes." It was an interesting question, so Afton delved. "Does the idea of me loving someone else bother you?" It was a very sexy thought.

Ethan flinched, moving away to stare at another picture of Afton skydiving. "Maybe." That confession confused him greatly, solidifying the wild emotions that rolled through his body. He wasn't ready to brand himself gay yet, but the strong urges to be with Afton pushed all fears to the wayside.

"I love you, Ethan. I won't lie and that statement gives me the hives just thinking that I could go there only after the brief time I've known you."

Ethan turned innocently to look at him. "It scares me more that I could love you back."

Knowing this was a huge stepping stone for Ethan, Afton knew he shouldn't gloat, but he did. A wide grin split his face, closing the distance between them. "I like the sound of that."

Ethan snorted, "I still don't understand any of this."

"You will, in time. For now, why don't you call Mary and I will just go take a quick shower to get cleaned up. I will lay out towels for you as well, and some clean clothes. I might have some sweats that will fit you ."

The idea of calling Mary made Ethan's stomach curl. "She's going to be pissed." This was followed by a wave of guilt for he knew he was cheating on her.

"About you getting a job? Unlikely."

As he turned back to the photos on the wall, Ethan frowned. Afton didn't know her like he did. "She'll have questions. She'll want to come here and stay with me or worse, hang around. She'll notice what's really going on."

Slipping his arms around Ethan's waist to rest his chin on his shoulder, Afton whispered, "Then tell her she can't come here."

Just the physical touch of Afton's arms around him caused his cock to stiffen. He needed to have his full attention on the current situation, not get sidetracked with erotic fantasies about what his lover's body could do to him. "Go take your shower and I will make my call. The sooner I get this over with the faster I can move past it."

Afton gave one final squeeze before releasing him to head upstairs. He stripped down, stepped into the steaming spray and let the water wash over him while his thoughts careened out of control. He hadn't planned on meeting Ethan or falling in love, but both had happened. Now he had to embrace it. His past was the past, with Ethan his future. A tall, muscular blond future. For the first time in ten years, Afton felt excited about going there again.

Ethan hit end on the call and sighed. It went as good as he thought. Mary was frustrated and angry that he was 'leaving her'. He explained it was temporary and would give her a call in a few days to check in, but for the time being, he needed to attend to his new employers needs. He just didn't give details on what those needs were. Now he stood on the threshold of Afton's gigantic bathroom and watched the Godlike man stand naked in a steaming shower with one hand resting on the wall while the water wetted his entire body. He looked sad, as if he battled some memory that wasn't pleasant and hoped the water would wash it away. 

Seeing him standing there, though, like a supermodel in a naughty commercial was overwhelming. Ethan felt a wave of arousal, giving in to the urge immediately. Just before he could undress, Afton looked up, pinning Ethan in place.

Afton inhaled sharply. Finding his handsome farmer admiring him was too much. Ethan leaned against the doorframe in nothing but an old pair of jeans with a raging hard on bulging at the crotch. It dragged a tortured moan from Afton's throat.

Ethan reacted, unbuttoning his jeans, sliding them off his hips to reveal the defined muscles along his lower abdomen. As they cleared his body, his hard dick sprang free announcing his intent. After stepping out of them, he moved to the shower, opened the door and stepped in.

"You look so sad," he mumbled, running his hands down Afton's slick chest. The water made his skin silky soft. 

"Just remembering a few things that were unpleasant," he replied gruffly, but his tone was heated with need.

"Because of me?" Ethan asked, pushing Afton back so his shoulders hit the cold tiles. There he pinned him with his body as he looked deeply into his eyes.

"Yes, but not what you think. I was hurt once by someone who I loved deeply. I am just afraid of going there again. Yet I can't resist you, Ethan. You have been all I thought about since I saw you in the coffee shop."

"Stop thinking," Ethan growled before claiming his mouth in a searing kiss that buckled Afton's knees. It wasn't very often he submitted to a lover. He normally was in control, so this turn about was confusing.

Ethan didn't stop there, kissing along Afton's chin, neck and shoulder. His hands toyed with his waist, and ass, moving up to finger his nipples. It was so strange to be making love to another body that wasn't female, but the motions were the same. He touched generously, exploring every inch of the model like body on display before him.

Afton leaned his head back against the wall and closed his eyes. It had been too long since someone paid homage to his body as he'd done countless times to others. He had to force himself to stand still while his lover devoured him, inch by inch. When Ethan's mouth closed over his right nipple, a feral sound rumbled in his throat, but he didn't pull away.

"I have a lot to learn," Ethan mumbled, "and you'll teach me, right?"

"Oh God, yes," Afton moaned.

"Good. There's one thing I haven't tried yet and I want to now." While he spoke, he slid a hand down to stroke Afton's large cock softly, finding him more than ready. Kneeling down, he practically slithered down Afton's body which put his dick at eye level. The water from the shower soaked him, running in rivulets down his face and chest. Small channels of water also ran freely down Afton's toned stomach, and it was an incredible turn on to see him standing there, looking down into Ethan's face with such hopeful longing in his eyes. 

"What are you doing?"

Ethan tore his gaze away from Afton's green eyes to stare at the dick straining before him. "This," he whispered and then took the tip of Afton into his mouth. 

Afton cried out, immediately gripping Ethan's wet hair in both hands. 

Ethan played with the tip for a moment, lapping at the salty flavor of the pre cum that appeared. More followed what he licked off, and he decided he liked the flavor tremendously. Whispers of Mary's complaints that it was too gross drifted through his mind, but he chased them away. He wasn't here with Mary and it was he who was sucking Afton's dick. And he liked it.

He allowed more to enter his mouth but realized he could only take in a few inches before he gagged. Pulling away, Ethan looked up at Afton with worry. "This looks a lot easier when you're watching someone else do it. I don't know how to do it right."

"Do what you can now and I will teach you how to accept all of me later," Afton answered with a desperate tone. He wanted whatever Ethan had to give and wouldn't allow him to stop, not now. 

Ethan took about four inches back into his mouth where he lovingly devoured Afton, brining him to a shaking mess standing in the shower. More pre cum bathed the inside of his mouth, prompting Ethan to suck hard, which dragged another tortured cry from Afton. 

Using his tongue he licked the entire shaft, bobbing on the tip for a few minutes before dropping down to give attention to his tight balls. They were shaved smooth, and the sensation of licking them sent a wild thrill through Ethan's own groin. He should hate this, but he couldn't find a good enough reason to stop what he was doing. So he attacked Afton with a new fervor. 

In his passion, Ethan reached out to grip Afton's ass in one hand, pulling his body closer. He'd reclaimed the amazing cock and had been sucking so the motion pushed more length into his throat past his gag reflex. 

Afton noticed and pounced, pushing further in, forcing more into Ethan's mouth. Then he pulled back a little and pushed back in, slowly fucking Ethan's mouth in a gently seduction. Again and again he did this until all ten inches disappeared. Afton felt twinges of an orgasm when he looked down. Ethan's eyes were locked on his, and he read no revulsion there. Instead he drank in the burning desire that bore into his soul. Afton continued to make love that gorgeous mouth with measured strokes. 

Ethan swallowed the thick cock down his throat amazed that he could do this at all. His jaw began to ache and so did his balls. Never in a million years would he envision himself kneeling before a man in a shower, naked and sucking on his dick. Never. But he was and it aroused him like never before. He reached down and stroked his own shaft, pumping in time with the sensual dance he and Afton moved to. 

Feeling Afton inside him like this was too much. Before Ethan could register what built within him, he came. Hard. Splatters landed on the tiles between Afton's feet, but neither noticed. The moan he released in pleasure vibrated around Afton's cock buried in his throat sent the man over the edge. 

He gripped Ethan's head, forcing him to remain right where he was as he released an animalistic sound as he came deep in his lover's throat. 

Shaking violently, Afton finally released him and collapsed to the shower floor. He couldn't stand any longer. "I wasn't expecting that."

Ethan gave a nervous laugh as he leaned forward to kiss Afton. "Do you think I did?"

"You followed me into the shower, so yeah," he teased, accepting the loving kiss that Ethan offered. "Thank you, though."

"You're welcome."

Afton took over the kiss, rolling Ethan onto his back on the ground. There he continued to love him while running his hands over the hard muscles of his torso and groin. When the water began to get colder, he finally allowed Ethan to breathe. "We should get out."

Regretfully, Ethan agreed.

Back in the bedroom, Ethan stopped while towel drying his hair to stare at the massive four poster bed dominating the room. The décor was definitely masculine, with dark earth tones, but there was also a feminine feeling to the space. As if a woman had designed it.

Afton picked up on his reaction, "Greta did most of the decorations. She's an interior designer and for her final project in design school, I allowed her to do this," he waved his hand around. "I liked it so much, I've not changed it."

The feeling was so Afton, right down to the large antique armoire, or the old writing desk in the corner. A wide bookcase held numerous titles along with more pictures depicting Afton's life. It was almost as if he needed to remind himself that he'd lived as if to validate his existence. Ethan wiggled his toes in the thick cream carpet under his feet with a smile. He liked this room.

"I designed the bed though. I've never used it with anyone, so you'll be the first," Afton commented as he moved over to the structure. 

Something in his tone jarred at Ethan, so he looked up sharply. "Why?"

"I don't bring my lovers up here. This is too private. I usually take them to one of the guest rooms down the hall." He remembered the night Carmen snuck up here and he'd been furious. This was his private domain and she'd soiled it. He had to change the sheets after that, switching from a forest green to this deep burgundy to erase the betrayal.

The pain in his voice was clear, making Ethan curious and possessively protective that someone could have hurt Afton at all. "What happened to you that made this sheltered? Who was he?"

"My best friend who I trusted. But it was a long time ago, and he used me. I've never quite recovered. As much as I try to get past it, the fear and pain come back."

Ethan wrapped his arms around Afton's trembling body and held on with all he had. "I won't hurt you, Afton."

Afton sniffed shoving him away. This weakness was not who Afton was. He'd not generated millions by being soft or easily broken. "I don't want to think about that right now. Here," he lifted a hand cuff that dangled off of one of the posters and looked dangerously down at Ethan. "I want to use these with you. Tie you up and take advantage of you for hours."

Ethan's cock jumped. "I've always wanted to try that, but I could never find a willing participant."

"Yes, well you have one, but it won't be a woman begging you to stop. It will be you, begging me. Get on the bed."

Ethan's heart rammed wildly in his chest. He was officially crazy for going along with this but his body needed Afton and his heart followed close behind. He climbed onto the soft bed and lay on his back, all the while he watched Afton with trusting eyes. 

Afton secured each wrist but left his legs free. "Have you never been tied up before?"

He thrust his hips up trying to reach Afton's mouth which hovered just over the engorged tip. "No."

"Good, another first," and then Afton pounced sucking on his cock brining Ethan close to an orgasm almost instantly.

He repeated his sensual play, but wouldn't allow Ethan to cum. He brought him to the edge, broke off and waited for his lover to respond. After a half hour Ethan was begging, after an hour he was pleading for release.

He looked into Ethan's crazed eyes with a smile. Three fingers were spreading him wide, preparing him for what came next. Forcing Ethan's legs up over his shoulders, Afton licked down the back of his thighs and suckled his balls that were exposed to his enjoyment. Ethan's hard dick lay flat against his stomach while his ass begged to be touched. 

Using his finger, Afton rimmed the opening, watching as the muscle responded with a flutter. It wanted to be spread, so he gave in using three of his fingers. He worked Ethan into frenzy but still wouldn't let him cum.

Ethan was wild with need now, promising all sorts of things to get Afton to allow him to release the pressure. His desperate pleading fell on deaf ears as Afton leaned down and added his tongue to the attack, licking his way from his balls to this waiting hole. Ethan screamed wildly, panting and pulling at the binds. He couldn't move.

Afton toyed with this area for awhile, but he sensed Ethan's impeding orgasm and suddenly stopped. His heart raced, his cock throbbed. He was enjoying this tremendously. 

"Please, Afton, no more. Make love to me!"

"With pleasure," he replied with a gruffly heated voice thick with an Irish accent. He kneeled up to lube them both and then in one smooth motion, had his cock inserted and inching its way into Ethan's depth.

"Oh fuck!" Ethan yelled, throwing his head back as Afton's thick length slipped farther inside. He was so aroused that it wasn't going to take long until he lost control. He needed the release more than ever before.

Afton thrust his hips once, inserting another inch inside. Then he pulled out only to push in again. Three times he did this until he was buried to the hilt, panting from his own arousal. 

"Fuck me," Ethan growled, gyrating his own hips to feel more of Afton inside him. "Afton, please!"

Hard, fast and deep strokes followed, earning quite a few cries of desire to explode into the room from Afton. Ethan made viscous sounds, snarling like a beast but not out of anger. It was a wild hunger that drove him. Within moments he shouted as cum shot from his dick, gushing out in waves as Afton pushed through the orgasm. 

And Afton didn't stop. He made love to him until two more times he released on his chest before he himself allowed the freedom to fall over the edge to oblivion. With a toe curling release, Afton filled Ethan, pumping his offering into his depths while he grunted from the force. His hand gripped Ethan's hip with such strength that he knew there would be bruises in the morning. He didn't care.

Slowly, he pulled out to watch his leave Ethan's body. It was just as erotic as the first time they'd fucked, and he wasn't sure he'd ever tire of seeing it. Using his finger, he smeared it around the opening before looking up into Ethan's face to find his lover watching him. "You are something else. I could honestly say I never want to leave this bed ever again."

"Untie me," he demanded. 

"What?" Afton grinned, "You don't like what I'm doing?"

Ethan thrashed against the bindings, never breaking eye contact. "I want to touch you."

"Ah, but that would ruin the fun. I can torture you with pleasure until you are begging me for more."

"Afton," he warned.

Sighing loudly, Afton gave in. "Oh, all right. I was hoping to make love to you one more time. Hearing your response was quite stimulating."

Against his own will, Ethan's cock stiffened to a full erection. 

"You see? You like the idea." He lowered Ethan's legs to massage the engorged shaft for a moment. He then smeared the cum on his chest around before straddling him cowgirl style. He'd already lubed up, so when he inserted Ethan's tip into his own ass, it slid right in with a pop.

"Oh Christ," Ethan moaned, pumping his hips to go deeper. "It is so wrong that I like this so much."

After a grunt or two, Afton replied with a broken speech, "So...Do...I..."

He rode Ethan after that, not letting him control the pace or the motion. He did. He stroked against his lover's shaft, fast then slow, deep and then shallow. He knew when Ethan was close and would pull off to wait and them slam back home. He knew it was maddening but he wanted Ethan a babbling mess before he could cum again. 




Old Wounds, New Love Ch. 03



By now, they'd been in here three hours and he wasn't in any mood to stop. This was just the beginning.

"Letmecum. Pleaseletmecum. Pleaseletmecum," Ethan's words ran together and he babbled incoherently as Afton rode him straight into insanity.

"You want to?" Afton purred.

"Yes!" Ethan thrust up, successfully burying his cock deep. 

Afton gave his balls a caress, stroking the firm mounds that burned for release. There was a spot, right between the balls and his ass that was most sensitive on a man, so he rubbed it in circular motion in time with his thrusting maneuvers on Ethan's cock. He had him violently shouting in seconds followed by sensual whimpers of relief that he had finally cum.

When Afton pulled off, a glob of it followed and landed on Ethan's groin as a reward. He smiled down at his lover, planting a kiss on his lips in gratitude. "I am going to love you, Ethan. More than you will ever know."

"Untie me. Now." He snarled.

The moment Afton had the second cuff untied, Ethan pounced, forcing Afton onto his back where he remained pinned under Ethan's muscular frame. "My turn."

Those two words had Afton so hard it hurt. 

Ethan was sucking his cock before he could take another breath, swallowing him to the hilt again. The rumbling moan in Ethan's throat sent shivers of anticipation down Afton's spine, straight to his toes. Throwing his head back into the covers, he allowed himself to be loved again, devoured to the point of no return. 

It felt wonderful.

Ethan worked him as he'd been tortured, brining Afton close, stopping and then beginning again. He seemed to take great pleasure in watching Afton squirm. He'd secured the hand cuffs the first time Afton tried to touch him, and laughed when his lover began to beg. Ethan liked being dominant and brought Afton the precipice again and again before allowing him to shed his desire into his thirsty mouth. Ethan swallowed every drop, sucking hard at the end to send a shock to Afton over stimulated cock.

"Can you turn over or do I have to untie you?" Ethan asked.

The question sent a thrill of desire through Afton. "I can roll over."

"Good, do it." Ethan never knew he like being this controlling before. In his previous experiences, he'd always allowed his partner to set the pace. This was a new twist that he liked.

Afton was now on all fours with Ethan lubing him again. His dick once more slipped in easily, stroking in all the way to the base. Again, he plunged into Afton while stroking his pulsating cock in his hand in time with his thrusts. When he felt Afton swell, he stopped. 

This little game continued to for another hour before Ethan couldn't take it anymore and unleashed with a wild abandon, pummeling Afton with a savagery that he didn't know he had in him. 

Afton exploded, screaming out with utter satisfaction as his body unloaded onto the bed. Ethan equally unloaded and kept filling his lover with wave upon wave of hot liquid.

When he pulled out, he, too, watched in fascination as a creamy white slid out of Afton to run down his thighs.

"Shit," Ethan cursed softly. "What has happened to me? I crave you."

Afton looked coyly over his shoulder at Ethan. "Untie me."

"Are you kidding me? I am just getting started," he laughed and began again, pushing back inside while stroking his lover to a hard state. "You're not the only one with stamina."

"Oh fuck," Afton mimicked Ethan's favorite line, "What have I gotten myself into?" He was laughing joyfully though, but the sound bled into a moan as Ethan drove deep.

They continued like this for hours, well into the night. It wasn't until the sun rose that Afton finally accepted that he was truly and utterly happy. Ethan was worth taking the risk of losing his heart again. Ethan was worth everything.

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Old Wounds, New Love Ch. 04



Ethan stood scratching his head staring down at the sleek suit laid out on the bed before him. It was a navy blue with thin pin stripes and exquisitely tailored.

"Stop staring at it at it and just put it on," Afton teased. He came to hover near the bed wearing a smirk. 

"How do you know it will fit me?" Ethan asked. 

"Because I know men's bodies, and I know yours best. I had it and five others made for you. If you're going to be my personal assistant, then you'll need to be dressed for the part, won't you?" He began to turn and paused in the act. "Did you call Mary?"

Ethan wilted, "Yes. She'll meet us there. I still don't like this idea."

"I do. It's only been a month and you're not ready to come out to the world yet, therefore you need to keep up appearances. I get it." Afton said with a shrug of deference. He also had ulterior motives for inviting Ethan's girlfriend – he needed to test some boundaries with this newfound love they'd embarked on. He knew what he was about to do was a tab bit cruel, but necessary. Sometimes extreme risks were in order and with his strong emotions that he felt for Ethan, Afton found his actions justified. He needed to know if Ethan was ready for a life with him. 

When Afton thought about what he had planned, his body hardened immediately. Having Mary around for it would only up the ante to the thrill of the moment. Due to the sensitivity, he wouldn't tell Ethan about the event; he wanted to surprise him.

"Where are we going again?" Ethan inquired, picking up the pants to begin getting dressed. He currently stood in nothing but his new black silk boxers. 

"An art show for a good friend. You'll like it." 

Afton was already dressed in a stunning suit that hugged his tight frame perfectly. It made his shoulders look broader and his waist narrower without making him look thin. When he leaned against the doorframe watching Ethan get ready, he reminded Ethan of a model in a catalog. 

"What am I to do precisely? I guess I should know so I don't mess up."

"Stay by my side and do whatever I ask," he winked, "and I mean anything." Another wave of anticipation sent a heated wave to his crotch. He could barely wait.

Unaware of what he just committed to, Ethan shrugged. "I can do that." Ethan turned to admire himself in the mirror after he buttoned the jacket and didn't recognize himself in the reflection. His hair had been smoothed back from his face, his face clean shaven and his skin glowed. That could be from the amazing sex he and Afton had been having, but regardless, he looked hot. 

"You don't look like a farmer anymore, that's for sure," Afton commented reading his mind. "You look gorgeous. I will probably have to fend a number of men off you tonight. I wish I would announce that you're with me, but I understand why not. You're a trophy boyfriend for sure. It's a waste."

Ethan rolled his eyes. "I'm not a boy toy."

"Yes you are, and a good one for sure. I think I'll keep you for awhile," he laughed. "Come on, we're late."

They rode in the limo to the city, taking this time to enjoy a quiet moment together before Ethan had to face Mary. Afton stroked his cock, tracking the thick outline of his erection through his trousers. It was driving Ethan nuts. 

"I can't wait for this to night to be over so I can stripe these pants off you with my teeth," Afton whispered with a primal heat. 

It made Ethan's blood boil with need. "Stop it. I need to stay focused. If I slip, I might kiss you in the middle of the party. I want you so badly it hurts."

Afton smiled, giving his dick a squeeze before sliding closer to kiss him deeply. They spent the remainder of the ride in a tight embrace of passion. They were breathless, lips red from their rough kisses and their faces flushed. Both were beyond aroused. 

The limo parked in the back away from the other guests. Before Afton asked the driver to open the door, he got on his knees before Ethan with a wicked smile. "I want you to be relaxed tonight." His longer fingers unzipped his fly, pulling out Ethan's swollen cock with a firm grip. Before Ethan could moan, Afton swallowed him in a suction that drew Ethan closer to an orgasm in seconds. 

"Shit, Afton," he moaned. "I love it when you do this."

It only urged his lover on and his attention increased.

"Oh fuck!" Ethan yelled when his released claimed him, filling Afton's mouth. "Mmmmm," he moaned again as his hips pumped a few times. The orgasm definitely was violent enough to release a tremendous amount of tension. 

Afton grinned with satisfaction, tucking his lover's body back inside his pants with a gentle pat. "There, now you won't forget what awaits you at home. I don't want you distracted while you play house with Mary."

"Are you kidding me?'" Ethan laughed. "I don't think I could ever forget you."

"I love you, Ethan, don't forget that."

Ethan pulled Afton into his arms in order to deliver an emotional kiss, tangling their tongues in a sensual dance. The moment only lasted a second before the driver knocked on the window. They'd delayed long enough.

"I love you, too."

Afton was smiling when he walked through the doors of the art gallery with Ethan trailing behind him as a dutiful assistant. He'd explained what he expected from Ethan earlier during the ride, and Ethan fell into his role perfectly.

"Afton!" A boisterous voice hailed. "I thought you might just blow me off."

Grinning, he turned towards the sound that came from a tall black man with wild curly hair that haloed his high cheek boned face. He was eccentric, with fuchsia eye shadow, cotton candy pink lipstick and colorful earrings on each lobe. This was topped by the shiny silver suit that reflected the light from room like a disco ball. He was unashamed of his body, wearing his trousers so tight that the outline of his long cock stood out. Afton smiled at Ethan quickly before greeting this new man. "Gregory, I could never neglect one of my closest friends. Ethan, meet the artist of tonight's show, Gregory Smith."

Ethan and Gregory shook hands while the man stared inquisitively into his eyes, not trying to hide his survey from head to toe. His eyes lingered on Ethan's crotch, a smirk curling the corner of his mouth. "You are most welcome at my show, Ethan. I hope you explode with delight at what you find here. You're not from around here?" 

There was a sexual innuendo in that greeting and it caused Ethan to tremble with nervousness. He wasn't sure if he was being propositioned by this man or not. Afton was grinning which meant it was nothing that triggered his jealously, so Ethan swallowed his insecurities. "No," Ethan replied. "I just moved to New York from Illinois. Afton hired me a month ago and saved me from begging for a job somewhere else."

"You come all that way by yourself?" Gregory licked his lips with intent and leaned closer. "Because I could show you a few sights if you would like."

Afton chuckled at this, "Get your own entertainment, Gregory. I am keeping him busy." Aside to Ethan he whispered, "His appetite is outrageous. He'll fuck you senseless if you let him."

Ethan shivered, "I don't want him to fuck me senseless. I only want you to do that."

"You might change your mind on that. Gregory knows how to use that cock of his. If you do, I want to watch."

Ethan swallowed loudly and stared in shock at Afton. "You've got to be joking."

A sheepish look crossed Afton's face. Test #1 and time to find out Ethan's reaction. "One of my guilty pleasures is orgies. I particularly like to watch as multiple men go at it. So no, I am not kidding."

This revelation caused his the blood to rush to Ethan's face, and he looked away.

Afton frowned, "Does that bother you?"

"Not sure. I've never been part of one to know," Ethan replied absently, but he wasn't angry or put off. 

Afton watched him carefully. He seemed more indifferent. That was good. 

Ethan suddenly stiffened. "Oh crap, there's Mary. I'll be right back."

Disappointed, Afton nodded knowing he had to let Ethan go. He hated it, but it was necessary tonight. He wasn't sure how much longer he could keep up the pretence, but for now he'd give Ethan the space and time he needed to adjust to being his lover. Eventually Ethan would come around. Afton would see that happened, and he always got what he wanted.

Mary tilted her head and took in his attire from head to toe. "Wow, you look handsome." Mary wore the same black cocktail dress that she'd worn a month ago at Afton's fundraiser. Obviously, this was her only dress, but Ethan didn't care. 

Even if he was in love with Afton, it was good to see a familiar face. She was and would always be Ethan's best friend and they had been close since childhood. "Hey you, I've missed you." His strong arms wrapped around her, pulling her into a tender embrace.

"Me, too. How's the new job coming? You don't call enough and it's been killing me to find out how you're doing."

He shrugged. "It's a job. Afton is a good boss, so I can't complain. He gives me everything I need, fulfilling my every desire." He felt his cock pulse at that double meaning and his mind raced through all the erotic images of Afton pleasuring him.

"What's it like living in that house? Do you have servants at your beck and call?" She looked up into his eyes. 

"I do and it's weird. I have this huge room to myself and he's even bought me new clothes," he picked at his jacket, "and gives me anything I ask for. I feel like I stepped into a dream."

"I am happy for you, but I miss you. I liked having you around," she mumbled. "When are you coming home?"

He planted a kiss on her forehead and sighed. "Not for a while. I just started this position and Afton said he's going to need me for a few months at least. Then we'll see."

"Can I come to stay with you on my days off?" Hope burned in her eyes.

"I asked that, too, but he said no. He doesn't like to have guests. I will ask again in a few weeks. Maybe if I do a good enough job, he'll let you come." He already knew that wouldn't happen and he felt guilty lying to her, but it was necessary. 

"That sucks and you know it. I don't get why I can't come be with you. You're my boyfriend after all. Seems weird," she argued, finding the entire situation frustrating.

"Patience. I need the money and he's paying me really good to be his assistant."

"Ethan," Afton called from the across the room, waving him over. 

"Oh shit, come on, I gotta go."

Afton had watched Ethan with Mary and felt bitter jealousy eat at his insides. He hated not being able to hold his hand showing him off to the world that Ethan belonged with him. He also hated the possessive way Mary looked at Ethan. She even clung to him like glue, claiming him as hers in an infuriating way. Impetuously, he interrupted their reunion by calling him over. The attention drew numerous sets of eyes to watch as Ethan responded immediately like an obedient dog. Afton didn't miss that a few people admired his lover from head to toe drinking in his raw sexuality, adding fuel to his already simmering jealous fire. Ethan was his!

Hand in hand, Ethan approached with Mary. The look he sent Afton, though, spoke volumes for who he really loved and it wasn't the woman hanging onto his hand. "Afton, thanks for inviting Mary."

Afton pushed down his anger and took her hand to kiss her knuckles. He felt a childish dislike for the woman. "It's good to see you again, Mary. I'm glad you could make it." He lied smoothly. 

"Thank you again for allowing me this opportunity. I never thought I'd ever come to an exclusive art show. This is in amazing." Her eyes kept darting to the six foot canvases on the wall but not really digesting what they were of.

"Gregory is amazing, come let me show you some of my favorites," Afton said with a certain wickedness that had Ethan raising an eyebrow in question. He led them to one painting that was the spot light piece for the show. "His form of modern art is expressive. What do you see?"

Mary blushed brilliantly when she realized what the painting portrayed. Two men were locked in a heated embrace. It was hard to make out with the vibrant colors, distorted shapes and exaggerated extremities, but if she looked at it just right, it was definitely a dick and it was being sucked by another man's mouth. "Um, oh, yeah, well," she stammered.

"Gregory named this, 'Reward'. Afton laughed and moved her to the next one, "And this one?" 

She covered her mouth when this painting was more explicit. It took her a little longer to make out all the details, but when she did, it was clear it showed a close up on a cock entering from behind, paying homage to balls that hung low with something creamy dripping down off the skin. She had to look closely to make sure she saw what she thought, due to the distortion, but it was there and she gasped. 

"This one is called 'Dipped'.

Ethan was glaring at Afton over Mary's head, not pleased that Afton was being his obstinate. He realized after the first painting that Afton was jealous and one hand he was thrilled but on the other he was furious. "I think that's enough."

Afton smiled with a dip of his head. "Of course." He gloated that Mary was red faced and scanning the other walls frantically. Her eyes darted to the guests as well, finally realizing she'd entered into room filled with gay men, all staring at paintings depicting all the sexual acts they could do together. 

Gregory's bellowing laugh drew their attention, and when Afton looked up, his friend waved dramatically towards a side door. "This is a good time then to step away. Mary, I have asked a few friends to keep you company while we are detained. I am not sure how long this will take, but I need Ethan for some business. We have a private viewing in the back organized by the artist himself. Please, make yourself comfortable and we'll be back as soon as we can."

Afton led Ethan into a private room away from the flow of guests in the main room. Gregory was waiting with Greta holding onto his arm. Both were smiling sheepishly at the two as they arrived. There was a large flat chaise in the back, large enough for three people that allowed anyone who sat on it to view the private collection that Gregory had positioned on the walls under spot lights to showcase the pieces. To Ethan, it looked more like a bed than anything.

"Gregory needs help with something," Afton whispered. "I owe him a favor so I agreed."

"Sounds good. What is it that he needs?"

"Models. He's working on a series of sexual scenes and he's lacking inspiration. Greta has been talking about us and how passionately we make love, so Gregory naturally was intrigued."

Ethan stumbled when he realized the meaning behind this statement. "You're not serious. I am not having sex with you while he watches."

"Yes, you will. Greta will take some still pictures while I take you on that couch." He grunted suddenly when his cock pulsed harder. "Shit, just the thought of fucking you while they watch is driving me insane."

"Afton," Ethan pulled away, "I am not doing this. Find someone else."

Grabbing his groin, he pinned Ethan in place. "You will do what I ask. I promise you, you will enjoy it and it will shatter your mind. You promised you'd do anything I asked, did you not?"

Ethan closed his eyes, exhaling loudly. "What about Mary? She could walk in on us. Isn't this a little risky?"

The thrill of that ran through Afton. "Yes."

Ethan opened his eyes and shivered. He couldn't deny the surety of the risk in Afton's answer and it suddenly excited him. He also couldn't resist the searing arousal that made Afton's eyes glow. He wanted this and Ethan felt the need to fulfill his every whim. He could never resist of deny Afton anything. Swallowing, he convinced himself that maybe he could do this after all.

Gregory approached, circling around Ethan in a predatory fashion. He ran his hand down Ethan's chest, cupping his dick at the end of his exploration. "You're huge." He licked his lips. "I can't wait to sample this. I do get to sample him, don't I, Afton?" 

"Of course," he answered definitively, giving Ethan a warning glance. "I've hand selected five men and we will all have our fun with this tight body. In no time, you'll be seeing why I am head over heels in love. He's fucking amazing."

Gregory reached to unbutton Ethan's jacket. His hand was swatted away when Ethan resisted. 

"Ethan, it's more fun when your clothes are peeled off your body. You promised to do what I wanted and I want to watch Gregory strip you." Afton was being overly domineering, but it aroused him. He saw a flash of distrust in his lover's eyes and whispered, "I will make it up to you later but I wager you something now. If you are not begging for more by the end of night, I will do whatever you ask the next time we make love."

"I don't like this," he snarled, but allowed Gregory to undress him.

A rumbling growl sounded in the artist's chest as he began to strip Ethan of his jacket and then shirt, running his dark hands over Ethan's nipples that hardened at the touch. "Oh my, such as strong chest. I could lick you for hours," he purred.

This was too much. After hearing his lover admit that this encounter would be an orgy, Ethan became angry. He pulled away glaring at his partner. "Afton," Ethan hissed, "I am not doing this. I am not a toy."

"I know I teased you earlier that you were, but I know you're not. But you are going to do this. I owe him."

Gregory pinned him in place with a firm caress on his crotch, giving the shaft a sensual caress that promised so much more. To his shame, Ethan's body responded while he groaned.

"I want to see this cock for myself, shall we? I need a good one for my paintings and Afton's is already featured in most of them. I need new inspiration. He didn't wait for Ethan's approval, unzipping and sliding his pants down to pool at his ankles. 

Ethan didn't resist but sent a pleading look in his lover's direction. "Afton?"

His Irish lover moved Ethan to the couch and directed him to lie down in nothing by his boxers. While he watched, both Afton and Gregory stripped naked, each rock hard with pre cum pooling at their tips. Afton had a hungry look on his face where Gregory looked crazed.

Greta snapped a picture. She grinned down at a nervous Ethan, pointing the camera at the bulge in his shorts, taking another picture. Leaning down she whispered, "Enjoy this Ethan, you're about to experience something wonderful."

Gregory approached, kneeling on the couch near Ethan's head, rubbing his shoulders and neck with strong hands. His erection rubbed along Ethan's shoulder, enticing the resisting man to take it. Afton joined them between his legs, rubbing his dick with sure strokes, holding his gaze with a loving look. 

Greta snapped a picture.

Two people slipped in through the door and stood in the back. Behind them more entered the room. Ethan saw this and panicked. These must be the others, but he didn't want to be a show and shot Afton a worried glance. He never got the chance for Afton had pulled off his boxers off with his cock in his mouth and the sensation held him prisoner. He was about to demand this situation come to a stop when fingers caressed his lips, pulling his head and mouth up and open. Gregory slid the tip of his dick in thrusting deep so it went all the way down his throat before he could object. The position he was in locked him in place and he couldn't do more than suck and swallow...and moan.

Feeling a different cock in his mouth was bizarre. This one was skinnier than Afton's and not quite a long. It was awesome regardless. He closed his eyes as Gregory's cock slid effortlessly in and out while he slurped noisily at the shaft. Timed to perfection was the motion of Afton's mouth on his own cock, pulling him closer and closer to an orgasm.




Old Wounds, New Love Ch. 04



Greta snapped a picture.

Gregory moaned, clutching at Ethan's head to control the angle. Tilting his head farther back, it gave him more opportunity to go deeper, fucking Ethan's mouth with a new intensity. 

Greta snapped a picture.

Afton massaged his balls, sucked his dick while caressing his chest, tweaking a nipple.

Ethan growled when Afton's tongue lapped at his balls, pulling one sack into his hot mouth distracting him. It brought him back to the passion and he lost himself for a moment, forgetting that a roomful of people watched him have sex with two men and soon to be more. The excitement of the moment caused his stomach to cramp with anticipation while his dick swelled with his arousal. People were just on the other side of the door, Mary included and soon he'd be in the middle of a large orgy. The tingle of an orgasm built in intensity and he moaned again.

He began to thrash on the couch, but Gregory fucked harder causing Ethan to gag. His black body moved with a cat like grace as he rolled and pumped forward with his hips.

Greta snapped another picture. This time with the lens close to the juncture of his mouth, capturing the way his lips suckled Gregory's dick. "Sexy," she murmured. She moved and took a similar shot of Afton's mouth around his own cock and that thought made him throb. 

"Afton," a male voice called out from the audience, "he's gorgeous."

In order to answer, Afton popped off and grinned. "He is, yes. Wait until you see him fuck."

"When am I getting a turn?" A new deep voice interrupted.

Afton laughed with a gruff sound, "Steven, don't be hasty."

Gregory grunted, not liking this distraction and gripped Ethan's chin, forcing him to hold still. In two more thrusts he came hard in his mouth, pulling out so it splashed on his face, dripping down his chin. There was a wave that bathed his lips and Greta snapped a picture of his tongue as he licked it off with a sexy swipe.

"Oh shit that is hot," someone moaned.

Ethan found the additional voices uncomfortable, and he had doubts he could actually go through with this. But Afton's expert attention at his dick distracted him. When he tried to move again, Afton's warning stare caused him to pause. He wanted him to go through with this but he wasn't sure he could. Already his cock was losing his erection and his lover noticed.

"Do you want a blindfold?"

"No, I don't want to do this at all. I can't actually. This is insane."

Afton grinned wickedly. Test #2: to see if Ethan would submit. "Yes you can and I know it's insane. That's what makes this so exciting. I've been thinking about this all day and I've jacked off three times thinking about fucking you along with the others. As I've explained, group sex is one of my favorite things and it's time you experienced it. At the same time, I am helping my friend with his inspiration not to mention his sexual need. He's been holding out in order to get through this art show so he's pretty wound up. You can understand, can't you?"

Ethan choked, "I can't have group sex!"

"Of course you can," he answered, rolling Ethan onto his side so Gregory could 69 him. Afton was so turned on that he couldn't talk for a moment as he watched those black lips sheath Ethan's white as white can be cock.

Ethan wanted to resist this, push Gregory off, but the warmth spread down to his toes from the amazing sensation of the mouth on his dick. Sighing, he closed his eyes to just experience the sensation of getting blown, and from the technique that had him twitching, blown well. Ethan's tortured moan came when Gregory's tongue massaged as he pulled off, slathering his entire shaft, but it was when he swirled the tip, sucking the pre cum off, that Ethan lost himself.

He suddenly needed to touch, be touched and most of all be fucked. A burning heat was before his face, so without thought, he took Gregory into his mouth, devouring him with the same intensity that took place on his own cock. They were bobbing in perfect unison.

Afton remained near Ethan's face, running his fingers through his hair and watching his lover's succulent mouth nurse a long dark dick. In a voice tinged with his Irish brogue, Afton leaned in close, "Oh shit, Ethan, this is so erotic. Shit." He was frantically stroking his cock that hurt from an intense need to have sex with someone. 

Greta snapped more pictures, paying close attention to the double blow job taking place on the couch.

Ethan barely heard as he was lost in the experience and forgot the point that more men waiting to take Gregory's place. All that mattered right now, in this moment was Gregory and what he was doing to his body. Gregory kept pulling on his shaft and sucking the tip so hard it was almost painful. He realized that the little discomfort was a new sensation that he liked, sending coursing arousal through his veins making his dick harder as he climbed closer to a powerful release. 

Gregory moaned and licked his length again, mumbling something about how Ethan was so pretty, before he would devour his thickness and length again. He would swallow him deep, pulling out slow and sheathing him all the way to the base. 

Ethan paused in his own attention to appreciate what Gregory was doing, "That feels so good," he moaned. He was burning with desire now, he didn't care who touched him as long as he go touched. It was like a drug and he rode out the wave of ecstasy. He also didn't care that Greta was going crazy with the camera, taking so many pictures that he had a fleeting thought he could probably make a flip book of this scene later. 

Afton continued to watch while he stroked himself and he didn't miss the moment Ethan slipped into that raw space with no inhibitions. He was free, floating in his mindless pleasure as Gregory enticed an orgasm out of his gorgeous body. It was too much. Afton grunted and came all over Ethan's face, getting some in his mouth to mix with the salty taste of Gregory's pre cum. 

It drove Ethan to a fevered state, releasing a feral sound as he licked at Afton's fluid while he devoured the thickening dark cock fucking his face. He growled, thrusting his hips wildly and experienced a violent orgasm, knowing Gregory would suck all of his cum down his throat while he mumbled in pleasure.

Gregory couldn't hold out and followed, this time leaving his cock embedded deep in Ethan's throat while he pumped his fluid in hot steaming spurts.

Afton looked up at the audience, and nodded to the naked men, all porn star quality, stroking the own long cocks in anticipation. Two couldn't wait and were already having sex in the corner. Seeing a man get gang banged for the first time was as sensually erotic as it could get. Afton felt his own body respond, his cock pulsating.

A couple of the men stepped forward, desire and need burning in their eyes as they looked at Ethan. Afton shivered. This was going to get wild real quick. He hoped Ethan's stamina would hold out, for there were quite a few men in here that were looking for a chance to have sex with Afton's new boyfriend. 

To help the moment along, Afton pulled the lube out and smeared some on his fingers before he inserted them in Ethan's ass going as deep as his middle finger would allow. He was tight, but the muscle remembered this touch and loosened up immediately. "Move onto your hands and knees now," he whispered. Obediently, Ethan shifted, lifting his ass wantonly so he kneeled still able to suck Gregory's cock – which he did with renewed energy. 

Afton wanted to kiss him, tangle that tongue of his within his mouth. But he knew this wasn't a time for tender love making. Instead, he let Ethan fall into the mindless oblivion of group sex. In a few minutes, he wouldn't even know if he was touching or being touched as multiple men would devour Ethan's body, taking him to that confusing decadent place of agonizing pain where the body needed to cum but couldn't. 

Afton moved behind him now, spreading his cheeks to admire his lover's hole. It was so ready, begging to be speared. He continued to toy with the opening, rimming the hole with his fingers. He couldn't wait much longer. He was proud of Ethan and found the scene playing out before him to be beyond erotic. This was better than any porn and far surpassed any of his personal group sex experiences. The main difference was the man he was in love with was the center of attention and Afton fucking loved that. He should be jealous, but he wasn't. Instead he accepted this wasn't anything more than shared joy. They were not here to steal his lover; they were here to share his lover. Afton's need overrode thought, pushing his engorged tip carefully into Ethan's body and was rewarded with a cursing hiss from him. He thought he heard Ethan's typical, "oh fuck" between the licks and sucks.

Greta had positioned herself to get this in continuous shots and didn't stop until all ten inches was buried to the base. Her favorite shot was when Afton finally speared Ethan, head thrown back with pure delight on his tightly scrunched face. His hands gripped Ethan's hips, waiting for the moment he could move without cumming. 

He looked down, spreading Ethan's cheeks farther apart and moaned. "Oh shit, I am so turned on right now."

Ethan didn't even realize when Gregory moved off. A new man slipped below to fondle and suckle Ethan's thick cock that was ready to explode from the attention Afton was giving his ass. His mind was lost in the sensations and sighed when the warmth filled him and a hand caressed his tight balls. He also didn't realize what was happening when a soft tip of a dick smeared pre cum across his lips which his tongue licked off with a new hunger. Greedily he sucked, finding more of the salty substance and then swallowed, taking in the massive cock into his mouth until he gagged. Opening his eyes to look up, he found a new guy, cock engorged, fucking his mouth. Ethan moaned with pleasure and didn't resist when the man arrogantly gripped his hair, holding him in place while his mouth was pummeled deep. Behind him Afton moved wildly, and below him another quickly brought him to cum. Ethan cried out, but the sound was muffled with the huge cock stuffed in his mouth.

Afton dug his nails into Ethan's hips as he pounded him, head thrown back in ecstasy. He had to stop watching his lover get handled by the other men. He needed to focus on his own moment, and looked down at his own union, loving the way his own massive shaft slide effortlessly in and out of Ethan's ass. This was his ass. His lover. God he loved Ethan.

The man on Ethan's cock was an expert and sent him into a simultaneous explosion. The violence of the second release sent Ethan into a writhing motion, screaming loudly while clamping down all muscles, including the one sucking Afton's cock. It was too much and sent Afton to heaven and back. He filled Ethan's hole with a white frothy cream, pulling out slowly so it would drop out. This was his still one of his favorite sights.

Ethan panted, taking this break to catch his breath, but he didn't enjoy the peace for long. His mind whirled with sensual overstimulation. The pressure built in his ass again as another large cock filled him, ripping an agonizingly pleasurable moan from his lips. His open mouth was immediately filled with another dick, muffling the second moan as a result from the third man claiming his dick with a strong gripping hand. Ethan drifted in the amazing feelings and let himself be fucked and fucked hard.

Greta moved to where Afton sat hyperventilating from his excitement. She hadn't stopped taking pictures and whispered, "This is the most fucking amazing thing I've ever seen."

"I think I'm going to cum just sitting here watching this," he replied. A nearby man heard this, moving between Afton's legs to assist, not wanting Afton to want for anything. He began giving him a blow job while Afton watched the three men fuck his boyfriend. "Are we filming this?"

Greta nodded, "Oh God yes. I think I might have to masturbate this again later."

Ethan swallowed the hot cum that suddenly shot powerfully into his mouth, some of it slipped out to dribble down his chin. The pressure in his ass lifted and he whined with need. He wanted to feel filled and looked behind him begging for more. The man was smiling as he watched Ethan's body spasm, and then moved off after slapping his ass. It wasn't good enough for Ethan, he wasn't done and wanted more. His mind reeled from these confusing thoughts, but he was so lost in the moment he didn't care. He wanted more and more. When a new man moved up, Ethan whimpered in anticipation. He'd soon be filled again and by the looks of it, by a cock as large as Afton's.

This new guy flipped him over, and Ethan readily complied, lifting his legs and spreading his ass wide. He almost lost control and came when he felt a thick finger smear the residual cum around, testing whether he needed to lube up or not. One, two and then three fingers entered easily, opening the muscle wide. "What are you waiting for, I can take it," Ethan panted and watched as the man grinned widely, inserting the massive tip into his ass. Within three thrusts he was all the in, pumping with firm hip movements, sending Ethan back to the wild place within his mind where he grunted sounds of pleasure in a steady beat.

All Ethan felt was heat, everywhere. Men caressed his skin, sucked his mouth, nipples, dick, fingers and ears. He felt them everywhere. Sometimes he sucked their dicks, sometimes he just moaned. He felt everything and nothing all the same time and after cumming three times, he finally reached that frustrating place where he wanted to, but he couldn't and it was torture. Wonderful torture. Multiple times he cried out, begging for more, needing release but it never came because his body just couldn't. But the men gave him the physical contact he craved, licking and touching and fucking. Ethan loved it.

Between positions, Afton moved to where he could whisper privately to his boyfriend with a heavy Irish accent. Ethan's face was flushed, his hair plastered to his head with sweat and he was covered in cum. It glistened in the fluorescent lights as it coated his face, neck and chest. It was the sexiest thing Afton had ever seen. "I fucking love you."

Ethan couldn't answer of course, because another man had inserted himself and was fucking with a wild abandon. Ethan forgot Afton was there as three more men took him to a mindless place. All he felt was heat, everywhere. It infused him and he kept begging for more.

Their bodies rolled, shifting again so Ethan was in position to impale a kneeling man. He was rational enough to remember to lube them both up before he pushed in with a groan when the man's body practically sucked him all the way in until he was buried in his hole. Heated sensation stroked across Ethan's flexing muscle and he vaguely sensed another man toying with his own ass. On the second thrust into the man he fucked, Ethan was speared, his ass going wide. "Oh fuck!" he hissed as the sensation was too much. To be buried in one hot ass and have his hole filled at the same time was insane. He mumbled incoherently from the need to cum. His body tingled, as did his balls. He felt it building. 

It took a moment to find a unified rhythm, but they did and moved in a synchronized rolling motion sending the man he pounded over the edge.

Ethan pushed through and kept drilling into him until his own dick swelled, his balls tightened and then he yelled explosively when he finally was able to cum. He unloaded deep in this guy's ass, filling him with what felt like an ocean, but in reality he pumped a few times until he was drained. Now all that was left was the man behind him. Ethan looked over his shoulder, urging him on, pushing back with a force that slapped their bodies in loud heated sounds. He was truly being ridden hard.

"More!" Ethan demanded and yelled when the man sheathed in his ass picked up his tempo, pummeling him aggressively. "Fuck yes, like that!" It made Ethan want to cry, but not out pain. It felt that insanely good.

Another stepped up and pushed into Ethan's lips, using his mouth like this was his last time ever to do this. He held Ethan's head steady with both hands and thrust again and again into his throat. It was primal, not sensual, with the sole purpose of sex, not love. This man grunted repeating in a steady stream of chatter, "That's good, suck hard, yes, like that," over and over the more Ethan was able to take. Ethan was so lost by now that he didn't even care when this man came in his mouth, he greedily swallowed it and accepted the condescending head pat at the end. 

This continued for a while. Afton counted at last five times they had explored Ethan from behind, more times they exploded in his mouth and he'd lost track of how many time Ethan's dick had been sucked. They were fucking fast and hard, not taking their time. While Ethan was on his hands and knees again, he decided he wanted a turn. Afton pushed the next guy out of the way, tired of watching others enjoy his boyfriend. Ethan was writhing in ecstasy by now and his eyes were glazed over with erotic desire. He wanted this, wanted more and begged Afton to take him. 

He did. Hard.

"Afton!" He hissed when his ten inch cock slid in one thrust. Ethan was so lose after all this sex and his body coated with cum and lube. 

Afton slipped right in without resistance. He pinned his lover with his searing gaze with an intensity that burned. "What do you want, Ethan? Tell me," he demanded.

"Afton, please," Ethan begged glaring at him over his shoulder when his lover stopped moving.

"You have to tell me what you want," Afton growled. He needed to hear his lover beg for him to fuck him. 

"To cum! Fuck me! Take me hard. Now! Take me...Now!" He loved every moment of this experience and it was fitting that now he would be able to make love with Afton after the number of other men that had fucked him all night.

"You want this?" Afton thrust deep feeling Ethan's muscles spasm.

"Yes! More!" Ethan panted in heated growl.

"And this?" He pulled out and shoved back in, slamming their bodies together in a loud slap.

"Yes!"

"What do you feel?" Afton asked between grunts of pleasure. He loved making love to Ethan. More than anything.

"Full. Full...of you!"

"Do you like it?" 

"I.. love.. it, Afton. Just... like... I... love... you," he spat out in a broken voice between thrusts.

Afton pulled out and flipped him over to bend his legs over his shoulder and pushed right back in. He wanted to see Ethan's face. Love radiated out of his hazel eyes. He was outrageously sexy, looking ravaged and used, his face red from his exercise and sweat dripped down his cheeks in rivulets. "I love you, too, Ethan."

There was a loud female scream from the back of the room that brought their lovemaking to a halt. Ethan looked behind him to find Mary standing in the back of the room with her hands covering her mouth in shock. 

Ethan scrambled up, finding a towel to wrap around his waist. "Mary, let me explain."

Tears broke over the rim of her lower eyelid while she shook her head. 

He took a step towards her but she jerked taking a step back. "Stay away from me," she finally said.

"Mary, let me explain," he said in a panicked voice.

"You asshole! You fucking asshole! You've been gay this whole time and you lied to me! You would have fucking married me and what, you'd be keeping a lover on the side? What the fuck is wrong with you?" Mary rarely ever cussed. It didn't escape his notice that she must be furious and out of control if she did so now.

"I didn't really accept I was gay until a month ago. I promise you. I didn't mean this to happen when I came to New York. I came here to get you to move home with me."




Old Wounds, New Love Ch. 04



"You lie. You don't just find out you're gay! You must have known and you lied to me!" Mary was stepping towards the door while her tears flowed freely now. "How could you? How could you do this to me?"

"I swear," he finally closed the distance and grabbed her arm stopping her escape. "I just realized it."

She sniffed and looked away. "You said you loved him. Is that true?" 

Using his hand, he lifted her chin forcing her to look into his eyes. It was time for the truth. "Yes."

Mary closed her eyes in defeat. "Oh my God. You're in love with another man which means you're fucking gay." Her head shook, "This can't be happening. It's a nightmare or a cruel joke, right?"

"I'm sorry, but it's not a joke. I discovered I was I love with Afton the night of the fundraiser. I crave him, Mary. I can't be with you anymore, you get that don't you?"

"Oh my God," she repeated. "You fucking bastard! You're breaking up with me? This seriously is real?"

It hit Ethan at that moment that he had to embrace his choice of sexual orientation. Denying it now would only sound idiotic. He couldn't deny it no matter how much he wanted to hide, especially not after the orgy he just participated in. "Yes, Mary. I am gay."

Her knees gave out and he caught her. "Get off of me," she spat. "I don't ever want you touching me again." She found her balance and shoved off him, storming out of the room.

Greta slipped past, pausing to give him a compassionate look before chasing after Mary. 

"All right, everyone out," Afton yelled throwing clothing at the group of naked men watching from the couch. "I said out!"

People moved and the room cleared except for Afton and Ethan. He still stood like a statue watching the door that Mary had fled through.

"Are you okay?"

Ethan didn't respond for a moment. He then turned his face to find Afton watching him. "Of course not," he snarled. 

"Greta will talk with her," Afton offered, knowing it wouldn't ease his heartache.

For the first time, Ethan felt a blast of anger towards Afton. "It won't help. I didn't want her finding out like this. Did you know this would happen? Is that why you invited her?"

Afton paled, his guilt showing on his face. "I knew the orgy would happen, but I didn't expect her to walk in. I wanted the knowledge she was in the other room to be an added thrill of discovery. I wanted it to be a risk you could get caught. I never thought you would." His voice was filled with honest compassion. "I am sorry, Ethan."

His grief overwhelmed him. Ethan inhaled sharply before a single tear bled from his eye. He couldn't stay mad at Afton, even aft this. "Well she did."

"I know and I am sorry."

"Can we leave now? I can't handle being in this room anymore and I need to think."

Afton nodded, rushing to find their clothes. They were both dressed in a short time. He grabbed Ethan's hand firmly, kissing his knuckles once before leading him out into the main room and through the crowd. 

Ethan was in a daze as Afton dragged him forward. He partially scanned the people, searching for Mary or Greta, finding neither. They must have left as well, but he didn't care right now. He felt like he was about to hyperventilate and needed to get out of this building before he fell apart.

"Hold on, Ethan. We're almost to the limo. Hold on," Afton crooned. 

Afton's strong hands guided him into the vehicle, and shut the door. Ethan barely noticed. He finally was free to give into his anguish, sobbing loudly before Afton's arms engulfed him tight.

"I've got you. I promise, I won't let you fall. You can let go, Ethan. Cry."

He did, all the way back to the mansion.

Back in their room, showered and snuggled in the warm blankets, Ethan finally spoke in a raspy voice. "What am I going to do now? She's going to tell my family and everyone I know. My life back home is ruined. Just like that, all I've ever known is gone." 

Afton wasn't going to lie to him, but tried to soften the fear. "I know, but it's not the end of our life. Think of it like a new beginning."

Ethan snorted. "That is such a cop out and you know it. You had a life you wanted to escape; I loved mine. I love working on a farm and I love being outdoors. That is all gone for me now. What am I going to do?"

This was an interesting question that made Afton frown unable to hide his hurt. "I thought you wanted to be with me?"

Ethan paused finding Afton's worried gaze and smiled in encouragement. "Of course I do, that's not what I meant; I guess I just never thought about what would happen next."

"I have," Afton whispered in response. 

"What?"

"I have thought about it. Stay with me, here. Stay with me, Ethan. Not just while you are in NY, but forever. I can't live without you."

The raw emotion in Afton's request touched Ethan so he shifted so he could cup his cheek. "Forever?"

Afton nodded. "We could ever purchase a farm for you to manage, whatever you want. Just don't leave me."

The thought of spending his life with Afton affected him greatly. He wanted it more than anything. The fears of how his family would react faded and the guilt he felt at hurting Mary disappeared. All that mattered was Afton and he was waiting for his answer with anxiety. "I won't leave you. But you knew that already deep within your soul. I love you, Afton. With all my heart."

Tears formed in Afton's green eyes as the relief washed over him. He hadn't realized how scared he was of losing Ethan or how close it came to the potential of him running away.

"Now what?" Ethan asked softly, lowering his face for a kiss.

Their lips met softly, barely touching. "We love."





 Until the next and final chapter 



Old Wounds, New Love Ch. 05



 For all those who have commented on the earlier experimental chapter – thanks! And don't worry, this is the last chapter. 




Ethan's phone buzzed on silent. He knew without looking at the screen who the caller was. Mary had had been trying him every hour for the past day attempting to get in touch with him. 

"You need to talk with her, Ethan." Afton said absently without looking up from the documents he read while he sipped his drink from a crystal glass. It was six O'clock and he had just gotten home from work.

"I can't. I don't know what I'd say or what she's going to say to me," he pushed the phone away as the call flipped to voicemail.

"Greta tells me once she calmed down, she listened. You never know how she's processes this. Give her a try."

Sighing with frustration, he knew Afton was right. He couldn't hide forever. Scrolling down the contacts in his list, he hit connect on Mary's name and waited. 

"Ethan," she said his name with an air of relief. She'd rushed his name out in a rush.

Afton looked up with encouragement and smiled. It gave Ethan the strength to deal with this. "Hi."

"We need to talk," she said quickly before he could hang up. "Can I come over?"

Ethan mouthed the request to his boyfriend who nodded, "Yeah. When?"

"Right now, and I'm on my way. Ethan, thanks for calling me back." 

Mary disconnected before he could say anything in response. He looked up to find Afton watching him patiently waiting. "She's on her way."

Afton stood up, moving to cup Ethan's face in his hands to deliver a tender kiss. "I'll leave you two alone. Come find me if you need me. Good luck and remember, I love you just as you are."

"Thanks." He worried for the next 45 minutes until the doorbell rang and a servant answered. He was sitting on the couch when Mary's anxious face emerged through the main doors to the living room. She paused with a large manila envelope in her hands, staring at him.

"Hey," he whispered sadly. "Before we say anything else, I want you to know how sorry I am about all of this. If I had my choice, this would not be how you found out."

She shrugged. "It would have been a shock either way, Ethan. You are the farthest thing from what I know gay men to be, so it's going to be a shock regardless."

"Surprised me, too."

"Did it? Really? Sorry to sound crass, but how long did it take Afton to seduce you? Ten minutes?"

Ethan winced.

"See? You've known before now; you just didn't act on it. Instead you were going to marry me and live a lie." 

"It wouldn't have been a lie, Mary. I do love you."

She moved forward and tossed the envelope on the table before him. "Bullshit. You've never made love to me like that, Ethan."

He slowly opened the packets and dumped thirty or forty 8x10 photographs from last night. There were a few of Afton and him by the pool and a few others from around the house. All of them captured the passion in Ethan's eyes or the love that he shared with his boyfriend. "Greta shouldn't have shared these."

"Yes she should have. She also sent me this," Mary unlocked her phone to bring up a video from Greta. It showed Afton and Ethan making love on the porch with the remaining sunlight fading giving them a halo effect. It was quite beautiful. "How long have we known each other, Ethan? I've never seen you this happy."

"I'm in love with him," he mumbled quickly.

"I know, I get that. I am still pissed off about it, but I get it. What I want to understand is why you lied. Why you dragged me into this. And why now?"

Ethan cringed, sinking deeper into the cushions on the couch. "I first suspected I liked men when I was a kid, but we're taught that such feelings were a sin. So I buried those feelings. Then it got worse in high school, but again, I forced myself to bury the feelings. My parents would have disowned me and I would have lost you, my best friend. I couldn't risk that, Mary. I've only ever wanted to be farmer, taking over my dad's farm one day. If I were gay, he'd kick me out and I'd lose what I loved."

"But you'd be unhappy, don't you get that? You'd only be fulfilling a piece of who you are." She was shocked at his stupidity. 

"Well, that's all in the past, cause it's out there now."

She shook her head, "I haven't said anything and won't if you don't want me to. I can just tell everyone we couldn't make it work."

He stared at her, unable to breathe. Finally he inhaled. "You'd do that for me?"

"You are my best friend, too."

He moved so quickly she didn't see it coming and found herself being hugged by his strong arms. "I love you, I really do."

"Just not like you love Afton," she mumbled with regret. "Do you know why I left Illinois?"

He shook his head but hadn't released her yet. "Because I felt something was missing in our relationship, like a piece of you wasn't there. I left to see if you missed me enough to find it. I guess you did," she laughed nervously, "with Afton."

"He's a good guy, you know."

"He seduced you and stole you from me, so no he's not."

A voice cleared from across the room, causing them both to jump. "To that I will apologize."

Mary pulled out of Ethan's arms, crossing her own and glared at the GQ model man standing in a pristine suit that he'd worn all day, but you'd never know it. "I don't know if I can ever forgive you for that, but I do thank you for making Ethan happy."

Afton dipped his head. "He makes me happy, too."

"Yeah, I know," she indicated the pictures. "A little too much, I should say."

Afton chuckled, "Oh sweetheart, those are just a sample of what he and I have done."

Ethan growled a warning at his lover and wrapped his arm around Mary's shoulders. "That's enough Afton. She doesn't need to be educated."

"Fair enough, but I won't deny that I am insanely jealous when she's around you, so you'll just have to accept my temper." His gaze swept over Ethan's arms around Mary, his frown deepening and then he slipped back into his study and shut the door. 

"Wow."

"What?" He looked down at her.

"He's intense."

"You have no flippen idea. You wanna know why I calved in ten minutes?" He pointed at the door, "Because of that intensity. You can't ignore it. He commands attention and I am like a helpless participant."

She laughed, slightly uncomfortable with where their conversation was going but she swallowed down her feelings. "He's in love."

"So am I and would do anything for him. From the moment I met him in the coffee shop, I knew I was screwed."

"That is why you didn't want to come to the fundraiser!" She finally connected the dots, "Oh God, it's sorta my fault this happened. If I'd not forced you, you might have avoided him."

He snorted, "Unlikely. Afton had made up his mind and he would have found me one way or another."

"Oh," she breathed. She didn't say it, but she thought that it was extremely romantic.

Afton emerged again wearing a dark scowl on his face and walked through the room without making eye contact. Ethan felt for him, for he wasn't sure how he would react if they encountered one of the men Afton had once cared for in the past. He knew he'd probably react poorly. "Excuse me, will you? Just for a second."

He followed Afton up the stairs and found him in the closet angrily changing. He was muttering cuss words under his breath while first his shoes and then suit landed on the floor in a violent flourish. Before he turned around, Ethan pinned his bare chest to the wall with his body, grinding his hard on into his back. Afton only wore his silk boxers and it was turning Ethan on. "I love you."

"I know, but it still makes me angry. I understand you have to face her and want you to, I dislike it when you have to touch her. I am tormented with jealous thoughts, images that you've made love to her. I'm just angry, let me be, will you?"

"Afton," he allowed his boyfriend to turn, using his lips to tease Afton's mouth with feather light touches. Afton tried to deepen the kiss but Ethan wouldn't allow it, adding his tongue to the gentle torment. The contact aroused them both instantly. "You don't need to be jealous. I am yours to command."

A wave of heat pooled at Afton's groin. In a accented voice, he moaned, "I like the sound of that."

Caught up in the moment, Ethan slid down Afton's body and yanked his boxers down. He caught the erection that sprang free and brought Afton to a quick orgasm with his tongue. He admired the shaft for a moment, finally looking up at his lover. "I love you Afton, everything about you. Stop worrying and come down to join us. I'd like you get to know her."

He took a few breaths to calm his racing heart. He loved it when Ethan took over and this was one of those moments. "Let me shower first to calm down and then I will."

After kissing his hard body in a trail back to his mouth, Ethan gave him a long, lazy but very passionate kiss, before finally stepping away. "Don't take too long. I hate being away from you. You were gone most of the day with those meetings and I miss you."

Afton's eyes softened with emotion. "I missed you, too."

They parted, leaving one to shower and the other to entertain. Afton appeared a short while later much more relaxed, this time wearing a smile. He invited Mary to dinner, stealing most of her attention to talk with her until it was served. He grudgingly admitted to himself when the door closed behind her departure, that he liked her.

****

Months passed without any incident. Afton and Ethan's relationship, now out in the open, blossomed into a passionate love story that everyone talked about. Wherever they went heads turned to watch the couple as they passed, always hand in hand.

They were out one night with Greta, Mary and few of Afton's other friends, celebrating an important real estate deal that would increase his net worth by a significant value. It would also heal old wounds and remove the emotional scars left by a man ten years in the past. The restaurant was Shay La La a trendy new 5 star establishment. Ethan wasn't sure how he felt about French food yet, but he endured the 7 course meal with grace. He was getting used to these fancy dinners, but had not yet become accustomed.

They were on the last course and none of them noticed the man that walked up behind Afton. "Please tell me you didn't sell the building where we grew up. How could you do this to me?" The man sneered.

Afton froze.

Ethan looked up into the face of a cleanly shaven man, slicked black hair that he kept short at the side but longer on top. He was dressed in a suit, that was not as nice as Afton's but clearly he had money. His blue eyes bore into Afton's back while he ignored everyone else. Ethan turned a pleading look to Greta who had gone pale while she stared at this man. Who the hell was he?

"Are you not even going to talk to me?"

Afton wiped his mouth gracefully with his napkin laying it on the table. He shared a panicked look with Greta before he pushed his chair back and stood. "We can talk in the bar," he motioned waiting for this man to move. He then followed.

When they were out of earshot, Ethan rounded on Greta. "Who the hell is that?"

"Xavier. Afton's ex."

Ethan's head whipped around to study this man in greater detail. He was tall, dark and handsome. He could see why Afton had fallen for him. Everyone else at the table had gone quiet. He'd almost forgotten they were there. "Wasn't he Afton's best friend or something?"

"Yes. They grew up together. Xavier seduced Afton shortly after his parents kicked him out once he announced he was gay. He allowed him into his house and made love to him every night. It was Afton's first love, and it lasted years. But Xavier didn't love him, he loved money and he knew Afton's ambition would give it to him. So he helped Afton get through school and begin to build his empire, then he reaped the benefits of Afton's brilliance."

"I don't understand," Ethan whispered.

"Xavier isn't gay, he's bi and had always had a girlfriend on the side which Afton never knew about. Over the years he used Afton, taking money from him and filling his own bank account until he set up Afton in one final act of betrayal. Xavier convinced him to purchase that building but it was a bad deal. It almost put Afton into financial ruin, yet Xavier didn't care. He then crafted a contract, emotionally manipulated Afton into signing it that would make Xavier the building manager, siphoning off the majority of the profits. The day Afton signed the deal; Xavier introduced his girlfriend telling him it had all been a lie. He'd faked all of it and now that he had what he wanted, which was money, he didn't need Afton any more. He kicked him out, shattered and heartbroken, creating the distrusting man you know today. Afton has never gotten over the betrayal or the break in trust. It's taken ten years, a shit load of counseling and finally meeting you to get him past it. The selling of this building is the final step. Xavier's been living off the income from the apartments for years. Afton is about to bring on his financial downfall."

"This is all over a bad business deal?" Ethan's growing anger was not necessarily at Afton, but at the dark haired man who'd hurt him.

"Yes and emotional abuse. Xavier used Afton's love as a means of manipulation. Afton's always hated that; hates himself for being weak enough to be controlled like that."

"He manipulated me, too," Ethan whispered. 

Greta shook her head. "There's a difference. He desperately wanted someone to be his life partner and needed to know if you could handle it. It's critical to him that he trusts you, mostly because of the intense love you two share. He needed to know for certain you wouldn't be another Xavier. It wasn't meant to control you, Ethan. You have to believe that. That's the difference. Xavier hates Afton. Afton loves you."

Ethan continued to watch the couple in the bar. When Afton turned a pale and scared face in his direction, Ethan was on his feet before anyone could stop him. He felt intensely protective and that base instinct overrode any other rational thought.

He walked right up to Xavier and got in his face. It was intimidating because Ethan's muscular frame was larger than Xavier and he dominated the space enough that Xavier had to step back. "I don't think we've been introduced, I'm Ethan."

"Yes, his new boy toy, I've heard." Xavier said rudely, snorting in disgust. 

Ethan's hand clenched into a fist. "Careful, I take offense to that tone."

Afton watched and held his breath. Ethan was reacting to his distress, and he knew he should stop this or Ethan and Xavier were going to get in a fight in this upscale bar. 

Ethan stepped forward. "You need to leave."

"Not until Afton and I finish our discussion. It's between me and him, not some toy he picked up off the street."

Ethan swing and punched Xavier in the jaw so hard he was flung against the bar. He just clung to the edge while he caught his breath. There was a small trickle of blood at the corner of his mouth that he wiped away using the back of his hand. Luckily, there were only two people in the bar watching disgust as a fight broke out and they were frantically waving over the bar staff.

Xavier then laughed. "Afton, seriously? He's low class trash. I can see you really haven't climbed out of the gutter, have you?"

Ethan spotted the manager heading their way. Before the man arrived, Ethan grabbed Xavier by the chest, dragging him towards the back door leading to the alley. He was furious. He suddenly needed to kick the shit out of this guy similar to what he'd do a ranch hand that was acting out of line. In the alley he shoved him with a dangerous glare. "You are a piece of shit."

"Funny, I feel the same way about you," Xavier sneered arrogantly. "I can see why he keeps you around though. You enjoying the sex with him? He's good, is he not? You must be a good lay, too, for him to stoop to such low levels, though."

"That is enough. Go."

"Not until Afton gives me a percentage of the profit from that sale."

"Why do you deserve it?"

"We had a business deal and it's mine." Xavier was flexing his hands now getting ready for a fight.

Ethan laughed, "Really? How could he sell it then if it's yours?"

Xavier snarled, "It's mine."

Afton pushed out of the doors, catching the last of this statement. "I never gave you the deed. You were only the manager while it was owned by me. There is no clause in the contract that states you were entitled to anything if I sold it."

The dark haired man spun around and challenged. "You promised me, Afton and your promises are as good as any written contract. Why deviate now? You could have sold that building ten times over, but you chose now?" Xavier was furious. 

Ethan was piecing together that this must be his main source of income. He must have blown through the rest of his money and Afton's sale would bring him to financial ruin. Afton must have known that.

"I could use the money to spoil my new 'boy toy' as you called him. I prefer lover, or boyfriend, but to each is their own," Afton shrugged. 

"You are such a fucking liar," Xavier laughed. "I know you better than yourself. This is one of your coldest moments, I have to say."

Afton shrugged again. "Honestly? I've been urged to off load that building for years. I waited until you had nothing left before I ripped that income away from your greedy hands." He took a deep breath to help calm his nerves; Xavier had a way of unraveling his sense of self to bring him to his knees like a child. He always hated that. His reaction was not out of love but conditioned submission, and Afton resented feeling this way. Xavier had him trained like a dog.

Xavier sorted, "You knew I would come to you. Did you miss me?" He grabbed his cock and shook it. "Did you miss this? Your little boy not man enough?"

Ethan slammed his fist into his jaw again so hard he went sprawling. Xavier grabbed a metal pole from the ground and came up swinging. The bar just missed Ethan's head by inches, but he moved gracefully out of the way. 

He fought men who liked to fight dirty before. That's the definition of a farm hand, so he was prepared. He grabbed Xavier by the collar pulling down, but at the same time slammed his kneed into his face. It broke his nose instantly and forced him to drop the metal pole to clatter onto the cement.

Afton held his breath and watched Ethan defend him. He'd exploded into action with a protective aggression and the meaning behind his actions was staggering. It proved the depth of Ethan's love for him, validating that it was real and not some passing phase. Xavier's callous words meant nothing; lost impact and suddenly Afton shed the emotional chains of control that his ex had over him. Xavier was nothing; Ethan was everything.

"You bastard!" Xavier spat out a wad of blood onto the dirty cement.

"You have a fondness for names, but I preferred 'boy toy'," Ethan taunted, picking up the weapon. "You really need to leave."

"Not until I get compensated!"

"You will get nothing. You've earned enough off his hard work and were careless enough to squander it away," Ethan said with a dangerous calm, twirling the stick in his hand. "I will only warn you once more before I beat the shit out of you with this pipe."

"Oh, he's got you so well trained. You're just a pet to him, don't you get that?" Xavier was stepping away slowly but not in any hurry to leave. He just gave himself some breathing room.

Ethan laughed, "You can go ahead and think that if it helps you sleep at night. You have ten seconds to get the fuck out of here."

"Has he taped you yet?" 

The question rocked Ethan, but he didn't answer.

"He taped me too. Sucking his dick. We were just eighteen and he used to watch it over and over."




Old Wounds, New Love Ch. 05



"So what?"

"He'll show the tapes to people."

"And I care why? I'm gay, I have a nice dick and I have nothing to hide."

Afton flinched, looking at Ethan with a surprised expression. He sounded so confident of his orientation and his stance. He was protecting Afton like he been unable to protect himself. Xavier had shattered him that badly.

"You're as sick as he is," Xavier spat.

"He loved you and you fucked him over. How do you live with yourself?" Ethan took a menacing step forward causing Xavier to scamper away as he had in the bar.

"He loves only the power and the money. Don't you, baby?" The old endearment made Afton flinch. "You dreamt about it every fucking moment of every fucking day," he was now speaking to a white faced Afton who stood near the door frozen. "You owe me. I helped you build your empire. You wouldn't be where you are now without my help."

"I am not under your control anymore. You saw my choice of lifestyle as a sick perversion for you to exploit. You did nothing for my career and all you did was to destroy any chance I could have at being happy."

"Until now," Ethan mumbled and earned a smile from Afton. 

The comment seemed to give him courage. "I needed to purge my past, Xavier. I need to purge myself of you. That building reminded me of bad choices that I want to forget. Each day I held onto to that building was one more day I couldn't let go. I'm ready to forget. I finally have a reason to move on, so it's done, the escrow will close in three days – cash deal. When it is final, our contract is terminated. You won't get any profit from the sale and you can't collect the income from those apartments anymore. I hope you rot in hell."

"Fuck you Afton." He spat at Ethan next, "And fuck you and all your goddamn friends."

Ethan snorted, "Yes, I will fuck Afton and maybe some of his friends, thanks for the suggestion. Now go."

Xavier stared at Ethan a moment longer. None of Afton's friends had ever had the courage to stand up to him before. He saw a formidable man standing before who would. Ethan was not some weak, snivel gay man who could be pushed around. The only reason he had gotten a yoke around Afton was through his heart and his pants, but Ethan was a different matter. He'd have to use brawn and that was something Xavier didn't have. He was soft, he knew it. He chose to use manipulation to wrangle power, not brute strength.

"I will never forgive you for this, Afton." He wiped his bleeding nose again. 

"I hope you never do," Afton said in his most arrogant voice. He had found the courage to be the bone chilling cold man he could be when making business deals. "Good-bye." He strode into the building and leaned against the wall just inside the door. He was trembling so badly he nearly fell. 

Ethan caught him pinning him to the wall with his body. "Look at me," he demanded and kissed him when his face lifted. "I love you and he doesn't control you anymore. He's got to get through me first. Do you understand that?"

Afton's pale face nodded. "You defended me."

"I will defend you every day if I have to. I love you."

"I hate it that he makes me weak. I hate that me makes me tremble with fear." He held up his hand to show how badly he was shaken.

"He's gone. I know you pretty damn well, and this is not who you are. It's a reaction. Fight or flight. You chose flight." He kissed his quickly and then added, "I will be the fight from now on. Only when it comes to that asshole. You seem to handle yourself just fine with everyone else," he laughed and then kissed him more passionately, warring with his tongue in the hallway.

Greta tentatively approached, clearly worried. "Hey," she interrupted. "I left the others at the table, but I had to come. Is everything all right?"

Afton wrapped his arms around Ethan and held him in a hug, a huge smile at his friend from the embrace. "It's perfect. He's gone from my life and I feel free for the first time."

"You knew he'd come looking for you, Afton."

"Yes. I have found something that gave the courage to finally stand up to him," he squeezed Ethan. "It's time to move on."

A tear streaked down her face and she sobbed, rushing to her friend and her arms flew around the two of them in a fierce hug. "Oh thank God. I've been waiting ten years for you to say that!"

Afton cherished these two people the most in his life. Greta because she'd never once faltered in her loyalty, picking up the shattered pieces of Afton's soul each time Xavier tore him apart and Ethan solely because he held his heart. "Come on, desert is probably getting cold and Ethan, I want to get you some ice for that hand."

They all looked down at his right first and his knuckles were swollen and red. He may have broken it on that second punch. "It's fine."

"Liar. Come on," Afton shoved him off and hand in hand they made their way back into the restaurant. As he sat down at the table, he met the worried glances from each of his friends, Mary included and smiled. "It's done." It was time to finish their dinner and truly begin a new chapter in life – with Ethan.