JONAH

I stood stock still in the middle of my lounge ogling Elvis’s retreating backside. He had nonchalantly stripped down to his underwear, then stood there tempting as fuck, talking about laundry. This boy was killing me. He was a diamond in the rough, or buff, more appropriately right now. I hastily shook myself and let my cock lead the way forward.

“Found it!” a muffled voice called from the kitchen area. “You have the most amazing utility room.” Not the most erotic thing he could have said, yet I found myself aroused to the point of madness. Elvis was nothing like any man I had ever met. I think the fact that he was so self-discerning was a major turn on. I ran my hands repeatedly through my hair.

“Jesus, fuck,” I exclaimed, as I poked my head around the door to the utility room. Elvis’s cotton covered arse greeted me. He was bent practically in half trying to shove his clothes into the dryer. I shoved my hands in my pockets to stop myself grabbing him. He twisted his head and regarded me quizzically over his shoulder.

“Do you want to give me your suit?”

“This is a £3000 Zegna.” No way was it going in a bloody tumble dryer.

“Oh, I thought it was Armani.”

“You thought it was Armani,” I repeated like an idiot. “Um, no, you’re alright.”

The boy shrugged. “Ok, well, it’s still wet.”

“It’ll go to the cleaners tomorrow.” I shrugged off the jacket and threw it in a nearby basket. I undid my trousers dropping them on top of the jacket, following up with my shirt. I retrieved my phone and wallet and returned to the kitchen. I pulled a bottle of champagne from the fridge. “Are you…” I twisted around thinking he’d followed me, but he was nowhere in sight. “Elvis?”

“Be out in a minute.” His voice sounded strained. I hoped he was ok. I took two glasses from the cupboard and proceeded to open the champagne and pour. When he still hadn’t joined me, I padded back to the utility room.

“You ok?” I asked his back.

“No,” Elvis huffed.

“No?” I thought I may have an idea what his problem was.

“No.”

“Are you going to turn around?” I tried not to laugh.

“No.”

“That’s a lot of noes, Elvis.”

“Can you put something on?” He sounded exasperated.

“Just come here, baby.” I tried to soften my tone

“It’s embarrassing,” he whispered.

“It’s totally fucking hot.” I clasped his waist, loving how he shuddered under my touch. He dipped his head as he slowly turned around. The front of his tiny red briefs was bulging in the most alluring way. His cheeks matched the colour of his underwear. “Come have some champagne with me. Are you hungry?”

“Got any chocolate?” he mumbled sounding exceedingly young.

“I’m sure I do.”

“K.” He slipped his hand in mine, melting my heart into a puddle of goo, and trundled behind me into the kitchen.

I handed him the champagne to sip while I hunted for something chocolatey. “Ah ha!” A huge slab of Cadbury’s Whole Milk sat on a shelf in the pantry.

“That’s my favourite!” My heart skipped a beat at the obvious pleasure in his voice. It was a relief to know that he treasured simple things in life and wasn’t overtly bothered by my wealth.

“Do you fancy a soak in the hot tub? We can take our treats with us.”

“Hot tub! Is that the same as a Jacuzzi?” Elvis asked. I nodded. “Oh yes please!” Elvis jiggled with excitement. I wondered how I was ever going to get wet and naked with him, without wanting to fuck him silly.

Elvis chatted the entire time it took to reach my master bedroom, then fell abruptly silent when I opened the door.

“Why’ve you brought me here? I thought we were going for a dip?” Elvis stood with his hands on his hips, glaring at me as if I had somehow tricked him into my lair. He looked kind of cute, all growly and fierce.

“Because the hot tub is on my bedroom balcony.”

“Outside?” he squeaked.

“Yes, Elvis. Outside.” I dragged him past my bed and over to the glass doors. “Look.”

“Oh, wow.”

The view from my bedroom window was truly spectacular, and one I never grew tired of. The lights of London twinkled in the dark as I uncovered the hot tub and switched it on. We were actually quite sheltered as the floor of the above balcony totally covered where my hot tub sat. It wasn’t the biggest, but it had jets to die for, and I loved it. I dashed inside for some towels, our champagne and the bar of chocolate.

“In you go.” I urged Elvis on my return. I pulled off my boxers and waited for him to do the same. He hooked a thumb into his briefs, one side then the other. I held my breath. “No need to be shy; it’s only us.”

“Only us,” he repeated. “Only me and Jonah Kent.” I watched him take a deep breath. His eyelids fluttered and his cheeks pinked. I sensed just when he decided to go for it, because he tensed then relaxed, and finally wriggled out of his underwear.

“There you go. Easy,” I practically sang. “And, you’re beautiful, by the way. Nothing to feel coy about.” I made no effort to hide my admiration of his gorgeous body. He was lean but not too skinny; nicely defined like a runner rather than a gym bunny, with pale porcelain skin. His groin and balls were devoid of hair, while his half chub was cut and quite long. “Turnaround.” There was enough of a command in my tone that he automatically did as asked. My cock enjoyed his backside as much as his front. Wide shoulders tapered to a narrow waist with high, taut, peachy bottom cheeks. His crack was darker, hiding what I desperately wanted a taste of. “Can you bend over straight and hold your ankles.” My voice was croaky with desire.

“Oh my God, I’m not doing that!” Elvis sounded so appalled, I burst out laughing.

“Why not, Blue Eyes? I want to see every part of you.”

“Blue Eyes…” His voice had softened. I noticed his hips jerk slightly and guessed he was getting hard.

“Go on – get in the water then, before we both freeze to death.” I laughed again as Elvis charged for the steps and literally dropped beneath the foam of the bubbles.

“It’s divine!” he cried. “Come on, Jonah, get in.”

Elvis was such a joy, going from coy and seductive to joyous and playful in a heartbeat. He was like no one I’d ever met before; like a special Christmas gift hidden behind several different, alluring layers of the most precious wrapping, just waiting for me to reveal each one at my leisure; for my pleasure.

I climbed each step with purpose. It was arousing to be standing above him in all my naked glory, with London laid out before us. I stroked my thickening cock and palmed my heavy balls. Elvis tipped his head up to watch, wide eyed and restless. He was panting softly. I slid a hand up my chest and tweaked one nipple, then the other. Elvis swallowed hard. He shifted slightly in the water. One hand disappeared below the surface. The groan that followed made my knees buckle slightly.

“Come up here and suck me,” I told him. It wasn’t an invitation but an outright demand. He could either tell me to fuck off, or do as I wished. Thankfully, he stood up and waded over to me. His head was almost level with my hips. I thrust forward. My dripping cock hit his lips. When I pulled back slightly, a thread of my pre-come trailed between us. It was intensely erotic. I took my cock and slapped his cheeks with it. Elvis blinked hard. “Give me your hands.” He lifted them out of the water offering them to me, no questions asked. I placed one hand on each of my buttocks. “Leave them there.” He nodded. We hadn’t broken eye contact once. “Your quiff hasn’t drooped, not before in the rain, and not now even in the damp; that’s some serious product usage.”

Elvis barked out a laugh. I was glad my comment had eased the tension. I wanted him to enjoy tonight.

“I’m glad you’re impressed by my quiff.”

“More than your quiff.”

He threw me a sexy smirk. “Yeah? What else?”

“Right now, I like your mouth. I’d like it even more with your lips wrapped around my cock.”

“That right?” He licked his lips, leaving them wet and shiny. My cock throbbed. He wagged his tongue at me.

“Fucking tease.” I shivered, not sure if from cold or lust. But before I could decide which, Elvis lurched forward and swallowed me whole. “Fuck!” I yelled. The boy’s mouth was a cavern of wet heat. His tongue did wicked things to my swollen flesh, while his lips sucked a rhythm that would have me coming in seconds. “Gahhhh!” I cried grabbing his shoulders and pushing him off me. “Slow down…shit.” I was panting heavily.

“I, I, I’m sorry. Oh God, I shouldn’t have done that…I’ll go.” Elvis began to flap about in the water, trying to escape me. Suddenly he disappeared completely. He’d slipped in his panic to get out of the tub and ended up nearly drowning himself. I jumped into the water and scooped him up. He was a spluttering, snotty, gasping mess.

“Stop wriggling or I’ll drop you. You’re too slippery.” I wrapped my arms around him and he clung to me like a baby koala, still trying to draw breath into his lungs. He began to cough and I patted his back gently. We were both shivering from the cold, so I lowered my arse to one of the tub seats leaving just our heads above the water. Finally, Elvis stopped moving. “What the hell was that all about?” I asked him, genuinely perplexed.

“You pushed me away,” he croaked.

“Because I didn’t want to come yet!” I replied sounding slightly exasperated even to my own ears. Elvis brushed his now floppy wet fringe, out of his eyes. I was transfixed by several beads of water perched precariously on the ends of his long eyelashes. They were a mid-brown colour which I guessed matched whatever his hair was under the blue. Talking of blue, Elvis’s eyes had turned a darker shade maybe because of the water, or the fact he was aroused. He was truly gorgeous. He wriggled on my lap causing me to grunt.

“Is there like a one-time come rule, you have then?” he asked me with a cheeky grin. “Or is it an age thing?” Oh, he did not go there. For pointing out I was quite a few years older than he was, it was time I taught Mr Sassy Pants that I was indeed his boss! I stood up taking him with me and threw him over my shoulder. Elvis yelled and giggled at the same time, gripping onto my butt cheeks with determined strength. I slapped his perky white arse, making him squeal.

“Do it again, Daddy!” he taunted before laughter took hold once more. I sniggered loudly. The boy was enjoying himself at my expense, and I loved it!

“Call me Daddy again at your peril, young man.” I hoped he would.

“Daddddddddyyyyy!” Elvis whooped, digging his fingers into my buttocks. I threw him onto my bed enjoying the way his junk jiggled. His arms flew upwards to steady his fall and I took full advantage, catching both his wrists in one hand. Elvis stilled. I could feel his pulse racing and his cock swelling.

“Do you like me restraining you, Elvis?” He nodded. “I’m going to need your words, boy.”

“Yes, Sir,” he whispered. His cheeks flushed pink. I lifted up to see the blush run down his body.

“Good to know.” I shoved a knee between his legs nudging them apart. “Anything I need to know before…”

“…you fuck me?” Elvis challenged.

“Do you want me to fuck you?” I asked. He was young although clearly not inexperienced judging by his epic fellatio technique. Yet he could still be a virgin for all I knew.

Elvis stared at me while he considered my question. “What if I want to fuck you?” He was looking to provoke a response, but I wasn’t quite sure yet what it was.

“Do you want to fuck me?” I challenged him back, playing him at his own game. He narrowed his eyes at me; rolled his bottom lip between his teeth like a little wanton slut, then ever so slowly ground his hips against mine. My cock filled with blood making my head spin. “Who are you, Elvis Smith? I swear you have me under some kind of spell.”

He smiled coyly at me.

“I’m just a blue-eyed, blue-haired shop boy, Mr Kent. No one special.” He batted his eyelashes at me and blew me a kiss.

“Fucking tease,” I growled. I released my hold on his wrists and slid my hands down his arms. He squirmed when I got to his armpits. The hair was soft and warm to my touch. I dipped my face into soft skin and inhaled the musky scent of him. I hummed.

“You’re weird,” Elvis laughed. I flicked my tongue around his pit turning the laugh into a sexy sounding moan. “Oh fuck, that’s crazy.” I switched and gave his other armpit the same treatment. He rewarded me by thrusting upwards so that our cocks met and kissed. I looked down between our bodies to see my pre-come mixing with his, leaving a sticky mess on both of us. I couldn’t resist reaching down to grab both hard cocks in my hand and pump them together. “Shiiiiit!” Elvis cried.

“Love how we feel together,” I mumbled into his neck. I licked and sucked at the soft skin determined to mark him as mine. I wanted him to go to work tomorrow wearing the evidence of our love making.

“Make me come, Joe. Make me come.” Elvis was thrashing about beneath me, completely uninhibited. His face was scrunched into a concentrated expression as he chased his orgasm. He had one thing in mind and I wasn’t going to deny him. Not tonight anyway. I slowed my hand action right down, applying pressure but not speed. “Noooo,” Elvis whined.

“Hush, my blue-eyed boy, it’s going to happen. Just give yourself up to the sensation. Don’t chase it. Let it come to you.” I made sure to gather up some more of the pre-come leaking from our cocks to ease the slick slide of my hand job. I pulled back slightly so I could watch the moment his orgasm hit. I was sure it would be beautiful.

“Ohhhhh, gonna blowwww!” Elvis tensed. Every cord in his neck was strained. His back arched and his eyes squeezed shut. Suddenly his entire body froze then spasmed as his climax slammed through him. He shot creamy ropes of come over my hand and up his abs bellowing Jonah at the top of his lungs. I watched in wonder. Elvis was truly stunning in the throes of passion. My own pleasure was momentarily forgotten in the afterglow of his release until I realised I could feel his cock pulsing against mine. It was enough to trigger the hovering tingle into an eruption of electric pleasure that suffused my entire being, culminating in a powerful orgasm. I grunted and gasped as waves of euphoria engulfed me.

“Yes!” I declared in approval, before flopping to the mattress by Elvis’s side. Our breathing was the only thing that could be heard in the room. Inside my head, however, was a storm of swirling noise. In one short day, a blue-eyed, blue-haired boy had brought me to my knees.