Night of Thunder (TulMax / MaxTul) - FF

#5 - Bath

Payback!

I thought!

Or was it? The kid seemed to bring out the worst in me.

I am not averse to putting up a little show now and then for my lovers. But usually it would be limited to the confines of a bedroom, behind closed doors and usually in a more classy manner.

And though there was a part of me that wanted to cringe at my uncouth actions of moments ago, there were certain parts of me which had danced triumphantly at the attention they had received.

Since stepping inside this house I seemed to have developed a permanent hard-on, and the only thing I desperately wanted to do was throw him across any available flat surface and thrust my length into him.

I am really starting to sound crude and cave-mannish, but can you blame me, when the damn man stands there and looks at my dick like it's a piece of meat he is contemplating buying to enjoy at leisure.

~~~xxx~~~

I am trying to figure my next move. But wouldn't it be a bit bland if I just copied his actions.

If I had to up the game, I had to come up with something better. Something more sophisticated that would impress a man like him.

I certainly have no self-doubts where my body is concerned. And I am not even talking about my lean muscular frame.

More like bragging about my little brother, who isn't very little to begin with.

But just putting my impressive body on full display is certainly not going to swing this game my way.

I can see him standing there pretending nonchalance. But I can see under that casualness the anticipation which would be pretty hard to miss the way he was holding his breath.

Now add to that the number of times in these past years I have fantasized him watching me and yearned for his touch on my bare skin.

And I knew I want to do something which would not just be a show; but would be a statement of what I want from him.

~~~xxx~~~

I could see he was thinking something. Probably a way to respond to my blatant display.

Or was I overthinking. Maybe he had found it vulgar and appalling and was probably thinking of ways to get away from a perv like me. Afterall he certainly wasn't a curious, impressionable kid anymore.

I cursed myself internally.

I didn't want to lose this chance with him. Especially since I discovered that he is Max, the boy that I have been secretly searching for, for the past 12 years.

I have never regretted something as much as I have regretted leaving him in that orphanage, without even telling him goodbye. And only because at the time I had thought he was the type of nuisance I did not require in my well planned, orderly life.

But usually our heart has strange ideas. And after almost a year of procrastinating and dilly dallying and telling myself the emptiness which I had felt since returning from that orphanage would go away, I had gone back just to discover that he had been taken away by the police within a few days after I had left.

But nobody knew why and told me it had been confidential and only discussed with the head mistress as the boy had been underage. The only person who knew about it had been the old head mistress who had since retired and gone back to her own village. I had taken that as a sign that we were never meant to be and once again left without pursuing what my heart most desired.