Suited

Eight

Lunch and coffee were served half an hour later and I told him to take his time but I didn't. I was upstairs a short while after I sat down and back by the time he finished. However, as much as I wanted to turn him over now, I didn't want to work him over on a full stomach. I set down the things I'd grabbed and told him to put his shoes on.

A little confused, he obliged and the two of us ended up outdoors, side by side on one of the trails behind the complex. The scenery was gorgeous. The sky was clear and blue overhead with faint notions of ghostlike clouds. The trees had gone to their traditional fall colors and plenty of leaves had fallen to the ground.

I chuckled when Lawrence veered left to deliberately step on one. "What?" He twisted his foot a few times to ensure he got it, smiling at the noise it made. "It's crunchy."

I nodded, smiling too. "Yes it is."

We kept walking. He stepped on more leaves and I settled into a rather contented mood. After we'd gotten to the pond, we stopped for a rest. It wasn't a long walk, maybe ten or fifteen minutes, so we weren't tired. We just took a moment to take in our surroundings. He looked at the water and the geese that had made a home of the other side while I looked at how the midday sun caught his complexion, highlighting his nose bridge and casting light across his form. How the foliage kissed lines of shadow across him in places. We took the same way back to the condo and I found myself taking his hand.

I didn't let go until we were locked inside of my residence. "Strip."

He glanced at the wall of windows ahead of us. He didn't know they were tinted and he didn't need to. The risk would excite him. He'd mentioned exhibitionism in his list. He'd done public play before. Sly touches in clubs and discrete vibrators on dates. Granted, he was in control then. Not anymore.

He didn't seem to miss control though. "Sì, Signore." I instructed him to fold his clothes neatly and he did the best he could. It was enough. Today was experimental. He wouldn't be as skilled as boys I'd scened with before but that was to be expected. That was what drew me to him. I'd make him perfect. His clothes went on top of the shoe cabinet.

I took a few steps closer to him and slipped my hand between us, taking his half hard cock into my hand. He wasn't a bad size. Too bad he wouldn't be using it with me. I wasn't going to change my mind on that. "You've done nothing but excite me all day, Lawrence. You're quite a tease." He stood, frozen in place as I fondled him a lot less gently than he had me in the store. He quickly became erect. "I believe you owe me."

His voice cracked when I rolled my thumb over his slit and he readjusted his footing. I continued, "There are hundreds of ways I could have you repay me, but you know this circumstance is rather limited, yes?" He nodded. I collected a bead of his precum and brought my thumb to his lips. "Open."

He stared at me with big eyes for a moment and I stared back, daring him to disobey me. Hesitantly and silently, he opened his mouth his pink tongue darted out. I swiped my thumb across it and watched as he swallowed. "Bravo ragazzo," I purred. He shivered. "Kneel. Palms up on your thighs."

He sank to the floor. I smiled at him and threaded my fingers through that shiny hair. "You look even better in waiting. What do you think I'm going to have you do?"

"B-Blow you?"

"Smart boy. I've been lusting over that mouth of yours since I first saw it." He disclosed that he'd never given a man head before. "Have you kissed someone before?" I felt it was an obvious answer and he confirmed that. "You'll be fine."

I unzipped my pants and held him close to the bulge in my underwear. He let out an 'mmf' when his face made contact with my pelvis, his nose brushing along the side of my manhood. "You're going to become used to this, Lawrence. I'll get you off; however, this should be your priority. You're going to satisfy me if you want me to get you high."