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Boy on a Mission Chapter 3
It has been a week since the incident and just like the previous weeks, I have no idea how to proceed. Don't get me wrong, I did come up with a few plans but after giving them some thought--rational thought--I concluded that they wouldn't work because most of them were super far fetched anyway. However, I wouldn't say that I'm back at square one, because that's simply not true. After all, I got the pictures and that has to count for something, right?
Wracking my brain for a good plan was painful and stressful, so much so that I agreed to go to Dynamic Harmony with my friend, Amanda.
`Okay, why'd you agree to come this time?' she asks.
`I always agree.'
`You literally don't, but go off.'
We entered the studio to be greeted by a few of the attendees. I'm not a regular like Amanda, but I've been here enough times for the members to recognize me. Besides, this part of town is considered the more `elite' part, I guess, so one way or another, I was going to get recognised because of my father.
Laying down my yoga mat, I noticed Amanda had gone missing, but figured she probably went to fill up her water bottle or something, so I didn't think anything of it. A couple minutes later, she walked in the room with none other than Alicia Hart. This has always been a normal thing. Alicia would usually visit and conduct some classes around the city and not once has it affected me in any way. Why would it? The woman was here to do her job and check in on her business. There was no reason for me to be bothered by it.
It still doesn't bother me. The right term would be...intrigued. Yes, intrigued.
Then, it struck me. I should make nice and talk to her.
Amanda!' I called, walking over to the two women. Oh, hey, Alicia. How are you?'
The businesswoman glanced over at me and beamed, `Archie! Been a while, hasn't it?'
I returned her smile and engaged in a bit of small talk with her.
All the while she was talking to me, I couldn't focus on a single word, and I see that this is a recurring issue of mine ever since I've been hung up on Mr. Hart. Anyway, I had no clue what she was talking to me about besides the usual how's school' and how's your progress'. All I could think about, though, was the fact that she was being cheated on by her husband. Some part of me truly felt bad for her, because she's been nothing but kind to me since the day I met her. She was a good and effective instructor and an even better person once I got to know her, so this may seem a bit out of character for me but fuck, I feel like shit for what I'm about to do.
I answered her questions passively with hums of acknowledgement and nods as my mind went elsewhere, but somehow, my focus was on her and her words when she started speaking to me about her kids.
`College is going great for Benji and Dylan!' she beamed.
Right. Mr. Hart and her have two kids, one of which was my age.
`Dylan just started his postgraduate program a few months ago,' she added.
`In what, if I may ask?'
She chuckled at my tone, `So polite. Like father, like son, I guess.'
`Law and Government over in Washington.'
Well, damn. Smart guy.
Throughout my life, I never really had anything of mine to lean on, in terms of what I would classify as `real' talent, like, I can write a few essays and get decent grades but to actually thrive in real life? I've always thought that I would never make it...not like my dad and brother are, at least. So, forgive me for comparing myself to another kid whom I've never in my life met before. I admit that sometimes my insecurities get the better of me and honestly, it sucks...but whatever.
Our pilates session began shortly after and to be honest, I felt super relaxed after it. Don't get me wrong, because I'm still thinking about Mr. Hart, but my mind is somewhat clearer and I don't feel like throwing myself off of a bridge.
Amanda was speaking to Alicia while I was rolling up my mat, ready to leave, but was interrupted when the two of them walked towards me.
Archie, is it okay if we go to Alicia's for a while?' my friend asked. She has some old design books that she wants to give me.'
Amanda, with her hands clasped, gave me a pleading look.
I smile as I nod.
`Of course. I don't mind at all, Mandy.'
I was more than willing to help. Normally, if it was a favor as small as this, I'd agree to it without question, and I guess you could say that this was no different. In a way, it isn't different. Not at all. However, I was more willing than usual this time. Of course, why wouldn't I be when it's going to lead me to Mr. Hart and his personal space.
I've to make the most of it, though, considering we'll only be there for a short while to collect whatever Alicia was going to give to Amanda. No matter. I'm going to make this count if it's the last thing I do.
I honestly didn't expect an hour drive to Alicia's house--excluding shitty traffic--but that's what I got. When we arrived, though, I admit, I was a bit shocked to see how modest it was honestly. I mean, don't take my word for it because a three-storey house to me was, in fact, modest because of what I'm used to. It's cute though, don't get me wrong.
We stepped into the house and made our way to the lavish living room. A housemaid helped take Alicia's things from her as we sat down on the comfy sofa.
`Make yourselves at home. I'm going to get the books,' Alicia said as she sauntered off.
While waiting, the maid served Amanda and I lemonade. To my own surprise, I was looking at the house as if it was the most breathtaking place I had ever seen. In a sense, it is, because of who it belonged to.
`Not to your standards?'
I snapped out of it and my eyes landed on Amanda, `No, it's nice.'
Amanda let out a short `huh'. Guess she was as shocked as I was.
A little while later, Alicia returned, completely changed as she now had on a sleeveless polo shirt and a pair of skinny jeans. Her blonde hair, previously in a bun, was now styled into a side braid.
Really looking at her as she was in this moment, I thought to myself, she's absolutely beautiful and I'm positive that if I was, in some way, hetero, I would definitely be into her. Not to mention kind. And I wonder...why the fuck did Mr. Hart cheat on her? It honestly makes me sad, in a way. They're both perfect. Both of them are crazy good looking, successful and kind people. Stereotypical almost, but my point stands. Difficult as it is for me to say, they're perfect for each other according to society.
It got me thinking, would I be the worst person on this planet to damage that bond and love between these two people who've been nothing but nice to me? It pains me to say it, but I believe I just might. This mission--MY mission--is my priority right now, and everything else can wait. Maybe I am about to commit something so unethical but so did Mr. Hart. He was probably at it even before I started crushing on him. So, he's just as bad as I am, if not worse. I'm not the one with a wife and kids. I'm just a boy who's trying to have a bit of fun...at the cost of someone else's happiness, unfortunately.
I sat there with the two women as they went through the design books, ultimately joining in on their conversation. I didn't notice how much time had passed until I looked at my phone. It was already 7 p.m. and the skies were already dark when I looked out the sliding patio door.
I myself was getting kind of tired so I did that thing where you slap your leg as you get up to indicate your inevitable departure.
Well,' I said as I got up. It's a bit late and I think Mandy and I should head back.'
Amanda was about to get up, too, but Alicia gently held her wrist and spoke, `Oh, please stay for dinner!'
See what I said about this woman being nice?
`We couldn't,' Amanda replied.
There's no trouble, really!' she insisted. My husband's coming home soon and Benji's here, too, so stay and have dinner with us!'
Damn, well, that changes everything!
I get to see my dream man here, in his personal abode!
I spoke up, feigning courtesy, `We wouldn't want to impose, ma'am.'
Please let us impose. PLEASE LET ME IMPOSE.
Alicia laughed at the way I referred to her, waving my politeness away.
`Not imposing if the lady of the house invited you.'
Amanda looked at me, as if asking for my approval because I was her ride home. Fuck yes, we're staying.
If it's not too much trouble,' I gave Alicia a charming smile. We'd love to.'
We were lent one of the guest rooms to freshen up before joining the family for dinner. I took a longer shower than I intended to...doing things I probably shouldn't be doing at another person's home, but I honestly couldn't help it. As I stepped into the spacious shower, my mind started to form these fantasies, like one where Mr. Hart fucks me in this very shower. Engrossed in my thoughts, I began to touch myself as the warm water and soap ran down my fit body. Lubricating my fingers with saliva, I started fingering myself, wishing it was Mr. Hart doing this chore instead of me. He would lean down and whisper words of lust in my ear as he stretched me out for his--presumably--massive cock. I upped the thirst factor by wrapping my fingers around my own hard dick, stroking it vigorously while also holding back my moans as I feared that Amanda would be able to hear me.
Which is why I panicked when she banged on the bathroom door, `Do I need to remind you that you aren't in your house?!'
`I'm dirty, leave me alone!' I shouted back.
`You're wasting water!'
Five minutes!' I groaned. Go away!'
My bate sesh was cut short after that. I didn't even get to cum, unfortunately. It's okay. I'll get to see the hunk of my dreams soon. I'll just wait it out for now because good things come to those who wait, right? Right?!
They truly do because when Amanda and I entered the dining room, he was there. The most handsome man in the whole wide world, Mr. Theodore Emery Hart.
I was already smiling but my smile grew wider as he got up from his seat to greet me.
Archibald,' he flashed me with that beautiful smile of his. Good to see you again!'
He firmly shook my hand and I nodded, `Good to see you, too, Mr. Hart.'
In this moment, I am content. I am full. Seeing him had fulfilled my eye-candy deficiency. I was so captivated and excited to see him that I completely disregarded his use of my legal name.
Shortly after, Benjamin, Mr. Hart and Alicia's younger son joined us. He was about my height and I guess you could say that we also shared a similar physique as he had a lean, swimmer's build like me. He had a buzzcut and his eyes were of a dark-blue hue like his dad's. All in all, I'd classify him as handsome and definitely would be flattered if he decided to ask me out. I doubt it, though, and even if he did, I'd have to politely decline because of obvious reasons.
Greetings and smiles were exchanged before we all sat down at the dining table. Alicia, of course, lied when she said it was no trouble, because what was displayed in front of me was nothing short of a feast. I enjoyed myself, nonetheless, of course, not because of the feast (yes, it was good and my stomach was extremely grateful for the delectable meal) but because of Mr. Hart, obviously. He was seated opposite to me, just like he was at the meeting where I first met him, except this time, everything was much more casual. He was still dressed in his work clothes like, he had on a navy blue shirt but the sleeves were rolled up and he the first few buttons were unbuttoned and...holy fuck. He looks so much like he did in that one picture of him and Dad at the dinner party.
What's more is that his hair's a tad bit disheveled and my god, do I have a thing for disheveled-looking daddies and this one right here? Mr. Hart? Is an absolute gem of a disheveled daddy.
Honestly, I was quite full after a while but my mouth watered at the sight of my dream man, especially with the undone buttons that were giving me a peek of his fuzzy and sculpted chest. If I wasn't horny before (I was), I definitely am now and I am so thankful that no one can see the raging boner I have right now. I really can't help it. The sight of Mr. Hart's just so tantalizing. What I would do to worship this beautiful, beautiful man.
After dinner, everybody had a grand time chatting and truly, it was nice to see Mr. Hart so relaxed and happy, but it felt weird, if I'm being completely honest. I just don't know how I could be sitting here, in their lavish living room, conversing with these people while also holding the secret that I've been keeping for a week now: Mr. Hart's infidelity. How could he, the man who is practically perfect in my eyes, have his arm wrapped around his wife while their son was sitting next to him...How could he not feel any remorse for what he had done?
Do I know the full extent of the story? No, of course not, but would I like to know? Yes. Regardless of what's going on, this whole situation just didn't sit right with me, which sounds crazy when I think about it because I've been doing nothing but lust over Mr. Hart and plan on having him slip into bed with me. I would need to learn how to navigate this situation better.
My train of thought was interrupted when Amanda nudged my knee with hers as she tapped on her wrist. I quickly realized that it was already half past ten. Jeez, what were we all even talking about?
`It's super late,' I started.
`Yeah, we should get going,' Amanda agreed.
The sound of drizzling rain was soothing yet uncomfortable to my ears, for whatever reason. Now, I've never really been a big fan of driving at night--because I hate driving in the dark--but what I despise more is driving at night when it's raining. I can't see, first of all, and there's rain? Fuck, no. So, Amanda and I had to get a move on quickly before it gets worse.
We said our thanks and goodbyes to the Harts before they saw us off at the main entrance of their home. Alicia kissed me on the cheek and I thanked her and her family for the hospitality. Afterwards, Mr. Hart wrapped his big arms around me, pulling me into a hug. I had to shift my hips backwards because the moment he had his hands on me, I was already hard. I returned the hug fully, taking in the moment, memorizing his feel and scent. He smelled of a woodsy-esque cologne and his embrace felt warm, welcoming, soft. It didn't even occur to me that I wasn't even wishing he had been naked then as I was completely focused on his embrace at the moment. It was bliss. Pure bliss.
The doors opened and we were immediately greeted by the rumbling of thunder and rain. Lots of it. It was pouring and I did NOT like the looks of it.
I thought I had sighed inwardly but apparently not, as Amanda turned to look at me with a worried expression, `Archie, I can drive if you want.'
Hell no. Listen, I love this girl to bits but she's a horrible driver. She managed to get us both in a minor accident once on an empty road in broad daylight. Lord knows what'll happen if she drives us home right now. We wouldn't make it past the gate.
Nah, it's fine,' I responded, scratching the back of my head. I'll manage.'
Who the hell am I kidding? It's pouring and it's going to take me at least an hour to get back. What? I'm not going to speed at night when there's rain. I need to live to see that daddy dick.
I think I should just call my driver,' I sighed. If it's okay with you, Mr and Mrs. Hart, can I leave my car here? I'll come by tomorrow to pick it up.'
Just as I went for my phone, a hand found its place on my shoulder, and after that earlier embrace, I could easily identify who it belonged to.
`Why don't you two just stay the night?'
Holy fuck. Holy fuck. Holy fuck.
Spend the night? At his house? While he's there?!
`Mr. Hart, I couldn't.'
PLEASE INSIST.
`No, you two should stay here. I don't think it'll let up anytime soon.'
I looked at him innocently with furrowed brows, `Are you sure?'
Alicia stepped up and smiled, `Of course! Come back inside.'
`I'll shoot your dad a text,' Mr. Hart added.
Hallelujah.
Shortly after, Amanda and I were led to the guest rooms. Ours were right next to each other. While I was getting myself settled in the room, Benjamin came in and lent a pair of his pajamas as we were roughly the same fit.
`Thanks, man.'
No problem,' he nodded. Hey, just let me know if you need anything, alright?'
`Will do. Thanks again.'
He gave me a smile and left the room. Cute guy.
I couldn't sleep. It was probably around midnight and I kept tossing and turning. I thought to myself, `just imagine Mr. Hart sleeping next to you. I mean, you're literally in his house right now' but it didn't work. I had no idea what was going on with me. I just couldn't fall asleep for the life of me.
My thrashing was getting me nowhere so I got up and paced around the room. The result? Nothing. I wanted to scream but obviously I couldn't. This isn't my home. It would be unbecoming behavior. I sat at the foot of my bed and scrolled through my phone for a bit (and even looked at pictures of Mr. Hart) and still felt restless, so I got up and decided to go to the kitchen for a glass of water. At this point, I'm open to any ideas on how to get me to slumber because my tiredness was nothing but genuine.
This house was huge, yes, but I wasn't about to stomp down the stairs like I'd do back home. Hey, my dad did a good job at raising me. I ensured my steps were light as I walked down the stairs and headed to the kitchen, where I noticed that the lights were on. As I took a step closer, I started to hear a voice. A voice I'd recognize anytime and anywhere.
I was already tiptoeing as I needed to get closer without startling him. I wasn't able to hear anybody else's voice, so either he was talking to himself or he was on the phone. The latter was the correct assumption as once I got closer, it became very apparent that he was on the phone with someone. The closer I got to the kitchen, the more I could hear and I do not know if what I heard made me happy, angry or sad. Maybe all three, I suppose.
`Owen's son and his friend are staying over,' he said.
Wait, was he talking about me? I sure fucking hope so. Good things, I hope.
No, but maybe next weekend?' he replied to whatever was said on the other line. I'm going out with Alicia and Benji this weekend.'
I remained by the kitchen entrance. Close enough to eavesdrop but far enough that I wouldn't get caught.
I miss you, too,' he sighed. Just a little longer, baby?'
I fucking knew it.
Calling his side-chick in the middle in the middle of the night while his wife is sleeping upstairs. What a shame.
They continued to talk to one another on the phone but the conversation was getting really boring, and I figured Mr. Hart would be so engrossed in this dumb conversation to not even notice me if I made myself present. So, I peeked into the kitchen ever so slightly, and what I saw was marvelous.
Mr. Hart was wearing a pair of gray sweatpants.
JUST gray sweatpants.
My eyes were glued to his body and how hot and horny it made me with every single second of me gazing at this beast of a man. He groomed himself well as his body hair was trimmed neatly. His pecs had a right amount of fur that would tidily scatter to his happy trail. I was captivated yet again.
He sighed as he spoke into the speaker, `I want you, too. Always.'
My eyes went wide as I gazed over his actions when he said those words as he brought his free hand to his bulge, that was ever so present now, and caressed his hardening member. Truly, my eyes could've popped out of their sockets due to how wide open they were upon seeing this lust show. I was left agog as I remained staring at the scene before me. I started to rub my own erection through the fabric of my pajama pants. I was already leaking so much precum and my mind was in such a haze that I could barely hear anything Mr. Hart was saying to his paramour. Okay, now, I was actually possessed by lust.
Their conversation went on up to a point where it toned down and Mr. Hart sighed, `See you.'
No `I love you's', nothing. Just bye. Huh.
I, thankfully, was able to calm myself down and take a final deep breath before making my grand entrance.
`Oh,' I faked as I walked in and our eyes landed on each other.
Mr. Hart was startled and straightened his posture upon seeing me. He shifted to the marble counter. To hide his boner, I figured.
I guess his professional side kicked in quickly as he physically relaxed, placing his elbows on the counter and leaning forward before flashing me that fucking smile.
`Sorry, Archibald, didn't see you there.'
No, I'm sorry, Mr. Hart,' I apologized. My throat's just feeling a bit dry.'
Damn right it was dry.
`Let me get you a glass.'
He turned towards the refrigerator and gave me a good view of his sculpted back. For a man his age, he is in real good shape. I mean, he wasn't OLD old or anything, but you get what I mean.
I downed the glass of water he had given me and let out a semi-loud ahh', Thanks, Mr. Hart.'
`No problem, kiddo.'
He remained there, shirtless as his eyes fluctuated between his smartphone and me.
`Were you on a call with someone?'
If you weren't like me, trained from a very young age about these sorts of things, (Thanks, Dad and Julian) you'd have missed it. Mr. Hart displayed slight nervousness for only a split second before shaking his head.
Yeah, daddy duties, again!' he chuckled. Dylan.'
What a liar.
Oh.
Wait.
When me and dad had breakfast with him that time, he left to take a call and said that Benjamin called him. `Daddy duties' he said.
It clicked.
Using your sons as a smokescreen. Well played, Mr. Hart. Well played.
Of course, I played along as he even went so far as to show me a picture of Dylan. I expected nothing less from someone related to him. Like Benjamin, Dylan was handsome, but taller and had a buffer build to his figure. Like a stereotypical football player, if you will. He had Mr. Hart's eyes, too, but his hair was all Alicia. Mid-length dirty blonde hair that was swept back with a side part. Dylan gave me a `boy next door' sort of vibe.
My conversation with my dream daddy was cut short when he told me he was going to go to bed. He clasped a hand on my shoulder and gave me a mini shake as he smiled before returning to his bedroom.
Not long after, I returned to the guest room and finally felt like I was able to fall asleep. See? All I needed was a dose of Mr. Hart, and I was extra lucky today because the universe gave me quite a show, so, I can't really complain. Once I was tucked in bed, I thought, why not finish my jerk session from this late afternoon before I was so rudely interrupted by Amanda? Especially since I have extra good material to fap to now.
I tugged on the waistband of my pajama pants and lo and behold, I already had a mess that would absolutely need cleaning. Sorry, Benjamin.
To be continued...