Boy on a Mission

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Boy on a Mission Chapter 6

When I was younger, my dad brought me to the circus for the first time and I remember seeing the acrobats do their stunts in the air. I was utterly amazed by what I saw, but throughout the entire sequence, I remember being focused on the male acrobat's movements. His body was perfection and his face, gosh, he was a dreamboat. I was so in awe of him that I kept thinking about him upon returning home. I thought about him often, on the way to school, while I ate, and, of course, when I was in bed. I was just mesmerized by the thought of him and his gorgeous and flexible body.

The feeling I felt whenever I thought about the acrobat was the exact same feeling I'm currently feeling. Looking at Mr. Hart's magnificent figure as he finally relaxed in the hot water, I was mesmerized and aroused. The audible breath of air he let out when he finally sat down was nothing short of sexy and only contributed to my stiffening member, begging for an escape.

My hand was still on the sliding door as I wanted to allow Mr. Hart to get settled before making my presence known to him. Once I felt that he was relaxed enough, I took one more deep breath--this time, it was less audible as I didn't want to startle the hunk.

The sliding door slid open, simultaneous with my voice, `Mr. Hart?'

Mr. Hart jolted slightly to the sound of my voice. The sound of sloshing water came about when he craned his neck to look at me. His cheeks were a bit wet from the splatter of water when he was startled by my voice, and they were also red from the heat of the onsen...or something else.

`Archie, what're you doing here?' he asked.

I stepped into the dry area and slid the door behind my shut, not once taking my eyes off of the beautiful man before me. His neck soon aligned with the posture of his body as he slightly adjusted his seated position to face me, relieving his neck from the tension.

I felt a tickle in my throat as I tried to speak, so I cleared my throat, which clearly made the situation more awkward, I believe.

I just wanted to get Dad's charger,' I answered. I knocked but you didn't respond.'

He gave me a slight smile as he moved his entire body to face me, placing his arms on the rocky edges of the onsen. I could see his hairy armpits from his lifted arms and felt the tickle return to my throat.

`Ah, sorry about that. Was just getting in and I couldn't really hear anything from here.'

I shook my head, `No worries, sir. Sorry I disturbed you.'

In return, Mr. Hart shook his head, `Nothing to be sorry about, son.'

I needed to figure out how to stay. How to get him to invite me in, because, fuck, I needed this and I needed whatever the fuck that was going to happen between us to happen soon. I couldn't wait any longer. Come on, universe, do your magic!

`You about to head to bed, Archie?' he asked.

No, sir,' I lied. Not sure what to do. Julian's dead asleep and I think Amanda's already in bed, too.'

A small smile tugged at his lips as he moved to another side of the onsen, giving me a good display of his muscled shoulder blades and back as he did.

`Join me!' he said as he rested his elbows on the hard surface, facing me. His firm and fuzzy chest was on full display now, and his nipples looked absolutely delectable. I felt my mouth water at the sight of him and my dick only got harder by the second.

I had to play it smart, though. Playing hard to get was always a tactic that has always worked well in my favor, but I didn't want to be too obvious. Plus, with him, the whole ploy was quite difficult to pull off because I was obsessed with him and didn't want to play any further games. I needed him. Every fiber of my being yearned for Mr. Hart, and his invitation only made me want to skip all the necessary steps that ensured my mission's success. Unfortunately, if I jumped into the water with him and begged to suck his dick, I'm certain it wouldn't bode well for whatever else I had planned out for us. Hell, I might not even see him again if I fuck things up. No matter how much I wanted him, I needed to play it smart. I was in this for the long run. I didn't--never--wanted what could happen between us to be a one time thing. Hell no.

`But I don't want to disturb you, sir.'

He waved his hand, dismissing my decorum, `You're not. I wouldn't have invited you if I thought you'd be disturbing me.'

`Plus, it'd be nice to have some company.'

I raised an eyebrow, my curiosity authentic, `Dad went to the public onsen to meet up with the employees. Why didn't you join him?'

He laughed, `Some company doesn't always mean I want to be around 20 people, Archie.'

`Besides, the water's nice and warm and I'm here to relax, not mingle with a handful of people trying to gain something from me!' he added.

I smiled bashfully, looking down at my feet as I rubbed the back of my neck. If only he knew.

Here he was, inviting me to take a dip in the onsen with him and only him. Fully naked, mind you. I know I should jump at the opportunity, but like I said, I didn't need my eager ass fucking things up before I reached a point of certainty. Slow and steady wins the race, right?

`You sure, Mr. Hart? I have my own private onsen and I really don't wanna impose on your me time,' I said, my voice a bit more hesitant as I loathed myself for not agreeing immediately.

He shook his head again with that killer smile of his, `I'm starting to think you don't WANT to hang around me, Archie.'

Fuck no. He couldn't be more wrong.

I let out a sigh and rubbed my neck again, `Sir, I...Okay, fine.'

He clapped his hands once and beamed. He's so fucking adorable.

I walked over to one of the benches near the edge of the onsen and started stripping, all the while my back was facing Mr. Hart. I slowly stripped, giving him a show, but as I got to my pants, I realized I was still hard (how could I not be?) and a wave of panic washed over me. I couldn't let him see me like this! Then, I made my strip session a bit longer, not to give him a show, but to figure out what to do with my erection. I was finally in my underwear after a solid minute and bent down to put my clothes in the box beneath the bench. As I did, I quickly adjusted my dick to hide the tent that was already pitched in my underwear. Standing straight once again, I looked over at my bulge one more time and saw that it was still quite apparent, but not too obvious, I guess. I'm just hoping Mr. Hart will take it as me having a big dick or something. That was the best outcome I thought of as the gears in my mind turned rapidly, thinking of many things at once.

Done and ready to supposedly relax, I walked over to the tiny steps that led to the onsen and finally dipped my feet in. As I went further into the water, my eyes glanced over at Mr. Hart and I swear he was looking at my bulge. Dear God, I hope he didn't think anything of it, but of course, he was because why else would he look at me like that?

Before submerging my body in the hot water, Mr. Hart raised one of his hands and spoke up with a somewhat firm tone.

`What's up with that, Archie?'

I was confused as he pointed at the lower half of my body.

Fuck. Did he think I was a freak for being turned on? Oh my God, he probably realized all this time that I was into him and now he's finally calling me out on it. Shit, I'm screwed. I'm so fucking screwed! I honestly felt so lightheaded and thought that I was seconds away from fainting. I could, by some miracle, find some courage to fix the situation by asking him, `What do you mean, sir?'

My voice and question came out weird, like a croak, almost. Mr. Hart tore his gaze from my crotch to my eyes. I could only hope that my eyes weren't watery because I felt like crying from the embarrassment.

`Archie, why're you wearing your underwear?'

Huh?

You're not supposed to wear anything in an onsen,' he explained. Don't want the water to get contaminated.'

Oh.

`Oh...I...'

`Also, you should rinse yourself off first before getting in.'

Mr. Hart looked at me with a genuine smile as he nodded towards the shower by the entrance, near the sliding door.

My body shivered from both the cold air and his gentle smile.

`Better hop to it, Archie. Don't worry, the chill will be gone when you're in here,' he said.

If I wasn't somewhat lucid, I would've already fainted, but not before I let out the heaviest inward sigh ever. This man and his effect on me. Damn.

I was glad. Like, really glad because, my dream guy didn't look at me in disgust and start stoning me for being a perverted freak. However, at the same time, I was still kind of embarrassed because I felt so dumb. I didn't even think to go for a rinse before going in...and taking off my underwear like Mr. Hart did.

Walking back to the box, I removed my underwear and left it there before moving to the shower. Throughout the entirety of the three minute shower, my hand remained on my crotch, cupping my penis. I was no longer rigid, thankfully. Well, I was a bit, but not fully hard.

Once I was done, I took a few deep breaths and headed to the onsen, my hands concealing my member the whole time. I didn't even dare to look at Mr. Hart as I got into the water, because if I did, I knew I'd pop a new boner right away.

With my body submerged in the body of warm water, I let out a breathy sigh as it felt amazing. The tension I felt before left my body for a considerable amount of time upon my initial dip. My eyes were closed as I focused on relaxing. I'm not sure how to describe the smell around me besides, soothing. I truly felt at ease.

`Feels nice, doesn't it?'

I opened my eyes and thankfully, there was only a slight tension in my muscles as my eyes landed on the beautiful creature with me.

Mr. Hart was seated across from me, which is a recurring scene, isn't it? The onsen was in no way tiny, but it was small enough for us to be comfortable speaking to each other with the distance between us.

`Very nice, sir,' I sighed.

He closed his eyes and smiled at me. I felt my dick throb. I wasn't too worried, though, as there was enough steam to mask anything that was in the water. Plus, the space that separated us made me worry less.

The both of us were in a state of relaxation and neither of us uttered a word for a good five minutes. I swear, my head was nowhere near the mission and it was shocking. However, my mind was steered back to where it should've been upon hearing Mr. Hart's voice.

`You alright, Archie?'

`Yeah, I'm fine. And you?'

`I'm okay,' he said.

I opened my eyes and met his gaze.

You were really quiet during dinner,' he added. Are you sure you're okay?'

I made an attempt at relieving the tension, `You calling me a yapper?'

His eyes widened and he chortled at my words.

It was nice seeing him like this. It reminded me of dinner at his house where he was most casual. It felt relaxed. Casual.

Coming down from his laughter, he said, `No, but I just wanted to make sure you're alright.'

It wasn't anything deep. He wasn't saying that he would make the world suffer just so I could be happy, no, but regardless, his words made me swoon as everything else he did. I was just so smitten by him.

Thinking about it for a bit, though, could I play up a shtick? Maybe he'd be more than willing to comfort me. Words of advice that would slowly and sensually turn into physical comfort...yes. I was trying to think of a way to get him to fuck me but I never really knew where to start. Obviously, the talking and seeing him often part was a prominent factor in my mission, but the layout and blueprints of my mission was never really the most thought out. Let's be real here. I needed to start somewhere where I could further this endeavor, and appealing to Mr. Hart's soft side might just give me an opening to do that.

I'm fine,' I started. It's just...I've been feeling a bit weird lately.'

`Weird as in?'

I'm only a freshman, I know that, but,' I sighed. I don't think I'll ever amount to anything like Julian and Dad.'

I was really in it to win it. In no way were my words a lie. I was speaking from the heart and it has been a problem that's been at the back of my mind for some time. I've only ever talked to Amanda about it, but that's it. I never really got into it too much, though, because I thought it wasn't that serious.

`Archie, you know that's not true,' he said with a sad expression.

`Maybe, maybe not, but it's been bugging me lately.'

`I never really excelled at anything. Sure, I'm good and sometimes above average at some things, but I don't think whatever I'm good at will be of any value later in my career in the real world,' I added.

Not once did Mr. Hart interrupt me. He only nodded his head to acknowledge my words and feelings. The somber expression never left his face, particularly his gorgeous blue eyes, as he listened to my ongoing rant.

`I know I'm privileged, but I can't help thinking this way. What if I don't become like Dad or Julian? I'm a good student and I've never caused any real trouble. You could say that I'm average in terms of talent and capability, but then, being average doesn't get you to where people like Dad are.'

My eyes went elsewhere as I told my story, but they settled on Mr. Hart again after my short pause.

`People like you,' I added.

His expression grew even more doleful as I said that.

I wanna be great. Obviously,' I chuckled humorlessly. But I don't think I'm getting there.

Sighing, I looked up at the starry sky of Niseko as bits of snow fell onto the stony edges of the onsen bath.

Dad's done so much for me ever since I was born,' I muttered, starting to feel the effects of my own narration. I just don't want him to be disappointed.'

Mr. Hart let out a soft and quiet-like sigh and I can't tell if it was either the hot steam of the bath or his breath vapor from the cold air that floated around his face.

Julian's for sure making him proud and Cynthia's doing real well, too,' I said, my voice almost a whisper. I don't want Dad to see me as a failure.'

`Archie!'

His stern baritone voice grabbed my attention in a flash and when I caught sight of his expression, I noticed how distraught he looked. His brows were furrowed and his lips were tugged downwards, forming an emphasized frown. Mr. Hart's entire facial response to my pitiful story was as if I had killed myself in front of him, and if I were another person who had no context of what was going on when I saw his face, I'd believe it.

`Don't say that about yourself,' he said, the expression still glued to his perfect face. Whatever the situation was, Mr. Hart was always handsome. Happy and upset, he was always pleasant to look at.

You're not a disappointment,' he added firmly. And you're no failure, too.'

What started as a device to lure him into a heated situation, worked, but it worked in a more literal sense. But my emotions were raw. Guess I shouldn't have used my mega insecurities as the subject matter. Noted for next time.

`You don't know that, sir.'

`I do.'

`You didn't even know I existed until about a couple months ago,' I scoffed slightly.

Mr. Hart went quiet, but only for a short while as he started to move towards me as he spoke, `I knew OF you ever since you were born. Just never really got to meet you ever since you were a baby.'

I didn't even know we had met, but then again, I wouldn't really count it as an official meeting since I was a literal infant. No points for you, Mr. Hart. And Dad for that matter because he didn't even tell me that Mr. Hart had met me as a baby AND didn't bother to bring up Mr. Hart in any of our conversations in my eighteen years of living.

On to more pressing matters, however, Mr. Hart was already next to me and his close proximity to me made me squirm a little. I had to once again conceal my penis as I was afraid of getting hard. I moved into a hunching position and placed my elbows on my knees, hoping it wouldn't show, because, well, with him so close to me, I was bound to pop a boner. My fate was sealed the moment he moved from his spot to sit next to me.

After making himself comfortable, he sighed, `Archie, how long have you felt like that?'

`When I graduated high school,' I refused to face him.

`Have you tried talking to Owen about this? You know as well as I do that he's really understanding. To a fault, even.'

No lies were detected. Dad really was too kind and understanding, especially to friends and family, and sometimes it's kind of his kind of one of his biggest flaws.

He runs a company, Mr. Hart,' another dull chuckle escaped my lips. He doesn't need to add my bitching to his long list of work.'

Mr. Hart didn't respond for a while and then I realized I had just cussed. Not to him but a cuss word nonetheless. I, however, refused to meet his gaze, though it would've been funny to see his reaction to my choice of words.

He cleared his throat, `He's your Dad. You know him.'

I didn't reply, because what could I have said to that?

After a moment that seemed like forever, I shook myself out of whatever funk I was in. Undoubtedly, the pain was still there, but I really didn't need for this entire evening to be about my pathetic insecurities. I was on a mission, after all.

I moved to stretch my arms and back and crossed my legs under the water, proceeding with the coverage of my erection.

Anyway, enough about me,' I chuckled as I turned to look at him, my back now resting on the stone lining of the bath. How's the family back home?'

Mr. Hart's expression softened but I could tell that what I had said had left a mark on him despite it not being about him at all. I guess he took it as me not wanting to talk about it any longer and decided to go with it. He moved and leaned his head back.

`Great.'

Doesn't sound too great. Even Amanda in her private jet mode could tell.

`Alicia's business is booming and Dylan and Benji are doing well in college. Everything's swell.'

Again, no sign of actual joy in his voice. His face as well, nothing that screamed `Y'all, I'm one happy son of a bitch!' What was going on? Ooh, domestic troubles?

`You don't sound too happy, Mr. Hart.'

He faced me with what I could only describe as a weary smile, `Just tired is all. When you're my age, work like mine can get extra stressful.'

`Don't tell your dad I said that,' he winked. Fuck.

Silence welcomed itself again and I could only hear the sound of Mr. Hart's breathing as well as my own. Well, besides the sound of the water, that is.

My leg was fidgeting and I was completely restless. I needed to do something quick because I didn't have all night. Dad could be back anytime soon and I still haven't done anything truly significant. The sob story got Mr. Hart to feel sorry for me but was that all it accomplished? I sure the fuck hope not. I've come so close. Too close, in fact.

Breaking the constant pattern of our harmonized breathing, Mr. Hart let out a massive sigh and leaned further back, throwing his head back. It was so fucking sexy. Sweat or water (I don't fuckin' know) dripped from his chin to his adam's apple. Ugh, I just wanted to lick him all over. Preferably sooner than later.

His breathing became steady once again, but mine didn't. It only got more rapid once my eyes decided to take a world tour and landed on his crotch. The object of my desire. Something I've been fantasizing about since I met Mr. Hart. His cock was in front of me...within grabbing distance. I gulped as I looked and I thanked the universe because Mr. Hart's eyes were closed and he wasn't at all facing me.

So fucking hot, it was. Seeing it in person for the first time, I don't think I'll ever forget this moment for as long as I live. It was even better than what my mind conjured during all those jerk sessions. It was massive and he was soft! I can't even begin to imagine what it would look like when it's hard! It was both long and thick with apparent veins along the shaft. I didn't need to look closer to realize that Mr. Hart's uncut and that his foreskin covered half of his cockhead. I couldn't quite see his balls, but I guess they'd be big, too. I sure hope they were. Everything I saw made me aroused, like the neat and kempt state of his pubes. Mr. Hart was truly a well-groomed man because he looked gorgeous and so clean! My mouth watered and it felt like my dick was going to burst any second now.

Well,' Mr. Hart let out a satisfied sigh as he moved to get up from the onsen. I think I should head in now! I'm all relaxed and ready for bed!'

No, no, no! Fuck! Not yet!

I couldn't focus on anything, though, not even my thoughts as well as Mr. Hart's departure from the bath because now my eyes were glued to his body. I got a full view of his naked figure. Front row seat type of shit. My eyes bulged and could honestly stare a hole in Mr. Hart from the way I was devouring him with my gaze. He was nothing short of beautiful. This right here, is what I've been thinking about for almost two months now.

In the water, I didn't get a clear view of his balls, but now? Holy shit. Like his cock, I got an even better display than what I fantasized about. They were huge and hung low, fitting perfectly with his penis. His manhood was a shade darker than his skin tone, so not vastly different. Okay, if I wasn't sure of it before--which is not the case--I for sure am now! I'm obsessed with Mr. Hart.

He stretched his shoulders and yawned before looking at me. Now, his eyes were the ones that bulged as he looked at me. I was confused, but then I followed his gaze...which led me right to my dick...my dick that was reaching for the sky.

I wanted to reach for the sky, too. And ascend to space and beyond.

At this point, I was so hot that my skin was actually red like a tomato. I quickly covered my erection and looked away in shame.

`I'm so sorry, sir!'

Perishing would be fine, actually. I don't think I'd be too mad if I perished right now.

This was not the way I hoped things would go.

I held my gaze elsewhere, ensuring it did not meet Mr. Hart's because I knew that if I looked at him, I'd actually die. No joke.

My breathing became more strained as it felt like time had stopped--or, moving extremely slow. All those times my mind was somewhere else? Yeah, I wish it did the thing right now, too, but unfortunately, the universe had other plans for me and wanted me to live every second of this humiliating scene.

I'm sure not much time has passed, really, but like I said, it felt like it did, and I just wanted to save myself from any more embarrassment, if that was even possible. I had to do something if Mr. Hart wasn't going to say anything, though, I wish he wouldn't because I don't think I could take it--my crush looking at me in disgust and saying awful things to me upon seeing this display, I mean.

With a glimmer or courage that I seemingly pulled out of my ass, I gulped, my eyes glued to the water, `Uh, I'm sorry, Mr. Hart. This is...it'll go away.'

Wonderful. I am absolutely hopeless.

Archie,' I heard his voice, soft and soothing as always. It's okay.'

Against my better judgment, I decided to face him. I mustered up the courage to look at him in spite of my--apparently--everlasting shame. His eyes weren't focused on my covered hard-on, thankfully. They were instead focused on my eyes and what I saw made me relaxed. His gaze matched the gentle timbre of his voice.

`I'm so sorry,' I repeated.

`Archie, don't be sorry. It's fine.'

There it is again.

I could tell that his smile was genuine, as it always is, and that he wanted me to feel comfortable.

`Why don't you go to the bathroom and deal with it?' he said as he got one foot out of the bath.

Holy fuck, was he serious? Did he just suggest that I go jack off in the bathroom?

I thought time would move as it did once again, but it didn't. Everything moved so slowly. Mr. Hart was fully moving out of the bath, as he tore his gaze away from me. His other foot was lifted from the water and, to me, it all happened in slow motion. My mind thought of the slow movement of everything around me, but it placed emphasis on one thing and one thing only: my mission.

Mr. Hart had suggested I go to the restroom to deal with my boner, and he did so in a very nonchalant way that made me feel at ease. He didn't prolong the situation by making any funny comments about it, and the expression on his face didn't scream `Jesus, you are fucking disgusting'. That had to count for something.

I needed to do something. Anything.

It's now or never.

Without truly thinking, I put my hand on his leg in a rush, stopping him from leaving the onsen.

`Mr. Hart!'

He stopped moving and turned to look at me with wide eyes, shocked by my tone and action. I still had my right hand covering my erection, so he couldn't really see. His expression softened as he held my gaze and I assume I probably had the most sorry look plastered on my facial features.

Whatever gets me what I want, I guess.

`You okay, Archie?'

I tried to force the words out of my mouth as hard as I could, but the words that came out didn't particularly form a full sentence.

`I'm sorry?'

I gulped and fixed my gaze into a determined one as my grip on his leg tightened, `Please help me with it.'

I am so fucking pathetic. Literally anything else would've been better.

His eyebrows shot up again but slowly returned to a gentle state as he replied, `I can't do that, Archie.'

`Why not?' my voice was louder than it was, but not to a yelling point yet.

He sighed, `It's not right.'

`Besides, I'm sure you're capable of handling it yourself,' he added with a slight smile.

Obviously I can, but I want you to do it, dummy.

I daringly moved my hand up his hairy thigh, feeling him, memorizing him as best as I could, `Please, Mr. Hart. I won't tell anyone.'

His brows furrowed but he didn't push my hand away or completely step out of the onsen. A great sign, methinks.

`Archie, no.'

`Please.'

`We can't.'

`Mr. Hart, please! I'll do anything. Just help me out here,' I begged.

The beautiful man before me sighed again before fixing a firm stare on me, making me shiver, `Archie, I said no.'

I gulp and retract my hand slowly.

`Either use the bathroom here or go to your room and deal with it.'

He's never spoken to me like this before. Of course, he had no reason to then. Right now, though, I was pretty much pushing myself onto him despite his blatant rejection. He had every right to behave this way but I'm just so close, and nothing's going to stop me from getting what I want at this moment. Regardless, he'll be thanking me when I'm done with him.

Mr. Hart started to walk out of the onsen, reaching the dry and rocky ridge of the onsen, and I followed suit...very quickly. The warm water sloshed around as I got up and out of the water before heading out with Mr. Hart. I made my way to him quickly, blocking his way to the exit. He looked at me with furrowed brows and I couldn't help but shiver again, but I wasn't going to back down. No. Not now.

`Mr. Hart, I--.'

Archie, for the last time,' his tone, a cautionary one. Stop.'

I looked at him with a sad expression as I used both of my hands to grasp his hand to which he didn't pull away. Did this make me look pathetic? Yes. Was I going to stop anytime soon? Fuck no.

`My. Hart, please. I'm literally begging.'

He clicked his tongue but his hand remained in mine. No movements indicating that he was about to push me away.

`What do you even want me to do, Archie?'

Hell yes, we're getting somewhere.

`Give you a handjob?!' he glowered.

Okay, it was a rhetorical question. My mistake.

He yanked his arm away and my hands fell to my sides. I was shocked even though I expected some form of aggression.

My hands were no longer covering my erection and I just stood there, in his way. I looked down in disappointment and got a view of his beautiful penis. He wasn't hard, unfortunately, but if this evening goes in any direction that's not a complete mess, maybe he will be. However, at this point? I doubt it.

I could hear his breathing as the two of us stood there. I could even feel his disappointed glare on me despite my eyes not meeting his. In a way, I was disappointed in myself for making him be disappointed in me. It's not like I expected things to be smooth sailing, but I definitely didn't expect whatever the hell this is. He was mad and I could feel it.

I rubbed my arm awkwardly as I continued to look down. I messed up horribly. I honestly don't know how I'm going to face him at all after this. I'm such a fucking idiot.

I guess I do excel at something after all. Clownery.

`I...I'm sorry...,' I managed to mutter.

Mr. Hart was quiet for a bit, steadying his breathing before letting out another long sigh, `Look, Archie, I'm sorry for snapping at you but you need to know that this isn't right.'

I gulped, `Why not?'

What on earth I was thinking when I decided to say that? I have no clue.

Archie, you're a son of a friend,' he said. And you're too young.'

`I'm an adult. I'll even be 19 in a few months.'

Doesn't matter,' he held up his hand. You're young enough to be my son.'

Him saying that didn't help my boner at all. In fact, I think my dick throbbed a bit harder when he said it.

I was getting desperate. Real desperate, and I had no idea when Dad was going to return. Okay, we've been here for, what, half an hour? Dad should be back in a few, so I need to do something quick.

If past-me were able to see me right now, he'd be mortified. The way I was so desperate to resort to begging would be both shocking and laughable to him, and honestly? It kind of is to present-me, too.

Clasping my hands together, I looked at him with the saddest, pleading expression I could conjure, `Mr. Hart, please...I can't take it anymore and I can't do it alone.'

Mr. Hart took one step back but I swear, I could feel his resistance as he sucked in a sharp breath. I was determined to make this man take a few steps forward instead of back.

Feeling bolder, I snaked my hand down to my crotch and gripped my hard dick. I had to hold back from cumming even though I felt something coming the moment my thumb swiped the head of my cock. I had to endure it, though. Just a bit longer!

`Please, sir, just help me out,' I pleaded.

I brought my other hand to stroke my chest and pinch my hard nipples. I was too far gone at this point. Although I was always a bit off when around Mr. Hart, this time felt different. It felt like I was actually possessed.

Focusing on his handsome face, I could see his Adam's apple bob as he gulped. Whatever I was doing, I was doing right, apparently. So, when the man tried to fully back away from me, I quickly reached for his hand and placed it around my dick, enveloping my throbbing member with both of our hands.

A sharp gasp escaped his lips as he looked down at his palm around my meat. He was frozen in place and his breathing grew heavier.

And so did mine.

I gasped and sighed, `Mr. Hart...'

It didn't take long for him to do anything, really, because I came within seconds. His unmoving touch was enough to make me cum and I felt liberated, like a massive weight had been lifted off my shoulders. Make no mistake, however, as I was still very much horny for this man and wouldn't mind going on.

I panted as I shot a few ropes of cum which landed perfectly on his abs. The display of my semen rising and falling, matching his heavy breathing, was a wonderful sight to behold. Anybody would be lucky to see him naked, but this? The view of him being overwhelmed by something to a point where it looked erotic? That's a privilege I was able to obtain this evening, and I'm nothing if not grateful.

Thank you, universe.

Mr. Hart continued to breathe loudly, gasping for air, as he looked down at my cum on him as well as my still-erect penis. He wasn't saying anything and I figured he wouldn't start anytime soon, so I spoke up first, in an attempt to draw out this whole scene.

I was content, but it wouldn't hurt to have more, and Mr. Hart definitely had more to offer right now, from the look of his own forming erection.

Reminding myself that this is real kept me coherent and rational, but at the same time, it allowed me to maintain my bold behavior that became much more apparent this evening.

Using that obtained confidence, I slowly reached out to touch his hardening cock, hoping he wouldn't snap out of his trance and push me away.

I needed this. I needed him.

And he didn't stop me.

`Mr. Hart...,' I moaned as I groped his cock gently.

I thought seeing it was magnificent, but touching it felt divine. I was enthralled by his girth. It would definitely ache to have him enter me but I was willing to do it because I just needed it. Him. I needed him.

I slowly started stroking his hard cock, which elicited a soft groan of pleasure from him. I pulled my gaze away from his veiny cock to look at him. Mr. Hart's breathing was still quite ragged but with each stroke, it got even more labored. I could tell that he was enjoying this. Enjoying ME.

Looking at his mouth, I felt the urge to kiss him, but I was afraid I'd throw away this whole moment if he snapped out of it.

But then, I realized that this evening, this moment right now, is a product of me taking chances...so, I decided to go for it. However, I wanted to make it special. I wanted it to mean something to me. To both of us.

His labored breathing didn't slow down but he managed to utter my name as he noticed me leaning in, `Archie...don't...'

Sorry, but no way in hell was I going to stop.

The moment felt right. My hand was on his cock, stroking him, and he wasn't making any moves to get away from me. Things were going great so far.

I leaned in closer until our lips were only a breath apart. Feeling his hot breath on my lips, I looked into his eyes and really focused on them. The deep blue ocean eyes of the man that I started pursuing almost two months ago. The man I--

`Theo?'

Mr. Hart and I sprung apart from each other as we heard my dad's voice accompanied by the sound of the sliding door closing.

Mr. Hart immediately took a towel and wiped the semi-dry cum on his body. Then, he looked at me and I felt the adrenaline leave my body.

Unlike before, everything was happening at lightning speed now.

My heart ached as I saw the expression he gave me. It was not a look of satisfaction. No form of joy was detected in his eyes. His eyes that were so bright, warm and welcoming to me when I first met him had turned cold, dark and distant in a flicker of a moment.

My heart ached as he tore his disdained glare from me and headed towards the room.

What the fuck have I done?

To be continued...