The Touch

Wallace was a forty-five-year-old man who ran a very successful investment business. His company dealt with hundreds of millions a year and had a host of extremely satisfied investors. Wallace had the Midas touch and was a very wealthy man. Wallace had also come from money and so being rich (a word he hated), this was perfectly natural to him. Apart from the mansion that he lived in, Wallace also had three other beautiful homes. Two of them were on the coast and the third in a mountainous area. All three these homes were palatial and furnished magnificently. In short, one would say that Wallace had it all… except for real happiness.

Wallace wasn’t depressive in any way or form, but there always seemed to be a void in his life. Twenty-two years before, he had married a trophy wife and they had two children, a boy, and a girl. Both kids were at university and no longer lived at home. His wife was a vacuous blond who had become increasingly distant over the years. In short, she was one of those; ‘Ladies who lunch’ from the famous Sondheim musical; Company.

The couple didn’t even sleep in the same room anymore because Wallace just seemed to irritate her. Sheila, his wife, was one of those avaricious women who were very content living in her bubble of affluence and her daughter, was a carbon copy of her mother. Fortunately, their son was a ‘real’ person.

With Wallace’s wife continually flitting between their four homes, he seldom had to endure her company for too long and her frequent absence was a great relief to him. Wallace had considered divorcing her, but that would be a very expensive option for him. Oddly, he actually derived a spiteful pleasure by hindering her liberation. He knew that she would have welcomed the comfortable termination of their union, but the state of limbo actually suited him for the time being. Wallace knew they would get divorced, eventually, but he did not want his kids burdened with this dilemma, well at least, for the duration of their studies that would take a further two years.

Sexually speaking, Wallace had two ladies on the side. He would often take one or the other out to dinner, before accompanying them back to their homes for a quickie. Naturally, they never dined at one of his usual haunts and he also never took them to his home.

With his wife away, as always, Wallace attended a dinner party at an old buddy’s home on a Saturday evening. Ray, Wallace’s pal, owned an opposition company. Ray’s business was not as successful as Wallace’s, but they never saw themselves as adversaries. As Ray always put it, “There is more than enough money in this world for both of us.”

There were twenty people attending the gathering that evening, that maximum that Ray’s large dining table would allow. Raymond, Ray’s son, who was in his final year at college, was also in attendance with a friend of his named Riley.

Riley lived in a neighbouring city and was visiting an aunt who lived nearby. Raymond had collected Riley from his aunt’s place earlier, because of a small hiccup he was experiencing with his vehicle.

Riley was the one of the most attractive guys that Wallace had seen in a long while. Riley was six-foot-tall and had darkish red hair. His face looked like it had been sculptured by a roman master and his light blue eyes were totally arresting.

Wallace had always been puzzled by men who claimed that they couldn’t tell if another man was good-looking. Wallace had always viewed this ridiculous macho façade with suspicion, because he always believed it was a feeling of guilt that many men harboured, after having touched another boy’s dick during their youth. Ray had experimented with guys in his college days and although he had abstained from man-love in his adulthood, he always had fond memories the ‘old days.’

After a scrumptious dinner Wallace made his way to the patio, because Wallace was one of those social lepers who still smoked. Shortly after, he was joined by Riley who appeared to suffer from the same affliction. They continued chatting after they had stubbed out their cigarettes. Observing Wallace’s empty glass, Riley offered to get Wallace a refill.

Upon Riley’s return, when he held out the glass to Wallace their fingers touched. It would be an understatement to say that a jolt passed through Wallace’s body upon contact, because the surge would’ve illuminated an entire office block. For several seconds the glass remained suspended by their two hands as their locked eyes. Wallace’s body was flooded with a lustful desire and as their finger parted there was a look of lustful comprehension between the two of them. Every fibre of Wallace’s being suddenly craved this beautiful young man standing before him.

“I’ll drive you home later if you like,” Wallace said, in a voice tainted with horniness.

With a look of complete acquiescence, Riley shyly nodded his consent.

Nothing more was said and when all the dinner guests began to disperse later, Riley found himself seated next to Wallace in his vehicle. During their journey they remained silent, but Riley conclusively knew that he wasn’t going to be dropped off at his aunt’s place.

As Wallace drove his mind was flooded with thoughts from his college days. In his final year, he had a relationship with a guy named Tate. Although it was a very happy memory, after they graduated they never saw one another again. Wallace simply thought of the liaison as a passing phase and definitely not part of his future plans.

‘Jesus,’ he thought thinking about Riley, ‘Why the fuck am I doing this?’

The gush of excitement, however, was flooding his body like no other sensation he had felt in longer than he could remember. It was like a dazzling pyrotechnics display on the fourth of July. As adrenaline seared through his body, Wallace felt a surge of desire pulsating through his arteries. Wallace realized, in that moment that he had never desired anything more in his life than the guy sitting next to him.

That earlier touch had reawakened dormant feelings in him that had long since forgotten, and his knob was practically breaking out of its skin as it throbbed with horniness. Wallace’s mouth was totally dry with anticipation.

As they pulled into Wallace’s property he was practically hyperventilating.

“Text your aunt and tell her you won’t be home tonight,” Wallace proclaimed in a voice bordering on hysteria and by the time they had entered the garage, Riley had completed that mission.

Then, after alighting from the vehicle Riley stood at the car door awaiting Wallace’s directive. Wallace swiftly moved from the other side of the car like a predatory lion and pushed Riley’s back against the garage wall. With the fire in Wallace’s loins at fever pitch, Wallace gripped hold of Riley’s wrists, which he placed in a V formation above Riley’s head. As Wallace’s body slammed into Riley, his mouth attacked Riley’s lips aggressively. Shortly, carnal grunts reverberated through the room.

After releasing Riley’s arms, four frantic hands began unbuttoning shirts and trousers. Wallace couldn’t hold back and had to have this beautiful boy immediately. No sooner after their garments been removed before Riley was pushed over the hood of the vehicle. As Wallace’s eager fingers explored the crack that he demanded to enter, he was pleased to find that the boy was fully prepared and greased for action. Like a rampaging warrior, Wallace grunted as his cock entered Riley’s heavenly crevice.

Riley whimpered as his portal was commandeered lustfully. Wallace speared his quarry was like a hunter in full cry as his primordial machinations flooded through him. Primitive sensations seared through his veins as Wallace subjugated his prey.

Wallace’s wife had always been a moaner and fucking her was like treading on eggshells. Their muted love-making had always left Wallace unsatisfied and emasculated. Wallace was now turning into an animal as he hammered the boy’s butt, more empowered than he felt throughout his marriage. What pleased Wallace most was how responsive Riley was to his onslaught.

As Wallace slammed his dick into Riley like a marauding conqueror, Riley acquiescently spewed his discharge all over the motor vehicle.

Shortly after they moved indoors, Wallace again became overwhelmed with horniness. Before they even reached the bedroom, Riley was placed over the end of a sofa in the lounge, before he again got fucked by Wallace who had now become gone into sexual overload.

Wallace frantic demeanour remained as tense as wound-up spring. As Wallace growled with lust, Riley had never before been more excited in his life. After another hectic session of fucking like two randy dogs, another load of cum erupted from both of them.

Thereafter, Riley was finally taken to the bedroom.

With Riley’s head strategically placed on the pillows as he lay on his back, Wallace next began to face-fuck Riley manically. After relaxing his throat muscles, Riley receptively once more complied. Riley had always loved sex but had never experienced the repressed fervour that he was now witnessing. It was totally mind-blowing. The pent-up passion of years of restraint from Wallace was completely awe-inspiring. With watery eyes and saliva dripping onto his chest, Riley let Wallace vent to his heart’s content.

When Wallace finally changed body positions, Riley felt a sense of relief as his arse again got pummelled, before Wallace again seeded his backside.

Afterward, they sat around chatting for a short while before climbing into bed for the main event.

For the next hour, they explored every sexual position they could think of. Their coitus was sustained and varied, but always intense. After Riley and Wallace unloaded again, they were both so exhausted that they were asleep within minutes.

***

After meeting Riley, Wallace was determined to make big changes in his life. Firstly, he divorced his wife. It cost him a small fortune, but already having a large fortune, this didn’t faze him at all.

Secondly, Wallace arranged a job locally for Riley.

The third change was; that once Wallace’s divorce was absolutely finalized, Riley moved in with Wallace. Naturally, there were raised eyebrows from friends and family, but Wallace reasoned that it was a small price to pay for his sexual liberation and happiness, and a magical union had been formed.

Wallace loved the unrestrained and rougher approach that he had always yearned for, and Riley was more than happy to comply.