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Hello all! This story is just a short little one shot that I had laying around on my laptop, if you find it at all intriguing let me know and I may build on these characters into a longer form story!

Thanks for reading!

All characters in this story are over the age of 18 and all actions taken are both legal and consensual.

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“We shouldn’t…” whimpered the boy through baited breaths as the gentleman pinned him against the bathroom wall. His small lithe frame was almost surrounded by the stocky suited figure before him.

“That’s what’s turning me on” replied the gentleman in a rich baritone, so low it almost resembled a growl. His thick calloused hands slowly finding their way to the younger man’s hips, keeping him in place, he could feel him trembling.

All the younger man could do was submit to the gentleman’s touch, gasping slightly and repressing a shiver as those strong warm hands slowly rose up his body, tickling his ribs making him fidget in place which earnt him a slight grin of amusement from the older man. Then to his shoulders, where they rested briefly, massaging gently to calm his nerves, before ever so gently moving upwards further, cupping the boy’s face and forcing their eyes to meet.

The boy’s face was flushed, staining his cheeks with shame as he met the lusty gaze of the gentleman’s whiskey-amber eyes. His face only reddened further as the older man pushed his body tighter against him, pushing his leg between the boys, parting them slightly.

“I istanbul travesti can feel how much you want this” said the gentleman through the boy’s breathy moan as he began to grind his concealed erection on the man’s thigh out of instinct. Needfully searching for as much friction as he could find through the thin confines of his suit trousers.

“Tell me you want it and I’ll give it to you” said the man, moving his bearded face to the boy’s neck. He kissed the boy’s neck softly, enjoying the heat of his feverish skin against his lips. The boy writhed against his thigh in response with yet another whimper.

“It’s wrong, we shouldn’t! my father would…” The gentleman grinned against the boy’s neck as he spoke before cutting him short by beginning to gently such at the spot he had just kissed, nipping at the sensitive skin ever so slightly with his teeth. He could feel the boy’s back arch as he let out a silent cry of pleasure, trying his hardest not to alert the dinner party taking place just down the hall. The boy’s arms snaked their way around the mans back, clawing at his shoulder blades as his body tensed in torturous pleasure.

Just as the gentleman sensed his captive was about to lose the battle against the urge to moan out loud, he released the boy’s neck from his mouth, rubbing his beard over the bruise he had left on the delicate sensitive skin. He felt the clawing hands on his back relax as the boy began to breath shakily again against his shoulder, istanbul travestileri his entire body trembling in his captor’s grip.

The gentleman pulled back and looked down into the boys glassy, unfocused eyes. His bottom lip was red and puffy from where he had bitten down on it to stop himself from moaning and it took every bit of the older man’s strength not to bow his head once more and take it into his own mouth in a possessive kiss.

“Just tell me what you want?” repeated the gentleman, watching the boy’s eyes come back into focus as he spoke, almost teary now.

“I… I just can’t…” replied the boy shakily, his voice radiating shame as he fought back the urge to just reach out and take what he wanted so desperately, to meet the older man halfway and enter the world of pleasure he so desperately craved.

A single tear rolled down his cheek.

“Ok, its ok, you’re not ready yet and that’s fine” soothed the gentleman, swiping away the tears with the pad of his thumb, his voice now taking on his usual paternal caring inflection that came naturally to him. He kissed the boy’s cheek gently before stepping back.

The boy’s hands immediately made an attempt at covering the tented crotch of his trousers, his shoulders slumped, and his eyes remained teary. His tears weren’t born of sadness, more so from frustration, he had let the one thing he had dreamed of slip through his fingers because of shame and embarrassment.

The gentleman ran some cold water from travesti istanbul the faucet, instructing the boy to splash his face a couple of times, all the while rubbing his back comfortingly. He knew exactly what the boy was experiencing and the memories of it made his heart hurt for the younger man.

After drying his face, their eyes met in the bathroom mirror. The boy’s face had returned to its natural colour and his breathing had calmed; the only evidence of their doings was the slight damp stain on his crotch.

“It’s not that I don’t want to,” started the boy.

The gentleman smiled sympathetically, as if to say that the words weren’t necessary, but the boy continued anyway.

“if my father found out… I don’t even know what he’d do, probably ship me off somewhere, keep it quiet so as not to cause a fuss,” the agony of the situation was present in his eyes.

“Your career too, that’d be destroyed in an instant!” he continued on drearily.

“I’ve protected myself in that regard, don’t you worry, people like us find diligent ways of protecting ourselves if the worst-case scenarios come to pass” explained the gentleman, trying to give the hurting boy before him some hope for the future he was so anxious about.

“like I said, it’s not that I don’t want to, you’re the only person I want but I just — “

“Can’t. I know. Well, when the time comes, and it might not ever come and that’s okay! But if it does, you can have me. You just have to tell me what you want” reassured the gentleman, hugging the boy to his side as they made to exit the bathroom.

“Thank you” the boy whispered in return, offering an earnest smile as they made their way back into the dining room, taking their seats amongst the boy’s family once more.

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