The first drops of rain pattered against the windshield, blurring the neon lights of the city into a kaleidoscope of color. A sleek black sedan pulled into the underground garage of a high-rise apartment complex, its tires humming softly on the wet concrete. The driver, a stoic man in a tailored suit, stepped out and opened the rear door.
Emerging from the car was Matthew Cary, a man whose sharp features and piercing eyes spoke of his ambition and success. At the age of 43, his wealth was as vast as the city that sprawled outside. Yet, as he looked up at the towering glass structure that was his home, something was missing. The thrill of his business conquests and the allure of material wealth had begun to fade into the background, leaving a void that not even the most luxurious of lifestyles could fill.
Walking into the lobby, Matt greeted the security guard. He decided to stop by the coffee lounge for a late night espresso.
Upon entering the lounge, he was drawn to the silhouette of an 18-year-old black boy standing by the windows, surrounded by the glow of the city’s neon lights.
Kelly, or Kel, for short, had skin as dark as the night sky and eyes that sparkled like distant stars, the epitome of youthful beauty. At just 18, he had been working as a janitor in the building, unbeknownst to Matt, for several months. Their paths had never crossed before tonight.
Matt felt a jolt of excitement as he took in Kel’s lean physique and the way his simple janitor’s uniform clung to him in the most tantalizing way. The rain had soaked through the fabric, highlighting the contours of his muscles and leaving a trail of water down his spine. The young man turned, a shy smile playing on his full lips as he wiped a stray droplet from his cheek.
“Hi, Mr. Cary,” Kel said, his voice a soft rumble that seemed to resonate through the room.
Matt’s eyes devoured him, unable to tear away from the rivulets of water tracing the lines of his body. “Please, call me Matt,” he responded, his tone warm and welcoming. He took a step closer, feeling an unexpected surge of attraction. “I haven’t seen you around.” Matt held out his hand to shake Kel’s.
A shy smile adorned Kel’s face as he placed his hand in Matt’s. “I’m new. I just started last week.” Kel giggled sweetly. “I’m Kel, by the way.”
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Kel.” Matt forgot all about the espresso. He looked at Kel’s wet clothes. “Oh my, you got soaked.”
“I had to take the garbage out, and got caught out in the rain.” Kel looked down at his rain soaked clothes, shivering slightly from the cold air.
Matt smiled, “Why don’t you come on up to my apartment, and dry off?”
Kel wasn’t used to going to strangers’ homes, and he knew there was a strict policy forbidding employees of the building from fraternizing with residents, but he was drawn to the mature gentleman and his kind offer.
Kel looked at his wet clothes once again. “That is so kind of you. Thank you.” He followed Matt to the elevator.
The elevator door opened, and Kel’s eyes went wide at the sight of the penthouse.
Matt took his coat off and placed it on the chair, and he laid his keys on the table.
Kel looked around the opulent suite, taking in the grandeur with a mix of awe and apprehension. “This is… wow,” he murmured.
Matt nodded, his gaze lingering on Kel’s wet clothes. “Why don’t you dry off?” He offered, gesturing towards the en suite bathroom. “There’s a bathrobe in the closet, you can use.”
Kel nodded, his eyes never leaving Matt’s. “Thank you,” he murmured, the timbre of his voice sending a shiver down the older man’s spine. After removing his work shoes, he padded barefoot through the apartment, leaving a trail of wet footprints on the polished marble floor.
Matt watched him go, his thoughts racing. He knew the line he was crossing was unconventional, perhaps even taboo, but he couldn’t deny the magnetic pull that drew him to this young man. The rain outside seemed to mirror the tumultuous emotions stirring within him, as he grappled with his burgeoning feelings.
He heard the bathroom door click shut, the sound echoing through the quiet apartment. The anticipation was almost unbearable. He poured two glasses of sparkling cider.
Kel stepped into the bathroom, leaving a trail of heat and tension in his wake. The sound of the shower starting was a symphony of need to Matt’s ears. He took a deep breath and returned to the living room, setting the drinks on the coffee table.
The minutes stretched on, each one heavier than the last, as the water in the shower grew from a steady flow to a thunderous crescendo, echoing through the marble walls. The anticipation was like a drug, heightening Matt’s senses. He could almost feel the warmth of Kel’s skin, the beat of his heart growing closer with every second that ticked by.
When Kel finally emerged from the steam-filled bathroom, the sight of him in the oversized bathrobe did nothing to diminish the allure of his youthful vitality. The fabric clung to his body, hinting at the perfection hidden beneath. He took the offered glass of cider with a nod, his gaze never wavering from Matt’s.
They sat together on the couch, sipping their drinks in a silence that was anything but awkward. It was a pause filled with the promise of something more, something neither could quite articulate. The air was charged with a tension that was palpable, the kind that makes your skin prickle and your pulse race.
Matt’s gaze kept drifting down to the telltale bulge beneath Kel’s bathrobe, a silent confession of his arousal. The sight made him feel alive, hungry. He hadn’t felt this way in years, not since the passion of his youth had been buried under layers of ambition and cold, calculated decisions.
Kel took a sip of his cider, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed. The fabric of the robe had become almost transparent from the moisture, leaving nothing to the imagination. The outline of his erection was stark, a declaration of his own desires that mirrored the growing need in Matt’s core.
Matt’s eyes followed the path of Kel’s throat as he drank, tracing the line down to where the robe parted slightly, revealing a glimpse of smooth, dark skin. His own hand trembled slightly as he set his glass down, the sound of the condensation hitting the table seemingly amplified in the quiet space.
The bulge beneath the terrycloth was impossible to ignore, a testament to the desire that hung in the air like a thick fog. It was as if the universe had conspired to bring them together, two men from vastly different worlds colliding in a moment of raw, undeniable attraction.
Matt’s heart hammered in his chest as he slowly lowered himself to his knees before Kel. The young man’s eyes widened slightly, a question in their depths, but the anticipation on his face spoke louder than any words. With trembling hands, Matt reached for the sash of the robe, his knuckles brushing against the warmth of Kel’s thighs.
With a gentle tug, he parted the fabric, revealing Kel’s erection in all its glory. It stood tall and proud, a testament to his youthful arousal. The tip was a deep shade of ebony, glistening with a bead of precum that seemed to invite Matt’s touch. The millionaire felt his mouth water at the sight, a hunger awakening within him that was both thrilling and terrifying.
Kel’s eyes never left Matt’s, a silent permission hanging between them. The young man’s cock twitched as the cool air of the apartment kissed his skin, a silent plea for more. Matt leaned in, his breath hot against Kel’s shaft.
With a firm grip, Matt wrapped his hand around the base of Kel’s cock, feeling the velvety skin stretch over the hardness beneath. The young man gasped, his hands clenching the edges of the robe as if trying to hold on to something solid amid the whirlwind of sensation. Matt’s thumb traced the length of the shaft, smearing the precum that beaded at the tip, before taking it into his mouth.
The taste was intoxicating, a mix of sweet and salty, like the ocean kissing the shore. Kel’s hips jerked reflexively, pushing more of himself into the eager mouth that engulfed him. The rain outside had become a cacophony, a soundtrack to their passion as it pounded against the windows, a rhythm that seemed to sync with the beating of their hearts.
Matt’s tongue danced around the tip of Kel’s cock, exploring every ridge and vein with a hunger that surprised even him. He hadn’t felt this alive, this present, in so long. Each stroke was a declaration of his desire, a silent promise to worship the youth before him. Kel’s breath grew shallow, his body tightening as the pleasure built, a silent symphony of want and need.
The millionaire took a moment to admire the beauty of Kel’s erection, the way the shadows from the dimly lit room played across the velvety skin, making it appear almost otherworldly. He leaned in closer, his nose nuzzling the softness of Kel’s dark curls, inhaling the intoxicating scent of his arousal. The young man’s hand reached down, tentatively caressing the back of Matt’s head, guiding him closer.
Matt’s mouth parted, and he took Kel’s cock into his mouth, feeling the heat and the pulse of the younger man’s desire. He sucked gently, savoring the taste, the feeling of being needed and wanted by someone so alive and vibrant. His tongue swirled around the tip, tracing the ridge with a gentle pressure that had Kel’s eyes rolling back in his head.
The young man’s hips rocked in time with Matt’s movements, his breathing becoming more erratic as the pleasure mounted. The bathrobe fell open, revealing Kel’s chiseled abs and the dark trail of hair that led to his cock, standing tall and proud at eight inches. The contrast of their skin tones was stark and beautiful, a visual representation of their unlikely connection.
Matt’s eyes locked onto Kel’s, the intensity of their gaze setting the older man’s soul on fire. He leaned in closer, his breath hot against the velvety skin, and took the full length of the younger man’s erection into his mouth. The suddenness of it made Kel gasp, his hand tightening in Matt’s hair as he was overwhelmed by the sensation. The millionaire’s throat muscles worked around the girth, taking Kel deeper with every stroke, until he was buried to the hilt.
The sound of Kel’s breathing grew ragged, his chest rising and falling with each thrust. Rain continued to pummel the windows, the city’s symphony of life muffled by the sound of their passion. Matt’s hand slid up to cup Kel’s heavy balls, gently rolling them in his palm as he sucked and licked, exploring every inch of his newfound lover’s body. The young man’s hips rolled in response, his legs parting wider, giving Matt better access as he lost himself in the moment.
Matt’s other hand roamed up Kel’s body, tracing the lines of his abs, the muscles quivering under his touch. He paused at the young man’s navel, teasing it with a fingertip before continuing up to the tight peaks of his nipples. He pinched one lightly, eliciting a gasp, and felt Kel’s cock throb in his mouth. The power he held was intoxicating, a heady mix of lust and control that made his own erection strain against his pants.
Kel’s hips bucked, his hands clenching into fists around the fabric of the couch as Matt’s mouth worked its magic. His legs quivered, and his breathing grew ragged. The storm outside mirrored the tempest within him, building to a crescendo that he could no longer contain. With a final, guttural moan, he came, his release filling Matt’s mouth with a warm, salty flood.
Matt took it all in, swallowing Kel’s essence as if it were the most exquisite wine. He felt a sense of satisfaction, of claiming something beautiful and raw, that washed over him. Kel’s eyes rolled back, his head lolling as he rode the waves of pleasure that crashed through his body. The millionaire looked up, a smug smile playing on his lips, feeling a sense of power that had been missing from his life for far too long.
The sound of the rain grew louder, a crescendo that seemed to demand more. Kel’s hand reached down, gently stroking Matt’s cheek, his eyes now filled with a newfound hunger. “Your turn,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire.
Matt stood, his own breathing heavy, and led Kel to the en suite bathroom. The marble floor was cool under their bare feet, the rain outside a serenade to their passion. They stepped into the shower, the warm water cascading over their bodies, washing away the last veneer of their inhibitions.
Kel leaned against the wet tiles, the water running in rivulets down his chocolate skin, his eyes never leaving Matt’s. The older man reached for the soap, lathering it between his hands before moving closer. He began to caress Kel’s chest, the soap bubbles popping and sliding down the contours of the young man’s body, creating a trail of clean, wet heat.
Matt’s hands moved lower, tracing the lines of Kel’s abs, each one a testament to his youthful vitality. The soap slipped down to his cock, now semi-erect from the aftershocks of his orgasm. He took it in hand, stroking it gently as the water rained down on them both. Kel’s eyes fluttered shut, a soft moan escaping his lips as the sensations grew more intense.
The shower steamed up around them, the water sluicing over their bodies as they explored each other’s skin. Matt’s touch grew firmer, his strokes more deliberate, as he watched Kel’s cock come back to life in his hand. The young man’s eyes snapped open, his gaze locking onto the older man’s, a silent question in their depths. Matt leaned in, his mouth claiming Kel’s in a kiss that was as fiery as the passion that burned between them.
With a gentle push, he turned Kel around, the water cascading down the young man’s back. The heat of Kel’s body pressed against his own, their hearts beating in a wild symphony of desire. The young man’s cheeks were flushed, his breath coming in ragged pants as Matt’s hand slid lower, tracing the contours of his firm ass. The millionaire’s cock was now fully erect, pulsing with the need to claim his youthful lover, to bridge the gap between their worlds in the most primal of ways.
Kel’s eyes widened in surprise but didn’t protest as Matt’s hand slid between his cheeks, finding his tight, untouched hole. The young man’s body tensed briefly before he relaxed, leaning back into the firm chest behind him, offering himself up to the experienced touch. Matt’s finger circled the puckered entrance, teasing it open with a gentle pressure that made Kel’s knees weak.
The millionaire’s cock, now slick with the soap they shared, pressed against Kel’s tight entrance, a silent demand that made the younger man’s heart race. He bit his lip, his eyes squeezed shut as Matt’s slick erection breached the tight ring of muscle, sending shockwaves of pleasure through him. It was a sensation unlike anything he had ever felt, a blend of pain and pleasure that had him panting for more.
With a firm grip on Kel’s hips, Matt began to thrust, his movements slow and deliberate at first, allowing the young man to adjust to the intrusion. The water pounded against their bodies, muffling the sounds of their passion as they found a rhythm that was as natural as breathing. The shower’s steam swirled around them, a haze of desire that made it feel as if they were in their own private sanctuary, a world where age and status didn’t exist.
Kel’s hands gripped the shower head, his knuckles white with the intensity of the sensations that crashed through him. His breaths grew shorter, his body trembling with each deep stroke that filled him completely. The feeling of being claimed by this powerful, older man was overwhelming, a mix of fear and exhilaration that had his heart racing. He turned his head, looking back at Matt. “Fuck me, Daddy!”
Matt groaned at the sound of the forbidden word, his own arousal spiking. He grabbed Kel’s hips, holding him steady as he drove into him with renewed vigor. The water pelted their bodies, mingling with the sounds of their passionate grunts and gasps. He could feel the younger man’s body yielding to him, tightening around his cock as he hit that perfect spot inside him. Kel’s moans grew louder, his body arching back as he gave himself over to the pleasure that consumed him.
As Matt’s cock hit Kel’s prostate, the young man screeched as cum sprayed from his cock once again. “I’m cumming! Ahhh! Daddy!!!”
Matt felt Kel’s body tighten around him, the contractions of the younger man’s orgasm milking him for all he was worth. He couldn’t hold back any longer and with a roar of pleasure, he released his hot load deep inside Kel’s ass. The feeling of the younger man’s warmth and tightness was like nothing he had ever felt before, and the thought of his cum in Kel’s stomach only heightened the intensity of his climax.
The two men stood there for a moment, their bodies entwined as one, panting heavily, their hearts beating in sync with the rhythm of the storm outside. The water continued to fall around them, washing away their inhibitions and the last vestiges of doubt. The world outside was a blur of rain and neon, but in this steamy embrace, they were the only two people that mattered.
Reluctantly, they stepped out of the shower, the cold tiles a stark contrast to the warmth of their entwined bodies. They reached for the plush towels, wrapping themselves in the soft fabric, their eyes never leaving each other’s. The silence was deafening, the only sounds the pitter-patter of rain and the slowing of their breath.
Matt’s heart was still racing, the adrenaline of their encounter making it difficult to process the reality of what had just happened. Matt took a deep breath, his chest heaving slightly as he watched Kel. The younger man’s gaze was a mix of satisfaction and something else, something unreadable. He reached out, his own towel already around his waist, and brushed a stray lock of hair from Kel’s forehead.
Kel looked into Matt’s eyes. “I wish I could spend the night.”
“Why can’t you?” Matt was hopeful to sleep with the young man in his embrace, their bodies entwined with each other.
“My mother. She’s scared to stay home alone.”
Matt nodded, understanding the weight of familial responsibilities. “Of course,” he said, trying to keep the disappointment from his voice. “We’ll have plenty of other nights.”
Kel offered a small, hopeful smile, his eyes searching Matt’s for reassurance. “Promise?”
Matt’s heart swelled, the depth of his feelings for this young man taking him by surprise. “I promise,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. He stepped closer, his hand reaching out to cup Kel’s cheek. “But tonight, you need to go home. Your mother needs you.”