Unveiling Desires: Part 2 - One Man's Discovery of His Gay Desires

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2:02 So for now, just lay back and enjoy tonight's story. Hi, it's Devlin and welcome to another Wild in Bed. So, get your butt on that bed. You know these stories are better enjoyed on your bed. Put your earbuds in Just take a nice deep breath. Let it go with a sigh. Let all the stresses and strains of the week just go. Just relax for the next half an hour or so. This is your time. Your pleasure. So close your eyes. Simon sucked in a lengthy breath. swallowing the long list of expletives on the tip of his tongue, determined to regain his composure. A blush of embarrassment burned warmly across his body. What had they been discussing? Was this all a set-up? Simon fucking hated feeling out of sorts around his father. He'd always been so judgmental, so

3:23 quick to blame. He'd always looked down at Simon with disappointment lingering in his eyes. dropping his head, a knee-jerk reaction he'd had since his youth when being confronted with his sexuality in front of Daddy. Simon silently stared at his feet. Simon, lift your head, boy. Show some respect to your new assistant, Joel. Daddy growled with the all-too-familiar, belittling tone he always used towards Simon. cursing under his breath again. Simon lifted his head, his eyes tracing the surface bodies while knots curled painfully in his stomach. His eyes were glued to the world-tailored trousers he filled out beautifully.

4:17 The shirt that barely concealed his firm chest and the rippling muscles Simon knew flexed just underneath. Hi, Joel. Very nice to meet you. I look forward to having you around. Joel's eyes weren't on Simon's. Instead they were on Daddy, a scowl burning deep in his face while his lips twisted in a disgusted, vicious sneer. Releasing a long sigh, he at last turned towards Simon and lifted a hand to invite a handshake. Pleased to meet you, Simon. Tell me, do you surf? With a slight sparkle in his gaze, a smile beamed over Joel's face. Joel's eyebrows lifted and he winked at Simon, a sign their secret was safe.

5:11 With Joel's hand grasping Simon's, his fingers slowly slid back, releasing the handshake and setting off electricity through Simon's body. I'd like for Simon and I to take a walk. Get to know each other better. Set out some ground rules. With a bend of a smile still covering his thick lips, an automatic erection began igniting inside Simon's pants. Uh-oh. Daddy gestured between the two of them with a look of confusion.

5:49 Of course. Come, Simon. Let's take in the afternoon sun by the beach. There's a great little Caribbean bar there, you know. Joel's hand moved down Simon's back, gently yet possessively, with his thumb tracing a line down his spine. Joel quickly ushered Simon through the main door and out into the afternoon sun. His eyes blinked and then began watering in the sudden exposure to the bright light. But Joel was unyielding and impatient. Walk quickly, Simon. You know the way.

6:26 We obviously need to talk. Joel commanded, his domineering words sounding even more forceful through gritted teeth. While the bar had seemed like a lengthy walk earlier, in a little under five minutes, they were already inside, seated and ordering two rum and cokes. Joel turned to Simon, his eyes intense and cold. Okay, first things first, Simon. Do you know what daddy, spitting the daddy for effect, with a look of disgust moving over his face before continuing, does for a living? Of course I know. He's an accountant. Yes, but an accountant for whom? Joel's voice was stern and matter-of-fact.

7:17 He sipped at his drink, his eyes on Simon's. I don't really know. Some enormous company, I suppose. Simon never really asked questions about his dad's career. They simply weren't close that way. In fact, they weren't close at all. All Simon knew was that his dad worked with numbers, and they lived a life of wealth and privilege. What difference does it make where my dad works? I'm sure he will pay you fairly. Okay, let's start at the beginning, Joel said with a sigh at Simon's naive response. But first, let's order another round of drinks. You're going to need it.

8:06 With the bar all but empty, with the chill of the early evening having driven all the servers home, their order was taken almost instantly. Your daddy, Joel says while sneering, works for a crime family. He was their accountant at one time, but ultimately fell out of favour after making some terrible and unforgivable mistakes. He was very lucky to keep his life. Joel pauses for another sip of a drink, giving Simon a chance to digest this fresh information. Crime? Mistakes?

8:43 This wasn't my father. Rules were never to be broken under Daddy's roof. and mistakes, they simply weren't acceptable. They offered him a way to redeem himself, as once he held a very good standing within the family. Joel took another sip, savouring the taste in a rather overly dramatic fashion. At the time the family was going through a terrible period, they had many enemies, many people that would like no more than to see a member of the family dead.

9:18 A severe darkness settles over Joel's face. His jaw tightens. The boss was blessed with a son during this time, and naturally concerned for his safety, so they decided, Daddy, Joel says with that same sneer as before, would foster this son and raise him as his own. Inconspicuous, he would disappear into normal society until he was eighteen. Joel took another sip. While all this time Simon had yet to take a single swallow, in two days you will be 18. I am here to guide you through the transition back into the family. Joel's eyes were fixed on Simon's, holding his gaze and waiting for a response. Seeing none, Joel continued, your actual father knows of your sexual preferences, and you can enjoy those, discreetly. Yet eventually you will

10:19 be expected to take a wife and raise children. But for now you can enjoy life's pleasures as you wish. Confusion burns through Simon's mind. Almost 18 years of history has been destroyed in the space of just five minutes. He reaches for his drink and swallows a large gulp. Let me get this clear. Simon says with his stomach twisting and turning, Daddy isn't daddy. He's only a stand-in.

10:54 I'm the son of a mafia boss, and I can enjoy being gay again? With his mind a confused blur, his stare hardened on Joel, not quite believing what he was hearing. Is this what you're telling me? That's about it, Campo. In a few days you will have more men around you. Your soldiers, if you wish. Then once everything is settled and secure, your father, your real father, will come and visit.

11:26 Images flood Simon's mind. Carnal scenes fuelled by years of repression. Urges he'd hidden most of his life. My private army, he mused. His oration grew painfully hard in his pants. John leans forward, his cologne arousing Simon still further. His lips tease up Simon's neck, stopping just underneath his ear.

11:54 I'm yours to command, Campo. This thing with you and me, he gestured between them, is just beginning. Heat bloomed in Simon's groin as Joe pressed a firm hand against his thigh before easing upward and squeezing his aching hard on through his pants. the pad of his thumb pressing firmly along every inch. Jesus. Simon's voice cracked, lust coiling in his belly. I want you back in the house. With me. Now.

12:31 I have years to make up for, and I intend on starting today. Right now. Desperation seeps through Simon's voice. This all seems like a dream, a fantasy. Fuck. Fuck. Someone never thought any of these things would happen to him. Simon swallows. I'm ready. Joel pulls in a slow breath and looks at Simon with a stern face. Okay, but remember, you left the house as Simon. You're returning as the capo, a general, a warlord. From this moment, things will be different.

13:11 Daddy will be different. You're to call him Marcus in the future. Simon strode back to the house with desire, lust and a certainty of his future, all fuelling his gait. Joel maintained a position two steps behind him, watchful, aware. All Simon could think about was the burning erection in his pants, the long periods of frustration, the days and years wondering how he could live this life, Now it was only minutes from ending. His whole life would be a different one this time tomorrow. Taking a breath before he pushed at the door, Joel whispered gently, Remember, it's your house now, Capo. Yours. The house seems eerily quiet as the door swings open. Out of pure habit, Simon wonders where Daddy, Marcus, could be. He walked into Marcus's office.

14:14 All his paperwork had been cleared, the boxes of books taken away. Nothing remained between the dark walls but a few pieces of stationery on top of the mahogany desk. A shadow in the doorway causes Simon to pivot. Marcus stands behind him, humble, meek. Capo, I'm just moving the rest of my paperwork to my room. I have instruction of where I am to go next, but with your permission, I shall stay on here for a few more days until the position is ready. Shifting uneasily, Marcus's gaze drops downwards, fixating on his feet. All the arrogance of the past eighteen years were gone, sucked from his body. Marcus was a different man. Very good, Marcus, but only if it's for a few days. Simon was trying his best to

15:12 sound bold, to come across powerful, and to sound like what he believed a capo should sound like. He watched Marcus clear the last few pieces from the desk, the same desk that had seen Simon thrashed for his desires, the desk that had seen him scolded on so many occasions for his stupidity. That desk. But tomorrow, Simon promised himself, would burn until it was a little more than a pile of white ash. But today he had a plan for that desk, and it's symbol of Daddy's authority. Marcus, your room. It's right above here, isn't it? Simon smiled, knowing full well it was. Yes, Campo. Marcus replied, shuffling his feet nervously, his eyes struggling to stay on his.

16:08 Saying nothing more, Marcus collected the last of his belongings and backed out of the room, trying to bow without dropping everything onto the floor. Leave the door open, Marcus. This room needs an airing to remove it of the bitter stench that seems to be here. Solemnly, Marcus backs into the corridor, the creaking of the old oak staircase showing his departure. as his door closes upstairs with a loud click. Simon feels his transformation has truly begun. What now, Capo?

16:47 Joel ventures. Now, we wait for a few minutes. Let the old man settle. Then I'll fuck you the way I want to fuck you. Over that desk, in that chair, with no lubes beside the spit from my mouth. And you, Joel, or scream as loudly as you can until you feel my cock jetting come inside your hole. Simon could feel the same wicked pleasure he felt in his chest glinting in his eyes. His pulse races at the thoughts and images in his head, words falling from his lips that he'd never anticipated speaking. For the next few days, he will hear every moan, every gasp, every orgasm, until I've given him a lasting memory, Of the years of suffering he put me through. A memory he shall never forget.

17:42 Sitting in the leather office chair for the first time in 18 years, it surprises Simon how genuinely comfortable it was. Pausing for a moment, he rubs a hand over his stubble chin, debating what he desires the most. Joel, strip for me. Slowly, seductively. Joel's sly smile hardens every inch of Simon's cock. He'd never wanted a man this intensely, this desperately. He wanted to feel every inch of himself through Joel's pocket hole and fuck him until he screams his name. Joel slides his jacket off, placing it over an occasional chair in the corner. He turns back to face Simon, then dips his head slightly, soberly. so beautifully submissive, with his body a statue of beautiful hard muscle, days-old

18:46 stubble covering his square jawline, and those sky-blue eyes flashing with lust and desire. Joel's beautiful lips formed another mischievous smile as his fingers slid down his dark blue shirt. Slowly, provocatively, wickedly, He pops each button open, exposing his ripple chest that was toned and smooth. Beneath the silken material, Simon could see Joel tweaking his nipples, twisting them, tugging at them, his lips falling open with a gasp of desire. Automatically, Simon's eyes dropped to the tent in Joel's pants, watching his erection swell and elongate behind the soft, tailored material.

19:37 forcing his own cock to become painfully hard as he tries his best to keep from cumming all over himself. Joel pushes the flat of his palm down his toned abs, his shirt completely open and out of his pants Simon gasps with desire seeing his body exposed like this was so much more seductive than seeing him in the shower a few short hours earlier sliding his thumb slowly through the fastening on his belt easing it apart. His pants visibly loosened, filling Simon with the anticipation of savouring his hard cock again, willing his pants to drop. Simon's hand squeezes his aching hard on, his knees stretching firmer than Simon ever remembered. Painfully pushing against his pants, Simon resists the urge to stroke himself, instead choosing to savour this

20:39 beautiful display in front of him. Unbuckling his waistband, Joel's pants fall to the ground. Deathly, he slips his shoes off and steps from the pile of clothing around his ankle, his erection pressed hard against his black micro-briefs, promising so much pleasure that it strained the material. Simon's tongue dances over his mouth, the desire to taste Joel again, drying his lips. Joel turns on a hill, showing Simon his tight ass, as his fingers slide inside his underwear, easing them over his hips. Simon's skin heats, his heart racing in his ears as he mumbles a silent, God, I want inside his ass. Almost as if he heard Simon, Joel turns and saunters towards him until he stands up, only inches away from Simon's leg. Simon's gaze is glued

21:41 against Joel as he watches him push his long fingers underneath his waistband, his hand moving over his hard cock and forcing it to swell. Your neck is flushed. Joel whispers. Joel's eyes are intensely blue. His grip tightens over his cock. He slides his briefs down, dropping them over its thighs, his erection standing proud in the evening sun. Straddling Simon's thigh, Joel pushes his hot and hard cock slowly up and down, inch by salacious inch, edging towards Simon's own aching erection.

22:28 As they connect through the material of his pants, Simon's cock twitches furiously, throbbing with need. pulsing with desire, leaking with arousal. Placing the flat of his palm firmly down on his cock as he thrusts gently along Simon's length, Joel forces them together, his thrust becoming slowly harder, slowly more desperate, more urgent, pushing his finger through Simon's hair, pulling his head back, Electricity crackles between them as Joel's eyes settle on Simon's, neither of them speaking with lust burning between them. Joel's lips drop onto Simon's where they embrace into a hard, deep and passionate kiss. Joel continues thrusting along Simon's length, pulling away from his lips. Simon's

23:26 intensity held by Joel's dark, hooded gaze for a moment. Suck me. but not enough to make me come. Not yet. Dropping dutifully to his knees, Joel unfastens Simon's waistband, slipping his zipper down slowly and easing his hard cock from his shorts. Joel's azure blue eyes glisten as he kisses up and down Simon's shaft, his tongue teasing at every inch, his eyes never leaving Simon's gaze. watching every reaction move over Simon's face. Joel smiles mischievously, caressing his balls, massaging them as his lips move in a gently perfect slide over the thick bulb of Simon's cock. His tongue dances around Simon's slit, teasing him, forcing him to grow even harder.

24:23 Slowly he slides his lips down the full length of Simon's shaft. dragging his teeth with a delicious sting. His eyes never leaving Simon's, his tongue flicking, circling, teasing as his mouth moves up and down, slowly, gently, then faster, harder, a low, guttural moan drops from Simon's lips, pushing Joel's mouth up and down his shaft even faster. Oh God, Joel, I feel so fucking good! Simon cries. His moans growing louder as Joel's fingers massage his bull's family. Simon's fingers find their way through Joel's wavy hair. Over the desk now, I want your sweet ass. Joel stands and bends his body over the desk, parting his thighs at a tense, waiting, wanting.

25:17 Joel pushes the chair back and parts Joel's cheeks, then pushes two fingers roughly inside, thrusting deep and touching that special spot, his urgent lust overpowering any need for care or sensitivity. With Joel's moans growing, his ass clutching at Simon's fingers, Simon harshly commands, call my name, tell me what you want, Joel. You, Simon, I want your hard cock in my ass. Louder, how much do you want it, Joel?

25:50 Tell me. Fuck, Simon, I want your hard cock in my ass. More than anything, I want you to fuck me. Please. Joel's cries of need resonating through the house. Good boy, Simon says roughly. Removing his fingers, Simon takes himself between his palms and feeds the thick head of his leaking cock into the tight puckered hole between Joel's cheeks. With no compassion, no empathy, and with not so much of a splatter of lube. Simon knew it had to hurt as Joel grasped the desk's visibility, gasping his fingertips, digging into the edge of the wood while Simon furiously forces himself through the first ring of muscle, and then the next, until every inch of him was inside, pounding desperately, forcing Joel's hips back against his with every punishing thrust. Tell

26:48 me how it feels, Joel. Tell me how it feels, Joel. Simon's voice ragged with desire. It feels so fucking good. It feels so fucking good. Joel responds breathlessly, both their bodies covered in the light sweat. What feels so good, Joel? Simon asks in a tone forceful, hard, domineering. You fucking my ass, Joel asks. It feels so damn good. Louder, Simon insists, again. God, Simon, you fuck my ass so damn good, so perfectly. His thrust forceful and needy. Oh God, I'm coming, Joel. I'm coming fucking hard. His loud moan sounding like a roar as his cock explodes inside Joel's tight ass, pulsing threads of warm ejaculate. As the last drops of cum fills Joel's ass, his pulse is slow, his breath becoming a low panting. Turn around. Simon whispers.

27:50 I want to watch you bring yourself off. Simon's softening erection drops from Joel's ass. As he sits back in the chair, Joel grasps his erection firmly in his hand, stretching his fingers around its girth, his hand beginning to slide slowly up and down, his eyes hooded against Simon's, beaming with lust and a ferocious need. Tell me how it feels, Joel. Fuck, it feels so good, Simon. He cries obediently. I want you to come on my chest, over my nipples. Simon unbuttons his shirt quickly, exposing his smooth-toned chest. Oh God, Simon, I'm coming. Joel moans loudly as a creamy white ejaculate explodes from his cock and over Simon's nipples. Joel leans back against the desk for stability, panting,

28:45 his pulse racing, his legs trembling. Lick it off, Joel. Every last drop. Blurring his head, Joel sucks hungrily at the semen from Simon's nipples, savouring his taste with long, broad licks of his tongue, until every last drop is gone. Simon moans his pleasure loudly as Joel bites down on his nipple gently. Kiss me, Joel. I want to taste you.

29:15 Kiss me, Joel. I want to taste you. Simon whispers with warm longing. Without waiting, Joel's lips embrace Simon's, their tongues exploring each other's mouths urgently and sharing the taste of Joel's pleasure. Slowly their kisses become more gentle, more sensuous, Simon running his fingers. through Joel's hair once more holding his head to meet his gaze kissing him gently Joel whispers do you think he got the message Simon smiles warmly unless he's fucking deaf I think he did loud and clear their lips embrace once more, their kisses intimate and slow. So, I hope you enjoyed that little piece of salacious fun. So until next week, and always with your pleasure in mind, this is Devlin Wild saying, Salacious Dreams.

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