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 extremely satisfied investors. Wallace had the Midas touch and was a very wealthy man. Wallace had also come from money, so being rich (a word he hated), 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 the mountains. All three those homes were also 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, but there always seemed to be a void in his life. Twenty-two years before, he had married a trophy wife and they'd had two children, a boy, and a girl. Both kids were at varsity and no longer lived at home. His wife was a vacuous blond who had become increasingly distant over the years. They didn’t even sleep in the same room anymore because Wallace just seemed to irritate her. Sheila, his wife, was one of the avaricious ‘ladies who lunch,’ and was very content living in her bubble of affluence. His daughter was a carbon copy of her mother, but fortunately, his boy 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, a very expensive option for him, but he actually derived an almost spiteful pleasure hindering her liberation. He knew that she would have welcomed the comfortable termination of their union, but this 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, at least for the duration of their studies, which would take a further two years.

Sexually speaking, Wallace had three 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 usual, 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 their 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 most attractive guy 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; he always believed it was a feeling of guilt that many men harboured for having touched another boy’s dick in their youth.

After a tasty 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 him a refill.

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

“I’ll drive you home later,” Wallace said, almost trembling. With a look of acquiescence, Riley nodded his consent.

Nothing more was said and when all the dinner guests began to disperse, Riley found himself seated next to Wallace in his vehicle. During their journey, they remained silent, but Riley 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'd had a relationship with a guy named Tate. It was a very happy memory, but when he 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, ‘Why the fuck am I doing this?’

The gush of excitement was like no other sensation he had ever felt before, and he had never wanted anything more in his life than the guy sitting next to him at that moment. The touch had reawakened dormant feelings in him that he had long since forgotten. His knob was practically breaking out of its skin as he drove and it pulsed with horniness. Wallace’s mouth was dry with lust.

As they pulled into the property Wallace said, “Text your aunt and tell her you won’t be home tonight.”

By the time they had entered the garage Riley had completed that mission. After alighting from the vehicle Riley stood at the door leading into the house, awaiting Wallace’s directive. Wallace swiftly moved from the other side of the car and pushed Riley’s body against the garage wall. The fire in his loins could no longer be contained. Gripping hold of Riley’s wrists Wallace placed Riley’s arms in a V formation above his head. As Wallace’s body mashed into Riley, his mouth attacked Riley’s lips. Shortly, muffled grunts reverberated through the room.

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

Riley whimpered as his paradise was inhabited. Wallace was like an alcoholic, craving inebriation after years of sobriety. He doused his cock in the devil’s liquor, which had been denied him for more than two decades.

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 turning into an animal as he hammered the boy’s butt, more empowered than he felt in a very long time. What pleased him most was how acquiescent Riley was, continuously egging him on.

Thumping his cock into Riley like a glutton, Wallace sated himself on the prostrated beauty before him. When he seeded Riley’s backside, he wasn’t even aware that Riley had also spewed his discharge all over the vehicle.

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.

Wallace was like a tight sprung spring, hyperventilating with lust. Riley had also never before been more excited in his life and was having the fuck of his dreams.

After another hectic session of fucking like two randy dogs, two more loads of cum erupted from them.

Riley was now finally taken to the bedroom.

With Riley’s head strategically placed on the pillows, Wallace next began to face-fuck Riley manically. Relaxing his throat muscles, Riley gratefully received the oral onslaught. Riley could feel the pent-up passion of years of restraint. 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 they assumed a sixty-nine position. Their lovemaking now calmed down to a comfortable level.

After both guys had consumed one another’s third load orally, Wallace retrieved two beers for them. 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 lovemaking was sustained and varied; hard, soft, slow, fast, and very intense.

After Riley and Wallace unloaded for the fifth time, they were both so exhausted that they were asleep in 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, it didn’t faze him.

Secondly, Wallace arranged a job locally for Riley.

The third change was that once the divorce was absolutely finalized, Riley moved in with Wallace. Naturally, there were raised eyebrows from friends and family, but Wallace reckoned that it was a small price to pay for his sexual liberation.