body.”
Pulling back from my ear, he caressed my lips with his mouth and smiled crookedly at the reaction he pulled out of me—he made me quiver. “Can you look at me instead of my cock when I’m speaking to you? You’ll know what it feels like inside of you very soon.”
“I can pay attention,” I whispered, my voice failing me.
“Good.” Taking a small step back, he allowed me room to breathe but kept his arms tightly around me. “My father gave me a production car before I could legally drive. I know what I’m doing,” he assured me, returning to our previous conversation.
“Cars are machines. Machines can fail no matter what the operator does or doesn’t do.” I glimpsed briefly at the trophies from over my shoulder, particularly the one earned twelve years ago. “Were you ever pressured to follow your father’s career path?”
“In the beginning. Believe it or not, I had my heart set on playing baseball. Things…changed. Even if I decided to pursue a professional career in racing at this point, my mother would never allow that to happen, after…” Although his eyes were locked on me, they seemed to descend into a faraway place that left him unable to continue.
“Did something happen to make your father quit?” I asked.
“My father wanted me to enter the Juniors back when I was eighteen, to work my way up to the Nationals, but…it’s too much politics. Without greasing the wheels of the sponsors, it can be very expensive. I didn’t want to depend on my father for money, and I didn’t want it to become something else other than a fun hobby back then. I do it now for the thrill. It’s only recreational.”
His avoidance of my question didn't go unnoticed. The look on my face told him I caught on, but the expression he greeted me with indicated he wouldn't expand on what I wanted to know. “Why did you give up on your dream of playing baseball to do what you do now? Did you always want to own an architectural firm?”
“By the time I was able to answer that question, it was too late. My paternal grandfather did it, and I think my father pointed the disappointment his father had for him on me. My dream of playing baseball was crushed at the insistence of my father, pushing me into racing. He pushed me even harder to open the firm. My grandfather’s connections helped me along a little, but most of it was my doing. I received my biggest break when I bid on a job I was barely equipped to complete. My team was small back then, it’s a wonder how we got the job done. It put me on this path, and now…” He looked around. “I work diligently Monday through Friday, but my weekends are mine, no matter what.”
“I know what you mean about certain things being required.”
He nodded in acknowledgment. “From what you said about your father, he seems codependent.”
“He has a reason. He hasn’t been the same since my mother… She was the love of his life, and we lost her suddenly, brutally. I watched what happened to her…every second of it…as it unraveled.”
“That had to be traumatic for you.” He pulled me closer, holding me so tightly I could feel the ridges of his body against my chest. “I’m sorry, Hanley,” he said softly. “Is that why it’s difficult for you talk about it?”
“I have nightmares sometimes.” I pressed my palms against the damp skin on his chest. “We should…get going to your brother’s.” I took his arms from around me and headed down the corridor.
His arms were around me before I could go farther. “If there is anything you need”—his words were pressed in a low and empathetic tone at my ear—“I’m here for you.”
"Thank you, Elias. I really appreciate that."
He twirled me around to face him. “I think your father is holding you back. It might be a good idea for you to move out of his house. You don’t need to be faced with the constant reminder of a time you wished you could forget.”
I disengaged his arms from
Pulling back from my ear, he caressed my lips with his mouth and smiled crookedly at the reaction he pulled out of me—he made me quiver. “Can you look at me instead of my cock when I’m speaking to you? You’ll know what it feels like inside of you very soon.”
“I can pay attention,” I whispered, my voice failing me.
“Good.” Taking a small step back, he allowed me room to breathe but kept his arms tightly around me. “My father gave me a production car before I could legally drive. I know what I’m doing,” he assured me, returning to our previous conversation.
“Cars are machines. Machines can fail no matter what the operator does or doesn’t do.” I glimpsed briefly at the trophies from over my shoulder, particularly the one earned twelve years ago. “Were you ever pressured to follow your father’s career path?”
“In the beginning. Believe it or not, I had my heart set on playing baseball. Things…changed. Even if I decided to pursue a professional career in racing at this point, my mother would never allow that to happen, after…” Although his eyes were locked on me, they seemed to descend into a faraway place that left him unable to continue.
“Did something happen to make your father quit?” I asked.
“My father wanted me to enter the Juniors back when I was eighteen, to work my way up to the Nationals, but…it’s too much politics. Without greasing the wheels of the sponsors, it can be very expensive. I didn’t want to depend on my father for money, and I didn’t want it to become something else other than a fun hobby back then. I do it now for the thrill. It’s only recreational.”
His avoidance of my question didn't go unnoticed. The look on my face told him I caught on, but the expression he greeted me with indicated he wouldn't expand on what I wanted to know. “Why did you give up on your dream of playing baseball to do what you do now? Did you always want to own an architectural firm?”
“By the time I was able to answer that question, it was too late. My paternal grandfather did it, and I think my father pointed the disappointment his father had for him on me. My dream of playing baseball was crushed at the insistence of my father, pushing me into racing. He pushed me even harder to open the firm. My grandfather’s connections helped me along a little, but most of it was my doing. I received my biggest break when I bid on a job I was barely equipped to complete. My team was small back then, it’s a wonder how we got the job done. It put me on this path, and now…” He looked around. “I work diligently Monday through Friday, but my weekends are mine, no matter what.”
“I know what you mean about certain things being required.”
He nodded in acknowledgment. “From what you said about your father, he seems codependent.”
“He has a reason. He hasn’t been the same since my mother… She was the love of his life, and we lost her suddenly, brutally. I watched what happened to her…every second of it…as it unraveled.”
“That had to be traumatic for you.” He pulled me closer, holding me so tightly I could feel the ridges of his body against my chest. “I’m sorry, Hanley,” he said softly. “Is that why it’s difficult for you talk about it?”
“I have nightmares sometimes.” I pressed my palms against the damp skin on his chest. “We should…get going to your brother’s.” I took his arms from around me and headed down the corridor.
His arms were around me before I could go farther. “If there is anything you need”—his words were pressed in a low and empathetic tone at my ear—“I’m here for you.”
"Thank you, Elias. I really appreciate that."
He twirled me around to face him. “I think your father is holding you back. It might be a good idea for you to move out of his house. You don’t need to be faced with the constant reminder of a time you wished you could forget.”
I disengaged his arms from
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