Donovan Du Pont is not your typical rich boy toy from a wealthy family. He has big dreams and goals with his life. What he wants most of all is to break away from the mundane everday uptight lifestyle he has grown up in. Everyday it's piano lessons, dance classes, tutoring in the highest mathematics, sciences, language arts, and more. His family counts on him to carry on their legacy and get into John Hopkins to become a world-renowned surgeon. But what happens when you add in you add falling for the unattainable? What happens when the ones you trust the most cut you deepest. Some pains you never get over and you never see coming.
View MoreAiden I can't believe what is happening. Don just walked in, said all the right things, and here we are inter-twined in a heated make-out session in his family's library. I can't think of anything right now but the way his lips feel against mine, the way his tongue in my mouth sends shivers down my back. I've never felt such electricity. He makes my body feel the rush of being high on drugs, and I feel the warmth of dancing around at the clubs all night, and I love every single moment. He whispers in my ear and grabs my hand, and directs me out of the library, and we head to his room. Before we go into his room, he asks if this is okay, and I say, I want nothing more. He smiles and opens his door. When we enter his room, he dims his lights, opens his balcony window to allow the evening's cool breeze to blow throughout the room, and he puts on music. The first song is "Feel Your Love" by Dimitri Vegas, and I am in shock. I look at him and say I didn't think he listened
Donovan I've had it. I don't want Aiden here. I am a grown man, and I won't tolerate such disrespect. When I match up to his door and knock politely, he dismisses me again, and I can feel my face start to burn. He is an asshole, I tell myself. An arrogant, selfish asshole, and so I whack the door even harder. After all, it is my damn door. When he tells me to piss off, I decide I'll do the opposite, and I use my set of master house keys, and I open the door. There is instant regret upon opening the door, and my face goes from red to white very quickly. I could feel the cluster of heat depart as soon as the shock wave came. Aiden is standing naked with just a bedsheet covering his groin. You can tell it's all he could grab and cover in such a short time. He holds it directly over his penis, which is still very much erect, and after having noticed it, I am blushing. In the heat of the moment, with everything going on, I said some things I didn't mean. I was furious, but now re
Aiden I make it back to my room successfully. The gay gods came through for me. I quickly change out of my clothes and into gym attire and head for this smaller gym I've had my eye on. It's hidden in the back area of this Castle. The other gym is massive, and I think they have gym parties there or something. I arrive at the gym early, and I am alone. I decided I would punish myself through weight lifting for last night. Trying to get Don off my mind was a bad idea anyway. I mean, I work for the guy. Not sure why I thought a one-night stand would fix everything. I need to start thinking rationally. I'll devise a plan after I slay some demons here in this gym. So I get to work. After I've after begun to build up a sweat and have detoxed my body of last night's impurities, and Don walks in. We make brief eye contact. But I can't stare too long. I need to keep my distance from him. He is everything I want in a man, and that is the very reason I need to stay away. I
Donovan Do you ever wake up in the mornings, lay on your back, open your eyes, blink a few times, and realize that "yes," "yes," this is reality, and you're a part of it? Your dreams are not real. Oh, what goals I have, and oh how I wish they were my reality. Such plans I have I wish I could tell them to into my reality. Flying cars, animals that could speak, a cruelty-free world, one where all people learn from their pain and everyone finds true love in their perfect image. A perfect match in every way. Image meeting that one person as weird as you, who is into all the odd things you do, the sad, the mundane, the insane, the moronic. A person who you can lay in bed with all day with and do absolutely nothing with, never growing tired of them, saying the words, I hate you with a big smile on your face, telling them to go away while hugging them and laughing. Secretly watching them cry during a cute romance movie, being able to announce to them how beautiful it is that
Aiden So much pressure in the rooms now everywhere I see him. Every time I see him, songs play in my head. Is this what liking someone feels like, or do I want to fuck him. Come on, Aiden. This is a job, nothing more, focus! I need to stay away from this guy. Yes, he is hot. Yes, he has talent. Yes, his ass looks fantastic, and his body looks amazing while he plays tennis. Sweat glittering against the sun's rays. But it is just sweat, he is just a man, and it is just the lame sport of tennis. So I need to focus. Paycheck, money, the deal. I need to shake this off. Better yet, I need to go clubbing tonight when I get off work and hook up with someone. I clock off, and off I go. It's club "Wave," and as soon as I walk in, they are playing my jam " You Turning Me Up" by Issam Alnajjar, and I am jumping around like I honestly do not care. Because I can't care, I have someone to get out of my system. Then some random makes his move, and he is in front of me. I am wearing
Donovan When I finish playing, I open my eyes, and my hair is a mess. Then I remember Aiden is in the room and sit up straight fix my clothes and brush my hair back with my hands and clear my throat. I ask with a clear and stern voice how that was to the instructor avoiding eye contact with Aiden. The instructor responds that today was a special treat for everyone and that he wished I would play more pieces like this one. I nod my head slightly and stand up and thank him for today's lesson, and tell him I will see him later. I look over to see Aiden is sitting on the floor just staring at me. I announce to the room that I am feeling tired and will take the rest of the day off from my schedule and head off to my room. Aiden quickly gets up and jogs towards me, and asks if he can escort me. It is his please at the end of his request that makes me agree, and as we walk next to each other, there is silence, but there is a strong feeling. It is intense. It is as though he is
Aiden I was dismissed like a child. Don asked me to go away. Hahaha. He tried to come off like an ass-hole, but his eyes said differently. He is a hard guy to read; I'll admit that. I'll leave him alone for now, but I have a job to do. So I'll get his schedule and be at his lessons. I walk around this palace. It is massive. How can such a beautiful place with this many things still feel so empty? I guess money really can not buy you happiness. I wonder how Donovan feels. His parents are away a lot. With so much money, you cannot buy family or real friends. Friends that will be there for you no matter what, who will give you sound advice, help you through the tough stuff. Depression, heartache, the hard crying that makes your stomach hurt, the sadness that makes you want to stay in bed for days and not eat. I wonder how many of those nights or days he has even had. I try to catch him in French. I am on early, but when 11:00 am rolls around, he is a no-
DonovanI am used to being alone. Being around Aiden for this long is making me a bit uneasy, so I ask him to look around the place and become familiar on his own. Tell him I have some things I need to take care of. Aiden asks no questions, nods in understanding, and proceeds down the long staircase. I go back to my bedroom and turn on my music. I blast the Radio Playlist on Spotify entitled "Can You Feel My Heart." The first song to play is Bring Me The Horizon, and I run my hands through my hair and do precisely what Aiden asked. I mess my hair up. My door is locked, so I know I have privacy. I imagine him here with me. I lift my cashmere sweater over my head, sleeves still on my arms. Slowly run my hand down my abs, picturing Aiden. While "can you feel the high" plays. I unbutton my pants. One hand behind my head, eyes closed. I put my right hand down my pants to feel my rock-hardness, and I cannot remember a time I felt this way.I stroke it downward, picturing Aiden
Aiden I love to move around. See new places, meet new people. I never stay in the same place too long. So taking on new jobs is sort of a must. One day I was grabbing a coffee at Starbucks when a lady asked if she could buy me a cup of coffee. Couldn't say no to "free". She asked if I was a model and I told her I had modeled some in my days but I was not looking for model work now. I liked to try something new. I guess I was the right man for the job she needed. I guaranteed her I would help her son with whatever he needed. The work sounded easy and the pay was substantial. I would use the money to go overseas. Maybe Italy again or Brazil. I've been just about all over the world but there are still places I'd visit over and over again. When Mrs. Genevieve DuPont asked me my name I gave her a close enough name. I mean my name is Aiden but Blackmon is not my actual last name. I am by no means a criminal, far from it. But I don't lik
Just call me handsome, clean, expensive, rich, a perceived bad boy, hot on the market of eligible bachelor's. Louis Vuitton, Gucci, Prada, and all the other expensive shit rich people pay for loads of money to have to waste on sorts of brand names - yes, I'll admit I have them all as well. Mother says we must always maintain a distinct look, and that means spending money uselessly. There are other things I'd rather spend such money on, but I will never get into such matters with her. All I really want to do is be free and live my life the way I want each day in this life while only figuring out what I need to wear each day. Today's fit is a lounge look. So I will go with Dior Men and have chosen for the day a black cashmere polo sweater, size medium, a pair of dark straight leg vintage jeans size thirty-four. I don't like my jeans tight. The final touches are my Dior B28 high-top sneakers topped off with Dior BOIS D'ARGENT cologne. I have chosen to wear my cheape
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