Opulent Nights

While he didn't exactly live in a mess, nineteen year old Luke Ross found himself rushing around his new apartment, shared with his slightly older sister Emma. He didn't like his conquests coming into a pig sty since it wasn't much of a turn on. The teen liked to have some form of class to his life, even if it wasn't entirely his style. When there was a bang at the door, Luke stole quick glance at the clock.

He was early, something that had Luke smirking.

The teen had come to expect that from that individuals sent to him by a friend of the family, Cooper Bradford. The blonde was always sending them around far to early, much to Luke's annoyance. He took a deep breath and gripped the handle. Opening the door, Luke was surprised to like what he saw since Bradford, normally didn't have anyone attractive come over. A tall, lanky fourteen year old. Short mop of chestnut hair, just like an ex-fling of Luke's. What did surprise him was how classy this boy was trying to look in a white shirt and dark slacks.

"Oliver? You're early, kid." Luke said plainly then moved to let the boy in. "Avoid that if you do this again. Makes you seem eager… unless you really want this?"

Oliver gulped. Already see through. "H-hello Mr Ross…"

"Would you like to come in?" Luke offered, when the boy didn't make a move.

Luke stayed leaning against the door frame in his button up black shirt and skinny jeans, watching in amusement as the young cute boy surveyed his living room in complete awe. It was the same look that everyone of his hooks have when they first walk into his shared apartment, a face that didn't stop even when they left the building, through their awe was now for a different reasons.

"It's nothing too amazing, but it's home." Luke replied, moving away from the doorway.

Oliver felt his mouth get dry from the sound of the older boy's mature deep voice.

Luke meanwhile eased himself onto the large black leather couch and allowed Oliver take everything in. The younger teen running up and gaping at all of the latest consoles, the framed signed jerseys and the wall mounted TV that already had the soccer channel blaring. Oliver gulped a little when he noticed that the television was almost bigger then himself, and couldn't believe that it was in the apartment of someone only a few years, his senior. The young teen was internally screaming in excitement being in a place that luxurious. His dream first apartment had come true, even if it belonged to the all-too 'humble' Luke Ross.

Oliver suddenly felt the eyes on him, then swallowed his excitement.

"S-sorry for being such a dork. I've just never been in a place like this before!" He shifted his weight and stared at Luke. The urge to sit was battled by the overbearing feeling of being small in such a place.

Amused, Luke replied. "It's fine, seriously most people have this reaction when they walk in."

"Even Cooper's place looks trashy compared to here…"

Luke couldn't keep from snorting. "The Bradfords' are poor when compared to the Ross's kid. Cooper is nice and all, but his family used to be the housekeepers for our grandparents…"

"Oh…"

"Mhm, now why don't you come and take a seat…" Luke purred, patting the leather couch. Making sure that Oliver understood that he meant for the boy to sit close to him.

Oliver was a little too quick to obey and found himself blushing. Despite the eyes on him, Oliver looked at anything else. An easy task as anything in the room easily drew his attention away. He settled on staring at the TV and blankly watching. As if their encounter hadn't already been embarrassing enough, now he was seeming eager for what Luke had in mind. Not that he even knew exactly what the cocky teen was planning.

"I see… aren't you keen kid?" Luke teased, allowing his leg to come into contact with the younger boys.

Swallowing hard, Oliver pursed his lips. "S-sorry Luke…"

"First rule," Luke said as he gripped Oliver's leg. The action had the poor boy staring back at him with a look of fear and lust. "In this place, no one calls me Luke. Wanna guess what you call me now?"

"I-I don't know… Mr. Ross?" Oliver replied, nervously.

Luke growled. "I'm not my father, kid… Though I'm sure I could get him to come assist if you wish."

Oliver internally groaned at what he was going to try next. Even before saying it he was cringing.

"M-master…?"

Rolling his eyes, Luke growled once more. "Sir, will be just fine Oliver…"

Nodding at the words, the younger teen chewed his lips and decided to remain silent. He could see the lust in Luke's eyes and dripping from every word he spoke.

"I expect an answer, kid."

"Okay…" Oliver responded, before sputtering when Luke glared slightly. "I mean, Yes Sir!"

Luke let a sigh escape him. Something about this nervous eager nature had him grinning internally. Back then he would have been just the same, although more cocky. Luke made a quick and silent motion for Oliver to get off the couch and move in between his legs. A motion so quick that if he wasn't in panic mode, the teen would have completely missed it. Noticing the hesitation, Luke shifted and started on his fly just so that Oliver got the message.

Oliver's eyes almost bulged, with the teen getting the message that his new 'sir' was trying to give him.

"Wow…" Oliver whispered, as he began getting a peak of Luke's tight designer black boxer briefs.

As expected of a rich boy, they were top quality, too. Not that he was focused on that, only what was begging to be released.

In the past he had joked about it with Cooper, but never expected this.

"S-so you want me to… um, to…" Oliver trailed off while trying not to lick his lips. Luke's boxer briefs perfectly outlined his very impressive length, which was pressed hard against his leg and definitely longer and thicker than his own.

"First I told you to call me SIR! Secondly, I want you on your knees with your mouth open. Not everyone can handle this, so your throat might be too small…" Luke ordered, a harshness in his tone that told Oliver just how serious he was being. The stuttering wasn't appreciated, or cute. The words he purred out next were dripping with lust, and clearly just what Luke was hoping to happen: "Or else I might need to stretch it a little…"

Oliver found himself, praying that he wouldn't have a small throat.

Cooper Bradford, had nothing on the size that he was seeing in Luke's boxer briefs. With Cooper unable to completely fill out his own underwear with his erect size. He argued that his underwear were too loose, but Oliver doubted it.

"Uh… y-ye-yes Sir…"

The deep, chocolate eyes didn't leave him. Letting him see the clear desire in the older boy's eyes.

Luke palmed his length through his boxers as he watched Oliver getting into position. He was happy to have an eager boy back between his legs, especially during his 'break' over the Summer. Oliver, unfortunately, didn't make an effort to take over servicing him.

It was a issue with first timers, they took too much time to break in.

"Take over, kid. You can give me a blowjob here, and we can get serious later." Luke ordered firmly.

Oliver's mouth dropped. "Y-You… oh god…"

Luke muttered and rolled his eyes once more, beginning to get a little frustrated in the entire matter. "Dude… either get to work or you can go back to your motel…"

"Yes sir!" Oliver squeaked.

Taking a deep breath, the poor boy stole himself and reached out to touch the impressive length. He found himself biting back a moan and having to close his eyes for a moment, as his hand came into contact with Luke's enormous cock. The cock that twitched from his touch.

Sighing, Luke continued to let the boy know what he wanted. "Your meant to remove the underwear, kid…"

Oliver's eyes flickered back to the still covered length. He knew what Luke wanted, a fast and direct action so he would get to a blowjob. However, the boy found himself slowly hooking his fingers around the waistband and peeling back the fabric. Oliver's attention was divided between the dick he was peeling towards, and the freckled teen's abs as his shirt rode up slightly. When Luke shifted, however, he looked back down as the length eased into view. It just seemed to keep on coming. Before finally revealing itself to be at least seven and a half inches; a sight that had Oliver feeling faint. Oliver found himself doubting that he could even fit his hand around that cock. His thickness was mouth watering.

"Holy shit… How the hell are you this big, du-SIR!?"

"Good genetics, kid. When you look THIS good, you need to have the assets to match." Luke smirked. "You need to be able to please the fans…"

Oliver gulped. Staring at that massive length which pointed directly at him, with the younger teen's line of sigh lining up with the piss slit of the impressive length. Oliver blushed and kept silent. He didn't want to seem any more eager.

"So… do I just-?"

Luke growled and shook his head. "I told you to open your mouth first. If you're too small there, i'll take over so we actually get somewhere,"

"O-Okay sir…" Oliver blushed, with the teen slowly opened his mouth.

Luke found himself muttering a little about the teen taking his time. He liked the look of what he saw; a long pink tongue, eager for the taste of a cock and a slightly thin throat he would have to thrust into for a deep throat. Knowledge that made him smirk, he hadn't a throat that thin since he had taken a little trip to his Family's new camp in Maine and made use of a tiny blonde's mouth. He still couldn't believe that the young kid's mouth had taken that much; not that he handled it when Luke turned his focus onto an even tighter hole. Before that, the only throat that small had been his own mouth when he experimented with self sucking. A talent that Luke loved showing off during sex with bigger tops. A enjoyment that he regularly searched out when he felt like being used and pleasured by a random stud.

"Not bad, kid… You can start now. Do whatever feels natural, you'll know when i'm getting bored…" Luke grinned. Below, his foot was rubbing Oliver's crotch and feeling the boy chub up. "I see your finally joining the party…"

Oliver blushed. No one had seen him like that since ballet.

"Oh, a blush. You can tell me the story behind that, later." Luke teased. "But you currently have something else to do, kid. Unless you have forgotten…"

Breathing deep, Oliver finally wrapped his fingers around the thick organ presented to him. It throbbed intimidatingly, and a small droplet of precum squeased out to tease him. A hint of what was to come as he slowly began to move up and down Luke's cock.

As expected, it was too thick to get a good grip.

He did manage to get enough of one to lightly squeeze the hardened length, before beginning his very slow move to close the gap between his mouth and the near-drooling member.

'Man… Cooper's going to shit himself when I tell him about this!' Oliver grinned internally as his tongue came into contact with Luke's cock.

Unaware that Cooper Bradford, was well aware of the lengthy equipment that most of the Ross men had.

The strong, sweaty taste was intoxicating and instantly had the ballet boy hooked.

Oliver's hot breath against the head had Luke grinning and running a hand through the younger's sleek brown hair. His wove his fingering into curls and gently began guiding the boy further onto his shaft. He was happy to find no resistance, with Oliver handing over control of his mouth to the rich boy. Luke was impressed that Oliver was that fast to hand himself over. That slippery tongue glided down the underside, touching and teasing as Oliver allowed the head into his eager mouth. When his tongue retracted and started flicking the piss slit, Luke bit back a small moan.

Luke didn't want the kid knowing how good he was doing, knowing from experience that boys only got better when they thought they were doing something wrong.

Not that any would ever match the talent of the biggest slut that he had experienced, his older sister Emma.

"Ngh… could you suck a cock any slower?"

Not wanting to disappoint, Oliver strained himself trying to sink further down and swallow the huge shaft. The head of Luke's cock quickly hit his throat, and he would feel it throbbing inside his mouth.

He wanted to pull back and stop the pain and strain, but he couldn't let himself not impress one of the richest teenagers in America. If he could get close to the Ross Family then he could get a fortune that would make Cooper ride bitch on his motorbike instead of the other way.

"G-Ghk!" Oliver bobbed up and down the thickness, gagging as he sunk lower than he could handle.

Luke was moaning lightly, letting out small grunts whenever the younger boy hollowed his cheeks and sucked harder. He had been right in thinking it would be tight.

"Mmm, not bad kid. But you need to learn some stuff…" He smirked and forcefully moved Oliver down his length slightly. The action seemed surprising, as the younger's teeth brushed against his shaft. "Ngh! A-and watch the teeth!"

Curious and embarrassed about being corrected, Oliver pulled off the moment that Luke's forceful grip lessened. "L-Like what?"

"You're not relaxing your throat enough to take me in. And your tongue needs to get to work and service the head more, ok? Let's try again," Luke explained and guided the boy back down, slowly.

The boy loving the freedom that his own apartment had given him, having had to rush sexual experience in his parents penthouse since his siblings have a habit of just walking in. Even when he was balls deep in the random cutie of the day. Eager to please the rich boy, Oliver tried relaxing and opening his throat wider to no avail. He was still straining his jaw to accommodate that length. In an effort to get some help, he turned his brown orbs lustfully up to Luke.

Sighing, knowing that the young boy wasn't getting it, Luke decided to give him a example. "Pull off and stand up, Oliver."

He doesn't do it much anymore, but Luke was willing to give the young boy what he guessed would be his first blow job.

"Y-yes sir…" oliver said and nervously got to his feet. A tingle ran through his spine when Luke's hands moved to his fly and started playing with his bulge. A soft sound escaped his lips, a moaned whisper that just brought a grin to the rich boy's freckled face.

"Not bad…" Luke purred, giving the fabric covered cock a squeeze.

Oliver blushed, no one else had ever seen or touched his cock, except when he chubbed up in a ballet class. He shifted slightly, "Th-thank you sir…"

Smirking at that adorable awkwardness, Luke started on the fly and removing Oliver's pants. He couldn't help but giggle internally at the cotton blue plaid boxers this boy was wearing. As if he wasn't already dorky enough, but this was overkill. Luke sighed slightly, and quickly took Oliver's cock out through the flap, letting the boy's length flop out and hang inches from his face. The light-pink head twitched and throbbed, almost begging for attention. With Luke's hot breath on the tip, Oliver was straining himself not to moan out loud, with the boy clenching his fists and tensing up.

"Very cute kid." Luke smirked, reaching out to very lightly wrapped his fingers around the sensitive pink flesh of Oliver's throbbing for attention length. "Has anyone played with this before?"

"Mph! N-no…" Oliver whined, "I-I mean no sir!"

Moving the length to the side, Luke grinned as he leaned in and took one of Oliver's balls into his mouth. Sucking on the smooth sack, the rich boy looked Oliver in the eye while beginning to jerk his cock. He rolled the ball around in his mouth, enjoying the sound of each soft moan escaping the younger boy.

"You need to let these air, kid… they are sweaty as fuck… Not that I don't enjoy the taste…" Luke teased, before switching to the other or trailing up that dick with his tongue. Every ounce of attention had Oliver twitching and moaning.

"O-oh fuck, Luke!"

Luke grinned, "Soon…"

A response that had Oliver's eyes opening wide.

Letting go of the dick, he didn't give it a moment to rest as he spat on the shaft before effortlessly taking it balls deep. He didn't even gag, and Oliver couldn't keep from moaning as Luke's tongue explored his dick when pulling off. Somehow this cocky rich boy seemed hungrier for a cock than he did, and was clearly better.

Luke repeated this deep throat action, as Oliver bucked into his throat.

"Ghk… D-did I tell you that you could do that?" He growled, furiously milking Oliver's shaft. Pre-cum was pouring out from his relentless treatment.

"I-I'm sorry sir! It was just feeling so good!" Oliver apologised, quickly.

Rolling his eyes slightly, Luke got to his feet and kicked off his pants. He knew full well of the eyes on the thick piece of meat hanging between his legs, and wouldn't have been surprised if Oliver was trying not to lick his lips. A quick glance told him that the assumption was right, as Oliver's mouth was ajar and almost drooling. Luke just cracked a laugh. Without a single word, he gripped Oliver's cock and began guiding the younger boy out of the room. Right into the space that so many others from both genders and a wide range of ages, had met his pleasure making techniques, and had this boy's jaw dropping.

"Holy…"