chapter 10

Once they arrived back at the townhouse, Alphonse’s joy could be contained no longer. He’d had such an incredible evening, he felt as light as a feather. During the ride home, Alphonse relayed everything he’d learned from Alvin. He also asked to make sure it would be okay for Alvin to come to luncheon the next week. “Am I invited?” Rudolf had asked.

“You’d take the afternoon off to entertain with me?”

“Of course,” Rudy responded. “I’m glad you have someone you can talk to.”

Now, in the foyer, he spun around whimsically, humming the opera’s most memorable tune. Rudolf watched with intense amusement.

“You can’t just stand there,” Alphonse said, spinning over to where Rudolf stood watching him. “Let’s waltz.”

“Alphonse, no, really,” Rudolf protested. “I have two left feet.”

“I don’t care,” Alphonse sang, smiling widely. “I just want to dance with you.” He positioned his hand on Rudolf’s waist and draped the businessman’s right hand on his shoulder.

“There’s not any music playing.”

“I’ll hum something,” Alphonse said. “I’ll lead this time.”

Rudolf hadn’t lied about having two left feet, but it didn’t detract from how much fun Alphonse was having. “Dum dum dum dum,” Alphonse hummed to the beat of a four count.

Even though under other circumstances he’d be mortified, Rudolf released his inhibitions and gave himself to the moment. This was actually quite lovely, a memory he’d cherish for many years to come. Alphonse pressed himself against the businessman, enjoying the feel of his slim body against Rudolf’s substantial belly.

They slowed after a few minutes of this exercise. Alphonse looked up into the face of the businessman. His face was so handsome, his strong jawline slightly hidden by a double chin.

“I want to kiss you,” Rudolf whispered gently. “I want to fuck you.”

Alphonse smiled, wanting nothing more than to be with Rudolf in this way as often as possible. The larger man grabbed Alphonse, kissing him as they moved over to the chesterfield sofa in the living room. Alphonse kicked off his shoes and sat on the cushions as Rudolf stood. Al unbuttoned the businessman’s pants. With the pressure of the latch no longer pressing against Rudolf’s meaty belly, it pushed forward freely.

Slightly embarrassed by his ever-growing paunch, his face reddened. “God, Rudolf. I love how sturdy you are,” Alphonse said, looking up at Rudolf’s face. “It makes me want you even more. I adore a man who likes my cooking.”

Rudolf smiled bashfully, placing his hand on the roundest part of his stomach. Alphonse was incredibly hard. He pushed Rudy’s dress shirt up and kissed the top his belly, working his way down, nestling his nose for a moment in Rudolf’s dark pubic hair, breathing in his scent voraciously.

It was then, after months, Alphonse finally understood Dorian’s secret.

Alphonse pulled Rudolf’s cock from the confines of his undergarments and marveled at its length and thickness. Al licked the shaft before taking the head in his mouth. He held Rudolf’s balls in his hand, gently massaging them. The sensation of Alphonse’s mouth around his stiff penis caused Rudy’s hips to buck slightly. He held onto Alphonse’s hair gently. After weeks of lovemaking, Rudolf was shocked to realize there were still sexual acts to be discovered.

Alphonse stopped teasing Rudolf’s penis and sat up. He went to unbutton his pants when Rudolf simply tore them open. “I’ll buy you a hundred new suits.”

He tore open the jacket and the shirt as well, the buttons scattering across the sofa and hardwood flooring.

Rudolf’s generously proportioned member was slick with pre-cum and Alphonse’s spit. Alphonse rested his forearms on the side of the couch, his knees on the cushions. Rudolf climbed up behind him, the chesterfield creaking slightly. Alphonse looked back at him, his own penis leaking pre-cum. Al’s asshole was already slightly moist in anticipation and Rudolf entering him. The businessman placed the head of his cock near Al’s eager hole. Rudolf’s stomach lightly rubbed against the top of Alphonse’s firm, round butt. “Are you ready, Alphonse?” he asked, unable to wait any longer.

“Yes,” Alphonse said, exhaling in anticipation. Rudolf entered Alphonse slowly, moving his hips only slightly, not wanting to push Alphonse too quickly. “Please Rudolf—more—harder—!” Alphonse moaned. Rudolf grunted as he pushed a bit more forcefully. They were breathing rhythmically, perfectly in sync with one another. Alphonse couldn’t suspend orgasm any longer. He came all over the chesterfield. Rudolf went on for a few more moments before he finished as well. They sat back on the sofa, in a state of utter bliss.

“I love you,” Rudolf said, exhaling slowly, his body covered in a slight layer of perspiration.

“I love you too,” Alphonse said, smiling. He grabbed one of the buttons from his cream-colored dress shirt that was now ruined. “I really loved that suit as well.” Rudolf laughed loudly, incredibly tickled by Alphonse’s comment.

They gathered their clothing and went up to bed. They spent the majority of Sunday tangled together in the linens, only getting up to eat the meals Alphonse hastily prepared so that they could lay in bed once more as soon as possible.

There were many more events and outings that the couple attended together. And Rudolf had kept his word, making sure to purchase Alphonse the most luxurious clothing items. A year after they met, which was also Alphonse’s nineteenth birthday, Rudolf presented the young man with a simple gold band, which matched one he’d purchased for himself. Even if it was only official to the two of them, they vowed to love each other for the rest of their lives, through thick and thin.

It was a promise they’d upheld with extreme veneration.

History books would say they were close friends, but Rudolph Blauvelt and Alphonse Jung we’re much closer than that. They were lovers. Partners. Husbands.

The End!