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Mister Clark - Part One
🕑 Added 2025-07-13 10:00:02 +0000 UTCMISTER CLARK
Part One: Gold Digger
It was one of the hottest days of the year and I was sweating my ass off as I made my way up the winding driveway of Devon's family house.
The mansion was an impressive sight, with its tall white columns and grand facade, standing out like a beacon of opulence against the hills.
The house reminded me of something you would see in a magazine, not the kind of place where a normal family would live.
But then again, Devon's family had always been a bit different.
His mother was the money maker, a big shot real estate agent who had already divorced three times.
Now, she was living with number four, Eric Clark, a man who, according to Devon, was always more than happy to flash his bulging wallet around.
Clark was a failed actor but, still according to Devon, he had kept acting the “lover” part to get exactly what he wanted.
Apparently, he was the text-book definition of a gold digger.
I rang the bell, and a few moments later, the door swung open to reveal Mr. Clark himself, wearing nothing but a blue bathrobe that did little to conceal his hairy tanned chest.
“Ash, right?” He said, extending a friendly hand.
His grip was firm, and his smile was as wide as the Grand Canyon they were living not so far of.
“Hello, sir. Yes, that's me.”
“Devon's talked about you non-stop. It's nice to finally put a face to the name.”
I tried not to let my eyes linger on the V of his bathrobe, but it was hard not to notice the dark hair that peeked out from under it.
I was not gay but I was definitely what some might call "curious".
Especially as of late, I had been questioning myself.
“Thanks.” I said, nervously shifting my weight from one foot to the other. “It's nice to meet you too.”
I thought I remembered Devon mentioning his new step-father was a nudist once.
At the time, I had not thought much of it, but now, seeing the man wandering in his bathrobe in the middle of the afternoon, I assumed that he had just covered himself to open the door.
The 42 years-old man was probably stark-naked underneath. That procured me a strange feeling.
“Well, don't stay outside, you’ll burn! Come in!”
Eric gestured for me to enter, and I stepped into the cool, marble-floored foyer.
“It does feel nice to step out of the sun…”
“Drink?” Mr. Clark asked, already striding towards the kitchen.
“Sure, what are you having?” I followed him, my eyes taking in the grandeur of the house.
“Gin and tonic. You?”
He was already pouring us both a generous serving.
“I'm good with that.” I said, taking the drink from him.
Eric clinked his glass against mine.
“Cheers, Ash. Here's to a great summer!”
“Cheers.”
I took a sip, the cold liquid burning slightly as it went down.
“Has Devon told you why he'll be late?”
“He said his car broke down. He's going to be stuck for a while, maybe I should just go back home.”
Mr. Clark settled into one of the bar stools lining the kitchen counter.
“Nonsense. You can wait for him here. The kid's always getting himself into some sort of trouble. Lucky for him, I've got a tow truck on speed dial.”
“Lucky him, indeed.”
Clark took a long swig of his drink, his eyes never leaving mine.
I shifted uncomfortably under his gaze, taking another sip of my own drink to avoid making direct eye contact.
“So, Ash…” He began, leaning forward, his elbows resting on the counter. “Devon's told me a lot about you. You're the sensible one, right? The voice of reason?”
I barked out a laugh, surprised by his observation.
“I guess so. It's not like he listens to me though.”
The older man grinned.
“No, he’s a little daredevil, but he respects you. That's important.”
I nodded, feeling a pang of pride.
“I think so. Devon's always been more of a... let's say, a go-getter. He sees something he wants; he goes for it. No matter the consequences.”
Mr. Clark smiled, taking another sip of his gin and tonic.
“A bit like his old step-father, then.”
I raised an eyebrow, curious.
“Is that so?”
He shrugged, a nonchalant gesture that only emphasized his casual demeanor.
“I've never been one to shy away from what I want. Life's too short to be timid.” He explained casually, leaning back in his chair, his dark green eyes twinkling with mischief.
I could swear that his bathrobe was more loosely opened than when he had greeted me at the door.
“I'm too much in my head sometimes...” I admitted.
“Personally, I've always liked the thrill of the unknown, the risk, you know?”
“Yeah, I can see that. Devon's definitely got that from you then, Mr. Clark.”
He laughed, a deep, booming sound that filled the kitchen.
“Well, don't sell yourself short, Ash. You've got a lot more going for you than you think. And call me Eric, by the way. No need for formalities here.”
I nodded, taking another sip of my drink.
“Oh, yeah, sorry about that.”
“We're both adult men having a drink. Just relax, Ash.”
He patted my forearm.
I felt a warmth spread through me, and it was not just from the gin.
Mr. Clark, or rather Eric, had a way of making you feel at ease, like you had known him for years, all the while, being incredibly charismatic.
Not to say terribly attractive...
My phone vibrated as I received a text from Devon.
“I’ll be here in a couple of hours, sorry about that, bro! If the asshole gives you a hard time, just go to my room and use my PS5 until I’m here.”
“Devon says he'll be here in a couple of hours.” I mentioned.
I did not say anything about the “asshole” part though.
“So, what do you say we take a little tour of the house? Give you a proper welcome?” Eric suggested, pushing his stool back and standing up.
“Sure, why not?”
I placed my empty glass on the counter and following him out of the kitchen.
The house was a labyrinth of opulence, each room more luxurious than the last.
Not only was Devon’s mother rich, but she had made her fortune selling similar mansions.
It was no surprise she had kept the very best for her own home.
Eric led the way, his bathrobe billowing slightly as he moved, the V in the front revealing more hints of his hairy chest.
I followed closely, my eyes darting from one exquisite detail to another. The grand staircase with its intricate balustrade, the crystal chandelier that cast prisms of light onto the marble floor, the walls adorned with abstract art that seemed to shift and change with every step.
Eric paused by a huge window that overlooked the sprawling garden.
“This is one of my favorite spots. It's so peaceful, like a real oasis in the city.”
I joined him at the window, looking out at the lush greenery.
“It's beautiful…” I agreed. “It must be so peaceful living here.”
Eric nodded.
“It certainly grows on you. Especially the hot tub.”
He winked, turning away from the window and heading towards the door opposite.
“The hot tub?”
“C'mon, let me show you.”
The adjacent room was a surprise.
I had expected something clinical, like a spa, but this was more like an exotic hideaway.
The walls were lined with dark wooden panels, and the floor was covered in a plush, soft carpet that felt like walking on clouds.
In the center of the room, the hot tub bubbled gently, steam rising from the surface like a misty cloud.
“That was my little treat when I moved in.”
An expensive treat, I thought.
I could see where Devon was coming from with his gold digger’s rants.
“It’s amazing.” I simply commented.
Eric crossed to the edge and dipped a hand in, testing the temperature.
"Perfect.” He declared, turning to face me. “You should try it. It's the best thing to relax after a long hot day.”
I hesitated, glancing at the hot tub and then back at Mister Clark. I mean, Eric.
I had been sweating and I would have enjoyed it for sure.
Besides, I was broke as fuck, I had not gotten the chance to use such a hot tub in years.
Correction: a large one like that, with all those jets and functionalities, that would have been a very first.
“I don't have my swimsuit with me.” I said, my hands fidgeting with the hem of my tank top.
Eric chuckled, undoing the tie of his bathrobe and letting it fall open.
I caught a glimpse of his muscular chest, and the dark hair that covered it, before he swiftly turned away to a nearby hook.
“Who needs a swimsuit?” He said, his voice casual as he stepped out of the robe completely, revealing his naked body.
As I rounded the corner, the first thing that struck my eyes was a sight that was both unexpected and rather unnerving.
There, starkly exposed, was a bare, hairy and rather prominent backside.
The sight was so jarring that it momentarily froze me in place, my eyes widening in disbelief.
Two large and appetizing buns. Wow.
The hair running on and between those ass cheeks was coarse and dark, standing out against the white skin of the pale bum.
I quickly averted my eyes, my heart pounding in my chest.
I was not prudish, but this was strange. I thought that I was visiting a friend and suddenly, here I was, checking out his step-father.
I had never been in a situation like this before, and I was not sure how to react.
Eric, on the other hand, seemed completely at ease, his body relaxed as he stepped into the hot tub.
“Come on, Ash. Don't be shy.” He coaxed, the water bubbling around him. “It's just water... Warm bubbly and relaxing water... We're between men, no point of being modest.”
I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart.
Maybe this was just his way of living, and I was overthinking it.
I glanced at the door, considering making an escape.
“I don’t know... Devon might...”
“He might do what? He’s not here, is he? And what did he tell you? It’ll be a couple of hours before he's here. Take this as an opportunity.”
Standing in the tub, Mr. Clark turned around, fully exposing his front.
His physique was undeniably impressive, a testament to years of hard work at the gym, no doubt Eric had been sculpting each one of his muscles like your typical wannabe Hollywood Hunk.
His chest was a broad expanse of muscle, the hair thereon a dark, coarse carpet that seemed to absorb the light.
His thighs were thick and powerful, the hair on them was even wilder and seemingly thicker.
His shoulders were broad and strong.
No denying, Eric Clark was a stud.
Yet, despite the admiration I felt for these physical attributes, my gaze was inexorably drawn to the most intimate part of him.
His big, fat cock was a freaking sight to behold.
A thick, uncut member that hung proudly, that did not apologize to be there, that was making him a confident man.
Now, I saw what Devon's mother could see in this gold digger.
I also understood how Devon could be jealous... I had seen him at the gym, clearly, he was not that blessed by nature.
It was not that Mr. Clark was well endowed, he was simply sporting the largest flaccid dick I had ever seen in my entire life!
The bushy thick dark hair all around it and the massive low-hanging balls were only enhancing the beauty of the main veiny piece.
I was flabbergasted, stunned, mesmerized... You name it! That was a fucking amazing dick!
“Hello? Ash, you’re with me?”
Shit.
What did he say already?
“Sorry… Hum… You meant… An opportunity... For... For what?” I stammered.
“To enjoy a sauna break! What’s the big deal? Never dipped your toes in a tub?”
Eric smiled, patting the edge of the hot tub.
“It’s been some time.”
Eric stared at my pits. The latest development had made me heated and even more sweaty.
“You look like you could use a good soak. Besides, there's nothing quite like a good hot tub sess’ to help you unwind.”
I hesitated, my eyes darting from Eric to the door, and back again.
“I don't know, Mr.--- I mean, Eric. I'm not really one for... public nudity.”
The man burst out laughing.
In all fairness, I was being quite ridiculous.
He sat down and stretched his legs in the extra-large tub. That thing could easily fit six grown men.
“Public nudity? Ash, it's just you and me. No judgment, no prying eyes. Besides, you're not exactly an exotic feast for the eyes, if you know what I mean." He added, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.
I blushed, feeling a mix of embarrassment and offense.
“Excuse me?”
Eric leaned back against the side of the hot tub, his eyes twinkling with amusement.
“Hey, I'm just being honest. You're a nice-looking kid, that’s for sure, but you're a bit...vanilla for my taste.”
“Vanilla…” I repeated.
“You know, like a plain ice cream cone. Nothing wrong with that, but a little flavor never hurt anyone, right?”
His words were casual, but there was an undercurrent of something else, something more provocative.
“I’m not sure what you mean.” I said, my voice coming out slightly higher than I intended.
Eric laughed, a rich, warm sound that echoed in the room.
“Lighten up, Ash. I'm just teasing you! Now, come here.”
He patted his own thigh that I could not see from where I stood. It was like he was calling for me to sit on his laps.
Of course, he was not really. It was just an invitation to relax.
In the end, I think it was the irresistible need to see more of his meaty hairy junks that got me to agree.
“Okay... You’re probably right, that’ll do me good. I’ve been too stressed out lately.”
I was not that modest; Mr. Clark had just taken me aback.
Honestly, at this point, my biggest worry was to sport a hard on but, despite how flustered I was, my cock seemed relatively flaccid at that point.
In fact, that may have been a perfect opportunity indeed.
I had spent the last months wondering if the dirty thoughts I had in my bed late at night could mean anything.
Could I really be attracted to another dude?
I guessed that it was time to find out.
I decided to take off my clothes and join him.
Eric watched me undress, my tank top, then my sneakers and my shorts, his eyes roaming over my body like he was inspecting a piece of art.
I hoped that he did not find me as vanilla now.
I was going at the gym twice a week, I was part of the Lacrosse team, my body was pretty fit. I had gotten rid of much of my acne.
I hesitated a split second when I grabbed the waistband of my briefs.
“You’ll see, it’s amazing in here.” Eric told, as a last encouragement.
I went for it and slid down my briefs, revealing my cock to a man who was, in many regards, a perfect stranger.
As I stepped into the hot tub, the water was hotter than I expected, but it felt good.
Eric scooted over to make room for me, and I sat down across from him, nervous and excited.
“Much better, isn't it?” He asked, a satisfied smile on his face.
I nodded, trying to relax my shoulders.
“Yeah, it's nice.”
Eric leaned back against the edge of the tub, his eyes never leaving mine.
His feet were inches away from my face, semi out of the water. He was mindlessly rubbing them against each other.
Just like the rest of his body, his wet soles were much larger than mine or, from my knowledge, than any of my buddies’.
His huge cock was right there, flaccid, resting on his thigh under the surface.
I gulped.
The room felt suddenly stuffy; the air thick with tension.
I could see the water droplets clinging to Eric's body, glistening in the soft light of the room, dripping from his dark hair.
I tried to focus on his face, but my eyes kept drifting downwards, drawn to the massive, hairy beast between his legs.
I had dirty thoughts. I did my best to ignore them.
Eric stuck out his hand and grabbed a small bottle behind him.
“Here, take that.” He spoke.
"What is it?"
“Gimme your hands.”
I obliged and extended my arms. He squeezed the oily cream in my hand, right above his penis.
The balm was cold.
“It smells nice...” I commented, neutral.
“Rub this on your skin, man. It’s particularly enjoyable around the neck... I love it.”
He got some cream on his own hands and showed me how he was doing it, rubbing his upper chest and his own neck.
I was in awe and did as he told.
“That does feel pleasant.” I confirmed.
He chuckled.
“Here. Let me help you. Come closer.”
Eric's voice was low but commanding, and I found myself swaying towards him, my feet gliding through the water like I was in a trance.
As I sat right next to him, I could feel the heat radiating off his body, and the scent of his expensive body wash filled my nostrils, a mix of sandalwood and something darker, more musky.
I could not admit it to myself at that moment but his natural manly scent was the part I enjoyed the most.
I was naked by his side, our hands were slick with the oil, and I watched as he rubbed it into his skin, his touch light and sure.
“Like this.” He said, his voice barely above a whisper.
"Okay... I..."
I was about to follow the same motions but before I could do anything, his hands were on my neck, his thumbs massaging the oil into my skin.
The touch was unexpected, but I did not pull away.
Instead, I closed my eyes, a soft sigh escaping my lips as he worked the massage balm into my skin.
It felt good, - better than good actually, soothing -, and I found myself leaning into his touch, my body relaxing despite the tension in the air.
“You're so tense, kid... A guy your age, in his early twenties, you should have fun... You should enjoy yourself.”
Eric's voice was soft, like a lullaby, and I could feel the warmth of his breath on my ear.
His hands moved lower, his thumbs now tracing the line of my collarbone.
I opened my eyes, watching as his hands moved across my chest, his fingers spreading the oil above the water level, his touch light but firm.
I was hyper-aware of every movement, every sensation, my heart pounding in my chest like a drum.
I felt a bit embarrassed that he could feel how much I was reacting to his rubbing.
“Eric, what are you...?” I started, but my voice trailed off as his hands dipped lower, his fingers brushing against the sensitive skin of my nipples.
His touch sent a jolt through me, and I let out a soft gasp.
“Relax, Ash. I'm just helping you enjoy the experience.”
His hands continued their exploration, his fingers going down from my pecs to my abs under the water level, his touch light but insistent.
My body responded to him in a way that was both exciting and terrifying…
My freaking dick was rock-hard!
Well, maybe I had my answer…
“Eric... I... I've never done this.”
“Done what?”
“Anything with another man…” I confessed.
“Oh... You think that’s it… This is where it’s heading… You think something's gonna happen between us?”
I was confused.
He pinched my nipple.
“Hmmm... I thought... I....”
“Something will happen, Ash, but only if you really want to.” He whispered in my ear.
My cock heavily twitched in the water.
A jet was sending bubbles to my crack.
I was losing my common sense.
“I... I want to.”
“Of course, you do, baby. And there's no shame in that.”
Mr. Clark grabbed my stiffed cock.
“Ah...”
He gave me a stroke and he kissed my cheek.
“Now, let me teach you how real men truly relax."
[Second and final part will be released next week!]
Comments
Matty
This is just a 2-part story?! I fall in love with these characters, and we say goodbye so quickly, but FUCK ME, that was a hot opener.
Wendover
Exactly, I can’t hold back my load that long.
Devin
NEXT WEEK! Are you trying to kill me with suspense?
