He's breathing loudly, his eyes are closed, and he's just sensing the not-so-subtle thrust to the other smaller body. He's hot, he can feel it, his cheeks are burning, but he doesn't even want to stop. He enjoys the rough and regular thrusts and the pleasurable sensations. All he feels is the warmth and softness provided by the boy's insides that are clenched around him. He enjoys every sound, every moan and every breek that comes out of the younger boy's mouth. In the excitement, he opens his eyes for just a small moment and sees a view of the round ass, which he thrusts into so mercilessly.

He sees only the back, the slim pale hips, and in that pleasure he even tightens the grip on the firm thighs with which the guy holds him and adds to the pace. Finally, he himself groans loudly, arching his back and making himself inside the younger one. More and more he wanted to feel the boy's skin, He wanted to hear him, he wanted to mark him, but at that moment it seemed impossible, he could only feel the warmth and his own heartbeat, which was getting louder and louder.

When he opened his eyes for the second time, he saw a "used" pillow and his erect erection. His body was all sweat mess. It was just a dream. It was just a dream, but at the same time it was so realistic. He was one hundred percent sure he could feel the boys hips and how hard he was thrusting into them. But still, he knew very well who the boy was.

About a month and a half ago, a family with one son moved into his street, or rather into a house a few blocks away. They moved into the only villa nearby, and probably the biggest house in the whole town. They must be really rich, he thought. But he didn't really care about their wealth, the only thing that he care about for sure, was pale teen with blue eyes. He guessed he was 15 or something like that, so that shouldn't be a problem. He was 19 so not too much older.

When he first saw him, he tough he was different, that they are meant to be together. But in the end he was like all other rich kids, he was spoiled brat. Maybe that made him even more excited to ruin him, he will enjoy every second of it, he will listen to every plead, scream or moan, what will come from his pretty lips with joy. He cannot wait to break him.

First step was to find, who the boy really was. It wasn't certainly that hard, the men even find some paragraphs on some websites. In fact, he can find paragraph about him on wiki, he was sure he was much more than just rich.

He carefully read them all. Most of them were just about his parents, especially about his father. He was a successful businessman, he owned some fortunate business. He was Russian, he married some Italian model from 90s. They moved together to La and soon after, they had one son. They named him Tristan James Ivan Ivanov. Such a charming name for that pretty boy. He is fifteen years old now. That was all, what he was able to find. The teen didn't have any social media, or he didn't use his real name.

He wasn't capable of finding any photos of his "celebrity crush", he was only equal to find some blurry photo taken by paparazzi when he was like ten or so. He was up to find more and more about him. The man spent all night browsing on his notebook. At the end of the night he finally found some more recently developed photos. They were probably from his friends, who posted them on Instagram. On the photo there were Tristan and two other boys and one girl.

First boy had blond hair really short to be honest. He had blue eyes. He was dressed in some white dress shirt and black pants with some belt. His shirt was just half buttoned up, so there was a lot of skin shown. Then was a chain from pure gold, what lined his neck. He was sticking his pierced tongue out. The second boy had dark hair, whey were styled in short buzz cut. He had emerald eyes and big eastern nose. His pupils were wide, maybe because of adrenalin, maybe because drugs or alcohol. He had little grin, what sown little of his teeth. They were white and straight, just two gold on sides was sticking out.

Then there was his sweetie, he was probably younger that the other boys. He was definitely younger, they were maybe seventeen, eighteen or so. His raven hair were styled prettily in slick back. His face is truthy incredible, his face shape was something between oval and diamond, he had clear skin. He had sharp cheekbones and jawline. His eyes were light blue shaped in almond shape with long thick lashes. His full heart shaped lips were curled in small grin, showing some of his straight white teeth.

He was wearing white half buttoned blouse what showed lit of his boyish tits. Tight blouse perfectly lined his slim abs and torso. His sleeves perfectly wrapped around his slim yet a bit of muscular arms. He was wearing some kind of small gold chain or so like necklace around his neck. His right arm was wrapped around girl his age or a bit older. Some brunette maybe some Latina in some shiny tight dress smiling at Ivan.

Maybe a close friend he tough. He clicked on the photo to see if there was anyone tagged. Unfortunaly there were none.

He was sure that if he would ask the boy out, he will one hundred percent say no, so he needs to come with a good plan to capture him. His first stet was to put some cameras in his bedroom. Maybe it sounds hard, but believe it or not in this town it wasn't even a little problem. Most of the people here mind their own business. Some people here didn't even lock their doors nor windows, this town was really quiet.

Perhaps it doesn't have to be that tough, he just needs to take his work serious and keep quiet and watchful. So basically if he wants to put some cameras in his room, his first step was to make sure they don't have any security system nor any cameras. When he was sure, that there were none. He could continue to next step needs to check if everyone had left the house, when the house was empty he could begin.

First he needs to get to house, possibly he could use on of the windows, but he wants to get better look at mansion.