Date: Tue, 25 Dec 2018 19:29:46 +0000
From: xcy465zz@protonmail.com
Subject: Nate and David Ch 3

By Nate.

You email me to come over. We set a time that works for you. You put on the
same clothes as before. The clothes now make you feel a little dirty. You
look sexy as fuck.

You knock on my door.

"Hello Beautiful."

With my left hand I grab your right wrist and pull you inside.

I turn you around and spank your ass and pull off your hoodie. I kick your
shoes off from behind and handcuff your hands behind your back and push
your back against a cold brick wall. The bricks feel rough against your ass
when you try to lean forward. You look delicate and vulnerable and
completely gorgeous. Just looking at you, I want to sigh and lick my lips.

"I have a present for you pretty boy."

And with that I pull out a small bucket and a paint brush, and making sure
the brush is covered in whatever is in the bucket, I point the brush
against your forehead, and slowly brush your face, down your forehead,
between your eyebrows, down your nose, across your upper lip, down your
lips, down your chin and down your neck past your adams apple.

"This is a bucket of cum that represents all the seamen I've shot thinking
about you. Fantasizing about you. Dreaming about you. Lusting for you. And
I am going to spend the next two hours painting every inch of your body
with it."

I start with your face. Your beautiful eyes, your pretty cheek, your sexy
mouth. Pretty soon your entire face is covered. You can smell it. It is all
you can smell.

I paint your ears. Slowly and softly and gently. Your neck. The back of
your neck. Your back and lower back. And slowly and softly I tug down the
back of your pants and reveal your gorgeous ass.

"Now for the fun part cutie boy."

And with that, I dip the paint brush to make sure it's extra covered, and
slowly paint down your lower back, down through your ass cleavage slowly
down to your anus. It feels a little cold and it's wet and soon you realize
that my seamen makes your asshole tingle like you have goosebumps but
different.

I paint the rest of you. Your chest. Your armpits. Your stomach. Your
cock. Your legs. I even get in between you fingers and toes. But I keep
coming back to the crack of your ass. Making you sloppery and wet. The
paintbrush pressing against your asshole, pressing up against it. But never
entering inside.

When we are done I pull up your pants, and take you down to the entryway
before my front door. I open the door.

"Now, as a return favor for the honor of being covered in my cum - you are
going to do a favor for me. Pull down your pants to your knees and
masturbate for me until you cum on the floor."

You do as your told. You feel a breeze on your ass from my open front door
as you start to jerk it.

"I hope my neighbors don't see you sexy."

You quickly cum on the floor.

"Now lick it up gorgeous."

And that is my last memory of you that night. Down on all fours with your
pants around your knees, your ass in the air, sniffing around for your cum
to lick up. Because you are a good boy for me and will do anything I tell
you to.