Date: Mon, 25 May 2020 10:52:01 +0000 (UTC)
From: Timothy Cassen <tcassen133@yahoo.com>
Subject: Naked Scott 4

I went to the refrigerator and got myself another bottle of water.


The liquid was wonderfully cold as it ran through me. I felt it
refreshing and restoring my body after so much intense action.


I finished it off with a satisfactory "ahh" and tossed it in the garbage.
Then I took another ice cold bottle from the fridge and brought it to
Scott in the living room.


Poor Scott was on his knees, sitting in the middle of the floor, drawing
in long, fatigued breaths. I loved the way his naked, oiled body shown
gold in the overhead light. His eyes were still covered by the black
blindfold and his mouth hung open. He looked completely spent.


I got down next to him on the floor. Wrapping my big arm around him, I
pulled him toward me and put the bottle to his lips. "Drink, Scott."


As he drank, I could see the restorative power of the icy water work its
magic. With renewed vigor, he gulped it hard until it was spilling out
the edges of his mouth. "Good, Scott, drink it all the way down."


He heaved in satisfaction as I pulled the empty bottle away. He slouched
forward, wiping his lips with the back of his hand. I heard him sniff.


"Are you alright, Scott?" I asked, holding him to me. The edges of his
mouth turned downward. Another hot tear fell from under his blindfold. I
wiped it away before he could do it himself.


"Are you alright?" I whispered it this time, rubbing his shoulder
affectionately.


"I'm alright, sir," he said quietly.


"You cry nicely, Scott," I said, wiping a tear from his other eye. He
grimaced and started to blush. "You've done a very good job tonight,
Scott...very good."


"Thank you, sir."


"Tell me...repeat what I said."


"I've done...I've done a very good job tonight..."


"And you're a good boy, aren't you, Scott? You're my good boy."


Scott swallowed hard. "Yes, sir...I'm a good boy."


I kissed his temple. With one hand still rubbing his arm, my other hand
reached between his legs and cupped his penis. He made another hard
swallow as I began stroking. "Please," he began, trying to lean away from
me, "Please, sir..."


"Easy, Scott," I whispered in his ear, "You're okay. We need to keep you
nice and hard...I want you to always be hard while you're here, Scott."


He drew in a great sigh and relented. His penis grew and thickened in my
hand as I stroked.


"That's right, Scott, deep breaths. Take big, deep breaths, nice and
slow..." He did as I asked. His hairy chest expanded and his lungs filled
to capacity before he let everything out.


After inhaling deeply three times or so, I saw his miserable expression
change. He was beginning to enjoy the stimulation on his cock.


Before long, his deep breaths were coming naturally through his open
mouth. His penis was completely erect as I stroked. The spongy, mushroom
cap swollen and ready for action.


He flinched once or twice at the sensation. The abuse I'd given his
manhood throughout the evening had probably left a few sore spots here
and there.


I was pleased to see him hard and aroused, the way I liked him. I leaned
over and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "That's my boy."


I stood up now. I undid my belt buckle and lowered the zipper of my
jeans. After a bit of awkward fumbling inside my boxer shorts, I managed
to liberate my hard, sweaty member and pull it free from my pants.


This was more of a relief than I thought it would be. With all the
manipulation and light abuse I'd given Scott's cock throughout the night,
my own had been trapped and straining all the while, pleading in its way
to be freed. As much as I loved having Scott for my nude plaything, it
was becoming more of a challenge to keep my own clothes on.


For the first time in either of our encounters, my cock was unleashed and
ready for action. I guided Scott's hand to my sweaty, moist shaft and
wrapped his fingers around it. He began to stroke me.


"Ohh," I breathed, "oh, goddamn." My poor tool had been so starved for
stimulation I was almost startled by how good it felt.


Scott and I stroked each other. "How does it feel, Scott?" I asked,
wanting his honest opinion.


Scott thought for a minute. "It...it's big, sir..." I could hear the
apprehension in his voice. I knew exactly what he was thinking. I'm about
eight inches long. That isn't enormous, but I'm also pretty thick.


I reached down between his cheeks and found his hole. "You've never had a
cock up here, have you, Scott? You're an anal virgin."


His face reddened. He turned away in shame. "It's alright, Scott," I
said, putting a hand under his chin and bringing it back toward me. My
other hand stroked his oily hole with two fingers. "You can tell me...you
can say it."


"Yes, sir," he swallowed, blushing hard, "I'm an anal virgin..."


I already basically knew this, but the question of "why" burned in my
mind. Why had Scott never allowed himself to be fucked? With his looks,
his build, not to mention that magnum opus of an ass he had behind him,
he must have been fighting off the guys on a daily basis.


Did he consider himself a complete top before this? It seemed hard to
believe. Though he'd been somewhat uptight during our first encounter,
the anal play quickly revealed what a natural-born bottom he was.


I decided to save these questions for later. I felt his anus muscles
loosening as I rubbed him. He released and opened beneath me like a
flower.


"As you mentioned before, I am big. I'm big enough to hurt a guy when a
fuck him, especially when its his first time. So, we're going to have to
work up to it. We have to loosen you up so you can accept me. We both
know you can take one finger, a thumb even. But I'm bigger than that and
you're still tight. So, we're going to have to do more."


Scott's entire body erupted in goose flesh. I felt the hairs on the back
of his neck stand on end. I put my arm around him to warm him. I knew he
was scared.


"We'll do it nice and slow, like I said, Scott, and you're going to like
it. We both know you love to get fingered, right?"


He blushed red again, but his cock bobbed upward at the very thought of
it. I chuckled and gave it a good squeeze.


His erection flexed in my grip. It drooled a nice, big dew drop of
pre-cum, which I scooped up and held to his lips. He licked it off
obediently, even as the taste made him cringe. "Good boy, Scott, now bend
down, please, head against the carpet."


"Yes, sir."


He bent over and pressed his head to the carpet and positioned his arms
at either side like a sphinx. Still on his knees, he thrust his oiled-up
backside into the air. I reached between his cheeks and stroked his pink
rosebud once more.


"What do we need to do now?" I asked.


He sighed, taking in the sensation of being stroked, "we need (GULP) to
loosen my hole up...so I'm not so tight when you fuck me."


"That's right, and we're going to open you up nice and slow, because we
want you to enjoy it, don't we?"


"Yes, sir...nice and slow."


I leaned forward and applied my warm tongue to his burgeoning anus. I
buried my face in the heat between his fleshy cheeks, an experience I
enjoyed last time and had been yearning to repeat all night.


Scott pushed back into me and I smothered myself in him, my tongue
finding its way into his sphincter. He moaned into the carpet. Scott
loved being rimmed, that much I knew. The heat of him was amazing. His
buns were hot on my face from the spankings I'd given them. His hole was
sizzling as I pushed my tongue in, forcing it in the way I'd forced it
down his throat.


I could hear Scott's moans of satisfaction. I reached forward and gave
his cock a slap to test its hardness. "UMF," he said.


As I suspected, his iron hardon barely moved at all, so powerful was his
excitement at that moment. "Ohh..." he said as I pleased his hole, "oh
yes, God yes..."


I tapped his thigh and obediently he started to sway. The walls of his
cheeks slapped against my face. His anus was dilated and accepting of my
tongue. He began to moan harder for I was sliding in and out as he moved,
his blushing cheeks red hot against me.


My face was moist with sweat from his heat, wet with oil from his body.
He went back and forth against me in wonderful, sloppy movements until I
tapped his thigh once more, commanding him to stop.


I pushed my tongue in even deeper, pressing hard into his secret opening.
I squeezed his cheeks together around me like sleak, spongy cushions,
suffocating myself between them.


After a few amazing minutes I pulled out, feeling dazed and lightheaded.
It was time to go in deeper still. His hole was far too demanding. It
needed more exploration than what my tongue could give it.


With one big paw, I pressed into one of his sore cheeks like dough. He
sucked in his breath. "Ah, easy...easy, please."


I reached in, trailing the shape of his quarter-sized anus with the tip
of my finger and tickling lightly. A strange combination of pain and
laughter came from Scott as his buns began to spasm and dance around it.
I knew how ticklish he was there.


"Ha ha, please, ha, ha, OOF, please, sir, please don't tickle my hole
(GULP)."


I liked watching his backside wiggle around uncomfortably, "Just want to
bring a smile to your face, Scott, that's all."


My finger continued to tease his sensitive flesh until he was again
begging me to stop.


I reached down and gave his raging hardon a squeeze. I could feel his
heartbeat thundering in it. "Okay, Scott, here we go."


I slid my finger into him, nice and slow this time but all the way up,
almost to my knuckle.


I watched his belly expand beneath him as I slid in the second digit with
almost no trouble. His cock was flexing and oozing from the attention his
anus was getting.


"Very good, Scott, just keep breathing. Here comes another one, okay?"


He felt me put a third finger to his anus. "Wait, wait," his head rose
from the carpet and he tried to look back in his blindness. His face
conflicted. "I'm sorry, sir, please just..."


I stopped what I was doing and drew my fingers out of him. I reached
forward and tapped his shoulder, "sit up, Scott..." He lifted his head
from the carpet and I leaned him back against me. I wrapped my sleeved
arm around his oily belly.


I clasped his hand in mine and drew up one of his fingers. "Nice and
slow, Scott, like I said. You guide me this time."


I felt his belly rising and falling beneath my arm. He swallowed. "Yes,
sir." Our hands moved together. His with one finger atop two of mine. I
let him take charge, positioning them against his waiting entrance.


In we went. He accepted it with little resistance, though we were
plugging him up pretty good. I felt him spasm and he made an
uncomfortable, "UNK" sound.


"Easy, Scott...easy, boy," I whispered in his ear, "nice and slow."


We moved together inside him, our well-oiled fingers sliding in and out
with no friction or difficulty.


I watched his face carefully. Watched his mouth relax and go slightly
ajar as he began to enjoy the sensation.


Before long he could not stop moaning. He was reaching porn-star levels
again as he had on Wednesday. His penis clenching with a mind of its own.
Our fingers moved in him as one thick digit.


"There we go, Scott, I knew you'd enjoy it. Now one more, okay?"


He was already so deep in the throngs of pleasure he barely had time to
protest. I took control now.


He bared his teeth in discomfort as I drew our fingers out of him. I
positioned his hand so that it was now two fingers pressed against two,
back to back.


"Wait," he gasped, but there was no apprehension in his voice this time,
only a husky desire for more. I waited just the same. Waited for him to
guide our hands back to his pulsating secret mouth.


"Push out, Scott," I said, patting his stomach. "Make your tummy good and
tight. Pushing will make them go in easier."


His stomach muscles went taut beneath my arm. He set his jaw tight. He
groaned as all four fingers entered him. Even greased up with all that
oil he felt very tight and I knew it was a challenge.


I saw his face going red. "Push your ass back, spread your legs a little
more." He did as I asked, pushing his buns against my stomach as we
forced our fingers in deeper.


His face clenched up. "RRRF," he protested. I saw his cock droop a bit.
His moans now had the tone of a whimper within them. He thrust his hips
forward and backward as I supported him, sliding up and down the thick
member made from our fingers. He gasped and hissed in his breath.


He spasmed desperately. I saw another tear run down from beneath the
blindfold.


"Keep pushing, Scott, keep your stomach muscles tight. Let's let you get
used to the size okay? In and out, nice and slow."


He moved his thighs, sliding up and down the thickness that impaled him.


After a while I took charge again. I started moving our fingers in and
out as we fucked his ass together. I saw him tense up and grit his teeth
as the probing grew faster. In time though, his sounds of discomfort
became agreeable, crescendoing into "ah...ah...ah," as he rode on top of
me.


Gently as I could, I worked our fingers out of him. We'd gotten them up
there pretty far. It was a perfect time to substitute them for my cock.


His hole clenched and winked after being plugged up so tightly. His legs
almost buckled as I helped him to his feet.


"You ready for this, Scott?" I asked. I positioned his hands against the
opposite wall and spread his legs wide like an arrestee.


"Yes, sir."


"Legs wider, and stick out your ass so I can see your tight, pink
sphincter...all the way out."


"Yes, sir." Scott stuck his ass out as far as he could. His beautiful man
pussy trembled, clearly fearing I might give him another spanking.


I let him wait there, spread-eagled, hole winking, bubble buns quivering
as I peeled off my green sweatshirt. I slid out of my tennis shoes and
undid my belt. I pushed my jeans to the floor.


Now I was wearing only a maroon-colored t-shirt, socks and boxers. The
cool air on my bare limbs felt wonderful. It was getting hot and steamy
in the living room and wearing clothes was becoming restrictive.


I folded my garments with care and placed them on the sofa.


"Don't move a muscle, I'll be with you in a minute."


"Yes, sir."


"You know what happens to your naked, round man buns if you move, don't
you?"


Scott swallowed nervously. His oiled up buns quivered and flexed together
at the very thought of it. "Y-yes, sir. I know..."


Even so, his raging cock betrayed his excitement, the way it so often
did.


I went back into the bedroom to get a Trojan. I left Scott there pressing
his hands against the wall. Naked, blindfolded, and waiting to be fucked.
We'd given his ass a great warmup and now it was time for the actual
workout.


He shuddered as I approached him. Trojan in hand, I pulled his blindfold
off his sweaty head. He looked around wildly. His eyes blinked in the
overhead light.


I put a hand under his chin and guided his face toward me. I held up the
condom. "Now, I am going to put this on, okay? We're going to be safe
about this. I'm going to let you watch me put it on."


He gave a nod, "Yes, sir." His eyes studied mine, a bit befuddled. They
were such a lovely shade of blue. For a moment, I nearly regretted ever
covering them up.


I understood how much power Scott was handing over to me, which was
exciting, but rather naive on his part.


He probably would have believed me if I simply told him I was going to
put the condom on. He may have even let me fuck him bareback, but that
didn't interest me. I can be mean at times, but I'm not a monster.


"Now Scott, I know it's your first time and your ass is ready and warmed
up. But if it gets to be too much while I'm fucking you, I want you to
tell me. If you need me to ease up or even stop altogether, you need to
let me know."


He lowered his eyes, blushing, "yes, okay, sir...thank you..." I lifted
his chin once more and pinned my gaze to his.


"I mean it, Scott. If it's too rough or you need to have a break, you let
me know. That is an order."


I saw genuine gratitude wash over his face. A smile appeared at the
corners of his lips. "Okay, I will, I promise, thank you, sir."


Scott's cock was partially flaccid now, but mine was hard as ever.
Protruding from the front of my boxers, it was hungry and drooling
pre-cum like a basset hound.


I allowed him to watch as I rolled the candy-red condom over my sizable
hardon, all the way down to where it pinched the base.


Scott couldn't help himself. He reached down and gave my manhood a hard
squeeze as I had done to his so many times. I let out a gasp as a current
of pleasure shot through my body. The hair stood up on the back of my
neck. My flesh was alive and alert.


I positioned myself behind Scott and locked my hands onto his bare
thighs. "Okay, Scott. Remember, push out. Keep your tummy tight." I
placed a hand on his stomach until I felt him tighten it. He was ready.


"Ah...ah..." His mouth opened wide as I guided myself into him. "Nice and
slow, nice and slow," I said soothingly. Scott shut his eyes. Legs spread
as wide as they could go, he pushed back against me.


The truth was I was probably a little bit thicker than our four fingers,
but I believed Scott could take it. He felt amazing as I slid up into
him. He fit around me snuggly as a glove. I could feel the suction pull
of his anus around my cock, a second mouth stretched completely taut.


I had known it all along. Gorgeous as Scott's ass was, rimable as Scott's
ass was, it just had to be perfectly fuckable as well.


I began to pump. Slowly, forward and back, in and out. He made mild
sounds of protest. I held fast to his hips. "Breathe, Scott," I reminded
him, panting.


As I moved inside of him, his protests of discomfort slowly turned to
coos of pleasure. Much as he'd enjoyed getting rimmed and fingered, I
knew he was going to love this once we got going.


I made long, powerful thrusts in and out. I drew myself out almost to the
head of my cock before pushing all the way back in.


Before long, I was moaning almost as much as he was. He was hot and tight
around me as I pumped.


Soon, my motions grew faster. I pushed deeper as his ass accepted me
further in. I went in and out with mechanical rhythm, pushing up nearly
to the base of my cock. Riding Scott's oily, bubble butt felt fabulous,
making a nice spongy cushion as it slapped against my pelvis.


"Faster now," I said.


"Yes," Scott panted.


I wondered if he was alright, if he needed a break, but the movement took
hold of me. Scott called out as he had when I fingered him, his inner
porn star in full possession of him: "OOOH GOD, OH GOD!" If there were
any neighbors at home, they surely heard everything.


I slammed into him now, his anus closed around me; a hot, slippery
orifice between silky, flesh cushions.


It really didn't take long at all. It was me who called out this time.
Plowing into him as deep as I could, I erupted. Gushing. Filling him up
with wave after wave of my hot cum.


I had him pinned against the wall, my body all but crushing his. The
muscles in his cheeks squeezed desperately, trying to clench his
sphincter, but my cock was stretching it to the max.


I was in such ecstasy that it took me some time to notice Scott, face
pressed against the wall, biting into his arm. Tears streamed down in his
face from the mindblowing cyclone of pleasure and pain I'd just put him
through.


Gasping for air, I patted his shoulder. He sucked in his breath once more
as I dislodged my big, spent dick from inside of him. It had been an
effort for both of us and it looked for a minute like Scott might pass
out.


I guided him into the bedroom, the semen-filled condom still on my dick.
We climbed on the bed together, side by side and collapsed, still
breathing hard. I reached over and gave Scott a pat on the back. I barely
knew what to say, except "wow."


...


It was nearing four o' clock in the morning. The sky outside my bedroom
was growing pale with the light of day.


After the intensity of his first fucking, I allowed Scott a little bit of
privacy to shower and get all that rubbing oil off his body. I did,
however, insist he keep the shower curtain and the bathroom door open, so
that I could look in on him as I pleased.


When I heard him shut off the water, I came in with a fluffy white towel
to dry him off. He'd lathered up every inch of his body as I'd requested
and he smelled of shampoo and fresh soap.


Once he was toweled and dry, it was my turn to shower. I made Scott stand
just on the other side of the bathtub as I washed myself, back to me,
hands behind his head, and eyes closed.


Even after that explosive orgasm, my desire for his body was growing
again. I didn't make him sway this time, though. I could see his legs
were still trembling from what we'd done. Mine felt a bit like jelly, as
well.


The shower was wonderfully refreshing. Once finished, I got out and dried
myself, making sure Scott's eyes were closed the whole time.


"Have you earned the right to see another man naked, Scott?"


"No, sir."


"That's right, but other men have the right to see and enjoy your naked
body, don't they?"


"Yes, sir."


"Tell me."


He drew in his breath, keeping his eyes clenched tight. "I haven't earned
the right to look at other men, but they have the right to look at and
enjoy my naked body."


I wrapped my arm around his shoulder and positioned his hand around my
thigh. I wanted us to walk to the bedroom this way, half so we could
support each other in case either of us suddenly stumbled.


I looked down and saw Scott's cock stiffening at having contact with my
bare skin.


...


"We sure gave that hole of yours a good stretching, didn't we, Scott?"


"Yes, sir."


"Does it hurt? You can tell me."


"Yes, sir, it feels very sore."


"Like being split in half, right? It's always that way the first time.
Don't worry."


I was dressing myself in a fresh t-shirt, boxers and my plaid, baggy
pajama bottoms. Scott was on his knees on the floor facing away from me.
His forehead pressed against the carpet once again.


He was reaching back and parting his cheeks with his hands as I
commanded, pulling them open as wide as he could.


Where his pink anus had been at the beginning of the night was now a
gaping red mouth, fucked raw and stretching wide. It looked very nice
that way, especially with his hard banana between his legs, oozing onto
the rug.


"Those buns of yours were just made to be pinched and slapped, wouldn't
you say?"


"Yes, sir."


"And your hole fit around my cock so nicely, just like it was designed to
have a nice, big dick in it."


I sat down on the bed and looked at his succulent rump as his fingers dug
into it. My cock wanted it again. "Your hole will be fully recovered in a
few days. But I hope this is just the beginning. That you'll give lots of
men the pleasure of using your exquisite ass in the future."


"Thank you very much, sir," he said, voice muffled by the rug. He sounded
genuine, there was not a hint of sarcasm in his tone.


I cocked my head. "For what, Scott?"


I saw his stomach expand as he drew in his breath. His straining penis
flexed.


He spoke clearly so I could hear him. "Thank you for using and abusing my
body all night tonight...thank you for taking my clothes and making me
your naked plaything..." I watched a long strand of pre-cum descend from
his dick and connect with the carpet. "And thank you for pinching and
squeezing my bubble buns for your enjoyment and for spanking them when I
was a bad boy and didn't listen to you...and thank you for stretching my
tight hole with your fingers and then fucking it hard with your cock...it
was a great honor, sir, and I hope you enjoyed it half as much as I did."


I was amazed. Scott certainly was an apt pupil. He had learned fast and
knew exactly what I wanted to hear.


"I did enjoy it," I said, my hardon almost bursting from my pajama
bottoms. "I enjoyed it very much." I figured that enticing little
monologue was worthy of some kind of reward (as I'm sure was his
objective). "Is there anything I can do for you now, Scott?"


He drew in another breath. I knew what his request would be: "If it's not
too much trouble, may I please cum, sir..?"


I still had not allowed him to orgasm. I'd kept him on edge all night,
denied him the right to spurt his load again and again. Earlier, I
thought he might lose his mind if he couldn't unload. Yet, he endured it
all the same.


I left him hanging for a moment, then rose. My erection was huge in my
pajama bottoms.


"Ask me again, Scott."


"May I please cum, sir?" he exhaled. I went over and tapped him on the
shoulder. "Get up."


I helped him to his feet. He looked at me, blue eyes glazed with fatigue
and lust, his cock jutting out proudly before him. I reached out and
squeezed the length of his shaft in one hand. "Ohh," he moaned.


I led him by his hard cock across the hall and back to the bathroom. It
was still steamy, with the fresh aroma of shower and soap.


I positioned his hands on the sink and stood behind him. "Ask me again."


"My I please cum, sir?"


I began stroking his shaft. Slowly at first, then picking up the pace. In
the foggy mirror before us I watched in amusement as his eyes rolled back
into his head with pleasure. As I had never actually looked into his eyes
while stimulating him before, this was the first time I noticed this.


"Again, Scott," I demanded.


His breaths were increasing as my hand moved faster on his shaft. I could
feel his heartbeat as the blood pumped through it. My hard cock in my
pajamas rested atop the crevice of his ass like a hot dog resting between
two buns.


"May I please cum, sir?"


"Again, keep asking me."


He closed his eyes. "May I please cum, sir...may I please cum, sir...may
I please...ah...AH!" I cupped my other hand in front of the firing line
and he shot three heavy, hot spurts into it.


"Aaaaah," he sighed, a shudder of release running through his body from
his chest to his legs. They trembled once more and I held him so they
didn't give way.


Two more spurts, then three. Scott filled up my hand with a pool of his
hot milk. I caught every last drop.


The look of spent gratification on his face was almost comical, like a
puppy who had just been rubbed in all the right places.


I leaned over and tasted some of his semen in my hand. I enjoyed it as
much as I had last time. But of course, it was not for me.


"Taste yourself, Scott," I held my hand to his lips. He looked down at
it. With almost no hesitation this time, he lapped up his spooge, eagerly
and obediently, every last yummy bit of it.


I still saw mild revulsion on his face as he registered the taste. He
clearly was not enjoying it, but that did not stop him. He was doing it
because I ordered him to. Because he was grateful I finally allowed him
to cum.


He sucked it off my fingers. Ran his tongue between the crevices of my
cupped hand.


"You taste good, don't you, Scott?" I asked, smiling.


"Yes, sir," he said, giving my hand a final scouring with his tongue,
"yes I taste good."


I repositioned his hands back on the sink. "Stay there now, Scott." I let
out my big, hard tool and thumped it against the small of his back. Being
this close to his perfect peach of a backside had gotten me excited
again.


He flinched. "No, wait, I can't do it-" I hushed him and patted his
shoulder. "Relax, Scott, I'm not going to fuck you again, I know it still
hurts. I just want to jerk off into your hot, bare ass."


He relented after a moment and got back into position. "Yes, sir...sorry
sir."


As I stroked myself, I reached down with the other hand and squeezed one
of his cheeks. "MMF," he protested, closing his eyes. I gave it a slap,
knowing how sore it was. He hissed in discomfort.


"Move for me, Scott," I said, "Move those gorgeous man buns of yours."


He swayed his ass as he'd done many times before. Just feeling the
movement of his naked body against my dick was enough for me. After a few
heavy moans I blew my hot load onto his back, the second of the night for
me. It ran down the curve of his spine in three long, milky streams.


I scooped up as much of my own cum from his body as I could. "Here," I
held it up to him, "you can compare the taste."


After a moment's hesitation, I felt his spongy, wet tongue press into my
palm once again. I stuck each of my fingers into his mouth so he could
cleanly suck off all the juice.


"Well," I asked, "what's the verdict? Whose jizz is more tasty, Scott,
yours or mine?"


Scott was blushing crimson again at being asked this question. His voice
was muffled by two of my fingers. The edges of his mouth curled downward
in distaste. "I'm not completely sure, sir."


I grinned, "that's okay, I'll let you think about it."


...


The sky outside was a pale blue now. Saturday morning was in full swing
as we finally crawled into bed.


I got underneath the blanket and Scott lay on his stomach on top of me,
straddling me with his legs. Even then I wanted his body uncovered. I'd
gotten the blindfold from the living room and repositioned it over his
eyes.


Scott lay with his face close to mine. The scent of all the cum I made
him swallow was strong on his breath. Exhausted as both of us surely
were, I could still feel the adrenaline pumping through me.


So we lay and talked. I made light circles on his back with the tips of
my fingers. Positioned on top of me as he was, I could feel his cock
again snaking up to his belly. I figured he wouldn't mind cumming once or
twice more.


Of course, we still barely knew each other, but after I pressed him,
Scott revealed some things that I suspected all along.


His reluctance to be kissed by a man. The fact that he was thirty-five
and an anal virgin before he met me. Not to mention he was completely
straight-acting.


He had, in fact, spent most of his adult life dating women.


"So, have you ever been with another man before this?" I asked, genuinely
curious.


"A few," he said, shifting his weight on top of me. "I met a few guys
online before. We mostly just jerked off together. Sucked each other off
a little bit. Nothing like this..."


I chuckled, "I'm sure it wasn't." I reached down and gave his sore, red
ass an appreciative squeeze.


"So then, do you consider yourself straight or bi or...?"


Scott sighed. "Most of my life, I've pretty much liked girls. But for a
long time there's been this part of me that liked guys, too. That was
curious about guys. I guess these days I consider myself about thirty
percent gay or so..."


"Well, we'll see if we can get that number higher," I joked. I clapped my
other hand down on his butt. "OOF."


I was careful to stay away from his hole, which was surely still
throbbing with pain and would need time to recover.


I asked him many questions and he answered honestly. He told me about his
long time interest in exhibitionism. The idea of being shamed and even
dominated had long thrilled him, but he never had an outlet to actually
experience it until he saw my ad earlier that week.


He told me about his ex-girlfriend Jennifer, who he'd been with almost
three years. He'd convinced her to spank him a few times, but she was
never really that into it. Thought it was kind of strange.


I squeezed the bulbous, red mounds of his ass. "You mean she had this
masterpiece of yours in her power all that time and she never took
advantage of it? That's just tragic..."


Scott chuckled. I could practically feel him blushing.


I leaned forward and entered him with my tongue. He moaned as I gave his
ass a few more slaps. Harder than before. He exhaled his hot, mushroom
breath into me.


"So, you've enjoyed what we did tonight, then?" I asked.


He really didn't have to answer. The defined shape of his hardon pressing
against my belly told me everything I needed to know. But he gave me a
definitive "Yes, sir."


"And you'd like to continue this, after we have a good long sleep, that
is?"


He swallowed, thinking about it for a moment. "Yes...yes I think I
would."


I inhaled deeply, constricted by the weight of his body. Who would ever
have imagined?


This good-looking guy with a tight body and the nicest bubble butt I had
ever seen who loved being rimmed, fingered, fucked, dominated and
spanked. What on earth did I do in my previous life to deserve him?


"Get some sleep, Scott," I said, giving his ass a last appreciative
squeeze with both hands. "I think you've earned it."