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 shuttered 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 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 had gone 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 currents of pleasure flowed 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, of course, 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 mouth 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 yet, Scott?”