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 jism 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 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.”