be an issue.
When Scott showed up at his place that night at six, Keith opened the door, pulled him inside, slammed the door shut behind him, and pinned him to the foyer wall with a soul-searing kiss that left them both breathless.
“Where is it?” Keith asked him.
Scott smiled and held up a piece of paper he’d had in his hand.
Keith took it from him, scanning it. He dropped it onto the bookshelf by his front door and picked up his results, handing them to Scott.
Then he grabbed him by the shoulders and shoved him down the hall toward his bedroom. “Read while you walk, buddy. We have unfinished business to finally finish.”
“Someone’s in a hurry,” Scott joked.
“Fuck, yeah, I am.”
Two minutes later, he had Scott on his hands and knees on his bed with his collar on, a lubed ass, his own cock lubed, and was slowly sliding the knob past Scott’s tight rim with a satisfied groan.
“Oh, buddy, that’s fucking great.”
“Not that I’m complaining, Sir,” Scott gasped, “but I figured you’d have me blow you first.”
Keith waited until he felt Scott’s ass pressing against his body to answer. “Because,” he softly said, “I know that Noel will want one out of you later, and I don’t want to wear you out. I’m going to fill this sweet ass with me, then I’ll let you come in my ass. And that will take the edge off for both of us.” He’d originally envisioned an all-night romp before Noel had started using Scott.
That was okay. He’d rather defer to her, make sure she was as happy as she could be under the circumstances, and make things as easy on her as possible.
They’d have other nights to themselves where Scott could spend more time and not worry about getting nailed by her as soon as he walked in the door.
Tonight was more about claiming his boy the right way.
He slowly started fucking him, holding on to Scott’s hips, enjoying the way Scott’s ass tightly fisted his cock, the feeling far better than through a condom.
“Don’t you fucking come yet,” Keith ordered, picking up the pace, fucking him hard, reaching forward, and hooking a couple of fingers through the collar to pull his head up and back toward him. “This is the first load of my cum officially ending up in your ass, and I want you to remember this night. Beg me for it.”
“Please, Sir. Please come in my ass!”
“More.”
“Please fill Your boy’s ass with Your cum, Sir! I need Your cum in my ass!”
Keith could hear the capital letters in Scott’s fervent pleas. It spun his own orgasm closer to the surface as his balls swung back and forth with every stroke. “Who owns this ass?”
“You own this ass, Sir!”
“That’s right.” He drove deep, hard, his orgasm hitting him like a train, making him gasp as he thrust one last time. He held still as his balls pumped his load into Scott’s ass, his eyes falling closed, his grip loosening on Scott’s collar.
After a moment, he pulled out. “Wait here.”
He left the bed and washed up in the bathroom before he returned to the bedroom. “On your back, boy.”
Scott immediately rolled over, his cock rigid and leaking pre-cum.
He leaned in and carefully licked at Scott’s slit, his lips slowly sliding down the man’s shaft, not enough friction to get him off but enough to draw a long, needy moan from the man.
Straightening, he picked up the tube of lube and tossed it to him before climbing back onto the bed, on his hands and knees, ass toward Scott. “Lube me up good, boy. Play with my ass.”
He felt Scott’s fingers trembling as he did, tentative at first, then more sure as Keith rewarded him with moans, praise, direction. Hell, it was even getting Keith hard again.
Finally, he sat up, turned, and took the tube back. He lubed Scott’s cock, then his own, before tossing the lube aside and straddling the man.
“Don’t close your eyes,” Keith said. “You watch me. And don’t you dare come without permission.” He grabbed the base
When Scott showed up at his place that night at six, Keith opened the door, pulled him inside, slammed the door shut behind him, and pinned him to the foyer wall with a soul-searing kiss that left them both breathless.
“Where is it?” Keith asked him.
Scott smiled and held up a piece of paper he’d had in his hand.
Keith took it from him, scanning it. He dropped it onto the bookshelf by his front door and picked up his results, handing them to Scott.
Then he grabbed him by the shoulders and shoved him down the hall toward his bedroom. “Read while you walk, buddy. We have unfinished business to finally finish.”
“Someone’s in a hurry,” Scott joked.
“Fuck, yeah, I am.”
Two minutes later, he had Scott on his hands and knees on his bed with his collar on, a lubed ass, his own cock lubed, and was slowly sliding the knob past Scott’s tight rim with a satisfied groan.
“Oh, buddy, that’s fucking great.”
“Not that I’m complaining, Sir,” Scott gasped, “but I figured you’d have me blow you first.”
Keith waited until he felt Scott’s ass pressing against his body to answer. “Because,” he softly said, “I know that Noel will want one out of you later, and I don’t want to wear you out. I’m going to fill this sweet ass with me, then I’ll let you come in my ass. And that will take the edge off for both of us.” He’d originally envisioned an all-night romp before Noel had started using Scott.
That was okay. He’d rather defer to her, make sure she was as happy as she could be under the circumstances, and make things as easy on her as possible.
They’d have other nights to themselves where Scott could spend more time and not worry about getting nailed by her as soon as he walked in the door.
Tonight was more about claiming his boy the right way.
He slowly started fucking him, holding on to Scott’s hips, enjoying the way Scott’s ass tightly fisted his cock, the feeling far better than through a condom.
“Don’t you fucking come yet,” Keith ordered, picking up the pace, fucking him hard, reaching forward, and hooking a couple of fingers through the collar to pull his head up and back toward him. “This is the first load of my cum officially ending up in your ass, and I want you to remember this night. Beg me for it.”
“Please, Sir. Please come in my ass!”
“More.”
“Please fill Your boy’s ass with Your cum, Sir! I need Your cum in my ass!”
Keith could hear the capital letters in Scott’s fervent pleas. It spun his own orgasm closer to the surface as his balls swung back and forth with every stroke. “Who owns this ass?”
“You own this ass, Sir!”
“That’s right.” He drove deep, hard, his orgasm hitting him like a train, making him gasp as he thrust one last time. He held still as his balls pumped his load into Scott’s ass, his eyes falling closed, his grip loosening on Scott’s collar.
After a moment, he pulled out. “Wait here.”
He left the bed and washed up in the bathroom before he returned to the bedroom. “On your back, boy.”
Scott immediately rolled over, his cock rigid and leaking pre-cum.
He leaned in and carefully licked at Scott’s slit, his lips slowly sliding down the man’s shaft, not enough friction to get him off but enough to draw a long, needy moan from the man.
Straightening, he picked up the tube of lube and tossed it to him before climbing back onto the bed, on his hands and knees, ass toward Scott. “Lube me up good, boy. Play with my ass.”
He felt Scott’s fingers trembling as he did, tentative at first, then more sure as Keith rewarded him with moans, praise, direction. Hell, it was even getting Keith hard again.
Finally, he sat up, turned, and took the tube back. He lubed Scott’s cock, then his own, before tossing the lube aside and straddling the man.
“Don’t close your eyes,” Keith said. “You watch me. And don’t you dare come without permission.” He grabbed the base
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