The action of the man’s lips on his fingers made his cock ache even more. If he hadn’t blown a load earlier, he’d likely be blowing one now all over the guy’s face.

He was a natural, fantastic.

His wife’s a lucky woman.

Dammit.

That was a buzzkill of a thought if there ever was one. He hoped that minefield would prove harmless and didn’t want to think about it now. Either things would or wouldn’t work out the way he wanted them to. Worrying about them was a waste of time and energy.

Once Scott had licked his hand clean, Keith tugged on his hair. “Let’s finish. Get that butt plug out and wash up.” He smacked Scott’s ass as he stepped out. “Three minutes and no longer, your ass better be on that bed.”

It took Scott maybe a minute, if that. On Scott’s way to the bed, he streaked past Keith, who was digging through his bag.

“On your back, across it, head off the edge,” Keith said, grabbing a handful of the things he’d need and bringing them over to the bed.

Scott complied, staring up at him.

Keith smiled down at him. He grabbed his cock and held it up out of the way as he straddled Scott’s face. “You can’t suck my cock bareback tonight, but you can lick my balls. Do a good job.”

Scott held onto Keith’s thighs as he started tonguing his balls and his taint, even rimming him without being told. Keith reached up with one hand and played with Scott’s nipples. “Yeah,” he hoarsely said. “Just like that. I can’t wait until I get those nipples pierced. I will have a load of fun with you then.”

Below him, Scott moaned in reply.

Keith could only tolerate about five minutes of that before he was afraid he’d blow his load over Scott’s chest. He was good for at least two in a day, but he wasn’t sure after the work week he’d had if he could get it up a third time that fast. Hell, he was almost forty.

He walked around the other side of the bed, grabbed Scott’s legs, and pulled him across so his head was on the bed. “Grab your legs and show me that beautiful ass.”

Scott stared up at him, trust and more than a little lust in his blue eyes. He reached down and caught his legs behind the knees, pulling them up.

Keith grabbed a towel and shoved it under Scott before ripping open a condom pouch and rolling it on. He grabbed a tube of lube and slicked himself before drizzling it down Scott’s ass.

“You keep your eyes open when I’m fucking you,” Keith said, barely able to speak now. “Don’t you close your eyes, understand?”

“Yes, Sir.”

He grabbed another condom and rolled it onto Scott’s stiffening shaft. It was one thing to give a hand job in the shower, but if he was going to be balls-deep in the guy, he wanted a condom on him for now.

He slowly slicked lube up and down Scott’s cock as well, making sure he was nice and hard before he put the lube aside. Then he lined up the head of his cock with Scott’s rim, watching the man’s face.

“Ask me for it,” Keith ordered. “Beg me to fuck your ass.”

“Please, Sir,” Scott said. “Please fuck your boy’s ass.”

Holy shit, it was all he could do to hold back.

Your boy.

Yeah, that sounded right. More than right.

It sounded good.

Keith slowly pressed forward, not wanting to hurt him but also knowing the butt plug had definitely loosened him up. What he wanted to do was fuck the man, hard, drive him damn near off the bed.

But he didn’t. He took his time, little bits of progress at a time before withdrawing just to press forward again. He watched Scott’s face, the way his lower lip caught under his teeth, the rise and fall of his chest, the soft moans as the knob of Keith’s cock completely breached his ring of muscle.

Scott gasped, his moans louder.

“Yeah, you know you’ve got a cock in your ass now, don’t you?” He paused where he was, giving the man time to get used to it, wanting him to enjoy it as much as he was.

Besides, the man’s ass felt too damn good. He knew he’d blow if he took it too fast. Instead, he grabbed Scott’s cock and slowly stroked him.

“You want more?” Keith asked him.

“Yes, Sir.”

“You want my whole cock inside your ass?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Not a virgin anymore, are you?”

“No, Sir.”

“You sucked your first cock tonight, taking your first cock up your ass—you belong to me now, don’t you?”

“Yes, Sir!”

He eased his own cock deeper a small stroke at a time, wanting to savor this and yet dying to bust a nut.

Finally, when his thighs were pressed against Scott’s, he took a deep breath before withdrawing, just the head of his cock still inside him. Another long, slow press forward, his hand falling still on Scott’s iron cock.

“Feel good?”

Scott nodded. “Yes, Sir!”

He started stroking Scott’s cock again, harder, faster, knowing the man was close. “Come for me, boy. Let me feel you come for the first time with a cock in your ass.”

Scott’s eyes almost but didn’t quite close all the way as he let out a low moan, his hips trying to buck in time with Keith’s strokes. Then Keith felt it, the seismically sexy feeling of Scott’s ass contracting around his cock just before he started filling the end of the condom.

“Oh, fuck, boy. Such a good boy you are for me.” Keith leaned in, grabbed Scott’s hands, and shoved them over his head. He started pounding his cock into him, fingers digging into the other man’s wrists, lips just over Scott’s.

“Who owns this ass now?”

“You do, Sir!”

“Who just came with my cock all the way up inside you?”

“Your boy did, Sir!”

That was it. With that, Keith exploded, falling still with his dick firmly fisted in Scott’s ass. He slanted his lips over Scott’s and crushed his mouth onto his, fucking him with his tongue.

Got to find my cock ring. He’d need it for the next several times he fucked the man. He just felt too good, too perfect.

And Scott was eagerly kissing him back, too, even as he was pinned there with his legs over Keith’s shoulders and his hands over his head.

He felt the ledge start to give way under the foot still planted at the edge.

I’m in trouble.

* * * *

It felt nothing like the strap-on.

At all.

Not even remotely.

So much better, so much hotter, the animalistic, raw, needy, hard fuck had changed Scott forever.

Yes, if things went well between them, he could easily see himself falling for this guy, and hard.

Scott just hoped the guy didn’t turn out to be a jerk.

He stared up into Keith’s eyes, hoping he hadn’t just made a damned big mistake.

Scott even loved the way the other man’s body pinned him to the bed, the weight of his hard muscles, the feel of him catching his breath.

Keith let go of his wrists but then he cupped the back of Scott’s head, fingers digging in as he kissed him again, hard, deep, possessively.

“If you think I’m going to let you just walk out of my life after this weekend, think again.”

Scott kept his hands over his head. “Ditto.”

Keith raked his other hand through Scott’s hair, front to back, almost tenderly.

“Let’s get cleaned up,” Keith said, sounding hoarse. “I think we need to talk some more.”

Chapter Seven

Kennedy not quite intoxicated was even more annoying that Kennedy intoxicated. Her rapid-fire chatter over dinner sped up into machine gun bursts that made Noel wish she had a ball gag there to shove in her friend’s mouth.

“So how you been dealing with Stacy Moog’s bitch of a mom this year?” Kennedy asked Noel.

Kennedy taught fourth graders. Many of Kennedy’s students from last year had ended up in Noel’s class this year.

“I had another go-round with her last week,” Noel said, at least glad to be talking about something work-related to keep her mind off…other things. “Stacy flunked another spelling test. I’m bringing in the guidance counsellor for an eval. I seriously think she’s got some sort of a learning disability going on. Her math skills are iffy, too.”