A Turn of the Screwed (7 page)

He pressed Scott’s face against the front of his shorts, where his cock strained against the leather. “Run your lips over it, boy.”

Scott did, doing the best he could through the hood’s mouth opening and through the leather of Keith’s shorts. Keith couldn’t wait until they could have sex without condoms.

He’d love to spend an afternoon with Scott on his knees, hands cuffed behind him, a vibrating butt plug in his ass, and his cock in Scott’s mouth.

Holding Scott’s head, he tried to rein in his heart. This was soon, too damn soon to be thinking about anything beyond this weekend. He might wake up to find the guy gone, that he had flaked out.

Or in the light of day he could be a giant douchenozzle.

He hoped not. He’d met plenty of douchenozzles in his time, and Scott had a quiet way about him that bespoke a natural submissiveness, a servitude that most people probably never saw, never suspected.

After a few minutes of that, he unclipped the leash, and Scott’s wrists, then patted the top of his head. “Strip down. Let’s grab a quick shower before we get to the fun.”

Under the warm spray, he grabbed Scott and pulled him into his arms. He was a perfect couple of inches shorter than him, a decent body to go with the nice ass, and eager.

He handed him the soap and washcloth and turned. “Scrub me down good, boy. Top to bottom.”

Keith closed his eyes as Scott’s hands roamed his flesh, tentative at first, then growing more confident.

Yes, this was a man he could easily come to love, he suspected.

He turned so Scott could wash his front, his gaze locking on the man’s blue eyes, waiting for him to look up into his eyes.

When Scott did, it felt like electricity shooting through Keith. If his cock hadn’t already been hard, it would have jolted him to life.

Keith grabbed him, kissing him hard, grabbing Scott’s cock and slowly stroking, enjoying the way Scott moaned into his mouth.

“Gonna fuck you real good, boy,” Keith whispered into his mouth. “Gonna show you what you’ve been missing, what you’ve been needing. Not just that, but everything. Gonna show you what it feels like to be owned, train you how to be my good boy. You like the sound of that?”

“Yes, Sir.”

He reached farther down, cupping Scott’s balls in his hand, gently squeezing, working a finger up past his taint and making him moan again as he pressed on the base of the butt plug still embedded there.

“Yeah, I’ve got your number now, don’t I? Don’t worry. Sir’s gonna make everything better real soon.”

Keith suspected the man was close to exploding anyway, and wanted their first time in bed to last longer than thirty seconds. He slowly slicked Scott’s juices up and down his cock, fisting it as he hooked his left hand around the back of Scott’s neck and pressed Scott’s face against his left shoulder. Keith nipped him just below the left ear.

“You can come for me, boy,” he whispered, stroking him hard and fast and loving the sound Scott made when his cock exploded all over his hand.

He chuckled, even enjoying the feel of Scott’s breath against his shoulder. “See? Told you I’d make it better. Now get on your knees and suck my hand clean.”

He stepped back enough so Scott could, the subbie glaze firmly back in his eyes as he grabbed Keith’s hand and eagerly licked and sucked his cum off his palm and fingers.

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.”

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.”

“Dyslexia?”

“Maybe. I don’t know. I would have thought it’d be caught sooner.”’

“She was homeschooled until the middle of last year. Her parents got divorced and her mom had to go back to work.”

Noel groaned. “Crap.”

“You didn’t know that?”

“No. Nobody told me that. I only looked at your summary notes from the end of last year. I didn’t go through her full records. I’ve got thirty kids in my class. That explains a lot.”

“Hey, good luck with that. I tried and tried and beat my head against that wall. Momma Moog went to the principal and Mary basically told me to let Stacy advance since her grades were borderline. Gave her some extra credit stuff to do in a couple of areas, she pulled it off.
Bam
. Not my problem. She barely passed the FCATs last year.”

Eliza had been listening to their conversation. “What about the standardized testing and stuff?”

“Yeah, that’s all bullshit,” Kennedy told her. “We’re teaching to the test now, basically. And the tests are bullshit. They don’t want to hurt the kids’ self-esteem by holding them back. A student would just about have to blow up the school at this point to get held back a year in grade school.”

“Gee, thanks for the heads-up,” Noel shot back, now thoroughly irritated at her friend. They were already ramping up for FCATs and Noel wasn’t sure the girl could even pass them.

“I’m sorry. Like you, I’m dealing with thirty kids, including four who are ESL. Fortunately for me, my Spanish is better than their English, and I’ve nearly gotten them up to speed so they can at least advance to the next grade without being totally in the weeds when they get there.”

“Sorry.” Noel picked through her risotto with her fork. “I’m just getting really burned out. I had high hopes for being a teacher. I wanted to help make a difference. Now it feels like the system’s beating me down and trying to get me to conform to the lowest common denominator.”

She was also struggling not to feel that maybe her asshole family had been right that she’d made a mistake by choosing teaching as a career.

“Well, you’ve seen the light now,” Kennedy said. “That’s about what it amounts to at this point. Just watch yourself on Facebook. That Moog woman is a nut. Don’t let her friend you.”

“Oh, I haven’t, don’t worry.” She didn’t friend any of the parents of her students. Not unless it was after the school year and she was friends with them in real life as well. Heck, there were very few of her fellow teachers she friended. She didn’t even have her occupation listed on her profile. She did have Scott listed as her husband, and her college and hometown, but that was only so she could stay in touch with her friends from high school and college up in Indiana.