Scott

Scott II ========

By TopLegal

WARNING This contains graphic descriptions of sexual intercourse

and sadomasochistic activities between adult males. If this

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you are not of legal age, do not read it. Any resemblance of

characters in this story to the living is purely coincidental.

(c) 1999, TopLegal. Permission is granted for distribution via

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Last time ---------

So, I should perhaps review where we left off. I spent Friday,

July 3, 1998 in a strange hotel room with a man who turned out to

be my Hollywood idol. He fucked me bareback and spanked me with an

old fashioned wooden hairbrush. He showed up at my doorsteps the

next night and repeated the spanking, leaving my but feeling quite

sore. I would now have to wait until Friday to see him and I still

had to read the odd book about his family traditions that he had

succinctly summarized as follows:

• If my husband breaks the rules he'll be dealt with by the

family.

• I have to obey my husband's wishes in all matters.

• I must be sexually available to other husbands in the family to

the same degree that other wives are available to my husband.

These diary entries tell a bit more about the next few days and my

next meeting with Scott.

Sunday, July 5, 1998 --------------------

I woke up laying on my stomach. My buttocks were quite sore and as

I stood I felt like my ass flesh was still on fire. Well, Scott had

set off quite the fireworks parade back there. In the bathroom

mirror I could see the two blisters he had opened and my skin was

quite leathery and sore overall.

I started the day by showering. The hot water soothed my tender

ass slightly and I then laid down on my stomach to read the family

notebook and learn more about the rules.

Rule 1 ------

So upon delving into the text of the notebook, it was as Scott

promised a much more fanciful way of saying the things he told me,

but in some cases their meanings were more apparent. The first

discussion was on obedience:

At all times, the wife must obey her husband; therefore, she may

not speak against him or go contrary to his wishes. Her opinion

however shall be solicited in most matters domestic and most

matters that affect her.

An example was provided:

Suppose the topic is the meal for the evening meal. The husband

may solicit his wife's suggestions, but ultimately the husband

should make his own decision about the evening meal. Whatever

the husband's decision, the wife should obediently begin

preparing the meal.

My spine shivered slightly as I read on:

Failure of the wife to obey the husband should result in

immediate punishment.

The punishment was not described. My cock throbbed, the idea of

being treated like this was exciting me in some odd fashion. I

read on.

Rule 2 ------

The next pages explained the sexual practices between family

members and the sexual availability:

It is understood that sex between a husband and wife is both a

private affair and a matter of all concern for the family.

Therefore certain male members of the family should be able to

inspect the virility of the wives and their sexual performance.

Again, an example was provided:

Suppose it is Thanksgiving dinner and you are present at the

dinner table with your husband John along with his father Tim,

his older brother Tim, his sister Jane's husband Mike, and his

younger unmarried brother Bud. You are required to be sexually

available to your father-in-law John, your husband's

brother-in-law Mike, and your brother-in-law Tim. It is not

acceptable for you to be available to the younger brother Bud

because he is unmarried.

My head was spinning as I kept reading. My cock was still erect,

but this still seemed weird and somewhat disgusting. Yet, my cock

was throbbing and the idea of Scott's family being able to have

sex with me was at once repugnant and arousing. My arousal got the

better of me and I read on:

Typically the sexual acts will occur in front of other family

members; though, they may occur in private as well. Oral and

penetrative sexual contact is typical. Corporal punishment

arousal may also be administered at the male relative's

discretion.

That pretty much laid it out for me, Scott's brother Mark would be

able to fuck me and make me suck him -- assuming he was married.

This thought was actually arousing. The flip side, that my husband

would perhaps have sex with his sister Jane -- as in the example

-- was discomforting. My state of arousal would wax and wane as I

slugged through several additional pages describing the practices

in greater detail.

Rule 3 ------

The issue of the punishment of wives was still not discussed, but

the third rule -- actually the first one Scott listed was laid out

in frightening detail:

Any male member of the family who violates these rules shall be

punished in one of the following manners -- at a minimum:

• bullwhip -- 100 lashes to back while tied to a post

• prison strap -- 200 lashes to buttocks while restrained

• birch -- 50 strokes to entire buttocks while restrained

• cane -- 100 strokes to buttocks while restrained

In each case, blood must be drawn. In the event that the above

implements are unavailable, other similar implements may be

substituted provided that the offending husband is restrained

and blood is drawn

Prohibited Acts

• hitting one's wife except for mutual sexual gratification

• having sex with one's wife when she has indicated a preference

not to

• leaving one's wife without her agreement

I was shaking slightly, but my cock stayed aroused. However, it

made me worry what they might use to punish a wife. But then I

realized that Scott was not allowed to hit me except for mutual

sexual gratification. So how would he punish me?

Punishing Wives ---------------

The very last paragraph of the notebook provided the only hint at

how wives are punished:

Wives should be punished by being confined to the bedroom

without the provision of sexual gratification or affection.

My cock exploded as I finished the notebook and realized how I

would be being treated from now on by Scott. My wood floor was

covered with my warm cum. Still hyper-aroused by Scott, the

notebook, and my sore ass, I slid down and licked my own cum from

the floor.

Finally, I stood up and looked at a clock... five o'clock, I had

spent the better part of the day already. I threw some loose

fitting clothing on and headed out to Sam's house in my car.

Freeways --------

Sitting itself was an intense act, even with soft warm ups against

the soft car seat. Driving down the freeway to see Sam for dinner,

my head was spinning.

Half of me wanted to forget about Scott and send back the bill

clip with the money, the tapes, and most of all the notebook and

forget the whole thing happened. But, the other half of me was

like a wound up sex pistol that wanted to be feeling Scott's

strong arms around me and his throbbing bare cock inside my ass.

And, let's not forget his strong hands pinning me down as his

hairbrush thrashed me violently to orgasm.

I exited the freeways near Sam's house and followed the city

streets to his driveway. A Porcshe Boxster sat in the driveway.

Sam had company. He drove a twenty year old Civic hatch back, so

the car in the driveway belonged to some rich college boy with

whom Sam was having his way.

Scene -----

Not knowing much about this boy, I let myself into Sam's back door

and sat down in the kitchen. From the bedroom I heard a steady low

noise followed by loud ouches and low moans.

I sat down on my still sore ass and waited, listening.

After a while, Sam emerged smiling, he came over to me in the

kitchen said hi and gave me a kiss on the forehead. "Dinner," he

asked.

I nodded. His young friend emerged, naked. Upon seeing me, he

became embarrassed, but Sam said, "Don't Tim, he's been here as

well and his ass is redder than yours right now." I smiled meekly.

Tim came further into the kitchen, and Sam made the introductions,

"Tim is in his first year of law school at UCLA, he's 25 and loves

to get his butt blazed, turn around Tim." Tim turned around and

deep lines were visible where the cane had criss-crossed his butt.

Sam addressed me and asked, "Sushi ok for dinner?" I nodded. "Tim

if you get dressed, my friend here is going to take us out for a

wonderful Sushi dinner -- his treat." I nodded again.

Tim seemed pleased at the suggestion and came over to Sam and

kissed him. Sam whispered something to Tim and Tim left the room,

presumably to get dressed.

Sushi -----

We were in my Camry a few minutes later heading towards Sam's

favorite sushi bar in Beverly Hills. Tim sat up front with me and

peppered me with questions about my consulting business and the

tax structure I had established in the Grand Cayman Islands. But

that's really another story. We arrived at the restaurant close to

eight o'clock.

Four hundred dollars later, we rolled out, bellies stuffed and Tim

and Sam were quite wasted on sake. I had limited myself to one

glass and we piled back into my car for the ride back to Sam's.

As luck would have it, one of LA's finest pulled me over at a field

sobriety checkpoint. The officer asked me to step out and performed

some basic sobriety checks. He let me go and then reminded me

not to let my friends drive anywhere for the night. I smiled

and headed off.

Back at Sam's house, I piled the Tim and Sam into bed and then

decided to climb on in with them. In the night, Tim woke up and

went to the bathroom when he came back, his young body lay right

on top of my reddened ass and it felt nice having his hot

groin pressing against my sore ass cheeks.

Monday ------

Tim and I stumbled out of bed Monday sometime around noon. Tim ran

his tongue across my sore ass licking it appreciatively and I

returned the favor, though his butt was significantly less tender

than mine.

Sam was already gone -- work. So Tim and I hung out for a while

and I shared a bit about my experiences with the star and asked

him what he thought. Tim was jealous and asked if Sam ever spanked

that hard, I shrugged, unsure. We went our separate ways, him in

his expensive sports car and me in my family sedan.

On arriving home, I sat down. My butt was only slightly less sore

from Friday's and Saturday's thrashings with the hairbrush. Now I

had to face some of the pressing issues at work.

The contract stared back at me as if alive from its holding place

on my desk. The deal would make me well off and I knew some of the

people in my group were looking to move on. The notebook was

further across the desk, my cock throbbed. The contract that had

languished on my desk for a week and a half unsigned suddenly

seemed more attractive.

I pulled the contract towards me again, the key asset purchase

from my business seemed to be well priced at over five million

dollars and I could live with the one year non-compete agreement.

I signed my name "Jack Townsend" on the blank line with perhaps the

same attitude founding father John Hancock took in signing the

Declaration of Independence.

I slid the fully executed contract into the return envelope and

mailed it to my attorney. Within a month, my company as it existed

would be dissolved.

I notified my consultants and instructed the payroll company to

send out bonuses, $50K each, $2.5M total. The other half would

stay in the Grand Caymans pending some transactions that my lawyer

and accountant assured me were quite legal. I flipped off the

light and "J.T. Computer Consulting, Grand Caymans" was done for

all intents and purposes.

Phone Call ----------

I went back and re-read the notebook a second time before calling

Scott. I dialed his home number my finger trembling on the keypad

as I pressed each digit.

The pause between my finger depressing the last digit of the

number and the first ring seemed to last an eternity. Then the

first ring came, part of me wanted to hang up. I shook slightly,

someone picked up in the middle of the second ring.

"Mark here", a voice said. I was torn between hanging up and

saying hi. My sexual arousal got the better of me and I responded,

"Jack here, wondered if Scott was available."

"He's in the shower, he'll be out in a jiffy, care to talk," Mark

asked.

"Sure, can I ask you a question then," I responded.

"Shoot," Mark responded.

So the pregnant question to me was whether I would be having sex

with him so I asked, "Are you married?"

Mark deflected slightly responding, "So you finished the notebook,

think we are sick?"

"Different, would be my response," I said. "Besides, I would

hardly be calling right now if I was disgusted."

Mark emitted a sound that sounded like assent and then answered my

question, "No, I'm looking for a guy who can dominate me."

The response intrigued me, but I supposed it made sense, if the

Smith family accepted homosexuality they might have some male

family members that were sexually submissive as well.

Mark interrupted my reverie, "Look closely at the names, dates and

places in the family notebook, you may be surprised what you

find." On hand, I flipped the cover of the notebook open and saw

names of black people next to names of women in the late 1700's,

deep in the south. "So you see, we are liberal in our own twisted

way," Mark finished.

"Oh, here is Scott," Mark said as he handed the phone off.

"Hey Jack," Scott said enthusiastically, "sounds like you finished

the family notebook, you cool with it?"

My voice trembled and I managed a meek "yes."

"It really is fairer than it sounds in the notebook and you will

be quite sexually gratified, cared for, loved, and protected from

divorce," he explained.

"YES," I said more firmly, "I am cool with it and aroused by it

and I want to be yours." My cock was at full attention.

"Great," Scott responded heartily, "its taken so long for me to

find someone, I'll be over in a bit so we can talk through a

time line."

"Ok," I responded.

Time Line ---------

I must have pissed twenty times in the thirty minutes it took

Scott to reach my apartment. Like the previous night, he called

from the sidewalk and I went down to open the door. He pushed me

into the apartment gently, one hand on my shirt's collar. Once

inside the door, he pushed the front door of the apartment closed.

Then, he kissed me forcefully, grabbing me close and then locking

me into his embrace with his other hand pushing my head towards

him forcefully. His tongue probed my mouth firmly as we kissed

intensely.

His firm lips were pressed to mine and we stayed lip locked for a

short eternity. Then gently, Scott withdrew and released me. But,

I wanted to be locked against him again.

"Let's talk this over," Scott said and pushed me gently into the

couch. He sat down next to me and started talking, "I am really

excited that you are ready for this so let's start this according

to the rules." My cock stiffened noticeably. "I want you to tell

me how easily you can move in with me and what sorts of work or

other commitments are coming up that may affect your ability to

move in," he finished.

I nodded and then spoke, "I sold my business today, by the middle

of August I'll be fully unemployed, but till then I have some

wrapping up work to do, probably four to six hours a day. As for

moving, I do not think there are really half way measures here, I

would like to keep my apartment for a few months longer."

Scott nodded and spoke, "Ok, lets set the timetable as follows,

you will spend every weekend starting Friday at 2 pm until Monday

at 10 am from this weekend till Monday the 17th of August. I will

hire movers to take your pack and move your belongings on the

19th. You'll notify your landlord that you will vacate on August

31, that gives you two weeks."

My cock was rock hard, but my mind was racing, he had just

disregarded my opinion and feelings about the schedule and set his

own. I started to open my mouth remembering plans I had on the

22nd and wanting to protest. He put one finger against my lips and

said, "Shhh. Now go stand in the corner."

I shook visibly. "Now," he said firmly. I stood slowly and went to

the corner and stood there, face to the wall. Scott did not speak

to me and seemed to be rustling through the room and finally

turned on the TV. He let me stand there through the better part of

a half hour of Headline News before turning off the TV and asking

me to come sit down on the couch.

He kissed me warmly and tenderly when I sat down and said,

"Whatever it was, it would not have changed my mind, and it would

have been out of place." He put a hand under my chin and looked in

my eyes, I murmured agreement and he kissed me again.

Fucked ------

"Let's have sex," Scott said dropping my misbehavior as a topic

and completely foreclosing any further conversation about the time

line. I nodded and he lifted my shirt off my and caressed my chest

tenderly but firmly. We were walking to the bedroom before I knew

it. Then, I was naked and so was Scott.

His short hairless frame seemed to glisten in the darkened

bedroom. I was his, I realized as I was pressed onto the bed by his

strong arms. Lubricant in my dresser drawer was sliding up my ass

with his neatly manicured fingers probing my fuckhole. The condoms

in the drawer were not moving.

First one finger probed me as he kissed me deeply.

Then a second finger was working my ass.

Then three. I was relaxed and readied to receive my new husband

inside me.

Scott lifted my legs into the air and slid his rock solid cock

into me like a pro. My fuckhole split open around it and he glided

into me. I could feel my tight fuckhole lock around it and his

throbbing cock was in me.

He bent forward and began kissing me deeply to match the thrusts

with his powerful dick. He kept pulling out and sliding it back in

as if to torment me.

His bare cock teasing my hole, then splitting it open, then gliding

down my fuck shaft, then thrusting, then out. And over. And over.

Scott maintained an unbelievable erection thrusting in and out of

me like his property. His cock filling me and making me whole.

Marking me as his.

Then, he started to tremble. Still inside me, I felt his cock

start to pulsate. Next he came, his juices filling me on the

inside. He slid out somewhat quicker than before and trickled his

cum around the outside of my hole.

Then with his hand he began to work his cum into my skin, marking

me. It was quite erotic. My cock was still rock solid as he placed

his lips at the tip of my cock and kissed it softly.

Then his firm, still slightly cum soaked hand came up from my

crotch and to my cock shaft. Another squeeze of lube and he was

stroking my shaft slowly, yet firmly. After a few minutes he

asked, "Feel up for a spanking?"

My whole head was spinning and my ass still felt blisteringly

sore, but I nodded anyhow. Scott smiled and kissed me, then said,

"Ok, over my lap."

I repositioned myself for a firm spanking and he started to slap

my butt vigorously with his bare hands. Slapping down on both sore

cheeks in succession, he was brutalizing me, yet I was rock hard.

My cock was throbbing on the verge of an explosion as he worked

his hands rhythmically across my sore butt.

Cupped slightly, his strong, firm hands would come down. SLAP

then a pause and then the other hand slapped the other cheek.

SLAP Another pause and they would lift from my tender buttocks

in succession. And then the process repeated. SLAP -pause-

SLAP -pause- lift lift -pause- SLAP

Over and over Scott repeated the process. Then, aroused past the

point of control I shot a huge load of cum across Scott's leg. He

kept the spanking going for a bit longer and then stopped. My face

was pushed towards my own cum and I took the hint and licked my

own cum up from my husband's leg and then swallowed it.

Then he pulled me up into his strong embrace and held me nuzzled

against his chest. As I sobbed softly, Scott cupped my butt cheeks

gently caressing the sore ass flesh with affection. I lifted my

head and he pulled my mouth to his and kissed me deeply.

Then he fell back and we fell asleep together for the first time

in the same bed.

Morning -------

When I opened my eyes, Scott's light, grey-blue eyes stared into

mine. I was wrapped against him and I was very happy. My butt was

still tender, but I was very happily hitched. Scott held me to him

and said, "let's rest here together a while longer."

I nodded and continued to stare into his eyes. He kissed me

forcefully, yet tenderly as we lay together in bed. After a while,

he loosened his embrace and said, "ok, let's get a move on and by

the way no more spankings for you till Saturday." I nodded and

kissed him and then stood allowing him to get up as well.

I followed him to the bathroom and watched his mighty cock unleash

a powerful stream of urine into the toilet. The sight aroused me.

When he finished, I followed.

Then I found myself kneeling on the bathroom floor with his cock

in my mouth. A hint of his just unleashed urine was still present

and I found it surprisingly erotic to taste. After a few minutes

of gentle thrusts into my receptive mouth, Scott's cock firmed

considerably and he pulled me up and bent me over the bathroom

vanity. Vaseline served as lube and I found myself being fucked by

Scott's hard, bare fuck tool again. The feeling of his strong body

slamming into my sore backside re-ignited the tenderness in my ass

as his throbbing cock thrust into me and split me like a powerful

steel rod.

He then placed his hands on my shoulders for more leverage and

increased the intensity, ferocity, and depth of his massive

thrusts. I found myself intensely aroused as he continued to ply

me open sexually with his steel-like fuck tool. When he finally

orgasmed inside me again, he collapsed onto me, his smooth,

muscular chest slightly sweaty resting on my back. It was hot and

I was rock solid myself.

We showered together and I performed a ritual that I would repeat

on many future occasions of bathing him, washing his hair, his

face, his body, tenderly, affectionately and thoroughly, I served

him. Then I could cleanse myself while he stood and watched.

To this day, I find it a very erotic part of our relationship.

Mid-Week --------

The remainder of the week passed slowly. Scott did not call me at

all since he plainly expected me to arrive at two o'clock Friday

and I was too confused and aroused by it all to say or do

anything.

Friday morning, I found myself packing. Into my overnight bag went

dress clothing, casual clothing, several varieties of underwear,

and my cosmetics bag. I also threw in a bottle of lubricant. The

condoms stayed in my bedside table, Scott clearly did not intend

to use them with me and I was in no position given the rules to do

anything about it.

I collected the family notebook and the tapes from our first night

as well. Those really belonged to Scott. I placed the money clip

he gave me in my shirt pocket.

I headed off from my apartment with two hours to spare. First, I

was nervous and second with Los Angeles traffic, I did not want to

be late for my first full weekend.

I arrived a half-hour early and waited down the street till closer

to two before I pulled up and rang the doorbell. Mark answered and

beckoned me inside. I stepped in and Mark told me Scott wouldn't

be home from a shoot till seven, but that then we would go out to

dinner.

Mark then obliquely suggested that Scott had a particular outfit

selected for me to wear at dinner on hold at a shop on Rodeo

Drive.

Suited Up ---------

Mark drove Scott's convertible to the store and led me inside. The

manager immediately recognized Mark and asked, "is he the one who

needs the suit fitted?" Mark answered yes, dropped a platinum

American Express card down at the register and headed out.

The suit was definitely not my style, corporate-ish, but rather

modern and Hollywood. I kept the opinion to myself as the

manager finished adjusting the suit slightly to fit me.

Cut in an odd fashion, the suit hardly seemed appropriate for

a man, but perhaps that was the point.

After trying the whole outfit on, the manager suggested shoes. I

started to ask, "I'm not sure." But, the manager interrupted, "I am

certain of your friend's desires." A pair of Italian leather shoes

was placed in front of me and I stepped into them. "Ah, perfect

fit, your friend sized you up pretty well, just a half inch off on

the pants," the manager commented. I smiled vaguely.

I felt thoroughly humiliated wearing the suit, it was definitely

designed to be unmasculine, though it made me look thin and

sexually available.

As the manager finished running up the charge card, Mark returned

and signed the receipt and I was whisked to a hair salon further

down the Drive. Mark consulted with the stylist as I sat in the

waiting area. When the young blond stylist summoned me, Mark

stayed on hand to watch him work and ensure that Scott's hairstyle

for me was applied without intervention on my part.

The stylist, Gary, took his time washing my hair personally and

conditioning it. Then the scissors came out. While for years I had

a corporate preppy type haircut, Gary quickly transformed my hair.

My new hairstyle included dirty blonde highlights for my light

brown hair, as well as a childish, and perhaps feminine, pushed

back and poofed up look. As I stood after Gary finished, I looked

in the mirror.

I felt different, I was wearing clothing to please my husband

irrespective of my desires and my hair had been done to suit his

whims without my opinion mattering. Oddly, it felt good. I felt an

enormous sense of release and relaxation suddenly. He was caring

for me entirely, worrying that I had nice clothing, a nice

haircut, enough money, everything. And he was sexually pleasing me

at every chance he got. It suddenly felt really good and really

hot and a lot less strange.

On the drive home, Mark asked me how I was feeling, and I

responded eagerly, "Really good."

To which he responded, "I'm jealous, I just hope I can be as lucky

as you someday."

Then I did something, I figured was ok based on the notebook, and

kissed him on the cheek tenderly. He smiled back at me and said,

"Why do you think there are no lesbians in the family? All the

wives have all the sex and affection with each other that they

want, I'm glad you feel comfortable with me." Then he kissed me

back.

Appetizer ---------

When we got back to the house, Mark pulled open my pants and

started sucking me off. His mouth worked my cock expertly and I

relaxed and enjoyed it. Scott wandered downstairs and stood

silently watching the whole encounter without comment.

Then, he sat down next to me kissed me and held me while his

younger brother sucked me to orgasm. Scott kept Mark's mouth

tightly around my cock while I shot my load forcing Mark to

swallow it all.

Spent, I rested my head against my husband as Mark stood up. Scott

broke the silence saying, "I like your new suit, stand up in it

please."

I got up and turned around in it slowly allowing my husband to

enjoy me in the suit. "Pretty feminine," Scott commented while

smirking slightly.

I nodded in assent. "Humiliating," he continued asking a

rhetorical question. I nodded again. He finished saying, "Good, I

like the hair as well, the highlights bring out your eye color

nicely."

I smiled and Scott and I headed out to dinner with Mark.

Eating Out ----------

In the car, Mark whispered into my ear from the backseat to

remember to be on best behavior for a Smith Family wife at the

restaurant. We arrived at a hoi polloi restaurant I had used just

weeks ago to cinch the sale of my consulting company.

Scott instantly commanded the host's attention and we were seated

in a semi-secluded section of the dining room.

No menus were brought and a few minutes later, food started

arriving. Scott asked politely, "any allergies to lobster or

shellfish?" I said no and Scott nodded. The dinner conversation

covered a range of political and social topics and was quite

dynamic. Despite my public humiliation from wearing the suit, our

gay waiter and bus boy seemed jealous of me, hair teased, dressed

for another, possessed and marked.

The lobster was delicious and by the time it had come, I had

forgotten my embarrassment and was thoroughly enjoying myself.

Once home from the restaurant, I found myself naked in bed within

minutes and shortly, Scott joined me naked as well, his

strong, muscular body embracing me tightly.

"So let me ask you for the last time, can you live like this,"

Scott said. I said nothing at first. "I'm serious Jack, I need to

know that you are emotionally and sexually satisfied by this

relationship because the further we go down this road, there

really is no backing out."

"Let's go over some things one at a time," he continued.

"Clothing," Scott said, a statement, but also a question.

I paused and started to answer, "I found it humiliating, but in a

way pleasurable because others could tell I was yours and taken."

"Good; hair style," Scott asked, more a question this time than a

statement.

"Same," I responded.

"And the whole thing, my family, its traditions, the spankings,

the bare back sex," Scott rattled off just about everything else

that was weird and erotic.

"I want you Scott Smith as my husband every day for the rest of my

life I responded, family rules, spankings, hair styles, clothing,

and all, I have never been this sexually and emotionally in love

with anyone and I want this," I responded rambling as my heart

fluttered.

Scott kissed me and said nothing, but I knew that the silence

conveyed a lot of information: I was his and this was the last

discussion of this nature that would occur.

Without taking the gaze of his light gray blue eyes from my darker

brown eyes, he began to slide his stiffened cock between my legs.

"Fuck me Scott," I responded softly. He kissed me firmly and

rolled me onto my stomach and began to lubricate my ass for his

hard cock.

After working my hole only slightly with a single finger and lube,

he penetrated me forcefully and while the initial pain made me

want to pull away, his strong arms kept me still while he rammed

his hard tool into me. Slicing into me like a throbbing rod of man

flesh, he fucked me intensely sliding his thick man tool in and

out.

When he finally came inside me, I was ready to orgasm myself and

with his cum filling me, I achieved orgasm as well.

We spent the night sleeping blissfully in each other's arms.

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