A Turn of the Screwed by Tymber Dalton Page A

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,