A Turn of the Screwed

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Authors: Tymber Dalton
Tags: Fiction, Erótica, Romance
lounger near the pool and put Scott onto his hands and knees next to it where he could rest his hand on the top of Scott’s hood. They wouldn’t spend a whole lot of time out here today, but he wanted to relax a little, and he couldn’t resist the urge to put Scott through his paces.
    Not like they would have too many chances to do things like this in the near future. Well, sure, they could come up here on a weekend and do them, but this was a perfect storm of perfection for getting their freak on without it even raising an eyebrow, much less the curiosity of anyone else in the immediate vicinity.
    He chatted with some friends who walked by, enjoyed the sun, and admired the curve of Scott’s back from his vantage point.
    He would have been admiring Scott’s ass, but he couldn’t bring himself to stop stroking his hood and make him turn around.
    The way Scott leaned his head into Keith’s touch filled him with pride and longing. And yes, Keith’s cock was already aching.
    Again.
    There were some fun and games of the X-rated kind being held in the shade of the main building’s patio where an outside grill had been set up for lunch. With it being close to two o’clock, Keith was getting a little hungry again.
    He gently tugged on Scott’s leash to get him to sit up. “Are you hungry, boy?”
    He nodded. “Yes, Sir. I could eat.”
    Keith stared into Scott’s blue eyes. By now, a lot of guys would have been whining they were bored, or that they didn’t want to do this anymore. Keith had told Scott he could change positions as needed to stay basically right there, and the man had, without complaint.
    That was telling.
    He caught Scott’s chin and leaned in close, wrapping the leash’s chain around his other hand. “What’s going through your mind right now, boy? Honest answer.”
    Scott unflinchingly met his gaze. “Nothing, Sir. I’m simply waiting for you to tell me what’s next. To follow your orders.”
    He kissed Scott, deeply, tenderly. “Such a good boy,” he said.
    Scott smiled, visible through the mouth opening in the hood. “Thank you, Sir.”

Chapter Nine

    For lunch, Scott was content to sit in the shade at Keith’s feet while the man hand-fed him a cheeseburger and fries a bite at a time. Keith also held the straw for him as he sipped his iced tea.
    Scott didn’t want to think about anything except existing in that exact moment, enjoying what was going on, simply being.
    Tuning out any comments others made about him to Keith, he focused solely on the sound of Keith’s voice, one he could easily pick out of the crowd now even if his eyes were closed and he wasn’t looking at the man while he was speaking.
    In between bites of food or sips of his tea, he rested his head against Keith’s leg and savored the feel of the man’s hand stroking his hooded head.
    Content.
    That was the best word to describe what he felt. Utterly content, more so than he could ever remember feeling before.
    After lunch, they returned to the room. Keith stripped and sat on the end of the bed after rolling a condom down his shaft, holding Scott’s leash while Scott went down on the man.
    Hell, he wasn’t even minding the taste of the condoms anymore.
    What he realized he was craving was more of the encouraging tone, the head strokes, the way Keith had him positioned, between his legs and unable to move. When Keith spread his legs wider and held his cock out of the way so Scott could tongue his balls, he eagerly set to it despite his wrists still being clipped together.
    Then Keith pulled Scott’s head back onto his cock. “Okay, boy. Suck me off good.” He grabbed hold of the collar with one hand and the back of the hood with the other and started fucking his mouth, hard, deep, fast.
    Scott stayed with him for every stroke, doing his best to work his lips and tongue over Keith’s cock as he thrust. His own cock screamed, straining against the leather jock, wanting relief. Finally, he felt Keith’s cock

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