Going Off Script

"Come on." I say again to the red hot twink. "Come here."

He hesitates but I can see he wants to. His blush had darkened a shade or two but I knew he was interested in getting involved.

Amanda had recovered. She sprawls out limply beneath me huffing and puffing. "Ohhh god you're good!" She sighs as she flops her head to the side to look at her husband. "Now THAT is how you fuck a woman. Ohhhh wowwww!" She then giggles. "James here is a terrible lover, isn't that right honey?" James bows his head but doesn't answer. "Barely wants to have sex and when we do he can barely get it up. He he he, he's barely a man at all. Little sissy is what he is. Isn't that right James dear?"

James mutters something incomprehensible and nods. Those words hurt him. They embarrassed him.

I cannot help but smile. James was no cuck, I could see that plain as day now. Amanda lets out a little peep as I slip out of her. Stepping off the side of the bed I turn and face the stunned young James. I stand over him with a confident grin. Seated as he was my glistening cock is only a foot from his face and he was having a hell of a time not staring at it.

Amanda laughs from the bed. "Ha ha ha. Uh oh! Look out honey, he's coming for you! Ha ha ha ha!"

I ignore her. I place my hands on my hips and just watch this hot closeted boy squirm with both embarrassment and awkward arousal.

"Do you want to suck it?" I ask boldly.

His blush deepens another shade of pink as his wife roars with laughter. He shifts jerkily as he looks left and right. He was instinctively looking for an escape route from the humiliation he was experiencing but I had him backed against the chair with my manhood. He shakes his head and stammers in a small voice. "I-I'm not....g-gay...sorry..." He lets out a shuddering breath and bows his head meekly. He glances up at me once, twice, three times. His clear blue eyes begging me not to stop despite what he'd just said.

That was it. Done. Gone. This boy was too much. Forget Amanda, James was everything now. I didn't even care if I got paid tonight.

I take a half a step back. "Stand up James."

He wavers and for a moment I thought I might lose him, but after a few tense seconds he does as I ask. He stands up all at once, as if doing so before he could talk himself out of it.

"Ohhhhhhh! Look out! Ha ha ha ha! What are you gonna do? Ha ha ha!" Amanda teases between her giggles. I pay her no mind.

I look this gorgeous young man up and down, doing absolutely nothing to hide my attraction. His head and chin were down but his blue eyes peeked up a me. I kept my gaze locked in his, daring him to look away but praying he didn't. He doesn't. His pretty pink lips were slightly parted and I could hear his breathing pick up.

I bring my right hand up and lay it gently against the side of his neck. He lets out a small sigh. I stroke and massage his warm skin. He trembles but he neither protests nor pulls away from me. If anything he leans into it.

Maintaining eye contact I whisper to him. "You are so fucking hot!" And with that I grab his rock hard cock through his blue jeans.

"Gahhh!" He gasps. His legs buckle but I hold him in place until he can gather himself again.

"Oh shit! Ha ha ha ha!" Amanda laughs.

My smile grows as I peer straight into his soul. "I don't think you have any trouble getting it up, do you James?" I squeeze his package in my large hand. "You just need the right inspiration."

He was frozen in place. His voice caught in his throat. His eyes signaling both fear and lust in equal measure.

"God I'm going to fuck you so hard James." His eyes widen. My voice is quiet. These words were for just him and I. "You are so hot. Fuck James, you're the hottest piece of ass I've seen in years. I want you so fucking bad." I lean in close. "I want you!"

His sexy body shakes and still he cannot find his voice. I feel his cock strain against its denim confines. His wide eyes were alive with wanton lust.

I let out a low growl and pull him tight against me.

His wife was still tittering but I could hear her mood shifting to something more concerned. The way I was handling and speaking to her husband was far more intimate that one might expect from an escort. "He he...ehh...okay, um, Mr Valentine?" She says. "I'm over here. Stop playing with cucky boy James and... Hello? Mr Valentine? Hello?"

"Mr...Valentine..." James says softly.

I give him a kiss. Just a quick, tender little kiss to the lips. "Call me Alex."

He nonconsciously leans in to reach for my lips again, not wanting the contact broken so quickly. "Alex." He says.

With that I pull him in for a deep powerful kiss as my left hand massages his dick. My own swollen manhood presses hard into his lower belly. I could feel his tight abs beneath the cotton shirt.

"Mmmmm!" He tenses at first but soon melts in my hands.

"Uhhh...James? James!?" Amanda says behind me, there was no laughter now. "James! James! JAMES! What the fuck James?" If he heard her he gave no indication of it. His arms wrap around me and hold me tight.

I kiss him long and hard before finally pulling away.

As our lips parted he lets out a long sigh, his hot breath washed over my face. "Ohhhhh!" He looks up at me with wide eyed wonder, utterly captivated by me as I was him.

I ask him once more as I tighten my hand around the back of his neck with rising desire. "Do you want to suck it?"

Without a word he simply nods his head up and down.