What A Boy Needs

James peels out of his briefs and socks and wastes no time hurrying to the bed as I had ordered him. I cannot help but smile as, without any instruction to do so, he puts one knee up on the mattress and bends forward to immediately offer me his ass. He was an eager little twink. Not that I blamed him. Life in the closet was a frustrating ordeal, or so I'd heard. Arching his back and lifting his butt he peered back at me over his shoulder with fire in his pretty blue eyes.

I loved the way his lean muscles moved as he bent and twisted. His fit pale body would make the marble sculptures of Greek antiquity green with envy. Like mine his was a body gifted by genetics and earned through long hours in the gym. His ass alone...oh dear lord! It was perfect. Absolutely fucking perfect. Round, shapely, smooth, not too big, not too flat, firm yet yielding, clean as a whistle and not a hair to be seen. The anus a flawless tawny quarter sized starfish pointed straight at me.

My blonde haired dream boy was bent over and waiting for me. My cock began to swell once more. James' eyes flare wide as sees this.

"Mmm." Biting his bottom lip he beckons me to take him. "Fuck me." He whispers.

Usually my size, particularly my meaty girth, gave my partners pause, but this boy was fearless. I already knew his bravery did not come from experience, it was the adorable overconfident naivete of a virgin. While it only made me want him all the more I knew this meant that I would have to take it slow and gentle with him, at least at first. I prayed he could handle me.

I move in behind and right away grab a handful of his tush and give it a good hard squeeze like only another man can.

"Uhhh!"

His moan is music to my ears. With my other hand I lay it flat over the small of his back and stroke it up alongside his spine. His narrow midsection arches as my palm glides across. About midway up I guide my hand up along the edge of his lat, feeling the firm muscle shift beneath my fingers, then up to his shoulder where I grip it firmly. Holding him in place I twist my closer hand to bring the tip of my middle finger within a hair's breadth of his hole, I could feel the warmth emanating off of it.

With a teasingly light touch I tap it a few times and feel it twitch.

"OH GOD!" He gasps, even though I had barely done anything yet.

"Wifey never played with you like this?" I ask already knowing the answer.

He shake his head. "No Sir."

"Wifey never even ate you out or stuck a finger in?" I tenderly rub his asshole in a circular motion. "Nothing?"

"Ohhh, no Sir. Nothing."

"Dumb cunt, doesn't even know how to look after her man." I have to fight a smile as I see Amanda squirm out of the corner of my eye. She wanted humiliation tonight, just not her own. All she can do is sit there and endure it, after our warning earlier she doesn't dare make a peep. "Don't worry my pet, I'll give you what you need."

"Mmm! Oh Alex!"

My jaw clenches and I have to look away from him for a moment, hearing my true name come from his lips was a powerful aphrodisiac. My resurgent manhood lurches again, already mostly hard despite just nutting a bit ago. My head snaps back to look James in the eyes. Quick as a whip the hand I had on his shoulder darts over to grab a handful of his soft shoulder length blonde hair. I grip it tight and **** him roughly downward until the side of his face is mashed into the mattress at the same moment stab my finger against, but not into, his tacky dry sphincter.

"Ahh!" He yelps. "God yes!"

"You can struggle if you want boy." I hiss through my wide grin.

"Sir?"

Smack! I give his ass a quick spank then grab it again, my long thick fingers splayed out over his round buttock. I shove his hips too down into the bed, letting him get a small taste of my greater strength.

"You heard me. Go ahead and fight. I promise I won't hurt you, not much anyway."