Chapter 15

Scott stared at himself in the mirror. He'd chosen his black jockstrap and he looked damned good in it.

"Fuck, I hope this isn't too much," he said to himself in the mirror. "Mind you, it's best he learns early on. When am I never too much?"

A knock at the door interrupted the conversation he was having with his reflection.

"Shit," Scott said.

It was too late now. Prin was outside. Scott ran over to the door and peered through the spyhole. It was indeed his new lover.

"Code phrase, please," Scott called out.

"Come on," Prin said. "Open up."

"Code phrase," Scott repeated.

He took another chance to spy on Prin. To his joy, a couple were coming out of the room opposite them.

Prin sighed. "I'm a dildo pilferer."

Scott collapsed into hysterics and pulled open the door dramatically. When he saw the expression of shock on the couple's face, he remembered he was practically naked.

"Oh my God," he screamed.

He yanked Prin inside the room and slammed the door. They were both falling about laughing.

"Her face," Scott said, holding his sides.

Prin straightened up. Scott watched him as he took in the outfit. What there was of it.

"You look incredible," Prin said, biting his bottom lip. "Come here."

"Not so fast," Scott replied. "I've got a surprise for you."

Taking Prin's hand, Scott took him over to the bed. On it Scott had laid out a black leather paddle.

"I have a confession to make," Scott said.

"Oh yes?"

"When I was searching for my sock this morning, I saw what you keep underneath your sofa."

Prin looked like a deer caught in the headlights. He backed away. "You don't have to," Prin said. "I should have moved them."

Scott grabbed his hands and held him close. He could feel Prin's heart beating underneath his thin shirt.

"Hey, I'm serious," Scott said. "Another confession. I've never done anything like this before so I'm the one who should be scared."

"You've never?—"

"Don't you start," Scott cut in. He kissed Prin. The taste of those lips would never get old.

The kiss intensified. Now Scott had got to grips with a bit of slap and tickle, he was ready to get going.

"Strip," he ordered.

Prin obeyed. Scott sat on the edge of the bed and watched him. He opened his shirt to reveal that lithe body that Scott loved to run his hands over. Scott's dick sprang to life. He readjusted himself.

"Wow," Prin said. "I do feel powerful."

He kicked his shoes off and dropped his trousers. Standing there in white socks and white briefs, he was good enough to eat. Scott had half a mind to forget about the paddle and fuck Prin into the middle of next week.

All in good time.

Instead he nodded at Prin, who let his briefs fall to the floor. His long cock already hard. Now that was too much temptation to bear. Scott dropped to his knees and devoured him. Prin staggered away, using the wall for support.

Scott didn't care. He needed him too much.

He sucked greedily. Prin moaned and ran his hands through Scott's hair. As Scott tasted Prin's salty precum, he dragged his nails down Prin's thighs.

Suddenly, Scott stood up. They crashed together. Scott pressed Prin against the wall as they sought the other's mouths. Scott couldn't get enough of him. He thrust his tongue into Prin's mouth.

Prin dug his fingers into Scott's muscles, pulling him closer. Their bodies melding as one.

"Fuck," Scott exhaled. "You are too fucking sexy. Now give me that ass."

"How do you know I'm the one who likes getting paddled?"

Scott reached around and cupped Prin's ass cheeks with both hands. "Call it an educated guess."

Placing a hand on Scott's chest, Prin pushed him away. Wordlessly, he crawled onto the bed and got onto all fours.

Naked except for his old-school American football socks, he was perfection. Scott took him all in. From his slender arms to his gorgeous cock still rock solid down to his hairy toned legs.

"Very nice indeed."

With a slight flutter in his chest, Scott walked up to the bed and picked up the paddle. He'd had a practice on his leg earlier so had an idea how hard to go. Really he didn't know what the fuck he was doing.

When has that ever stopped me?

With a swing he landed a perfect shot. Prin let out a moan.

"Too hard?"

"Don't be so soft."

He aimed another at Prin's other butt cheek. The crack sounded around the room.

"Oh, fuck yeah," Prin said. "More."

Scott's hard-on had become painful. He wriggled out of his jockstrap and thew it on the chair.

The freedom was bliss.

"Come here," Prin said.

He did. Prin shifted and took him in his mouth. Scott sighed as Prin enveloped his cock with his hot wet mouth. He bucked his hips gently.

Glancing down, Scott saw Prin's arse was red. He leant across and stroked it.

Scott moved away, letting his dick drop. Prin looked up at him. "Now stop fucking about and paddle my arse."

"Bloody hell," Scott replied. "Am I not the dominant one?"

"Why? Because you have the paddle?" Prin asked. "You've a lot to learn."

With no intention of losing face at this point, Scott resumed with the paddle. Each strike made him hornier, made all the more by the way Prin responded. His pleasure gave Scott power.

He'd never experienced this before. Not that he was a selfish lover but with Prin his focus felt different.

When he could take no more, he threw the paddle down.

"I also brought condoms," Scott said. "Can I?"

"Yes."

Scott dove into his open bag and grabbed the condoms and lube. His hands shaking with urgency.

Prin's ass was bright red now. Scott kissed his butt cheek.

He moved off and ripped the wrapper. Deftly he got the condom out and rolled it on.

Scott ran his fingers over Prin's back. He hated not having contact with him for too long.

He squeezed some lube onto his fingers and lightly rubbed it over Prin's hole, making him shiver.

"Oh yeah," he murmured.

Scott slipped a finger inside him. Prin's ass was tight. Slowly he explored, gently stretching him. Prin rocked to and fro. Scott couldn't wait much longer.

He had to be patient. He wanted Prin to be absolutely ready for him.

He pulled his finger out. After applying more lube, he pushed two fingers inside Prin.

"That okay?"

"Yes."

Scott rubbed against Prin's prostate. This made him tense all the more.

"Fuck me, Scott. Please. I need you."

"Get on your back," Scott said. "I want to see you."

Prin rolled over. He winced as his ass touched the bed.

"Are you okay?" Scott asked.

"Fine but in desperate need right now."

After a last slick of lube, Scott got onto the bed.

This was much more familiar territory for him. He took hold of Prin's ankle and spread his legs. With his other hand, he guided his cock. Scott knew he was well hung and that came with a responsibility. He'd been on the receiving end of more than one large cock with an irresponsible owner. That shit hurt.

Gently yet firmly he pushed his way inside Prin. All the while he maintained eye contact. Doing his best to show to Prin that he could trust him. It made his heart dance when he saw that trust being returned.

Prin exhaled and his body opened up to Scott. He gasped as his cock slid in. Prin cried out and reached for Scott's hand. He squeezed it.

"That feels so fucking good."

Scott held his position, revelling in the heat from Prin's body. Slowly he moved his hips, the friction sending shivers up his spine. Prin tugged at his own cock.

"I need to come," Prin said. "Fuck me."

Scott held on to both of Prin's ankles for support. He fucked him hard. Prin was writhing below. Scott couldn't take his eyes off him. Then Prin arched his body.

"Oh fuck," he stammered.

"Come, baby."

Prin tensed as the cum fell out of him. His ass contracted around Scott's cock, tipping him over the edge.

"Jesus," he cried out.

Wave after wave of white-hot pleasure crashed over him. Scott gripped Prin's ankles as his body convulsed. After the last shockwave had passed, he almost fell off the bed.

"Bloody hell," he said.

He yanked the condom off and threw it in the bin. In two steps he got on the bed and scooped a trembling Prin up in his arms.

"That was incredible," Prin managed.

They lay there for what seemed like ages. Scott revelled in the peace. Just stroking Prin's arms and smelling his hair.

Suddenly, Prin shivered.

"Are you cold?" Scott asked, kissing his head.

"A little."

"Let's get under the covers."

They got off the bed.

"Wait," Scott said as Prin was about to dive under the duvet.

"What?"

Once more, Scott went into his bag. This time he produced a tube of Pleasure Seekers After Spank cream.

Prin was touched. "You have done your research."

"Correct. Now come here."

Prin did as he was told. Scott squeezed a generous amount on his fingers and tenderly applied it to Prin's ass cheeks.

"That feels nice," Prin said.

"Don't get any ideas," Scott replied. "Some of us are the wrong side of thirty."

"The hazards of dating an older man."

Hearing him say that made Scott's heart soar. He stood up and wrapped his arms around Prin's waist.

"I'll give you a run for your money in every race, Prin Lum, and don't you forget it."