"Anything you want, sir. My cock. My ass. They're yours. Whatever you want me to do."
Those were the words Scott Thompson wrote to me during our last email exchange. It had only been days since the two of us had partaken in our first CMNM (clothed male, nude male) experience together.
Scott stripped down completely naked for me, allowed me to explore and enjoy every last inch of his body, all while I remained fully clothed.
This was an experience I'd long dreamed of. What I didn't expect was how eager Scott would be for a second encounter.
Scott, with his handsome face, his well-proportioned body that sported perhaps the most amazing bubble butt I have ever seen on a man (and that is saying something) had surprisingly little experience with anal play, even at the age of thirty-five.
But a few hours of combination rimming and fingering had driven him over the edge. He kissed me with such vigor afterwards, still reeling from an amazing sexual high.
Over the next few days, he practically begged to meet with me again. He was so eager that I decided to press my advantage a bit.
I suggested we take things further this time. To the next level, if you will. I became more bold, suggesting things that I knew might scare him away. I waited with baited breath for each response. Yet, respond he did: "Yeah, sure, we can try that, if that's what you want..."
"You can stay the night this time?"
"Yes."
"What about Saturday?"
"I'm free Saturday, yeah. If that's what you'd like me to do..."
He agreed to practically everything. My heart raced when I considered the possibilities.
I began to formulate it in my mind, running it by Scott all the while. Of course, I wanted it to be pleasurable for him, too.
But as with our encounter on Wednesday, he mostly left it up to me. I assumed that he, like myself, was nervous, yet tantalized by where we might take this.
I told him what I wanted and what I expected. He assured me he wouldn't disappoint.
...
At ten to eleven that night, I again sat on my couch sipping red wine. I'd received a text from Scott half an hour before, saying he was on his way.
I drew the blinds on the sliding glass door and turned off the lamp as he'd requested last time, not wanting to "put on a show" for the neighbors.
This time, however, I also pushed my coffee table to the wall near my bookshelf, creating a nice, open space in the center of the living room for him to "perform."
I nearly jumped at the knock at my door. My heart leapt in my chest.
Showtime.
I opened the door and there was Scott, standing a bit awkwardly outside and already blushing. I invited him in, my cock stirring at his very presence.
As requested, he wore the same navy blue sweatsuit with the zipper (easy to take off). He looked exactly the same as on Wednesday with his short brown hair and oval face with light salt-and-pepper stubble.
But through his rimless glasses, I saw that same hunger I'd awakened. His blue eyes held a craving, even a need for what we were about to do.
"Hey there, Jim, right?" He stuck out his hand as if breaking the ice with a coworker.
A jolt went straight to my groin as we shook hands. The very act of making physical contact with him was electrifying.
"Yes, and you're Scott, aren't you?" I echoed his businesslike tone. "I'm just having a glass of wine, would you like one?"
He refused it the last time, but I saw the light in his eyes. He was much more compliant now, and anyway he could stand to loosen up a little. We had a long night ahead of us.
"Yes," he drew in his breath, "yes please, sir, some wine would be good."
I smiled upon hearing the word "sir" again. He was getting himself into the role. I went to the bottle on the kitchen counter where a glass was waiting for him. I filled it up and topped mine off, then carried both glasses to the living room.
We stood making small talk for a few minutes. About our day, about our jobs. Meaningless nothings to pass the time as we sipped our wine.
As the alcohol took effect, I grew more confident in my role and I gazed at him openly, my eyes luridly moving up and down his body. I put a hand on his shoulder and squeezed.
He blushed and shifted his weight nervously as he told me about his line of work. The fabric of his blue sweatpants was starting to rise.
"So, Scott," I said, the tone of my voice dropping an octave, "all those things we talked about before. You're still up for that, right?" My hand dropped from his shoulder to his thigh.
He blushed. Yes...yes I'm up for it..."
"For all of it?"
"Y-yes," he stammered, "for all of it"
"Yes what..?"
"Yes, sir, I'm up for all of it..."
I caressed his thigh. "That's good, Scott. I want you to give me nice, full answers when you respond to me, understand?"
"Yes, sir."
I went and sat our two glasses of wine down on the coffee table by the wall. I removed his rimless glasses so that I could get an unobstructed look at his splendid blue eyes.
Embarrassed, he tried to drop his gaze, but I lifted his chin with my hand so he couldn't look away.
I raised both of his arms and positioned them behind his head, the same as before, like an arrestee. I was taller and stronger than he was, not to mention huskier. It made him easy for me to maneuver.
Still holding his arms, I leaned in for a kiss. He opened his mouth to accept me. I tasted the wine, hot on his breath. But even after assuring me we could kiss as often as I wanted, something in him seemed to resist me.
I have to admit I took pleasure in his reluctance. It provided a challenge. An obstacle I would need to break through.
He made an "mmm" sound as I pushed my tongue deeper in. Our tongues brushed against each other.
Soon, he started to loosen up and submit to me. He closed his mouth around my tongue, accepting it, suckling it.
I loved tasting his mouth, but I was most looking forward to burying my face in his incredible ass again.
I caressed the fabric covering his chest and stomach as we made out. His hands behind his head made his shirt rise, exposing his navel.
A delicious heat churned within me upon seeing that first glimpse of uncovered flesh, knowing I would have him fully naked before long.
I reached down and brushed my fingertips lightly over his bare tummy. It jumped at the sensation. He made an uncomfortable choking sound around my tongue.
I probed a finger into his deep navel. He pulled away from me to let out a giggle. My cock grew harder as I remembered how sensitive his body was to my touch. How unable he was to stop wiggling his ass as I mercilessly teased his hole.
He was really getting hard now. I requested he not wear underwear this time, so his cock was free and pitching a nice tent in those baggy sweatpants.
