Joe made his thrusts slow and deliberate as he looked down between their bodies to watch their cocks slide against each other. The contrast was glorious. Glancing up at their hands sent an extra wave of pleasure rushing through Joe’s veins; Scott’s wrists in cuffs were dazzling too.
Scott tossed his head back. His occasional moans and whimpers became a steady stream. Within what felt like moments, they grew into a raging torrent. Scott thrust his hips up off the table in jerky little movements that were obviously beyond his control.
Without any warning, Joe was caught up in the same river of ecstasy Scott seemed to have been swept away by.
It was no pretty little brook that people picnicked alongside. White water rapids surrounded Joe and tossed him against the rocks. His hearing cut out, overpowered by the roar of an upcoming waterfall. Joe’s eyes dropped closed.
Scott cried out as he tumbled over the falls. The sound seemed to come from a very long way away. Joe grabbed hold of Scott’s wrists, determined not to lose him in the deep, swirling pool at the base of the drop.
Joe’s own yell was drowned out by the pounding in his ears as he came, thrusting violently against Scott’s crotch as they both spilled their loads between them.
As he finally stopped, gasping for breath and still barely able to get his head above the surface of the water, Joe slumped forward, letting his full weight come to rest against Scott.
* * * * *
Scott tried to breathe. It wasn’t easy, but very little of that was down to the pressure of Joe’s body-weight on his chest. Scott wasn’t sure it was physically possible to drown in pleasure, but the bliss that had swirled through him had takenhis breath away and made his head spin, just as if he were deep underwater.
They were pressed together so tightly, Scott could feel every beat of Joe’s heart. He could almost swear their pulses had fallen into sync as they remained there recovering together. Even if he’d been free to sit up, Scott wouldn’t have had the desire to move—especially when he was exactly where he knew he belonged.
Turning his head slightly, Scott brushed his cheek against Joe’s hair. It was the only kind of caress at his disposal. In his mind’s eye he could easily picture the thick black hairs that covered Joe’s head. They decorated most of his body too, far more sparsely in some areas than others, but still…
Scott took a deep breath. The only place where his own, far fairer, body hair had been really thick and noticeable was around his cock and balls, and now…
Joe made a pleased sound in the back of his throat as he straightened up. An unpleasant chill ran through Scott as cooler air replaced the heat from Joe’s body, but Scott knew better than to ask to be allowed up straight away.
He’d be freed as and when Joe wanted to release him—not before. And that was fine with Scott. Leaning back against the bench, trying not to wonder how insane he had to look—bald, spread-eagled, and cum-stained—Scott took a deep breath and let it out very slowly.
He listened for the sounds of Joe straightening up his clothing. Instead, he felt Joe’s hand came to rest on his stomach.
Scott lifted his head. “J-Joe?”
“Yeah?”
What are you doing?But by the time Scott had the words lined up in his head, there was no reason for him to ask. He’d already realised what Joe was doing. He was rubbing both loads of their cum into Scott’s skin.
Slowly, carefully, as if determined not to miss a single smudge of semen, Joe massaged it all in. Across Scott’s stomach, and down over his cock and balls, it seemed to Scott as if Joe gave his complete attention to applying a nice even coating all across his body, ensuring it would soak in perfectly.
A whimper escaped from the back of Scott’s throat. He’d never really thought of cum as something a man might use to mark his territory, but he had no doubt that was what Joe was doing.
The scent of their combined pleasure hung in the air all around them, and Scott knew it would cling to his skin until he took his next shower. Any man who got too close to him in the meantime would be bound to smell the scent of sex and satisfaction all over him; and then the guy would know that Scott had already been claimed by a man who knew how to make him cum like never before. He’d know Scott had no need of another lover.
Eventually, Joe seemed to be done. Scott sensed him step back. Then came the familiar rustle of clothes that Scott had been waiting for. Scott had no idea how long he was left in his bondage before it finally pleased Joe to free him. In truth, he was lost in far too much of a post-orgasm daze to really care.
Even when Joe guided his legs off whatever they’d been trapped by, Scott was content to let Joe move his limbs in whatever way he chose. Joe soon freed Scott’s arms too. Scott sat up and reached for the blindfold, his movements stiff after his arms had been held in the same position for so long.
“No. Get dressed first.” Joe pushed Scott’s clothes into his hands.
“But…?”
Joe laughed. “Did you really think I was joking about not letting you see yourself tonight?”
Scott looked down, as if it were possible for him to see the clothes in his arms.
“Get dressed,” Joe ordered again.
Scott clumsily began to obey.
“Tonight or f-f-forever?” he stuttered out, when he was half dressed.
