Page 56 of Glow

“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 earlierso 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.”