Coveting My Neighbor's Ass - Part Four


by Stone <StoneP@mail.usa.com>

So there we were - Reverend Dan in his white shirt and tight white briefs lying bellydown on his workbench, butt well displayed at the edge, legs spread, me standing gripping his ass in my hand, thumb pressing the cotton against his hole, fingertips noodling around on his balls from behind. I tightened the grip and felt the tip of my thumb just entering his hole. Ah it was hot and moist in there, I would bet!

I stayed still like that, with a hold on the well put together fellow. He squirmed slightly which only gave my thumb deeper access into his fundament. His fine-looking big buttocks were trying to engulf my hand! Wonderful!

So what next? Should I lay the yardstick across his butt with the briefs still in place or mortify him by first taking them down? Well, in actuality what I decided upon was a sort of compromise. I removed my hand, and stepped back.

Betraying his desire, I think, he asked timidly, "Is that all?"

His choice of words made clear that he wanted more! More he would get! Hopefully just a bit more than he wanted!

"Ah no, not at all, son!" I reassured him and stepped back up behind him. Facilely taking hold of the back of the waistband of his briefs I lowered to just the very bottom of his butt. He gasped. Oh, this was nowhere NEAR the exposure he would eventually experience! But I wanted him to shudder at every nerve-wracking stage of his seduction, just as I enjoyed every stage. Why hurry it along?

What a fine pink pair of globes were now at my disposal! He flexed them and held them tight. He feared the worse: that with legs spread I might see his little hole. His man hole! As indeed I did for an instant before the buttcheeks squeezed tight together! I slapped them once smartly.

"Relax, boy!" I said. "You belong to me now! You may hide nothing!"

Nervy man, he still held his butt tightly clenched! I slapped again harder! Still no release! Another swat of the hand and yet he held on!

"This will NOT do!" I warned him. I stood looking closely - so closely he could no doubt feel my hot breath rushing across the heated flush of his backside - but no relaxation took place.

The yardstick was the thing, what he needed to compel his relaxation. I grabbed it and let go with a volley of hard whacks which caused him to whimper and cry out and quite forget that he was trying to protect the tiny fortress of his hole. Now at least the cheeks relaxed and parted slightly.

I stopped. I emitted a satisfied sigh. There was the little hole, with a ring of hair - not gray like the thick straight bristly hair on his head, darker - surrounding it and even the hole itself now appeared to be relaxed. He was focused solely on his pain! Excellent!

I made reassuring sounds to him stepping up closer, leaning over the table to look at his face. It was scarlet, as red as his buttocks, his eyes clenched tight shut with tears still dribbling from them. I wondered where else he might be dribbling now and what color the hair near THAT part of his body would prove to be! "Prove" because indeed I would see that manly part before this experience were over!

Still looking at his face and calming him with my deep voice, I petted his butt with my left hand. The skin felt perfectly smooth and hot enough to warm my heart and quicken my pulse. I took one cheek in hand and pulled at it slightly to further part the twins of muscle and fat, dodging my fingertips into his crack again, finding his hole.

Ah, I was right. No longer was there resistance! His hot little portal welcomed my digital invasion. I slipped the tip of my middle finger inside and wiggled it slightly causing him to moan and wriggle on the table.

I liked this! I stepped back behind him again and used both hands to open his butt wide so that I could lean down and look closely at his hole. I found it appealing. Appealing enough to invite me to flick my tongue over it.

Then though I thought, that it was past due for his denudement to be complete.

"Drop down off the table, son," I commanded him kindly but most firmly. He did not hesitate, using both hands to push himself off.

"Get that little shirt of yours off, quickly!" I ordered him and he complied. Compliance was a behavior I liked a lot in him! It made my _c_o_c_k_ stiffen to its maximum length and girth and I'm sure it dribbled out some liquid announcements of intent.

He dropped the shirt to the floor, I think eagerly if the truth were to be admitted. I stepped away from him, looking him up and down. His white briefs were still covering most of his hard _c_o_c_k_. Only the fat red head of it protruded and it was not stationary. Sliding in the slime it had produced on his belly, it throbbed noticeably. I took it in my rude hand and pulled at it, which caused him to step forward and his briefs to pull away in front. I liked the resistance the elastic of the underwear produced in his rubbery _c_o_c_k_. He liked it too, I would surmise from the amount of pre-cum trickling from the slit of his _c_o_c_k_!

"Now get those little pants down!"


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