After a while, Scott increased the pressure. But it didn't exactly hurt, so Tad let it ride.
Scott cleared his throat. "Gonna work some inside you now."
Tad said nothing, just gave a nod.
An extra-large dollop doused his rosette.
"Bear down on my finger."
Tad drew in a breath … then dutifully pushed. A split second later, Scott was inside. Not by much, though. Maybe his finger's first knuckle. It didn't bring back the sting, but the minimal invasion still made Tad clench.
"Relax, babe. It'll feel really good if you do."
Babe? Seriously? Oh, whatever. He could call him buttercup if he'd just make Tad come. Again, he nodded and tried to comply.
Scott eased further inside. "Nice. Half my finger's in you now."
Tad exhaled, getting used to the feel. Scott sank deeper. Tad grunted, squirmed a little, then forced himself to stop. A row of knuckles bumped his right cheek.
"Home sweet home," Scott murmured. "You good?"
Tad nodded a third time, concentrating on keeping his sphincter relaxed. Fuck if he wanted a repeat of before.
"Awesome." Slowly, Scott's finger began to move deep inside Tad's ass. Tad stilled at the strange sensation. He could feel Scott probing him, feeling him out. Within a matter of seconds, the guy grazed something-
Tad jerked with a start. "Whoa."
Scott chuckled. "Jackpot." He nudged the spot again... then gave it a couple strokes.
Tad's ass clenched up in delirious bliss. "Oh, God," he groaned. "What are you doing?"
"Fondling your G."
Tad winced at the thought. Great. Scott just found "the infamous prostate." But son of a bitch, it did feel good. Fantastic even. Scott fell into teasing it nice and slow, making Tad deliriously restless. His cock pulsated up and down its shaft. His nut sac protested against its bind. Scott's finger grew more persistent, making Tad downright throb with need. In no time, Tad morphed into an undulating fool.
"Scott," he panted. "Oh, fuck. Oh, shit."
"Yup," Scott chuckled huskily. "Pretty much." But he didn't relent. If anything, he moved even faster. Tad couldn't stop the grunts from tumbling free. His cock pulsed faster as his tightening balls tried to lift. A pressure was building; the kind that made a man want to rapturously explode.
Scott slipped free, only to return with more lube … and another finger. Tad hissed at the larger intrusion, but was quickly distracted when the duo found their mark. And fuck, did they work great as a team. Scott's row of knuckles pressed against both cheeks. His palm must be facing down now while his fingers swiveled and pumped.
Tad moaned unabashedly. With his blindfold on, each sensation was intoxicatingly separate … and unbelievably intense. He could actually feel the pads of Scott's fingertips stroking his secret nub. Prodding, teasing, rubbing, delving. Every nerve in his ass felt alive, each graze like an incessant tongue tormenting his cock. Soon he was squirming so damn hard, Scott all but laughed out loud.
"Fuck, Tad. You're a wanton thing. Jesus, look at you go."
"Scott," Tad mewled. "You're driving me insane. I need to come so bad."
"Mmm … I know."
But of course, his fingers didn't stop. Tad's mouth fell open as he gasped for air, his dick now twitching to each of Scott's strokes. His balls were so constricted they had to be blue, bound too tight for release.
"Please," he begged, lungs heaving in his chest.
"Soon." Again, the shifting sound of Scott sinking to his knees. Hot breath whispered across Tad's genitals. Fingers slowing, Scott's free hand grasped Tad's rock-hard erection and pulled it to his lips. He drew in its crown and started to suck.
A long, strained groan rolled up Tad's throat. "Ohhhhh God … ." Deeper his length sank into Scott's mouth. Harder the suction grew. Instinctively Tad's tensed hips started to pump. He could feel Scott's nose bumping his sac, and a nose never felt so good.
Tad swiveled his pelvis, needing more speed, faster friction. Scott purred in approval. The sound sent vibrations up his dick's thick, pulsing vein, to culminate atop his head. Again Tad moaned, eyes rolling swiftly back. Scott's mouth, his tongue-and those two wicked fingers-were driving him insane. His cock bucked, hitting Scott's teeth.
So close. He was so fucking close.
"Take that thing off my nuts!"
A muffled "Mmm" was Scott's only reply.
"Please!" Tad croaked.
Scott slowed to a stop, then relinquished his treat.