Lush in Lace

-Leyland-

For everything in front of me, I was not prepared at all.Scott Lush's erect penis was thick and big, surrounded by layers of lace, and his round buttocks were divided into two by a thin rope.It was almost impossible to pretend that I wasn't swayed by his masculinity.What made it even more tormenting was that I had to guard the door for him outside, listening to him moan with pleasure while jerking off.

damn it!I might just die like this, I thought to myself.On the night of my brother's wedding, his balls were turned green with dissatisfaction, and he still owed Scott Lush $1000.How sad.

This wedding should be the perfect time to fish for ass - all weddings are - however, as much as I hate to admit it, since the moment Scott rolled back into town all I wanted was his sexy butt.

Hold!I curse again.What the hell was I thinking, to let him wear stockings and panties?

But then again, I really thought Lush would look ridiculous in lace—too muscular, bulky, and masculine.Unfortunately, none of this has anything to do with the truth.The bright white lace formed a perfect contrast with Scott's slightly dark skin, softening his tough muscle lines and making him look fragile.

For so many years, I foolishly thought that my penchant for men wearing stockings and lace stemmed from my inner desire to dominate and control.And tonight, watching Scott, I realized the truth: the lace and stockings did nothing to diminish his masculinity, but made him appear more confident.Even in lace, Scott exudes an overwhelming aura.Nothing turns me on more than that, and I could just watch him for the rest of my life and die with a smile on my face.What a pity I never had that chance again.

During dinner and toasts, I was distracted and haunted by Scott's presence in that little pantry.It was only when Jamie and BJ stood up to speak that I turned my attention back to the wedding a little.Listening to them speak of their true love for each other made me even more melancholy, which is not a good thing for me, who is vulnerable at this stage.

I have to admit that BJ's speech was very moving, especially since he has always been more rational than Jamie.Not only what BJ said, but also the way he looked at my brother so sincerely when he spoke, that the eyes of all the people present were wet.

BJ shared some moving moments from their lives.He started with their first chess match, and he knew from then on that he and Jamie would always be connected to each other. BJ talks about the night his mother died and Jamie put his arms around him for the first time, comforting him.He relives their awkward first kiss on the backyard swing, throwing up from the tension and excitement. BJ told the funny things that Jamie has done over the years, making the whole room laugh.He spoke fondly of Jamie's impulsive behavior, wishing his husband would keep his childlike enthusiasm so he wouldn't turn into a grumpy old man.

The real tearjerker, however, is the moment when BJ looks at Jamie and thanks him—not only for being his best friend, but for taking the courage to love him.He told us that Jamie never tried to get him to change, which meant a lot to him.Then BJ looked at us and wished that we too could find someone to love as deeply as he loved Jamie.His words are powerful, especially for a room full of gay-loving men and women.We stood and cheered and clinked our glasses, and wiped away our tears with off-white linen napkins, even Scott once or twice.

After the speech, I headed to the bar, thinking that being too hungover to get an erection might save me from fantasizing about Scott, but it didn't really help.Every time I look at him, I can see his huge cock wrapped in lace, and I can recall the little moans that came through the door when he came, and my cock doubles just thinking about it swell up.

Fuck!

The only consolation for me is that, as the night wore on, Scott looked more and more ill, and I lost count of how many times he had gone to the bathroom.It stands to reason that his discomfort would make me somewhat guilty, but I didn't.All I could feel was lust and dissatisfaction.

I also noticed that Scott hadn't touched a drop of wine all night.This is another reminder of how different we are.As far as I know, Scott's biological father died of alcoholism. He never told me about his personal affairs. I only knew about his past from BJ or Jamie. BJ said Scott and his mother were verbally abused during his father's final years.I guess that's why he never drank, not even the year he graduated from high school when everyone was going clubbing with fake IDs.

As the night wore on and the festivities died down, I knew it was time to get both of us out of our current predicament.When I found Scott, he was alone on the patio with his butt leaning against the ornate metal railing.I could just throw in the towel, quit the game and walk away.But when I met his deep green eyes, I knew I couldn't let him go, at least one last time, to see what I'd paid dearly for.

I walked up to him, his gaze warily fixed on me until I stopped within inches of him.Neither of us spoke, as if unwilling to disrupt the brief peace that hovered between us.

I worked up my courage and reached for his belt buckle.

"You, what are you doing?" He whispered nervously.

The whiskey gave me enough courage to move on. "Just to check," I replied, hooking my fingers around the waistband of his trousers and opening a slit.Thankfully, my eyes had adjusted to the darkness enough to see his cock still dormant in the lace.

Scott stiffened and held his breath, and I took one last chance to see as much as I could.

"Satisfied?" He whispered hoarsely, breaking the brief silence.

"not yet."

I let go of his pants and moved closer to him.He was trapped between the railing behind him and my body, with no escape.Scout could have easily pushed me away, even though we were the same height, but his massive frame made me look like a dwarf, but he didn't move.

I took the silence as encouragement and wrapped my arms around his waist.He tensed up again as I slid my hand down his trousers, through the elastic of his thong.But he still didn't stop me, so I stretched out my fingers and stroked his warm buttocks, exploring the secret hole he hid under the sparse fabric.

I held my breath, because I was afraid that the big man would beat me up at any moment or something, so I stopped before touching his secret part.I only dare to think about that place in my dream, damn it, maybe this is a dream?

No, this is too real.Countless sensations stimulated my senses, clamoring that this is definitely not a dream.

I smell Scott's sweet and spicy scent mixed with sweat from a night of dancing on the dance floor.His heat engulfed me, keeping us warm in the cool night air.His rapid and chaotic breath sprayed on my neck, which brought a slight itching, and then passed into my ears, like a drum beating.He's pretty much invisible, which makes me wonder - why?

Why did Scott let me touch him?

Why does he act like he likes me touching his ass?

Also, why is his cock so hard against my thigh?

But I will not waste my precious time guessing the answer, I will do as much as possible to him, and the consequences will be discussed later.

With one hand on the railing, I followed the string all the way down the buttocks with the other.I couldn't get too far in, his legs were too tight together.

"Let me touch it." I whispered boldly around his neck.

Again to my surprise, Scott spread his legs so that I could get closer to the tight folds - still closed, but alluring. "You've been very good tonight, Scott." I praised him, and my hands began to caress his most private entrance.

"Uh...uh..." He moaned, trembling against my body.

"I like your sweet and lovely voice."

I kept rubbing and rubbing his acupuncture points in circular motions, adding a little more pressure each time.Not enough to get into him yet, but enough to let him know that I can get in if I want to.But the hell is, I feel like he'll actually let me in if I show that.

I changed my position and pressed my stiff penis hard against his, in exchange for a soft moan.Hold!He's so big, this size is every gay man's dream.

Scott was leaning against me again and I rubbed against him with my hips twisted, my dicks facing each other through the fabric.

"Don't." When I finally plucked up the courage to rub his acupoints harder, he stopped me.

"Are you sure?" I asked, super wanting to get inside him, if only for the tip of a finger.

He nodded.

I hide my disappointment and move my hand to his buttocks. "You are softer than I thought." I said frankly. "You've got a nice voice, too, Scott. I was wondering what you'd taste like. Sweet and sinful."

He sobbed softly when he heard my words, but I just wanted to give everything to make the fantasy come true.

Unfortunately, a large number of guests swarmed onto the terrace just at this time.I had no choice but to remove my hand and take a step back.

He paused for half a second before pushing me away abruptly, as if he just realized what had just happened.

His push made me stagger back a few steps, separating us even further.If I had to say, I shouldn't have been surprised by his reaction, but I was wrong, especially after he let me do the things he did to him.

"Satisfied?" he said angrily.He asked the question again, but the glint in his eyes was no longer lust, but anger.

"Not at all." I said without regret.At this moment, I can't help but wonder who is Scott mad at, me or himself? "But I think you won, fair and square, Rush."

Hearing me say that, his face turned pale instantly. "Bastard." He angrily knocked me aside and tried to leave.

I didn't expect his rejection to make me so uncomfortable, and I found myself wanting to let him feel hurt too.

"By the way, you have to give those things back to me." I said loudly as soon as he took a few steps.

He stopped and turned to look at me.

I grinned a broad, cruel smile.

"Why?" He was puzzled.

That way I can masturbate with them - if I wanted to be honest I would answer that, but I don't want to. "Those are expensive," I shrugged. "One of my boyfriends might like this."

I swear for a moment he looked hurt, but I figured it must be the alcohol causing my brain to hallucinate.

"Since you like these things so much, why don't you just date girls?" Scott said angrily.

I knew he would never understand me.

"Because girls can't cum in my mouth, girls can't grind my dick with their unshaven jaws while I play their assholes through the lace, and girls can't squirt on me while I cum in their ass On the chest." I said this to frighten him, and to assure myself that Scott Lush was never going to be what I wanted him to be.

My goal has been achieved.

His eyebrows were raised high in surprise, and his mouth formed a perfect oval with an "oh".He was so stunned for a long time, so long that if my mother saw it, she would definitely say that his mouth should never close.

"I'll leave the girl to you, Lush," I growled bitterly, "but after tonight, I'm starting to have some doubts..." I deliberately half-spoken.

"You can pull it down." He retorted contemptuously. "Tonight is just to win this bet, nothing else."

But his words couldn't explain why he responded so warmly to my touch.

"Don't worry, as long as I get the money, I'll give you these pussy things back."

"Tomorrow." I said not to be outdone.

He seemed about to say something more, but just nodded through gritted teeth, and walked straight towards the sliding door.

For some twisted reason, I don't want tonight to end like this. "By the way, you look great in lace, Lush," I said aloud, regardless of the other guests hanging around.

Scott didn't look back at me, but gave me a middle finger, and didn't put it down until his tall figure disappeared in front of the stained glass door leading to the banquet hall.

Despite everything that happened tonight, his reaction made me smile.Scott always seems to surprise me.I found myself wanting to dig deeper about him that I didn't know.Tonight's development is really different from what I planned.

Is it possible for me to have Rush?Dare I imagine this?If it was possible, would I have ruined everything by pressing him so excessively and eagerly?