Alistair McClair, Seattle's #1 most eligible bachelor, has had a string of horrible breakups. 99 ex-girlfriends to be exact. And now was his time for a new match. But an issue arises in the matchmaking process, linking him up with a man. Alistair se...
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Calvin Fischer
I opened the bathroom door slowly and peaked my head into the bedroom. Alistair was sitting on the bed, twiddling his fingers and nervously looking around the room.
"Are you ready?" I asked. He slightly jumped and turned to me.
"Y-Yeah," His voice carried a bit of a quiver. "I'm ready."
I walked over to the bed and got on, heading to kiss Alistair. Since we've done this before, he was fine with this and kissed me back. I could feel his hands holding back from touching me. I grabbed his hands and placed them on my bottom, to let him slowly get in the mood.
"How much do you know?" I asked him.
"A bit," He replied. "I watched some porn."
"Well, we aren't going to do all that roleplay. Unless you want to..." I teased.
"How about lovers? It would be perfect." He said. God, he look so adorable with his blue eyes looking up at me.
"Lovers it is." I replied.
I reached for my shirt and pulled it off. I then got off the bed and removed the pants I was wearing, leaving me in just my underwear.
"Your turn." I said. Alistair got off the bed and first removed his pants. But he hesitated when removing his shirt.
"I need to tell you something." Alistair muttered. "Remember when I told you that I got into a bike accident at 14?"
"Yeah. You never wanted to get on a bike after that." I said.
"It's because, well," He slowly removed his shirt. Upon removing it, I admired his hard chest, and quickly noticed the large scar on his left pec. It was almost four inches long.
"Oh," I muttered. "Alistair." I walked over to him. I saw Alistair lower his head, bringing his shirt up to hide his scar.
"This is why I don't remove my shirt. Because I am ashamed of my scar." He muttered. I brought my hand up and slick his hair back.
"Look at me, Alistair." I said. "Don't be afraid of your scar. It's beautiful." I said.
"You're just saying that." He replied.
"I'm serious. Your scar adds an additional sexiness to you. Don't ever feel ashamed of it." I said. I slowly removed his shirt and hands from his scar and placed my hand on it. "This is a part of you."
I leaned toward his scar and kissed it. Alistair groaned and brought me closer. I kept assaulting his pec, eventually sucking on his nipples.
"Is this okay?" I asked. He nodded and begged me to continue.
Alistair picked me up and carried me to the bed, where he slammed me down on my back. His chest was rising from his hard breathing.
"Let's do it now." He said. He began to remove my underwear slowly and threw them away. Alistair scanned my hard dick and reached to grab it.
