Page 211 of Roberto

Roberto got undressed.

Like earlier with his cock, I thought maybe he’d been hiding his body because he was embarrassed.

Maybe he was pudgy…

Althoughthatdidn’t seem likely, given his lean, sculpted face.

I didn’t have much to go onotherthan his face; the only other visible parts of his body were his hands. (Well, them and his gorgeous cock.)

Everything else he kept hidden under his perfectly tailored suit.

If he was a bit overweight, it wouldn’t have bothered me in the slightest.

However… just like with his cock…

Reality exceeded expectations.

By quite a bit.

When he pulled off his shirt, I just stared.

His body was lean and muscular – more wiry soldier than bodybuilder.

Large biceps… firm pecs…

And his six-pack abs were so pronounced that they cast shadows in the candlelight.

Despite my very recent mind-blowing orgasm, I started getting aroused all over again.

And then he turned around.

His shoulders were broad, and his back was powerful –

But the skin across his shoulder blades was streaked with dozens of crisscrossing scars.

Some were long tracks…

Others were small gouge marks.

They were old and healed over, but the sight was still alarming.

He hadn’t mentioned that he liked being beaten or whipped –

So where the fuck had they come from?

My mind immediately leapt to the worst possibility:

Child abuse.

“What’s on your back?” I asked as neutrally as I could.

“Scars,” he said, not looking at me as he pulled off his pants.

As I walked over to him, I took an appraising look at his lower half.

Powerful, muscular thighs…

Well-developed calves…

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