Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck. That’s hot
“What do you think, Sir? Too much leather?” He turns around and sticks out his ass for my inspection.
“I …I uh…buh… I’ve forgotten how to English.”
Tag: dat ass
He’s merely 20, but even through the lens his dominance burns like a blacklight flame. He’s here to get photographed for his commencement ceremony as the youngest master to be admitted to the West Coast Masters Guild. I don’t doubt that. Over the years I have put the camera between myself and a good hundred leather daddies and dominatrix queens but none with this energy. He doesn’t need heavy outfits or a carpet of hair. Even in just black jeans and suspenders, the hard edge to his stare demands you obey him. Since he can’t see me on the other-side of the camera, my eyes roam over the concave lines of his waist and young beauty of his long face. I swallow hard and press the shutter release as my cock drips into my briefs.
His mom has gone to the store to pick up some extra things for dinner; his father could be home any minute. I’m over at his house, meeting my boyfriend’s parents over a three day weekend. We’re both in college and in love in the most stupid ways, and oh yeah did I mention we’re both horny as rabbits? The second her car pulled away, I push against him and we crash into the closed piano, kissing furiously.
Ours shirt go flying so we’re body to body, me grinding my erection against his thigh. He groans and reaches back to squeeze my ass hard, and when I say hard I mean he’s a pitcher on our college’s softball team. I gasp and jump up onto the balls of my feet and he snickers, nipping at my lip. I cup his neck and stroke his beard with my thumb as we fence with our tongues. Right when I’m distracted with his firm boner against my groin, he guides a wide hand down the inside of my jeans – I never wear underwear – and he then slides a finger right into my ass. I squeal at the intrusion and inhale a sharply, my cheeks flush pink as I sense a wet spot in my jeans.
“You bastard!” I hiss.
He grins at me and pushes it in deeper, “You know my dad could be home any minute… wanna go fuck on my childhood bed? I have Batman bed sheets.”
“Oh baby, you make me so wet. Batman bed sheets? Let me pinch the tip of my cock shut, the cum is just leaking out!”
He throws his head back in laughter. “This is why I love you.”
I smile. “I love you too. Now fuck me or I’m going to greet your dad hard as a rock.”
By the time we hear the garage door open, we’re struggling to rebutton our pants and waft the bedroom free of that sex smell. We catch each-other’s sheepish gaze across the room, and in that moment, I suddenly know that I’m gonna marry him one day.
Orrin gazed at the door again and sighed, resting his cheek on the back of his hand. His boyfriend was supposed to be here nearly an hour ago. His relationship with Chad wasn’t going as he hoped lately. He forgave the slow replies to text messages. He told himself that it was ok if Chad didn’t keep his eyes to himself as long as he was monogamous. Last week Chad got so drunk that he accidentally left Orrin at the bar when he took a cab home.
Despite this, he still liked Chad though , at the heart of things. He had a fantastic body, a heart-melting smile, sharp wit, and had an opinion on everything. He was a magician on the grill, too. They even had the same major at school. Sure their relationship was a little rocky now, but Orrin was an optimist.
The young man checked his phone again. Over an hour. It was his birthday today, and Chad hadn’t given him a card or called or anything. Orrin had told himself maybe he was planning something. When the morning turned into the afternoon without any contact he’d sent Chad a text message: “Did you remember it’s my birthday today? I have a present here for you, you should come claim it.” Chad actually did respond to that one, “K. I’ll come over when I can, babe.”
Chad had been pestering Orrin for penetrative sex since day two of their relationship. Orrin thought his plan was excellent…he could get sex on his birthday, give Chad what he wanted, and perhaps afterwards they’d talk and repair their relationship. Emerge from the bedroom a better couple.
When the clock hit an hour twenty, Orrin received a new text message back: “Hey babe. Not coming. Sorry, I went home with someone last nigh and haven’t left. I can’t really afford to get you anything for your birthday tomorrow anyway. See you around.”
Orrin gaped at his phone. What? No! It wasn’t supposed to be like this! He furiously responded, “You…you can’t break up with me on my birthday!”
“Well your birthday is tomorrow isn’t it?”
“It’s TODAY.”
“Oh…Sorry it didn’t work out.”
This isn’t how it was supposed to be! Orrin threw his cell phone into a pile of laundry. He dropped his underwear he was holding, feeling stupid and embarrassed and ugly. Then, he buried his head in his arms and cried. It felt like there was no one left in the world to love him. This was the worst birthday ever.
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The model is named Den Wok.
Je l’ai déjà dit, je ne suis pas habituellement dans la féminisation des hommes, mais il y a des cas où c’est extrêmement beau et attirant…
I said it already, I’m not really into feminisation of men, but there are cases where it’s extremely beautiful, troubling and attractive…
“beautiful, troubling, and attractive” indeed… that’s a glorious ass.
“feeling nothing | freely speed up | boundin’, steppin’, jumpin’, jumper."
Rump roast from healthy bulls, two-for-one-special! Marinated with exotic oils and hand tenderized until jiggle-soft. See demonstrative clip above.
(The way the tip of his cock is touching the table and resting in a puddle of liquid gives me the vapors for some reason…)
Oh, baby.
Ugh he’s so frustrating! He knows I’m all horned up and want to fuck NOW. Yet he made me grind on him and kiss him and make me beg like a little whore. Finally finally, he agreed to go to the bedroom where I eagerly scramble to the bed and pull my legs back… and that’s when he decides that nooo he wants to get fully nude instead of just whipping his cock out and fucking me. Undress faster! Faster! My cock is aching over here! When he drops his pants and does this hip thrusts me in his underwear I nearly cum just out of anticipation. “Get over here and fuck meee!” I whine, royally pissed that that cock isn’t in me already.
“What? What about you fucking me?” he jokes, grinning at me, “Don’t you think I have such a cute little ass?” I throw a pillow at him in frustration, “If you don’t thrust your cock up my ass in 10 seconds I will get off this bed, tackle you, and fuck myself on you! Then, I’m going to spank your balls with a crop for making me wait.”
That got an eyebrow raise but his mouth slides into one of those sarcastic little smiles again, “I love it when you’re bitchy.” Within 10 seconds, he’s sending me to heaven.
Cayden Clark
Hey look it’s the team captain from the other team!