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empusa6:

“Are you taking photo of my pussy?”
“Hell yes I am. It’s one of the most beautiful things I’ve seen in my life.”
“Aaahhh Papi, you’re so sweet. Making me even more horned up talking like that.”
“You have such a gift, Carlos. Much like a gorgeous cake, it almost seems sacrilegious to wreck it.”
“But Papi, if you don’t, then all the hard put into making it gorgeous goes to waste doesn’t it? It’d be such a shame if no one got to take a bite and taste it.”
John put his phone down and made circles on Carlos’s butt with his palms. “It would be a shame,” he sighed. “If I showed my friends this photo of your ass and told them I hadn’t fucked it, they would commit me to a mental asylum.”
“I promise you my ass will be so good, and your cock will love it so much, you’ll end up there anyway. Driven insane but how tight and perfect my ass is.”
“Is that why you were available? Cause you had to commit another client?”
Carlos laughed. “No, most of my clients are out of town. A lot of them are married you know, have to go home to families for Christmas.”
“Well I’m IN town because of Hannukah. So that worked out.”
“Married?”
“No. I thought about it, but no. Someone has to breed and seed men who need cock like plants need water, and I’m not wasting any time deny myself that fun.”
Carlos exhaled a shaky breath and broke out into goosebumps. “Madre de dios, I love a confident alpha man. Fuck, I’m even hornier now. Breed and seed me, Papi. Take me really hard.”
“You think your bed can hold us?”
“The bedframe is steel,” Carlos bragged.
“Damn straight it is.” John pulled back the thong string and let it snap back. Carlos yipped. "Alright, let’s cut the cake. What flavor is it?”
“Horchata,” Carlos purred.
John cupped his bulge and stroked it, making Carlos shiver. “That sounds about right – I do like the size of this cinnamon stick.”
“Oh papi~ please fuck me I’m begging you!”
John hadn’t let go of Carlos as he leaned over to run his tongue along side the thong string. “Alright alright, but first, a taste…”

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thethongkingdom:

“Let me ask you a question, boy.”
Matty turns to look at the muscular man leaning against the counter. “Yes?”
“If you turned that bottle upside, you think you could fit it inside of you?”
Matty straightens up. “Well, that’s a hell of a question.”
He sneers. “I’m just asking, cause if you can, then I know you’ll be able to take me.” He grips his crotch for emphasis.
Matty rolls his eyes. He finishes his bottle and sets it down on the bar. “I’d say take it first and let me know, but I’m guess you already can, cause you’re clearly full of yourself.” He walks away, and can hear the man’s friends groaning and laughing behind him.

Matty spots a familiar face across the bar who coaxes him over with a crooked finger.
“Hey Matty.”
“Hey Dan.” Matty sits sideways on his lap. He was a bigger guy, in his 60s, so there was more than enough room for a twink to fit.
Dan caresses Matty’s thigh with his hand. “Did you make yourself an enemy over there?”
“Maybe. No one understands that I’m a slut, not a whore,” Matty pouts.
Dan chuckles. “There’s a level of finesse there that meatheads will never understands.”
Matty sighs. “I can’t imagine what women have to deal with.”
“The fact they don’t kill more men is something we don’t appreciate as a society.”
Matty giggles. “Wasn’t that the premise of your last book?”
“Oh you did read it?”
“Of course I did. The politics were a little confusing, but the action was good.”
“I’m pleased to hear that. I’m writing the sequel right now.”
“Ooooo. Insider knowledge. Let me know if you want a proofreader.”
Dan takes a sip of his beer. “That’s kind of you to offer. Rick gets first read, but I always need more eyes.”
“Is he coming to visit soon?” Matty inquires. While Dan lives down in Mexico full time, Rick isn’t retired yet and still has a life in California.
“In two weeks. Can’t wait,” Dan sighs. “Miss him more every time he leaves.”
“It’ll be even more sweet when he stays.”
Dan smiles. “You are such a beam of sunlight. Say, look over there, a lost looking soul just walked in. You should go greet him. You’re basically the mascot of this place anyhow”
Matty glances over. “Oh he’s hot. And you’re sweet for saying that.” Matty gives Dan a peck on his scruffy check; Dan gives him a pat on the ass and he wiggles off to go greet him.

Matt sashays up to the stranger. He reads him immediately – 30s, American, white collar. “Hola.”
“Woah. Uh, hola.” 
“Just letting you know, this is a kind of bar where you’re not going to find latinas, if that’s what you’re looking for?”
The man coughs up a laugh. “No, I’m not. I’m down here with some friends on vacation, and I need to be with my people for a bit. The straights are killing me.”
Matt giggles into his hand. “Well you found us. Let me walk you to the bar. Names Matty.”
“I would be honored. Name’s George. God, you have quite an ass on you.”
“My pride and joy. Nice to meet you.” Matt slides his arm around George and walks him to the bar.
They order a round and after a bit of chatting, the stranger considers Matty. “Are you available to take to go?”
Matty laughs.
“Normally I’m not so forth-coming, but I am in desperate need of some company.”
“No, it’s fine. That’s a good one actually. Here’s the secret – all you have to do is be nice to me, and this thong comes right off.”
George leans over and whispers into Matty’s ear. “Why don’t you leave it on and let me pull it to the side with my teeth?”
Matty blushes and breaks out in goosebumps. “Well, that’s a hell of a question.”

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nhozyboy:

Zach finds it hard to keep his jaw closed. Bruce looked fine as hell walking around, but watching him bend over captured his full attention. “Damn, your boy looks hot in that. Is that his outfit for the Halloween party?”
John chuckles. “No, that’s his idea of casual wear.”
Zach raises a neatly trimmed eyebrow. “So what’s he going as for the party?”
John grins and calls out to his boy who was on the other side of the living room. “Hey Bruce, tell Zach what you’re going for as Halloween.”
Bruce sets the remote he’d picked up on the coffee table. “Ronald Reagan. Scariest boomer in a suit I could think of.”
“Ok, that’s a pretty scary idea for a room of gay dudes. But uh, I think Ronald Regan was the Greatest Generation, not a boomer,” Zach replies.
Bruce looks confused. “You think Reagan’s generation was the greatest? Seriously? Well I’m going to look at you completely differently now. And he is definitely a boomer.”
Zach chuffs air through his nose. “No, Bruce, sweetheart. The generation before the Baby Boomer Generation was called the Greatest Generation. Baby Boomers were born after World War II.”
Bruce has a blank look on his face. “It has never occurred to me there was another generation before Boomers. Makes sense now that I think about it…”
John chuckles. “Bless your heart.”
“Well I can’t be held at fault for something I didn’t know about! I’m sure most people from that generation are dead anyway.” Zach puts his hands on his hips.
“Well, not most. They’re on their way out though. Regardless, generations are an important context for talking about historical figures,” John replies.
Bruce is half listening. “Wait, if there’s something before Boomers, what came before that? And what comes after Gen Z? Where is my phone? I need to Google this immediately.” He walks out of the room and into the kitchen.

Both Zach and John stare at his ass as he goes.
“Thank god he’s pretty, at least,” John mutters.
“Yeah, seriously,” Zach replies.

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vallentiro14:

Mickey pulls his sunglasses down to get an unfiltered view. The wind’s blown a magazine off the table and John’s trying to squat down to pick it up, but he’s struggling to reach the magazine because his beefy thighs and thick calves are expanding and bulging the lower he goes. What a beautiful spectacle of male beauty. John’s Speedo is struggling to contain the density of his cakes and the sag of his balls. 
“Good lord,” Mickey mutters under his breath. He has no doubt that John’s solid belly is also getting in the way in the front. John grunts in frustration. Using a chair for assistance, he stands back up and considers the magazine. It’s pages are being mussed by the wind. 
John bends over his time instead of squatting, and Mickey has not closed his mouth in minutes. John still can’t reach the patio – so he spreads his feet so his legs are making an A shape, and with considerable groaning, John pinches some pages moving in the breeze and pulls up the magazine. He shuffles back upright and tosses the magazine on the table, and sets his phone down on it with an indignant thud. 

Mickey applauds. John turns around. “You enjoy watching that?”
“Very much. You should have charged for tickets.”
John flips him off. Mickey laughs. “Hey Daddy can you grab me a sparkling vodka thing please?”
“Sure thing, babe. I want a Diet Coke anyway.” He disappears back into the house.

Mickey splashes some water on himself from the pool and fans himself with his hand. He now has a full understanding for why it feels like he’s being fucked by a train when they’re in bed together. Getting John’s number instead of writing him off as a one-night stand was a “no duh” moment. Mickey hoped John gave him one of those power fucks before he left today. God, did he love feeling tender and drained from it afterward.  

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vallentiro14:

Tommy checked his neck. No hickey evident. Or at least, it wouldn’t show up for a while. He washed his mouth out in the sink and splashed water over his face. He had go take another client named Mr. Montoya in an hour, and then after that he had his weekly fuck with the Luke the Lacrosse Jock who was a year above in college.
Since Tommy was driving, he decided he could get away with not changing before he went over to Mr. Montoya’s house – not like he had the time to change anyway, and he had a feeling the torn jeans would get Mr. Montoya excited. He liked the narrative of Tommy being a horny university co-ed flitting around the neighborhood and college campus with the energy of a hummingbird seeking a different kind of nectar. 

Tommy dried his face. He liked these jeans, but had a feeling they couldn’t be saved. Maybe Luke had an extra pair. They were almost the same height, and Luke had been getting bulked up lately and his thighs were getting solid. No way denim could contain those tree trunks. Tommy decided not to stress about his pants. The pocket was still intact, and it held the cash he earned just the same. He applied some moisturizer he found on the counter to his face and left the bathroom. 

Mr. Royce met him in the hallway. “Cleaned up?”
“Yes sir.”
“Sorry again against your jeans. Little embarrassed about that. You turn me into an animal. Which at my age, is not that frequent.”
Tommy grinned. “I enjoy your enthusiasm. Makes me feel sexy.”
Mr. Royce cupped Tommy’s exposed buttcheck. “You are sexy. It’s so effortless though, it drives me crazy how you don’t have to try.”
“Oh I definitely try in bed though. You get out what you put in, in my opinion. What’s the law – for every action, there’s an equal and opposite reaction?”
Mr. Royce laughed. “Well that’s not the normal way my students retain and apply the knowledge I give them, but hey, you’re retaining it. So I’m pleased to hear that.”

Tommy beamed under the praise. “Well how could I not pay attention? My physics teacher is a stud who has a great cock. But with all that talk of mass and thrust and friction, I think you’re just unaware how horny physics is.”
Mr. Royce laughed harder “God you’re too much. You’re making my stomach hurt.”
“Sorry, sorry. Just really absorbing my lessons you know?” Tommy said. 
“You’re absorbing something, that’s for sure.”
“For sure. I’ll get going though, stop driving you nuts. I’ll see you in class on Tuesday?”
“Sure thing. There’s gonna be a pop quiz by the way, but I think you’ve studied enough.”
Tommy shook his butt a little. “I’ll put this in a chair and hit the books anyway. Teacher would be so disappointed in me if I failed his class.”
“You didn’t agree to sleep with me just to pass?”
Tommy scoffed. “No. I want to pass on my own merit. I want to be a modern twink – dumb face, big ass, smart brain.”

Mr. Royce covered his face with his hand as his chest heaved with amusement. “Oh god, I can’t stop laughing. You have to go, my eyes are watering. Go on, I want to see walk to your car with your pants torn like that. Go on you trouble maker, go.”

Tommy put his bag on his shoulder and giggled as he was playfully pushed out the door. “Alright, alright. Bye Mr. Royce! See you Tuesday! Thanks for the tutoring!”

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dlc1966:

“Yeah…I can see it. Your rack n’ pinion’s leaking.”
“What?” Sing looks down. “Wait, are you talking about my cock and balls or what?”
Lochlan snorts. “No. It has to do with your power steering.”
“Stiiiilll not sure if we’re talking about foreplay?”
“No, sweetheart, we’re talking about the steering. In your car. You know, like, the wheel? Vroom vroom car go left?”
“Ugh you are such a bitch sometimes. I’d be more mad but I’m distracted by your legs.” Sing runs his hand up and over Lochlan’s knee and down his thigh.
“You can’t help yourself huh?”
“Pft, no, I can see up your shorts. You’re so shameless Daddy, it’s so hot.”
“I’m not shameless, I’m casual. You’re just- huh it’s coming from above. You’re just horny, Sing. Really horny. Like all the time.”
“Not all the time.”
“Hand me the drip pan and the wrench, so I can drain the oil.”
“The wha?”
“That plastic bowl with the silver thing in it.”
Sing pushes it under the car.
“Yes, all the time. Remember last month when we were at Geraldo’s house, and it came up how many time him and Casey have sex, and they said like one a week. And you gasped. And when Geraldo found out how often I fuck you, he asked me if I was under duress and said to call him if my dick needed to be rescued?”
“That makes me sound slutty.”
“Well if the duck quacks-”
“Ugh, I should be offended, but I’m kind of getting turned on by it actually…” Sing scoots forward and slides his hand up Lochlan’s shorts. He let his hand cover Lochlan’s penis. “Mn it’s warm. I love you feel in my palm. So thick…” Sing moves his hand around.
“Don’t play with my balls or I’m going to fuck this up.”
Sing sighs. “Damn.”
Lochlan can’t hold back a chuckle. “Hand me the rag and the oil filter wre-…the shiny thing that looks like it could grip a can.”
“But I’d have to take my hand off your cock to reach it,” Sing pouts.
“Sing.”
“Fine fine.” Sing stretches out to grab it, hastily handing it to Lochlan before returning to what he was doing. “I do appreciate you changing the oil on my car Daddy. You do take such good care of me.”
“You’re welcome. And you take good care of me. Actually that feels rather nice. Although I’m going to have to stand up soon to put the oil in your car.”
“Find more stuff wrong down there.”
Lochlan snorts. “Well you’re going to need new brakes at some point. Hand me the new filter, in the small paper box. And the silver thing sticking out of my bag on the left side. It’s a torque wrench.”
Sing passes both over. “You’re so nice and hard. I could play with this for a long time. Just moving your foreskin around is fun.”
“You have until I install this, cause then I need to stand up.”
“Ugh fine. You never last long when I’m giving you handies anyway.”
“Hey Sing?” Lochlan said.
“Yeah?”
“You know how to install an oil filter?”
“Pfft, fuck no.”
Lochlan pushes his hips up to rock against into firm Sing’s grip. “Mmh. Well. You take the filter. And you need to lubricate it, you see. So you dip your finger into the oil in the pan. And it’s still warm from when you drove your car earlier. Once you have it on your finger you rub it…in circles…around the seal…so it’s nicely lubricated. And once you’re doing making circles you uh….take the filter and screw it in. But you need the torque wrench to make sure the fit is nice and tight. Hear that? Hear the click of the torque wrench? That means it’s under the riiiiiight amount of pressure. It has to be secure in its hole. Or else, the oil will squirt out.”
Sing whimpers.
“Are you hard, Sing?”
“Uh huh.”
“Don’t touch yourself. And don’t slack off. Make me cum.”
“Uh? Oh yeah. I was just staring at your erection straining in your shorts…you’re so hot Daddy,” Sing sighs. He returns to stroking Lochlan.

Lochlan exhales. He leans his head back, closes his eyes, and lets the orgasm roll over him. “Oh that’s nice,” he murmurs. “Slow down slowly….stroke…yeah like that. Good boy. Nnnggg…”
“You’re twitching like it’s alive in my hand,” Sing purrs. “I love feeling you cum in my hand. Just so much cum everywhere. I’m always in awe how much your balls hold.”
“You make them fill up. Man, I haven’t cum in my shorts in a long time. Feels like I’m 15 again.”
“You would cum in your pants at 15?’
“Yeah. I was embarrassed about masturbation, and thought doing it to thinking about guys was wrong. And this family lived next door had this older high school kid who would always mow the lawn in gym shorts and no shirt. Just watching him would make me explode. I’d be rubbing up against the wall and not like even realize it. Or like. I was into a lot of sports at school…lotta moments losing it in my cup.”
“Holy fuck, I want all those stories. I want to hear about you sweaty and sticky and unable to tell anyone.” Sing’s voice falters.
Lochlan was grinning under the car.
“When did you get comfortable jerking off?”
“17. When I discovered what a bottom was. Stole a kink magazine from a porn store. Man, that was a lesson I didn’t get in high school. I needed to masturbate or it would hurt down there from blue balls.”
Sing swallows and licks his lips. “Daddy please let me touch myself, I’m going to go crazy.”
“How about this. When I’m doing pouring the oil, you can clean my cock with your tongue and jerk off if you want.”
“I do want. I do want a lot. How long does it take to pour oil?” Sing peers under the car.
Lochlan wiggles out and grabs for another towel to wipe his hands on. “I think I need to call Geraldo and tell him I’m under duress.”
Sing sticks his tongue out.
Lochlan sits up. “Wow you are hard in your little yoga shorts. Alright, new plan. Strip. Knee. Suck. I want you to cum at my feet.”
Sing gasps. “Oh my god.” A wet spot blooms on his shorts.
“Clothes. Off.”
“But the garage door…”
“Stays open. The car will block the view.”
“Damn Daddy,” Sing whispers. He stands up and wiggles out of his clothes. “If all mechanics were like you my car would always be up on its maintenance!”
Lochlan has a feeling if that was true, that Sing would intentionally be putting down nails in the road and running them over. But he didn’t say that. He was looking forward to Sing’s tongue bath and watching him finish himself off.  
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vallentiro14:

I wipe my hand on a towel and check my phone. “Oh, my boyfriend is stopping by to bring us the cooler I left upstairs before he goes out.”
“Oh? I finally get to meet the Slutty Wonder?” Rob asks.
“Yep. He’s a gift, I tell you. A little unusual, but man…” I let out a low whistle. “This is all new for me, and I’m obsessed. I’ve never wanted someone so bad, so often. I feel like my dick is out all the time. Well half the time he’s pulling out, but man. He’s a treasure.”
“I can’t wait to see this.”
I grin. We hang out in the corner of the pool for minute until I see the gate open. “Oh there he is. Mikey! Over here.”
I watch Rob. “What the…” Rob puts his hands on the edge of the pool and leans forward.
“Mikey~” I step up and wave.
“Hey sweetie! Where do you want the cooler?”
“You can bring it here.”
Mikey trots over in his pumps to where our stuff is. He sets the cooler in reach.
“Yep, thank you. May I get a kiss before I go?”
“Sure thing, babe.”
I step up on the ledge of the pool so I can rise to meet his lips. We exchange a soft kiss.
Mikey pulls back. “Oh good I didn’t get any lipstick on you. It really is waterproof!”
“I told you to pay a little extra for the good stuff. Oh, Mikey, this is Rob.”
Mikey waves. “Hi darling. Heard a lot about you.”
“Uh hi. Nice to meet you.” Mikey blinks.
“You should come over for dinner sometime. For now though, I left you guys some fruit salad and some chicken pasta salad in the fridge for when you’re done in the pool.” Mikey moves his purse from his elbow up to his shoulder.
“Thank you sweetheart. Very kind.”
“Of course! The watermelon so good, you’ll love it. Well, I’ll be out with Grace for a couple hours, we’re gonna grab lunch, do a bit of shopping, take her dog to the spa. If you want me to pick up anything on the way home let me know.”
“Will do. Have a fun afternoon with Grace.”
“Should be fun! See you later darling, remember to reapply sunscreen.”
“Yes honey. Take care now. Bye~”
“Byyee. Nice to meet you Rob.” MIkey winks at us along with wave of manicured fingers and leaves us be.

Rob watches us go. “Woah. That – that’s Mikey?”
“Yep?”
“I could see up his skirt. That was a tiny thong stretched over everything. Was it silk?”
“Yep.”
“You get to fuck that sweet piece of ass all the time?”
“Yep.”
“God you lucky son of a bitch. He’s so cute.”
I can’t help but squeal a little. “He’s IS. And dainty. I mean, for being nearly six feet tall in heels. And he’s always puttering around in the condo in these cute outfits, doing all this domestic stuff, listening to his vinyl…I could just watch him all day. I could watch the paint dry on his nails even. I’m totally smitten.”
“I’ve never thought I’d be rethinking my opinion of boys in skirts but here I am,” Rob mutters and sat on the step of the pool.
“Yeah, me neither. I love being able to grab his ass and feel skin, or just like, push the fabric up, pull the thong aside, and get access right to that pussy. Once I made him go out with any underwear on as a punishment for something.”
Rob gasps. “No one noticed?”
“It was a longer skirt. But he got hard very quickly. It was a lot of fun. I finished him off in the parking lot with my hand. He’d never had an orgasm in a semi-public space before. Very sexy.”
Rob lets out a low whistle. “I’m starting to get some ideas of new ways to torment my houseboy.”
“I could write you a novel, Rob. But I will tell you that as long as you want to keep your boy interested and happy, you’ll easily find an opportunity to do so.”

Rob just nods. “Does he go to work, like that?”
"Sort of. Men’s slacks, women’s blouses, mostly. A lot of colors and patterns. They get a lot of clients who are sort of unsure how to react to him, so he tones it down so it’s not distracting.”
“Ah, makes sense. Sucks it’s still like that.”
I sigh. “Yeah.But if I get home before he does, he lets me watch as he changes. It’s got upsides.”
“You are such an optimist.”
“I have a lot of reasons to be.”

Rob smirks and we share a fist pump. “Beer time? I feel warm all of a sudden…”
I reach for the cooler and sigh. “Yeah me too. Beer time for sure.” I pass him a can and we pop ours open. I raise mine. “Cheers to the Slutty Wonder?”
“Cheers.” We clink them together and drink.
Rob glances at his can. “Oh this is from a local brewery too! He has good taste in beer? Is Mikey real or did I hallucinate him?”
“Well Rob, if I am hallucinating Mikey, don’t wake me up!

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dutchgayboy2000:

“I’m such a horny boy…” Dylan climbed onto the seat. “I need a really really experienced man to handle me.” Dylan pushed his ass out. “It’s been a really long time since I’ve been with a man, and not a boy.”
Roger twisted his wrist as he slid his grip up and down his cock. “God you are a slutty boy. You know what you want, know what you need, and you don’t have time to waste on someone just looking to get off.”
“No, I’m tired of boys and inexperienced beta men who don’t satisfy me.” Dylan arched his back. “Someone told me my ass is too small. Is it?”
“No you have a beautiful ass, boy. So round and peachy. I love a white boy’s ass. When you smack it, the red hand prints last for hours…”
Dylan parted his knees and brought himself up against the wall, with the intention of looking sultry and to get him into position for a butt shake. “Your cock looks so tempting… you think you can– Ew! There’s a bug back there.”
“Yeah I can – wait, what?” Roger blinked. “A bug?”
“Yeah it’s HUGE. And very dead. Ewwww!”
Roger grunted. “That’s not very sexy. Fucking cockblocked by a bug…”  He stood up, dick in hand, and sauntered over the little table. He peered behind it. “Oh yeah. Ew. It is huge. Looks like a palmetto bug. Or a cockroach.”
“Ew ew ew!” Dylan whined in a queeny tone, flailing his hands.

“I’ll get it,” Roger said. He pulled table out, pushed the bug into a paper cup with a tissue, shoved the tissue into the cup, and threw it out. He then bagged the trash up and set it outside the room, careful to not show his nudity.
“There! Vanquished.”
“My hero~” Dylan sighed. He was sitting on the seat like a mermaid. He clasped his hands together and pressed them against his own cheek. “You’re so brave.”
Roger chuffed and went to wash his hands. “Not that brave.”
“But brave enough that you’ve won my affection. I’ve decided, you may have my ass. Any man who can handle a palmetto bug can handle my ass.”
“Oh fuck yes. And I didn’t even have to slay a dragon! Saves on dry cleaning.”
Dylan giggled.
Roger made a muscular pose. “The brave knight has saved the kingdom and now – I can have my prize.” While Dylan ogled, Roger strode over, dick bobbing, to where Dylan was still perched on the seat and picked him up.
“Ayeeee!” He giggled.
Roger then chucked him on the bed. “You wanna be handled huh?” He flipped Dylan over, lifted his hips up. “Get your knees under you. Wide. Wider. That’s a good boy…” Roger smacked that butt hard. “I’m not gonna stop until we get a noise complaint from the front desk!”
Dylan moaned. “Oh fuck yeah, finally! Someone who gets it!”
Roger smiled. The thought of that bug was already out of Dylan’s head, just as intended. Now he only had one thing on his mind – dick. Roger had eight thick inches that would satisfy that.

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“That’s it, sweet boy. Fill your nose with the smell. Let it override your senses. Fill your thoughts with it. Imprint it upon your memory. Feel the warm against your hand. Put your thumb right under my shaft, feel that pulse. Do you feel it?”
He nods and exhales a long ragged breath. “I do, I feel it, Sir.”
“That’s where all the blood rushes in when I see you in need. It makes me incredibly hard, makes my cock swell up huge, nice and straight, so I can fuck you. You want me to fuck you?”
“Oh yes Sir! Want your dick, want it in me so bad….smells so good.”
“Do good boys or bad boys get fucked by their keepers?”
“Good boys.”
“And what makes a good boy good?” I guide his hand so it’s ever so gently cupping my balls.
The boy whimpers, resisting the urge to squeeze – or press them against his face through the fabric. “A good boy is an obedient boy. A horny, chaste boy, who follows the rules and makes his keeper proud.”
“Very good, boy,” I say, emphasizing the ‘very’. “And have you been good?”
“I tried very hard to be Sir!”
“And are you chaste and horny?”
“So very horny Sir! My cock aches to be let free, to cum – to have an anal orgasm triggered by your penis inside of me…” he looks down from my eyes to my cock and loses his trail of thought.
I caress the back of his soft head. “Good boy,” I purr. Using the controller in my other hand, I turn on the vibration in his plug. The boy moans in ecstasy and sweet agony.
“Oh SIR!” he cries, leaning against my leg. “Oh Sir, oh god oh god yes!”
I smirk. “Move your hips. Spread your legs. Once you begin to drip, then I’ll fuck you.”
Instantly his knees slide apart and he begins undulating, trying to push that sensation against his prostate. He is making a lot of noise, lidded eyes half closed. “May I suck you?” he asks, ragged.
“You may,” I agree, having to try very hard to make myself wait for his ass. He must drip first.
The boy pushes up my shorts on one side, finds my cock head, and latches his lips around it like a hungry lamb. The sight of him suckling on me while moaning and writhing with his tightly caged red cock on display for me? My body did not know to react to how aroused it made me, and my cock did not even know what to do except grow and ache. I moaned and shot down the boy’s open throat – but my cock did not soften at all. It was saving that load to be deposited in a tight and warm place. My boy had earned that.

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