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Independent Gay Fet*sh Erotica || Mun & Muse 21+ || Med-Low Activity || Selective Content Warning :: K*nk, Fet*sh, & T*boo themes will be present. All writing is fictional. || Est. July 2026
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I caved in... I'm writing a Dungeon Cr*wler C*rl AU Story Time... This is actually super fun lol. Considering doing a starter for it at some point, if there are any crawlers out there.
“No, I know I can do it I just-“ his eyes moved past the showers, into the locker room like there would be someone spying on them. Of course there wouldn’t because no one dared to ignore Baron’s commands. But still.. “I’m not you, sergeant. You got a natural way of leading us, guiding us - with the kind of confidence that’s both frightening and impressive.” Remi tried to be like that but whenever Baron got in the room, dynamics changed. “Teach me. Show me how to be like you.” He would do whatever it took to prove himself to Baron, be there for his men.
Hands brushed down Baron’s back and along his lower back, down to the curve of his ass. He pressed his thumbs into the others skin, massaging the spot before his hands cupped the others ass. Remi allowed a glance down, biting down his lower lip at the sight. His cock ached; wanting more. Remi was close, maybe too close. His breath tickled to Baron’s shoulder blade, desperately fighting the urge to put his lips there and bite him.
Baron looking back to mention the cage, got him looking up from his ass to his face. It made him roll his eyes with a low sigh. “ i don’t think it’s fair, sir.” His hands moved around Baron’s waist and he stroked the other’s lower belly, down to his thighs. “I’m very fucking needy, I’m already going insane.” Fingertips gently brushed along the sides of Baron’s length. “Please take it off, sergeant.” He muttered, head resting to Baron’s shoulder. “Let me make you feel good.”
Baron remained silent as he took in the other's pleas. He wondered for a moment if he'd made too rash of a decision to outright hand Remi the coveted position. Squad Leader, it was a title that weighed heavy, even for those who wanted it desperately. Even Baron himself struggled with the role in his days. He had to remind himself of that. It was a lot for any one person to live with the consequences of their own actions, let alone the responsibility of an entire platoon. The muscles at Baron's jaw clenched tight as he turned to face Remi.
"No." It was a simple and decisive answer. He could have stopped there, but he chose to continue. To give the other another chance at proving himself–not just to the sergeant, but to himself as well. "You have two options in front of you, marine." Baron's voice grew firm once more, a mask sliding back over his face as a heavy stare bore down at Remi. "You either make me cum even with that cock cage on you or your probationary period ends now and I strip you of your rank."
The challenge was brutal and heartless, but the job was even more so. "You can't find a way to make me feel good without your dick, then you weren't cut out for this." At the end of the day, the cock cage was simply another opportunity for Remi to prove his worth. Baron hadn't anticipated for it to come to head so soon. "So, what's it gonna be? Are you the marine that I thought you were? Or was I wrong about you?"
Wow, Gavin didn't think that would be such a sensitive point for his father. There wasn't many things that had drawn that sort of reaction, even when Gavin had pantsed the man in the front yard or hid all the pants, or even changed the boxers to tighty whitey briefs that were a size too small. Guess there was some competitive spirit in Lucas after all.
"Sure, princess. Get on your knees so you can get a real good look," ordered Gavin before applying pressure to those shoulders to guide Lucas down. Of course with how close they were now, there was only a couple of inches distance between Lucas and Gavin's bulge, sure to smell from his time working out earlier. The sweat had dried by the time Lucas came home, but Gavin was sure it would still taste and smell potent.
"Go on. Pull them down," he encouraged. Once the shorts had lowered enough, Gavin's cock sprung from its prison as it was already getting semi-hard from the anticipation. It rubbed against Lucas and from the looks of it, could cover the bitch's entire face. "No sucking just yet. Get familiar with it first. Sniff and taste, then see if you like it, Princess." A similar phrase to how Lucas used to get Gavin to eat stuff growing up, now thrown back at his father for something much more lewd.
Lucas's eyes nearly went cross as his own son's massive drooping half-hard manhood cast a shadow over more than half of his face. There was always a part of Lucas which feared that Gavin would draw a similar card as him in the genetic lottery of their member. It seemed he could rest easy and proud now that he's can directly confirm that the boy was indeed larger than his own length without a shadow of a doubt.
Despite Lucas's timid personality, there was no need for further instruction as he leaned his head forward and allowed for the boy's heavy hot rod to rest just over the bridge of his nose and over his face. Lucas closed his eyes as he pressed his face further against the underside of Gavin's shaft, feeling all of his boy's heat against his face. He took in a deep inhale of the salty earthy musk from Gavin's groin. This was what his boy smelled like and he was proud to wear it on his face.
Lucas's cock began to stir within the confines of his cage as he nuzzled at the other's manhood, but the minuscule cage prevented him from filling out. Without access to his own cock, Lucas focused his attention to Gavin's pungent tang. He stuck his tongue out, dragging the flattened tip to pick up the dried layer of salt from his son's scrotum. He hummed in satisfaction, repeating the motion over and over as he balanced Gavin's cock against his face.
"You taste and smell so good." He hummed with satisfaction, reaching for the boy's hips to keep him in place as he worshipped his heavy tool. "Am I doing better than Gil?"
"Fuck.... I can't believe how good it feels, dad." The younger man smiled with a light laugh. He bit his lip down as he looked down at that fat ass. His hands took a dominant grip on his dad's hips then and the boy began rocking back and forth. "Holy shit." He groaned, eyes rolling back shut as he began pounding his dad.
"Oh fuck yeah." Dylan growled, the arousal taking a feral turn in the younger man as his hips began to slap harder against his dad's bouncing ass more and more with every thrust the boy gave to his dad. Dylan's cock was throbbing so much, leaking precum deep inside of that stretched hole, the boy totally gooning on his own dad's ass, his eyes glazed over, totally dazed as he moved.
Trying to stay quiet was harder than Peter thought it would be. Getting caught was a problem he did not want to have to deal with, but with every enthusiastic thrust from his boy slamming directly against his prostate alongside the sensation of the boy's balls slapping against his own it was difficult to keep the noise down.
The stretch of Dylan's thick member pressed against Peter's prostate, causing the man to drool pre from the tip of his little member. It swung as a thin bead drooled from his slit, threatening to get on the produce they stored in the walk-in pantry. "Keep going, baby. Fill me up." Peter begged as he pushed his thick ass back against Dylan's eager manhood.
When he got caught, Chad's heart rate sped up like crazy. And before he could do anything, he was face to face with the man, being pulled out on to the back patio. "I—— I don't know what to say." The jock stammered, his eyes darting around before looking back to his best friend's dad.
That body was so close to him now and it looked even better up close. "Oh, god, sir." Chad bit his lip and shamelessly went right back to jerking his big frat boy cock right there. "Oh fuck. Sir... please.." The jock boy all but whined, looking up into those eyes. "It's so hard, it hurts. Please... you have to help me." The boy bit his lip, continuing to jerk his big fat meaty cock right in front of his best friend's dad.
It took longer than Curtis would like to admit in order to process exactly what he was seeing. When the situation he was in finally caught up to him, his eyes couldn't help but dart back down between the massive meat between the boy's legs. He was suddenly aware of the dildo that was still in his hand, but even more so he was reminded of just how horny he was which was what got him into this mess.
Fuck it, he thought. If Chad was sneaking around his home and rock hard on top of it, he might as well put the boy to use. "Alright, lay down on the lounger." Curtis instructed as he closed the door behind the both of them. "And not a single peep to anyone about this. Unless you want to stop getting pussy privileges at my house." It was as big a threat as any for boys like Chad and his son.
"Dude, you should have seen his hole." Roy's voice broke the silence that followed the ranger's compliance. Was this too much pain? Lukas was not sure, but he turned to look at Roy, pulling the shorts he wore low enough to free his hard cock. "It's winking at you, dude." He completed, walking closer to where Tatum was and standing by his other leg as Lukas's eyes went from his friend's hard cock to the tiny pink hole that clenched around nothing as they talked.
"And look at that pathetic little cock. Look at it. I think mister Ranger just wet himself." This was Roy's turn to press those swollen balls, but he was gentler than Lukas. He pressed from up and down, a small pinch as he continued to stare at that exposed hole.
"Well, Tatum, it's all very simple. We just want to fuck you. All of your holes. You see, I guess we all have this kink about old guys like you, all powerful in your cute tight uniforms." His demeaning voice was followed by a dirty smile as he stood up and repeated Roy's previous action, freeing his own hard cock and putting it right next to Tatum's face, almost right under his nose. With a sign of his head to Roy, Lukas told his friend what to do and like a delayed reflexion, Roy walked to Tatum's other side, putting one leg over the side of the couch, his hard cock poking Tatum's cheek.
"Suck my cock, Tatum. Or else we will start sending the pictures to your friends at the club. I bet they'll love seeing you like a bitch." Lukas voice was tainted by a cold tone, one that offered the man between the two boys no exit.
Tatum could smell the potent musk from the two boys and their massive members dangling in front of his face. He glanced upward to both of the boys as if to search for a sign on their faces that they'd soon say they were just joking. That this was all an elaborate prank just to get back at the ranger for being such a stickler for the rules. He'd understand that, even if it was his job to do it.
Instead, what he got was the instruction to suck their dicks. Those impressive meaty cocks that dwarfed his own. He couldn't even imagine how he'd manage one down his throat let alone two. Yet, the consequences were irrevocable should he fail to comply. He was rowing up shit's creek without a paddle. He knew what he had to do.
"You boys promise you won't share those with anyone if I do that?" Tatum still held a scrunched look of discomfort on his face as Roy still held onto his sensitive balls. The elder male let out a pained breath that he didn't realize he was holding. He took in a deeper breath after that, inadvertently filling his senses with the boys' musk as he tried to calm and focus himself. There was no way out, at least not without his reputation even more broken than it already was. It was one thing to have the community bust his balls for charity, but for this controversy to come out after? He'd be done for.
Conceding to his situation, he reached for the two cocks slapped against his face and grabbed them by the base. "Fuck, you boys are massive." Tatum swallowed hard before he turned to Lukas's cock and took the tip of the boy's length into his mouth. He hollowed his cheeks as he began to suck, pushing the heavy meat down further into his throat with every movement.
Sebastian's left hand cupped Peter's heavy balls through the soaked lace, rolling them gently while his fingers traced that tiny throbbing cocklet. "You're making such a mess," he slurred in wonder, feeling the wetness seeping through the fabric. "I didn't know you could get this wet."
"Oh my god, you're leaking so much," Sebastian slurred, his left hand cupping Peter's heavy balls through the soaked lace, rolling them gently before his fingers sought out that tiny cocklet again. He traced the outline through the fabric, feeling it throb and twitch against his palm like a living thing desperate for attention. "You're making such a mess, Uncle Petey. I didn't know you could get this wet."
His right hand curled insistently against that spongy spot, feeling Peter's hole clench and flutter around his knuckles with every stroke. The responsiveness made Sebastian's head spin. He dove back in with his tongue, lapping at the stretched edge where his fingers disappeared inside, tasting the heat while his digits continued their assault.
"Your hole is so greedy," he moaned against Peter's slick rim. "It's like it's trying to suck me in deeper."
He pulled his fingers out just to watch the way Peter's entrance clenched at the emptiness, then shoved them back in harder, twisting his wrist to open his uncle up further. His left hand squeezed Peter's little cock through the lace, smearing the sticky wetness around, his thumb pressing insistently against the sensitive head.
"I wanna feel you squirt on my fingers," Sebastian begged, his voice muffled against Peter's ass, his tongue darting out to lash at the rim again even as his right hand picked up speed, fucking into that tight heat with wet, obscene sounds. "Please, Uncle Pete, I wanna feel it. I wanna make you cum so hard you forget about Dad. Gonna make you only want my fingers from now on."
He added more spit, letting it drip down to coat everything filthy and slick. Sebastian was lost in the rhythm, the way Peter's body sang under his touch.
"You're gonna cum for me, right?" he asked, his left hand working faster, his right hand drilling into that spot that made Peter shake. "Gonna squirt like a good boy? I wanna feel your hole squeeze my fingers when you do it. Please, Uncle Petey."
The man continued to sing his mating melody as the younger explored and bore open his inner walls. He pushed his ass back to take in all the fingers he was being offered to the hilt, wanting to make sure he took in as much of his nephew as he could. The squelching from his slick chute was nearly as loud as his moaning, surely to be picked up by the phone across the room as it recorded every second of their familial obscenity.
"Yes, you're gonna make me cum, Sebastian." Peter groaned out through gritted teeth, his hole clenched just as tight around the boy's throttling fingers. "I'm getting so close. You're almost there." Droplets of his slick was beginning to drool onto the bed underneath the man, dripping through Sebastian's fingers as it continued to rub against the man's sensitive little nub.
Sebastian was given a front and center view as his uncle's pink pucker tightened around his digits and his balls drew up to his body as the levy to the overwhelming pleasure broke. Peter began to spill against the other's palm through the lace as he let out a final animalistic cry of bliss. His heavy thighs shook and jiggled as the man rode through his orgasm, squirting spurt after spurt of hot heavy ivory honey all over his nephew's hand. Even now, Peter's ass pushed back against the digits, as though still wanting more from the boy even as he was in the midst of his climax.
"Fuck, that's it. That's my favorite nephew. You're a natural." Peter mumbled near incoherently as his mind was clouded with pleasure. "I'm still squirting. Keep going. Don't stop." If it wasn't his words, his hungry clenching hole would be enough to let the other know just how long his orgasm would persist. Peter was always a heavy cummer, but even this was on another level.
When the sensation finally subsided, Peter could feel pin pricks all over his body as he came down from the high of his orgasm. The wide plane of his back rose and fell as he breathed deep and and steady breaths laying still on the bed. He had no desire to move, even with Sebastian's fingers still buried to the hilt deep inside of him. The stretch still felt nice despite the passing climax.
"Your dad definitely has some competition." Peter assured with a grin with his face still pressed against the mattress. "You completely soaked back there?" Peter asked, lifting his head just enough to get a good look at his nephew. "Go ahead and have a taste. Your dad loves licking up my cum after he's done with me."
ddie's heart hammered against his ribs as he lowered himself onto the cold bench, the metal unforgiving against his bare skin. He settled onto his back, the position leaving him utterly exposed, and a shiver raced through him that had nothing to do with the temperature of the room. Every instinct told him to resist, to maintain some semblance of dignity, but his body betrayed him with each shallow breath.
He could feel their eyes upon him, the weight of the other marines' gazes like a physical touch as they circled closer, hungry for the spectacle. There was no hiding now, not with the wall of bodies surrounding him, not with his own arousal laid bare for their entertainment. His cock stood rigid against his abdomen, lengthy and veined, pulsing with a heartbeat of its own. It ached, throbbing to the point of pain, yet he made no move to cover himself.
Eddie's attention fixed on Baron, tracing the path of the other man's arm from shoulder to wrist. His eyes followed the contour of muscle and sinew, the strength obvious even at rest, until they landed on the fist that Baron had promised to use. The sight of those knuckles, the thought of that hand disappearing inside him, should have terrified him. Instead, his cock twitched visibly against his stomach, a clear and shameless signal of his want that drew a murmur from the watching men.
He licked his lips, his mouth suddenly dry as anticipation coiled tight in his gut. This was happening. There was no escape from the bench, no retreat from the challenge he had issued. Eddie let his legs fall open wider, inviting the inevitable, and met Baron's gaze with a defiant lift of his chin despite the visible tremor in his thighs.
Any man looking at Baron and Eddie would think that Baron would normally be on the receiving end of what was about to happen. Baron, however, was not quite a normal man. Some wondered if he was a man at all–a line of thinking independent from his minor affliction. The man was a brute in physical form outside of his manhood, and a fiend in commanding spirit. Even now as Baron took steps closer and closer to Eddie, he was more akin to a hellhound than a man–a Devil Dog through and through.
With three fingers, Baron reached for the thick coat of his own cum on Eddie's face. Three lines appeared where Baron's three digits scooped up his seed from Eddie's forehead. "At least you take orders well." Baron tilted his head a slight angle to the right as he scrutinized Eddie's posture: legs spread, thighs pulled up, hole bared, and cock twitching just as much as his heartbeat. "Boys, help Eddie keep those legs up."
Without question, two men all but lunged at Eddie's well worked thighs as they took their place by him. Their hands hooked underneath Eddie's knees in order to keep them in place which gave Baron a direct path to Eddie's entrance.
He reached between Eddie's legs with his cum coated digits and began to rub the pads of his three fingers against the tight pucker. His seed smeared against the wrinkled skin, threatening their entrance as Baron gave just the slightest amount of pressure against Eddie. "Ready to put your money where your mouth is?" Or perhaps in this case, where his hole is.
Baron didn't waste time with a single digit, instead he started with two. Using his own cum as lube, he pushed into Eddie slow and steady. The resistance was immediate, but Baron didn't falter. The men surrounding them groaned in near unison as they watched the delicious slow sink of Baron's fingers breaking way into Eddie's tightness. Some of these men have relied on porn for relief, not having seen pussy in weeks if not months. To see the stretch of Eddie's cunt in real time... Now that was a special treat for the jarheads.
Baron kept his eyes on Eddie's, studying the other's face as he pushed his fingers in deeper and deeper past the first knuckle, then the second, and finally sheathing all the way into the man. Baron only paused for a moment before curling his finger inwards, stretching Eddie's hole from deep within until the pads of his fingers found their mark on Eddie's prostate. Baron began to rub the button in small circular motions, attacking the sensitive organ with a calm zeal.
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HENRY CAVILL as NAPOLEON SOLO THE MAN FROM UNCLE ‧ 2015
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"Is this really gonna help you out on your biology class?" Jett turned his head, glancing back at the younger man from where he was bent forward. He kept his hand at his ass cheeks, keeping himself spread open so that the other could get a good look at his pink pucker. Two large eggs hung in their low hanging sac between his thick thighs just underneath his opening, swaying with any little movement. He was completely exposed, baring it all for the other's supposed important biology project. "I'm gonna have to have a word with your professor and have them show their ass cheeks in front of their whole class and see if he likes it if he's gonna be giving out assignments like these."
Sebastian's eyes locked with Peter's over the curve of his uncle's shoulder, his breath hitching at the desperate, challenging look in those dark eyes. His cock throbbed painfully against his sweatpants, a wet spot spreading where he had been leaking steadily since he first pulled those panties down.
"Oh, I'm gonna," Sebastian breathed out, his voice cracking with how badly he wanted it. He looked down at where his spit had made Peter's hole shiny and slick, his fingers trembling as he brought them up. "I'm gonna make you squirt so hard, Uncle Petey. Gonna be just as good as Dad, maybe even better."
He circled Peter's puffy rim with one thick finger, marveling at how it twitched and sucked at him like it was hungry. Sebastian bit his lower lip, his brow furrowing with concentration as he pushed forward, feeling that tight heat envelop his digit up to the first knuckle.
"Fuck, you're tight," he slurred, wiggling his finger experimentally and watching Peter's back arch. "Is this the spot? Is this where Dad used to poke you?"
He crooked his finger, searching blindly for that bump he had heard about in locker room talk, his other hand spreading Peter's cheek wider so he could watch his finger disappear inside. When Peter let out a sharp cry and his thighs trembled, Sebastian knew he had found it.
"Oh, there it is," Sebastian said, his voice dripping with triumphant arousal. He pushed in a second finger alongside the first, groaning at how Peter's hole stretched around him, how the lace strained against Peter's heavy balls. "God, Uncle Petey, you look so hot like this. Your pussy's sucking my fingers so good."
He began to thrust his fingers in and out, clumsy and eager, his wrist twisting as he tried to remember what felt good when he did it to himself. The wet sounds filled the room, mixing with Peter's whines and Sebastian's own heavy breathing.
"Tell me if I'm doing it right," Sebastian begged, his free hand reaching around to palm Peter's trapped cocklet through the soaked lace. "I really wanna see you cum, Uncle Petey. I'm gonna finger you until you squirt," Sebastian promised. "Gonna show you I'm just as good. Maybe I'll do it even better than Dad did. Would you like that? Would you like if I made you cum harder?"
Wanton moans bellowed from the elder male's mouth as Sebastian found his spot. His blue eyes fluttered to the back of his head, which in turn fell to the softness of the comforter. "Oh, fuck. Right there. You're hitting your uncle's secret spot."
His entire body quivered at the stretch of a second finger entering his hot puffy entrance. His hole welcomed Sebastian's finger as it stretched him further. Peter had what one might refer to as a mancunt. He was a big man with a hungry cunt and Sebastian was going to find the joys of what it's like to play with one.
The attack against Peter's prostate was nothing, however, compared to what was going on towards the man's front. The pads of Sebastian's fingers trailed lightly over the lace barely covering the man's little penis. Each change of texture in the lace vibrated against the head of Peter's dicklet as Sebastian traced his finger over it.
The sensation felt overwhelming as shocks of pleasure shot throughout his quivering lower half. His hole clenched tighter around Sebastian's intruding fingers, yet at the same time practically begged for the addition of even more digits. A sticky sap coated Sebastian's fingers as Peter spilled himself from his tiny cock. A strand clung at the boy's fingers as he pulled his fingers to reposition them against the small button on the lace.
"God, yes. I'd like that. Make me squirt, bud. If anyone can do it, it'd be my sweet little nephew." With practically an opened hydrant between the man's legs, it was safe to say that they were well on their way to a memorable climax. "You're doing so good. You're going to get your uncle addicted to your fingers." His sex throbbed against the other's fingers, his balls clenched and laxed within the confines of the lace, giving Sebastian a fair measure of how well the larger man's body was reacting to the stimulus.
The male's throbbing cunt squirmed against Sebastian's intruding fingers. His clenching silently begged for more of what the boy could offer. "God, I'm so lucky to have a nephew so good at pressing my buttons." Peter breathed out. "Fuck, Sebastian, keep going. Make me squirt, then send the videos to your dad."
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Chad was so excited to come hang out with his best friend that he completely forgot his friend was going away for the weekend. So when he showed up at the house, the jock let himself in, as he did his entire life, ever since he was a kid. It was like a second home to him. But Chad was a college student now, not some little kid.
So when he saw his best friend's dad, Curtis, out by the pool in nothing but a tight little slutty speedo, the jock's brows raised at the sight. He couldn't help but stare at the man, hiding just inside the back door of the house and watching. Before long, the jock's eyes went wide when his best friend's dad got on his hands and knees, shoved that speedo down, and began fucking his hole with a dildo. It didn't take long at all for the horny boy to pull out his big cock and began pumping it at the sight of his best friend's dad fucking himself.
He bit his lip down hard, staring at the older man, watching that fat ass as the man fucked himself. His cock was so fucking hard that Chad didn't realize how into the light he'd slowly became as he got lost in his own arousal, totally exposed now as he pumped his big meaty cock.
It wasn't often that Curtis got to spend some time alone at the house. When he did get the chance to be alone, it was only a matter of an hour or two before his son Jack–and just as frequently, along with his friend Chad–would come along. He didn't mind, he loved the two. Chad was practically like a son to him as well. But it was nice to finally have some proper time to himself as Jack visits his mother–and Curtis's long time ex-girlfriend–for the weekend.
He knew it was risky, but he was trying to take advantage of the moment. To seize the day. He was finally alone and he wanted to get away with as much as he normally couldn't. Fucking himself with a dildo out in his own damn pool was going to be one of those things. A bead of precum drooled from the tip of his cock as he pistoned the fat toy inside his neglected hole. He was mid-stroke when he noticed a pair of eyes watching from the sliding glass door. "What the fuck."
Curtis noticed that this spectator of his was stroking himself through the glass. At first his heart dropped at the thought of his son Jack having witnessed his own father fucking himself with a dildo, but he quickly came to as he remembered the boy had already left hours ago. But if that was the case, then who was this intruder? Suddenly it hits him. Curtis pulls the dildo out of himself as he straightens himself out. He pulls the speedos from around his ankles back up to his waist, but manages to only cover his little cock as his balls hang out from the obscenely skimpy swimwear. It only took moments before the man was at the door. "Chad? Why are you... Get out here and explain why you're in my house playing Peeping Tom on your best friend's dad." Curtis demanded as he opened the door.
"Oh fuck dad." The boy moaned as he pulled back and quickly moved up. "Fuck daddy I need your hole." The horny boy couldn't even wait and began pushing inside right away, his eyes rolling back from the pleasure. "Ohhhhhh fuckkkkk it's so tight."
He groaned, biting his lip as he pushed in deeper and deeper, his big cock filling that ass up. Before long, the boy's balls pressed firmly against his dad's cheeks. "Fuck daddy, oh god, you took my whole cock." He smiled and ground his hips against the man.
Peter could feel Dylan's balls rub against his own. In an odd way, it made him feel proud as a father. Both to be able to have his son fill him as deeply as he currently was, but to share an intimate moment as a father becomes intimately familiar with his son's manhood. To truly know the type of man his son was growing up to be.
"That's it, baby boy. All the way." Peter encouraged as he pushed his ass down against his boy's length. "You're filling daddy up so much. That's how deep I want your cum, baby. Past daddy's second hole." The larger male clenched and massaged around the boy's full length as he remained hilted deep inside of his warm body.
Eddie's tongue moved through the thick saltiness coating his mouth, gathering every drop with a hunger he could not deny. The taste was heavy and male, briny warmth that made his throat work to swallow it down. He had never thought he would crave such a thing, yet he chased the flavor eagerly, treating each spurt as a prize he had earned.
The fluid clung to his lips and dripped down his chin, but Eddie made no move to wipe it away. He let it stay there, a visible mark he wore with strange pride despite his burning cheeks. When Baron's hand released his head, Eddie remained kneeling, his breath shallow as he savored the remnants. He ran his tongue across his lower lip, collecting a stray bead, and swallowed with an audible gulp that he knew the others would hear.
Slowly, Eddie lifted his gaze to meet Baron's eyes, his expression deliberately serene. He could see the triumph there, and something in that look made his own arousal spike. He had been thoroughly dominated, yet he could not regret it. Not when his mouth still tingled with the aftertaste.
The silence stretched heavy between them. Eddie ran his thumb across his cheek, gathering a thick streak, and brought it to his lips with deliberate slowness, sucking it clean with a wet pop. A slow smile spread across his lips slicked with cum as he found his voice.
"Three fingers? Baby, if you think that's all it takes, then you've been doing it wrong for years. Maybe I should show you how a real man handles a prostate."
They had all day as far as Baron was concerned, he had a mission and he will not quit until it's been fulfilled. He was sure the other men already got the message, but some marines weren't known for their smarts. Eddie, Baron thought, was a prime example; he'd certainly had quite the handful of crayons under his belt.
"If I didn't know any better, I'd say that's your roundabout way of begging for a fist." Baron scoffed, "You're greedier than I gave you credit for."
Baron pursed his lips as he blew a booming whistle through the showers. If people weren't paying attention before, they certainly were now. A heavy stillness charged the room which contested against the hiss of the showers. "Clear a bench and huddle up." Baron spun a pointer finger in the air and the men naturally followed. Despite his minuscule manhood, Baron was a natural born leader. When he spoke, men listened.
He reached down, hooking his hand underneath Eddie's armpit as he hoisted the man up to his feet. "Let's see what you're made of, marine." An unstoppable force meets an immovable object. Baron leads the two toward a cleared bench as the men gathered closer around them like hunters circling a mark.
"On your back." Baron instructed, letting go of Eddie's arm as he nudged him towards his fate. The other soldiers formed a wall, surrounding Eddie with a plethora of marine meat eager to watch him get his just desserts with Baron.
