thinking about dennis snooping around robby's house when he's house sitting, telling himself it's fine because he's not touching or stealing anything, he's just curious.
he sees endless books and paperwork and odd little knicknacks, drawers of clothes, a photo album of robby in his mid twenties that he really shouldn't have looked through but did anyway... and then he comes to the bottom drawer in the master bedroom- robby's room.
he gasps so hard at the contents that he slams the drawer closed and then opens it slowly again, checking he hadn't hallucinated. he hadn't. sex toys. it was full of sex toys and gear. high quality rope, padded handcuffs, little metal clamps that made dennis wince to look at them but at the same time made his lower stomach churn in interest. and then, pride of place in the centre, an enormous dildo.
dennis surveyed it in disbelief and growing arousal. it was red and at least nine inches long, if not a little more, and had thick veins running up and down it, only adding to the realism of the toy. the slight curve of it made dennis's asshole clench, thinking about how it would hit every spot inside of him and make him scream. his own (much smaller) cock was chubbed up in his pants by now, and he slammed the drawer closed again to stop himself from reaching out and making a bad, bad choice.
his resolve doesn't last. ninety minutes later, he's back in the room and is picking up the monstrous toy. he tried to stop himself, really, he did! the pull was just too strong and he was just too horny, and well, he'd been right. the dildo filled him so full his stomach bulged and his insides were rubbed raw with how many times he orgasmed on it.
he swore he'd clean robby's sheets and toy, but right now he was in heaven imagining that it was robby fucking him and dicking him down into his sheets in the master bedroom, rather than a dildo. he bounced on it, lay down and manually fucked himself, he even licked along the veins and treated it as a real cock, bent forward on the bed so that his gaping, fucked-open asshole was on full display as he suckled and slurped and gagged.
he fell asleep in a puddle of cum, sweat and tears, dildo lying next to him like a cookie jar next to an incriminated child. he'd clean it all up, he swore.
miles away, robby wipes his hand on a tissue to clean it of his own spend. he always knew his boy was a little busybody. he'd lain the dildo as a trap, so sure dennis would snoop and be like a moth to a flame. tuned into the three bedroom cameras he'd conveniently forgotten to tell the young man about, and gazing at dennis's naked and debauched body, he couldn't wait to get home.
after all, it had been a perfect mould of his own cock that his precious intern had just fucked himself stupid on. imagine how good it would feel when robby stuffed him with the real thing?
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