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Jack had a crush on his babysitter when he was a kid. He was a tween in the ‘70s, old enough to be home alone but too young for his parents to truly trust him to be unsupervised. So they hired a babysitter every once in a while so they could have a weekend away to themselves. His name was Roy, and he was beautiful. He was 16 when Jack was 12, and Jack had never seen such a specimen of a human before. To Jack, Roy was the most attractive person he’d ever seen. Especially on nights when he’d leave Jack alone at home while their parents were away, ditching the kid for some disco under the agreement that neither of them would tell Jack’s parents. Fine with him. Until Roy would stumble back into the house in the early morning, exhausted from dancing for hours on end. Jack made sure he was awake watching TV or something when Roy got home. Because Roy would always have a few buttons of his shirt undone from the heat, and he’d be flushed from dancing, and a shiny layer of sweat would lay on his pale skin. Not to mention the way his pants accentuated his waist. Jack was just floored that anyone could look so good.
Now, as a fifty-something-year-old, Jack had nearly entirely forgotten about Roy. It was so long ago and the crush was so fleeting that he didn’t feel the need to really hold onto that information. Until one night, Trinity makes Dennis go with her and the girls to a disco night that one of their local clubs was putting on. And Jack hadn’t been able to see the kid’s outfit since he’d been working a double while Dennis had the day off. So when Dennis came crashing through Jack’s front door at 2 in the morning, Jack was waiting up after a post-work nap. He didn’t work the next day or night, and neither did Dennis, and he wanted to be up to make sure he could get to bed okay and he wasn’t too drunk.
But when Dennis strolled into the living room, Jack’s mouth went dry. Dennis looked like something out of his deepest fantasies. He was wearing a thin white button up that was halfway unbuttoned, displaying his pale, toned, sweaty chest. His hair was stuck to his forehead, and Jack can’t remember ever seeing it so curled. His face held a deep flush from exertion and alcohol. He had on boots with a 2 inch heel that were almost completely covered by a wide flare jean. Jack was certain that if he wrapped his hands around Dennis’s waist, his thumbs and fingers would touch. Good lord.
Dennis noticed Jack’s stunned look straight away, and sauntered towards him on the couch with a smirk. Jack swallowed what felt like a dozen cotton balls. Dennis bracketed his hands around Jack’s head against the back of the couch, leaning down so close their noses brushed.
He must have been screaming the songs at the top of his lungs for hours, because when he spoke, the hoarseness was unmistakable. “Hi, Daddy.” Fuck, it almost sounded like a purr. There was no way Jack could avoid getting hard at the sound of it. Dennis climbed into his lap, taking a seat right on Jack’s thighs. His hands came to rest on the nape of Jack’s neck, twisting the hair there between his fingers. “I missed you tonight.”
“Yeah, baby?” Thank god his brain finally turned back on.
“Yeah. You know how Robby showed me some old pictures of you the other day, from med school? I kept thinking about you, like that, dressed up like this, dancing with me.”
Now that made Jack huff out a laugh. “Disco was long gone by the time I was in med school, kid.”
Dennis pouted and sighed. “A girl can dream,” he said wistfully, before his focus lasered in on Jack’s flushed cheeks. “Do you like my outfit?” One of his hands left Jack’s neck to trail down the open V of his shirt.
“Of course, baby. You look incredible. So beautiful.” Dennis truly blushed at this, never failing to be flattered by the reverence in Jack’s voice. Jack’s brain finally flickered on enough for his hands to function, which were immediately drawn to Dennis’s waist. Fuck, he was right. Fucking tiny.
With Jack’s hands on him, Dennis could no longer resist kissing him. Which quickly turned into slow dry humping and groping like they were a couple horny teenagers. Which, after many indulgent minutes of this, Jack finally got Dennis to ditch his pants, but left the shirt on, now fully unbuttoned. Jack noticed that the kid was wearing the prettiest little lace thong, and he shuddered at the thought of him wearing something so lovely all night just because he knew Jack liked them. Those stayed on too. Then Dennis proceeded to ride Jack straight through the couch.
They woke some hours later after stumbling to the bed and promptly passing out after what was easily the best sex either of them had ever had. They made bleary eye contact and silently vowed it would not be the last time that outfit came out.
Hi everyone just wanted to say I met Fiona today and she was a perfect gorgeous angel and it made me feel really bad that I write about one of her characters chudding out and jerking off to her med student but its ok
trans dennis begging just the tip, daddy please, between choked up moans while robby’s fucking his thighs because they dont have a condom. robby’s barely resisting slamming his entire cock in den’s cunt
trans dennis sobbing deliriously pleading breed me daddy please please please, and robby grunting in his ear daddy’s gonna stuff you full baby, don’t worry because he’s too tired to pretend he doesn’t want to finish deep inside dennis, hoping it fucking takes
Jack assumed he would be enjoying a nice lunch with two of his buddies, but thirty seconds into their conversation, his blood runs cold.
“I swear to God, Greenway was looking at me weird.”
“That doesn’t mean he’s gay,” Ben argues. “Maybe he just realized how fucking ugly you are.”
Sam shakes his head. “I’m telling you man, it felt weird.”
“Who cares if he is? It’s not like he tried to kiss you.”
“I would’ve beat the shit out of him,” Sam murmurs into his drink.
“Why do you care so much? You secretly a homo?”
“You fucking wish. Maybe you are; fighting at the front lines for them.”
Jack stuffs half his burger into his mouth at once. It’s overcooked and tasteless. He’s been spending more time in his head than in the real world recently, but now they have his full attention, though he’s pretending otherwise.
“I’m just saying, they aren’t bothering anybody.”
"I wouldn't mind them if they weren't bothering anybody," Sam says. "Do what you want on your own time, but I don't need to see it."
"Whatever, man."
"What do you think, Jack?"
Jack chugs his drink, but the dryness in his mouth doesn't go away. "Don't give a fuck."
"Exactly," Ben says.
Sam rolls his eyes. "Alright, fine. You two queers like sucking dick; I guess that's your business. Just keep me out of it."
Ben laughs, and Jack forces the rest of his food down.
Later, he lies in his bed feeling queasy. He's on his stomach with his head half buried in his pillow, looking out the small window, wondering if anyone can see him from the ground. The afternoon sun streams in and bakes his naked shoulders. The door opens and closes behind him.
"That's a nice view to come home to," Robby jokes. He's wearing those tempting little shorts again; selfishly, Jack wishes he wouldn't wear them in public. Robby places a gentle hand on Jack's back and jerks his head toward him. "May I?"
They've never done anything in Jack's bed before, but he can't move and needs Robby's touch, so they'll have to. Jack nods, and Robby makes himself comfortable, barricading Jack against the mattress with his thighs.
Robby trails his lips up the length of Jack’s spine, sending tender shivers through him. The tension in his muscles leaks with each kiss, and soon a calming tingle expands through his whole body as Robby nips at the base of his curls.
"Did you ever do anything with a guy... before?" Jack asks.
Robby hums in his ear. He rests his arms on Jack's shoulders and presses his cheek into his curls. "My friend's brother kissed me once. I didn't know him that well; he was fourteen, I was twelve. He pulled away before I could kiss back and then begged me not to tell anyone. I wouldn't have; I knew better than that, but how scared he was scared me, and I didn't consider touching another guy after that."
He takes a deep breath and continues, "Until I started college. You know, everyone talks about college like it's total freedom and self-discovery, so I thought, why not try again?" Jack can feel Robby's heart pounding against his back. "I went to a few parties, but it wasn't until March that I actually got signals from another guy. He took me outside, and we were making out in this dark corner when some other people came out..."
A shallow laugh vibrates against Jack. "He beat the shit out of me," Robby says. "I don't know if he knew them, or if they even saw us before that, but it didn't matter. He was shouting that I came onto him and called me all sorts of names. I left with a black eye and a busted lip. Didn't go to class for a week afterward because I was fucking embarrassed."
He presses a soft, deliberate kiss to the crook of Jack's neck. "And then I met you."
Sharp tears prick Jack's eyes. He rolls over; it isn't easy with Robby still looming over him, but Jack doesn't want him to move for anything.
Robby's pretty face drops. "What's wrong?"
Jack pinches the bridge of his nose and forces the tears away. "I wish people wouldn't treat you like that," he croaks. As if he's not one of them. Like he isn't exactly like every other man who has ever hurt Robby, or used him for his pretty face and openness.
Robby blinks, confused. "It's okay," he says. He cups Jack's jaw with his hand and brushes his thumb over his cheek. "I'm okay."
Jack breathes in a harsh sniff. "You deserve better."
Robby leans back on his heels. Stunningly beautiful, as always. He looks around the room, as if this shitty little dorm could give him an answer, then he looks down at Jack and shrugs. "I like where I'm at."
Jack surges forward and takes Robby's mouth in his own.
His lips are soft and inviting, exactly how Jack dreamed they would be. Robby's hands retake their place on his jaw, and he sighs softly. He's so perfect, and Jack is greedily tainting him, pulling Robby closer with an arm wrapped tight around his middle and a hand tangled in his hair. Jack needs this to last forever; he might die when it's over.
But it's a good thing, so it must come to an end.
When they do separate, Jack doesn't dare open his eyes. He tries to commit every touch and tingle to memory before he has to come back to reality.
"I think," Robby whispers against his lips. "You need a nap."
Jack can't speak; hearing his own voice will break the veil, so he nods and slowly lies back against the mattress. His arm is still hooked around Robby, who follows without complaint.
They lie nose to nose on Jack's pillow. In a moment of weakness, Jack opens his eyes to check that Robby is real. He is. He's staring back with a small closed mouth smile that nearly knocks Jack out. His thundering heart threatens to leap out of his chest.
Robby presses a light kiss to between his eyebrows. "Sleep," he mumbles.
Despite his pound heart, Jack does.
When he wakes, the sun has started to set, and the room is drenched in a rich orange. Robby is propped up on one elbow, playing connect-the-dots with the freckles on Jack's chest.
"You don't have to stay," Jack says, his voice cracks pathetically.
Robby's head snaps in his direction. A funny smile slides to one half of his face. "I kinda live here, so..."
"I'm a waste of time."
Robby's eyes flicker over his face. Cautiously, he lowers himself and places a gentle kiss on Jack's lips. He pulls away and studies carefully, as Jack licks his lips in an attempt to keep anything Robby gives him. Delicate crinkles form at the corners of Robby's eyes. "Doesn't seem like a waste to me," he says and leans back down.
Jack doesn't know how long he spends kissing Robby; it could have been years, and it wouldn't be enough. They undress each other lazily, more focused on keeping their mouths within an inch of each other at all times.
Robby's tongue is silky and soothing in a way Jack didn't know was possible. He cherishes it as he opens Robby up and slips inside.
"Oh, fuck," he sighs. He's not sure why it's more intense this time compared to all the others. It's as if Jack is losing his virginity again.
"That's it," Robby whispers. He twists his fingers in Jack's curls and reconnects their mouths. "Just like that."
Jack wonders what Robby's first time was like. Has he ever fucked a woman? Did he meet a man at the club, or was it that desperate night when Jack invited himself into his bed for the first time? He can't think of a single scenario where Robby is treated with the gentleness he deserves. It makes him sick.
He wraps a tentative hand around Robby's dick and pumps it slowly in time with his thrusts. Their lips detach as Robby's head tilts back with a content moan; Jack chases him immediately. Robby is more addictive than any shitty beer.
Robby's orgasm takes them both by surprise. He shoots farther than Jack has ever seen before and arches his back with need, calling Jack's name into his own mouth.
Jack's hips slow to a stop, but Robby claws at his back. "Keep going," he says. Then they're kissing again, and Jack has no choice but to obey.
When Jack releases it's as if he's glowing from the inside out. He's too dizzy to hate himself.
"That was good," Robby mutters against his lips. "That was really good."
Jack nods foolishly and collapses with Robby in his arms, still sticky and disgusting, but neither of them care. There are a hundred places Jack should be rather than here, but there is nowhere else he wants to be.
For the second time that day, they fall asleep tangled together in Jack's bed, and for the first time since they met, Jack feels safe.
Ever since he walked in on Robby with a stranger that one time, Jack has been paranoid every time he enters the dorm. Any day of the week, all hours of the day he worries about walking in on Robby enjoying some other man.
It’s just gross. They share a space, and Jack has the good sense not to bring any women around here, Robby should give him the same respect.
He says as much one night when he’s humping Robby’s ass like a dog, hoping that’ll make him more pliable, but all Robby does is roll his eyes.
“Jesus Christ. It was one time. I don't usually come back here," he says.
Jack’s top lip curls. "What? You like to fuck guys in dark alleys?"
"You shouldn't go sticking your dick where you can't see."
A horrible smugness takes over Robby's face. "Oh, you've got me on the wrong side of the wall."
He's bullshitting. Jack is almost certain. 99.9%, but doubt lingers. Jack hates it. "I don't like you talking back."
"I don't care what you like anymore," Robby says. "We can keep this up, but I'm enjoying myself."
"You weren't before?" The thought is a heavy hit to Jack's ego.
Robby hums. “This is alright.” He reaches into his underwear and starts jerking himself off. Like Jack isn’t even there, or he’s just some toy helping Robby reach his own orgasm.
“It’ll be better if you let me fuck you.” Ever since that morning, Robby has had a strict no entrance policy on his asshole, and he rarely gets fully undressed anymore. Thankfully, he’s still willing to blow Jack, but only if he sets the pace. Gone are the days of Jack getting to fuck Robby’s face like the wimpy little queer he is, which is a shame because Jack knows Robby liked it as much as he did.
“Kiss me and you can,” Robby sneers.
Jack pushes himself up on his knees, distancing himself from Robby's tempting lips. "You wish." He juts his hips in silence, letting Robby's breathy sounds and the creak of the bed lead him to orgasm. Even as his dick softens, Jack continues to grind his crotch against the base of the plug sticking out of Robby's hole. It's too much; painful electric shocks zip through every touch, but he needs to play some part in Robby's peak.
Robby is just as captivating as always during his orgasm. Head tilted back, exposing his long, flushed neck, with desperate whimpers jumping out of his throat as his cock spurts white lines. Some of it escapes his tiny briefs and makes a pretty dotted line under his belly button. Jack has to bite his tongue to resist licking it up.
"That scratched an itch," Robby teases, stretching like he's woken from a nap. Nothing like the fucked out bliss Jack was hoping for. "But I'm still going out tonight."
"Fuck off," Jack bites. His legs wobble under him as he retreats to the bathroom.
"You should come," Robby calls after him.
Yeah fucking right. Jack lines himself up over the toilet and forces himself to pee, anything to get him away from Robby for a moment, away from his invite to whatever dilapidated building the city's homos meet in.
Piss dribbles into the toilet. Robby’s offered for Jack to tag along to The Man Hole before; the name alone is enough to make Jack grimace. He can't imagine how filthy he'd feel stepping inside; he's sure whatever that place is, someone like Robby has no business hanging around there. Jack stuffs his dick back in his pants and ignores Robby for the rest of the afternoon.
Long after the sun sets, Robby leans against Jack's half of the wall. "Sure you don't want to come?" He's cut the bottom half of his shirt off, exposing the soft hair that stretches from his belly button to under the waistband of his panties that pokes out over his jeans.
"No," Jack grits out. He turns back to his book and clenches his fist as Robby leaves.
What the fuck is Robby going to do there anyway? Drink shitty beer? Or maybe a frilly girl drink; that might be the only thing they sell at homo bars. He has to be lying about the glory hole. There's no way he would actually do that.
What if Robby does? What if he does it for the first time tonight just to prove a point to Jack? No way. Jack grabs his keys and runs out the door.
The Man Hole is more difficult to find than Jack anticipated, but eventually he finds the glowing red sign in a dingy part of town. The lights in the 'O' wink at him. Fitting.
It's way more crowded inside than Jack anticipated; men in mesh shirts and cut-off shorts keep knocking into him. One guy winks at him, but Jack ignores him, solely focused on finding Robby and dragging him far away from here.
Just when Jack is starting to think Robby was giving him the runaround and didn't come here at all, Jack spots a familiar head of hair. In theory, there's nothing special about it: straight, brown, and short, like half the fuckers in here, but Jack knows that hair. He's felt it between his fingers and yanked at it in desperation.
There's an older guy behind Robby, holding his waist, caging him against the bar, and whispering something in his ear. Robby laughs at something he says and leans back in his grip, tilting his head up and saying something that scrapes his lips over the man's jaw.
Jack stares. It's better than a glory hole, but not by much. This guy's greasy fucking hair is tickling Robby's cheek, and Jack has to suppress the impulse to rip it out of this guy's scalp.
He's picturing all the ways he could beat the snot out of this guy when Robby spots him, and it only takes one horrible second for him to decide to punish Jack.
Robby wraps his arms around the man's shoulders and captures his lips in his own. The man doesn't waste any time. He envelopes Robby's bare waist with his large hands and pushes Robby back against the bar.
The whole bar goes red. Jack shoves his way through the crowd, grabs the man's shirt with two angry fists and throws him back. Jack can hear him stumbling and cursing behind him, but he doesn't give a fuck. All his attention is on Robby.
Jack takes the man's place, caging Robby in, and presses a hot, wet kiss to Robby's neck. He can feel the gasp in Robby's throat against his lips.
"What the fuck?" The guy's rasping voice echoes. Jack detaches himself from Robby's neck and looks up. Robby is staring back at him with rich brown eyes. "You didn't say you had a boyfriend."
"I don't," Robby says. His eyes never leave Jack's.
Jack leans in close and whispers in Robby's ear, "I kissed you. You said if I wanted to fuck you, I had to kiss you. You never said where."
One corner of Robby's mouth quirks up. "Touché." He looks past Jack's shoulder. "Sorry."
"Fuckin' whatever," the guy mutters. Good riddance.
Robby grabs Jack's hand and drags him through the crowded bar. A warm tingle spreads through Robby's fingers into Jack, sprinting up the length of his arm, through his chest, to a flutter in his stomach.
The bathroom lights are a lot brighter than the main area. Jack blinks stupidly, waiting for his eyes to adjust, and lets Robby guide him to the last stall.
There's a hole in the wall leading to the next stall over.
The fluttering in Jack's stomach becomes a grating churn. "You don't really..."
Robby follows his eye line and laughs. "Ew, no." He pushes Jack playfully. "I only fuck hot guys."
Jack's chest puffs. "So you weren't gonna fuck that dude?"
"Hey! I thought he was handsome."
A disapproving noise comes from Jack. Robby grins and slings his arms around Jack's neck.
"It's in your best interest to trust my taste," he teases. He tightens his arms until they're barely two inches apart. Robby must have been one of God's favorite creations, because there is no reason for him to be this beautiful.
The beauty closes his eyes and comes impossibly closer. At the last second, Jack turns his head, and Robby's lips land on his cheek, barely missing the corner of his mouth.
Robby pulls away and clicks his jaw in irritation. "Seriously?"
"I held up my end of the deal," Jack argues.
"No, you found a loophole." His hands land on his hips. They are accentuated stunningly by his exposed underwear. "Which I will honor under one condition."
"What?" Jack's dick has been throbbing since he felt Robby's pulse under his lips; he'll do anything. The fantasy of kissing Robby properly enters his head again. Almost anything.
"Kiss me again. If you're not going to kiss me right, you're gonna kiss me as much as you want to fuck me."
Robby's head hits the wall with a small thunk as Jack shoves him against it. His lips are locked on Robby's neck before he can think, leaving a sloppy, wet trail in his wake.
It isn't long before the collar of Robby's shirt gets in his way. Without thinking, Jack lifts Robby's cropped shirt and kisses the center of his chest. Robby is too thin for there to be any semblance of cleavage, but he reacts with pretty sighs just like all the girls Jack has had before.
It's too easy to take one of Robby's nipples in his mouth. Jack swirls his tongue around the bud, sucking and nipping around it, anything to keep Robby's pretty moans going.
Robby fists his hands in Jack's curls, which gets a moan rumbling through Jack. He wonders if this is how it feels when he holds Robby while he goes down on him.
Jack continues his way down Robby's soft stomach, giving special attention to his happy trail.
"That's good," Robby sighs. "So good."
Jack needs to hear more of that.
He licks a long stripe over the waistband of Robby's panties and undoes his jeans. They fall to the floor in a pathetic pile, and the tent of Robby's straining dick has never been closer to his face.
No. No way.
Jack flips Robby so his front is pressed against the wall. He pulls the backside of Robby's tiny briefs down and relishes in the way his ass bounces from the movement.
He decorates one cheek with sloppy kisses and kneads the other with a wide palm.
"Jack," Robby gasps. "Oh, fuck." He reaches back and replaces one hand back on Jack's head. His grip isn't as good from this angle, but the way his blunt nails scratch at the back of Jack's neck is hypnotizing.
Jack uses one thumb to spread Robby's cheeks and feel his empty hole. "No plug?"
Robby scoffs. "And risk it hitting this floor?"
Excellent point. The foul condition of what he's kneeling on hadn't been at the forefront of Jack's mind, too engrossed in Robby, but he sure as hell wouldn't want any of his shit to touch it either. He wouldn't be in here at all if it weren't for the incentive in front of him.
He spreads Robby's cheeks with both hands, fully exposing his fluttering hole. He's frequently wondered how different it would be to have his tongue here versus a pussy. Jack runs his thumb across it, and it flutters. Practically begging for Jack to find out.
Girls have asses...
He licks a long, thick stripe over Robby's hole. A sharp gasp and a firm yank on his hair are the first answer he gets. He takes another lick.
"Fuck! Jack, are you out of your mind?"
Maybe. It's not anything like a pussy. Not as soft or wet, but it's got it's own allure. Tighter for sure. He digs his hand into the meat of Robby's ass and worms his tongue inside. It's softer than he thought.
Gorgeous whimpers echo through the bathroom. God, Jack wishes they were back in the dorm. He would lay Robby down and trace his insides all night.
His tongue slips out, and Jack zigzags over the outside, adoring the way Robby twitches at the sensation. Jack shoves his own hand down the front of his jeans and jerks his cock with hard strokes.
Robby is gasping and whimpering his name so prettily. All Jack can think about is getting him off like this, making Robby cum in his little panties because Jack is eating him out. No dick needed.
It isn't long before Robby is pushing back against his face, chasing his own orgasm. Fuck, there is nowhere else Jack ever wants to be but right here.
He feels the moment Robby cums. Robby shakes and quivers around Jack's tongue and moans like a howl. Jack prays everyone in the bar heard him. Especially that fucker from earlier.
Robby is clenching in the aftershocks when Jack soils his own jeans. He sprays hot and desperate into his own hand and pumps until there's nothing left for him to give.
Jack pants in the open air, wishing he was back buried inside Robby, gathering his bearings as Robby redresses himself.
"Okay," Robby sighs. "Deal kept."
He's ethereal, standing over Jack like this. He looms like a marble statue. Something for Jack to beg and pray at the feet of.
Robby grabs Jack's hand and helps him stand. "Let's go home."
All Jack can do is nod. Robby could guide him anywhere right now, and he'd be too entranced to stop him.
I had a lot of fun researching lower leg prosthesis for these drawings. During my research I disovered that prosthetics are incredibly expensive and wondered if Dr Abbots health insurance could cover a more athletic prosthetic for sporty days.
Thanks to @shawnhatosysbulge for the sporty Shawn Hatosy reference photos. Thanks again, my friend keep up the good work <3
Dennis who bites the hand that fucks him. He’s grouchy and mean and he’s being mean. And Jack isn’t putting up with it. Robby had entrusted his baby to Jack for the length of his sabbatical trip and Jack wasn’t going to allow Dennis to be a little shit.
So instead of Dennis whining and nipping and being mean, only to be snuggled into a nice long bath and wrapped up and nicely rocked into in bed… instead of getting that he got Jack putting a finger in his face and telling him to knock it the fuck off.
Which Dennis promptly lifted up on his toes a bit and bit before turning to stomp off to the kitchen. He didn’t even get a step away before hands were roughly yanking his clothes, not caring about popped seams or tears as Dennis fought against it.
Jack didn’t yell just growled out “you think you’re gonna get away with that?” As he stripped Dennis down to his socks, shirt and pants getting caught around Dennis feet before he was falling, yelping as he fell. Jack was quick to sit down and catch the younger, yanking Dennis across his lap. Dennis kicked, wiggling as a thick forearm pressed against his lower back keeping him pinned.
“You’re so fucking fussy. Everyone had a bad fucking day. Now kick me and I’m gonna spank you.” Jack warned and made Dennis freeze and something warm and wet dripped down over his hole. Dennis tensed, looking over his shoulder to watch spit drip from Jack’s lip down to his body before his fingers followed.
Dennis was getting too excited, just seeing how Jack ignored his front, fingers sliding against his ass for a minute before diving in. Dennis whined, writhing and wiggling as thick fingers stretched him, wetness falling from him down to the couch cushion as more and more pleasure rushed through him, sensitive parts ignored.
Dennis was crying, hands grabbing the cushion under him, wailing as his whole body shook, sweating as his finally came, three fingers streaming him wide.
“See, no need to be a bitch. Go wash up before dinner.” Jack said with a firm smack to the ass before dumping Dennis to the lounger of the couch. Dennis was still shaking, eyes blinking him back to reality.
thinking about dennis curled up between jack and robby while they fuck his thighs.
skin soft and lube-slick so the older men's cocks slide easily between, instructed to squeeze the pillowy flesh around them. they use his body while they frot against each other, groaning at the added stimulation, their boy encasing them in soft, wet warmth while they desperately fuck against each other's dicks, in that warm cradle of dennis's thighs.
dennis a whimpering mess between them, thighs twitching as he keeps them squeezed together, cunt dripping and adding warm slick to the messy fucking. sometimes robby's dick will catch on his throbbing tdick, making him yelp and whine, flushed all over and dizzy. mmhhh— ah, ahh, please—
robby and jack mostly ignoring him. chasing their pleasure with his body, against each other, panting out groans. dennis is just a sex toy for them to use, pliant and warm between them. they lean to kiss over den's head, tongues sliding together wet and filthy, robby whimpering into jack's molten mouth. yeah, you like that, mikey? like it fuckin filthy? god, what a desperate mutt.
robby's the first to cum, paint dennis's thighs, whining shit— shit, s'good, s'so good, fuck— while his hips stutter. jack follows, slips out of that warmth to cum over den's back, covering him in spend. dennis feels shaky after, whimpering pitifully, cunt throbbing and swollen and so close to the edge. he blinks up at robby with pleading, wet eyes, and the man breaks so easily.
hums oh, den, did so good for us, so good, so proud of you... while jack pries his thighs apart, robby's hand finding his eager cunt. jack grins at den's pitiful whines, robby's fingers stuffing his soft little hole, making him arch. awww, what a perfect little fuckpet. just for our use, huh? you're so lucky, baby, that we like making you cum. say 'thank you, sir, for letting me cum.'
dennis who sobs as he cums on robby's thick fingers, panting out i— mmhh, th- th-ank you, sir, for le— haah— for letting me cum... jerking when robby rubs him just to the edge of pleasured pain. they pet him so sweetly after, cuddle him close, laughing a little at how sticky and used up their boy is. bathtime, huh, puppy? shh, that's okay. cmere.
Tmasc Dennis riding Jack’s boots so hard that his poor little cunt is rubbed absolutely raw, to the point where the kid is genuinely walking funny from it.
Trin keeps asking what his problem is, and Dennis turns as red as a tomato but he just mumbles something along the lines of oh, um, it’s uh, T stuff, uh and Trinity will make a face like she’s grossed out and leave it alone. She doesn’t need to know all that about her roommate. But Jack comes in a couple hours early for his shift just to watch Dennis squirm around, knowing exactly what the problem is.
About thirty minutes before Dennis is scheduled to go home, Jack pulls him into an empty exam room and locks the door. Dennis is too shocked by it to resist or say a word about it.
“Show me.” Jack says it like a command, and Dennis rushes to obey. He pulls his scrubs and boxers down just enough to wiggle them off of one leg so he can lay back on the exam table and spread his legs for Jack. Dennis’s entire vulva is bright red, angry-looking and even slightly scabbed over in a couple spots. It looks so painful. It makes Jack twitch in his pants. “Oh, you poor thing. That looks pretty bad, what are we gonna do about that?” Jack coos softly, gently probing his fingers around to get a good look, and his tone makes Dennis blush worse than having Jack’s eyes and hands on him.
Dennis gulps and stutters out a response. “It’s, um, not actually that—” but Jack cuts him off with a glare.
“Hush. I wasn’t talking to you.” The statement makes a shock of arousal zip throughout Dennis’s entire nervous system, because Jack really is standing there looking at Dennis’s cunt and talking to it like Dennis isn’t even in the room. Fuck. It makes him clench around nothing, and he knows Jack notices. He doesn’t say anything about it, just keeps talking. “Our boy was so mean to you, wasn’t he? So fucked out and stupid that he didn’t even realize the damage he was doing. Dumb little puppies shouldn’t have such nice toys.”
Dennis was positive he was dripping right onto the table by this point. He had never been spoken to like this before, never been broken down and minimized to a mere thing, but fuck was it really doing it for him. He swallowed a whimper as Jack moved away to grab something out of a cabinet. A moment later, Jack’s fingers were back on him, but they were cold, and rubbing something around what he could feel were the worst parts of damage. He had no idea what it was, but Jack was a doctor, and Dennis trusted him without question. He definitely trusted that Jack was treating his damaged pussy with kindness and even reverence. The coolness was a relief on his burning hot skin, and he sighed.
Once they were done and Dennis’s scrubs were back in order, Jack grabbed his chin and forced eye contact. His voice was gruff, and Dennis could tell he was at least annoyed, but probably closer to frustrated. “This will never happen again.” Dennis could only blink and minutely nod his head in Jack’s iron grip. “We will discuss your punishment when I get home. Do you understand why you’re being punished?” Dennis only nodded again, but Jack shook his chin. “Words, pup. Speak.”
“I… I was mean. I hurt myself.” Jack’s mouth curved up, and Dennis knew that was the right answer.
“That’s right, baby. You were mean. I never want to see my girl so abused again, do you understand?” Dennis could do nothing more than nod, his brain quickly shutting down at the language Jack was using. Dennis was pretty secure in his gender, but something about Jack calling his cunt my girl sent electricity shooting around his skull. His chin was finally released, and Jack gave his cheek a couple firm pats, murmured out a good boy, and left the room.
Dennis needed to take another good five minutes to collect himself before he could leave the room. What the fuck. Jack Abbot was goddamn sex on legs, and Dennis was equal parts excited for and dreading whatever cruel, incredibly sexy things Jack was going to do to him later.
The first time Jack gets to fuck Robby after their brief separation is so desperate it’s honestly pathetic. Jack blows his load in record time, but thankfully Robby thinks it’s hot so he doesn’t get teased about it.
Afterward, Jack is about to crawl out of Robby’s bed when Robby asks, “Is your bed really that much more comfortable than mine?”
Jack frowns. “I’m pretty sure everyone has the same mattress.”
“So why bother moving?”
Good point. Jack lays back on Robby’s bed, very careful not to touch him. It’s not an easy feat in this tiny bed, but Jack manages it.
That is, until Robby makes himself comfortable on his chest. He's warm and delightfully heavy. His arm wraps around to Jack's other side, and his tired fingers run the course of Jack's ribs.
It's kinda impossible not to touch someone who is lying on top of you. Jack's hand ends up resting on Robby's waist, but only because that's where it would fall naturally. Robby just happens to have put himself in the way.
After that, Jack sleeps in Robby's bed every time they fuck, which is most nights. Fine by Jack. Saves him from getting his own bed filthy, and for reasons unknown, he has been waking up more rested in Robby's bed.
It's been a long, boring day. Jack may have managed to scrape by with a passing grade on his biology exam, but he isn't overly confident. Nothing like a good fuck to take his mind off of it.
Robby is reading on his bed, wearing a pair of gorgeously tempting exercise shorts that show off the pale expanse of his inner thighs; Jack's head is already filled with fantasies of leaving purple bruises on them.
He drops his bag and beelines to Robby, who looks at him oddly. Jack has taken his usual position, holding himself on top, and is ready to latch his mouth to Robby's neck when his path is blocked by the book.
Jack groans and goes for the other side, but the hardcover smacks into his chin again. "I don't like this game," he mutters.
"Uh..." Robby lowers the book. His usual pretty blush is replaced by an almost sickly pale expression. "I don't think-- I've been thinking..." He winces. "We should put this on pause."
Jack's heart sinks. "Why?" He's been good. He's been so good. Robby always finishes their time together satisfied, and Jack eats him out like it's his fucking job. His own orgasm has become his second priority.
"Well..." Robby gnaws at his bottom lip. It isn't as cute as it usually is. "One of the guys at the bar asked me out, like for real. We've been on a couple dates now, and I don't know, it's not serious, but I feel like I shouldn't be fucking you at the same time."
"Oh," Jack says stupidly. He wants to ask who this guy is; interrogate Robby about every detail pertaining to this guy. Not that it matters. There's nothing Robby could tell him that would make this guy good enough; no one on Earth is good enough for Robby. "Good for you. Or whatever."
Jack darts to the bathroom and takes a shower as an excuse to hide. The pit in his stomach won't go away no matter how hard he scrubs. By the time he's done, his skin has been rubbed so raw that even putting his shirt on makes him feel tender. He slouches over his desk and reads six chapters of his Biochemistry textbook even though he took that class last semester.
The next few weeks are as easy as a stroll through Hell. Jack can't tell if the time is sprinting or dragging by.
Robby goes out with that guy damn near every night, and he always comes back late, if he returns at all.
The tiny dorm is too big without him. Jack ends up running from party to party, hookup to hookup, like a chicken with its head cut off. Maybe he is.
Most times, he ends up faking his orgasm and throwing the condom away before they can see that it's empty. Jerking off doesn't help either. No matter what he tries to imagine, Robby worms his way in.
He stares unblinking at the porn mag in his left hand. The woman is gorgeous, with huge tits and a belly button ring Jack knows he'd like to tug on with his teeth, but it doesn't matter. His brain makes her chest flat, and the ring becomes the starting point for a thick happy trail. He cums, but there's an unsatisfied rock sitting in his gut afterward.
Nearly a month after he last touched Robby, Jack is lying in the dark, failing to fall asleep, when he hears a soft moan come from Robby's side of the room. It's been about a week since Robby last stayed out with his boyfriend, but Jack had been too cowardly to ask about it.
Robby's moans are like music to his ears. Jack's dick is fully invested within seconds. He reaches down and strokes himself to Robby's little gasps and pictures himself being the one to make them happen.
He knows the exact moment that Robby cums. It's breathy and beautiful no matter how much he tries to muffle himself with the pillow. Jack joins him not long after, though he's successful in a silent orgasm. He wipes himself somewhat clean with a dirty shirt and sleeps more soundly than he has in ages.
Jack initially planned on leaving the events of last night alone, but when he turns the corner, Robby is already awake and studying at his desk in nothing but his panties.
"Boyfriend not treating you right?" He asks.
Robby laughs shallowly and shakes his head. "We broke up."
Jack's heart pounds against his ribs. A heavyweight relieves itself from his shoulders, but at the same time, a storm cloud brews over him. What idiot would let Robby go? "When?"
"Last week."
"Why didn't you tell me?"
Robby shrugs. "We don't really talk about dating, and I thought it would be weird to announce, 'oh, hey, we can fuck again.' Don't you think?"
"Yeah," Jack lies. Fuck weird. He could've been back inside Robby a week ago. He places a hand on Robby's desk and leans in close enough that his own breath bounces back off Robby's neck. "Why'd you split?"
A shy grin worms its way onto Robby's face. "It's stupid."
"I doubt that."
"It's petty."
"Tell me anyway."
Robby taps his finger on the wood, debating, then sighs. "He wouldn't suck me off."
Jack blinks. "What?"
"I don't know. He said he didn't do that, and well..." He looks up at Jack. Pretty long lashes flutter over his hypnotic eyes. "I figured that's a mistake you only make once."
Acid fills Jack's mouth; he doesn't like being a mistake.
"Don't worry about it," Robby says. "I'm not. There are other fish in the sea."
The thought of Robby going 'fishing' makes Jack want to throw up. He pushes the thought away by planting a wet kiss under his jaw; all thoughts of other men in his position fade away with Robby's pretty moans.
It's so easy to fall back into this pattern, like no time has passed at all. No one has ever come between them, or will.
Jack sinks to his knees, leaving a wet trail behind him. He pays special attention to Robby's nipples and happy trail as an apology for being away from them for so long. With each kiss, the bulge in Robby's underwear grows. It brushes Jack's chin as he hips at the waistline.
He massages Robby's thighs. They're so soft. Jack imagines staying here forever, content to worship Robby's silky skin and do nothing but pleasure him for all eternity.
When he moves to the other side, Robby's covered hard on kisses his nose. Jack stares at it as he sucks on Robby's unblemished skin.
...It isn't very intimidating. Jack has seen it before, so he knows Robby isn't offering anything he can't handle. Carefully, Jack lowers Robby's waistband. Robby lifts his hips and kicks the underwear away. He's red and leaking already. Jack's mouth detaches from Robby's skin with a small pop.
Robby's breath hitches when he realizes what Jack is thinking. "You don't have to. I know what I said, but I wasn't trying to convince you or anything. It's fine. I like what we do."
Jack looks up, but looks away just as quickly. Robby's pretty flush is too much to bear. He swallows. He needs to bite the bullet. It's fine. Everything will be fine.
He wraps his lips tentatively around the head of Robby's cock. It's saltier than he expected, but not bad. He tried to remember everything he's ever enjoyed when on the receiving end, but he's too overwhelmed to think. Especially with Robby's shuddering breaths and blunt nails scraping his scalp.
Jack sinks farther down and chokes with about an inch left. Jesus. Robby made this look easy. His dick has barely reached Jack's molars, and he's already gagging; meanwhile, Robby takes whatever he's given with no complaints except enticing tears that fill his eyes as he stares at Jack with need.
This is no place for pride, so Jack works his tongue over what he can and rubs the rest with two fingers. He sucks hard and tries to swallow all the pre cum, but Robby's flow is hard to keep up with, and he ends up with drool spilling pitifully out the corners of his mouth. It always manages to be hot when Robby gets sloppy; Jack hopes he's providing a similar experience.
He must be, he decides, because Robby's grip tightens and his breathing becomes more desperate. "Jack. Jack, I'm gonna—" He tugs at Jack's hair, which elicits a moan. Huh. Learn something new every day.
"Jack, seriously," Robby pants. "You need to pull off now."
That just makes him suck harder. Robby has always been so good for him. It's time he repaid the favor.
Except this is more difficult than it looked, too. Fuck, he has not been appreciating Robby as much as he should have been. Cum hits the back of Jack's throat and makes him sputter on instinct. He swallows what he can, but most of it dribbles down his chin and creates a pathetic puddle on the chair.
Jack wipes his face and, without thinking, licks his fingers clean.
"Jesus," Robby chuckles, breathless. "That's a sight for sore eyes."
Lightning shoots through Jack's spine. He stands, back ramrod straight, knees aching. "Good. Glad you liked that," he croaks.
Robby reaches for his boxers, but Jack steps out of reach. "Come on, I want to help."
"I'm good." Jack's vision is hazy. "Thanks though."
"Please? I like doing it, and it's been so long."
"I have somewhere I need to be," Jack lies. "So, I'm gonna go get ready."
He stumbles his way to the bathroom and lets the shower wash him away. The taste of Robby lingers in his mouth. There's a metallic undertone to it. Jack likes it. He hates that he likes it. Hot tears sting his eyes and blend with the water as they streak down his face.
The first time Jack gets to fuck Robby after their brief separation is so desperate it’s honestly pathetic. Jack blows his load in record time, but thankfully Robby thinks it’s hot so he doesn’t get teased about it.
Afterward, Jack is about to crawl out of Robby’s bed when Robby asks, “Is your bed really that much more comfortable than mine?”
Jack frowns. “I’m pretty sure everyone has the same mattress.”
“So why bother moving?”
Good point. Jack lays back on Robby’s bed, very careful not to touch him. It’s not an easy feat in this tiny bed, but Jack manages it.
That is, until Robby makes himself comfortable on his chest. He's warm and delightfully heavy. His arm wraps around to Jack's other side, and his tired fingers run the course of Jack's ribs.
It's kinda impossible not to touch someone who is lying on top of you. Jack's hand ends up resting on Robby's waist, but only because that's where it would fall naturally. Robby just happens to have put himself in the way.
After that, Jack sleeps in Robby's bed every time they fuck, which is most nights. Fine by Jack. Saves him from getting his own bed filthy, and for reasons unknown, he has been waking up more rested in Robby's bed.
It's been a long, boring day. Jack may have managed to scrape by with a passing grade on his biology exam, but he isn't overly confident. Nothing like a good fuck to take his mind off of it.
Robby is reading on his bed, wearing a pair of gorgeously tempting exercise shorts that show off the pale expanse of his inner thighs; Jack's head is already filled with fantasies of leaving purple bruises on them.
He drops his bag and beelines to Robby, who looks at him oddly. Jack has taken his usual position, holding himself on top, and is ready to latch his mouth to Robby's neck when his path is blocked by the book.
Jack groans and goes for the other side, but the hardcover smacks into his chin again. "I don't like this game," he mutters.
"Uh..." Robby lowers the book. His usual pretty blush is replaced by an almost sickly pale expression. "I don't think-- I've been thinking..." He winces. "We should put this on pause."
Jack's heart sinks. "Why?" He's been good. He's been so good. Robby always finishes their time together satisfied, and Jack eats him out like it's his fucking job. His own orgasm has become his second priority.
"Well..." Robby gnaws at his bottom lip. It isn't as cute as it usually is. "One of the guys at the bar asked me out, like for real. We've been on a couple dates now, and I don't know, it's not serious, but I feel like I shouldn't be fucking you at the same time."
"Oh," Jack says stupidly. He wants to ask who this guy is; interrogate Robby about every detail pertaining to this guy. Not that it matters. There's nothing Robby could tell him that would make this guy good enough; no one on Earth is good enough for Robby. "Good for you. Or whatever."
Jack darts to the bathroom and takes a shower as an excuse to hide. The pit in his stomach won't go away no matter how hard he scrubs. By the time he's done, his skin has been rubbed so raw that even putting his shirt on makes him feel tender. He slouches over his desk and reads six chapters of his Biochemistry textbook even though he took that class last semester.
The next few weeks are as easy as a stroll through Hell. Jack can't tell if the time is sprinting or dragging by.
Robby goes out with that guy damn near every night, and he always comes back late, if he returns at all.
The tiny dorm is too big without him. Jack ends up running from party to party, hookup to hookup, like a chicken with its head cut off. Maybe he is.
Most times, he ends up faking his orgasm and throwing the condom away before they can see that it's empty. Jerking off doesn't help either. No matter what he tries to imagine, Robby worms his way in.
He stares unblinking at the porn mag in his left hand. The woman is gorgeous, with huge tits and a belly button ring Jack knows he'd like to tug on with his teeth, but it doesn't matter. His brain makes her chest flat, and the ring becomes the starting point for a thick happy trail. He cums, but there's an unsatisfied rock sitting in his gut afterward.
Nearly a month after he last touched Robby, Jack is lying in the dark, failing to fall asleep, when he hears a soft moan come from Robby's side of the room. It's been about a week since Robby last stayed out with his boyfriend, but Jack had been too cowardly to ask about it.
Robby's moans are like music to his ears. Jack's dick is fully invested within seconds. He reaches down and strokes himself to Robby's little gasps and pictures himself being the one to make them happen.
He knows the exact moment that Robby cums. It's breathy and beautiful no matter how much he tries to muffle himself with the pillow. Jack joins him not long after, though he's successful in a silent orgasm. He wipes himself somewhat clean with a dirty shirt and sleeps more soundly than he has in ages.
Jack initially planned on leaving the events of last night alone, but when he turns the corner, Robby is already awake and studying at his desk in nothing but his panties.
"Boyfriend not treating you right?" He asks.
Robby laughs shallowly and shakes his head. "We broke up."
Jack's heart pounds against his ribs. A heavyweight relieves itself from his shoulders, but at the same time, a storm cloud brews over him. What idiot would let Robby go? "When?"
"Last week."
"Why didn't you tell me?"
Robby shrugs. "We don't really talk about dating, and I thought it would be weird to announce, 'oh, hey, we can fuck again.' Don't you think?"
"Yeah," Jack lies. Fuck weird. He could've been back inside Robby a week ago. He places a hand on Robby's desk and leans in close enough that his own breath bounces back off Robby's neck. "Why'd you split?"
A shy grin worms its way onto Robby's face. "It's stupid."
"I doubt that."
"It's petty."
"Tell me anyway."
Robby taps his finger on the wood, debating, then sighs. "He wouldn't suck me off."
Jack blinks. "What?"
"I don't know. He said he didn't do that, and well..." He looks up at Jack. Pretty long lashes flutter over his hypnotic eyes. "I figured that's a mistake you only make once."
Acid fills Jack's mouth; he doesn't like being a mistake.
"Don't worry about it," Robby says. "I'm not. There are other fish in the sea."
The thought of Robby going 'fishing' makes Jack want to throw up. He pushes the thought away by planting a wet kiss under his jaw; all thoughts of other men in his position fade away with Robby's pretty moans.
It's so easy to fall back into this pattern, like no time has passed at all. No one has ever come between them, or will.
Jack sinks to his knees, leaving a wet trail behind him. He pays special attention to Robby's nipples and happy trail as an apology for being away from them for so long. With each kiss, the bulge in Robby's underwear grows. It brushes Jack's chin as he hips at the waistline.
He massages Robby's thighs. They're so soft. Jack imagines staying here forever, content to worship Robby's silky skin and do nothing but pleasure him for all eternity.
When he moves to the other side, Robby's covered hard on kisses his nose. Jack stares at it as he sucks on Robby's unblemished skin.
...It isn't very intimidating. Jack has seen it before, so he knows Robby isn't offering anything he can't handle. Carefully, Jack lowers Robby's waistband. Robby lifts his hips and kicks the underwear away. He's red and leaking already. Jack's mouth detaches from Robby's skin with a small pop.
Robby's breath hitches when he realizes what Jack is thinking. "You don't have to. I know what I said, but I wasn't trying to convince you or anything. It's fine. I like what we do."
Jack looks up, but looks away just as quickly. Robby's pretty flush is too much to bear. He swallows. He needs to bite the bullet. It's fine. Everything will be fine.
He wraps his lips tentatively around the head of Robby's cock. It's saltier than he expected, but not bad. He tried to remember everything he's ever enjoyed when on the receiving end, but he's too overwhelmed to think. Especially with Robby's shuddering breaths and blunt nails scraping his scalp.
Jack sinks farther down and chokes with about an inch left. Jesus. Robby made this look easy. His dick has barely reached Jack's molars, and he's already gagging; meanwhile, Robby takes whatever he's given with no complaints except enticing tears that fill his eyes as he stares at Jack with need.
This is no place for pride, so Jack works his tongue over what he can and rubs the rest with two fingers. He sucks hard and tries to swallow all the pre cum, but Robby's flow is hard to keep up with, and he ends up with drool spilling pitifully out the corners of his mouth. It always manages to be hot when Robby gets sloppy; Jack hopes he's providing a similar experience.
He must be, he decides, because Robby's grip tightens and his breathing becomes more desperate. "Jack. Jack, I'm gonna—" He tugs at Jack's hair, which elicits a moan. Huh. Learn something new every day.
"Jack, seriously," Robby pants. "You need to pull off now."
That just makes him suck harder. Robby has always been so good for him. It's time he repaid the favor.
Except this is more difficult than it looked, too. Fuck, he has not been appreciating Robby as much as he should have been. Cum hits the back of Jack's throat and makes him sputter on instinct. He swallows what he can, but most of it dribbles down his chin and creates a pathetic puddle on the chair.
Jack wipes his face and, without thinking, licks his fingers clean.
"Jesus," Robby chuckles, breathless. "That's a sight for sore eyes."
Lightning shoots through Jack's spine. He stands, back ramrod straight, knees aching. "Good. Glad you liked that," he croaks.
Robby reaches for his boxers, but Jack steps out of reach. "Come on, I want to help."
"I'm good." Jack's vision is hazy. "Thanks though."
"Please? I like doing it, and it's been so long."
"I have somewhere I need to be," Jack lies. "So, I'm gonna go get ready."
He stumbles his way to the bathroom and lets the shower wash him away. The taste of Robby lingers in his mouth. There's a metallic undertone to it. Jack likes it. He hates that he likes it. Hot tears sting his eyes and blend with the water as they streak down his face.
