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Show Me, Daddy|Bobby&Bobby
He had known it for two weeks now. One day, Bobby came home earlier just to see his son on his knees and his best friend, David, giving him cock. Bobby looked so hungry. His own son, his oldest, the one that had got his own name. Strangely enough, Bobby was so turned on that he jerked off to it several times. He wasn’t expecting it to come like this, but Bobby came to him to ask about it. Robert paused the TV and looked at his son. “Do you mean... with a girl, son?” He pretended not to know, he wanted to see where that talk would lead them.
Bobby sat on the couch beside his father, mostly ignoring the question, “We’ve done some kissing and mouth stuff, but I’m worried about not being experienced enough. What if I mess up?” He looked up at his father with pleading eyes, “Were you nervous your first time?” Bobby very carefully avoided pronouns.
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Frank and Noah had fooled around in Frank's cabin before, and tonight would be no different. However, once some time pass and Noah could adjust to his newfound changes, the two came up with a way to help Noah get control. The game of course was going in his favor at the moment. The flame from the fireplace was heating up the cabin and making them both sweat a little. "Sure, but you sure you can focus?" he asked, resting his hands behind his head and exposing his pits, which would fill the cabin fast. Just a test to see how far along Noah was controlling his urges. "C'mon...just take everything off, and you can get all of this," he said gesturing to his pits. Of course, if Noah gave up so easily, there might be a punishment involved in the form of a spanking.
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“What the fuck are you looking at?” Okay...So perhaps Manny was being a bit aggressive, and a general asshole to everyone around him. But the bimbo was so fucking tired and annoyed of having to put up with people and their shit already. “Are you gonna keep standing there flabbergasted or are you going to get out of my way?” Manny growled.
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Jake smiled at the young man. He had paid quite a lot of money for him. And for one entire week, Marc was supposed to be his. A definitive win for him. He looked around the room, noticing it was just the two of them. He approached Marc, letting the boy see him in the light. One hand reached to touch that hard chest, slightly wet with the oils they had used on him. To make the display even better. His finger rubbed one of the perky, small nipples. “Nothing to grab. Just put it all in your bag and bring it with you.” Jake waited by the door, his own cock so hard it felt it would explode through his tight trousers. The older man accompanied Marc out of the building and into the parking lot. One young man in uniform delivered him his key and his car. He was fully suited but Marc wore nothing but a thong. It was quite a sight to see. He opened the passenger seat for his special guest. “Come on, boy. Time to go.”
Marc couldn’t help but just stare at Jake with wide eyes, taking in the lived in sexiness of the older man. He let out the tiniest little gasp as his nipple was rubbed, it almost instantly perked up as firmly as possible. He put his hands casually on his hips as he stood there happily “Sounds perfect” he said with a big grin as he went to grab his bag and threw it over his shoulder, walking as casually as he could to join the older man out into the parking lot. He was stunned seeing the size of the car, but he happily climbed into the passenger side and looked to Jake “Can’t wait, looks like we’re in for a fun week” he said and he waited until Jake was in the car before reaching over and just running his fingers over the man’s thigh “So, what’re the chances of me getting to see you in something like this” he said, gesturing to his obscenely tight speedo “Just looking at you I’m going to take a guess that it’d look good on you... just a hunch I have” he said with a flirty grin.
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Ben&Dom
Ben’s body answered to Dom’s touch, turning at something as simple as the other moving to the left since he already knew the signs. His arms moved up against the sheets, leaving his way marked on them, he wasn’t trying to show off his body for the other but it seemed like he did because his arms were in an angle that simulated that he was flexing and that simple movement made the muscles on his back tense, being more present that way. He only moved them to be more comfortable, his fingers grasping the soft fabric, a sign that the torture was starting, but that it wasn’t enough for him to start begging. “Are you sure you can’t control yourself? That you won’t start fucking me before I beg for it?".
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Alain clenched his teeth. Every now and again he would assume this position, but it wasn’t that often. It was probably why he always felt that tight. He groaned under his breath, one hand holding Josiah’s shoulder as he let himself move down, cock sliding all inside of him. This time he let his mouth open and the moan echoed in the room, loud as it was. “Fuck.” He grunted, holding his cock. It was too soon but then again that cock hit him deep and in all the right places. “Damn I think I’m gonna-” He was not even jerking himself, just holding his cock to try and stop it from happening so soon. But it was inevitable. He shot his load over his belly and his thighs. “Fuck.” He groaned louder again.
Josiah smirked, “Been a while for you, hasn’t it?” Like his prostate was so untouched it was basically a fucking trigger. Josiah wasn’t even really fucking up into him, just gripping Alain’s thigh, letting the other man mostly set the pace. Still, it couldn’t be helped apparently, even with Alain trying to squeeze his own cock to stop it, the other man shot prematurely while Josiah was buried deep within him. “So... Fucking... Tight. Jesus.” He was a true versatile but there was something about fucking an impossibly tight hole that really got him going. In all their couplings, the spy had always been on the receiving end, at least until now when he wanted to switch things up a bit and he wasn’t regretting it at all. And with the way Alain himself was acting, neither was he.
“Do the boys back home touch you like I do?” Josiah rarely saw Alain, not when the other was always travelling, (but technically so was he, just that Alain was unaware of his real job and thus unaware that he too often travelled). But he had to have been at least one of the unique few that got to see him come undone like this. Josiah figured with a load milked out of him, Alain would be more relaxed and it was probably a bit easier to finally become a more active participant — and he did just that: pumped his arousal into that heat as his hands tried to spread the other’s legs apart wider while he slid down on him.
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One voice was all it took for the Man of Steel to fly through the thick of the night sky. It been a rumor that had spread; a claim supported by more and more stories in the locality that told the same thing—that while the government and the news had not caught on it yet, it was more than enough to cause concern for the Kryptonian. Monster. The hapless civilian called out in the rush of his own horror. And with it, Superman knew that there was no more time to waste. He flew. He surged. That as the situation was quick to turn into a hot pursuit, he couldn’t take it up to chance nor call for back up. Alien. He was the one that needs to handle them. And at the mere sight of it—of them was all it took for Superman to let his momentum and brawn to collide onto the other and slam them both against the concrete wall and floor. The man’s screaming was gone. He was safe. But the situation was yet to be in full control.
“Tell me who you are—” Clark demanded as he straightened up, looking down onto the stranger who seemed to have survived the attack—some confirmation of its nature. Alien. That he knew much. And as the round and massive slabs of his breasts pushed out with his sigh as the moonlight crawled in reverence at his unmistakable sigil as he practically stood over the other, he steeled himself in a wide stance. Feet on either side of the other as if a display of his mighty legs that led up to his meaty thighs as he was all mighty from head to toe.
“--------- and I won’t ask twice.”