#kakexmen.

[drtymen]

@kakexmen​​, continued.

joe had been quite a catch. nice face, what appeared to be a nice body under the nearly cartoonish sailor uniform, and a hell of a willingness to obey to him - so cockhungry he was compiling to whatever, maybe? ramsay didn’t know, and he didn’t care. what he knew is that he soon had joe on his knees, cheeks red from a few slaps he had received, and a boner in his own sweatpants - and so did joe, he could tell when he grabbed his crotch just a bit too tightly. the man was so willing and submissive he simply had to record this moment, and so the camera (that he didn’t expect to use - it’s not always military men are such faggots) came.

camera ready in hand and cock ready to get (more than a type of) release, he had his new toy get in his tub (sure, he could make joe lick it clean - but he had other plans for him), building up anticipation. he could tell the sailor was aware of what was going to happen, and was more than happy. recording.   “ open up. ”   he tells, as he pulls his sweatpants and boxers to reveal his nice package. there were only a few seconds between his words and- ah! he didn’t properly aim for it, but seeing that most of his flow went to joe’s lips got a big grin on his face. after the lips, he made sure to get the pathetic little sailor uniform properly wet, and soon the stream was over. a shame, really; he wished he could see how much he could force onto his mouth.   “ c’ mere. ”   he grabs a handful of the curly hair and wipes his tip onto the other’s cheeks.   “ tongue out. ”   it wasn’t a request, and it wasn’t exactly a command either - ramsay said joe would put his faggot tongue out, and the other would simply do just that. he had a few punishments for when his toys weren’t being very compliant, but with the fag little sailor, he knew there would be no need to.

[drtymen]

@kakexmen, continued from here.

he was already grinding himself against the man, cheeks and chest flushed with pink, and all they had done was make out - maybe it was the two strong hickeys archie had left in his silky skin, or maybe the man’s dirty talk had worked even better than usual, or maybe he just was becoming more and more hungry for the man as their enconters progressed. they were both dressed, but peter was already dreaming of the sound of their skin slapping while he is filled with the man’s warmness.   “you’re teasing me really good, sir, sorry...”   he doubted the man was mad or frustraded that he was so eager, but the apology came become he could think. the permition kiss was specially slow and warm and inviting, and it went straight down to his crotch. with a big smile, he got out of the man’s lap, and to the floor, hands impatient to open the man’s belt and jeans. when he finally freed the thick erection, he couldn’t help but stare at it for a few seconds. a deep gulp, a glance from doe eyes to archibald’s features, and he had the man in his mouth. tongue swirling around the lenght, he lowered himself inch by inch, until he could feel the head in his throat and pubic hair against his face. for a few seconds, he stayed there, not daring to push his limits yet, but not backing down either - but then he came back, as slowly as he went in, taking a deep breath when the member was no longer heavy on his tongue.   “is this... is this good? i wan-”   he placed the tip on his open tongue, giving it a slow lick.   “i wanna be good.”