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[jockstuds112]

My kid and I have had a good thing going. Since my boy opened up about how big he’s been crushing on his old man junior year we’ve been fucking like two rabbits. Fooling around behind the wife’s back gives me a twinge of guilt every once in a while, but man getting to fuck jock tail all the time makes it worth it.

I’ll say it, I’m an ass man. It’s what initially drew me to my boy’s mom. But Brody’s ass is stacked. The perfect muscle boy ass that dimples when he’s flexing his glutes and showing off for me, but just the right amount of give so it jiggles when I pound him. I thank god every day my big guy went into baseball. When we first started fooling around the kid was practically hairless. A light dusting of teen fuzz here and there. Two years later puberty has done a number to the fucker. Strength training from his coaches is one thing. But the fur is what really gets my dick dripping.

Eating out my big guy has practically become a second job for me. If we really have time for a good fuck session, I’ll eat his tail out for a good hour before laying pipe into his wet and waiting jock pussy. Nothing like it in the world I’ll tell ya. Brody always tasted great. That teen-jock gaminess to him. Sweat and a faint taste of bodywash. But with the new addition of the fur dusting his ass the kid is really coming into his own as a big manly jock. Fanning out above his ass and deep into his trench there’s a new and manly scent to him.

Call it what you want. Horomomes, pheromones, whatever. The scent of Brody’s jock pussy makes me go fucking feral. And don’t even get me started about how he tastes after ball practice. The kid knows not to shower now until I get home after work and get a crack at cleaning out his tail with my tongue. That fucking man taste, that salty musk he gets these days is going to leave me with a serious case of empty nest syndrome when he goes off to college in the fall.

[ricaire]

[ben54writes]

You know no matter how much he resists this is what he craves.

It doesn’t matter that he says he’s only doing it so you keep paying his phone bills, his car insurance, his rent.

He says he fucking hates the drag of your cock over his tongue. He hates the way you give him no time to prepare before you’re slamming into his mouth, listening to the way he gags around your length. Feeling the spit run down your shaft and dripping to the floor.

The way you smell. The way you taste. He hates how you make him do this. That you force him to his knees.

Perhaps you’d believe your son, if you didn’t see the devotion in his eyes when he buries his nose in your bush. Perhaps you’d believe him, if you hadn’t seen the wet stain on the front of his pants.

Maybe it’s time to figure out if he hates your cock in his ass as much as he does in his mouth.

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[lucaamatowrites]

Alone Together with My Beta Brother

At a New Years Party, wealthy socialite Tony Hogseth suddenly enters a rut. His 23-year-old younger brother, Benny, whisks him away to a sec

“You’re mine. You’ve always been mine, and I don’t want anyone to take you away from me.”

Benny’s eyes drifted from his brother’s face down to the swollen, leaking cock. He swallowed. “I can’t be yours. Think of how difficult that would be for you. If anyone found out, that’d be the end of everything you’ve worked for. We’d be shunned and alone.”

“I don’t mind being alone together.” Tony licked his lips. “I want to fuck you. I want to fill you with pheromones and somehow unlock an omega nature. I want us to make son-nephews together. I want to give you a claiming bite. But you’re a beta, and more importantly, you’re my brother. So it’s up to you. Tell me to fuck off. Or.” Tony started stroking his cock again. His precum dripped onto the floor. “Take your mask off, and bathe in my pheromones.”

One minute passed, and then another. Neither brother said a word. Neither looked away. Tony kept stroking his dick. Benny kept looking between Tony’s eyes and his crotch.

“Okay.”

[hispervertbrother]

creepy dad n creepy big bro talking abt little bro during the threesome like the poor thing’s not even there.

“how many times do you think he’ll cum, dad?” big bro pants, fucking his cock into little bro.

“I dunno,” dad groans, hand steady stroking his cock as he watches, “but you better make him cum hard. Jus’ remember not to break him… I’m havin’ a turn.”

n baby bro looks all dumb n dazed, unable to think properly with big bro’s cock balls-deep in his soaking cunt—just knowing it won’t end there.

dad’s gonna have a turn with him, too. ♡

[kiddo-princess]

king x prince where it gets impossible for the rest of their court to ignore.

the two of them are hardly ever apart, they’ve even started sharing the same bedchamber…

king has begun insisting on prince attending every strategy meeting, but it’s become increasingly obvious that the king only wants his son there so he can use the boy as a cute cockwarmer.

servants have begun to spread rumors about hearing the prince’s soft gasps and the king’s gruff growls from behind closed doors well after the meetings ended. though no one would be surprised to find out the rumors were true.

[awakensoul6969-deactivated20141]

[jakespot7]

Dad always let me do this when it was just us guys in the house. He said it was good to bond together like that and as long as we kept it between us.

I never thought he’d let me do it, but when I found his gay porn stash on his laptop I built up the courage to ask.

“I’m going to miss this when you go back next week,” he said as he watched me work.

“You’re telling me! Jeremy won’t let me suck his cock anymore cuz he’s back with his girlfriend,” I told him.

“Oh no, buddy. We know better don’t we? Girls don’t get in the way of us guys,” Dad said as I slobbered all over him.

“Well you tell my roommate that,” I said smiling up at him.

“Download an app, bud. College is where you should be doing the most,” he said as he slowly humped into my mouth.

“You should download an app,” I suggest back to him as I rubbed his balls on my face.

“Naw, it’s you or your mom. I don’t have time chasing shit,” he chuckled.

I stopped talking for a little while and went back down on him, pushing him to the back of my throat. He was right, this was the best bonding a father could do with a son. I hoped others understood what I got to experience with my own father and did it with theirs too. I loved satisfying the dick that made me and thanking him for bringing me into the world.

“Okay, bud. You’re going to make me cum. You want to swallow, yeah?” He asked.

“Of course,” I replied and sucked harder and faster. “Give me you cum, Dad!” I moaned on the end of his cock.

“Oh fuck, bubba. Swallow all of me, okay?” He said and pushed up into my mouth. “Fuck, son!”

His creamy load shot in my mouth and I gripped his sack in my hand. The sweet flavor of my father filled my mouth and I gulped down, knowing he’d give me more.

“My perfect kid, suck on me, goddamn,” he moaned. “Thank you, buddy. You’re so freaking good of me.”

I let my father unload in my mouth as I kept swallowing and made him a part of me. I loved this feeling, nothing was like it. Even Jeremy, who has a great cock, didn’t compare to my Dad. I felt my own load building up as I pumped my dick in my hand.

I stood up and fed my dick to my Dad. I immediately started cuming in his mouth as he sucked and had each hand on each of my ass cheeks. I looked down as he bobbed up and down on me. I gave him my load, completing the bonding experience between, we both took each other, no exceptions. It was the rule that Dad came up with when we started this.

[cbere-deactivated20140820]

[notgaybuckybarnes]

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[k-wame]

marlon brando & monty clift queening out together 😍

[bern579]

[jamesfucksdaddies]

Oh FUCK bro! Your ass is out again!

[cherwallyx]

[bonestoo]

dad who falls in love with his son as he watches his little boy grow into a man; his boy’s arms and chest and thighs are thicker with fat and muscle, his body hair is more prominent, and his face looks much more mature, but he is still so, so handsome.

he’s always loved how smooth and soft his son was, but now, it’s getting harder to deny his hunger for his boy. to pretend that his stomach doesn’t flutter whenever his son stands next to him because he’s so tall now. to block out those awful daydreams of his son bending him over the kitchen counter with those strong hands of his and splitting him in half on his cock—the same cock that he created.

he can’t stop thinking about it, even when the guilt is all-consuming. thoughts about how heavy and thick he must be now, how fucking good he must smell and taste, and how well his son would stretch him open haunt his mind whenever he’s in bed and the solitude gets a little too much. he always comes so quickly whenever he thinks about his boy.

son who conveniently forgets to knock on the door before walking in on his father attempting to ride a dildo, all teary-eyed as his thighs tremble because the toy is too big for him…

[yslnights]

[igayxxxx]

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[barbie-verse]

heated rivalry twitter (7/?) ft married hollanov in celebration of the book 3 announcement

[jockboyfriend]

[seaninfl]

The moment I walked through the front door, I could feel the tension in the air—thick, electric, like the hum of a live wire. My sons, Derek and Tyler, were sprawled across the living room, their muscular frames barely contained by the tight, designer speedos I’d bought them last week. The white Louis Vuitton fabric clung to their thick cocks, the outlines obscene, the bulges straining against the seams. Derek, the older one at 22, was lounging on the couch, one arm draped over the back, his dark eyes locked onto me with that predatory smirk that always made my stomach flip. Tyler, just 20 but built like a fucking god, was stretched out on the floor, his abs glistening with a light sheen of sweat, his fingers tracing idle circles over the damp spot forming on his speedos.

“Took you long enough, Dad,” Derek drawled, his voice a low, mocking purr. He stretched his arms above his head, the movement making his biceps swell, the veins in his forearms popping. The speedo rode up just enough to flash the base of his cock, the dark thatch of hair peeking out. “We were starting to think you forgot about us.”

I swallowed hard, my briefcase slipping from my fingers as I kicked the door shut behind me. The sound of the lock clicking into place felt final, like a seal on a deal I’d already lost. “I—I had a meeting that ran late,” I stammered, my voice betraying me. Fuck, why did they always do this to me? Why did I let them?

Tyler chuckled, rolling onto his side, his speedo riding up even further, the tip of his cock pressing against the fabric, a dark, wet stain spreading. “A meeting, huh?” He licked his lips, his gaze dragging down my body, slow and deliberate. “Must’ve been real important. More important than us?”

I exhaled sharply, my cock already half-hard in my slacks. “You know that’s not true,” I muttered, but my protest was weak, pathetic. They knew I’d drop everything for them. They knew I’d crawl if they asked.

Derek sat up, his thighs spreading just enough to give me a perfect view of the way his cock twitched beneath the speedo. “Then prove it,” he said, his voice dropping to a growl. “Get on your knees, Dad. Show us how sorry you are for keeping us waiting.”

My breath hitched. I should’ve resisted. I should’ve. But the way Tyler was biting his lower lip, the way Derek’s fingers were already hooking into the waistband of his speedo, pulling it down just enough to tease the swollen head of his cock—fuck, I was already sinking to the floor before I could stop myself.

“Good boy,” Derek murmured, his free hand tangling in my hair, yanking my head back so I was forced to look up at him. His cock sprang free, thick and veiny, the tip already glistening with pre-cum. “Now open that pretty mouth. Let’s see how well you can apologize.”

The first lick was always the worst—the way my tongue dragged over the salty-sweet pre-cum beading at his slit, the way his fingers tightened in my hair, pulling just enough to make my eyes water. Derek groaned, his hips jerking up, forcing more of his cock between my lips. “Fuck, yeah, just like that,” he hissed, his voice rough. “Take it all, Dad. Show us what a good little slut you are.”

I moaned around his shaft, my hands gripping his thighs, my nails digging into the hard muscle. Tyler had moved behind me, his fingers already working at my belt, yanking it open with a sharp snap. “Look at you,” he taunted, his breath hot against my ear. “Already hard for us. Pathetic.” His hand slid into my pants, wrapping around my cock, stroking me slow and teasing. “You love this, don’t you? Love being our little fucktoy.”

I whimpered, my hips bucking into his grip, my mouth still stuffed full of Derek’s cock. The sounds I was making—wet, sloppy, obscene—filled the room, mixing with Derek’s grunts and Tyler’s dark laughter.

“That’s it,” Derek growled, his hips snapping up, fucking my mouth in short, brutal thrusts. “Take it. Take every inch.” His cock hit the back of my throat, and I gagged, my eyes watering, but I didn’t pull back. I couldn’t. Not when Tyler’s fingers were twisting around my shaft, his thumb swiping over the slick head of my cock, spreading the pre-cum dripping from me.

“Fuck, look at him,” Tyler breathed, his free hand sliding down to cup my balls, squeezing just hard enough to make me gasp. “He’s dripping for us. Such a needy little whore.”

Derek’s grip on my hair tightened, his thrusts becoming erratic, his cock swelling in my mouth. “Gonna cum down your throat, Dad,” he grunted, his voice strained. “Gonna fill you up until you’re choking on it.”

I moaned, the vibration making him groan, his hips stuttering. Then he was coming, thick ropes of cum shooting down my throat, his cock pulsing against my tongue. I swallowed around him, my own cock throbbing in Tyler’s grip, my orgasm building, coiling tight in my gut.

But Tyler wasn’t done with me.

Before I could even catch my breath, Tyler was yanking me to my feet, spinning me around, and shoving me against the couch. Derek, still panting, collapsed onto the cushions, his spent cock glistening, his chest heaving. “Your turn, bro,” he said, his voice rough with satisfaction. “Fuck him good.”

Tyler didn’t waste a second. His speedo was already gone, his cock—thicker than Derek’s, veiny, the head an angry red—slapping against my ass as he kicked my legs apart. “Bend over,” he ordered, his hand shoving between my shoulder blades, forcing me down. “Show me that tight little hole.”

I obeyed, my chest pressing into the couch, my ass in the air, my hole already clenching in anticipation. Tyler spat, the warm saliva hitting my entrance, his fingers following, rubbing it in, teasing me open. “Fuck, you’re begging for it,” he muttered, his voice dark. “Look at you, all spread out for us. Such a slut.”

I whined, my hips rocking back, trying to get his fingers deeper. “Please,” I gasped, my voice broken. “Fuck, please—”

Tyler chuckled, his fingers withdrawing, replaced by the blunt head of his cock. “Since you asked so nicely,” he purred, and then he was pushing in, slow but relentless, his cock stretching me open, the burn making my toes curl.

“Oh fuck—!” I cried out, my fingers clawing at the couch cushions. He was huge, thicker than I remembered, his cock filling me up, pressing against that spot inside me that made my vision white out.

“That’s it,” Tyler groaned, his hands gripping my hips, his fingers digging in hard enough to bruise. “Take it. Take all of me.” He pulled back, then slammed back in, his balls slapping against my ass, the sound wet and obscene.

Derek, recovered now, leaned in, his lips brushing my ear. “You love this, don’t you?” he murmured, his hand sliding around to wrap around my cock, stroking me in time with Tyler’s thrusts. “Love being our little fuckhole. Our toy.”

I couldn’t answer. All I could do was moan, my body trembling, my cock leaking pre-cum all over Derek’s fingers. Tyler’s thrusts were getting harder, faster, his cock pistoning in and out of me, the wet sounds of sex filling the room, mixing with our ragged breaths and desperate moans.

“Gonna cum,” Tyler grunted, his grip on my hips tightening, his thrusts becoming erratic. “Gonna fill you up, Dad. Gonna mark you.”

I whimpered, my own orgasm coiling tight, my cock throbbing in Derek’s grip. “Please,” I begged, my voice a broken whisper. “Please, fuck—”

Tyler groaned, his cock swelling inside me, and then he was coming, his cum flooding my ass, hot and thick, his hips stuttering as he emptied himself inside me. The feeling of him pulsing, filling me up, sent me over the edge, my cock erupting in Derek’s hand, ropes of cum splattering onto the couch, my body shuddering with the force of my orgasm.

We didn’t move for a long time. Tyler stayed buried inside me, his cock softening but still twitching, his cum dripping out of me, running down my thighs. Derek’s hand was still wrapped around my spent cock, his fingers slick with my cum, his breath hot against my neck.

“Good boy,” Derek murmured, pressing a kiss to my shoulder. “Such a good boy for us.”

Tyler finally pulled out, his cock slipping free with a wet pop, more of his cum spilling out of me. He smacked my ass, the sound sharp in the quiet room. “Clean me up,” he ordered, his voice lazy but commanding.

I didn’t hesitate. I turned, sinking to my knees in front of him, my mouth already watering. His cock was a mess—slick with lube and cum, the head still swollen, the slit leaking. I licked my lips, then leaned in, my tongue dragging up the underside of his shaft, tasting myself on him, the salt of his cum, the musk of sex.

Tyler groaned, his fingers tangling in my hair. “That’s it,” he breathed. “Clean me good.”

I took him into my mouth, my lips sealing around the head, my tongue swirling, lapping up every drop. Derek moved behind me, his fingers tracing the cum dripping from my used hole, pushing it back inside me with a dark chuckle. “Such a mess,” he murmured. “Our little cumdump.”

Tyler’s cock twitched in my mouth, already half-hard again. “Fuck, Dad,” he groaned, his hips rocking forward, feeding me more of his cock. “You’re insatiable.”

I moaned around him, my hands gripping his thighs, my nails digging in. I was insatiable. For them. Always for them.

And they knew it.

Later, after we’d all cleaned up (or at least, as much as we bothered to), we were sprawled out on the couch, naked, our bodies tangled together. Derek was stretched out on his back, his cock soft but still impressive, his fingers idly tracing patterns on my chest. Tyler was pressed against my side, his head resting on my shoulder, his breath warm against my skin.

“You know,” Derek said, his voice lazy, “we should take you out sometime. Show you off.”

I stiffened. “What?”

Tyler chuckled, his hand sliding down to wrap around my cock, giving it a slow, teasing stroke. “Yeah. Let people see what a good little slut you are for us.”

My cock twitched in his grip, betraying me. “You—you can’t be serious.”

Derek grinned, his teeth flashing. “Oh, we’re very serious.” His hand slid down, joining Tyler’s, both of them stroking me in unison, their fingers slick with pre-cum. “Imagine it, Dad. Some fancy club. You on your knees under the table, sucking us off while we talk business. Or maybe we bend you over the hood of the Corvette, fuck you right there in the parking lot. Let everyone hear how loud you scream for us.”

I whimpered, my hips jerking into their grip, my cock already hardening again. “Fuck,” I breathed. “You—you’re evil.”

Tyler laughed, his lips brushing my ear. “And you love it.”

I couldn’t deny it. Not when their hands were on me, not when their cocks were hard against my skin, not when their voices were in my ear, whispering all the filthy things they were going to do to me.

I was theirs. Completely. Utterly.

And they knew it.

The next morning, I woke up to the sound of the shower running. I groaned, rolling onto my side, my body aching in the best way. The sheets were a mess—cum-stained, tangled, the scent of sex still thick in the air. I could hear Derek and Tyler in the shower, their voices low, their laughter dark and knowing.

I dragged myself out of bed, my muscles protesting, my hole still sore from last night. The bathroom door was cracked open, steam billowing out, the sound of water hitting skin, the occasional groan or muttered curse.

I pushed the door open, leaning against the frame. Derek and Tyler were in the shower, their bodies slick with water, their cocks half-hard, swinging between their legs. Derek had Tyler pressed against the tiles, his mouth on Tyler’s neck, his hands roaming over Tyler’s chest, pinching his nipples, making him gasp.

“Morning, Dad,” Derek purred, his eyes flicking to me, dark and hungry. “Sleep well?”

Tyler turned his head, his lips curling into a smirk. “He looks wrecked,” he said, his voice rough. “Guess we wore him out.”

I swallowed, my cock already stirring at the sight of them. “You two are insatiable,” I muttered, but there was no heat in my words. Only desire. Only need.

Derek chuckled, his hand sliding down Tyler’s body, wrapping around his cock, stroking him slow. “And you love it,” he said, his voice a dark promise. “Don’t you?”

I didn’t answer. I didn’t need to.

Because they already knew.

The shower turned into another round of filthy, desperate sex—Tyler bent over the edge of the tub, Derek fucking him from behind while I knelt in front of them, my mouth wrapped around Tyler’s cock, my fingers buried in his ass, stretching him open for Derek’s thick length. The sounds we made—grunts, moans, the wet slap of skin on skin, the obscene squelch of lube—filled the bathroom, echoing off the tiles, mixing with the steam and the scent of sex.

[gaywhiteman]

[gep262]

So very hot 🤤🔥

[seaninfl]

The golden light of the setting sun spilled over the fields, painting the sky in streaks of orange and violet as the day’s work finally came to an end. The air was thick with the scent of hay and earth, the distant lowing of cattle fading into the quiet hum of crickets. I leaned back in the old wooden lawn chair, my muscles aching from the day’s labor, but the warmth of the evening and the company beside me made it all worth it.

My brother, Jake, sat next to me, his broad shoulders relaxed as he took a long pull from his beer. The condensation on the bottle glistened in the fading light, and I couldn’t help but let my gaze linger on the way his throat moved as he swallowed. He caught me looking and smirked, his dark eyes glinting with that familiar mischief.

“See something you like, little brother?” he teased, his voice low and rough, the kind of tone that sent a shiver down my spine.

I rolled my eyes, but the corner of my mouth twitched. “You wish,” I shot back, though we both knew it was a lie. The truth was, I always liked what I saw when it came to Jake. He was everything I wasn’t—taller, broader, his skin sun-kissed from years of working the land, his dark hair perpetually tousled from the wind. And God, the way he filled out his worn-in jeans… it was enough to make my mouth go dry.

He chuckled, setting his beer down on the ground beside him before leaning forward, his elbows resting on his knees. “You’re full of shit, Liam,” he said, his voice dropping to a murmur. “I see the way you look at me when you think I’m not paying attention. Like you’re starving and I’m the last damn meal on Earth.”

I swallowed hard, my pulse quickening. “Maybe I am,” I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. The air between us crackled with tension, the kind that had been building for years—ever since we’d first realized what this thing between us really was.

Jake’s gaze darkened, his lips parting slightly as he exhaled. “Then why the hell are we still sitting here talking?” he growled, his hand shooting out to grab the front of my shirt and yank me toward him.

I didn’t resist. I never did.

Our mouths crashed together, hungry and desperate, like we’d been waiting all damn day for this moment. His lips were warm, his beard rough against my skin, and I groaned into the kiss, my hands gripping his shoulders for balance. He tasted like beer and salt, like the earth and the sky all rolled into one, and I couldn’t get enough.

“Fuck, Jake,” I gasped when we finally broke apart, my breath coming in ragged bursts. “We’re outside. Anyone could see.”

He grinned, his teeth flashing white in the dimming light. “Let ‘em look,” he murmured, his hands sliding down to grip my waist. “I don’t give a damn who sees. I’ve been hard for you all damn day, Liam. You’ve been driving me crazy with that tight little ass of yours bending over in those jeans.”

I shivered, my cock twitching in response. “You’re such a bastard,” I breathed, but there was no heat in it. Just need. Always need.

Jake didn’t answer with words. Instead, he stood up, pulling me with him, and before I could protest, he had me pressed against the rough bark of the old pine tree. The blanket we kept out here was already spread out beneath us, soft and inviting, but right now, all I could focus on was the way his body pinned me in place, his hardness grinding against mine through the layers of our clothes.

“You want this, don’t you?” he murmured against my ear, his breath hot and damp. “You want me to fuck you right here, where anyone could walk by and see my cock buried deep inside you.”

I whimpered, my head falling back against the tree as his words sent a jolt of lust straight to my groin. “Yes,” I hissed, my fingers digging into his shoulders. “God, yes. Please, Jake.”

He groaned, his mouth crashing down on mine again, his tongue sweeping in to claim me. I melted into him, my body arching against his, my hands fumbling with the button of his jeans. I needed to feel him. Now.

Jake broke the kiss just long enough to yank his shirt over his head, tossing it aside before his hands went to work on mine. The cool evening air hit my skin, but it did nothing to dampen the fire burning inside me. His hands were rough, calloused from years of hard work, but they were gentle as they traced the lines of my chest, my abs, before finally—finally—dipping beneath the waistband of my jeans.

“Fuck, you’re so hard for me,” he growled, his fingers wrapping around my cock, stroking me with just the right amount of pressure. I gasped, my hips jerking forward, seeking more.

“Jake—please—” I begged, my voice breaking. “I need you. Now.”

He didn’t make me wait. With a growl, he dropped to his knees in front of me, his hands making quick work of my jeans and boxers, pushing them down just enough to free my aching cock. The first touch of his tongue against the head of my dick sent a shockwave of pleasure through me, and I cried out, my fingers tangling in his hair.

“Shit—Jake—fuck—” I panted, my hips bucking involuntarily as he took me deeper, his mouth hot and wet around me. He hummed in response, the vibration sending another jolt of pleasure straight to my balls. His hands gripped my thighs, holding me in place as he bobbed his head, taking me deeper with every stroke.

I could feel the tension coiling tighter and tighter inside me, my orgasm building with every flick of his tongue, every suck of his lips. “Jake—I’m gonna—fuck—I’m gonna cum—”

He pulled back just enough to murmur, “Not yet, baby,” before diving back down, his mouth working me with renewed fervor. His free hand cupped my balls, rolling them gently, and I nearly screamed at the sensation.

“Please—Jake—please—” I begged, my voice raw. “I need to cum. I need to cum now.”

He chuckled darkly, the sound vibrating around my cock, and then—finally—he let me go, standing up in one fluid motion. His jeans were already undone, his thick cock springing free, and my mouth watered at the sight.

“Turn around,” he ordered, his voice rough with need. “Hands on the tree.”

I didn’t hesitate. I spun around, pressing my palms against the rough bark, my ass already arching back toward him. I heard the rustle of fabric, the sound of a bottle cap popping open, and then his slick fingers were there, teasing my entrance.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he groaned, his breath hot against my ear as he pressed a finger inside me. I gasped, my muscles clenching around him instinctively. “Relax, baby. Let me in.”

I forced myself to breathe, to relax, and he slid in deeper, his finger crooking just right to hit that spot inside me that made my vision blur. “Oh—fuck—Jake—”

“That’s it,” he murmured, adding a second finger, stretching me open. “You take me so good, Liam. You were made for my cock.”

I whimpered, my forehead pressing against the tree as he scissored his fingers inside me, preparing me. The burn was there, but it was overshadowed by the pleasure, by the knowledge of what was coming.

“Please,” I begged, my voice trembling. “I need you. Now.”

Jake didn’t make me wait. His fingers slipped free, and then I felt the blunt head of his cock pressing against me, hot and heavy. He gripped my hips, his thumbs digging into my skin as he pushed forward, inch by inch, until he was fully seated inside me.

“Fuck—Liam—” he groaned, his voice strained. “You feel so good.”

I couldn’t speak. All I could do was moan, my fingers clawing at the bark as he pulled back and thrust forward again, setting a rhythm that had me seeing stars. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the air, mingling with our ragged breaths and the occasional cry that tore from my throat.

“Harder,” I gasped, pushing back against him. “Fuck me harder, Jake.”

He growled, his grip on my hips tightening as he snapped his hips forward, his cock pounding into me with a force that had me seeing white. “You like that, baby?” he panted, his voice rough. “You like it when I fuck you like this? When I make you mine?”

“Yes—yes—” I sobbed, my cock aching, my balls drawn up tight. “I’m yours—always yours—”

Jake’s hand snaked around my waist, his fingers wrapping around my cock, stroking me in time with his thrusts. “Cum for me, Liam,” he ordered, his voice a low growl. “Cum now.”

That was all it took. With a broken cry, I came, my release spilling over his fingers as my body clenched around his cock. Jake groaned, his thrusts becoming erratic as he chased his own orgasm, and then—with a final, deep thrust—he came, his cock pulsing inside me as he filled me up.

We stayed like that for a long moment, our bodies trembling, our breaths coming in ragged gasps. Jake pressed a kiss to the back of my neck, his lips warm and soft.

“Fuck, Liam,” he murmured, his voice rough with satisfaction. “You’re gonna be the death of me.”

I laughed breathlessly, turning my head to capture his lips in a slow, deep kiss. “Worth it,” I whispered against his mouth.

He chuckled, pulling out of me slowly before turning me around to face him. His hands cupped my face, his thumbs brushing over my cheekbones. “You’re damn right it is,” he said, his voice soft. “But next time? We’re doing this in the barn. I want to hear you scream.”

I shivered at the promise in his words, my cock already stirring at the thought. “Deal,” I breathed.