dennis spends weeks preparing a very, very special present for robby's birthday. it's a calendar, but not one of the generic ones of dogs, or cats, or various scenic views (well, dennis supposes it is full of very scenic views, just not in the traditional sense)- instead dennis has made his own, combining robby's two favourite things.
dennis and his motorcycle. naked dennis and his motorcycle. the younger man spends ages planning his poses and timing his shots with robby's fancy camera, taking the photos on the day he had off but robby was at work. he makes sure every one of the photos not only display his body, but also display him (and the bike) in the most sexual light possible.
in one, dennis had dressed himself in skimpy red lingerie, where his pussy was barely covered by a lacy thong and his chest was in a strappy little bra that looked like the wind could blow it off. he'd then poured a bucket of water and covered himself with a little of it- just enough that his skin sparkled- and then sat on the floor with his legs folded under him and his back arched, so his chest curved forward and his ass curved back. he'd then grabbed a sponge and pretended to clean the bike that he was next to- that was January, robby's own personal little whore, cleaning his things.
in most of the rest he was entirely bare. his personal favourite had him laying back on the seat with one leg slung over each of the handlebars, exposing his dripping, gaping pussy directly to the camera. he'd proped himself up on his elbows so he could still look down the camera with a mock moan. robby would love the view of his fat pussy making slick pool all over his leather seat, and the way the centre of the photo was dennis's swollen clit, cherry red against the black material.
he'd made sure to include pictures that were a snapshot of him humping the bike seat until he came, riding it like he did robby, and pictures that had him bending over to clean the bike, shot from behind, this time with his naked ass and pussy the main event, the bike he was "cleaning" only visible through the crack in his legs.
another didn't have the bike in but had robby's riding gloves instead, which dennis was pictured with, sobbing as he rutted against them and rubbed them against his pussy. the very last picture had dennis posing with the bike, naked and winking, pointing at the seat. in the pussy slick-sodden leather, dennis had used his own finger to write "happy birthday daddy".
dennis is proud but sheepish as he presents it to robby, who gapes in silence for twenty seconds as he grows redder and redder and harder and harder, and then dennis is whisked away to the garage by a panting, growling robby who's already kissing him senseless.
the young man has to say, while masterbating on robby's bike was great fun, getting fucked on the seat until he was dumb and wailing, cumming his brains out as his daddy filled him, was even better. when they've both orgasmed twice, robby makes dennis lick his mess off the seat. that makes dennis shudder out orgasm number three. he thinks he should dabble in photography some more.
