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Owen was sitting on top of the toilet in the last stall, his boots spread wide, sucking his lollipop. “You want a taste?” he taunted, holding out the lollipop, his tongue stained cherry red. I wanted more than a taste. I wanted to fucking devour him. “Your sorry ass is coming out with me tonight,” my roommate Finn had insisted earlier that evening. “Ugh. Just leave me alone,” I protested. “Dude,” Finn scoffed. “You haven’t left this apartment since Reese dumped you two weeks ago. You need to get out. You need to get laid. It’s the only way you’re gonna move on.” “Fine,” I acquiesced, rummaging through the pile of neglected laundry in the corner of my room for something to wear. “Put on your CK jeans—the tight ones,” Finn insisted. “They make your dick look huge.” Thirty minutes and one Uber ride later, we were standing in line to get into Club Throb, the new gay club in the Village. “Christ,” I groaned, spotting several guys in line wearing cowboy boots and Stetson hats. “You didn’t tell me it’s country western night.” “Like it fucking matters,” Finn objected. “The only goal here tonight is to get your dick wet.” Once inside, the dance floor was a sea of twinks, clad in boots and Daisy Dukes, grinding up against any warm body that parted their waters while Tim McGraw blasted from the DJ booth. “See anything you like?” Finn asked as we sipped our vodka tonics at the bar and looked out at the dance floor. “There’s gotta be some piece of ass out there who you’d like to fuck.” “Nothing yet,” I lied, for my eyes had settled on one particular guy on the dance floor. Tall and statuesque in a pair of boots, he looked cute as fuck with a lollipop stick hanging out of one side of his mouth. Dancing alone in the middle of the floor, a spotlight illuminated his every move. And then it happened—he looked toward the bar and locked eyes with me. I gave a bashful smile as he rolled the lollipop from one corner of his mouth to the other. And then he was parting the floor, making a bee line towards me. “I’m Owen,” he smiled as he approached me, never taking the lollipop out of his mouth. “Uh—I’m Martin,” I stammered. “And this is my roommate—” I turned toward Finn, but he had already abandoned me, leaving me to sink or swim on my own with Owen. Never good at small talk, I suddenly felt dumb and awkward in front of Owen. Standing in front of me, his shirt undone to show off his lithe body, I realized he was several years younger than me, probably just barely old enough to get into the club. I found myself looking down at his boots, which appeared to be too big for him. “They’re my dad’s boots,” Owen explained, noting I was staring at them. “I borrowed them for tonight. You kinda remind me of my dad,” he smiled. “Jesus,” I laughed. “Because I’m older than you?” “No,” Owen shook his head. “Because you’re, like, really handsome. You wanna dance?” “Um—sure,” I answered, still taken aback that this cute, young guy was into me. “Lemme just finish this drink first.” Unwilling to wait, Owen grabbed the vodka tonic out of my hand and, tipping it back with the lollipop still in his mouth, downed the drink in one, quick gulp. “Now it’s finished,” Owen winked, slamming the empty tumbler down on the bar top and leading me out into the crowd. Our chemistry on the dance floor was unreal. Owen pushed his body against mine, grinding into me. He smelled amazing—an intoxicating mix of sweat and Sauvage cologne, with a slight undertone of cherries from his lollipop. Gyrating his ass against my crotch, my big dick hardening in response, there was no question that Owen was down to fuck. “You wanna get out of here?” I shouted into his ear, struggling to be heard over a Rascal Flatts song that was booming through the club. “Come back to my place?” “No. I want you inside me now,” Owen shouted back. “Meet me in the men’s room, last stall.” But before I could protest, Owen had slipped away from me, charging through the crowd towards the men’s room. I’m no prude. I know guys fuck in the men’s room at gay clubs all the time, but shit like that had never been my scene. I felt conflicted. I liked Owen, and I really wanted to fuck him, but I couldn’t wrap my brain around a tawdry, toilet-stall fuck. Just then, my roommate Finn appeared at my side. “What happened to the hottie, the one you were dancing with?” Finn asked, scanning the club. “He—uh—he wants me to fuck his ass in the men’s room,” I explained hesitantly. “Then why the fuck are you standing out here?” Finn demanded. “Get your ass in that men’s room and fuck the shit out of that hot, little twink. Dude. You need to live a little.” Finn was right. I needed to live, and I needed to get over my bad breakup with Reese. Fucking Owen in the men’s room at Club Throb was just what the doctor ordered. Pushing my way through the crowd, I made my way to the men’s room. Owen was sitting on top of the toilet in the last stall, his boots spread wide, sucking his lollipop. “You want a taste?” he taunted, holding out the lollipop, his tongue stained cherry red. “Yeah,” I replied, taking his lollipop into my mouth, a burst of cherry on my tongue as I pushed the stick to the corner of my mouth. “But I want more from you than this fucking lollipop.” “It’s all yours,” Owen responded, standing and dropping his pants, bracing himself against the toilet, his firm ass presented for my use. His hole looked wet and puffy—unquestionably used. “You already had some cock in here tonight?” I asked, my finger probing his cummy hole. “Yeah,” he turned back and winked. “One or two—or five,” he laughed. “Why not make it number six?” Normally, I’m not the type to go around fucking sloppy cum dumps. But I couldn’t turn down Owen’s ass. He was hot as fuck, and his pink cunt, rimmed with a fine layer of downy fur, was just begging to be defiled. With his lollipop still in my mouth, I unzipped my pants, pulled out my hard eight-incher, and mounted Owen with one, quick thrust. “Fuck, you’re thick,” Owen gasped, bracing himself against the toilet. “Damn, you’ve got a hole stretcher.” “Glad you like it,” I replied, raising his ass to go deeper. His wet cunt felt incredible and was exactly what I needed. Grabbing Owen by the shoulders, I began a calculated assault on his ass, with the goal of dumping a massive load inside his used hole. “Yeah, fuck me,” Owen moaned. “Fucking destroy my hole.” Giving him his wish, I began to jackhammer his hole at a frenzied pace. My balls were slapping hard against his ass, when I looked over my shoulder and realized I hadn’t closed the stall door. A voyeuristic crowd of guys had gathered in the men’s room to watch us. “Yeah—fuck his ass,” called out one guy. “I’m next to plug him,” laughed another. Plowing Owen’s ass with a crowd watching and cheering me on from behind was a major turn on. I wanted to last longer in his amazing cunt, but it was a losing battle. The cum rising in my shaft, I knew my load was imminent. “I’m about to bust,” I warned Owen urgently, giving him one, last, deep thrust. “Yeah, breed me,” Owen begged. “Seed that faggot,” shouted someone in the crowd, just as my nuts contracted and expelled my load deep inside Owen, flooding his guts. “Fuck, that was good,” I exhaled, pulling out of Owen, my load dripping from his wrecked hole with an audible splat on the tiled floor. “Lemme buy you a drink,” I offered Owen as I stuffed my spent cock back into my jeans. “Um—I think I’m gonna stay in here a bit longer,” he replied, eyeing the eager crowd of horny guys who had gathered in the men’s room. “Oh—uh—sure,” I agreed, suddenly feeling a bit dejected. “You want your lollipop back?” I offered, taking it from my mouth. “You keep it,” Owen winked. “I’d rather have your number,” I replied, sucking on the lollipop again. “I’d love to see you again.” “Sure, man,” Owen agreed. “Give me your phone.” Owen quickly tapped out his number in my list of contacts, and returned the phone to me. “Thanks,” I offered sheepishly, stepping aside as the next guy entered the stall, his pants already unzipped, his hard cock eager to be inside Owen’s wet, used hole. Staggering back into the booming sound of the club, I tried to find Finn. I finally spotted him on the dance floor, grinding up against a burly bearded guy in leather chaps. Good for him, I smiled to myself. Leaving the heated frenzy of Club Throb, I stood in the cool night air of the sidewalk and summoned an Uber. Snug in my bed a half hour later, my balls emptied, I slept like a baby. I waited three days before calling Owen, as I didn’t want to seem too desperate to see him again. With my heart in my throat, I dialed his number. A woman answered. The number he had given me was to a candy shop in SoHo, specializing in lollipops. She didn’t know anyone named Owen. Fucker. #fuck #gay #porn

https://t.me/+qIkl6VOqKIRkNjc0 My buddy’s dad was on the couch, his shirt and tie undone, his pants around his ankles. Some type of gangbang porn was on the TV screen, a moaning bitch with huge jugs getting tagged by a roomful of dudes with pornstar cocks. “Shit . . . I’m sorry, Mr. Flannigan,” I stammered, pretending to cover my eyes, yet covertly stealing a look at his big, floppy cock resting upon his hairy thigh. “Peter said you were working late. I didn’t realize you were home.” “No worries,” he replied. “It was a rough day at the office. Thought I’d unwind with some porn.” “Uh—cool,” I replied, still trying to ignore the elephant in the room—his big dick. “Well, I was just getting a beer from the fridge.” “You want some scotch instead?” he asked reaching for an open bottle on the coffee table and taking a swig straight from it. “Thanks, but I’m not so big on the hard stuff,” I shrugged continuing into the kitchen. “You college boys,” he accused with a laugh as I returned with a can of Budweiser, “all you drink is beer. This scotch here will put some hair on your chest.” “Is that why you’re so hairy, Mr Flannigan?” I teased, my eyes traveling up and down his body. “You better fuckin’ believe it,” he winked, fondling his furry chest slowly for my benefit. “And you can call me Mike. You’re a man now, so you can drop the mister shit.” “Okay—uh—Mike,” I replied awkwardly. But he ignored me, his eyes returning to the bitch on the screen who was sucking some hairy guy’s huge dick while getting her pussy railed from behind by a muscled, tatted guy. I started to head back upstairs. “Wait,” Mike called to me, his eyes traveling towards the stairs. “Where’s Peter?” “He’s asleep” I replied. “We shot some hoops down at the park after dinner, and then he fell asleep playing video games upstairs when we got home. Peter said I could crash here tonight. Is that cool?” “Definitely,” Mike answered. “You and Peter are best buds. You’re always welcome to stay here.” “Uh—thanks,” I replied, moving toward the stairs again. “Wait,” Mike called out once more, his eyes appraising me. “Since Peter is asleep . . . you wanna hang down here with me? Maybe watch some porn together?” Jesus Christ, I couldn’t believe this was really happening. I had been attracted to Peter’s dad since, well, puberty. And it didn’t help that Mike Flannigan was known for being unable to keep his dick in his pants. Peter and I were in high school when his parents divorced. His mom had come home from work early one day and caught Mike banging their cleaning lady up against the kitchen counter. After the divorce, it was rumored that Mike was slipping it to several desperate housewives in the neighborhood. But could I really be his next target? “Well?” Mike prompted, interrupting my thoughts, his cock growing hard in his right hand. “You wanna watch some porn with me or not?” “Uh—sure,” I agreed, trying not to appear overly eager as I sat on the couch next to Mike and placed my beer on the coffee table. “You want me to get undressed?” “Duh,” Mike laughed. “How the hell are you going to jack with me if you don’t drop them shorts?” “Right,” I laughed nervously as I pulled off my shirt and slid off my shorts. “Nice,” Mike exclaimed, upon getting a look at my hard cock. But before I could react, he leaned over and took my dick down his throat. Was this really happening? “Fuuuck,” I exhaled, my head rolling back as Mike locked his lips around the base of my cock, his tongue massaging my shaft. “I—I didn’t know you sucked dick.” “There’s a lot you don’t know about me,” Mike winked, releasing my cock. “Don’t you and Peter fuck around like this when I’m not home?” “No—no,” I stammered. “I’ve actually never played with another guy.” “What?” Mike replied incredulously. “I loved playing around with my buds when I was your age. Shit, buds are supposed to help each other out. You wanna help me out?” he then asked pulling my head down to his crotch. I was soon gagging on his eight-incher as Mike held me down on it, his hand pressed firmly at the back of my head. “Yeah, choke on this big dick,” he growled. “Get it good and wet.” His hand traveled to my ass while I proceeded to suck him, his finger finding my puckered hole. Pushing it inside me, he began to finger me, teasing my sphincter as he prepared me for what was to come next—his big dick. “That’s good enough,” he announced, raising my head from his crotch and forcing his tongue down my throat, tasting himself on me. “Time for you to ride this big dick.” Dutifully, I climbed on his lap, my skinny legs straddling his muscular thighs. “You feel that?” asked Mike, the tip of his cock pressed against my hole. I nodded in affirmation. “Good,” Mike smiled. “All you gotta do is sit on it.” “Okay,” I nodded, baring down on his cock. I could feel the fullness of his cockhead as it breached my sphincter. “Ouch . . . FUCK,” I cried out in pain. “I don’t think I can do this.” “Nonsense,” Mike insisted. “Men have been taking cock since the ancient Greeks. You can do this. You just need a little help.” His hands moving to my hips, Mike grabbed me and forced me down onto his cock. “FUCK,” I screamed as his cock impaled my depths in one, swift move. Instantly, his balls were mashed against my hole—and I was no longer a virgin. “I just popped your cherry,” Mike growled in my ear. “Time for some fun.” I had hoped that Mike would start off slow, giving me the chance to adjust to his big dick inside of me, but that wasn’t his plan. Instantly, he proceeded to pummel my hole. The pain was unreal, a white-hot rod rammed up my ass. I closed my eyes, trying to hold back my tears. But then something amazing happened. The pain began to subside. Waves of pleasure began to break through as Mike continued his assault on my hole. I was starting to feel good. Really good. My mind turned to mush. “You’re rock hard,” Mike announced, breaking me from my trance. “I must be getting your prostate good.” I looked down at my cock and, sure enough, I was rock hard—the hardest I’d ever been. My cockhead was purple and throbbing, precum streaming from my slit. And then something started to happen. It began as a slow throbbing beneath my balls, but quickly began to consume me. A pressure was building, unlike anything I’d experienced when masturbating. My balls started to contract, and immediately I could feel the cum rising in my shaft. How was this possible? Neither Mike nor I had even touched my cock. “Shit. I’m gonna cum,” I warned Mike, his big dick still working away at my tight hole. “Yeah,” Mike growled. “Bust that nut. Let’s cum together.” Instantly, I could feel my cock erupting, rope after rope of my thick cum flying into the air and coating Mike’s furry chest. And as my cock continued to pulse and throb, releasing my nut, I could feel a distinct throbbing within me as Mike seeded my virgin depths. “Fuckin-A,” Mike grunted, his arms wrapped around me as he flooded my guts. From deep within, I could feel the warmth of his load as he filled my void. “Christ, that was hot,” I panted as I collapsed forward onto Mike, wrapping my arms around his neck and resting my head on his manly shoulder. We stayed that way for several minutes, his big dick slowly going soft inside me as our breathing returned to normal. “You’ve gotta cunt made for cock,” Mike praised as I finally pulled off him, his load gushing from my wrecked hole and streaming down the side of his shaft. Instantly, I dropped to my knees and licked his cock clean. My tongue traveled north and then licked my load off his furry chest, not stopping until I had worked my way up to his lips. With a deep kiss, I fed our commingled loads to Mike. “Mmm. We taste good together,” Mike smiled as we pulled apart. But before I could respond, a toilet flushed upstairs. “Shit,” I gasped, reaching for my clothes. “Peter must be awake. I better get back up there before he comes down here looking for me.” “You wanna come back tomorrow night?” Mike asked, pulling up his pants. “Take this cock again?” “Yes,” I agreed eagerly. “But I thought Peter was spending the weekend with his mom?” “He is,” Mike confirmed. “Why do you think I asked you to come back? I’d like to fuck you properly in my bed. And maybe, if you play your cards right, I’ll let you tap my furry hole in return.” #sex #porn #incest #gay

My buddy’s dad was on the couch, his shirt and tie undone, his pants around his ankles. Some type of gangbang porn was on the TV screen, a moaning bitch with huge jugs getting tagged by a roomful of dudes with pornstar cocks. “Shit . . . I’m sorry, Mr. Flannigan,” I stammered, pretending to cover my eyes, yet covertly stealing a look at his big, floppy cock resting upon his hairy thigh. “Peter said you were working late. I didn’t realize you were home.” “No worries,” he replied. “It was a rough day at the office. Thought I’d unwind with some porn.” “Uh—cool,” I replied, still trying to ignore the elephant in the room—his big dick. “Well, I was just getting a beer from the fridge.” “You want some scotch instead?” he asked reaching for an open bottle on the coffee table and taking a swig straight from it. “Thanks, but I’m not so big on the hard stuff,” I shrugged continuing into the kitchen. “You college boys,” he accused with a laugh as I returned with a can of Budweiser, “all you drink is beer. This scotch here will put some hair on your chest.” “Is that why you’re so hairy, Mr Flannigan?” I teased, my eyes traveling up and down his body. “You better fuckin’ believe it,” he winked, fondling his furry chest slowly for my benefit. “And you can call me Mike. You’re a man now, so you can drop the mister shit.” “Okay—uh—Mike,” I replied awkwardly. But he ignored me, his eyes returning to the bitch on the screen who was sucking some hairy guy’s huge dick while getting her pussy railed from behind by a muscled, tatted guy. I started to head back upstairs. “Wait,” Mike called to me, his eyes traveling towards the stairs. “Where’s Peter?” “He’s asleep” I replied. “We shot some hoops down at the park after dinner, and then he fell asleep playing video games upstairs when we got home. Peter said I could crash here tonight. Is that cool?” “Definitely,” Mike answered. “You and Peter are best buds. You’re always welcome to stay here.” “Uh—thanks,” I replied, moving toward the stairs again. “Wait,” Mike called out once more, his eyes appraising me. “Since Peter is asleep . . . you wanna hang down here with me? Maybe watch some porn together?” Jesus Christ, I couldn’t believe this was really happening. I had been attracted to Peter’s dad since, well, puberty. And it didn’t help that Mike Flannigan was known for being unable to keep his dick in his pants. Peter and I were in high school when his parents divorced. His mom had come home from work early one day and caught Mike banging their cleaning lady up against the kitchen counter. After the divorce, it was rumored that Mike was slipping it to several desperate housewives in the neighborhood. But could I really be his next target? “Well?” Mike prompted, interrupting my thoughts, his cock growing hard in his right hand. “You wanna watch some porn with me or not?” “Uh—sure,” I agreed, trying not to appear overly eager as I sat on the couch next to Mike and placed my beer on the coffee table. “You want me to get undressed?” “Duh,” Mike laughed. “How the hell are you going to jack with me if you don’t drop them shorts?” “Right,” I laughed nervously as I pulled off my shirt and slid off my shorts. “Nice,” Mike exclaimed, upon getting a look at my hard cock. But before I could react, he leaned over and took my dick down his throat. Was this really happening? “Fuuuck,” I exhaled, my head rolling back as Mike locked his lips around the base of my cock, his tongue massaging my shaft. “I—I didn’t know you sucked dick.” “There’s a lot you don’t know about me,” Mike winked, releasing my cock. “Don’t you and Peter fuck around like this when I’m not home?” “No—no,” I stammered. “I’ve actually never played with another guy.” “What?” Mike replied incredulously. “I loved playing around with my buds when I was your age. Shit, buds are supposed to help each other out. You wanna help me out?” he then asked pulling my head down to his crotch. I was soon gagging on his eight-incher as Mike held me down on it, his hand pressed firmly at the back of my head. “Yeah, choke on this big dick,” he growled. “Get it good and wet.” His hand traveled to my ass while I proceeded to suck him, his finger finding my puckered hole. Pushing it inside me, he began to finger me, teasing my sphincter as he prepared me for what was to come next—his big dick. “That’s good enough,” he announced, raising my head from his crotch and forcing his tongue down my throat, tasting himself on me. “Time for you to ride this big dick.” Dutifully, I climbed on his lap, my skinny legs straddling his muscular thighs. “You feel that?” asked Mike, the tip of his cock pressed against my hole. I nodded in affirmation. “Good,” Mike smiled. “All you gotta do is sit on it.” “Okay,” I nodded, baring down on his cock. I could feel the fullness of his cockhead as it breached my sphincter. “Ouch . . . FUCK,” I cried out in pain. “I don’t think I can do this.” “Nonsense,” Mike insisted. “Men have been taking cock since the ancient Greeks. You can do this. You just need a little help.” His hands moving to my hips, Mike grabbed me and forced me down onto his cock. “FUCK,” I screamed as his cock impaled my depths in one, swift move. Instantly, his balls were mashed against my hole—and I was no longer a virgin. “I just popped your cherry,” Mike growled in my ear. “Time for some fun.” I had hoped that Mike would start off slow, giving me the chance to adjust to his big dick inside of me, but that wasn’t his plan. Instantly, he proceeded to pummel my hole. The pain was unreal, a white-hot rod rammed up my ass. I closed my eyes, trying to hold back my tears. But then something amazing happened. The pain began to subside. Waves of pleasure began to break through as Mike continued his assault on my hole. I was starting to feel good. Really good. My mind turned to mush. “You’re rock hard,” Mike announced, breaking me from my trance. “I must be getting your prostate good.” I looked down at my cock and, sure enough, I was rock hard—the hardest I’d ever been. My cockhead was purple and throbbing, precum streaming from my slit. And then something started to happen. It began as a slow throbbing beneath my balls, but quickly began to consume me. A pressure was building, unlike anything I’d experienced when masturbating. My balls started to contract, and immediately I could feel the cum rising in my shaft. How was this possible? Neither Mike nor I had even touched my cock. “Shit. I’m gonna cum,” I warned Mike, his big dick still working away at my tight hole. “Yeah,” Mike growled. “Bust that nut. Let’s cum together.” Instantly, I could feel my cock erupting, rope after rope of my thick cum flying into the air and coating Mike’s furry chest. And as my cock continued to pulse and throb, releasing my nut, I could feel a distinct throbbing within me as Mike seeded my virgin depths. “Fuckin-A,” Mike grunted, his arms wrapped around me as he flooded my guts. From deep within, I could feel the warmth of his load as he filled my void. “Christ, that was hot,” I panted as I collapsed forward onto Mike, wrapping my arms around his neck and resting my head on his manly shoulder. We stayed that way for several minutes, his big dick slowly going soft inside me as our breathing returned to normal. “You’ve gotta cunt made for cock,” Mike praised as I finally pulled off him, his load gushing from my wrecked hole and streaming down the side of his shaft. Instantly, I dropped to my knees and licked his cock clean. My tongue traveled north and then licked my load off his furry chest, not stopping until I had worked my way up to his lips. With a deep kiss, I fed our commingled loads to Mike. “Mmm. We taste good together,” Mike smiled as we pulled apart. But before I could respond, a toilet flushed upstairs. “Shit,” I gasped, reaching for my clothes. “Peter must be awake. I better get back up there before he comes down here looking for me.” “You wanna come back tomorrow night?” Mike asked, pulling up his pants. “Take this cock again?” “Yes,” I agreed eagerly. “But I thought Peter was spending the weekend with his mom?” “He is,” Mike confirmed. “Why do you think I asked you to come back? I’d like to fuck you properly in my bed. And maybe, if you play your cards right, I’ll let you tap my furry hole in return.” #gay #porn #sex

Dad's new favorite game is to drag me down on his thick shaft over and over until I cum. I'm not allowed to touch myself, or any part of me, if he doesn't say so. It doesn't matter where we are. If Dad says it's time for our game, then my pants are gone and he's slipping into my tight ass in seconds. If I don't cum, then I've got to deal with it until it's time for our game again. Luckily, we play this game several times a day. #gay #incest #porn #2024 #Sex

Dad's new favorite game is to drag me down on his thick shaft over and over until I cum. I'm not allowed to touch myself, or any part of me, if he doesn't say so. It doesn't matter where we are. If Dad says it's time for our game, then my pants are gone and he's slipping into my tight ass in seconds. If I don't cum, then I've got to deal with it until it's time for our game again. Luckily, we play this game several times a day. #gay #incest #porn #2024 #Sex

Dad's new favorite game is to drag me down on his thick shaft over and over until I cum. I'm not allowed to touch myself, or any part of me, if he doesn't say so. It doesn't matter where we are. If Dad says it's time for our game, then my pants are gone and he's slipping into my tight ass in seconds. If I don't cum, then I've got to deal with it until it's time for our game again. Luckily, we play this game several times a day. #gay #porn #incest #2024 #sex

Queue March 11, 2024 22:56 Priced at $3.00 My heart races as I lay exposed in front of Daddy, right before he claims me. The anticipation builds - of being bred and fucked mercilessly by him. The power he has over me as he grabs and spreads my legs apart excites me. I’m helpless to stop the deep rutting he has in store for me. My hole quivers knowing what’s coming next. He presses the head of his cock to my hole. He enters me swiftly and inches his way inside. Further and further, unrelenting until his shaft is completely buried. He holds it there for a moment as my insides stretch to accommodate his girth. “You like the feeling of having a real man inside you, don’t you?” he says “Yes, Sir!” “You exist for this. Being my plaything, my fucktoy.” he pants as he begins thrusting. He feels so good. His cock plunders the deepest parts of me as my toes curl in pleasure. I look up at him. His expression is stern - a powerful man taking what’s his. I exist to serve him. His authority over me is overwhelming. His iron-tight grip on my ankles keeps me open as his assault of thrusts continues. The more he dominates me the more I desire to submit to him. He slams his cock as he pulls me onto it and blows his load inside me. I thank him obediently and prepare for the next round. #gay #sex #fyp #2024 #bdsm

Queue March 11, 2024 22:56 Priced at $3.00 My heart races as I lay exposed in front of Daddy, right before he claims me. The anticipation builds - of being bred and fucked mercilessly by him. The power he has over me as he grabs and spreads my legs apart excites me. I’m helpless to stop the deep rutting he has in store for me. My hole quivers knowing what’s coming next. He presses the head of his cock to my hole. He enters me swiftly and inches his way inside. Further and further, unrelenting until his shaft is completely buried. He holds it there for a moment as my insides stretch to accommodate his girth. “You like the feeling of having a real man inside you, don’t you?” he says “Yes, Sir!” “You exist for this. Being my plaything, my fucktoy.” he pants as he begins thrusting. He feels so good. His cock plunders the deepest parts of me as my toes curl in pleasure. I look up at him. His expression is stern - a powerful man taking what’s his. I exist to serve him. His authority over me is overwhelming. His iron-tight grip on my ankles keeps me open as his assault of thrusts continues. The more he dominates me the more I desire to submit to him. He slams his cock as he pulls me onto it and blows his load inside me. I thank him obediently and prepare for the next round. #gay #sex #fyp #2024 #bdsm

Queue March 11, 2024 22:56 Priced at $3.00 My heart races as I lay exposed in front of Daddy, right before he claims me. The anticipation builds - of being bred and fucked mercilessly by him. The power he has over me as he grabs and spreads my legs apart excites me. I’m helpless to stop the deep rutting he has in store for me. My hole quivers knowing what’s coming next. He presses the head of his cock to my hole. He enters me swiftly and inches his way inside. Further and further, unrelenting until his shaft is completely buried. He holds it there for a moment as my insides stretch to accommodate his girth. “You like the feeling of having a real man inside you, don’t you?” he says “Yes, Sir!” “You exist for this. Being my plaything, my fucktoy.” he pants as he begins thrusting. He feels so good. His cock plunders the deepest parts of me as my toes curl in pleasure. I look up at him. His expression is stern - a powerful man taking what’s his. I exist to serve him. His authority over me is overwhelming. His iron-tight grip on my ankles keeps me open as his assault of thrusts continues. The more he dominates me the more I desire to submit to him. He slams his cock as he pulls me onto it and blows his load inside me. I thank him obediently and prepare for the next round. #daddy #sex #fyp #2024 #bdsm

It was wild seeing my little brother put his lips on me like that. We had already taken this too far so I just went with it. I put my hand on the back of his head and felt him go up and down on me as I watched, shocked and totally turned on. "Look at me," I told him. I wanted to see his eyes. "Fuck, you like that, huh?" "Mhmm," he said and moved his mouth up and down my hard shaft. "Dad's going to be pissed we have a cocksucker in the family, but don't worry, I'm on your side now," I said. He pulled off my dick to talk to me. "No, he won't, I suck him all the time," he said with a smile. "What the fuck?" I chuckled, "Dad?" He already had my dick back in his mouth so he nodded yes. "Shit, with all the dates he goes on, I would have never guessed. Well this is going to make weekends at his house awkward," I laughed and guided him down farther on me. My little bro bobbed up and down on my cock, expertly taking care of me, like he knew exactly how I liked it. I wonder if Dad had taught him the way he liked it and he was just doing the same to me. I wonder what other things him and Dad gotten up to with his nineteen year old ass. But that could wait, for right now I needed a concert on the fact that he was making me feel good and I was getting closer with every minute he continued to suck me. This wasn't the first blowjob I had from a dude, so it wasn't surprising that he was good at it. I find that guys are better at blowjobs than girls. I slowly moved my hips upward into my brother's mouth. Hearing him gag on my cock only made my dick harder and leak more. Seeing him obsessed over his big brother's cock was amazing, something I never thought I'd enjoy so much. "Fuck, Tyler. You're going to make me cum, are you ready?" I asked as I slowly humped into his mouth. "Mmm," he moaned like the good little cock sucker he was. "That's a good boy," I told him as I felt my balls tighten and I passed the point of being able to stop it. He looked up at me at the right time, like he knew I wanted to see his face as it happened. My cock exploded inside of him and waves of pleasure washed over my body. I was actually unloading inside my little brother's mouth and it was fucking awesome. "Don't swallow at all," I instructed him and then sat up. I grabbed the back of his head and pulled his face to mine and kissed him. I opened his mouth with my lips and stuck my tongue inside, tasting my cum off his tongue. I enjoyed the connection and the way he moaned in my mouth, he did too. "So what else did you do with Dad? He use your ass yet," I asked, sounding harsher than I wanted but I was too horny to care. "Yeah," he smiled. "Do you want to try?" My brother bit his lip. "Fuck yes I do," I told him and kissed him again #gay #anal #incest #fyp #fuck