don’t we all, Nonnie. Don’t. We. All.
I’m thinking Derek could be the Sheriff’s stay-at-home-boy. Basically it’s his job to service the Sheriff, and be available whenever the mood strikes – and he takes his job very seriously.
It’s not that often that he gets accosted in the night, but when he feels big, sure hands on his thighs, he can’t help it but sleepily open them wide and angle his hairy ass up into the cool air of the bedroom. A breathy moan escapes him when the Sheriff’s thick fingers – already slick with lube – pet across his dusky hole, trying how soft and swollen the rim is. All the deep dicking is taking its toll and the Sheriff loves to see physical evidence of it.
Derek is snoring softly as he gets fingered, but John doesn’t really mind it. He’s focused on the feel of Derek’s warm, puffy walls hugging his fingers, and how he can see the swell of the boy’s balls where they peek out between his thighs, and how they move when he relentlessly circles his prostate with gentle fingers.
In any case, he doesn’t need Derek to be awake for what he wants of him, but there’s also no way his boy will sleep through getting his cunt stretched on a big cock.
When John mounts him with one hand placed high between his shoulder blades – nearly gripping the back of his neck to keep him pinned down and motionless – he startles awake with a confused grunt and half-moan.
“Daddy?” he whispers, voice ridiculously high and soft, always so startling when it comes from this burly man.
“Shhh baby boy. Just let Daddy take care of you. Just… like… this…” John’s not even looking at Derek’s face; just intently staring down where he’s starting to press the blunt tip of his dick against the swollen, dark hole. He never gets tired of seeing how Derek’s swollen rim opens up for him and stretches, stretches, stretches to accommodate John’s girth; and Derek doesn’t even wince. Just opens his mouth in another soft groan and lets himself get pinned down against the bed.
He’d never struggle against a fuck. He’s too addicted to cock; to warm cum filling his belly and making the hair around his hole and the dark, space behind his balls sticky.
The Sheriff fucks him in fast, abrupt strokes that jolt through Derek and force squeaky whines out of his throat . It doesn’t even take long – not long enough for Derek’s warm, sleepy body to get off, anyway – until he stills and fills him with a deep, rusty sounding grunt.
He pets Derek’s ass with small slaps, as if congratulating a dog after a trick well done, then slowly pulls away, watching the pulsing gape of Derek’s cunt with satisfied smugness.
“Good boy,” he praises and presses a kiss against Derek’s shoulder blade, right next to the red hand print on the nape of his neck – then proceeds to get off the bed and ready for bed, hands on his uniform, and mind already elsewhere while Derek is still dazed and his toes are tingling.
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