Chris wants sth in his ass & bc the Sheriff can’t fuck him, he gets dildo. the Sheriff is watching. Chris is desperate he can’t get the angle right & by now has tears in this eyes. instead on his back the Sheriff places Chris on hands + knees, keeps the dildo in his ass and begins to hump/fuck Chris. His dick is limp, doesn’t mean his thrust are slow and gentle or his words.

If John hadn’t witnessed it for himself, he would never have guessed what a desperate, little creature Chris could become when faced with the simple problem of finding his prostate with a satisfyingly thick, toy.

As it was, he was fighting against a smirk as Chris whined high in his throat and stretched his whole body, throat on offer as he angled his hips and tried once more to find it; to guide the fake cock to its goal with another desperate, sharp thrust that had to hurt.

“Shhh,” John soothed, fingers petting through the salt-and-pepper chest hair, then lovingly squeezed the little nipples of his boy. Chris choked on a moan, body jerking in tandem with his cock that lay fat and lonely on his belly, since every time he tried to touch it, John gently but firmly guided his hands away again.

He could see tears in the corners of Chris’ eyes and admired them for a while before he had pity on him.

“Come. Let me.” He took hold of the toy and made sure to be slow and gentle as he pulled it out, listening to the slick squelch of the lube as he did so. He could see the eager grasp of Chris’ hole; the way it suckled as long as possible on the tip before it had to gave up; gaping forlorn, and looking soft and eager to be filled again.

John refused to feel sorry for himself that he would not be able to fill his boy’s needy slit (and utterly failed in doing so.)

Chris was uncoordinated and clumsy as he turned on his front and it took John’s big hands securing his jerky hips to get them up high and steady enough for him to mount – the base of the toy pressed against his pubic bone just above the thickness of his own, soft dick.

He could watch the way Chris’ shoulders flexed; how his face became first tense and then lax in satisfaction as he felt himself get breached and filled once more in a slow and gentle glide.

It had to be enough like this. He could fuck him slow and sure with the help of the toy and it felt good to be able to use his hips like this once more. He hadn’t forgotten the rhythm – or how to angle to nudge up to the plump swell of a prostate.

Chris’ delirious, drooling moan was encouragement enough.