Was in the mood for some thicc virgin McCree 🙂

Jesse’s belly trembles, then contracts, hips jerking up fuck his cock deeper into his fist. The glide is rough; there’s too little slick and he’s gripping himself too hard, but the pain adds to the sensations and makes his toes curl until he skirts on the edges of having a cramp.

On the screen between his knees the men have changed position. He glances for a second, then whines, clenches his eyes shut; the image burned into his mind: one of them on his knees, one cheek bulging with cock as he leisurely plays with the other.

Jesse imagines this happening to himself. A warm, silky mouth to fuck his cock into. Press his swollen, slick tip against the velvety inside of a cheek. T-Touch himself on the other side-

He groans and bucks again, hissing when the rough palm of his hand catches at his foreskin. Beneath the silky fold is a bit of slick gathered; enough to swirl around the fat head but not enough to slick the rest of his cock which is hot and blood heavy in his hand.

His other hand travels, cupping his chest and squeezing, nails scratching through the thick hair before he finds a small rusty red nipple and pinches it.

From the screen he can hear the slick sound of a mouth getting dragged along a dick; soft gurgling when it gets nudged into the throat of the kneeling man, and Jesse’s brain can’t keep up; can’t even begin to imagine how it would be to f-fuck someone’s th…throat…

He lets go of his abused nipple, hand slipping own, past his swollen, warm ballsac. His thick, hairy thighs frame the screen he’s placed carefully on his bed and he stares but he doesn’t really see. His ears are pounding beneath the tangle of his hair, pulse jumping as he touches his hole with a slightly shaky finger.

He presses a bit harder against the tight clench, and then he comes – thick ropes splashing against his hairy, twitching belly, his head falling back, scruffy throat swelling with a long, relieved groan as his hips gently fuck up, riding the orgasm to the last drop.

Afterwards, he gets a bit sheepish, as per usual. Lies there and sleepily stares at the ceiling, thinking how ridiculous he is, fantasizing about this stuff and not simply going into a bar and getting someone to finally let him…

Oh well. He’s simply too shy.