Ooooh rimming and virgin!kink did you say? How about Derek being rimmed by the sheriff for the first time except it’s not just the first time he’s been rimmed it’s the first time anyone has played with his hole. Embarrassed noises and flushed cheeks?

“No!”

John’s head shoots up between Derek’s thighs and he stares at him with eyebrows drawn up. The boy looks like he’s even more startled by it; eyes wide and mouth dropping open in a soft, little ‘o’ that John wants to dip his cock into. Slow and leisurely in little thrusts along Derek’s soft tongue; showing him how to be good and keep that gag reflex at bay.

He has to blink a couple times to get the image out of his head and focus.

“No?”

He is about to (regretfully) relinquish his very comfortable spot between Derek’s legs, where he had been about to make out with his boy’s hole, when Derek’s large hands come down and hectically hold him where he is.

“N-No, I mean. Yes, I mean…” He’s flushing almost as hotred as the tips of his ridiculous ears have been for quite a while. John just stays patiently and looks up at him, fingers idly petting the thick, hairy thighs bracketing him.

“I mean… I was just startled because your face… was… there.” Derek scrunches his eyes shut and lets his head fall back – probably to avoid dying off shame. John snorts and makes sure his boy can feel the warm breath tickling his crack. Derek jerks and twitches – but he doesn’t pull away.

“Yeah. Because I wanted to give that sweet cunt of your’s a little kiss.” And more. So much more. God he wanted to tongue fuck Derek’s ass until it was a sloppy mess; gaping and soft and begging for a dick to fill it.

“Can I give it a little kiss, Derek?” he rumbles and noses at Derek’s balls. They’re large and warm and just as sensitive as the rest of his boy. Derek is breathing quick and shallow and his fingers are digging painfully into John’s shoulders.

“Yes. Yes, yes, yes, of course,” Derek whispers. He sounds delirious and he nearly kicks John in the head as he tries to stand his feet up on the bed and spread his knees further apart.

It is a delightful surprise how noisy Derek can get in bed – something John hadn’t thought possible. A sudden wet tongue circling his twitching hole with a self-indulgent twirl seemed to be just the thing, though.

Derek let go of John’s shoulders in favor of clapping his hands across his mouth, eyes open in horrified wonder at the mewling whine that burst out of him.

His cock – big and fat already, just from some sweet petting – was slapping against his belly with the uneducated jerks of his hips. John grinned against the little, furry cunt and tried holding his boy’s hips down.

“Sweet, little virgin,” he cooed into the warm, dark space behind Derek’s balls and dipped down again to drag his tongue lovingly across that eager, little slit.

Derek might be whining and jerking through his first rimming – but his hole was all on board; opening up beautifully for it’s tonguing and only twitching feebly against the intrusion.

John wondered – in a sudden burst of silliness – whether Derek even was aware of how slutty his cunt already was.

Harry and Merlin taking turns rimming virgin!Eggsy until he’s sobbing. The poor thing squealing as they spank his hole until he’s incoherent

Eggsy jerks violently as he feels the broad, soft tongue at his perineum, then starts to slowly melt into the covers.

“Oh,” he whispers. He sounds soft and breathless. Harry’s patient tongue seems to have even startled any expletives out of him because when it slides up slow and smooth, dragging across his hole, he only reiterates: “Oh!”

He pushes up on his elbows and looks over his shoulder – across the delicious curve of his back and the plump swell of his ass. He can’t see much other than Harry’s closed, serene eyes just before he is treated to another slow, leisurely lick.

His mouth drops open wordlessly and his head falls forward as he angles his ass up mindlessly – then suddenly he looks up and straight at Merlin with something akin to reproach.

As if he was making Merlin personally responsible for the fact that he had never been rimmed; never had the fortune to have someone take care of that bratty arse of his.’

It was wonderful to watch, though. They lad’s face was slowly crumbling and filling with a warm, red color as his hips moved in a sloppy rhythm, trying to fuck back on the slick muscle of Harry’s undoubtedly dexterous tongue.

Or how perfectly distressed he sounded when Harry’s soft, warm tonguing was replaced by his long, merciless fingers – slapping sharp against the wet, little muscle in between loving, suckling kisses he pressed against the heated skin.

“Oh, oh, oh,” Eggsy was whining and his hands were out and gripping Merlin’s forearms with bruising strength. His eyes were large and wet and staring right at him, and Merlin wondered whether the little virgin treat would be able to come from nothing but getting his slutty hole spanked.

He thought that this would become very interesting, indeed…

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.

mmm i saw this and all i could think about was derek and scott!!

scott and derek have been together for a while now and scott’s come so far in being comfortable with how naturally submissive he is. he likes to wear jockstraps all the time now because they make him feel sorta dainty, but also his ass always looks gr8 and derek can’t resist him in them.

one day he wakes up a little earlier than usual for someone reason, still in the jock derek fucked his hole in last night, and goes in the bathroom to start getting ready for the day

derek, the cuddle monster we all know he is wakes up all grumpy because the sweet, soft warmth next to him is gone and he sets off with a grumble to find his bf, only to find him standing there at the counter, pretty little ass set so nicely in that jock (derek had hated it at first, he much prefers scott in lacy little panties)

he walks up behind him, and scott isn’t even really surprised when he feels the clothed dick rub against his ass. he loves that derek does this, takes him like this, what he wants, when he wants. it makes him feel helpless in the best way

he’s still slick and wet from last night on the inside, so after he pulls down the sweats he had thrown on, derek slides in so easily, so perfectly, and doesn’t even stop for a moment, just wants to keep fucking into that sloppy, wet hole.

and scott, like the good boy derek taught him to be and that he’s always been, stays in the perfect position, squeezing derek’s cock with his ass like he knows derek likes. they hold eye contact in the mirror while derek fucks him, no words are exchanged, but scott can tell what derek is saying with his eyes.

You’re mine.

_____

alternatively it’s rafa fucking his sweet little sons ass as he brushes his teeth,right before he goes to drop scotty off to school.

I looove this ❤ you’re absolutely right, the gifset looks so comfortable. Just such an easy slide into that boy’s cunt. I bet Scott would just be ready 24/7 to get spread open on Derek’s broad cock and reamed deep and thoroughly.

While he was showering, while he was making food, while he was playing video games… just had to deal with Derek pushing him over on the couch and fit his dick inside his BF’s hole, rutting into him so deep, Scotty could probably taste it in the back of his throat.

I also like the thought of Rafael, though, ngl. Using his son in the morning, watching himself in the bathroom mirror as he gives Scotty his early breeding. How Scott is so sleepy he has to put his head on his arms and yawns through it, little dick barely chubbing up for the occasion.

He’ll be more lively in the afternoon when Daddy looks whether he’s still slick with cum inside.

Can you write a short about camboy Derek? I’ve been thinking about Derek making his money buy playing with his hairy body for hundreds on people online and they have all of these requests for him and he might be hesitant to do them at first but he needs the money. Maybe you can throw in that Peter or some of the pack are the ones watching his little shows online and getting off to it and snickering the next time they see him because they’ve seen his fucked open hole

It had been very tricky the first few weeks because Derek was near broke and had to make do using the camera on his laptop. It had been awkward because he in himself was awkward and that didn’t make it easier to try and read the chat scrolling by what with his ass towards the laptop, spreading his cheeks for them to peruse his hole.

He’d been a little stunned as to how quickly he’s amassed enough money to buy a proper camera. One he could put at the bottom of the bed so he could put the laptop in front of himself and watch not only the chat but also his own video next to it as he moved and obeyed hundreds of unseen masters.

It always embarrassed him to get naked for them; to hold his cock and balls up when the paying customer asked for it and present it to the camera for their benefit; or when he was asked to play with his nipples and show them how his dick flexed against his belly. Big and ruddy and so needy for a touch that he willingly denied himself.

It was embarrassing, yes, but he loved it. He loved when he was cowering on all fours and spreading his cheeks wide and read in the chat how some were praising him while others were talking about how hairy his crack was.

Cant fukgn see ur cunt, boy. do smth

And he had to hide his face in the crook of his arm as he pushed the dark hair to the side, ears burning as he imagined a dark voice saying it to him. Nobody in particular – just a faceless man that made fun of him even though both knew how much he liked Derek’s big, furry body. Loved how warm and humid it always was in the thicket just behind his balls.

He didn’t know any of the people in the chat, which was all the better. They had strange usernames that he vaguely remembered if they were usuals, even though he had a habit of just looking out for someone in particular who called himself Peter. And of course it wasn’t his Peter. Of course it wasn’t, but….

It made Derek tingly and nervous inside, thinking that people that knew him were watching as he brushed hair aside so the dusky, sensitive furl of his hole was revealed. He liked to fantasize about the pack knowing how he looked when he gently finger fucked it and pushed his balls back with the other hand so the camera could show everybody how full his sack was; how plump and heavy with cum.

The knowing looks his Uncle sent him whenever they met… he surely was just imagining them.

ONe morning limp!Sheriff wakes up to a “blow job” by Chris. He is too tried so he slips every now and than back to sleep. Chris hears some “good boy” or a “yesss, harder” but otherwise the Sheriff sleeps. When he wakes a again there a fingers in his ass and he comes dry.

Chris doesn’t seem upset that John is phasing in and out of wakefulness, which is just as well since he started the whole thing with John out for the count.

He was aware of rumbling sleepy endearments every now and then but he wasn’t even sure he was making any sense or even how long he dozed in between because when he woke with the full feeling of fingers gently fucking his ass, he couldn’t remember when Chris had started fingering him in the first place.

It was a strange feeling, what with his cock not reacting one bit, but not entirely an unpleasant one.

He could feel Chris’ fingers moving; slow and short motions that had his heart hammering and his belly feel like it was filled with hot, thick liquid. He’d like to know how much time has gone by; how swollen Chris’ lips were by now, but he couldn’t bring up the strength to lift his head and try to peer at him through the darkness.

Chris was unrelenting in his greed, soldiering on like he did have a real, hard dick scraping down his throat instead of the warm, soft mouth full that he was contentedly suckling on in strong pulls that only added to the warmth in John’s belly, but also made him confusedly feel like he had to piss real bad.

“Fuck,” he whispered, a low, rough expletive as the lust suddenly crested and he was close to… close to…

Chris moved his finger, his pale blue eyes suddenly glowing through the darkness like a cat’s – alert and curious as he zeroed in on the plump gland of John’s prostate, fingers rubbing and prodding and making insistent love to it until John cried out raggedly, body tight and fingers flexing in the bedding.

Waht do you wanna? I would like to see more about Mel and Chris. I liked very much your mommy kink. Perhaps one where she treats him more like Little, cos he had bad day with Gerald.

She had found him sitting in the rain on her porch, and while that scared her to death when the patio light went on, the first thing she said was: “Get out of the rain, what do you think you’re doing, young man?”

It wasn’t even in jest – not when she saw how he looked at her with uncertain adoration and naked, pleading hunger.

Melissa had a long, taxing shift behind her but now she found herself miraculously alert again. She had taken his hand and pulled him in after her, chiding him like a little child the whole way into the bathroom. Chris didn’t seem to mind the treatment – in fact, he seemed to love it. His pale cheeks got a little color back and he looked docile and calm, helping her get him out of the heavy, wet garments.

She rubbed his hair dry and lovingly smoothed the spikes down with her fingers. Chris’ eyes drooped like he was going to fall asleep then and there, his forehead leaned contentedly against her breasts.

“Sorry, Mommy,” he croaked, long arms carefully sliding around her middle and hugging her to him. Melissa could feel her throat constrict and rubbed gentle circles into the back of his neck.

“What happened, baby?”

He just shook his head and when he looked up, he looked so deeply miserable, Melissa wanted to swaddle him up in a blanket and hide him away; this man older than her; this trained soldier.

She cupped his face for a moment in her hands and looked solemnly back into clear, blue eyes, then nodded and pulled him with her downstairs.

She sat him at the kitchen table and made him pasta. She watched him eat ravenously while she stroked his short, graying hair and once more got reminded of a starving, stray dog.

“I want to put you in my pocket and carry you around with me,” she said after a while, startling him enough to drop his fork with a clatter. He ducked his head in a new bout of endearing shyness and whispered, “I’d like that, Mommy.”

Thx to working with Gerald again, Chris has all his fears/insecurities back at full blast. and there is only one way: mommy! Lydia or Melissa or Breaden, who takes good care of her little one.

FI.NA.LLY.

Little Boy

Hey havent talked in a while. Come over?
Got beer and a house all on my own 😉

Where’s your son?

I
wish I knew. Or maybe not. keep a lonely girl company?

It takes
a while for Chris to answer. Long enough for Melissa to slip out of her scrubs
and snatch a fresh towel.

Can’t. Sorry.

Why?
Somethings up?

Not exactly. Gerard.

Melissa
frowns and stops with one foot in the shower. She idly taps one short nail against
the phone case, then snorts and types with a wry grin.

What
about him? I thought he was off the medication. You dont need to babysit him do
you? Or did daddy ground you 🙂

She waits
for a minute but when nothing happens and her nipples start to peak from the
cold, she puts the phone on the closed toilet lid and starts to shower.

She can
vaguely hear her phone vibrate a few times but it’s hard to make out with the
water running and her wet hair dampening the sound additionally. When she
finally takes it back into hand with a towel slung around her body and another
one on her head, she’s surprised to find that all the messages have come from
Chris. It’s almost a little disconcerting – he usually is very curt and
efficient when texting.

I’m not grounded. I’m just not in the mood for his
theatrics if I leave him alone.

I need to keep an eye on him.

Why would you think I’m grounded?

He can get under your skin and I’m not feeling up for
it.

Actually, please just ignore all my texts.

I’m feeling like a colossal tool. Just please ignore
them.

“What the
hell…?” she whispers, thumb moving across the screen in a slow back and forth
motion so she can read all his texts all over again. And again. Her brain feels
frozen, no real thought surfacing until the creak of the pipes jerks her out of
it. She has the alienating feeling that this is just about as close as she’d
ever get at seeing Chris Argent babbling nervously, and the thought makes her
belly clench tight. It feels nervous and good.

Frowning,
Melissa sits down on the toilet lid and sends a succinct message back to him.

Get
yourself over to my back porch. Dont make a lady wait.

.oOo.

Chris
looks actually sheepish when he steps around the corner of the house and onto
the porch. His eyes aren’t quite looking at her when he greets her with a
reluctant mumble, and he looks so much like a chagrined, little boy that the
smartass remark she’s been wanting to throw his way dies right on her tongue.

“Come
here already,” she says instead, patting the free space on the bench next to
her. He sits without fuss and slowly takes the bottle she offers him. He’s
still not looking and she lets him be, even though she thinks she looks
especially cute tonight with her hair a little wet and only wearing her thin
sleepwear.

She’s
been hoping to… if not outright seduce him, then maybe at least get a little
rise out of Mister Argent but he seems withdrawn tonight. Not painfully
polite and proper like the last few times they met since he came back from… wherever, but almost shy. Troubled, even. His shoulders pulling up to his ears
infinitesimally before he realizes and pushes them down again; fingers working
on the label of the bottle, then stilling and clenching around it unnecessarily
hard to bring it up to his lips for a swig.

Melissa
watches it all while leaning back against the side of the bench, legs leisurely
crossed. He doesn’t even seem to be aware of her scrutinizing him as he usually
is wont to do. Instead, she catches him sneaking glances at his watch every
couple of minutes.

When it
becomes clear that he won’t break his stubborn silence, Melissa does it for him.

“Sooo…?”

He slants
a glance at her, eyebrows lifting in faked innocence. She snorts and nudges his
knee with her foot. “What was all that about? You look like you’re ready to
bolt the second I let you go.” She smirks at his guilty grimace and idly
watches the cut of his jaw while Chris seems to gather his thoughts, wondering
whether his beard would feel good rubbing against the lips of her cunt.

“He can
just be very… intense. Especially now that he’s no longer stuck in the
facility. It’s almost like he’s making me responsible for his unfortunately long stay.”

The last
statement is accompanied by a wicked curve of his lips before the light in his
eyes dims again and he falls silent.

“How did
you deal with him before?” she ventures, trying to keep him talking. He shrugs
with one shoulder, eyes flicking across the unkept atrocity that was the McCall
backyard. His hands are deathly still, clamped around the bottle like he wants
to fiddle with it but doesn’’t let himself actually do it.

“I never
really did. When I was a kid he made sure I stayed in line one way or another
and I followed. When I was older, I… Victoria… dealt… with… everything.”

Finally
he chances a look at her, those painfully blue eyes glancing at her face and
then darting down involuntarily. She can see his mouth go soft in surprise as
he realizes how thin her top is, the hard peaks of her nipples sliding against
the fabric whenever she moves.

“Oh,” she
murmurs, shoulders shifting first without her realizing, then with more agenda
as she sees his pupils dilate. “So she dealt with… everything, did she?”
Melissa realizes her voice had become husky, and she could see Chris’ nostrils
flare at the tone, as if he could scent her simmering arousal. His pupils
become even larger, making his eyes darker. Softer. More vulnerable. Her shoulders tingle with the need to flex them more. To pull them
back and put her tits on display for his transfixed gaze.

She
smirks at his slow nod, at the way he looked so helpless beneath his rough
exterior. It made her lower belly clench with want to take him in hand; give
this boy what he was so obviously needing.

“What
exactly did she deal with, Chris? Did she make sure you didn’t have to worry
about your father? Die she put herself between the two of you?” She uncrosses
her legs and leans forward, eyes intent on the flush slowly rising above the
line of his beard. Melissa could see the jump in his cheek as he starts
clenching his jaw but before he could pull back and shut her out again, she
lifts a hand and cups his face, thumb rubbing a small circle into the corner of
his mouth.

“She was
not letting him get a hold of you and try to corrupt you for his needs because
you were hers, weren’t you? Her husband, her property, her boy
to take care of.”

The sound
he makes as he jerks back and lets the bottle fall to the floorboards of the
patio, is so painfully confused and surprised, she can feel her cunt throb in
want for him. Her breath hitches and she kneels up on the bench, leaning closer
towards Chris who doesn’t have anywhere to go. He doesn’t particularly look
like he wants to go anywhere, too, even though his eyes have started wandering
again, looking anywhere but at her.

“Melissa,
I don’t…”

“You
don’t what? You want to tell me that this isn’t exactly what has happened? That
you weren’t Victoria’s pretty baby boy and had her make you feel nice and safe
like you deserve?”

“Oh my
God,” he whispers, voice going high at the end as he clenches his eyes closed
and his hands into shaky fists that don’t look remotely threatening. Melissa
reaches for him again and drags her fingertips across his cheek, feeling the
soft hair of his beard tickle her.

“You’ve
been so alone since she’s gone and now your father is back and making your life
so much harder.” She nudges his chin and waits until he reluctantly looks into
her face again. She smiles and slides a little closer still until she can feel
the warmth of his body and the tickle of his stuttering breath against her
throat.

“I can
help you with that if you want. Just for tonight? You can stay here. Let me
take care of you. Make you feel safe and treasured until you need to get back
out there and fight the bad guys for us.”

He’s
staring at her like she’s salvation made flesh and she can feel her thin sleep
pants start sticking to her thighs from how messy her cunt has already become,
even without having been touched yet.

“You want
that, baby boy?” she asks throatily and groans when he whimpers like a little
child and nods.

.oOo.

She’s
tugged him towards her chest and he’s been suckling at her tits through the
thin fabric of her top ever since. She scratches blunt fingernails through his
hair and purrs soothing nonsense and wonders whether it would be possible for
her to come just from the strong, relentless sucking of his warm mouth on her
nipple.

The
fabric has been soaked through and is paper thin, clinging to her chest and
exposing it to the cool air when she makes him change to the other one. His
eyes are contented slits after his first hesitation, his breath tickling and
electrifying in equal measures. She almost forgot how it felt to have someone
nurse from her, and she almost feels bad for how it makes her cunt feel swollen
and ripe just from the slow, hard drags he takes as if she really were giving
milk.

And just
every now and then, there’s his tongue – carefully fluttering across the fat
bud of her nipple; tapping against it and swirling around until she hushes him
with her husky, deep voice and strokes a hand across his head.

“None of
that,” she admonishes gently and he lets her. Opens his eyes a little to glance
up at her with those startling blue eyes, in careful adoration.

She
almost expects him to make a fuss when she pulls him away from his task and
ushers him up but he’s quiet and obedient, eyes big and needy as he follows her
easily into the darkness of the house; her hand small and firm around his
thick, lax fingers.

“Get out
of that,” she tells him with a voice pitched so low it’s almost a whisper. She
tugs on his leather jacket to get his attention back from where he’s been
looking around her bedroom. “You need to wear something more comfortable. I
want you nice and relaxed for me.”

Melissa
looks at him scrutinizingly until he realizes she is waiting for an answer. His
lips are still shiny from sucking her tits and she clenches her thighs together
to relieve the throbbing in her cunt but only succeeds to make it worse.

He nods
slowly like he’s in a trance. “Yes.”

Mommy, she
wants to hear him say in that deep, gravelly voice – preferably right against her
clit – but he doesn’t – not yet – and that is okay.

.o.

He’s been
sweet and shy in getting out of his clothes for her, and it takes a little
coaxing to get him to work through his stage fright.

She loves
cooing at him. She loves calling him her sweet, little boy. Her treasure. Her
perfect pet.

She loves
how his deep voice becomes soft and velvety; rises in surprised registers when
she curls her hand around his cock and gives it a loving squeeze. His shaft is
long and warm and silky and for a moment Melissa wants nothing more than to
drop to her knees and worship it with her mouth. She can imagine how salty he’d
taste on her tongue when she jerks him off with the tip leaning against her
lips, but she resists the urge.

She’s too
preoccupied with the way he blooms for her. How his hands fall down in acceptance
when she pets his lean sides and tweaks his small, rust coloured nipples. How
he whimpers and his breath hitches when she pets his balls, yet hunches his
hips gently forward into her caress.

His eyes
keep wandering towards her breasts, but he doesn’t ask for another taste. He
doesn’t even try to shield himself when she steps back to look at her prize,
even though she’s still fully clothed.

He looks
like a half-starved hound; painfully thin with perfect soldier’s muscles and
too many scars to count.

He looks good
but he looks even better in some of Scott’s clothes. They’re actually too big
for him, because her son is bulkier than this him, but the shirt sports a
picture of the Hulk on the front and looks ridiculous and perfect on a serious
man like Chris.

The
shorts are bulging in the front from his excited cock and as she watches with a
greedy gaze, she can see a dark spot forming.

“Mommy…
please?”

She
closes her eyes and unashamedly presses a hand between her thighs – rides the
edge as she savours the moment and lets him see her lust.

“Mommy,”
he says again – whines it – and she can feel her clit pulse once in sharp
excitement.

“Yes,”
she rasps,”come, baby. Come, Mommy is going to take good care of you.”

.o.

He is so
eager to please her, he gets clumsy, and she loves it. He’s between her thighs
and when she asks for a kiss, he leans his elbow with all his weight on her hip
in his haste to comply. She knows there’ll be a big bruise tomorrow and doesn’t
care. She responds to his greedy, open mouthed kisses and lets him dip down and
suckle on her tits through her shirt once more.

He hasn’t
asked for her to take it off and she thinks she won’t let him do it, even if he
asks. She thinks that she needs to have a little incentive so he’ll come back
to her. She already knows she’s addicted to this.

To how he
looks up at her with large, questioning eyes and whimpers when she calls him
little pet names and tells him how she’ll keep him safe.

It’s so
easy for him to go down, she thinks he and Victoria must have played a lot when
she was still…

She feels
bad he’s not been getting what he so sorely needs. His mouth is perfect on her.
Soft and open and so warm, she feels like squirming away from it when he
finally opens his lips and sucks on her cunt with the same abandon he’s
displayed for her fat, erect nipples.

He seems
hellbent on dragging an orgasm out of her in the next three minutes and it’s
almost scary how good he is at it. Her little treat. She’s digging her heels
into the mattress and scratching at his scalp. She tries to suffocate him
against her pussy and dimly hears the wet, messy sounds of his eager sucking as
a backdrop to her almost delirious babbling.

She’s
promising him the world, she realizes dimly and doesn’t give a fuck.

She tells
him she’ll make it up to him. She’ll get his little boy cock out of his little
boy shorts and kiss it all over. She’ll suck it for him until it feels weird
and close to bursting and she’ll show him how good it can be. She’ll let him
try and fuck Mommy’s mouth with his little dick. She’ll let him learn how to
deep dick the warm clutch of his Mommy’s cunt that he’s so perfectly licking
right now.

Like the
good boy he is. Like the good, little boy that he is.

She can
feel his beard scratching at her thighs and it doesn’t compute as the attribute
of a grown man – it’s just more sensation that makes her belly hard and quivery
in excitement. His voice – a deep, delicious vibration right against her clit –
makes her eyes roll into the back of her head.

It’s when
his fingers start playing with her as well – dipping into the warm wetness and
travelling back to drag unrelenting circles around her anus with the silky
liquid of her cunt – that she comes long and deep, her ribcage stretching and
her throat swelling with the guttural sounds she emits.

…

When she does
reach for his crotch with tingling, weak fingers, she only finds wetness there.
He’s been so excited, her little boy…

“So good
for Mommy,” she whispers, voice raspy and sated as she presses soft kisses
against Chris’ face. She doesn’t comment on the wetness she finds on his cheeks
and his arms tighten around her almost to the point of hurting. She feels for a
second like a little doll in his arms and she doesn’t mind too much.

“You can
always come to me, you know,” she whispers right into his ear and lets him
nuzzle his face against her throat. He’s breathing through his mouth because
his nose is probably stuffy, and she feels a new warm wave of affection run
through her.

Even if you don’t I am still extremely grateful. It’s amazing and I love, thank you so much

Chris still couldn’t believe Josh was actually doing it. He felt sick with excitement and something more spicy that he realized was jealousy. He stood, sweaty hand nervously patting Nico’s flank as he stared at Josh crouching beneath the horse’s belly.

The animal was standing still willingly enough. He’d turned his head in curiosity when Josh had gingerly started touching the warm, naked sheath, but had turned away after a few seconds of consideration. He started nosing through the hay, then lifted his head and just stood there while he got molested by eager, trembling boy fingers.

Chris’ mouth fell open at the sight of Josh’s hands gently closing around Nico’s balls. They looked obscene and swollen like grapefruits. Josh was running a constant commentary – his eyes had that glazed look that told him that his friend had no idea he even was babbling.

“His skin is so soft and warm, Chris. Fuck.”

He weight them and squeezed them a little, moving them in the brown skin until the horse huffed and made a curious motion with his hips – kind of like bearing down on something, before he stood still again – hind legs maybe planted a little farther apart than before.

Chris wondered if Nico would even react to their clumsy fondling – part of him kind of hoped for it – but then Josh’s hoarse, excited voice told him that something was happening, and fuck he could see it. That strange flat head emerging from the sheath – slow but in a steady, liquid motion. It was drooping down for the moment, tapping Josh accidentally on the nose in one of the most ridiculous gestures Chris had ever seen.

And then, right before his wondering eyes, Josh darted in for a kiss – a little peck, right on the tip, while his trembling hands closed around the shaft. Chris’ mouth dropped open as he watched.

“Salty,” Josh murmured and Chris could see the tips of his ears starting to burn hot red. He could just stand and watch as Josh started exploring – hands clumsily jerking the thick shaft, face looking strangely dreamy and focused at the same time as he rubbed the horse dick across his cheeks and mouth. His tongue was darting out every so often – taking a taste from the large hole in the tip.

“Fuck, dude” Chris suddenly burst out, startling himself just as much as the horse which jerked and turned his head, regarding him with solemn, dark eyes. He looked so calm. Positively zen – and Chris dumbly wondered what the fuck he’d thought an aroused horse would look like.

The large cock was no longer drooping as much. It was pointing right at Josh’s face. His balls looked tighter than before. Riper. Ready – and Chris couldn’t wait to witness the culmination of Josh’s clumsy tonguing and rubbing. See thick horse cum slop out and splash in heavy streaks across his friend’s cheeks.

He couldn’t wait to be the one sitting beneath Nico next time they stole out.

the Washingtons are a pretty rich film making family. How much you wanna bet Josh’s dad worked on a film that involved horses at some point in the film? A film that required a horse means there was a horse around Josh at some point, and Chris and Josh being little shits one of them would absolutely dare the other to blow that horse. Whether or not they DO it probably depends on how much he’s been drinking that day

“It’s not… dangerous, though. Right?” Chris murmured right into Josh’s ear. He was hanging heavily over his friend’s shoulder and Josh could feel the warm, wet breath tickling his neck. He shivered and tried to mask it by playfully digging his elbow into Chris’ side until he – literally – got off his back.

“It’s just a big cuddlebug, Cochise. Laurence even let me ride it earlier.”

“If they find us, your dad’s gonna be pissed. Again.”

“Uhu”, Josh agreed softly, mind already far away. He pushed the door farther open, realized Chris was standing and dubiously peering inside the stable, then reached back and grabbed his hand to pull him inside.

They kind of forgot to let go of one another, and just stood in the gloomy half-darkness, fingers weaving together as their eyes adjusted and they got used to the warm smell of hay and horse droppings. It was eerily silent for a few moments, until soft rustling broke it.

“Come,” Josh whispered and pulled Chris along. It was easy – Chris hadn’t exactly been fighting it since Josh brought the idea up. Only his fierce blush hadn’t dissipated.

The horse was a gorgeous one; tall, with slim limbs and a dark brown, glossy coat. It was used to play some kind of devil steed, but when they gave it some apples, Chris could see for himself how carefully the animal plucked them out of their flat hands.

They pet its nose for a while – Chris giggling when the big, silky tongue dragged across his fingers, leaving warm and sticky saliva behind.

“What’s his name?”

“Uh… Nico, I think.”

The big, dark eyes were drooping in satisfaction from Josh scratching it right between the eyes, and Chris found himself relaxing even while his belly started tightening up in nervous anticipation. He felt sweaty and embarrassed, and he was glad about the gloomy darkness surrounding them to hide his flush of eagerness.

His eyes trailed from Nico’s sleepy eyes along the long, slim neck and towards the back of him. Trailing and searching, yet still trying not to look for it. When he glanced at Josh, he could see his friend’s pale eyes staring at him. There was a forgotten grin on his face that looked more like a fond smile than anything else.

They didn’t say anything as Josh’s hand fell on the bolt holding the box closed, eyebrows drawing up in question. Chris could see how Josh’s pupils had dilated. It was harder to tell with his darker skin, but he, too, looked flushed and excited. Chris nodded, trembling hands rubbing at his jeans to try and dry them a little.

.o.

Nico had swung his head towards them as they slipped inside, but other than pressing his forehead against Chris’ chest to let him hug his head and rub the warm place behind the large, pointed ears, he didn’t move. He looked content with them in his space and Chris could feel his cock starting to shake off the thrall of nervous anticipation, because it was starting to fill, what with the warm air from the horse’s nostrils blowing right against his belly.

His mouth was dry as he watched Josh pet Nico’s neck with trembling hands, and then further down – across the shoulder, along the slight slope of the spine and across the curve of the horse’s ass, rubbing at the start of the tail until it lifted and then lashed once into the air.

“Careful,” Chris whispered, heart beating so fast he could feel it in his throat. It wasn’t helping any with his cock, though. Not when he watched Josh lay his cheek against the big, warm belly of the animal, and savor the feel until he bend a little in the knees and peered further down…

“Fuck… look at this…”

Chris had to swallow a few times, wetting his throat and giving the big head one final squeeze before he made his way back to Josh. He could barely feel his feet. He felt tingly and nauseous, and like all of his blood had left to collect in his fiercely pounding cock.

Sneaking a little peek, he could see that Josh was in pretty much the same condition – an obvious bulge in his pants made Chris’ mouth water, before he focused on what Josh had meant to really show him.

Nico’s balls were as large as Chris’ fists and looked almost obscenely swollen in his opinion.

“Don’t you wanna help him out, Cochise?” Josh whispered, hand sneaking back into Chris’; holding hands like they weren’t staring at a horse’s genitals and trying to talk each other into playing with it.

Between it’s thickly muscled thighs, there was barely any hair; just dark, smooth skin that felt incredibly silky and alive beneath Chris’ fingers as he gently let them travel from the middle of Nico’s round belly to as close to his naked sheath as he dared to.

It was then, that the horse softly huffed and stomped one hoof, making both boys jerk away and look at each other with guilty arousal.

“Don’t you?” Chris whispered back, knowing Josh rarely could withstand a childish challenge.

To be continued (I think)…