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Subject: Joe’s Boyfriend part 1 Disclaimer: This story belongs to the author and cannot be reproduced without permission. This work is pure fiction and contains adult themes. Do not read if you are below 18 years old or it is not allowed where you live. Please consider a donation to Nifty to keep it going. Stories take space too! Comments, ideas, and suggestions are welcomed at ail. I’m also open to roleplaying new ideas at the same email address. I use the Hangouts app. —— “So I’ll see you tomorrow, then,” Carter, Joe’s boyfriend, murmured against his lips. “Sure you don’t wanna stay?” the young jock groaned, hips already lightly thrusting. It didn’t take much to get him going these days, what with baseball practice every day. “I’d love to, babe, but I know you gotta get up early tomorrow.” A light tap to his ass, and Carter pulled away. Groaning, Joe nodded and quickly slipped inside his dorm. He palmed his hard dick through his jeans, practically panting. He went straight to his room, pulling open drawers until he found it: his last resort. —— It was practically a foot long, and Joe could feel his ass pussy pucker just at the sight. Long, black and plastic, it was just what the doctor ordered. Good thing his room mate was going to be out all night. Joe laid back on the couch in the living room, already naked save for a skimpy black thong. It was a birthday gift from Carter; the older man said it made his buns stick out even more. God, just the thought of Carter sticking this bursa escort into him made him pant even more. He was already slicking up the tip with his tongue, eyes closed while his other hand was a few fingers deep inside his ass, loosening him up for the main event. “Mmm…Carter…” he groaned, plunging the shaft deeper inside his mouth, hips rocking against his fingers. His dick strained inside the thong, a wet spot forming on the front. “Fuck Joe, that’s so hot!” The sudden exclamation made the stud’s eyes pop open, though his fingers didn’t stop working his pussy. It was his room mate Eddie. The man was a year above him and on the wrestling team. “Mmm…thought you were gonna be out all night…” Joe gasped. He reluctantly took the dildo out, but Eddie pushed it back into his mouth. “Yeah, but I forgot my wallet. Good thing, too, or I’d have missed this fucking hot pussy show.” He smirked. “Just suck on that, honey. Carter not satisfying you?” Eddie stepped back and undid his pants, his hard dick popping out. It was already half-hard. Joe licked his lips at the sight. Eddie just kicked his pants off and knelt between the spread thighs. He took the dildo out and pushed it inside Joe quickly, muffling his moans with his lips. He set up an unforgiving pace, enjoying the way the little slut was rocking his hips and mewling obediently into his mouth. “Oh fuck…yes…oh…” Joe spread his legs wider, wanting the whole dildo inside him. When he was close to the edge, Eddie suddenly took bursa escort bayan it out and plunged his cockhead in. Joe squealed like a little pig before coming, his dick squirting out cum like a faucet. “Yes! Fuck me!” “You little slut…fuckin’ want it, yeah? Fuck yourself on my cock!” Eddie growled. He held on to Joe’s hips as he pushed in and out, the pussy widening to accommodate his beercan-thick dick. Joe’s panting never stopped, his hands stroking his hard nipples as Eddie worked his pussy over expertly. Eddie’s dick was the same length and width as his boyfriend’s, luckily enough. “Yeah, that’s it, work those hard nips, pinch ’em…” Joe gasped, his dick trying valiantly to get hard again inside his thong. He wrapped his arms around his room mate’s neck and pulled him in for a deep kiss, his legs also wrapping around his waist to push that dick deeper inside his chute. Then, the doorbell rang. “Wha…?” Joe was half out of it already, just enjoying Eddie’s cock in his pussy. Smirking, Eddie hauled him up, still impaled on his dick and walked to the door. He swung the door open before Joe could protest anyone seeing him. “What the fuck, Joe!” Carter’s deep voice. “Looks like you haven’t been giving it to him enough, man,” Eddie chuckled. His hips were lightly moving; it was Joe who was doing the work, his mouth open, his eyes rolling back in his head. Fuck, it was pretty hot though, Carter had to admit. He pushed the door closed and unzipped his pants. “Well, let’s give it escort bursa to the little slut.” Joe mewled. —— “Fuck, his ass is perfect…” Eddie groaned. They cleared the living room. Joe was on all-fours, his wrists tied behind his back, Eddie’s cock now in his mouth. He could taste his pussy on it, his hard dick still trapped in the thong and leaking pre-cum. His thighs were spread as wide as they could go. Carter was lazily plunging inside the dripping ass, his hands caressing the thick cheeks. Joe still seemed lost in the haze of lust. “Yeah, we haven’t been fucking for a while. Baseball practice.” Carter chuckled. “Feel free to fuck him when I’m not here. He gets insatiable.” Eddie grabbed his hair, lifting his face. “You like that, slut? Want me to fuck you every night?” Joe nodded fervently, his tongue working wonders on his dick. His pussy tightened at the thought of getting shafted on a daily basis. “Mmmm…” Carter pushed the last few inches of his dick deep inside. “That’s it, baby, rock your hips.” “Yeah, I could fuck him all night…tie him down and give it to him until he begs me to stop.” Eddie grinned evilly. Joe gasped, sucking harder on the head. He wanted that nut, thirsty for it. His nipples ached, thanks to the clamps his boyfriend put, making the mix of pain and pleasure headier. Carter’s thrusts were becoming harder, faster, his breathing heavier until he came, pushing deeper inside. Joe came at the same time, though his was mostly watery. Carter pulled out, pushing the black dildo inside. “That’s so nothing leaks out.” “My turn again,” Eddie declared. The wrestler pulled out from his mouth and turned him on his back. With a few hard strokes, he came all over Joe’s face. End of Part 1.

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