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"you went through all of your trouble to pierce your body, am i not supposed to use that fact for my own enjoyment?" if anything, it just further proved to him that deep down inside, creigh was a needy whore. someone that needed to be used up. he knew that wasn't the person that he presented himself as in the public's eye, but that made it all the better. weston studied every arch, groan, and whine. took it as more and more signs that someone just needed to dominate the living hell out of the younger man. he was happy to oblige and take one for the team if he had to. "you can stop with your empty threats. because now that i know how filthy you really are, i'm going to fuck you whenever i get the chance. turn you into my needy slut begging for my cock no matter where we're at. maybe i'll even record you tonight to use it as blackmail." the thought was certainly lingering in his mind. hearing the please was all that he needed to continue. it brought a smirk to weston's face. like he had won some unspoken argument between the two of them. like he had been right about him all along. "ask and you shall receive. just know that i don't take it easy." the older man tightened his grip around creighton's hair and pulled his head forward again. at the same time, he rolled his hips and pushed his cock into the toy's mouth. a soft groan crawled out from his own throat, finally feeling something nice and wet wrapped around his length. it was like he was pent up. waiting for this very moment to start getting off. as he promised, he didn't go light on creigh. he grabbed his head with both of his hands, letting go of his own cock. then he held the man's head in place while he started to speed up his thrusts. he didn't slow down until he could feel his shaft start to go down the man's throat.

»Seems like you are one of the few who are not scared to do serious damage to pierced skin.« Creighton tried to make his brain work properly again. There must be something he could use against Weston to make sure this secret stays safe between them, but which could also become Weston’s downfall. Right now, it looked more like Creighton’s downfall being exposed like that in front of the guy who owned a tabloid magazine. At this point, he has even lost count of how many men left him without any kind of sweet release. He groaned in full despair with the finger being pulled away from his mouth again, just to press down on his piercing. Creighton arched his back and whined out loud. His cock twitched and leaked some precum while his legs started shaking noticeably. Half-lidded eyes stared at the thick cock, which the other released from the confinement of his pants. Fuck. Creigh wanted it inside of him. Now. He felt his mouth watering even though he wouldn’t admit it. »I hope you know that I will drag you down with me if you dare to let anyone know about this. I’m so gonna kill you!« his loud mouth had to say that even though he wasn’t even thinking with his brain anymore. Wrong hole. He almost wanted to scream out while his entrance clenched again. Creigh never begged for anything, but Weston was a fucking tease. Just when Creigh stuck his tongue out to lick over the tip that seemed so close, the other man pulled back. He groaned in frustration. »Please,« it almost felt like he was swallowing knives saying that, but he needed it. He needed more. »Please fuck my mouth. Give me your cock, please, I need it. I need to be fucked. Fuck me. Fuck me…please…Sir…«    

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when he first got andy like they were bartering something for the debt owed, he didn't know how it'd turned out. now? he couldn't think of having anything or anyone else. the boy was absolutely perfect. hot and slutty all rolled into one.

hearing the whimpers and the pleas were all enough to ensure that he was rock hard. if they weren't, the man's body was also doing that all on its own. he didn't know how anyone would have been able to resist andy if they saw him this way. how they could hold back from fucking him. he clearly couldn't.

"don't worry baby, daddy's going to take care of you." he moved his large hands around to grab the blond by his thighs. as he pulled him back on his cock, he pushed his own body forward. slowly, he could feel himself start to enter the younger man. he made sure not to go too fast too soon, but he kept it a nice rhythm to it. silas kept pushing forward until he could feel himself nearly balls deep inside of him. "that's it, open up for me. be a good slut for daddy." his voice was growing darker and darker by the minute, lust taking over. he moved his left hand up, fingers wrapping around andy's hair. then he pulled his head back as he started to find a normal pace for his thrusts.

The way the fingers left his mouth made Andy whine. It was as if his body was on fire, his senses awake. And that made him want more. He gasped when the fingers went in his ass, his heart beating so fast he was afraid it would break out of his chest.

His reactions were all natural, as if his very soul was reaching out for the older man's touch. His hole was stretched and wet, begging for the thickness of a male's flesh. Soon the finger touched the rim of his pink hole and Andy could not help but whimper.

It had taken a lot of willpower to not give in to the man and beg him to fuck his tight little ass. But Andy had to play his part. So he just looked over his shoulder, locking eyes with the man that was about to take him like an animal. "Want. Bad. Very bad." He clenched his thighs and moved his butt up and down, causing the rim of his hole to expand and retract, all while pressing himself against the massive tool. "Please, Daddy, I need you to stretch my hole good." He arched his back and allowed his chest and face to rest on the table. "P-please, Sir, I need you to show me how a man like you does a whore like me." His voice turned to whining again, the cheeks spreading wide in an act of pure desire. "Just use me like the bitch I am."

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"oh come on, i'm not that ruthless. eventually if her husband didn't come over, i would've told you i needed your help carrying something back inside." william didn't know the lie he would have had prepared, but he would have come up with something. he was too eager to fuck matt to let him talk to the old broad all night.

"i have an unfair advantage that most people aren't going to be able to provide you at a bake sale." he smiled widely and jutted out his chin, almost like he was proud at the fact. "i'll show you my room first then we can work our way down to the basement." he started to head up to the second floor and opened the door to his spacious room. the window overlooking the backyard where all of the neighbors had gathered for the barbecue.

"You know for a moment I thought you were going to leave me suffer with her all afternoon." Matt was glad to be walking alongside the other now, knowing full well where this would end up. He'd moved into the neighbourhood only a few months ago but they'd settled into an easy agreement.

"Everywhere? I suppose then you're the only one who sees the less grumpy side these days hm?" They entered through the back door and he placed his now empty beer bottle down on the side as he walked, "Basement?" he suggested at first - it was always a quiet spot. "Though I've not seen your bedroom for a while."

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"you're dealing with a football player now, so i'm not too sure if i would be so confident in your own game." not that either of the men doubted kian. something about him told him that he was willing to do everything and anything. that he could also handle it and go all night long. still, they wouldn't be associated with a fraternity if they didn't give their new boy toy some shit, would they? "don't worry, we'll drop them down your throat and up your ass to the point where you're going to miss us tomorrow." kellan winked at him.

the way that he chugged the drink without even questioning what was in it was bold. both of them were clearly impressed, jaws slightly dropping as they looked at each other and then the other man. that wasn't all though. watching kian strip down until he was completely naked was arousing for a completely different reason. the athlete was the one to respond next, catching his briefs in the air. "fuck, that was hot man." neither of them wasted any time before stripping their own clothes off. first their pants, then their shirts, finally their underwear.

kellan and huxley were already half hard as they put their drinks down, taking another sip. they closed the space in between them and kian and leaned in to take turns kissing him. the older of the two was the one to respond next. "get down on your knees then." he stroked his cock a couple of times, letting the pre cum glisten under the party lights. huxley pressed his left hand down on kian's shoulder too, encouraging him to get down and start sucking them off.

“I’ve got a lot of stamina. You don’t have to worry about that,” he said with a confident smirk, the edge in his voice laced with eager assurance. That much was true. Kian could go all night but his tolerance for alcohol, especially at a party like this, was a different story. Not that he had any intention of letting either man find out. He’d fake it if he had to. “As long as you two drop a few more loads before I go, I’ve got no complaints,” he added with a bold glint in his eye, the kind of dirty honesty that dared them to test him.

Then, without hesitation, he accepted the drink Kellan handed him. He didn’t even bother to ask what was in it; he just took the deepest gulp he could, swallowing it down in one go, eyes locked onto Huxley and Kellan like a dare had already been issued. Letting instinct take over, Kian began undoing his belt, fingers quick and deliberate, then shoved his pants to the floor, stepping out of them in one smooth motion. All that remained was a pair of tight blue briefs, clinging to every curve and contour of his body like they were made for this exact moment.

“You mean something like this?” he asked, his voice dipped in sultry mischief. Then, with no shame and even less hesitation, he hooked his thumbs under the waistband and slid the briefs off, flinging them in the direction of the two men with a cocky grin. “I’m not going to need these anymore.” His body already buzzing, Kian motioned toward the nearest wall, his movements fluid and inviting, like lust itself was guiding him.“Come on,” he said, voice thick with desire. “Let me blow you right now.”

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Jeremy Allen White as Carmen 'Carmy' Berzatto - The Bear | S4.E9: Tonnato | June 25, 2025

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to think that the mere idea of using this against him even flashed through creighton's mind. it just showed weston how far out of his league he was. "what happened? does that feel good? can't believe no one's played with the slut's nipples tonight. all pierced and ready." yeah, he was going to take his sweet little time with this one. he slipped his finger out of creigh's mouth and then crouch down until he was able to touch the man's cock with that same hand. his wet digit ran over the head and pressed down on the piercing. that was probably the most attention he was going to give his cock, so he just wanted to get it out of the way. "you're so needy." the older man didn't bother stripping completely naked. he just unbuttoned and unzipped his pants until he was able to fish out his shaft, already almost fully hard. his right hand grabbed it by the base while his left hand wrapped around creighton's damp hair to hold him in place. he teased him with his cock, rubbing the tip around the man's lips and then pulling it away. "i need to hear you beg like a good whore if i'm going to fuck your mouth. my toys earn their pleasure, i don't just give it to them." and he was laying out all of the temptations right then and there. a mere half an inch away from creigh's mouth. so close to just pushing his hips forward and having his way with his throat.

Deep down, Creighton knew the threats would be useless. Spilling the beans about Weston’s secret would hurt him just as much. Creigh didn't even want to imagine how his parents would react. The young man groaned loudly and threw his head back. His whole body trembled with excitement and frustration. His pierced left nipple reacted immediately to the touch. It was rock hard and perking up. »Fuck,«   he moaned with pleasure and frustration. He knew Weston was right. His tattooed hands clenched into fists at the thought that he had more to lose than Weston. Some of the blond curls fell into Creigh's face, sticking to his forehead. He tried again to push his hips up, hoping the air would give him the touch he needed. But humping the air didn't help his pierced cock. His green eyes glared at the older man with anger and anticipation. None of this was supposed to turn him on.  »Are you threatening me with a good time now? Break me, if you dare!«  Just the thought of being broken by someone did things to his body. A muffled moan followed as soon as he felt the finger in his mouth. Without noticing it much, Creighton opened his mouth and swirled his tongue around the finger before sucking on it. In this room, he was trained to please, and this was how his body reacted. »Fuck…« he cursed again, his voice sounded slurred already and muffled from the finger in his mouth.  »I need a fucking cock!«  

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could he do that? weston chuckled softly at the question. there was no doubt in his mind that he would be able to please theodore and tell him how good of a boy he had been. to reward him by turning him into the office slut next time they were working together. give him a new position where he didn't have to do much aside from use that body of his to please others. yeah, he could do it. "as long as you're a good boy for me, then i can make sure i please you like no other man has tonight. that i finally let you climax." he shook his head slowly, almost disappointed in the other men that came before him. "no one else is going to fuck you tonight." with that, he brought both hands up to his lips and licked his own fingers. then he brought them down to theo's chest and rubbed his nipples with his wet thumbs. then he tugged on them some more, making sure that he was winding up his toy for the night just right. "did they even properly fuck that cute little mouth of yours?" as he asked the question, his right hand moved up so that he could trace the other's bottom lip with his thumb. weston then moved his hand to the back of theo's head and pushed it forward onto his bulge. "i bet you're dying to see how big i am. go ahead, feel it with your mouth." he was already rock hard underneath his pants and not wearing any underwear, so it would be easy to note at least his girth.

 Theo was left utterly exposed and vulnerable, toned body glistened with a sheen of sweat, the course fibers of his bindings digging deliciously into his skin as he twitched. His nipples peaked hard, begging for more abuse as Weston pulled and pinched. "Yes, yes," he breathed out, answering both of his questions — he wanted him to be the last one, to prove he could take him better than all the rest, and that he liked the feeling of being used. Loved it, even. He thought about proving his worth to be passed around the team, to sneak into Weston's office with the inclination of getting on his knees beneath his desk. "I just... want to be told I've been good." He clenches tight around nothing, still slick from the earlier encounters and craving to be stretched again. He could still taste another on his tongue, having savored every last drop of him before Weston's debut. Still, little paid attention to him — the attention to his nipples being the most he'd received apart from his holes being filled. "Can you do that, sir?" He asked, completely at Weston's mercy, "I have... so many. I closed my eyes and thought about the last man being you but I knew nothing could be the same as you taking over. And here you are." He looked at him with a deep, pleading expression as he confessed. "They won't let me cum."

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"we're going to have to work on that." not that he wanted to change jonathan. it was cute how he got shy every now and then and started to jumble up his words. cute enough to get him to the penthouse of the hotel. "you guess? then i'm just going to have to keep on calling you pretty." it wouldn't have been hard either. although with the thought of his cock stretching the man's mouth and hole, he had some other compliments swirling in his head that he could toss to the other. as those wide eyes looked up at him, there was no doubt in the man's head that jonathan was the prettiest guy on vacation right now. none of the other guests could hold a candle to him even if they tried their hardest. yet for the man on his knees, it seemed to come natural. that was a gift. it was part of the reason why benjamin found himself to be so hard already.

"that's what you do to me, baby. can't resist a pretty boy looking at me like that." when his head is finally taking in, the hotel heir sucks in a quick breath and his grip tightens on jonathan's locks. it hadn't been that long since he had gotten a blowjob, by one of the employees nonetheless, but this made it feel like it had been months. "fuck, you're doing such a good job." he looked down at him and nodded, first moan finally slipping out from his lips. "think you can take more?"

"wh- no! not at all! that's not what i-" takes him a bit to realise this is still just Benjamin teasing and he stops midsentence with a squint of his eyes and a huff following. he blushes when asked if he's often told he's pretty, he's heard it a few times. less than a few hours ago too, but he's too humble and too sweet to brag about it, so he just tries looking away for a moment, cheeks burning red. "I guess..." except he can't really look away because a hand comes to brush over his soft, yet burning, cheek. his entire body perks and arches into Benjamin's touch when he goes through his curls, mouth slightly opening as he very nearly starts purring into his touch. so much that he barely registers the following words and realises what he said only when Benjamin's cock is already tracing against his lips, which he stares at with big wide eyes.

"it's... really hard." he says, absentmindedly licking his lips and trying to taste the past few strokes of the other's tip on them. he keeps staring while Benjamin strokes himself, coats himself with his own spit then looks up to meet his eyes, then stares back at his cock and shyly inches forward, mouth opening wider. he looks back up at him, again, and presses his lips to the tip, planting a kiss over the wet head and inches forward again, swallowing the head between his soft lips, maintaining eye contact as he does.

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once he saw her holes being put up on display like that, how could he resist? she was bound and gagged, so she wasn't going to be able to get off herself. "they're so bad. not letting our new toy get off." he almost sounded disappointed in the other men. not yet exposing how hard he was himself, he leaned forward to spit on her ass and watched it dribble down to her cunt. weston moved both hands over to play with celeste as well. his right thumb slowly opened up her pussy, wanted to see just how sensitive she was. his left index finger worked on her ass too, pushing passed her rimmed entrance. a part of him was curious just how many men had fucked both of her holes or which ones had a preference for one or the other. he was clearly planning on taking his time and stimulating both. "don't worry baby, i'm going to let you cum. i'd be a bad future brother-in-law if i didn't." his brother would kill him, but he didn't have to know what they were getting up to.

the foot over her exposed hole, her legs tied up and out so that every person who came through had open access to her ass (it still leaking from the last man), had her shivering with want and nerves. celeste usually ended up being the one who gave in these situations, so this marked a new horizon for her and she was not handling her self control well in that moment. not with weston teasing her so easily and without hesitation. there's another whimper into the gag and celeste is moving, slowly, as best as she can to give the other what he wanted- even if he was still toying with her nipple. once down, her arousal stiff and up, her leaking ass split and on display for him to look at. show him that pussy, god it was demeaning and yet turned her on endlessly. "let me cum, please-" she murmured into the gag once more, wiggling for his pleasure. all of her was for his pleasure at this point.

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queue should've posted everything by now! if i owed you something before today and it didn't post, please let me know. activity bar hates me

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if some of the other men were lackluster at best, then this wasn't going to be any real competition. weston had no doubt in his head that he was going to be able to make malcolm orgasm. half of the fun would've been doing it faster than others. now he was going to have to edge him out. show him that he meant business and he wasn't there to play around.

so he took a swig of the drink for himself and make sure to keep his grip on the leash. at least the man was trying to pull back. good. some resistance was wanted, he didn't want this to be too easy. "i'm not going to force it down your throat or feed it to you from the bottle." he walked back up to him until most of the space between them was closed. once again, he was hovering over his toy of the night. "so if you want some, you're going to have to open up your mouth yourself and i'll spit it down your throat." again, he was seeing where the limits where and what buttons he could push.

weston took another sip of the whiskey, but that time he didn't swallow it down himself. he waited to see if malcolm would open his mouth. if he did, he'd spit it into the man's mouth. if he didn't, then he'd have to find another way to get him to loosen up.

malcolm slumped back, warily watching weston as he rummaged in a box, pulling out a collar. he let him put it on without a fight, not willing to waste his energy on a fruitless endeavor. "promises, promises," he muttered, biting his tongue to stop him from saying anything else that would make this harder than it needed to be. it was that kind of thoughtless sass that usually got him in trouble. the slack of the line lessened as weston wrapped the end of the leash around his hand, a taut line from malcolm to the door. he jerked his back lightly, testing the man's grip, finding little to no give. he fidgeted, trying to figure out if he could catch himself if weston pulled him off balance. his eyebrows furrowed at the first question, feeling like the answer was obvious. "none of them," he said, though none had a problem stroking him, hitting his prostate, doing everything they could make him want more. his gut told him weston would deliver more of the same, though he hoped to be surprised. he glanced at the bottle of whiskey, shrugging, "a little bit." only the first guy though, who had held his chin roughly as he poured it into his mouth. malcolm hadn't complained; a vice he was powerless he was to say no to. "you gonna give me some? how kind of you."

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"you want to doll up for little old me? here i was thinking you knew that you're pretty no matter what's on that body of yours." always the eternal fraternity brother, the professor was forever a charmer. he leaned forward to return the kiss, but to make it a little saucier reached his hand back to pinch the man's ass. then he straightened out his back and thought the question over a little bit. "both. mainly business, but throwing pleasure into the mix has never hurt us. that used to be our motto back in the day." and he wasn't going to let them forget it. the best part of reliving memory lane was always slipping back into their old habits.

"you always had the best of memory out of the brothers. did i promise you anything with my tongue?" roland asked innocently as if he hadn't remembered. his tongue, his fingers, his cock. he promised to use it all. his own smile slowly faded away as the dean and cassian were brought up. he feared just as much. "if you think we can reel cassian back a little bit then don't worry about dean keane. you might physically be able to persuade him, but i have a couple of other tricks up my sleeve that can help." blackmail and bribery. some of his favorite words that began with b. "just depends on how we want to divide and conquer this."

“Well, well, well... look who we have here,” Thad said with a grin as he approached Roland. “If I’d known you were stopping by, I would’ve made myself prettier,” he teased, his voice warm with familiarity. They’d known each other forever—childhood best friends. Once, they’d even been co-presidents of the fraternity. Good times. Golden days. They still saw each other now and then, though their busy schedules made those moments rare. Still, they made time. They stayed in touch. Thad reached out, gently patting Roland’s shoulder before leaning in to kiss him. “So,” he purred against his lips, “are you here for business, pleasure… or both?”

His grin deepened. “If I remember some of those texts right, you said there were things you were going to do the second you laid eyes on me.” He chuckled low in his throat, the sound thick with suggestion. But then his expression shifted, a shadow passing over his face. “Before we get to that, I think I know why you’re really here—and yeah, I feel the same. Cassian’s in over his head. He’s let the whole damn thing get to him. Dean Keane’s starting to reconsider. It shouldn’t have been hard to win him over—he’s a former member, after all—but it still took a few of my… special tricks and skills to get him to calm down. He caved, for now. But I don’t know how much longer I can keep him at bay.” // @vicedmuses

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one thing about charlie is that he's always open minded. protective of those close to him and judgmental of others trying to get close to them, but open minded nonetheless. the only guy he had ever been with was quick and messy. they had never actually fucked. just some blowjobs during free periods on the stairwells to get the pent up hormones out of their systems before lunch.

that was probably the most adventurous he had ever been with sex before. public, with another guy, so many people around. somehow, this felt even raunchier. “he wasn't as good as you either. fuck, one would think you've had a dozen cocks in your mouth before.” he couldn't help the vulgarity.

fucking someone's ass was never an option before. the guy in high school just blew him and they traded handjobs every now and then. the girls after, including his short time wife, only ever wanted to be fucked in their pussies. even now, as an eternal bachelor, it still wasn't something that people willingly offered. so when jacob asked the question, the sheriff paused a bit. not because he didn't want to. it was actually the opposite. he wanted to know how different it felt. plus, for a man, wasn't the prostate easily reachable through anal? it would probably feel good for the man that was currently sucking him off too. that alone seemed to answer his question, so he slowly nods. “if that's what you want, then yeah. i'll fuck your ass jake.” billy can never know about this. that much is becoming clearer and clearer by the second. he will probably have the man's head. yet that isn't going to stop him from fucking his best friend's son.

hearing that he's sexy seems to send another jolt down to his cock. although he doesn't know if it's the compliment or how hungry jacob seems to be, lapping his tongue all over him like a dog in heat. charlie likes it all. he's also never been called sexy before. he wasn't exactly the most fit man in forks, just average in his own eyes. it's good that someone thought so though. makes him smirk and brings another youthful spark to him. “i'd hope you'd think so, with you on your knees for me and all.” sarcasm is bound to come out at some point. at least it's now as his shaft throbbed with jacob's touch and not while he's fucking him.

never in a million years would he have assumed that feeding jacob black beer directly from his mouth would have been such a turn on. yet there he is, every nerve ending igniting in his body. he would've bent the man over right then and there if he could. if he didn't care about this being over too fast. that isn't the case though. he wants it to last. he wants to be good for the younger man and show him that he's a good lay. that he isn't just some lazy sheriff who was always lounging around. 

“yes, jake?” he almost uses a pet name, but decides that would come later when it was a bit more natural. he doesn't know what to call him just yet. baby would've been too intimate and slut would've been too insulting. he'd find the right words for him later. “good. you can have me whenever you want from now on. you just gotta ask like a good boy.” it's the moment that he says please. that's when charlie lifts his chin up a bit and connects their lips together. he keeps the kiss passionate, but rugged at the same time. slow, but also like he was in a hurry since he doesn't know if it would be the last time. just at the last second, he even slides in some tongue before pulling away. 

so when he finally has him cuffed and is able to take advantage of his mouth, something else shifts inside of the older man. this is no longer billy's friend. jake is now the hottest lay that he's ever had. the hottest man that he's ever known. and to think, he hasn't even fucked the man yet. it's not a question of if he's going to either. it's just a matter of when by that point. because he wants to and he's going to make sure that they both get what they want before bella comes back home.

a part of him feels like jacob's mouth is made perfectly for his cock. like his throat is the perfect sleeve to take it down fully and hug it nicely. that's why he doesn't hold back when he's fucking his sweet mouth. a series of moan now fill the kitchen as he lets out a side that few have been able to see. maybe two or three people at max. now jacob makes it onto that list and he doesn't know if that's a good thing.

because he's panting as he's using the man's mouth as a toy and fucking him with no mercy. chest is heaving at that point as his body tenses the more that pleasure builds up inside of him. he makes sure to not go too hard. hard enough where jake is going to feel most of his strength, even if it doesn't compare to his own. soft enough where he's not worried about blowing his load too fast. a good thing about being older is that he actually has more endurance now than when he was a high schooler getting blown in the stairs. 

he pats jacob's cheek, giving him a light slap, when he's finally done fucking his mouth. god he's so hot.

"more than good. you were perfect." he feels his control slowly start to slip away from him. not the one that has a say over his stamina. the one where he's the respectful town sheriff that's always a gentleman. “want me to use up your hole already, huh?” he practically drools as he looks behind jacob and gets another glance of that nice ass. charlie wastes no time in standing up and tugging the younger man up by his hair. he sets him across the table and undoes the button of his shorts. “what's the magic word?” even though he's zipping the shorts down and then pushing them down to his ankle, he's not going to do anything until he hears a please.

the idea of another man, even back in highschool, having done this to the sheriff brings out some conflicting feelings in jacob. on one hand, he is glad the sheriff is not opposed to men taking care of him, on the other hand part of him feels jealous that he's not the only one. he knows, or at least hopes he can be the best but he also starts to realize he wants to be the one doing this... not just once but whenever the sheriff allows him.

"lucky guy." he whispers. "not as lucky as me though." he adds, with a kiss to the sheriff's cock, making sure he sees his devotion to it, to him. later he might need to ask him about that guy, about others, to hear the stories his father likely already knows and maybe the ones charlie wouldn't tell even him too.

he meets the sheriff's eyes, sees his own desire reflected there. suckling on his cock as he says those words and jacob... is he, offering up his hole for the man to fuck? he's never done that. never had anything but a cautious, curious finger or two up there. truthfully hadn't considered that, not until the sheriff. he seems to want it, and even if jacob didn't feel the growing need to find out what it feels like, to have the cock he now can't get enough of inside of him, it would be reason enough to let the man do it. to please the man in any and every way he can. "and what if i do?" he asks, another kiss to his cock, "will you fuck me, sheriff?" his hole suddenly feels very empty. like it too needs the sheriff. it feels right, the idea of being fucked by him, of not leaving without a load deep inside and knowing he kept the man well fed and satisfied. he wonders if the man now thinks he came here for this, to get fucked by him, to take his cock.

maybe he has.

as he takes off his shirt and reveals his body, jacob groans, hands roaming freely over muscle and soft flesh, over hair that he wonders what might feel like rubbing against his face. had he been able to part with his cock he might have tried that, but instead he kept swallowing greedily as he enjoyed the feeling and sight of the shirtless sheriff. "you're so fucking sexy, sir." he whispers softly against his shaft, tongue sneaking down to lick his balls, the hands on his hair grounding him, even as he wonders how he looks like, how eager he is coming across. how he is trying his best to keep cool the desire growing in him but unable to help the greed for the man and his body.

he waits, open mouthed. cock hard, but forgotten as he watches the sheriff swirl the beer on his mouth before he leans forward, spitting it directly into his mouth. jacob's eyes fall closed, and he moans, torn between swallowing greedily and savoring it in his mouth. drops drips from his lips as he gulps it down, mouth opening again as if asking for more. eyes, dark and hooded on the sheriff's, pleading. uncaring if he looked like a slut, drunk on his cock, offering himself up for his father's friend. he needed charlie.

"sheriff." he whispered, the praise washing over him, tongue peeking out to lick at his lips, "just for you." he admitted, moving so that they were close enough to share in each other's breath. "tastes better, from your mouth." he admits, nuzzling in until, eyes drifting from sheriff's eyes, to his lips framed by the mustache he now wonders how it might feel against his own lips. "i think, you taste even better." he leans in, presses his lips against his chin, feels the rasp of facial hair. respect and submission keep him from stealing a kiss, from taking his lips, and running his tongue across them. it should be the sheriff to take that step, to allow or deny him. "please." he whispers.

after, jacob grins, thrilled at giving him something he hasn't been given. something that, like all the rest he can't imagine not giving a man like him. especially when he jumps at the chance to do it. jacob is glad for the distraction of him reaching for something, looking away as he tries to clear his head, only to have it ruined by the authority on the sheriff's voice. as if he would try to get away, then again, not being able to does sound hot. especially when the sheriff seems to realize the power he holds.

he looks even sexier sitting down after cuffing his hands behind his back, hard, eager, ready to take what's his. it takes a second, but then the hand is back on his hair. grounding him, guiding him. making him pant right before he is pushed, with none of the gentleness from earlier right down onto his cock. hips meeting his face as the cock is pushed right back into his throat, no choice but to take it.

it's too much, and yet all he can do is moan in agreement, tears collecting in his eyes, spit coating the shaft, dripping slowly as he is made to take him, throat welcoming the sheriff like he belongs there even as he holds back some gagging. he can tell by the pulsing of his cock, by the tensing of his thighs, the sounds he makes how much the sheriff enjoys this, how much he needed this. he breathes through his nose when he can, content to be used for his pleasure, to be pushed down his cock and bury his face in his crotch for as long as he wished before being pulled back at his whim.

when he's let go, he coughs and splutters, mouth covered in saliva, but not more than the sheriff's cock, glistening, dripping down to the balls.

jacob looks up at charlie, mouth open, panting as he breathes in. flushed and well fucked, if he didn't look like a slut before... eyes still locked on the older man's, he bends down, pressing kisses and licks against his shaft, hands clenching uselessly behind his back as he licks and sucks on the sheriff's cock at his own pace, for now. "good?" he asks, voice hoarse, feeling the pleasant memory of the sheriff in the back of his throat. "gonna do that to my ass too, sheriff?" he does his best to push it up from where he's kneeling, back of his shorts riding up enough to give a nice glimpse of his crack below his cuffed hands as he licks the tip of charlie's cock.

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neither of them wasted any time. gaetano went to work on star's core. his tongue darted out as he started to slide it up and down his lips. then he started to suck on both of them every now and then. at the same time, giacomo moved his right hand over to start to play with one of star's nipples. softly rubbing them. while his mouth moved over to the other one, flicking his tongue out and licking around the bud. he looked up at his boyfriend, almost keeping his eyes glued on him as well. wanting to make sure all of this felt good to him.

Star groaned as he kissed Giacomo eagerly. He felt the hands all over him, including the fingers starting to push up inside of him. He reached down and slowly ran his fingers between Gaetano's hair. "Y-Yeah. That sounds fair." He leaned into the touch, his heart racing. He spread his legs further, inviting the man to get closer. "Oh god, it feels good." He wasn't sure which of the two he was talking to. Maybe both of them. Either way, he wanted more." His body felt completely overstimulated, his goosebumps covering his skin from excitement and desire.

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they were both done trying to fight how hot this was making them. they weren't done competing with one another though. "i'm going to fill you up so good, baby." frankie whispered in her ear as he started to fuck her faster than before. mason matched his thrusts too, not wanting to be left behind. soon enough, both of them were balls deep inside of her, plugging her ass and pussy up. pressure built up and they started to pump load after load into both of her holes, moaning all around her.

Whatever she wanted; just the thought of it drove her absolutely INSANE with need. She blushed heavily, shifting as she let out a deep groan, a small nod of her head as she looked over her shoulder to Frankie to make sure this was what he'd wanted. "-- you're so fucking hot right now," she admitted as she arched back her ass against him. "I need you to fucking fill me up, baby," she begged softly before turning to Mason. "I know you boys are CLOSE."

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whoever let these two become friends didn't know what they were doing. joaquim laughed softly at cassian's first comment. "you can always just make it look like an accident. fake a trip somewhere and watch the chaos unfold." not like he had thought about offing his own father a couple of times too. never! "you know that's going to raise more suspicions, but we'll try. i'll make sure to tell the guys not to see you in packs." solo trips were better. "roland's pretty handy at blackmail, i'm not surprised. also at charming people." which both could work. "oh he sounds lovely." joaquim's eyes lit up with mischief. "what's his name? if you have fresh meat then i'm going to have to know all of the juicy details you have on him. in case he comes by here of course." you never know. "we wish so too man, but you have us here if you need us."

"I swear, I can't wait for the day my old man finally croaks," Cassian muttered, irritation sharp in his voice. His father was cracking down, forcing him to focus on school and live on campus. Apparently, he'd been too wild, too reckless, and now he needed “discipline.” Cassian rolled his eyes. "I’ll come visit when I can, but it won’t be as often—unless you guys wanna come see me instead." He winked, then tilted his head back with a sigh. "At least I’ve got something of my own going. Roland and Thad have been helping out—they managed to get the dean to fund it and bring everything back. I’ve already got a few people in mind. There’s this new guy who just applied—he’s perfect. Small-town kid, doesn’t come from money, and he's got a hell of a history. I think you’d like him. I just wish you guys could come with me." // @vicedmuses

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Jet Davis, Princeton Price, Johnny B and Mathias - Soaking Wet (2019)