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Hug him from behind and then slowly jerk him off and tell him that he’s a good boy when he cums

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There was a bit of sweetness to doing things they weren't supposed to at work. It made it all the more fun when they found innocently bad things to do. As they made their way inside, he watched the other carefully as he moved. Something about Jackson always had him feeling a type of way. "Uh, yeah, yeah. Perry would not pay for that kind of retreat or vacation." He laughed subtly. Clark sat his own laptop not far away from the other's as he began putting down his notebooks and pens. Clark froze for a second as he heard the question come through. A slight blush crept up on his cheeks as he chuckled. "If I was going to do someone tonight?" His large, beefy chest rose and fell a bit faster than normal. Smiling back at his fellow reporter, he listened as he swallowed hard. "Maybe I'm just good ole farm boy who likes to be slutty lookin." A quick quip to the observations as he moved from his place and closer to Jackson. They had been working all night. Everything was a bit hazy and boring here, so he wasn't sure what got into him, but he wanted to push those lines tonight.

He stood in front of the man on the edge of the table, large hands placing themselves on each of his thighs. "Maybe I should, uh, show you what kind of someone I want to get it on with." His voice a bit hushed with that twang as he looked at the hottie on the table. His hands trailed up the other's thighs until they reached his belt. "Unless I'm not your type to get it on with."

Jackson led the way to the conference room with an impish grin, like they were getting away with something that they shouldn’t be able to do. He pushed the door open with his butt, walking back and making sure there was enough space for Clark to get through. They were both easily the two physically large reporters at the paper, Jackson would probably try to argue his arms were bigger but he could tell Clark’s chest beat his any day of the week. “We definitely need a break of some kind otherwise we’re going to go crazy, and you know Perry’s not gonna pay for the mental health vacation unless he absoutely has to” he said, going over to put his laptop on the table and moving to sit on the edge of it with his legs hanging over the edge, looking right to his fellow reporter while resting back on his hands “So, since we’re taking a break and I am kind of curious…  if you were to do someone tonight, who would it be?” he asked with a casual smile “Because I’m not gonna lie Clark, you’ve always kind of confused me when it comes to trying to figure out what your type is. You’ve got that good old boy kindness that makes me think you’d go for some sweet little thang who you could live the good old life with but then I see those tight clothes you walk around in and wonder if you’re more into the wicked slutty type so go on, fill in the blank for me. What kind of someone does the great Clark Kent go for when he wants to get it on?”

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The other reporter shook his head with a smile as he listened to Jackson. "Perry does have a weird way of keeping us together and apart all at once." Clark's attention was fully peaked as he heard the invitation roll off the other's lips. "Do you think that's a good idea?" He chuckled as he leaned back in his chair. As he thought about it for a moment, he felt his heart skip for a moment as he began thinking about being in a room alone with his co-worker. "You know what? Let's do it." As the tall, muscular man stood up, he looked over at him and shook his head no. "Nope, I'm sort of alone when I leave here."

As he grabbed his laptop and papers, he held them against his beefy, large chest that was barely kept in by that tight, buttoned up shirt. "Maybe we just need a break from working." The farm boy tossed out as he moved towards the conference room door. "Come on, maybe we both can find someone or something to do tonight."

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Jackson let out a little sigh as he leaned against the wall of the little cubicles that he and Clark were working in "I swear these boxes are no good for writing, I swear Perry keeps us in them just out of habit sometime" he casually looked over to try and see what Clark was working on "Look I don't know about you but I'm gonna go insane if I try to keep writing in here, wanna move with me into one of the big meeting rooms? Grab a drink and some snacks, maybe working together will give us the push we need to finish these pieces so we can be home at some point before midnight!" he said "I mean, I'm sure you've gotta have something more fun to do than this so if we work together, you can go do... whatever, whoever, I don't know but anything that isn't work related"

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His older brother had always done the best for Jason and their parents. It was admirable really. Most people would have moved on and out, maybe even forgotten their old roots, but not him. It was something that made them very close. A part of him wanted to be like Alistair, but then it would have hurt his street cred as the cocky, arrogant ass hole he'd pretend to be around campus. No one really saw him for who he was outside of a couple of people. It was weird seeing this massive place. There were questions that spun around in his head about why his brother was alone.

As he turned around, he laughed. "I do always love a good view." He responded a bit cheekily as he stared back at Alistair before looking back at the view. "Well, maybe I can see it at night some time." He threw out as he just tried to take it all in. "It better be with how lavish yours is." A playful smile curled on his lips as he looked at his brother's glances.

"I think we could have time to explore this place later." He offered up. "Thought maybe we could spend some quality time together. You know before Nick comes back to help me unpack." The younger brother moved a bit closer to Alistair. "Thank you for letting me move in here. It was a really sweet gesture." His words sweet and a bit more calm than what he tried to portray.

Alistair had rather enjoyed the more luxury aspects of his life and he wasn't ashamed about it, after all he'd grown up in the same house with Jason and things had been even tougher when Alistair had been the only kid about. So why not enjoy it? The great condo, the nice clothes - he was enjoying his new lease on life. Now he still gave back to his parents and made sure Jason's birthday presents were excellent, but this was a whole new step. Alistair didn't typically let other people stay in his place long term, but then his dear brother wasn't just anyone was he?

"Enjoying the view?" Alistair remarked, leaning in the frame of his en suite with his arms folded and coy grin on his lips as he watched his brother take it all in. "You should see it in night, you can see the entire city light up" He hummed, unable to hide the ego boost at seeing his little brother in such awe. "Don't you worry Jay, your room is just as nice. Promise" He smirked, eyes drifting past him and into the halleyway. No Nick, hm? Perhaps the red head was avoiding him.

"You all settled in? I have the day free you know and I know you don't have classes today, so looks like we have the day together little brother. I could show you the facilities, this complex has a pool you know and a small spa" He offered with a coy grin. "Unless you want to do something else?"

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@courtesons College had been a bit of challenging time for Jason. He'd been working his ass off to maintain his grades, keeping his shifts at work and just trying to survive another semester. It had become a sort of hard thing to just manage it all at once. That was why when he was offered the chance to move in with his brother? He took it. It just made sense, and it helped him stay a bit more focused on school. He didn't have to worry about making money to pay rent or fees or whatever. Even if it was just for one semester.

Jason and Nick had spent the day moving his things into the apartment. It was much nicer than the one he was able to afford near the college. As the two jocks had placed the last of his things in the house, both of them kind of just looked around. His eyes lit up as he looked at Nick. "Alistair really did well for himself." The red head shot out as he turned to his friend. "Yeah, he was always the one we knew would break free of everything." As the younger brother moved through the room for a moment, he grinned as he took it all in.

"Look, I've got to go get to class, but I'll come by later okay?" Nick shot out as he turned for the door. "Yeah, sounds good!" Jason hollered as he waved him off as he headed into the bedroom. There was always this feeling that Nick loved hanging around him for his older brother, but it never really bothered him. He was still a good friend, and he was someone who helped him get through everything so far.

As he heard the door close, he called out for his brother. "Alistair where are you?!" The young, dark haired man pushed open the bedroom door to see the most magnificent setup. "Holy shit.." He whispered out as he stepped inside.

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This wasn’t how today was supposed to go, but he couldn’t deny how horny he was for this beefy man. They shouldn’t be doing this, but they both found themselves wanting to give in to the naughty feelings they both had. Those massive pecs barely being contained in that shirt were for sure something Charlie wanted. He had a thing for men bigger than him. The smaller, slightly toned boy was in his position on his knees. His own cock aching in those jeans as he licked up and down that massive girth.

His lips pressed sweetly against every inch. No one could ever compete with this man’s size, and he knew his boyfriend would be jealous. Hell, he’d be turned on watching his innocent boy take such a massive cock. “I don’t see how you could…My fingers dont even touch when I wrap my hand around you…” He licked his lips as his hand wrapped around the man’s cock giving it a squeeze. “I-I’m up for the challenge.. My boyfriend is only like eight or so inches, so…you might actually hurt me with this..” He slipped his tongue back out as he licked the head.

As he took it into his mouth, his face turned a soft red as he tried to take as much as he could. Those pillowy lips stretched wide around it as he looked up at him. The feeling of that big hand was all he needed. Slowly, he came off the man’s cock panting a bit. He nodded. “Yes, daddy…” He moaned out sweetly as he heard the compliment. “Better than anyone you’ve been with? Guess you’ll have to keep me around…” He moved his mouth close to the man’s cock, spitting on it as he slowly began to stroke him. Even after that, he licked it more and more. As his tongue made it back to the tip, he tasted the precum. “He’d love to watch me be used by a big man like you…” His hunger took over as he kept on making love to his cock as he listened to him. “Film us, sir…” He cooed out as he looked up at him. 

His other hand palmed at his clothed cock as he watched him undo his shirt. Those massive pecs coming into view. “I’m usually not so forward, but I couldn’t resist.” He admitted as he watched them bounce and flex. “I do..” Swallowing, he took a deep breath and nodded. “Please, daddy, let me worship those pecs. I need to taste and feel a real man…”

While Wyman didn't expect to be taking his break this early in the day for something so lewd and naughty, the older man wasn't exactly complaining about their little private moment. He was pleasantly surprised at the other man's boldness, even going so far as to grope and squeeze at his chest through his tight, uniformed clothes whe he had just been caught. It was that boldness that led them into their current situation, with Charlie properly positioned up between his thick, muscular thighs.

The head of security let out a low, rumbling chuckle in amusement as he watched the student fish out his massive, throbbing cock. Even at half-mast, it was quite the sight to behold. Wyman hummed in agreement as he felt the young man begin to kiss and lap at every last inch of it. "I haven't found someone remotely close to me in size yet. But I also haven't found anyone as eager and willing to take this challenge on. Most people get quite scared of my size," he said as he grunted with each of Charlie's licks. It was quite satisfying to see the young man be so eager and hungry for him. Wyman had rarely been with someone this willing.

Wyman watched as Charlie did his best to accommodate the older man's girthy length. The security guard let one of his heavy hands fall to the back of Charlie's head. While he didn't force the young man down, he only kept it there as a presence to reassure and ease him inch by inch as best he could. "No need to force it, boy. Whatever fits will fit. You're already doing better than I could have ever imagined, and you feel better than anyone I've ever slept with," he praised. "I don't want you hurting yourself now. It wouldn't be fun for either of us. And I want to do much more with you than just use that pretty mouth of yours," Wyman purred lowly. Watching as his cock was slicked up with the young man's saliva and spit, the head of securty groaned at the wet feeling coating his cock.

Droplets of pre-cum started to drip from the tip of his fat cockhead, like glistening savory pearls landing onto the college freshman's tongue. "A shame he isn't here to see how hungry his boyfriend is for this big cock then. I bet he would have loved watching you go to town on this," Wyman hummed as he ran his fingers through Charlie's hair gently. "Should we bring him in here? Let him see the show? Or would you want to film this so you have something saved for later?" he purred as he began to undo the top few buttons of his shirt. His uniform was undoubtedly tight due to his hefty muscles, and the strain of fabric seemed to ease with each unbutton.

"My, my, what a hungry boy I've seemed to haev found. I guess I should have guessed when you were groping me earlier how much of a fan you are of these pecs," Wyman teased, flexing and bouncing them through the V-opening of the half-unbuttoned shirt. "If you want to taste something different, and if you ask me really nice, I think I'd let you have a whiff. It's extra sweaty and musky for hungry boys like you to worship, so you know what a man tastes like."

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Sure, Sam could have stayed professional. Kept his eye on the goal of finding out what was going on around here. Hell, he could have gone with his partner off to the next location, but he didn't want to. Something about Ethan had him enthralled, and his thick, large cock throbbing. In that moment, he let his beast like desires take full range of him. Sweat dripped down their beautiful, toned bodies as he fucked into the man like he was nothing. His arm tightened around the other's core as he drilled into him as he heard those pitiful, sweet moans. "That's fuckin' right, you love this big, bull cock stretching...you...open..." He panted out as he continued on.

At that moment, he knew he found that sweet spot deep inside of him. His cock head pulverizing it as he listened to those gasps. The feeling of those thick hips rolling on him had his own eyes rolling. Growls ripped from his throat as he kissed along his sweet skin. His free hand wrapped around his lover's cock to toy with him. He could feel the pre-cum leaking onto his rough hand.

"You'll take this bull whenever I fuckin' want you." He commanded as he forced the bouncing man to sit on his cock. The thickness being captured by his tightness as he forced him to the base. All he wanted was to hear how pathetic he could make the bar owner sound. Hell, maybe he just wanted to listen to those screams. "Damn right! I fuckin' own you.." He growled as he held him there for a moment. "Don't tell me what to do. Beg.."

Should he have been a little more concerned about riding on a Ranger's cock not but a few minutes after his partner had left? Should Ethan have cared a little more about the ongoing investigation about the girls missing from his club? Probably. But at the moment, the club owner could hardly think about anything else besides the thick, girthy feeling of Sam's cock stuffing up his tight hole. The owner moaned as he felt the larger man's arm wrapping around his waist, keeping him steady and in place as he bounced away on the other's dick. "Oh fuck... fuck... holy shit you're big...!" Ethan moaned, his eyes rolling back in his head as he felt the Ranger's cock head drive up against a particularly sweet spot inside of him.

Ethan gasped with pleasure as he bounced away, loving the feeling of the cowboy hat on his head as he rolled his hips. The club owner reached up to keep the hat steady on his head with each bounce, only whimpering as he felt Sam's hand tease at his own swinging cock. He was already leaking from how much he enjoyed getting fucked by the beefy Ranger, and Ethan groaned at the teasing from the other man. "Oh, fuck yeah... Gonna ride this bull day and night," he mewled, shuddering when he felt the light and gentle press of Sam's lips on his back.

The other man certainly wasn't lying when he said he was the biggest fuckin' boy. Ethan hadn't encountered anyone with a cock this lengthy and this thick. He had to take long, shuddering breaths to steady himself. Waves of pain and pleasure rolled through his body as he whimpered with need. It was the way Sam claimed him as his, with the low, gravelly, commanding voice. His cock twitched int he other man's grip as he nodded in response. "Y-Yours... I'm yours..." Ethan agreed, his head lolling about. "Fuckin' love this bull's cock. Such a stud... Breed me..."

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have been a bit under the weather and slow with real life stuff right now. i will be finishing everything by this weekend.

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Over the years as a Ranger, Sam had found each case could get a bit more chilling than the next. It was no secret of the things that ran through Texas. The only secrets that were well kept in this city were where the bodies were. That was what had always driven him mad. Drug Dealers, Gang members, Crime Lords. If there was a type of criminal to be seen, he’d probably have seen them a few times. That’s how he knew where they should go to start asking questions. 

Evan’s club was quite notorious for the area. People knew that the man had answers to the seedy underground types here. A few days prior Sam had gotten a case on his desk about some missing girls. All of which seemed connected to a couple of people hanging around this establishment. That meant the very handsome owner might have the answers. As they were being shown everything and anything that could be helpful, he found himself exchanging glances with the owner. A part of him couldn’t tell if this was all a ploy to keep his name, and club, clean, or was he actually being helpful? 

His older partner decided to leave him behind to keep searching for clues as he ran off to the next place. Something in that moment had him feeling a type of way. As soon as he watched the other man leave, Sam and Ethan got to work in a different way. His beefy, toned body laid back on the man’s couch. Bare skinned against the leather as he watched that hunk take every inch of his long, thick cock inside his tight little hole. “Fuck yeah! Just like that, bitch.” Sam’s voice had a grizzled growl to it as he hollered out. His hands gripped tightly onto the other’s waist just to make sure he got every inch deep inside. 

Moans of his own rolled off his lips as he felt the man steady himself. His eyes rolled back as he took in the pleasure of him bouncing so well. All of those sick moans leaving his suspect’s lips had him enthralled. He wasn’t going to be leaving this town anytime soon if he could have a fine piece of ass like this on him. One arm wrapped around the man’s waist after he took the hat. The other reached forward to tease at his bouncing cock. “Mmm, that’s it, ride the bull, cowboy..” He chuckled breathlessly as he began bucking his hips up into him.  Their bodies were covered in sweat that was being illuminated by the lights above as he pressed his lips to the other’s back. Just a small, sweet token of how good this was. “Biggest fuckin’ boy…” He growled. “You belong to me while I’m here fucker.” His claim to ownership as he moaned louder from the thrill. "You love this bull's cock don't you?"

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Ethan's club was well-known his town, and it was famous enough that it was the place to be if anyone was looking for a night out. It meant that the club owner had a wealthy amount of cash lining his pockets that made his life quite comfortable. But it also meant that his club often attracted the more... unsavory types. Drug dealers, gang members, and the sort. He had his fair share of encounters with the police when it came to missing people or busting drug deals. And to Ethan's credit, he was more than happy to assist. It was bad for his business, and he could only hire so much bodyguards and bouncers to monitor the floors for him. But what he didn't expect were two Texas rangers coming to his door about some missing girls at his club over the past few weeks.

As it always was, Ethan was more than happy to show them his books and the security footage. He also showed them about the space, allowing them to return later that evening if they wished to see the club when it was populated with people. He had nothing to hide, and Ethan was happy to provide them with the assistance they needed for their investigation. One of the rangers explained that he had to examine another place in town, which left Ethan and the younger one alone in his office to review the footage.

That was the club owner's assumption, but it was clear from their lingering glances and the prolonged eye contact that the two of them were deciding on spending their time doing something completely different. And Ethan was more than happy to comply. It ended with the club owner sliding every last inch of Sam's cock deep inside his tight pucker, the two of them sprawled out on the couch in his office as he rode out the other man. The club owner sneakily swiped the other man's hat, placing it on top of his head as he rode him like a bull. Ethan kept his legs steady, bouncing up and down on that pole like his life depended on it. The owner moaned at the thick feeling filling him up, and for a moment, he hoped that the investigation would take as long as necessary if this ranger continued to dick him down like this while he was in town. "O-Oh fuck... Y-You're such a big boy, aren't you? Hung like a fuckin' bull," he moaned.

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"Whatever you say, bro." He grinned as he slipped that thickness back into his mouth. Sweet, pouty lips wrapped around it like he was the only man that could fit inside. Listening to those moans, seeing his reactions, he knew he had this boy wrapped around his finger already. His hand kept exploring the other's perfectly shaped torso. There was no denying that Barry knew how to take care of a man like Jackson. He didn't need his little girlfriend when he could have a guy like him. He promised to prove that tonight.

As he continued on, he began to sputter around the thickness as it delved deep into his throat. Spit seeped out as he went up and down, choking himself on the jock's cock. His watery eyes looked up at his new found lover as his hands began to grope his pecs. Slowly, he pulled off of him and wiped his swollen lips. "You sure you want to go that far, babe? Can't promise you won't be addicted to me after that."

"Huh-? Y-yeah, sure, dude- just don't stop," Jackson moaned, his eyes falling closed and his head resting back against the couch, clearly already addicted to the pleasure the other was giving him. The jock wasn't known for complex thinking on a good day and right now, with all the blood rushing to one area in particular in his body, his thoughts focused only on what was happening in the moment. His judgement was completely clouded at how taboo this was, considering not only was this another man but he was in a committed relationship.

None of that mattered to the star quarterback right now though; he was chasing a kind of high he'd never really experienced before. He'd been intimate a handful of times before- not nearly as much as his reputation would suggest and none of the girls he'd been with had ever been particularly good - or even enthusiastic - lovers. Not like Barry, who's hands alone conveyed a kind of worship and desire Jackson dreamed of receiving, "Fuck, baby-" he breathed, his head still thrown back and not noticing the slip in what he'd called the other, he slowly opened his eyes, taking in the sight that was something straight out of a hot porno, "- you wanna get up here and bounce on it?"

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This was supposed to be just another one of the university’s fun, engaging trips. Charlie had always found things fascinating when it came to literature or history. It was a no-brainer to go on this excursion to the palace. It was even more so a yes when his boyfriend, Nick, had agreed to go on it as well. No one knew their plan to find a room and sneak away to it, but it always seemed to be on their list to just find new places to defile. 

They had been there for an hour or so. They were told to go explore, so he had decided to attempt to go find a good place for the couple to have some fun. As he was wandering around the palace, he began getting more and more excited for the prospects of what they would do. He’d only ever been with Nick, but they were an open kind of thing. It was easier for them while Nick was a year or so ahead of him. It kept everything exciting in their relationship. Little did he know that his exploring around would get him caught. The boy babbled off a lame excuse as he was caught by this tall, greek god like man. His doe eyes were just latched onto how he filled out every part of that uniform.

Charlie was significantly smaller than the giant before him. All of those muscles, those giant pecs that looked like they needed to be explored and ripped from that shirt.  As they stood there, Charlie found his hands exploring the older man’s clothed chest, and well, one thing led to another. As the other led him into a room and kept going, his hands kept wanting to touch him, explore him all over. 

As they got to the restricted room, he remembers the man sitting down. No one would see the sinful acts these two would be doing. Charlie sank to his knees between those thick, muscular legs as he undid the man’s pants. Within a few moments, his eyes had gone wide. “You’re so fucking big!” He whispered out a bit too loud. His plump lips got to work. Kissing all over every inch, his tongue lapping around it like it was what he needed to live. “So tasty..” The young, slightly toned college freshman moaned out as quietly as he could. 

Saliva dripped from his lips as they were stretched open by the sheer girth. His body was on fire just trying to accommodate the meaty cock into his throat. Sputtering and choking sounds spewed from the young man as both of his hands were wrapped around his cock. Spit covered the man’s length as he pulled off moaning and panting. “I love a big cock, sir..” He pointed out as he stroked him slightly as he licked him again, looking directly into his eyes. “H-He won’t. H-he’d think it w-was hot..” His nervous, babble came back as he swirled his tongue around the head of his cock. His own hard on aching in his pants. “Undo your shirt, please. I need to see those.” He giggled nervously as he tried to fit the cock back down his throat.

The innocence he displayed was nothing compared for his hunger to please this man. He'd never been with a man with this huge of a cock. He'd never thought a man who looked like him would want to do this with a scrawny dude like him. It was exhilarating to say the least.

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It was supposed to be a simple day job for Wyman. As head of security, he knew of the royal palace's schedule and where everyone was at all times. It was simply a requirement for the job. And today, they had several schools coming for a visit with some members of the royal family and with Parliament. The specifics weren't as important to him, although it sounded like it had to do with university students learning about government or history or something of the sort. Wyman simply needed to know where they were, who was protecting who, and that all the guests were staying in the right places.

So he was quite surprised when he stumbled into a young man who was very clearly out of place. It was in a restricted area, so secluded that no one was allowed on this floor except Wyman and his team. From the looks of it though, and a quick, babbled explanation, he gathered that the young man had snuck away for some secret rendezvous with his boyfriend on a school field trip. It was rather adorable, if not foolish, but the head of security remembered being just as adventurous as a teenager.

He had only meant to let Charlie off with a warning, even offering to escort the young man back to his group. But Wyman's rehearsed speech was stopped by the way he saw the young man's eyes roam over the tight outline of his pecs through his shirt, or the rather prominent bulge straining against his uniform's pants. And for a moment, the bodyguard decided to do something that would most certainly get him fired if he were caught.

It ended with the two of them locking the doors to the restricted room, and Wyman even bringing them to a backroom area where there were no cameras. The two of them had all the privacy in the world for what came next, which currently involved Charlie swallowing and mouthing over as much of Wyman's fat, meaty cock as he could. The older man grunted as he watched the young man work away at his length. Both hands were rubbing away at the base of his cock as saliva dripped down from Charlie's pink, puffy lips to coat his thick length. "Fuck, boy... You're really good at this, aren't you? I take it you weren't expecting to suck me off on your school trip. Hope your boyfriend doesn't mind," he rumbled lowly.

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Those words had him blushing. To be called Blake’s boy? That was a feat all on its own. Something about the way he laid claim to the freshman was exciting. Before this, Nick was a strict top, or so he thought. Then he met his king. There was nothing normal about the way these two acted for each other. It was like something out of one of those porno’s he used to watch. There was no need to ever watch them again as long as the other was around. He tried to stifle the whimpers and cries that wanted to rip from his throat. 

Everyone in the frat knew who Nick belonged to, and they wouldn’t dare try to get at him. That was when he felt the other’s massive length pounding hard and hard at his hole. His slightly beefy body bouncing as he was used for Blake’s pleasure. His body was being forced into whatever position the other needed. His hands let the controller slip out of them as the thrust got more powerful. “Fuck!” He screamed out louder than he intended. His hair fell onto his forehead as his head fell. Everything this man did was ruining him for other’s. It made him want to give in and not fight it at all. 

As he felt that large length leave him, he gasped for air as he stood. A cringed look of pain crossed his face as he felt that stinging slap to his ass. His own cock hard as a rock as he turned to face him. The sight before him had his cock bounce in excitement as he moved over to his rightful spot- Blake’s lap. Sweat dripped down his toned body as he straddled him, facing his owner. “I am, daddy. I’m your good, cock hungry, slutty boy..” He praised out as he positioned himself onto the man’s lap. His eyes locked onto the other’s as he reached behind him, wrapping his pale fingers around the cock he loved, craved. Within a couple of a seconds, he slid it inside of himself, moaning and panting harshly as he forced it back inside of himself.

"That's my boy," Blake said approvingly at the other's coo. Nothing filled him with more pride than having the hottest freshman piece of ass as his and his alone- sure, he could've gone old school and just asked the other out and claimed him like that, but ... normal and ordinary wasn't the Frat King's style. And after their first few interactions- their mutual attraction immediately apparent, he knew he had to have Nick in ways that defied societal norms and that fully imprinted on the other's mind and all of the minds around them that he truly belonged to Blake.

Blake continued pounding at the other's hole, using him like a fleshlight and oblivious and uncaring to the other's pleasure being derived from it. Now and then he'd pull Nick's ass up a little higher or force his back to arch a little more, sprinkling in a few spanks and even spitting on his cock when he'd slow down his thrusts to singular, powerful thrusts that he knew would completely ruin the possibility of the other being able to focus on anything else. He loved playing with him, toying with his body and his mind like they were his to do so with - an, in his egotistical, hyper-masculine mind, they were.

"Get up - I want you to bounce on it, bitch," he growled, suddenly pulling out of Nick and giving his ass a slap harsh enough to leave a red imprint of his hand on it. He leaned back and collapsed against the couch, spreading his legs, "Hurry up," he grunted, folding his arms behind his head, making his massive biceps curl and pop and flexing to show off the lower half of his abs which peaked out from under his shirt, his pants around his ankles and sneakers, "Who's Daddy's good boy? And his cock hungry little slut?"

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All of those passing glances, all of those rambling words had led him to this point. His body was on display for all of Alistair's perverted audience to see, but more importantly? It was there for Alistair to see and use. His cheeks were rosy as he felt him rolling those sinfully good hips. His smile transformed into an O shape as he moaned out. Just the feeling of having the man inside of him was enough to make him scream, but fuck, he knew how to work it. His face cringed a bit as he felt a twinge of pain. It was his first time being fucked, and god, he wasn't expecting to fall in love with the feeling this quick.

His tightness squeezed around his lover's cock as he listened to the directions given. "B-Both!" He cried out as he turned his face to the camera. His hazel eyes bright and hazed as he tried to read it all. "T-They, fuck, you feel so good.." He cried out as he shook his head trying to focus. "They are saying this is hot...m-make him scream..." He panted out as he felt those lips on his ear. The slowness that he had to fucking him had him melting into his possession.

His eyes looked forward once more. "Born to service Alistair's cock." He blushed as he read that comment aloud. All of this was how he wanted it to be. Something about the older man had him enthralled as his own cock bounced with excitement from all of this. "Your fans are loving this, sir." He cried out as he closed his eyes for a moment. Just to enjoy this feeling.

Alistair had known immediately that his brother's friend Nick had a thing for him, it was adorable really. Ever since Jason had brought him home to hang out, the adorable hunk had been a flustered little mess around him. Rambling words, lingering stares and blushing like a tomato from even just a smile, a wink or the brush of a hand from Alistair was enough to set him off. Not that it was one sided, Nick was a gorgeous guy and clearly being a jock had done wonders to his body. So Alistair encouraged his little crush, let the guy want him more and more until they found themselves in this scenario./p>

Alistair had done spicy content for quite a while online, it had made him quite well off given his age and he just knew Nick had a face for camera - besides, the dirty thought of having this college boy's first time being fucked recorded for the world to see? Impossible to pass up. Alistair's breath tickled Nick's ear as he grinned at his response, rolling his hips back into the young stud and letting his cock sink deeper into that gorgeous, tight hole.

"Mm, which part - that you're being recorded or that people are watching you right now, hm?" He murmured, nipping his ear as he slowly fucked the college boy. "Go on baby, look straight at the camera - at your audience. Read out their comments, tell me what they want me to do with you, what they're saying about you."

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A brilliant mind like his had it's secrets. All those days being a strict professor in the class had him aching to be free. Freedom was a sweet, sweet release when it came to his desires. Those brilliant speeches and teachings he spoke in class were nothing to the tantalizing things he spoke in this office to his boy. His hand swept through the boy's hair as he tried his best to please him. His hairy chest rose and fell with pride watching him. "That's it. You look so beautiful, Peter. His free hand slid to the side of his cock filled lover and wiped away a tear with his thumb. Sweet, sweet moans left his lips as he took in the boy's efforts.

He smiled sweetly to the boy as he was pulled up. His large hands massaged at the boy's rear as he listened to him sputter and try to claim a word for himself. "Call me, Sir, my dear boy." He whispered ever so above him. His hand curled around the boy's throat in a loving manner as he squeezed lightly against it.

"I knew you'd be the best boy for me, Peter. You always have been a good boy." His voice remained calm with that grit of dominance, but it never got to the need of yelling or commanding. He was able to keep the boy in line with nothing more than his sternness. As he moved to be in front of the boy, he smiled. "I love that answer. How about you drop those underwear and bend over my desk? I think it's time I taste you." His words delicate yet harsh all at once. "Let's see how you feel around my tongue."

Surreal, that was the only word for it. Peter couldn't even begin to fathon how this had happened. How his professor who was known for being brilliant as he was strict, the man half the student base had a thing for - had Peter like this. On his knees, eyes wet and face flushed as he tried his best to take the cock down his throat. The loud sounds of the occasional spluttering or gagging sounded so loud in the room, when the only other sounds were those calm words of authority and the moans of the older man. Face flushing even further in shame as he was called beautiful but somehow in a way that also made him feel just a little degraded. Those pretty brown eyes gazing up at him, usually filled with such intelligence and curiosity - now hazy with lust, confusion and need mixed with shame.

Gasping for air when he was pulled to his feet, wanting to speak immediately but being shushed like that made him quiet. The immediate reaction to obey and just listen, those words like a drug he felt himself becoming addicted to. Those hands touching his toned, lean body - making Peter moan and gasp and babble his words before that hand found his ass - round and toned, so perky in his clothes and now completely for Thomas to enjoy.

"S-Sir, P-Professor" He babbled in shock at the grope of his ass, face so flushed and eyes widened as he felt the hand on his throat. The touch was loving, perhaps a little possessive and while there was no struggling on Peter's part...just the sheer act of dominance, the feel that the man could squeeze at any moment. It was...an overwhelming feeling. "I...I don't know" He admitted before finding his voice. "I...I want what you want Professor, whatever would make you happiest" He admitted, cheeks so pink and an almost shyness in his eyes - as if wondering if that answer was good enough.