Filthy Things Boys Do의 모든 챕터: 챕터 81 - 챕터 90

“Go on, suck it” Dax hissed through clenched teeth. I whimpered, “you're so big”, my eyes searched his facial features. His jaw clenched like he was trying not to lose control and his stomach flexed. “Come one suck it” he choked out in a sharp breath. Slowly, I opened my mouth and slowly licked his black cap, exhaling shakily at the salty taste. “Ughhhh” his head fell backwards. “Go on, suck my penis” he breathed noisily, his chest clenched so hard. From his commands I was getting harder by the moment so I took his cap in my mouth and rolled my tongue around it, making sure to use a generous amount of saliva. “Fuck, yes. That's it. Suck my hard penis head” he whimpered, whining his waist slowly. His broken moans spurred me on, making me eager to please him. “Keep me wet and use a little bit of teeth” he guided in a shaky breath.Focusing on the task at hand, I felt my hand being guided to a waiting cock. Without being told what to do, I quickly spat into my palm and caught the

Boarding the bus has always been my least favorite thing to do in the world and it probably had to do with the fact that I always arrived late and somehow never managed to get myself a seat. Well, a few days ago things changed and I can say it was for the better. Before I narrate my story, I would love to tell you I always woke up with a hard cock and loved the feeling of edging myself and getting to work to burst a load. The struggle of holding my breath with my heart racing at ten thousand kilometers per second… lol… was basically my favorite feeling. Now back to my story, it happened on a Thursday after I had missed the train. Note this, I really didn't need the train but I woke up hard and conscious that my life was basically a repeated routine and decided to change that. As we are well aware, things didn't rule in my favour so I went to catch the bus and arrived just in time when it was about to pull away. The driver who knew me offered a courteous nod and a polite smile wh

I'm a loose cunt and you might never understand why but I’m here to explain it to you. Growing up, I have always gotten off from large insertions. I started off with a cucumber and migrated to using my body cream container and everything that looked like it could fit into my rectum. As time went by, I even started taking my roommates fist and a desperados bottle in my crack and trust me, it's a surreal feeling. Nothing else gets me off and I get really hard on a daily basis. It's been a week since Mike went home to see his family. From the look of things, he wasn't going to be returning anytime soon and stroking my cock was getting boring so I did the unthinkable. I went on a premium hook up site and dropped a description of what I needed even though my heart was racing like I had run a marathon. I wanted to be wrecked completely, simple and short. It wasn't up to an hour when I began receiving multiple notifications from numerous people regarding my post. All of them seemed w

“Hey! Anthony!” Someone called my name at the cafe I frequented. I turned around, coming face to face with the last person I wanted to see. My jaw ticked, at the same time, I forced my face in place so he wouldn't know how much effect he had on me. “Hey, Dexter” I replied in a bland tone. His eyes creased at the corners before smiling at me. “I thought I could greet an ex” he said, his voice carrying that edge of playfulness while bouncing both his eyebrows at me, making me exhale softly. “You can but I’m in a hurry” I said trying to move past him but he stepped in the way. “Dexter” my voice came out small against my wish. “Anthony” he slurred my name, squinting his eyes at me as his Adam’s apple bobbed. He stepped closer. My eyes darted around frantically even though I tried to keep an attitude because we were in the middle of a cafe and by now we were pulling the wrong attention. “Step aside, Dexter. I need to go” I said through my teeth, tilting my head to the side and sca

Mr. Morrison was your typical fantasy come to life. A stud… all gray buzzcut with thick beards that made you wonder what it’ll feel like with your manhood buried in his mouth while the stubble grazed your sensitive skin. He lived next door, was very healthy and wealthy, decent and polite to everyone including me. Morrison loved mowing the lawn in a tank top, going for a run every morning and driving out on Tuesdays, Fridays and Sundays… Don't ask me how I know. He is married but Eliora was almost never around and this is where my imagination piques. How was an active man like him coping in… you know… that department!I had helped them countless times to run errands. Morrison wasn't particularly comfortable with being helped but Eliora was most polite, giving me small tasks and generous tips alongside. On Saturday I was at their doorstep, per usual Eliora apologized, telling me she would need my help in the attic and would join me when she returned. Delving into the assigned task