Tommy X Deo Novels & Stories

He belonged to him and Adeline only. He knocked on the door. The door burst open and Tommy stood in front of him. Damien eyed him from head to toe. He could tell the man had good looks once upon a time. Enough to attract Adeline, but he wasn't much to look at anymore. Tommy was slightly shorter than him with a scruffy beard and messy blonde hair. His blue eyes looked dull and bloodshot as if he had been drinking all day and night. His white T-shirt sported a day-old food stain and he smelled like he hadn't taken a shower in a few days.

He looked pale but surprisingly good for someone who'd been shot less than twenty-four hours ago. "Hi," he said, his gaze moving over our group with obvious confusion. "I'm Tommy." "We know," Troy said, stepping forward with confidence. "I'm Troy, and these are my brothers Lake and Soren. We brought you stuff because Dad said you were hurt and probably bored." Tommy's eyes moved to Xenois with a question in them. "My sons wanted to meet you," Xenois explained. "And apparently decided you needed entertainment." "That's really nice," Tommy said, looking genuinely touched as the boys started unpacking their offerings onto the bedside table. "Thank you guys. I've actually been pretty bored."

"Help me in, make sure I don't fall please. Try holding my waist please." With a sigh and a 'Really' look on his face Tommy puts his big hands on his sisters' tiny waist and guides her in. Once she is inside and standing still he begins to step in but Tia stops him with a look, "You forget something?" She nods down at his boxer brief still on. Tommy sighs again, flicks his shorts down and frees' willy. It's Tias' turn to gasp slightly, she sees Tommy is well endowed these days with at least 7 inches of cock.

"I am taking care of you." I grumbled under my breath as I followed him to the exclusive boutique. "Xander King?" a man called out. Tommaso Alveordi. Yeah, I don’t think that’s his real name. The man is a hundred percent purebred American. He came forward, his glittery nails sparkling in the studio lights as he reached for Xander to place a kiss on both his cheeks. Xander did not look happy. And that made me feel a little better. Good. He deserved to feel a little uncomfortable.

“I’ll get ya home in time for school, don’t worry.” Richard laughed. “Yepper. If I knew the way, I’d take you home. Who was it said that?” “Don’t know, don’t care,” Tommy said, standing up and chucking their empties overboard. “Just thought of something. Wait here.” He ducked back inside, emerging a few seconds later with another pair of brews and something else: a small shrink-wrapped pack of some kind. He tossed it to Rich, who nearly howled in delight.