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“What's the damn hold up?” “Just thinkin' of how my piercings could tear you up,”
“How pretty you could bleed for me.” Suddenly, he shudders, groaning loudly. “Fuck. Your dick’s pierced? Oh, hell yeah, I ain’t missin’ that.”
“Lord, thank you so much for blessin’ Whaley with this monster of a cock, and thank you for givin’ me the opportunity to worship it. I swear, I won’t forget this service.”
I can’t help it, I laugh.
“This is a masterpiece,” he moans, his face filled with wonder as he leans in and takes ahold of my cock. Then he drags his tongue across the first, second, and third bar resting on the underside of my shaft, ripping all the laughter from my lungs and shifting the mood back to where it was moments before.
He gives me a few licks, teasing the metal, and the feeling of his
piercing dragging along mine is going to make me combust. I’ve never had anybody play with my piercings before, everyone was too nervous or intimidated to bother. But Bunky? Bunky’s licking my dick like it’s ice cream on a summer day, as if it’s the best treat he’s ever tasted. I take hold o...
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I’m not easy, and I don’t fucking hesitate in rocking my hips back and forth. I expect him to gag, but of course he doesn’t, only stares up at me with challenge. Well, challenge fucking accepted.
let loose, pulling my hips back before snapping forward and pushing as much of me as I can into his hot mouth. He relaxes his throat, letting me fuck into him. His eyes water, but he never breaks our connection.
“You take my cock so damn good, Bunk,”
feeling shoots straight to my balls, and I gasp, pulling out and pushing back in harder. “That’s good. Make my dick nice and wet. Get me ready to fuck your ass.”
His eyes snap open, and it’s like the whole world stills. Nothing else matters, nothing else exists besides this. I pull out of his mouth, the urge to come slamming into me at rapid speed, and I pinch the base of my dick to stop the orgasm from rushing forward. “Goddamn, that mouth,” I grit out, clenching my jaw and motioning for him to spin around. “Hands and knees.”
press against it with my thumbs, pulling it open to spit into him. The way he whines makes me do it again and again until he’s squirming. “God I can feel it, Whaley. Yeah, like that. Don’t need fingers, want you.” “Be patient.”
“I’ve been patient. Months and months of fuckin’ patience. Now I’m done. Give me your cock.” “Shut it, Bunk.”
I'm being petty, dragging it out just ‘cause he's begging for it. I am the one in control. Only me. “That ain’t your dick,” he teases and I slap his ass once more, wanting to hear all his sounds. “Yeah, God, do that. Please, do it again.” Fuck it, I'll be here all night if I wait for him to stop being a brat.
“You ain’t runnin’ this fuckin’ show, remember? I’m the one who calls the shots. Always me.”
Then I push forward, giving him every inch of my cock in one thrust. He screams, actually fucking screams, and it’s music to my ears.
“Damn, you’re splittin’ me in half. Feels so good. Own my ass, Whaley. Fuck me like you ...
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Again and again and again. I fuck into him, ruthless in my pace, desperate in my determination to make this the best he’s ever had. The best either of us have ever had. I want to be so permanently seared in his head that there’s no escaping me. “You feel so fuckin’ good, Bunk,”
If he lets me, I’ll be in it twenty-four-seven, keeping him so sore he’ll never walk straight again. “You like this?” “Yes,” he whines, trying to push back on my cock, but the grip I have on his hips prevents him from doing so. He cries out, twitching and writhing in such a beautifully distressed way. “Whaley, you’re ruinin’ me.” Good. That’s exactly what I want.
When I take one hand and anchor it in his hair, he purrs.
“Shit, can’t last any longer,” I huff, draping my entire body over his, our sweat-slicked skin sliding against each other. “Bunky, gotta come.”
“Yes, please,” he moans, pushing back against me more. “Want you to fuck the come outta me.”
That dirty mouth. Maybe that’s what will be the e...
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I take his cock in my hand, reveling in its silky texture for only a brief moment before pumping hard and fast. When his ass tightens around my cock and I start wringing the cum out of him, I lose it. I collapse on top of him, running my hands up and down his naked back, easing his shudders. Then I regretfully slip out and sit back so I can admire the view. “Push out.” “Kinky.” He snickers but does what I ask. I sit mesmerized as my cum ...
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I fucked Bunky. I fucked Bunky in the living room of Badge’s trailer when my right-hand could have come home at any time. Shit.
I’m too busy freaking out over the fact I just fucked the one person I know I can’t have.
Whaley did a number on me last night, and I’m not mad in the slightest. I want him to pound me like that every day of my life.
God, my ass misses you. It wants your dick back, pretty please.
“Finally. We’re goddamn swamped here, asshole.” I laugh, taking the last hit on my joint before tossing the butt outside. “Oh, fuck off, Silas. Can’t handle a little work?” “Shut it,” he hisses. “We got three tire rotations and four oil changes to get through before we close up.”
“Plenty of time.” I take off my jacket and put it behind the reception desk before grabbing some coveralls. “It’ll be fine.”
It’s okay. You’re just in love. It’s fuckin’ hot. Wanna jack off to the two of you.”
“You finish this shit up. Gotta text Blaine.” “Tell him we love him too!”
“What?” “What do you mean ‘what?’” I fire back. “You look like you just got your first pube. Who are you textin’ that’s got you like that?”
“Nobody— Bunk!”
“Landon?”
“Oh shit. You’re fuckin’ with me, right? The jock?”
“Blaine’s a jock.” “So, you ain’t denyin’ this is a thing.”
ain’t a thing, Bunk! We’re friends. Can’t two guys just like talkin’ to each other? Huh? That so weird?” “Well, that depends. What were you talkin’ about?”
“Bunky, calm the fuck down.” I snap my head up, wrinkling my nose as I look at an annoyed Silas. “What?” “You’ve been clickin’ your tongue for the last five minutes,”
“It’s irritatin’.” I stop toying with my barbell, realizing he’s right. “Hey, Silas, question.” “What?”
“So, hypothetically, let’s say Blaine isn’t te...
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me. “Why wouldn’t Blaine text me back?”
“It was just a hypothetical—” “My guy always texts me back.” “I know. But what if—” “You sayin’ somethin’s goin’ on?”
“What? No. I’m just—”
“I’m gonna text him again,”
“You can’t do that shit,” Raid chastises, shaking his head. “What’s with the question anyway?” “What if Landon didn’t text you back?” I ask, searching for some clarity. “What would that mean?” “Nothin’, considerin’ Landon and I are just friends,”
“You okay?” Badge asks, looking at me warily. When I don’t answer, he nudges my shoulder. “Bunk?” All I see is red. How fucking dare he ignore me?!
He can’t just toss me aside and forget about me. I won’t fucking let him.
We’re like a lit match and lighter fluid, which is fine separately, but the second they come together, it creates a fire that spreads, burning everything in its path. We’d burn the fucking world to the ground. His demons mixed with mine would be noxious. We’d destroy each other, leaving nothing left but broken shells once it was all said and done.
