Anything Goes

by Chara Croft

“Shhhh, baby. Daddy’s got you.” Uh… Daddy? I froze for a second. Not quite sure where that one had come from. Well, okay, probably from Pornhub, actually, but just sayin’… was it too weird?

“You like that, baby? You want to choke on your master’s cock? Show me how good you can make me feel?”

How to Train Your Bottom’s Hole in Ten Easy Steps. “Huh,” I said, taking my hand off my dick and leaning forward with some definite interest.

Thank fuck I hadn’t been born in the dark ages. Seriously, how had anyone figured anything out back in the nineties or whatever?

A hot coil of straight-up lust tightened in my gut. Not gonna lie, I’d never thought I’d be getting excited about another guy’s dick, but Noah’s dick? Well, “mine,” I should say, since we’d both agreed it belonged to me and the idea of that was hot as fuck. But point being… just, fuuuuuuuuck, you know? His dick just did it for me. It was like a neon sign, letting me know exactly how into this he was at all times. And right now, the sight of it dripping and hard for me had me squeezing my own cock, just to keep it in check.

Fact: I’d never been much of an ass man before. Noah’s ass, though? I squeezed it, and he shivered. Someone had clearly designed it with no other purpose than to star in every one of my newly discovered gay sex fantasies. I fucking wanted it, and not taking it yet was gonna require some serious willpower...

Just sayin’, pretty sure Noah’s ass was gonna be my new happy place.

Because it was… fuck. It was hot, yeah, but it also felt… what, momentous? And goddamn did that word ever sound cheesy, even in the privacy of my own fucking head, but it fit.

And I guess that was my label, after all. The only one I really needed. I was his. …but I mean, it would also be nice to have other labels. Or one other label, at least. The kind that started with a B and rhymed with toy… trend. The kind you could say in front of other people without them thinking you were a kinky freak which... Wait, were we? Kinky freaks? Just because I missed my collar and liked needing to beg for my master’s cum, I mean?

I mean, “regular sex” nowadays included a lot more than just missionary position and glory holes, or whatever it was that people used to do to get off way back before the internet and civilization and whatnot all existed, right?