For the Fans

by Nyla K.

He smashes his hips against my face, feeding his big cock into my throat while I struggle to breathe. Then he releases my dick, all wet and swollen as he whimpers, “Kyran… I’m gonna come. Fuck yess, I’m gonna… come.” Even if I wanted to, there’s no moving away. I’m trapped beneath him. But the sickest part is that as soon as the words leave his lips, I’m waiting for it. Like it’s my reward for doing well… I want it.

“Fuck, baby, you feel so good.” I drop my mouth to his, kissing him and swallowing up his sounds. “The way your greedy little ass swallows my dick is… fucking euphoric.”

Avi: Please, baby? I’ve been thinking about your ass all day... I’m fucking dripping for it

Our street, where he found me.

God is not some old, bearded man sitting up in the sky,

punishing us when we’re bad. God is love, and

laughter and light. God is the good things, and the bad. He… They, I should say, are the Earth and the stars and the vast openness of an exi...