need you. Please.” Trembling, he pressed a chaste kiss to the side of Turner’s throat.
The simple kiss sent Turner’s blood boiling. He ripped his shirt over his head and went for Cannon’s. If he didn’t get his hands on his brat’s naked skin now, he was sure he’d die. Once Cannon’s shirt was off, he went to work on his pants, still the same flannel pants he’d come to bed wearing last night. Turner fell to his knees and jerked Cannon’s pants down to his ankles.
Seeing Cannon’s cock erect with pre-come smeared on the head made him crazy, he licked out over the head, needing to taste Cannon from the source. Inhaling Cannon to the root, he lashed his heated flesh with his tongue again and again. Using his own drool as lube, he fingered Cannon’s pucker until the muscle parted for him. He needed Cannon to come, wanted to feel his hot cream wash over his tongue. He wanted to drink Cannon dry. Feeling his cock get a bit harder in his mouth he knew the brat was close.
He couldn’t last much longer. It felt like Turner was trying to suck his brain out through his dick. Sinking his hands into Turner’s wavy hair, he held on for dear life, knowing that any moment he was going to explode into the velvet heat of Turner’s mouth.
Turner’s finger rubbing against his prostate was the last straw. Calling his name, Cannon started to come down Turner’s throat in hot, heavy waves. Just when he thought he was done, his cock jerked again and more cream blasted into Turner’s throat. He could see Turner swallowing rapidly to keep up.
“On the bed.” Turner stood, wiping come and drool from his chin and going for the button on his jeans.
Cannon positioned himself in the middle of the bed on his hands and knees. He’d wanted Turner to fuck him from the moment they’d met four years ago at freshman orientation and it looked like he was finally going to get his wish. It had been four months since the last time he’d done this and knew Turner was going to love his tight ass.
Rifling through the nightstand drawer, Turner pulled out a bottle of lube and climbed onto the bed behind Cannon. He drizzled some of the thick liquid onto his fingers and started to open his brat up.
“Hurry, Turner.” Cannon rested his head on the comforter.
Reaching forward, Turner grabbed Cannon’s ball gag from the nightstand. “Open and hush,” he ordered, securing the gag around the back of his head. Slicking his cock up with plenty of lube he lined up his cock with Cannon’s entrance. “Tell me you want this, brat.”
Cannon moaned and nodded his head.
Turner pushed against the tight furl of muscle slightly loosened by his fingers. The head of his cock popped inside Cannon’s snug passage. “Fuck, you’re tight. Hold on, boy.” Turner dug his fingers into Cannon’s hips and plunged forward, only stopping when he bottomed out. Pulling back, Turner pounded back into Cannon’s welcoming body.
Cannon screamed around the gag, his fingers digging harder into the bedclothes.
“Do you want me to stop, boy?”
Cannon shook his head wildly to the side and pushed his ass back, impaling himself deeper onto Turner’s cock.
Turner growled and set a punishing pace. There was no way he could last like this, but he didn’t care. All that mattered was Cannon. Cannon was here. Cannon was his. Losing himself in the rhythm of his hips, he felt Cannon’s hand move back, presumably to jack his own reawakened cock. “Mine,” Turner growled and reached around to take Cannon in hand. He matched the passes of his hand with the snap of his hips.
Cannon moaned when Turner wrapped his long fingers around his cock. He lowered his face to the pillow in front of him and pushed back to meet each of Turner’s thrusts.
“Gonna come boy,” Turner growled into his ear. “Gonna fill your ass with my hot cream.” Roaring when the first blast of come ripped from his cock, he felt Cannon pulse in his hand. He kept up the pace of
The simple kiss sent Turner’s blood boiling. He ripped his shirt over his head and went for Cannon’s. If he didn’t get his hands on his brat’s naked skin now, he was sure he’d die. Once Cannon’s shirt was off, he went to work on his pants, still the same flannel pants he’d come to bed wearing last night. Turner fell to his knees and jerked Cannon’s pants down to his ankles.
Seeing Cannon’s cock erect with pre-come smeared on the head made him crazy, he licked out over the head, needing to taste Cannon from the source. Inhaling Cannon to the root, he lashed his heated flesh with his tongue again and again. Using his own drool as lube, he fingered Cannon’s pucker until the muscle parted for him. He needed Cannon to come, wanted to feel his hot cream wash over his tongue. He wanted to drink Cannon dry. Feeling his cock get a bit harder in his mouth he knew the brat was close.
He couldn’t last much longer. It felt like Turner was trying to suck his brain out through his dick. Sinking his hands into Turner’s wavy hair, he held on for dear life, knowing that any moment he was going to explode into the velvet heat of Turner’s mouth.
Turner’s finger rubbing against his prostate was the last straw. Calling his name, Cannon started to come down Turner’s throat in hot, heavy waves. Just when he thought he was done, his cock jerked again and more cream blasted into Turner’s throat. He could see Turner swallowing rapidly to keep up.
“On the bed.” Turner stood, wiping come and drool from his chin and going for the button on his jeans.
Cannon positioned himself in the middle of the bed on his hands and knees. He’d wanted Turner to fuck him from the moment they’d met four years ago at freshman orientation and it looked like he was finally going to get his wish. It had been four months since the last time he’d done this and knew Turner was going to love his tight ass.
Rifling through the nightstand drawer, Turner pulled out a bottle of lube and climbed onto the bed behind Cannon. He drizzled some of the thick liquid onto his fingers and started to open his brat up.
“Hurry, Turner.” Cannon rested his head on the comforter.
Reaching forward, Turner grabbed Cannon’s ball gag from the nightstand. “Open and hush,” he ordered, securing the gag around the back of his head. Slicking his cock up with plenty of lube he lined up his cock with Cannon’s entrance. “Tell me you want this, brat.”
Cannon moaned and nodded his head.
Turner pushed against the tight furl of muscle slightly loosened by his fingers. The head of his cock popped inside Cannon’s snug passage. “Fuck, you’re tight. Hold on, boy.” Turner dug his fingers into Cannon’s hips and plunged forward, only stopping when he bottomed out. Pulling back, Turner pounded back into Cannon’s welcoming body.
Cannon screamed around the gag, his fingers digging harder into the bedclothes.
“Do you want me to stop, boy?”
Cannon shook his head wildly to the side and pushed his ass back, impaling himself deeper onto Turner’s cock.
Turner growled and set a punishing pace. There was no way he could last like this, but he didn’t care. All that mattered was Cannon. Cannon was here. Cannon was his. Losing himself in the rhythm of his hips, he felt Cannon’s hand move back, presumably to jack his own reawakened cock. “Mine,” Turner growled and reached around to take Cannon in hand. He matched the passes of his hand with the snap of his hips.
Cannon moaned when Turner wrapped his long fingers around his cock. He lowered his face to the pillow in front of him and pushed back to meet each of Turner’s thrusts.
“Gonna come boy,” Turner growled into his ear. “Gonna fill your ass with my hot cream.” Roaring when the first blast of come ripped from his cock, he felt Cannon pulse in his hand. He kept up the pace of
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