Boy Gets What He Wants
They left me alone the last day we were at Duke’s. Everyone seemed to have gotten their fill of me. Thank God.
Al had taken me inside the house, after we ate, and King left, and Cowboy disappeared, and Duke and Coop were left in the Red Room as Al brought me to bed with him. We passed out fast, just me in his arms, alone in the second bedroom. He didn’t try anything, and I curled up against his warm beefy body, feeling safe.
When we woke up, he brought me into the large shower quietly, as if he was being careful not to wake anyone else. I was shivering for some reason, standing with him, naked, my eyes on him as he carefully washed me down. His smile softened his face, his moustache thick and bushy and now wet against the darkness of his stubble on his jawline. His face gave a sexy look as he turned me around and washed my back, down around my ass, his big fingers moving carefully as he slipped some inside.
“You’re a good boy.” He whispered into my ear as his fingers lingered.
His 6’2” frame pushed against me as his arms slid around me, soapy and big, strong and powerful, pressing himself up against me. He bent down, resting his chin on my shoulder, the scruffy beard on it tickling me as we stood under the stream together.
I could feel the small dark hairs covering his chest against my back and his slightly protruding stomach fit into my own curves along my back.
“I can’t wait to get you out of here.” He turned me around and kissed me under the water like in some romantic movie.
My head was spinning. My ass was tender. His cock was hard.
But he didn’t try anything, nor did I want him to. After a few days here, I’d already been with Coop (three times), and Duke (four times), and Cowboy, and Al, and Bo, and King (twice) and just wanted to go home. I was still reeling from the notion that Al was in prison, and wondered if my mother knew. There was a draw to Duke that I was trying not to fall for, but I was scared it was already too late.
Al turned off the shower, deciding for himself that he wasn’t going to fuck me, even though the way his dick was sticking into me I wondered if he would anyway. But he seemed reluctant. He stepped out, showing off that smooth back of his with his perfect bubbled ass, his muscled legs flexing as he stepped out of the shower to grab the towels that he had ready. He handed me one, smiling through his wet dripping hair and moustache, as he dried himself off and wrapped the towel around his midsection and disappeared out of the bathroom.
I caught my reflection in the steamed-up mirror and took a breath. I really needed to get out of here and get home.
But then Duke walked in, wearing just a pair of loose gym shorts and a dark black tank top, his thick gold chain around his neck catching the light, along with his shiny bald head. He had his hands behind his back like a kid wanting to ask a question.
“Hey there boy. All cleaned up?” His deep voice asked me quietly, barely fitting in the doorway as his 6’6” 270-pound body leaned on the frame. He crossed a big bare foot around his other one, and smiled down at me.
His shorts were nylon and did nothing to conceal the hanging nine inches of cut meat, the head of his dick outlined for me to stare at momentarily through the material. His bald head glistened and his big round eyes looked at me with a bit of softness as he smiled at me, taking me in standing there in front of the mirror in just a towel.
“We didn’t hurt you, did we?”
I leaned on the counter and took a deep breath. “No. I’m good.”
“Good.” He said, pushing himself off the door with his shoulder and moved to me, behind me, as I watched him from the mirror.
His hands came out from behind his back and moved around me, holding something gold. My eyes turned to his fingers, where I could see a chain with a small lock on it, the key sticking out, just like the ones that Coop and Cowboy were wearing.
My eyes flashed up to the mirror, to look at the chain around Duke’s thick neck, and the two hanging keys on it as Duke’s big hands moved in front of my face, his arms over me resting on my shoulders as he held up the item in front of me.
“I think you deserve this.” He whispered, moving his goateed chin to my cheek to give me a peck. “I want you to be my boy now.”
He concentrated on the clasp, opening it, then holding it wide to drape across the front of my neck. I watched him in the mirror work the clasp behind me, and when he let go, he reached out in front and removed the key from the lock.
My fingers went to the gold, hanging just below my neckline, feeling the thickness of the chain as I watched Duke reach behind his own neck, remove his own chain, and then work the third key onto the chain before he put it back on around his thick neck.
“There. Now I’ve got all my boys keys.” He grinned at me.
“Why doesn’t Al wear one?” I asked, running my fingers along the thickness of the chain, noting how nice it looked around my neck, my eyes fixated on the lock.
Duke’s eyes peered at me in the mirror and put his big hands on my shoulders. “You’d have to ask him. But he’s still my boy too. And he knows it.” His voice was deep, gruff, and firm, which made me swallow suddenly as I stared back at him.
Duke’s hands started to massage my shoulders a bit as he stared at me, then he kissed the top of my wet head and breathed in deeply, his eyes softening. I could feel his bulge against my lower back given our height difference, poking into me.
“I wish you could stay longer.” He said softly, still looking at me, letting his hands now drift down my arms, around to my back, before he circled them around me and pulled me backwards gently into him and rested his chin on top of my head. “For good even. You are the cutest thing. I’d love to have you around to play with.”
His arms embraced me, his hands moving up his own arms trapping me between him. I reached up to hold his forearm around my neck and felt the warmth of him all around me, including his erection now hardening behind me. “Well, looks like you’ve got lots of boys to play with.”
He grinned at me and kissed my head again, moving his head beside mine, crouching down a bit to be level with me, still looking at me in the mirror in front of us. “I’d play with you the most.”
I scrunched my face at him. “I doubt it. I’m nothing special.”
He turned to me then, letting me go and facing me, putting a hand on the counter and keeping his eyes level with mine as we stood face to face, looking at each other rather than the mirror. “Don’t sell yourself short Brian. You are one cute little thing. Those eyes. This body. That fuckin’ ass that won’t quit!” He bit his lower lip and reached around to grab my butt through the towel and give it a hard squeeze. “You could call the shots. Have anyone you want.”
I shrugged. Like the little boy I was feeling like I was, not saying anything, avoiding his eyes.
“Al is lucky to have found you.” He said, lifting my chin back up with his hand. His thumb caressed my jaw as he stared at me. “But something tells me you already call the shots.”
I met his big round eyes, seeing that handsome side of him with the soft eyes and perfect smile. My eyes roamed down to the chain around his big neck now holding three keys. His shoulders seemed wider than ever before me, as my gaze took him in. His big arms, this thick, muscular upper body that was smooth underneath his blank tank. My eyes trailed along his massive arms, the fair blonde hairs glistening under the bathroom light, until I was looking down at his big legs and bare feet and I felt my own body responding.
“Tell me what you want. Take control.” He suddenly said quietly, his thumb and finger still caressing my chin lightly.
My eyes flicked back up to his and I hesitated for a moment.
“Just say it. Whatever you’re thinking.” His voice was barely a whisper, as if my own subconscious was talking.
“Kiss me.” I said quietly, and he grinned slightly before his face moved towards mine so slowly.
His lips parted and I felt his tongue slip inside me tentatively, teasing me, testing me. I groaned a bit and fed him my own as our kiss grew with intensity. My arms went around his neck as he moved in front of me. But he waited, breaking our kiss to look at me in the eyes.
“Tell me what else you want.” He whispered again.
“I want to suck your cock.” I said, trying to kiss him again.
But he pulled back. “No,” he started, his chin lowering against his own chest as he looked down at me. “Don’t tell me what you think I want, tell me what YOU want. What do YOU want Brian?”
I licked my lips and stared up at him. His eyes were wide, staring, waiting, that slight sexy grin making his goatee lopsided. What did I want? I wanted a lot of things.
“Pick me up and kiss me again.” I said shyly.
I heard his breath exhale, and he leaned forward to kiss me softly again, his lips brushing against mine, before his tongue pushed in again, and his body stood up taller, his hands sliding under my armpits and I was being lifted, easily off the bathroom floor.
My towel slipped off me as my legs wrapped around his giant body. He cradled me in his arms, never breaking the kiss, making low humming sounds as he enjoyed the moment along with me. I hugged him tight, practically eating his face, tasting his spit, getting lost in him.
I loved to kiss. And Duke was an amazing kisser.
“What else do you want?” He moaned in between crashing his lips over mine as I clung to him.
“Carry me to bed and admire my body.” I breathed out, hanging on to his neck, seeing his smile widen as his mouth opened again to take my tongue.
He carried me out of the bathroom, kicking the door wider as went by. I felt the sensation as we continued to make out, Duke carrying me down the hallway to the large bed. No one was in there. In fact, I had no idea where anyone else was.
Then I added: “Just you. No one else.”
Duke gave a low growl and as we entered the bedroom, he kicked the door closed. Holding me against his body with one arm, I saw him reach behind him to the bedroom door and turned the lock.
“Just me baby.” He growled again and brought me to the unmade bed, where he carefully, and gently laid me down on my back. “I get you all to myself. If that’s what you want.”
“That’s what I want. Just you. Daddy.” I kissed him again as he hovered over me before he pushed himself off the bed.
“Spread yourself out baby. Daddy’s going to enjoy this feast.” He stood up at the foot of the bed as I moved into the middle, naked, my cock already hard and erect, my body clean and suddenly tingling. I watched him pull his shirt up off his smooth upper body, the muscles of his bulky frame coming into my view. I slid upwards and put my shoulders to the headboard a bit to watch the show, grabbing my cock to play with as he grinned at me and shucked his shorts, his big fat cock springing out.
“Open those sexy legs my boy.” He growled again as he knelt down on the bed and crawled up towards me.
I laid back as his hands glided up my thighs and pushed my legs wide. His face went towards my cock so I let go, but his lips moved down, under me, to my squeaky-clean ass that Al had just washed clean with his fingers.
His tongue came out first, licking under my smooth nuts, before he circled my hole, pushing his nose into me, breathing his hot breath in between my legs. I grabbed the backs of my knees and pulled my legs back, giving him full access.
“Yeah baby. Spread that hole open for your Daddy.”
His goatee tickled me but I groaned instead of laughed. “Fuck Daddy.” I breathed out, before he moved his forehead down, then his shiny bald head in between my cheeks, rubbing his entire head into my hole as if he wanted to shove his entire skull in there and fuck me with his head.
I held my legs back as he feasted, licking and spitting, playing and fingering, rubbing and tasting, until he was tongue fucking me.
But he was far from done.
He flipped me over and massaged my entire back, grabbing my ass hungrily, then bathing my entire body with his tongue and lips. He started at my feet, rubbing them, sliding his hands upwards, kissing every inch of me, before he laid on me, using his entire body to cover mine, making me feel how heavy he was, how big he was, how hard he was.
He flipped me over again and attacked my front, kissing my shoulders and moving down, spending some time on my nipples, sucking them against my hard pecs as his hands roamed over me. He sucked my cock deep, enjoying it, looking up at me every time I made a sound. He put his fingers to my mouth as he sucked my cock down, me sucking his fingers into my throat simulating what he was doing.
He grinned, and groaned, and growled and grunted as he enjoyed every part of my body, until I was a shaking mess, writhing on the bed with each new lick and kiss, shifting uncontrollably as I got more and more turned on.
Finally, he moved his head between my legs again and teased my hole more, spitting into it, fingering it with two fingers, watching my eyes widen every time he went deeper, which only made him smile wider.
“Tell me what you want now baby.” He purred over me as he slowly fucked my hole with two fingers.
“I want you to fuck me.” I moaned out, my eyes trying to remain open to stare at him.
He just nodded, and pushed my legs open with his knees, still keeping his fingers in me as he lined himself up. “Like this? On your back?”
I nodded, reaching out to touch his big pecs. “Yes. I want to watch your face.”
He removed his fingers and added spit to the head of his cock as he held it so close to my gaping hole. “Good boy.” His eyes looked down as he guided the tip of his dick into my hole, then looked back up at me as he put his hands on my feet, holding them like my hands with his fingers in between my toes. He then pulled my legs wider, and began to push the first couple inches of his nine-inch beer can fat cock into me once again as he stared down at me.
I gasped at the pressure, breathed through the burn and the tenderness as he stared at me. “You my boy?” he grinned out at me as he slowly pushed himself into me.
I nodded. “Yes Daddy.”
I watched his chest heave as he bottomed out, his hips against mine in a satisfying grunt. He held himself there, flexing that big cock inside me, knocking on every side of my walls, my prostrate going nuts. I grabbed the sides of his legs and groaned out, feeling like this was the first time he was inside me again and dug my fingers into his skin.
“There you go boy. Daddy’s home.” He grinned at me as I tried my hardest to keep my eyes open and remain conscious.
“Holy fuck Daddy.” I breathed out, moving my hands over his stomach, up to his pecs as he leaned a bit over me, driving his cock into me deeper, making me gasp again as I shuddered.
His hips moved slightly, gyrating so slowly I felt like I would explode already. I felt so small under him, my hands moving along the sides of his body, amazed at how big he seemed, until my hand was at his neck and I was pulling him to my face.
He kissed me deep, wide mouthed, as his hips moved a bit faster, fucking his cock so deep into me that my body responded on its own. I was arching into him, curving upwards with every thrust, trying to take as much of him as I could, forgetting once again all about Al, and wanting to go home.
I was home. I felt like Duke could fuck me forever.
“Cum in me.” I begged as I pressed my body against his as we fucked for what seemed like forever. I don’t know how long I clawed at him, whimpered under him, pulled him into me deeper. We were both glistening by this point, but our connection never broke. He never stopped kissing me. He never slid out of me. I never took my hands off his huge body.
We just fucked, long and hard, until I was begging him to cum.
“You want Daddy’s load again? Before you go? Knowing you’ll be craving for more?” He was panting, almost breathless as he spoke into between shoving his tongue down my throat. I kept kissing him back when ever he stopped, hungrily attacking his lips as I rode his cock, clinging to him so fiercely that I could cum just from these movements.
He covered me with his body, sliding his arms under me, pulling me off the bed and into him as he humped my tinier body hard, without mercy. I was shaking already, feeling my cock grinding against him as he clutched me. I raked my fingers down and up his back as I felt the rising of my orgasm. My breath caught, my body shook, and I started to explode under him.
“Yeah baby, let Daddy’s cock fuck the cum right out of you.” He grunted as he fucked me harder, riding out my orgasm, never letting up. I was a shaking mess, ragged and convulsing as I clung to him, until his own breathing changed, and his voice grunted out in short quick huffs.
“You want it?” He asked, pinning me down into the mattress by the shoulders.
“YES!” I moaned out, grabbing his big ass and digging my fingers into his flesh.
“Want my load?” His eyes widened.
“YES!” I grunted out.
“Ready for Daddy’s cum?” He said through a sly smirk.
“FUCK YES!” I said, grabbing his wrists at my shoulders. “FUCK ME DADDY!”
“Fuck I am baby! Take it BOY!”
And he rammed his body into mine, shoving his cock so hard I felt like I was going to piss right there under him. The warmth of him flooded in me as he thrusted his load out of his body, depositing every last drop deep inside me, making sure I got every ounce of his fluid through grunt after grunt of his convulsing body. My own voice halted, making sounds with every push into me, until he collapsed on me, all 270 pounds of muscle of him.
He rolled over almost at once, afraid of smothering me, separating our bodies, leaving me wet and leaking between my freshly cleaned body, gasping for breath.
I stared up at the ceiling, feeling my heart rate returning to normal slowly, listening to his panting body beside mine.
“I’m going to miss you boy.” He said quietly when his breathing had calmed. “Truly.”
I turned sideways to see him already staring at me, one large hand laying on his chest.
“Unless you want to stay here. With us.” He added, his eyes looking at me.
I gave a sad smile. “I can’t.” I admitted honestly, although there was something about him that made me feel wanted. Safe, even though I knew he was an ex-con.
He closed his eyes and nodded slowly. “I understand.” He rolled his head sideways and stared up at the ceiling.
I did too, feeling his big hand suddenly land on my leg for a squeeze.
“Don’t let Al keep you all to himself. Find someone better. You deserve it.” He added quietly, making me turn back to look at him.
But he wasn’t looking at me. He was still staring at the ceiling, his hand moving in small circles on my leg, as if he was lost in thought.
“Promise me you won’t stay with Al.” He added even quieter. “He doesn’t deserve you.”
I swallowed, wondering why this big ex-con was suddenly so gentle and caring. And wondering what he meant.
“I won’t.” I said, putting my hand down to find his on my leg. He moved his hand, turning it over, to take mine in his grasp. And we laid there, side by side, naked, breathing softly in the room alone, until he rolled sideways, breaking our clasp and turned me over too to slide up behind me.
“And come back to see me soon. Whenever you want. You’re mine now.” He said softly into my ear, kissing my neck, sending shivers through me. With his arms around me he spooned my tinier body with his, draping his arm over me, holding me against him, my head settling into his shoulder, using his arm as a pillow, feeling his leg move over me, as if he was claiming me. And not letting me go.
We fell asleep like that, after the days I spent with him, and his two former jail buddies, and their cop friend and former guard, I must have been so exhausted I didn’t even hear him leave the bed.
I woke up alone, covered with a blanket, to see Al standing at the side of the bed.
“Wakey, wakey, my boy. Time to go home.” He smiled at me, kissing my forehead.
Duke wasn’t home. He said he needed to be somewhere. He wasn’t one for goodbyes apparently.
Coop kissed me deep, and professed he wished he could fuck me again, but Duke wouldn’t allow anyone else to use me before he left. Coop ran a finger over my new gold chain, and smiled at me.
“Come back anytime. Al will let me know if you cross the border again.” He said with a wink.
Cowboy gave me a giant hug and kiss too, but a bigger one to Al, pulling him aside, whispering to each other as they held one another. I almost felt a twinge of jealousy. But it was Duke I wanted to say goodbye to.
Duke didn’t appear before Al and I had to leave. We were off without a chance for me to say goodbye to the big John Wayne himself.
We drove towards the border in silence. I was getting what I wanted, to go home. But after Duke’s words, I was wondering what I was going home to. And what Al was really like, knowing what Duke had said about him.
Al’s hand landed on my thigh as we pulled off to the weigh station, just before the border, making sure I was still awake. I saw the weigh station operator giving a signal as Al steered the truck to the right, towards an inspection station.
I could see a cop car ahead, along with two big burly guys in Hi-Viz vests waiting for Al’s truck to pull up to the farthest spot, the one guy giving a wave with a big hand. I looked back to the cop, in his dark brown uniform, hat over his head, Ray Bans on hiding his eyes despite the lack of sun. But I noticed the silver stubble on his defined jaw, and immediately recognized him.
“Is that….?” I asked, suddenly turning to Al.
He turned to me as he slowed the truck down. “Bo wants to give you one last goodbye. And he brought a few friends.”
My heart suddenly thumped as the one guy in the reflective vest stepped up to the truck on Al’s side. Al was already rolling down the window when a hairy arm reached up to grab the mirror and his bearded face appeared in the window.
“Is this your new toy?” His voice didn’t match the look, but his eyes were looking over at me with a look of hunger.
Al turned back to me. “You got it. This is my boy Brian.”
I saw the leer spread across his brutish face, before I turned back to the front of the truck to see the cop taking off his sunglasses. And the same leer was on the face of Bo, the cop, who was standing there, looking up into the front window of the cab. At me.
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