Rhett ran his hand into Tommo’s hair with surprising gentleness and tilted his head back so they were looking each other in the eyes. Tommo’s lips were shiny and swollen, strings of spit and pre-cum still connecting them to the thick, throbbing cock that bobbed heavily in front of his face.
“Fuck, you are such a whore,” Rhett said, his voice low and steady. “A complete fag, aren’t you? Look at you… covered in spit and pre-cum, lips all puffy and red. Just absolutely worshipping this monster cock like it’s the only thing that matters.”
He gave his heavy dick a slow wave with his free hand, slapping it lightly against Tommo’s cheek.
Tommo nodded eagerly, eyes glassy with lust and hope. “Yes… I love your dick.”
Rhett tilted his head slightly, studying him. “What else do you love?”
“I love when you fuck me,” Tommo answered quickly, his voice breathy.
Rhett’s lips curved into a small, knowing smile. “Yeah, I know that. But that’s not what I meant.”
Tommo blinked, confused. “I… I don’t understand then.”
“Yes you do,” Rhett said calmly, almost gently. “Say it. Tell me.”
Tommo hesitated for only a second before the words tumbled out, soft and honest. “You. I love you.”
Rhett stared down at him for a long moment. Despite the harshness of the words that followed, his tone didn’t match them at all. It was calm. Almost warm. Like he was doing Tommo a favour by making him admit it out loud.
“That’s what I thought,” Rhett murmured. “Such a little fag… slobbering all over my dick, trying so hard to earn my love.”
Tommo’s heart clenched at the words, but the way Rhett said them felt strangely tender. There was no sharp cruelty in his voice today. No disgust. Just a quiet satisfaction.
The way Rhett looked at him after the confession was even stranger. It wasn’t the usual cold contempt that had become so familiar lately. Instead, there was something else in his eyes. Appreciation? Pride? Or was it a flicker of something deeper? Tommo couldn’t quite tell, but it made his chest feel tight with dangerous hope.
“Come on, boy. Stand up.”
Tommo rose on shaky legs. Rhett stood too, towering over him. For one breathless moment, Tommo thought Rhett was actually going to kiss him. He leaned in close, their faces inches apart… but instead, Rhett placed a firm hand on Tommo’s shoulder and turned him around.
He pushed Tommo down onto the large sofa so that he was kneeling on the cushions, chest resting against the backrest, ass pushed out invitingly behind him.
“Fuck yes,” Rhett growled, his voice dropping lower as he admired the view. “Look at that ass.”
He brought his big hand down in a firm slap, the sharp sound echoing through the living room as Tommo’s cheek jiggled under the impact.
“Push it out for me Tommo. Show it off.”
Tommo didn’t hesitate. He arched his back deeply and pushed his ass back, wiggling it slowly from side to side in the most seductive way he could manage. Today there was no doubt, no shame-filled hesitation. He wanted this. He wanted it bad.
He wanted his best friend’s thick cock inside him again. He wanted to be stretched open, filled completely, slammed into over and over until Rhett bred him deep.
Rhett stood behind him, breathing heavier now. He reached forward and hooked his fingers into the waistband of Tommo’s gym shorts, slowly sliding them down just far enough to expose the smooth, round cheeks and the slutty jockstrap framing them perfectly.
Rhett knelt down behind Tommo, his big hands resting on the smaller boy’s hips as he took in the view. He let out a low whistle of appreciation.
“Fuck… look at you,” he murmured, voice thick with hunger. “Wearing this slutty little jockstrap just for me. You know exactly what I like, don’t you?”
Tommo stayed perfectly still on his knees, chest pressed to the back of the sofa, ass pushed out invitingly. He felt exposed but strangely safe in this moment. Rhett’s tone was different today less mean, more openly greedy.
Rhett ran his palms over the smooth, round cheeks, squeezing the firm flesh appreciatively. “This ass… Jesus Christ. Two perfect bubbles. So smooth and round and pert.” He spread Tommo’s cheeks wide with both hands, exposing the tight, hairless pink ring nestled between them. “And this little pussy… fuck, I love this hole. It’s all mine now.”
Tommo’s breath hitched. He could feel Rhett’s hot gaze burning into him. For the first time in weeks, he didn’t feel ashamed. He felt wanted. Desired. He relaxed his hole deliberately, showing off the control he had developed over the past months. The pink ring fluttered and then opened slightly, forming a small, inviting “O”.
Rhett moaned deeply at the sight. “Fuuuck, that’s it. Look at that greedy little cunt winking at me. You’re getting so good at that.”
As Rhett continued to stare, Tommo’s body responded instinctively. That familiar sweet sensation began deep inside him. His hole started to produce the slick, honeyed secretion that Rhett had become completely addicted to back in the basement that first night. The more Rhett spread him open and breathed hotly against his skin, the wetter he became. A thin, glossy sheen of sweet slick began to coat his pink rim, making it glisten under the living room light.
Rhett noticed immediately. His eyes darkened with raw hunger.
“Fuck… there it is,” he growled, voice rough with satisfaction. “That sweet honey is already leaking out of you. Your pussy knows exactly who it belongs to.”
He rubbed Tommo’s cheeks and upper thighs with both hands, almost reverently, thumbs brushing close to the now-glistening hole. “Such a pretty pussy. Getting all wet and sweet for me already.”
Tommo let out a soft, needy sound. “You really like it?” he asked quietly, voice laced with genuine hope.
“I fucking love it,” Rhett answered without hesitation. “Best hole I’ve ever had. Now hold still… I need to taste my pussy.”
Rhett leaned in and buried his face between Tommo’s cheeks with zero hesitation. His tongue dragged hot and broad from Tommo’s taint all the way up over the fluttering, slick hole in one long, hungry lick. The sweet, honeyed taste exploded across his tongue, making him groan loudly into Tommo’s ass.
“Mmm… fuck, you taste even sweeter today,” Rhett moaned, lapping eagerly at the leaking rim. “That honey slick is pouring out of you. Such a good little pussy.”
Tommo whimpered, pushing his ass back instinctively. “Oh my god… Rhett…”
Rhett made out with Tommo’s hole like it was a mouth kissing, sucking, and licking with loud, wet, obscene sounds. His tongue flicked and swirled, pushing deeper every few seconds to chase more of that sweet secretion. He kissed the sensitive skin around the rim, then sucked gently on the puffy ring itself, pulling it into his mouth and drinking down the slick that kept leaking steadily.
Tommo moaned louder, gripping the back of the sofa tightly. “That feels so good… don’t stop. Please, Rhett… your tongue feels amazing. I love when you eat me like this.”
Rhett pulled back just enough to speak, his lips shiny and coated with Tommo’s sweet slick. “You like when I eat your cunt, baby?” He flicked his tongue over Tommo’s balls through the jockstrap pouch, then boldly pushed his tongue inside the fabric, licking at the sensitive skin behind them. “You’re getting so fucking wet for me.”
Tommo’s voice came out higher, more open than usual. “Yes… fuck, yes I do. I love it when you worship my hole. It makes me feel so good… and I love how much you like my taste.”
Rhett growled in approval and dove back in even more enthusiastically. He kissed Tommo’s hole messily, sucking on it with wet pops while his hands kneaded the plump cheeks. “This is my pussy,” he mumbled between licks. “My sweet little fag cunt. Gonna make it drip even more for me.”
Tommo whimpered happily. “It’s yours… all yours. Keep licking me. I want you to taste how much I want you.”
After several long, filthy minutes of Rhett making out with his hole and taint greedily drinking down every drop of that sweet honeyed slick Rhett finally pulled back, breathing hard, his face wet and flushed.
He kissed his way slowly up Tommo’s spine, pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses along his back. When he reached Tommo’s neck, he nuzzled in, letting his full weight settle heavily against the smaller boy.
Tommo could feel Rhett’s hard cock, still trapped in his shorts, grinding firmly between his cheeks. Rhett rolled his hips slowly, letting the thick bulge drag along the slick cleft of Tommo’s ass while he kissed and gently bit at the side of his neck.
“That’s my good boy,” Rhett whispered hotly against his ear, voice rough with lust. “Such a perfect little hole for me.”
It crossed Tommo’s mind to try and turn around and kiss Rhett right then. He wanted it so badly, just one real kiss to match the strange softness of the afternoon. But he thought better of it. He stayed exactly where he was, chest pressed to the back of the sofa, ass presented like an offering.
Still, this moment felt closer to what he had always secretly wanted their interactions to be. There was hunger, yes, but also something warmer. In that moment, Tommo had never been more completely under Rhett’s thumb. If Rhett had asked anything of him, anything at all, he would have done it without question. Fortunately, all Rhett wanted right now was to bury his aching cock in Tommo’s hungry hole.
Rhett pulled back slightly and walked over to the corner of the room where he had dumped his gym bag. He returned with a small, clear bottle of lube in his hand.
“I bought this for you, girl,” he said, holding it up with a smirk. “Thought it would be smoother than the oil we’ve been using.”
He stepped around to the front of the sofa, standing right in front of Tommo’s face. With one hand he pushed his shorts down again, letting his huge, hard, dripping cock spring free. It was flushed dark and angry, the fat head glistening with pre-cum. Rhett slapped the heavy length against Tommo’s cheek a couple of times, leaving wet streaks across his skin.
“Kiss it,” he ordered.
Tommo leaned forward obediently and pressed soft, reverent kisses along the thick shaft, then planted one right on the leaking tip. “Good girl,” Rhett praised, voice low and rough. He wiggled his hips, making his cock slap gently against Tommo’s lips again. “Now I’m gonna give that pretty pussy exactly what it’s been craving.”
Tommo whimpered softly, eyes fixed on the massive cock in front of him.
Rhett moved back around the couch and positioned himself behind Tommo once more. He popped the cap on the new lube and poured a generous amount over his thick shaft, stroking himself slowly until every veined inch was slick and shiny. He then squeezed more directly onto Tommo’s exposed hole, watching the cool liquid mix with the sweet, honeyed slick already leaking from the fluttering pink ring.
He teased Tommo mercilessly. The fat head of his cock slapped against the wet hole with wet, heavy sounds, then pressed forward just enough to kiss the rim before pulling away again. Tommo whined and pushed his ass back desperately, trying to chase the thick cock he needed so badly.
Rhett chuckled darkly. “Beg for it.”
And Tommo did. He begged like his life depended on it, because in that moment, it really felt like it did.
“Please, Rhett… please fuck me,” he gasped, voice trembling with need. “I need your cock so bad. Please put it in me. I’ve been so good for you today. Please… I need you inside my hole.”
Rhett groaned in satisfaction but still didn’t move. “No, you can do better, call it what it is”
“My pussy,” Tommo moaned shamelessly, pushing his ass back again. “Please fuck my pussy, Rhett. I need you to stretch me. Please… I’m so empty without your big cock.”
That was what Rhett had been waiting for.
He gripped Tommo’s hips firmly and began to slowly sink in. The thick, lubed head breached the tight ring, forcing Tommo’s eyes to roll back in his head from the deep, overwhelming stretch and satisfaction. Inch after thick inch slid into him, spreading him open wide until Rhett was buried to the hilt, heavy balls pressed snugly against Tommo’s ass.
Tommo let out a long, broken moan, his whole body shuddering at the feeling of being so completely filled.
“Fuck…” Rhett growled, voice strained with pleasure as he bottomed out. “So fucking tight…like a fucking vacuum sucking me in.”
Rhett moved into a steady rhythm. He started slow and deep, giving Tommo plenty of time to adjust to the thick intrusion stretching him open. Each long, deliberate stroke dragged almost all the way out until just the fat head remained inside, then sank back in smoothly to the hilt. The new lube made everything feel slicker and smoother than ever, allowing Rhett to glide in and out with ease.
“That’s it,” Rhett encouraged, his voice rough but surprisingly warm. “Push back on my cock. Show me how much you want it. Work that pretty pussy for me.”
Tommo moaned loudly and obeyed without hesitation. He actively rolled his hips, pushing his ass back to meet every thrust. He worked his hole with practiced skill, tightening around Rhett’s thick shaft on the outstroke and relaxing to welcome him deeper on the way in. Small, needy circles of his hips made Rhett’s cock rub against different angles inside him.
“I love this,” Tommo gasped, voice trembling with pleasure. “I love your cock inside me. It feels so fucking good…”
“Yeah?” Rhett asked, breathing heavier now. He tightened his grip on Tommo’s hips. “You like the way I’m fucking your pussy? Tell me how it feels.”
“I love it,” Tommo whimpered, eyes half-lidded. “I love when you fuck me deep like this. My pussy feels so full… so stretched. Don’t stop, please.”
This was easily their best fuck yet. For the first time, both boys were fully giving themselves to the moment. They were no longer just using and being used. They were moving together in sync, each trying to make the other feel good. Tommo used every bit of control he had learned over the past weeks, rhythmically tightening and relaxing his hole, squeezing and massaging Rhett’s cock on every withdrawal while opening up sweetly on every thrust.
Rhett groaned deeply at the sensation. “Fuck, that feels incredible. Keep doing that with your pussy. Milk me just like that.”
Tommo quickly turned to jelly. The overwhelming pleasure radiating from his hole made his entire body tingle and pulse with electric sensations. His thighs trembled violently and his arms struggled to hold his weight. He kept slumping forward helplessly into the back of the sofa as waves of pleasure rolled through him.
Rhett chuckled breathlessly and tightened his strong hands on Tommo’s hips, pulling him back firmly every time he started to collapse. “Come on, baby. Stay up for me. I want to feel all of you while I fuck this tight little cunt.”
Tommo tried his best, but the relentless, deep strokes were turning his muscles to liquid. Every time Rhett bottomed out, the fat head of his cock pressed hard against his prostate, sending sparks shooting up his spine and making his untouched dick leak steadily into the pouch of his jockstrap.
“Rhett… it’s too much,” Tommo moaned, voice cracking. “It feels so good I can’t… I can’t stay up.”
“I’ve got you,” Rhett reassured him, voice low and steady. He kept a firm grip, guiding Tommo’s body back onto his cock with every thrust. “Just focus on squeezing that pussy around me. You’re doing so well.”
The wet, rhythmic sound of skin slapping against skin filled the living room, mixed with Tommo’s broken moans and Rhett’s deep grunts of pleasure. For the first time, their fucking felt mutual, almost intimate. Tommo was lost in the sensation, completely surrendered, while Rhett seemed to be enjoying not just the tightness, but the way Tommo was actively trying to please him.
At first, Rhett stayed standing behind him, gripping Tommo’s hips firmly as he pulled the smaller boy back onto his thick cock with every powerful thrust. The angle allowed him to drive in deep, his heavy balls slapping against Tommo’s ass with every stroke.
Then Rhett leaned forward, pressing his broad, muscular chest and stomach flush against Tommo’s back. The sudden increase in skin-to-skin contact was overwhelming. Tommo could feel the heat of Rhett’s sweat-slicked body, the hard ridges of his abs, and the solid weight of his pecs pinning him down. Rhett shortened his strokes but dramatically increased the speed, hammering short, rapid thrusts directly against Tommo’s prostate over and over again in a relentless rhythm.
Tommo was utterly gone. His mind went completely blank, overwhelmed by the constant, intense stimulation lighting up every nerve in his body. He could no longer form proper words. All that escaped his lips were broken, helpless moans and whimpers. His eyes fluttered shut as wave after wave of sharp, electric pleasure crashed through him.
“Rhett… ah… fuck…” was all he could manage, his voice high and trembling.
Rhett kept one strong arm wrapped securely under Tommo’s stomach, holding him up so he wouldn’t collapse completely into the sofa. With his free hand, he brushed Tommo’s damp hair aside and began kissing along his back and the sensitive side of his neck. His lips were hot and wet as he whispered filthy, affectionate words against Tommo’s ear.
“You feel so fucking good,” Rhett murmured, voice thick with lust. “Such a perfect hole for me. You’re taking my cock so well, baby. So tight and warm.”
Tommo whimpered at the praise, his hole fluttering wildly around the thick shaft pounding into him. The new angle was devastating. Every short, fast thrust rubbed relentlessly over his prostate, sending sparks shooting through his entire body. His untouched cock leaked steadily into the pouch of his jockstrap, twitching with every brutal press against that sensitive spot.
The pleasure built higher and higher, impossibly intense. Tommo’s legs shook violently and his arms gave out, leaving him completely supported by Rhett’s strong arm around his waist.
“I can’t… I can’t…” Tommo gasped, tears of overwhelming pleasure gathering in the corners of his eyes.
The constant, rapid stimulation against his prostate finally pushed him over the edge. A powerful, shuddering hands-free orgasm ripped through him for the very first time in his life. His untouched cock pulsed hard inside the jockstrap as he came, shooting thick ropes of cum into the fabric without a single touch. His hole clenched down violently around Rhett’s thick shaft, spasming and milking him with rhythmic contractions. His legs shook uncontrollably and a long, broken, high-pitched cry tore from his throat.
Rhett’s eyes widened in genuine shock. “My god… did you just cum just from my dick?” He groaned loudly as he felt Tommo’s hole squeezing him like a vice. “That’s fucking amazing. Oh Jesus… your hole just got so tight. Fuck, I’m gonna cum!”
Tommo’s clenching pussy seemed to suck the load straight out of Rhett’s balls. With a deep, guttural groan that vibrated against Tommo’s neck, Rhett exploded deep inside him. Thick, hot ropes of cum flooded Tommo’s guts in powerful, endless pulses. Rhett ground himself as deep as possible, hips jerking through every spurt as he filled Tommo to the brim.
When the last powerful shudder finally passed, Rhett collapsed forward onto the sofa, pulling Tommo down with him. He kept his thick cock buried deep inside Tommo as they lay on their sides, bodies pressed tightly together in an almost tender cuddle. Rhett’s broad chest was glued to Tommo’s back, one heavy arm draped possessively over the smaller boy’s waist, holding him close.
“Fuck… that was intense,” Rhett panted, still trying to catch his breath. His voice was rough but warm against the back of Tommo’s neck. “I can’t believe I just fucked the cum out of you. Hands-free. Like a real girl.”
He let out a low, satisfied chuckle and nuzzled his face into Tommo’s damp hair, pressing a surprisingly gentle kiss just behind his ear.
“Your pussy milked me so fucking hard at the end. The second you started cumming, it squeezed me like it was trying to pull every drop out of my balls.” Rhett’s hand slowly stroked up and down Tommo’s side in soothing circles. “I’ve never felt anything like that. You came just from my dick, baby. No hands, no touching… nothing. Just my cock pounding your prostate and you lost it.”
Tommo could barely think straight. His body was still trembling with strong aftershocks. Little pulses of pleasure continued to ripple through him as Rhett’s cock twitched occasionally inside his cum-filled hole. His mind floated in a warm, blissful haze, and for the first time in months, he felt truly, deeply happy.
He smiled softly, completely content in Rhett’s arms, even as warm cum slowly leaked out around the thick cock still nestled deep inside him.
Rhett continued talking, his tone a strange but genuine mix of pride and tenderness. “I made you cum like a girl. That’s fucking amazing. Most guys can’t even do that with their hands, and I did it just by fucking you right.” He kissed Tommo’s shoulder again, then gently squeezed his waist. “You were shaking so hard. Your legs, your hole… everything. I could feel how intense it was for you.”
Tommo let out a small, shy laugh, still breathless. “It felt… unreal. I didn’t even know I could do that.”
“You couldn’t,” Rhett said with clear satisfaction, his voice low and intimate. “Not until I trained this pussy properly. That’s all me, baby. I turned you into a proper little cumslut who can get off just from getting fucked.”
He shifted slightly, careful not to pull out, and wrapped his arm a little tighter around Tommo, pulling him even closer against his chest. For a few quiet moments, the only sounds were their slowing breaths and the faint wet sound of cum still leaking around Rhett’s softening cock.
Tommo closed his eyes, basking in the rare closeness. Even if Rhett was bragging, there was a softness in his voice and touch that made Tommo’s heart feel full. In that moment, lying there leaking and spent in Rhett’s arms, he allowed himself to believe that maybe, just maybe, things between them were finally changing for the better.
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