Riley was already deep inside him when the phone rang. Again.
Angelo lay chest-down on the guest bed, blindfolded, the black jockstrap framing the heavy, smooth curve of his ass. Soft, high moans slipped from his mouth with every slow thrust. Riley’s thick cock dragged in and out of the tight, hairless hole in long, deliberate strokes, the wet sound of it quiet but unmistakable in the still room. The boy’s small body rocked obediently beneath him, completely open, completely trusting. Every time Riley bottomed out, the smaller frame shifted forward a little on the sheets, then pushed back again as if trying to keep him there.
Riley glanced at the screen, jaw tightening, and answered without pulling out. He pinned the phone between his ear and shoulder and kept moving, slower now, deeper, making sure the rhythm stayed controlled enough that his voice wouldn’t give him away.
“Hey, babe.”
“Hey.” Diego’s voice came through warm, a little tired, the low hum of the highway behind him. “I’m finally on the road. Miss you.”
Riley’s hips didn’t stop. The tight heat squeezed him with every stroke, soft and greedy. Angelo let out a soft, needy sound that Riley covered with a low, careful breath as he pushed in to the root again.
“Miss you too,” he said, voice steady. “How far out are you?”
“Couple of hours. Traffic’s light. I keep thinking about getting back to you.” Diego’s tone softened, turning playful in that familiar way. “Maybe we can actually have some proper playtime tonight. It’s been too long since I’ve had you to myself.”
Riley watched his thicker, hairier shaft disappear into the smooth brown hole again and again. The contrast made his stomach tighten. He pulled back until just the head stayed inside, then slid forward in one long stroke that made Angelo’s breath hitch.
He’s talking about fucking me while I’m still buried in his little cousin.
“Yeah,” Riley answered, thrusting a little deeper. “I’d like that.”
Angelo pushed back instinctively, taking him to the root with a shaky moan. Riley’s free hand settled on the boy’s narrow hip, steadying the much smaller body, thumb brushing over the smooth skin as he kept fucking him through the conversation.
“You sound a little distracted,” Diego said. “Everything okay?”
“Just finishing up Angelo’s session.” Riley kept his voice even even as the boy’s hole fluttered around him. “Routine check-in. Almost done.”
He changed the angle slightly, dragging the head of his cock over the spot that always made Angelo tremble. The boy’s small cock leaked steadily onto the sheets beneath him, a thin string of precum stretching and breaking with every thrust.
“Poor kid. You’re so good with him. I don’t know what we’d do without you handling all this.”
Riley drove in harder, the wet sound of it filling the quiet space between Diego’s words. He could feel the boy starting to shake under him, the tight heat clenching in little waves.
You have no idea how good I am with him.
“Just doing what the doctor asked,” Riley said. “He’s responding well.”
Diego chuckled softly. “I can’t wait to see you. I’ve been thinking about it the whole drive. Maybe I’ll even try to take more of you tonight. I miss feeling you like that.”
Riley’s cock throbbed hard inside the tighter, younger hole. He held still for a moment, buried completely, feeling the soft walls pulse around him, then started moving again in long, dirty strokes.
He still can’t take all of me. This one can.
“We’ll see,” he answered. “Drive safe.”
“I will. Love you. See you soon.”
“Love you too.”
Riley ended the call and let the phone drop onto the mattress. The second the line went dead he gripped both of Angelo’s hips and stopped being careful. He fucked him deeper, harder, the controlled rhythm gone. Angelo moaned louder, still pushing back to meet every thrust, the small body moving under the much larger one like it had been made for this. Riley watched the way the plump cheeks bounced with every impact, the way the tight pink rim stretched around his shaft, the way the boy’s back arched and then softened again.
Then the boy changed.
The tension in the small frame simply vanished. Angelo went completely limp beneath him, cheek pressed to the sheets, arms slack. The soft moans stopped. Only slow, even breathing remained.
Riley froze, still buried to the root.
“Angelo?”
No answer. He pulled back just enough to lean over and check the boy’s face. The eyes behind the blindfold were closed. When he shifted the small body it stayed heavy and unresponsive, head lolling when he moved it.
Narcolepsy. A real episode.
Riley stayed still for several long seconds, cock still hard and slick, resting against the open hole. The doctor’s words from the clinic returned with perfect clarity—continue the therapy even if he is asleep or unresponsive.
The justification was already waiting for him.
Riley’s hands settled on the small body again.
He’s completely out. I can do whatever I want with him.
He pulled out slowly, watching the hairless pink hole stay slightly open, soft and used, a little of the earlier precum glistening at the rim. Then he lifted the limp boy carefully, turning him so Angelo’s back rested against his own chest. The size difference felt almost unreal—the tiny brown body fit against him like it belonged there. Riley hooked both of the boy’s arms and locked them, holding the smaller frame open and helpless against his much larger one. Angelo’s head tipped back onto Riley’s shoulder, mouth slightly parted, soft breath brushing Riley’s neck.
Riley reached down, lined himself up, and pushed back inside in one long, smooth thrust. The angle was deeper like this. The limp body took every inch without the slightest resistance, the tight heat swallowing him until his hips were flush against the smooth ass.
Look at you. Locked against me and you don’t even know. So fucking tiny.
He started fucking him in steady, deep strokes, one arm still hooked around the boy’s arms to keep him in place. The smaller body moved only because Riley moved it. After a while his free hand slid upward, first resting over the smooth chest, feeling the slow heartbeat, then higher. His fingers settled lightly around the front of Angelo’s throat, not squeezing hard at first, just holding—feeling the slow pulse under the soft skin while he kept thrusting into the completely passive body.
The control of it settled over him like heat.
He adjusted his grip, both hands now framing the boy’s neck as he fucked him deeper. The small body stayed limp and open, head resting back against Riley’s shoulder, soft sleepy sounds slipping out with every thrust. Riley looked down over him and watched his thick cock stretch the tight brown hole while his hands stayed where they were, thumbs resting against the sides of the throat. He could feel every small swallow, every quiet breath.
I could do anything to you right now.
He took his time, holding the boy’s throat as he used him, the size difference making the whole position feel absolute. The wet sound of his cock moving in and out filled the room. Every time he bottomed out, the limp body jolted slightly in his arms. He reached for his phone with one hand, started recording, and angled it so the camera caught the way he held the sleeping boy open while fucking him, the way his hands looked around the smaller throat, the way the thick white shaft kept disappearing into the smooth brown body.
He stayed like that for a long time, fucking him slow and deep, hands never leaving the neck, until the urge for more finally pulled him forward.
He carefully laid Angelo down on his back and shifted him so the boy’s head hung slightly off the edge of the mattress. Gravity pulled the jaw slack. The soft mouth stayed open, lips parted, the blindfold still covering his eyes.
Riley stood, cock wet and heavy, and looked down at the sleeping face for a long moment.
I’ve wanted this mouth since the first day in the clinic.
He brushed the head across the open lips, smearing them with the mixture of precum and the boy’s own slick, then pushed slowly inside. The soft heat of the unconscious throat closed around him. Angelo made a wet, sleepy sound but didn’t wake. Riley filmed from above, watching his cock disappear between the parted lips again and again. He started with careful strokes, letting the boy’s throat adjust, then went deeper once he was sure there would be no sudden movement. One hand held the small head steady, fingers in the dark curly hair; the other kept the phone angled for a clear view of everything—the stretched lips, the way the throat bulged slightly when he pushed in, the spit that began to gather at the corners of the mouth.
Take it. That’s it. Sleep through it like a good boy.
He used the mouth thoroughly, slow and deep, pulling out only when he needed to let the boy breathe. Each time he pushed back in, soft, involuntary noises spilled out of Angelo—wet, helpless sounds that made Riley’s cock throb harder. Spit ran from the corner of the boy’s mouth and down his cheek, dripping onto the floor. Riley watched it all through the phone screen, recording every second, hips rolling in steady, possessive strokes. He held the small head in place and fucked the sleeping mouth until his own breathing turned rough, until the sight of it almost finished him too early.
Eventually he pulled free with a slick sound. A thin string of spit connected the head of his cock to the boy’s lower lip for a moment before it broke. He wiped the boy’s mouth gently with the edge of the sheet, then climbed onto the bed.
Riley lay on his back and lifted the completely limp body on top of him as if Angelo weighed nothing. The boy ended up straddling his hips, facing him, head lolling forward against Riley’s chest. Riley supported all of the smaller body’s weight with his hands under the thighs and on the narrow waist. His hands nearly spanned the entire width of it. The size difference had never felt more obvious—Angelo looked almost delicate perched there, completely dependent on Riley to hold him up.
He lowered the boy onto his cock in one smooth motion. The tight heat sank down until Angelo was fully seated, the small brown body resting against his much larger frame, hole stretched wide around the base of his shaft.
Riley looked up at the sleeping face and finally spoke out loud.
“There you go. All the way down. You don’t even know you’re sitting on it.”
He started lifting and lowering the light body, using him with complete control. Every stroke was deliberate. He raised the boy until just the head stayed inside, then dropped him back down in a slow, wet slide that took every inch. Angelo’s small cock rested soft against Riley’s stomach at first, then gradually began to firm up from the constant pressure against his prostate.
“That’s it,” Riley said, voice low and rough. “Take it while you sleep. Your little hole’s still so fucking tight. Diego’s never felt like this.”
He kept the rhythm steady, angling the boy’s hips so the head of his cock dragged over the sensitive spot inside on every stroke. Angelo’s soft cock hardened fully and started leaking against Riley’s stomach, leaving wet streaks across the freckled skin. Soft, broken, sleepy moans began slipping out of him again—helpless sounds he couldn’t control, rising every time Riley dropped him all the way down.
“You like that even when you’re out cold,” Riley murmured, lifting him higher and dropping him deeper. “Look at you leaking on me. You’re gonna cum on my cock and you won’t even know it happened.”
He worked him faster, using the small body with total ownership. The wet sound of the tight hole taking him over and over filled the room. Angelo’s sleepy moans grew higher, more frequent. His small cock twitched and leaked steadily between them, the head dragging against Riley’s stomach with every movement.
“Come on,” Riley said, voice rougher now. “Give it to me. Cum while you’re asleep on it. Let me feel it.”
A few more deep lifts and drops and Angelo’s body tightened hard. His small cock pulsed between them, shooting weak but clear ropes across Riley’s stomach and chest while soft, broken sounds spilled from his open mouth. The orgasm made his hole clamp down in rhythmic, milking spasms around Riley’s cock, squeezing and releasing in waves that pulled at him.
The sudden tight pressure dragged Riley straight over the edge.
“Fuck—take it—”
He slammed the boy down fully onto his cock and held him there as he started cumming in heavy, deep pulses. Thick ropes flooded into the still-clenching hole. Riley kept lifting and dropping the limp body through it, fucking his own load deeper while Angelo’s sleeping orgasm continued to milk him. Each spasm of the tight heat pulled another pulse out of him.
“That’s yours,” he said through clenched teeth, still moving him. “Every drop. Stay full of it. This is where it belongs.”
The second wave hit harder. Then a third. Riley kept the small body seated all the way down until the last pulses faded, breathing hard, hands still locked on the narrow waist, looking at the sleeping face above him. He stayed buried, feeling the occasional after-tremor in the hole around him, until his cock finally began to soften.
Eventually he lifted Angelo off him. Thick white cum immediately began leaking from the stretched hole, running down the smooth brown skin. Riley carefully laid the boy back down on his stomach, wiped him clean with a towel, and pressed the medical dilator back inside to plug everything. He removed the blindfold and jockstrap, dressed the boy in soft sleep clothes, and pulled the covers over him.
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Angelo finally began to stir nearly half an hour later, Riley was sitting on the edge of the bed, phone put away, expression calm and careful.
The boy blinked slowly, disoriented, voice soft and rough.
“Sir…? What… happened?”
“You had an episode,” Riley said quietly. “Mid-session. I finished the required work like the doctor said to. You’re okay. Just rest.”
Angelo’s voice was small and embarrassed. “I… sorry. Thank you for taking care of me.”
“It’s what I’m here for.”
Riley stood, adjusted the covers one last time, and left the room, closing the door quietly behind him.
His phone buzzed in his pocket a few minutes later.
Diego: About an hour out. Can’t wait to see you.
Riley stared at the message for a long second. Then he opened the new video.
He didn’t wait. He carried the phone with him down the hall, already watching the footage of the sleeping boy taking him, and stepped into the bathroom. The door locked behind him with a quiet click.
