1. Ass Structure


    Date: 11/18/2017, Categories: Gay Male, Author: ClementVitis, Rating: 2, Source: LushStories

    got carried away by my own playful angels. When I spanked him he tried to get away. My hand firmly held onto his belt line, my stubby fingers felt the moisture and warmth of his ass crack as his cheeks heated with their beating. He was warming up to me more quickly than I thought he would. He has delayed in answering just to push my buttons, to test me, to see where my boundaries were. As he was allowed to do that growing up. It was turning him on, tuning him up, his cock was thickening in the front. For me, it was different, "Speak when spoken to." Yet it was more complicated, more like, "Speak only when spoken to, and even then be careful because if you don't have the right answer, you will get slapped. The only right answer was, "Take and eat, this is the body of your lord and savior Jesus Christ. Take and drink, the is the blood of. . ." I was taking and fucking. Like myself, this young blossoming cherry tree in my palms, my seed, was fucked if he did and fucked if he didn't. Because when I want to fuck with convention, or fuck a hot ass, I take control and I do it. I continue my relentless thrusting, probing, deep penetrating questioning. For once, I I have it my way, with me in control, with me in authority. The plump cheeks of my catch had never been touched this way before. He had never known the cruel greedy hand he represented to me. "So do you have an answer for me or not?" When he turned back to look me in the eyes his neck wrinkled. It wouldn't stay that way, it ...
    would return to softness and I would kiss it then sucking blood up from the thicker layers. The fear in his eyes shifted into a cry for help from the hands of his fictional oppressor. It was so easy to let go but I held onto him because his words had never been put into question when he grew up. He was encouraged, just like I told him it was okay to like this, to masturbate while I fucked him. He could reason with his parents and they wouldn't punish him for it. So I encouraged him to enjoy himself because his pink lips had never spit out the saliva of an unforgiving silence. His face was now stuffed with the thick long dick of having nothing to cry about. This perfect silence was satiated by a repetitive thrust to the back of his throat, my hands meshed into the thickets of his classy black hair. I tugged and plugged forcing things forward and backward without second guessing my intentions or effect. I had become the very monster I hated and yet it felt so good. This force, this power of questioning the unquestioned reversed and for once, asking questions wasn't considered talking back. Nobody was speaking coherently, just, "Ohhh, yah, fuck me harder," and, "Mhmmm, that feel good, harder you said? Harder?" See, I was asking, and he was answering. It was consensual. We were on equal terms now. "I don't know where you should put it." he appealed. He wanted me deep inside of him, he was toying with me more. He wanted my knowledgeable cock, a syringe of pure truth placed within ...
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