Just thinking about Robby being sleazy and into the fact that Dennis is so much younger than him rather than remorseful about it.
Cocky, arrogant Robby stretching Dennis open with his large, worn hands whispering in the boy’s ear how tight he is, how he better make Robby feel good, better put all that youth to work. Prove he’s worthy of a man like Robby’s time.
He pushes a tired Whitaker to his knees in the middle of his kitchen after the resident comes home from a long shift. Takes his cock out. “Night’s not over yet, baby. You don’t want me to go to bed hard, do you? You’re young, you can go a little longer.”
The way Robby would man handle Dennis, dragging him around by the neck as they grocery shop, do yard work, clean up the house, go to farmers markets, etc., like he’s some kid that he’s hauling around, showing the “proper” way to do things.
The way he’d sit on a lawn chair in worn blue jeans, shirtless, hairy chest and belly out, bottle of beer in hand as he lazed back and watched Whitaker do all the yard work. He’d make Dennis do it shirt less. Yelling comments out here and there correcting his form and technique. He’d pull Dennis into his lap afterwards, handsy as hell, hand slipping down the boy’s back and into his underwear, fingers probing for his hole as Dennis squirmed on his lap. “Fuck, your skin is so smooth, kid. Out there teasing me like that, want this old man to see how young you are, don’t you? Showing off like that. Didn’t your Dad teach you not to be such a little slut? You want me to be your Daddy, that it Whitaker? Speak, son, I’m asking you a question.”
But Dennis can’t hardly speak bcuz Robby’s shoving half-dry fingers into his hole, slick only from the sweat they’d glazed off his own back on their way down. All he can do is let his head fall into the crook of Robby’s neck and choke on a whine.
Robby grabbing an oblivious Dennis by the arm when he arrives home just 10 minutes late and hauling him into their bedroom, folding him over his knees and yanking the kid’s pants down. Dennis’ face flushed red as he scrambles to try to pull his pants back up, embarrassed. But Robby lands a hard smack on his bottom, callused palms from years of work landing hard as he teaches Dennis a lesson for being late, how kids these days don’t respect time and don’t take responsibility. But it’s alright, that’s what men like Robby are here for, to lead the next generation. And he spanks Dennis red until he lubes up his fingers, slipping them in a little further with each spank…
Robby, smug, as Dennis crawls up the bed, doe eyes hungry and pathetic as he begs to suck Robby’s big, heavy, fat cock. Whitaker crawling up further, resting his cheek on Robby’s belly, biting his lip and nearly whimpering as the man’s grizzled hair rubs against his cheek. Please, please, please he begs, tho mouthing at the older man’s round belly.
Robby has the resident wrapped around his finger. The kid is obsessed with him, always eager to please, always willing to obey no matter how tired he is. And Robby loves it. Loves how easy Dennis is in every way. The kid is in his mid-20’s. Anyone close to Robby’s age wouldn’t put up with or do even half the shit Robby asks and does to Dennis.
Wolfishly, Robby scruffs the back of Dennis’ neck to get him to stop squirming on his belly. Dennis goes still like a pup. “Get to it then, kid. It’s not going to suck itself.”
(And the fact that Robby would go to war for this kid, has been paying off his school debt, pays all his bills, always makes sure he eats and has a full belly and the comfiest bed to sleep in and fills up the kid’s gas tank every time, and strokes his hair until he falls asleep, and works shampoo into his hair when the kid’s too tired to function etc etc etc is a given, duh)