Calvin Clarington

"I will," Calvin grinned. He took the things he learnt about the people he played with seriously, and even more so when the person he was playing with was his nephew. He chuckled at Tristan's words, and pointedly reached out to grip Tristan's hard, leaking cock, and then licked his fingers clean of his nephew's precum.

Tristan watched as his uncle - his massive, gorgeous, sexy fucking uncle - reached out and gripped his cock, calling attention to how turned on he was. Even if he wanted to conceal his arousal at this point, it'd be futile. All bets were off, and somehow, in this room, just the two of them, Tristan felt perfectly safe to let loose and make his attraction to Calvin obvious - even if that placed him in a more submissive position underneath the Dominance his uncle so effortlessly radiated. His eyes wavered, watching Calvin slurp the pre-cum from his own cock off his digits; the view actually made Tristan audible moan. "Fuck..." He breathed.

Calvin had been paying attention when he'd called Tristan a good boy. He'd known there was a chance that might blow up in his face, since his nephew professed to be a dominant leaning Switch, but he was pleased to hear that Tristan was enjoying the attention.

Calvin chuckled deeply at Tristan's admitance, and he reached down to playfully ruffle his nephew's hair. "It'll be our secret," he grinned at Tristan, his dick still rock hard from the younger man's touches. He didn't hesitate to do as Tristan asked, and raised his legs onto Tristan's shoulders, and put his hands behind his head. "So not just an ass man, but a pit man too?" he teased, his dick resting against his stomach and dripping precum against it.

Tristan ducked his head, laughing. "Good. I expect you to keep it, Sir." He sucked on his own bottom lip as Calvin got himself into position, hiking those thick, muscled legs up onto his shoulders, settling his hands at the back of his head which simultaneously showed off those massive arms in all their glory. Tristan scoffed at the notion that he was also a pit-man; but the way his dick throbbed at the sight gave him away. "Not typically...but you seem to be very good at turning me on in atypical ways. Fucking a man two times my size in virtually all respects isn't my usual M.O. - ....but clearly, I'm enjoying this." He chuckled, nodding down at his leaking, hard cock.

"I will," Calvin grinned. He took the things he learnt about the people he played with seriously, and even more so when the person he was playing with was his nephew. He chuckled at Tristan's words, and pointedly reached out to grip Tristan's hard, leaking cock, and then licked his fingers clean of his nephew's precum.

Tristan worried his lips together, still slightly flushed from being so vulnerable and nodded curtly. "Noted, Uncle. Thank you." His eyes widened at the feeling of Calvin's cock throbbing against his ass, his eyes falling to Calvin's chest, complete with a set of massive pecs that flexed beneath his palms. A soft moan escaped his lips as he started to subtly grind his hips down and back against Calvin's cock, seeking some friction. He leaned down again, pressing open-mouthed, lingering kisses along Calvin's collarbone and up his neck, his fingers digging into the hard flesh of Calvin's physique. "Well...if you tell anyone this, I'll deny it - but...you might be the most impressive man I've ever encountered...and that's saying something, considered the reflection I'm afforded every time I look in the mirror." He chuckles, his voice breathy with need. He gave Calving a pleading look and sat up, then shifted backward, settling between Calvin's thick thighs, his cock hard as a rock. "...Put your legs over my shoulders and...hands behind your head, Uncle. I want a show while I fuck this hole." He said with a wolfish grin as he reached down and jerked his cock, coating it with his copious pre-cum before he pressed the thick head against Calvin's hole, buried between two massive, heavily muscled ass-cheeks, instantly moaning out with abandon when he encountered just how tight he was. "Mmm, fuck...sure you can handle me, Sir?"

Calvin chuckled deeply at Tristan's admitance, and he reached down to playfully ruffle his nephew's hair. "It'll be our secret," he grinned at Tristan, his dick still rock hard from the younger man's touches. He didn't hesitate to do as Tristan asked, and raised his legs onto Tristan's shoulders, and put his hands behind his head. "So not just an ass man, but a pit man too?" he teased, his dick resting against his stomach and dripping precum against it.

"Nothing little about me, Sir." Tristan clarified, though his smile never wavered. "Oh, I'm sure you could. Archer's not as buttoned-up as he wants everyone to think he is." He laughed, biting his bottom lip as he moved in closer, happier than he cared to admit as his uncle's thick, muscled arm wrapped around his shoulders. "But would you cum as hard, being fucked by him? Doubtful." Tristan said right before their lips met again, this time with renewed passion. The deep, gravely moans that vibrated into his mouth against his tongue as they made out had him harder than he could remember ever being. "I know I'm that good, Uncle. Let me show you..." Tristan begged between kissed, one hand running through Calvin's thick hair, the other gripping roughly at his pec. "Please..."

"I can see that," Calvin chuckled, though he was too polite to point out that he was the biggest out of the two of them. "He's really not, but I haven't had that fun yet. Just spanked him," he grinned, noting how Tristan moved in closer and bit his lip when his arm was wrapped around the younger guy. He moaned into the kisses, happily enjoying himself as his own hand roamed over Tristan's chest. Calvin grinned again as Tristan began to beg between kisses. "I've got one rule for you, Tristan," he murmured, pulling away just slightly, "you can fuck me, but every load you have tonight goes down my throat. Got it?"

"I've yet to have the privilege...but I'm working on getting the chance to enjoy his ass like you got to, Uncle. Maybe he'll be more amenable to the idea if you're in the mix." He mused before he kissed his uncle back sensually - kissing was a favorite of Tristan's, there was no denying it, and while his type was usually the petite and tossable, he couldn't deny how fucking hot it was to be melting under someone who was actually bigger than him in all respects. His mind was reeling as they made out, barely registering the rule until a moment after it was spoken, and it only made him harder. "I can absolutely comply with those terms, Sir...with one exception." He breathed, hovering centimeters from Calvin's lips - any part of my big load that you can't swallow, that drips down your chin...perhaps even onto your chest....I'm licking up for myself." He teased with a playful little wink.

"If he's serious about enjoying being submissive, maybe we could share him. Show him what good Doms can do for him," Calvin suggested, with a chuckle. He pulled Tristan a little closer, kissing his nephew again, before Tristan spoke. He groaned and laughed, before pulling Tristan in for another kiss, this time more forceful. He held his nephew in place easily, before laying down and gently pulling Tristan down on top of him. "Let's make one more rule. You only call me Sir in private if you need me to take the lead and treat you like a good boy, okay? Otherwise, its Uncle or Calvin," he smiled up at Tristan.

"Maybe." Tristan agreed. Now wasn't the time to fester on his worry for his mismarked brother. There'd be time for that - and now, it seemed that he and Calvin could potentially work together to help recitfy an otherwise hopeless situation, which was encouraging and...oddly, arousing. Calvin was proving to be ten million times the man his own father was, and he'd only known him a month. A werid, swelling feeling bubbled up in his gut - something that resemebled affection...and maybe that's what it was. Unable to decipher it completely, though - Tristan put all his unnamed feelings into a deep, sensual kiss, sucking on Calvin's tongue in the space between their lips, chasing after his sexy uncle's mouth as the colossal man sprawled out on the bed. He straddled Calvin, gripping his own cock and teasingly sliding the impossibly thick girth of his Uncle's between his own ass cheeks. "I like that rule. I...can't say I'll ever need to be treated like a good boy...but...perhaps, occasionally, I'll want to be." He said, blushing slightly. "...and only in present company, I think." He added in a flustered little whisper, averting Calvin's gaze in his embarrassment. Shaking his head he braced both hands on his uncle's broad, powerful chest and rocked his ass back against the man's dick. "...Yeah, there's no way in Hell I'd ever be able to take you, Uncle. How big are you, really? In inches."

Calvin smiled happily as he was spread out underneath his nephew. He loved being underneath a gorgeous man like this, and before he'd left home, he hadn't really done it much with his submissive. "The offer's there, buddy, if you ever need it. Or if you just want to experience it once before you claim," Calvin said softly, seeing Tristan's embarrassment, and not wanting to highlight it. He chuckled, as Tristan pressed against his dick. "You're not the first sub to say that. Even my boy said that, back at our institute," he smiled. "Well, I'd say I've got about two inches on you, and you're already really impressive."

"Nothing little about me, Sir." Tristan clarified, though his smile never wavered. "Oh, I'm sure you could. Archer's not as buttoned-up as he wants everyone to think he is." He laughed, biting his bottom lip as he moved in closer, happier than he cared to admit as his uncle's thick, muscled arm wrapped around his shoulders. "But would you cum as hard, being fucked by him? Doubtful." Tristan said right before their lips met again, this time with renewed passion. The deep, gravely moans that vibrated into his mouth against his tongue as they made out had him harder than he could remember ever being. "I know I'm that good, Uncle. Let me show you..." Tristan begged between kissed, one hand running through Calvin's thick hair, the other gripping roughly at his pec. "Please..."

"I can see that," Calvin chuckled, though he was too polite to point out that he was the biggest out of the two of them. "He's really not, but I haven't had that fun yet. Just spanked him," he grinned, noting how Tristan moved in closer and bit his lip when his arm was wrapped around the younger guy. He moaned into the kisses, happily enjoying himself as his own hand roamed over Tristan's chest. Calvin grinned again as Tristan began to beg between kisses. "I've got one rule for you, Tristan," he murmured, pulling away just slightly, "you can fuck me, but every load you have tonight goes down my throat. Got it?"

"I've yet to have the privilege...but I'm working on getting the chance to enjoy his ass like you got to, Uncle. Maybe he'll be more amenable to the idea if you're in the mix." He mused before he kissed his uncle back sensually - kissing was a favorite of Tristan's, there was no denying it, and while his type was usually the petite and tossable, he couldn't deny how fucking hot it was to be melting under someone who was actually bigger than him in all respects. His mind was reeling as they made out, barely registering the rule until a moment after it was spoken, and it only made him harder. "I can absolutely comply with those terms, Sir...with one exception." He breathed, hovering centimeters from Calvin's lips - any part of my big load that you can't swallow, that drips down your chin...perhaps even onto your chest....I'm licking up for myself." He teased with a playful little wink.

"If he's serious about enjoying being submissive, maybe we could share him. Show him what good Doms can do for him," Calvin suggested, with a chuckle. He pulled Tristan a little closer, kissing his nephew again, before Tristan spoke. He groaned and laughed, before pulling Tristan in for another kiss, this time more forceful. He held his nephew in place easily, before laying down and gently pulling Tristan down on top of him. "Let's make one more rule. You only call me Sir in private if you need me to take the lead and treat you like a good boy, okay? Otherwise, its Uncle or Calvin," he smiled up at Tristan.

"Nothing little about me, Sir." Tristan clarified, though his smile never wavered. "Oh, I'm sure you could. Archer's not as buttoned-up as he wants everyone to think he is." He laughed, biting his bottom lip as he moved in closer, happier than he cared to admit as his uncle's thick, muscled arm wrapped around his shoulders. "But would you cum as hard, being fucked by him? Doubtful." Tristan said right before their lips met again, this time with renewed passion. The deep, gravely moans that vibrated into his mouth against his tongue as they made out had him harder than he could remember ever being. "I know I'm that good, Uncle. Let me show you..." Tristan begged between kissed, one hand running through Calvin's thick hair, the other gripping roughly at his pec. "Please..."

"I can see that," Calvin chuckled, though he was too polite to point out that he was the biggest out of the two of them. "He's really not, but I haven't had that fun yet. Just spanked him," he grinned, noting how Tristan moved in closer and bit his lip when his arm was wrapped around the younger guy. He moaned into the kisses, happily enjoying himself as his own hand roamed over Tristan's chest. Calvin grinned again as Tristan began to beg between kisses. "I've got one rule for you, Tristan," he murmured, pulling away just slightly, "you can fuck me, but every load you have tonight goes down my throat. Got it?"

Calvin groaned just as loudly, not the type of man to hold back the sounds he made when he was getting laid. "I let my boy top a few times a year, but I enjoy it," he admitted, with a shrug. "You want that special treatment? I'd let all four of you boys have your fun with my hole, if it was what you wanted," he chuckled, as he began to fuck his nephew's fist. "That what you want, Tristan? Or do you want me to tell you what's happening?" he asked, toying with the concept of Tristan's switch mark.

"Mmm, you really are willing to do anything to get in our good graces, huh?" Tristan chuckled, burying his face between his uncle's perfect ass cheeks as he contemplated the implication behind his question. He was 99.9 percent positive he was a Dominant...but that .1% of uncertainty felt very loud at the moment, but was it loud enough to warrant handing over control, officially? "It's...definitely what I want." He agreed leaning back and kneading at Calvin's ass reverently with his palm. "But...let's just say I would be interested in doing what you wanted, even if it...diverges slightly from my own plan. I'd at least want to hear what you have in mind."

Calvin laughed softly, and nodded. "You're not wrong," he smiled, before groaning again as Tristan buried that face between his cheeks again. "Find me a man who wouldn't happily spread his legs when confronted with you, Archer, Hunter and Gunner," he grinned over his shoulder. He paused as Tristan admitted he wanted to hear what Calvin had in mind, and then gently moved forward and sat up. Smiling, he cupped Tristan's face, leaned in, and pressed a quick kiss to his nephew's lips, not caring at all where those lips had just been. "My plan is to tell you when and where I want your tongue, fingers, and your dick," he chuckled. "My plan is to see if you choke while trying to suck my cock. What's your plan?"

"Man, woman, anyone really; it'd be extremely difficult to find anyone not willing to spread themselves for a Clarington man - and you're obviously included in that, Uncle." Tristan said, smiling softly as he imparted the implication that he was truly starting to count Calvin as a member of his chosen family. He sat back, giving the gigantic man room to turn around and face him; which was enough to recompose himself into a stoic expression...that then just went and melted as Calvin cupped his face and brought him in for a kiss. He kissed him back of course, unaccustomed to having to preen up to kiss anyone - but he didn't hate it, at all. He let out a shaky breath as he listened to Calvin's game-plan, then tried to configure on of his own. "My plan...is to prove to you that while I might choke on your cock, I'm not going stop until it's cumming down my throat." Tristan replied cooly. "...and that will just be the first load. The second one will erupt all over this body..." Tristan moaned running his hands up and down Calvin's chest and abs, "...while you're on your back underneath me, taking my cock and cumming hands-free from the way I, and only I can fuck you." He smirked wolfishly and leaned up, kissing Calvin deeply, his tongue working between the man's lips with a deep, hungry moan.

"Aren't you a little sweetheart?" Calvin murmured, though he was smiling broadly at Tristan's implication that he was now part of the family the younger generation had put together here in Ohio. "Don't be so cocky, I'm sure I can convince Archer to fuck me just as well as you want to," Calvin teased, before he wrapped a muscular arm around Tristan and kissed his nephew back passionately, moaning into the kiss. "You really think you can fuck a load out of me, Tristan? You think you're that good?"

Calvin groaned just as loudly, not the type of man to hold back the sounds he made when he was getting laid. "I let my boy top a few times a year, but I enjoy it," he admitted, with a shrug. "You want that special treatment? I'd let all four of you boys have your fun with my hole, if it was what you wanted," he chuckled, as he began to fuck his nephew's fist. "That what you want, Tristan? Or do you want me to tell you what's happening?" he asked, toying with the concept of Tristan's switch mark.

"Mmm, you really are willing to do anything to get in our good graces, huh?" Tristan chuckled, burying his face between his uncle's perfect ass cheeks as he contemplated the implication behind his question. He was 99.9 percent positive he was a Dominant...but that .1% of uncertainty felt very loud at the moment, but was it loud enough to warrant handing over control, officially? "It's...definitely what I want." He agreed leaning back and kneading at Calvin's ass reverently with his palm. "But...let's just say I would be interested in doing what you wanted, even if it...diverges slightly from my own plan. I'd at least want to hear what you have in mind."

Calvin laughed softly, and nodded. "You're not wrong," he smiled, before groaning again as Tristan buried that face between his cheeks again. "Find me a man who wouldn't happily spread his legs when confronted with you, Archer, Hunter and Gunner," he grinned over his shoulder. He paused as Tristan admitted he wanted to hear what Calvin had in mind, and then gently moved forward and sat up. Smiling, he cupped Tristan's face, leaned in, and pressed a quick kiss to his nephew's lips, not caring at all where those lips had just been. "My plan is to tell you when and where I want your tongue, fingers, and your dick," he chuckled. "My plan is to see if you choke while trying to suck my cock. What's your plan?"

Tristan groaned loudly, though the sound was sufficiently muffled by the impressive mass of Calvin’s perfect ass; he knew he was making his uncle feel amazing, and that, in turn, made him feel amazing right back - the way the larger man’s cock drooled all over his hand as he pumped his cock served as a reminder of that, in case he needed it. “Yeah? I get the sense this hole isn’t fucked often - it’s so fucking tight…really gonna give your nephew special treatment, huh?” Tristan asked in a sweet, low voice as his free hand wandered up from Calvin’s ass, raking his nails over the man’s massive back, encouraging him to fuck his cock into his hand and push his ass even harder back against his tongue. “God, you’re so fucking sexy… Best ass I’ve ever seen, I swear…and this cock…even bigger than mine, and I didn’t think that was possible, he joked, nipping at Calvin’s ass-cheek again.

Calvin groaned just as loudly, not the type of man to hold back the sounds he made when he was getting laid. "I let my boy top a few times a year, but I enjoy it," he admitted, with a shrug. "You want that special treatment? I'd let all four of you boys have your fun with my hole, if it was what you wanted," he chuckled, as he began to fuck his nephew's fist. "That what you want, Tristan? Or do you want me to tell you what's happening?" he asked, toying with the concept of Tristan's switch mark.

Calvin was groaning loudly, he'd never been the kind of person to hold back when he was being pleasured. "Yeah? You think I deserve this every day?" he asked, with a deep chuckle. He wondered if Tristan was angling to be the one who got to do that, but he knew his nephew was aiming for the Dom mark when he claimed. "Fuck yeah, I want you eating my ass. Be a good boy for your uncle," he added with a teasing tone, as he reached down to stroke his wet cock.

Tristan couldn't deny how turned on this was making him. Every aspect of it - down to the booming, unrestrained moaning that rumbled from his uncle as he was serviced. "I think anyone in their right mind would agree with that assessment, Sir. You're...quite the specimen." Tristan admitted softly, not even fussing over being called a good boy - for whatever reason, coming from this man, it wasn't offensive. It was right. Calvin was the superior, more expereienced Dominaant at this junction, and for all his dismissal of Clarngton values, maybe the notion that superiors deserved respect stuck with him subconciously. "Happily, Sir." Tristan whispered as he leaned in, gripping Calvin's massive, muscled ass with two hands, kneading those cheeks and spreading them before he buried his face between them to get at the man's tight hole. Tristan groaned appreciatively as his tone worked over it, his cock throbbing as he released those cheeks to let them close around his face, flexing against him - practically suffocating him. "Fuck..." Tristan moaned and sucked a hot, open-mouthed kiss with plenty of tongue against Calvin's hole. "This is fucking heaven, Sir..."

"Right back at you," Calvin said in a groan. The entire family was incredibly good-looking, that was true. But having Tristan with him right now was a definite boost to Calvin's ego. He noticed, however, how Tristan didn't object to being called a good boy, and wondered if he could push that any further. He felt how Tristan spread his cheeks, and let them close against his face, and let out a deep chuckle. His nephew was definitely an ass man, and Calvin had no problem being on the receiving end of that, at all. "Keep that dick rock hard, Tristan. I see it start to flag, and I take away ass privleges," Calvin teased, as he reached down to stroke himself, as he enjoyed Tristan's attention.

Tristan moaned happily, content to live between those massive, muscled cheeks if he could. Unfortunately, oxygen was a necessity, so after a few moments of intense, relentless tongue action against Calvin's tight, perfect hole, he preened back, gasping for air, his cock so rigidly hard and throbbing that pre-cum started to glisten at the tip without any physical contact - an impressive feat to say the least. "As if my cock could be soft when I'm back here, worshipping this ass, Sir." Tristan growled, leaning in and playfully biting at the swell of Calvin's left cheek. "Mmm...and I'm not the only one this hard..." He grinned, reaching around with his free hand to grope at Calvin's cock as he simultaneously leaned in and began to eat his ass out all over again. "Fuck...work this ass against my face, Sir...want you to fucking ride my tongue."

"Fuck," Calvin groaned out as Tristan reached out and began to stroke his cock at the same time he was eating his ass. It was almost too much pleasure to deal with, but he managed to hold back and push against Tristan's face. "Fuck, Tr....Tristan," he moaned, his dick drooling precum over Tristan's fingers, "keep being so fucking good and I might let you fuck this hole too," Calvin admitted, as he panted heavily from the pleasure he was getting.

Calvin was groaning loudly, he'd never been the kind of person to hold back when he was being pleasured. "Yeah? You think I deserve this every day?" he asked, with a deep chuckle. He wondered if Tristan was angling to be the one who got to do that, but he knew his nephew was aiming for the Dom mark when he claimed. "Fuck yeah, I want you eating my ass. Be a good boy for your uncle," he added with a teasing tone, as he reached down to stroke his wet cock.

Tristan couldn't deny how turned on this was making him. Every aspect of it - down to the booming, unrestrained moaning that rumbled from his uncle as he was serviced. "I think anyone in their right mind would agree with that assessment, Sir. You're...quite the specimen." Tristan admitted softly, not even fussing over being called a good boy - for whatever reason, coming from this man, it wasn't offensive. It was right. Calvin was the superior, more expereienced Dominaant at this junction, and for all his dismissal of Clarngton values, maybe the notion that superiors deserved respect stuck with him subconciously. "Happily, Sir." Tristan whispered as he leaned in, gripping Calvin's massive, muscled ass with two hands, kneading those cheeks and spreading them before he buried his face between them to get at the man's tight hole. Tristan groaned appreciatively as his tone worked over it, his cock throbbing as he released those cheeks to let them close around his face, flexing against him - practically suffocating him. "Fuck..." Tristan moaned and sucked a hot, open-mouthed kiss with plenty of tongue against Calvin's hole. "This is fucking heaven, Sir..."

"Right back at you," Calvin said in a groan. The entire family was incredibly good-looking, that was true. But having Tristan with him right now was a definite boost to Calvin's ego. He noticed, however, how Tristan didn't object to being called a good boy, and wondered if he could push that any further. He felt how Tristan spread his cheeks, and let them close against his face, and let out a deep chuckle. His nephew was definitely an ass man, and Calvin had no problem being on the receiving end of that, at all. "Keep that dick rock hard, Tristan. I see it start to flag, and I take away ass privleges," Calvin teased, as he reached down to stroke himself, as he enjoyed Tristan's attention.

While Calvin had no mark-related issues around bottoming or having his hole played with, it had still been a while since his ass had gotten any real attention. His broad chest was rising up and down as Tristan finally pulled off of his dick, a strand of saliva connecting his nephew's lips with his cock.

Tristan grinned at his uncle's words, feeling a surge of pride and arousal knowing he's the one giving Calvin pleasure. "Glad I can make you feel so good, Uncle - it's a shame you aren't treated like this every damn day," he murmured, boldly pressing soft kisses along Calvin's inner thighs. He slid a third finger in alongside the others, scissoring them gently to stretch Calvin open further. Tristan's own dick was achingly hard, leaking pre-cum onto the sheets as he prepared his uncle's ass for...well, he didn't know what, yet - but as proud as he was of his ability to take Calvin's cock down his throat, he knew he wasn't going to manage the same feat with his ass - and someone was going to get fucked by the end of this session, he was sure. "Do you want me to eat your ass, Sir?" He finally asked in a sensual, deep voice. I've made plenty of men and women alike cum on my tongue, alone."

Calvin was groaning loudly, he'd never been the kind of person to hold back when he was being pleasured. "Yeah? You think I deserve this every day?" he asked, with a deep chuckle. He wondered if Tristan was angling to be the one who got to do that, but he knew his nephew was aiming for the Dom mark when he claimed. "Fuck yeah, I want you eating my ass. Be a good boy for your uncle," he added with a teasing tone, as he reached down to stroke his wet cock.

*And* medically trained as a EMS? Well, aren't you a very interesting boy.

58 (Tristan)

Tristan’s eyes watered as Calvin’s impossibly thick cock hit the back of his throat. He was dead-set on proving that he could take his uncle’s size; a few stray years here and there didn’t detract from that (he told himself) - they just proved that he was doing the damn thing, and Calvin’s deep, pleasured moans provided evidence of that too. He looked up at his uncle’s hulking frame as he reached under those heavy balls to press his finger against the man’s hole, which was hard to get to considering how heavy and muscled his ass cheeks were; but it was damn worth the effort. The feeling of Calvin’s hole flexing against his touch had him moaning, as he thought about burying his face between those cheeks - it’d be his own personal brand of heaven. Tristan was an ass man, after all…but that didn’t mean he didn’t appreciate a good pair of tits too; which he demonstrated by teaching up and groping appreciatively at his uncle’s pecs. With his other hand, he alternated between playing with Calvin’s hole and fondling those heavy balls. When given the chance for oxygen, he popped off Calvin’s thick head, panting. “You like that, uncle? You like having your cute little hole played with while you fuck my face?”he teased with a wolfish grin as his finger worked at his hole some more, this time lushing inside just a little bit. “Fuck, you’re tight…”

While Calvin had no mark-related issues around bottoming or having his hole played with, it had still been a while since his ass had gotten any real attention. His broad chest was rising up and down as Tristan finally pulled off of his dick, a strand of saliva connecting his nephew's lips with his cock.