After school Wayne and Eddie would hang out at the trailer park tables.
Little Eddie doing his homework, while Wayne has his coffee before he heads off to work.For Wayne, this is his favorite and most precious part of the day.
That hat collection in the trailer is 100% Wayne’s, and the mugs too. Some are merch from places or events he visited, and the rest of them are from Eddie who gives him a new mug every Father’s Day.
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Warnings: 18+ As always, MINORS DNI. RPF, SMUT. Oral sex (f/m receiving), throat fucking, manual sex, edging, ass slapping, a little anxiety, teasing, fluff, bad Buzz Lightyear joke.
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“Gotdamn!”
You rubbed Chris’ buzzcut head as you lay back on the bed and uttered a string of epithets as he ate you out.
Chris looked up at you from between your legs, his smooth face wet with your juices. He licked his cherry red lips and smirked at you.
“Now what is it you’re gonna call me again?”
His deep voice reverberated to your clit, making you whine and squirm, making him grab your thighs harder, his long fingers almost painfully making you still.
He’d given you a bit of reprieve from the orgasms, so you’d gotten your second wind and you felt braver.
“Johnny?”
His eyes darkened and Chris stood up, reaching into his grey sweatpants and bringing his cock out, a sight for sore eyes after a weekend away with the girls, your first one in over 18 months.
Your eyes scanned his whole body, he was hairless from his nose down to the bright pink tip of his dick. You had to admit, you liked this new look. You told him that it made him look like a kid and you’d started calling him The Human Torch after he sent you a selfie when you were still on the plane.
“You’re being very disrespectful, and all I wanna do is welcome you back, Angel.”
Chris continued stroking and reached over for your breasts, rubbing, then twisting your nipples alternatively. When you started moaning again, he started lightly slapping them, and the sensation made you want to reach for your clit.
“Hands off!”
You jumped as Chris grabbed your arm and dragged you to the edge of the bed so that your head was hanging off. He kept stroking right above you while he toyed with your nipples.
“Stop being disrespectful and suck my dick.”
You moaned as Chris slipped his fingers over your slick button and slipped his cock between your open lips.
“Shit, I love it from this angle. So good, Angel.”
You opened your eyes as he started thrusting into your throat, and you could see yourself underneath America’s Ass, sucking America’s dick from below in the mirror. It looked so good and you moaned around him. This time, it seemed that he was going to bring you to the promised land.
You let Chris fuck your throat and let the waves of pleasure take you to nirvana as all of the pent up tension and teasing led you to your orgasm quickly. You favored Chris with a long moan around his cock and he kept rubbing you as he uttered sweet words of praise.
“Thaaaat’s it. So fucking beautiful…”
He rescued you from falling on your head as you succumbed to the orgasm, shuddering and losing control of your body. You wound up back on the bed as Chris kept at your clit until your pulses slowed.
“So gorgeous when you cum with my dick in your mouth, so beautiful.”
He’d slipped out as you closed your eyes and floated down from heaven.
Chris leaned down and kissed you, and then pulled you by your legs down to the other edge of the bed.
“On your knees. My turn.”
“Yes, Sir, Mr. Storm, Sir.”
Chris growled and slapped your ass as he pulled your hips up, smacking your thighs apart.
“Funny girl.”
He smacked each cheek three times before he plunged inside you. Either he was bigger, or you were extra tight from the orgasms, because you felt every single millimeter of him.
“AwhhhhhhFaockkkkk!” Chris panted as he slid inside you. “So fucking tight! Damn girl, I missed my pussy.”
He pumped a few times and then stopped, making you mewl in frustration.
“What. The. Fuck. Is. My. Name?”
He pulled your arms behind your back and pinned them there with one hand punctuating each word with a thrust.
“D-D-Dadddyyyyy!”
“I’ll fucking take it!”
And he did, pumping you, as the tightness of you and the size of him made you feel lit up like a Christmas tree every time he stroked. You started cumming again.
“Nonononono….” you pleaded, afraid of the explosion.
“Yes! Fucking YESSSSSS!” Chris pulled you up by your hair and spoke in your ear. “You’re gonna cum all over my fucking cock got it?”
“Y-yesss Dadddyyy!”
You were crying like a baby, it felt so good. You screamed as your pussy convulsed and started milking his cock, your orgasm sharing your waves fo pleasure with him.
“Damn.”
“Shit!”
“Fuck.”
Chris pumped even harder and faster, and his hot seed spilled into you and out of you down your legs. He collapsed on top of you on the bed as he softened inside you. You welcomed his weight, really having missed him while you were in Atlanta with Kit. You wanted to see the twins too, but this time with Chris was golden. They could stay at Lisa's a little while longer.
Chris rolled off of you and you rested your head on your arm, smiling over at him. You reached over and felt his face.
“How long is this gonna last?”
Chris smiled, the little dimples in his cheeks visible now. Your stomach fluttered.
“Well, I have to go take some test shots tomorrow and then my beard can grow in until we start shooting in three weeks. Shaving everyday is gonna suck.” He looked over at you. “Why?”
Chris was afraid you didn’t like it. After all, you’d been together, fell pregnant, and been married for almost a year and a half and he’d had the beard.
You read the worry in his eyes.
“I like it. A lot.”
Chris relaxed and grinned at you.
“I’m going to stop calling you Johnny Storm.”
“THANK YOU!”
Chris was laughing with you as you climbed on top of him and started rubbing his head, breasts in his face.
“I’m just going to call you Buzz from now on.”
“Ummmhmmm. Well, this Buzz is not going to be rated PG-13, because I’m going to edge you for a light year.”
You laughed, your second favorite thing to do with Chris.
“You’re so fucking corny, Chris!”
“Finally!”
Chris was glad to hear his name on your lips.
“You love it, though.”
He started kissing down your body to your sloppy cunt, his favorite thing to eat.
