#lesinsxtiables

Jack walked the auction line and sipped his coffee. He was one of the youngest farmers in agricultural zone 49. The men who walked near him seemed more drawn to the young females. However, since Jack wasn’t yet inclined to breed a little heifer, he was intrigued by the handsome males, ones that could actually be useful. Of course, useful in addition to riding his cock when and as he wished. A proper submissive. He touched a hand to one male but the touch revealed bad teeth and a snappish disposition. He walked until he stopped in front of a handsome, well-built male. Not too young but not old either. Jack stretched out a hand to touch his cheek, running his thumb over the male’s lips.

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“Well holy fuck- is that you Coach Dinsmore? Fred I mean? Don’t tell me you had to duck out for a beer too?” Harvey asked, approaching the man in the bar. “I should be the one buying you the drink for helping to get me through high school,” he said warmly as he approached the stranger who he thought was an old friend also needing some booze to get through the high school reunion.

Scott’s nostrils flared at the other. He wasn’t used to have people come at him as strongly as the other did, let alone disobey a direct command. As his eyes narrowed, he gave a killer glare to the other, a threatening smile appearing over his lips. “I just so happen to know a good way for that too”. A strong arm went behind the Cop’s head, pulling him down at the same time that his foot pulled the back of his knee, falling him to his knees. Still grabbing the other’s hair, Scott pushed his hips forward, his pants’ groin pressed tightly against the cops’ face. “Is that what you had in mind, Officer?”.

With all honesty, the fireman hadn’t even thought about the Sheriff. It wasn’t that he didn’t care, just— Flynn was too much of a temptation. His tongue ran over his lips as the blond opened those couple buttons off his issued shirt, the blue parting to reveal the slightest dusting of chest hair. “What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him, right?” Skyler stood, shutting the blinders to his office, walking over to sit on his desk to face the other. His hand went inside the deputy’s shirt, caressing his chest and squeezing the muscle underneath. “Or you could suggest him to join next time”.

He didn’t even take a moment to respond. At least not verbally. The flavour of Mark’s cleft was intoxicating. Both palms caressed the bared skin of the round buttocks, smacking and squeezing the flesh as his tongue continued to work over the hole. Every now and then he’d go to give the man’s length a couple teasing pumps, wanting to keep him hard and leaking -which wasn’t much trouble given how much he seemed to enjoy getting rimmed- for him.