Anton Willis

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       🐺 𝓣𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 was a slight urgency to the man’s pace. The night chill swept through the camp. He’d abandoned his nice warm spot under his throw. With prospects of fresh golden brown delicacies, he’d certainly stop what he was doing. Absolutely nothing but still. He waved at a few of the other men; drunken celebrations, before knocking upon Juan’s door. 

Enters slowly.

“You know typically you let someone else do that. It usually feels better than when you do it yourself. Though. Whoever you pick to do it is mighty lucky. I’d give a few fingers to grab a handful of you.” Jake said with a smirk as he came up to a handsome man who appeared to be groping his own ample chest, it was quite a sight. “You got a name pretty boy?”

With the two of them now positioned on the couch where Juan laid on his back and he had Toni on top, on him the other way, it was the perfect set up to 69 each other. Juan eating the younger man’s fat ass while Tonie explored his cock. And Juan could feel him using that mouth. He moaned and let his head fall back for a second on the arm rest as Toni use his mouth however he wished on his length. “Mmmmm…puppy likes his bone to play with?” Juan teased as his hands massaged the other man’s rounded buns. Fuck, his ass was so thick, juicy, jiggly, smooth and round. He gave it a few playful smacks. The spread the cheeks again and rubbed his thumb over Toni’s asshole. Juan closed his eyes and moaned when Toni sucked more of his cock, and he arched his hips off the couch for a moment to give the other’s face a slow thrust. “Holy shit, that’s good,” he muttered and pressed his thumb on the pucker, pushing through to penetrate his new friend with the digit. It looked so good sucking his thumb in, and when it went through he felt warmth and tightness. Combined with Toni sucking his dick, Juan’s eyes rolled back in his head for a second. “You like that, pup?” he asked, his free hand reaching for the man’s hard length and tugging it as he thumbed his hole. For a cute computer nerd, he was skilled with handling a hung size.

       🐺  𝓖𝓻𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓽𝓾𝓭𝓮. That was the only way to repay Juan for this moment. Maybe he’d have to put forth a little more effort. Maybe curiosity would have to play its role in helping him take such a girth cock. He wasn’t exactly banking on just taking him. It was just the journey. He was very serving in a way that made him want to please Juan. It was two of them engaged in the activity. Pup awakens. His licking became more frequent. If he didn’t mind it, drool began to pour as his mouth opens wide to accommodate. His throat muscles used sparingly to help the suction. Most came from the craning and crowning of Juan’s thick head. It breaches just the tip of his throat and more saliva began to just flood. He bobs, gently luring the tip further down his throat until he felt a tightness. Head sways. Tongue surfs. Spit shifts like turbulence. It was paired with a very mindless swallowing that palpates his glans. 

Bobby had fun squeezing the pillows of Anton’s cheeks. They were soft, big, voluptuous. It was a grand time to have a lover and the heat of summer made it even more fun.

“You beg so nicely-” Bobby said with a purr. His hands ran all over Anton’s body. Memorizing parts of it and enjoying the process of doing so. He didn’t quite linger at the nipple line on his way up. Just more teasing. A small part of a whole. The thing about experience too, even if you weren’t a pup yourself, was that you tended to learn where universal erogenous zones were and which ones were best to tease.

 “Lay down on my bed here with me. Show me what position you like when you’re played with. I’m going to make you very happy. Do you have a plug in that needs to come out before I open you with my tongue, pup?”

“Hey, thank you, cutie” Jayce said genuinely as he received the item from Toni. At first, he didn’t recognized it, but when he turned around, he remembered. “Oh… OH! Yeah, this is mine, is… is just a notebook, see?” he said, as he opened the case to reveal some linepaper and a couple of pens. “I use it to jot down things when, you know, inspiration strucks” he added and put it back on his pocket. “Thank you, thank you so much. I would have been so sad if I lost it. How can I show you my appreciation?” he asked to the cute guy in front of him with a big smile. 

       🐺 𝓕𝓸𝓻𝓽𝓾𝓷𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓵𝔂 most of the guys here was nicer than one would expect. The two of them could’ve easily just left it there. Someone would’ve found it. It was just better to handle the situation sooner than letter. Anxiousness wasn’t a good thing to battle. Toni should know. The compliment given enough attention to get the man smiling. “I appreciate that. Sometimes it makes a pretty-okay day pretty awesome.” Toni was already about to make his leave before the guy opens up for suggestion. The gesture didn’t need to be repaid. Toni was very happy just knowing he had his item. “Hm. Nothing, really.” Casual tone. “If you’d like to, I do enjoy french fries. Maybe that can be my reward.” 

If there was one thing that people knew about Roderick, apart from him possessing a monster of a cock between his legs, was that he was extremely good with his hands. It was something that came secondary to having a massive cock, Roderick found, as he knew that he had to be able to work his partners to coax them to be able to take such a prodigious girth. Whether it was with handjobs, fingering or even massages, Roderick was an expert with his hands and some people sought him out solely to get a taste of that. And while he wasn’t a professional massuese by any means, when someone approached him and asked if he could give them a massage? He wasn’t going to say no.

Not when they were devilishly cute, anyway.

“You can call me Rod, Roderick, Sir, Papi… It doesn’t matter,” Roderick stated as he watched the other male shed his clothing, inch after inch of beautiful skin being exposed and Roderick had to stop from licking his lips. This was about giving Toni a good massage, not about hooking up with him. Even if he wouldn’t exactly be against the idea of hooking up with him, he was perfectly capable of hanging around a guy and not having sex with them. “But I just want to clarify… I’m not a professional by any means. I’m just a guy that’s learned how to use his hands to please his partners.”

Taking a step towards the table, he moved to let a finger run along the spine of the other man, trying to tear his eyes away from the way that the man’s briefs showcased his perfectly round ass. “But I’ll only touch what you allow me to. You have a safe word?” Not that he expected them to wind up having sex, but he figured if the guy needed to stop it would be better to give him an option of saying something if he found himself growing uncomfortable.

       🐺 𝓒𝓸𝓶𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓽 was a huge part of any dynamic. Rather strictly sex or casual massages. This was no different. He trusted him more than not. Nodding would continue. His eyes remained trained on the ground beneath the platform. He’d feel a gentle pull to the cast shadows of Roderick’s legs. He just tried to remain vigilant in his focus. He’d already grown secure in the fact that he wasn’t exactly a certified practitioner. Most of his gentlemen weren’t. They knew enough about how the body operated. They could give a great experience. Oils, body butters, or lotions were also great tools. He swallows softly. A touch given. Touch became a stroke of his back. Swallows harder. 

Words started to come out. Nothing is coherent. 

Takes him a second to figure it out. 

Already feels a little aroused. Not enough to trigger a huge, noticeable response. Maybe firming of nipples. Maybe the rise in pulse. 

The other man noticed him. Shit. Jason knew there was no way to come out of this looking like roses.

“I’m fine—” he says, struggling to get to his feet, which unfortunately revealed the raging boner beneath him, miraculously untarnished or injured from the fall like it was some cruel, cosmic hint. He make squick work of covering his modesty with a hand, but the damage was already done.

“I’m, uh, very sorry for intruding on your privacy like this, mate,” Jason quickly apologizes. “Meant to come in here for a shower, and then I saw what you were doing, and… look, there’s no way for me to pretend I wasn’t yanking myself to you, is there? I shouldn’t have done that. I’ll leave now—” he says, gesturing to the door but making no effort to leave just yet. Maybe this stranger had other ideas.

“Oh, I’m Jason. Should at least introduce myself to you now…”

       🐺 𝓣𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓴𝓯𝓾𝓵𝓵𝔂 no one was hurt in the event of Jason’s standing. He was still trying to make sure he was alright. It made him a little more self-conscious knowing that he were at the root cause of the man’s accident. He stands with him. His eyes still unavoidably circling the man’s member. He wasn’t exactly the most covert. Quite obvious, actually. 

What a fascinating transition. 

“Toni.” He introduces himself. Well. Gives a name. Seems like the man was already familiar. The two of them already had a matching pair of erections. He furrows a brow. Still quite aroused. Nipples still painfully hard. He wasn’t exactly sure how to go about dealing with his own situation. Eyes ventured south. He tried to shake it off. It was so inviting. Be good. He tries to encourage. The man’s eyes are up, he shouts in his mind. 

Takes his hand. 

“Maybe.” Pauses. Should they even do this? “Maybe we can go back in there?” Gestures to the shower. Hot and steamy sex in a steamy room would’ve been nice. Kind of give a mysterious vibe. “I can help you out. You can help me out. Win-win?” 

My muse was given truth serum. Ask them questions on anon and they’ll have to answer honesty. They must answer no matter what the question is.