Ticklishboy30
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The mood was light and festive at the gay club on the boardwalk. Dance music blared and pulsed, filling the night air and floating out to sea. The establishment’s patrons, whose ages ranged from 18 to senior citizen, were enjoying the party scene, all with varying amounts of skin on display as they gyrated and twerked in the sand, around the dance floor, and bar areas. The place was aglow with garish colors of neon green, pink, purple, and blue.
Twenty-nine-year-old Alex Darcy leaned on the bar, waiting for the overworked, fiery-haired bartender to satiate his liquid desire. The medium-brown, curly hairstyle was shaved at the sides and in the back, and left a bit longer on top. The locks were tossed with gel for a controlled, messy look. His light-blue eyes were bright and sparkly, which complemented his boyish, clean-shaven features. The young man’s 5’10”, 175 lbs muscle-toned physique was clad in a tight pink sleeveless shirt, a purple thong, skinny tan jeans, and tan leather flip flops on his size 11 bare feet. He got his share of visual attention and lustful stares from the men who were anywhere close enough to see him.
“Hey, Lexie. You want the usual?”
The sweaty, bare-chested thirty-five-year-old, 6’1”, 200 lbs muscular barkeep was also the club’s owner. He always pitched in when it was slammed, which was usually every night. Blue jeans clung to his powerful legs, and showed off his tight, bubble butt, and size 12.5 black slip-on, non-slip soled sneakers adorned his meaty feet. Shoulder-length fire-engine-red curly locks were pulled back into a ponytail, with a couple of the longer locks framing his chiseled features with slight stubble. His sparkling hazel eyes and endearing crooked smile glowed, almost like an angel’s halo in the neon haze surrounding the bar as he leaned over to hug the slightly younger brunette and kiss his cheek.
“Yep! Thanks, Frankie. How’s Marty?”
“He’s Marty. I swear, sometimes I’m tempted to put an ad in the paper with his picture, saying this hunky police detective is free for the taking.”
“Please! We both know that you’d delete the ad before you were halfway finished writing it.”
“Don’t make me come across this bar, wrestle you to the ground, and tickle your cute ass in front of all these people, little brother.”
Alex rolled his eyes and buffed his nails on his shirt.
“I’d love to see you try, old man. You’d throw your back out just trying to get onto the bartop.”
“You’re lucky you’re so cute, you freakin’ brat,” Frank joked as he reached over and playfully smacked the back of his in-law’s head when the younger man’s back was turned.
“Don’t make me call my brother out here to place you in cuffs and haul your sexy butt to jail for assault and battery.” Alex paused and smirked. “Scratch that. You’d enjoy it too much. I’ll have him haul you off the women’s prison out on I85. Those women haven’t been with a man in so long, they’d make short work out of a sexy piece of meat like you.”
The brunette laughed at the horrified expression on his brother’s face.
“Oh, that’s evil, you little cocksucker.”
“Hey, I’m bigger than Marty, and a damn fine cocksucker. Just ask my fiance.”
The pair chuckled and continued their playful banter as a Malibu and Pepsi were expertly mixed. Frank made it just a little stronger than usual because he knew his brother would only have the one drink, but loved it when it had a bite and kick. Alex hated to be impaired when he was out in public around strangers.
“How’s your better half?”
“Gabe’s working the graveyard shift at the morgue tonight. He’s getting to play with the stiffs and pretend he’s a zombie. Eh, I just had to fall for an ME.”
“Don’t look to me for any sympathy, little bro. After all, I have the hot cop.”
The brothers giggled.
Money pulled from his wallet for the beverage was firmly refused, so Alex sipped his drink, then innocently grinned as he put the twenty-dollar bill in the tip jar. He giggled when his brother playfully growled at him, and asked, “Are we still on for dinner Sunday night?”
“As far as I know. Both sets of parents are gonna be there also.”
“Sweet! I love Papa Dan and Mama Kurt.”
Frankie shook his head, giggling.
“The dads get a kick out of you calling them Papa and Mama. Hey, be careful out there tonight, little bro. Anyone messes with you while you’re here tonight, and you can’t handle the situation on your own, don’t hesitate to come get me or get one of the bouncers. You know I love kicking a bastard’s ass if they deserve it, and my security team and I will be keeping an eye out for you every chance I get.”
“You know I will. I’m lucky my family looks out for me. Love ya, Frankie. Other than me, you’re the best person in my big brother’s life.”
“Love ya more, baby bro.”
The crowd never seemed to thin as the night wore on. By the time security and the bouncers got the place emptied, the club’s owner and staff felt like their asses had been kicked by a bunch of hyped up body builders on steroids. The exhausted team worked together, cleaning and setting up for the next night, then Frankie fixed himself and his employees a strong, stiff drink to thank them for another successful night. The grateful owner made sure everyone got to their cars and left the lot, then he closed and locked the back door. He started working on his final chores of the business day, which were setting up the tills for the next night and finalizing the deposit for the bank run on his way home.
The black leather armchair squeaked when the redhead placed his hands behind his head and leaned back. He closed his eyes, turned his head to the left so that his nose was at the edge of his hairy, dampened pit hollow, and deeply inhaled the masculine musk his body naturally created. He and his husband loved each other’s manly scents, so neither one wore any deodorant. Out of routine, his right hand moved to the bulge in his tight jeans and rubbed over the seven-inch hard appendage while a deep, breathy moan escaped his lips. “Fuck the bank run. I need to get my ass home to my lover, I’m horny as hell,” he muttered to himself.
After double-checking everything, Frankie placed the deposit in the safe and closed the heavy metal door. He slipped on his maroon tank top, picked up the backpack that he always carried with him when he rode his Ninja motorcycle, then paused at the doorway and turned to take one last look before grabbing his helmet and shutting the lights off.
He stopped in the main entertainment area, set the backpack and helmet on the end of the bar, and began his final walk through. He was at the pool tables when he thought he heard footsteps behind him. Before he could turn around, a man’s muscular arm wrapped around his neck, and something that felt like the barrel of a gun was pressed into his back.
“Wh… Who are you, and how did you get in here?” The caught redhead’s voice was shaky, and his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down as he swallowed the lump in his throat.
The unknown man chuckled.
“You really shouldn’t leave your back door open when seeing your employees to their vehicles, anyone could just stroll right in while you’re not looking. Now, be a good little boy, and don’t struggle, unless you want to become the morning’s headline.”
The bar owner softly giggled and squirmed because the assailant’s breath from his husky whisper tickled the tip of his left ear. His abs tightened when the man’s second arm wrapped around his waist, then pulled him back against the muscled, warm body, and his captor’s stiffening cock rubbed against his ass. Involuntarily, he leaned his head back and moaned in pleasure when the right hand rubbed and caressed his bulge.
“Heh! Looks like you’re turned on, Big Red,” the masked man said while chuckling.
Thinking he might be able to escape, Frankie bucked and thrashed hard enough to break the hold. He grabbed the man’s hairy arm, flipped him over his shoulder, and ran for the front door. While running, he pulled the cell phone from his pocket and was about to press a button when the other man’s body landed on top of him, which sent them both crashing to the floor.
“You’re not getting away that easily.”
The men grunted and yelped, their hairy arms and powerful legs flailed, and muscles bulged as they wrestled for dominance.
Despite his best efforts, the assailant was victorious. As he was rolled onto his stomach and his wrists were pulled behind his back, then locked in metal handcuffs, Frankie noted that the intruder wore a plain black sleeveless shirt and dark blue jeans, and what looked to be size 12 white Nike sneakers with the famed symbol colored light blue. He also guesstimated that his attacker was around 6’0” and probably weighed 175 lbs. He couldn’t help thinking this was one situation where having a detail-oriented police detective for a husband came in handy, and was thankful he’d been taught how to make educated guesses about a person’s statistics and physical appearance.
“Is money what you’re after?”
The man pulled a sleep mask from his back pocket and slipped it over the helpless man’s eyes.
“I’m not after money, stud.”
The sneakers were pulled from his feet, and in response, his legs slid back and forth on the shiny floor, and his sock-clad toes wiggled. Even though he had no idea how this would play out, his penis was hard and jumped as precum dribbled from the head’s slit, and coated his pink and purple zebra print thong, which was now visible because his jeans were unbuttoned, unzipped, and removed.
“What are you after?”
Frankie’s breath hitched, and his back arched when fingers lightly stroked and caressed the steel rod outlined by the thin fabric. The next thing he felt was the tip of the man’s warm, moist tongue, slowly licking and tracing the edges of his left ear and then his right ear, which made him wriggle in place while he boyishly giggled and squeaked.
“Fuck! Those sounds turn me on. There’s nothing like a helpless and ticklish stud to play with. You know, hotstuff, I’ve been watching your cute, sexy, tight ass all night. Just dying to get my hands on this solid body of yours, and bend it to my every whim and playful fantasy.”
The talk made Frankie’s cock leak more precum, and his toes curled in their fabric coverings as the flames of desire slowly consumed his entire body. He opened and closed his mouth a couple of times, searching for something to say.
The man smiled under the mask. He pulled the hem of the tank top up and over his captive’s head, letting the shirt rest on the back of his neck. He wrapped his arms around the taller guy’s waist, and rubbed the palms of his bare hands all around the eight-pack abs, then they traveled up to the firm pecs, caressing them, and finally, his fingers pinched and tweaked the perky nipples.
A puppy-like whimper and yelp was heard from the captive as his body twisted and writhed.
“Ooh! Fuck Yeah! That’s a fun spot to play with later, my pet.”
“Please! I’ve got a husband. I’ve never cheated on him.”
“Don’t worry about your husband. He’ll never know a thing unless you tell him. Besides, you’re not cheating on him because even though you’re turned on, you never consented.”
Without warning, the cracking sound of an open palm colliding with a pair of ass cheeks echoed through the empty space and reverberated off the walls, followed by a high-pitched squeal and yelping. The helpless male’s body jumped, and his toes scrunched as the tips slid on the floor. His reddening butt cheeks jiggled as they were spanked again and again, which only made both men even hornier.
The dark-clothed man pulled off his sneakers and lay on the floor facing his prey’s bottom half. Since the guy was blindfolded, he pulled the mask off, then licked his lips as his fingers gently traveled slowly up and down the big pair of animated feet. He loved feeling every movement against his cheek, and the manly scent of shoe leather and sweat caused even more leakage from his eight-inch cock. He paused a moment to look back so he could watch the helpless man’s reaction when his sock-clad feet and toes gently rubbed along the slightly stubbly face and under the guy’s nose.
Under the sleep mask, Frankie’s eyes glazed over the second he felt his captor’s toes and soles caress his face, and he deeply inhaled the enticing aroma. He softly moaned in ecstasy and began to hump the black and gold speckled floor.
“So fuckin’ hot,” the man said.
Boyish giggles were heard as soon as the intruder’s fingernails lightly and slowly dragged up and down the center of the curved arches.
“That’s it, baby boy, let the giggles out. There’s no use in fighting it.”
“Just wait till my husband finds you, he’s a police detective, and is gonna put your ass under the jail.”
There was a low guffaw in response.
“Hubby will have to catch me first, giggle boy.”
Frankie’s thong was taken from his body, along with his socks, just before his ankles were tied together with rope. His toes curled, and he yelped and squealed like crazy when his ass was spanked. He could feel the heat from his jiggling asscheeks, and was grateful that he couldn’t see the bright redness. Without warning, the tickles started. Five fingers wiggled and dug into the soft spaces between his bare ribs, and the result was instantaneous. His back arched, his eyes squeezed shut, his bound legs kicked, and riotous boyish screaming laughter flowed like a raging river.
“Tickling’s one of my favorite activities.”
“Gee! Thanks for sharing, you freak.”
After a low growl, his snarky remark made the spanking return, which had him squealing like a girl in no time. The redhead gasped when he felt a warm, moist tongue lick up and down his hot and sweaty asscrack.
“Fuck! You’re tasty. I’m not sure I’m gonna last very long with you, Cubby.”
Unfortunately for him, Frankie felt the same thing. He could feel the cum rising in his shaft.
The assailant pulled his jeans and underwear down and gave himself a handjob while he rimmed his captive’s slightly hairy asshole. Their breath hitched, and the captor was the first to cum. His head tilted back, he released a deep guttural moan as multiple spurts of warm, thick cream erupted from his cockhead, and splattered against the backs of the captive’s legs. After his orgasm, he rolled the bar owner onto his side, slid his cock between the damp cheeks, then wrapped his hand around the hard shaft, and began to pump while he gently bit the man’s neck and nibbled his ears. Almost one minute later, the orgasm hit, hard, and with a primal roar, semen erupted.
Frankie and his captor remained where they were on the floor, both sweat and cum soaked, as they panted and started recovering. When he was able to move again, the intruder released the redhead, and they wrapped their arms around each other.
“Was it everything you thought it would be, lover of mine?” the brunette male asked while gazing lovingly into his mate’s eyes.
“Fuck! That was hot. You’re the most amazing lover I’ve ever known, and the only husband I’ll ever want and need, Marty.”
The satiated men smiled and shared a passionate kiss.
“Damn! I was dying to kiss and cuddle you, Frankie. I wasn’t sure I’d be able to finish what we started.”
“Honestly, babe, I almost stopped it after the first round of spanks. I was so fuckin’ turned on and craved for your arms to hold me and to kiss you.”
The guys giggled as they got cleaned up, then cleaned up their mess before having a beer and heading home.
Twenty-nine-year-old Alex Darcy leaned on the bar, waiting for the overworked, fiery-haired bartender to satiate his liquid desire. The medium-brown, curly hairstyle was shaved at the sides and in the back, and left a bit longer on top. The locks were tossed with gel for a controlled, messy look. His light-blue eyes were bright and sparkly, which complemented his boyish, clean-shaven features. The young man’s 5’10”, 175 lbs muscle-toned physique was clad in a tight pink sleeveless shirt, a purple thong, skinny tan jeans, and tan leather flip flops on his size 11 bare feet. He got his share of visual attention and lustful stares from the men who were anywhere close enough to see him.
“Hey, Lexie. You want the usual?”
The sweaty, bare-chested thirty-five-year-old, 6’1”, 200 lbs muscular barkeep was also the club’s owner. He always pitched in when it was slammed, which was usually every night. Blue jeans clung to his powerful legs, and showed off his tight, bubble butt, and size 12.5 black slip-on, non-slip soled sneakers adorned his meaty feet. Shoulder-length fire-engine-red curly locks were pulled back into a ponytail, with a couple of the longer locks framing his chiseled features with slight stubble. His sparkling hazel eyes and endearing crooked smile glowed, almost like an angel’s halo in the neon haze surrounding the bar as he leaned over to hug the slightly younger brunette and kiss his cheek.
“Yep! Thanks, Frankie. How’s Marty?”
“He’s Marty. I swear, sometimes I’m tempted to put an ad in the paper with his picture, saying this hunky police detective is free for the taking.”
“Please! We both know that you’d delete the ad before you were halfway finished writing it.”
“Don’t make me come across this bar, wrestle you to the ground, and tickle your cute ass in front of all these people, little brother.”
Alex rolled his eyes and buffed his nails on his shirt.
“I’d love to see you try, old man. You’d throw your back out just trying to get onto the bartop.”
“You’re lucky you’re so cute, you freakin’ brat,” Frank joked as he reached over and playfully smacked the back of his in-law’s head when the younger man’s back was turned.
“Don’t make me call my brother out here to place you in cuffs and haul your sexy butt to jail for assault and battery.” Alex paused and smirked. “Scratch that. You’d enjoy it too much. I’ll have him haul you off the women’s prison out on I85. Those women haven’t been with a man in so long, they’d make short work out of a sexy piece of meat like you.”
The brunette laughed at the horrified expression on his brother’s face.
“Oh, that’s evil, you little cocksucker.”
“Hey, I’m bigger than Marty, and a damn fine cocksucker. Just ask my fiance.”
The pair chuckled and continued their playful banter as a Malibu and Pepsi were expertly mixed. Frank made it just a little stronger than usual because he knew his brother would only have the one drink, but loved it when it had a bite and kick. Alex hated to be impaired when he was out in public around strangers.
“How’s your better half?”
“Gabe’s working the graveyard shift at the morgue tonight. He’s getting to play with the stiffs and pretend he’s a zombie. Eh, I just had to fall for an ME.”
“Don’t look to me for any sympathy, little bro. After all, I have the hot cop.”
The brothers giggled.
Money pulled from his wallet for the beverage was firmly refused, so Alex sipped his drink, then innocently grinned as he put the twenty-dollar bill in the tip jar. He giggled when his brother playfully growled at him, and asked, “Are we still on for dinner Sunday night?”
“As far as I know. Both sets of parents are gonna be there also.”
“Sweet! I love Papa Dan and Mama Kurt.”
Frankie shook his head, giggling.
“The dads get a kick out of you calling them Papa and Mama. Hey, be careful out there tonight, little bro. Anyone messes with you while you’re here tonight, and you can’t handle the situation on your own, don’t hesitate to come get me or get one of the bouncers. You know I love kicking a bastard’s ass if they deserve it, and my security team and I will be keeping an eye out for you every chance I get.”
“You know I will. I’m lucky my family looks out for me. Love ya, Frankie. Other than me, you’re the best person in my big brother’s life.”
“Love ya more, baby bro.”
The crowd never seemed to thin as the night wore on. By the time security and the bouncers got the place emptied, the club’s owner and staff felt like their asses had been kicked by a bunch of hyped up body builders on steroids. The exhausted team worked together, cleaning and setting up for the next night, then Frankie fixed himself and his employees a strong, stiff drink to thank them for another successful night. The grateful owner made sure everyone got to their cars and left the lot, then he closed and locked the back door. He started working on his final chores of the business day, which were setting up the tills for the next night and finalizing the deposit for the bank run on his way home.
The black leather armchair squeaked when the redhead placed his hands behind his head and leaned back. He closed his eyes, turned his head to the left so that his nose was at the edge of his hairy, dampened pit hollow, and deeply inhaled the masculine musk his body naturally created. He and his husband loved each other’s manly scents, so neither one wore any deodorant. Out of routine, his right hand moved to the bulge in his tight jeans and rubbed over the seven-inch hard appendage while a deep, breathy moan escaped his lips. “Fuck the bank run. I need to get my ass home to my lover, I’m horny as hell,” he muttered to himself.
After double-checking everything, Frankie placed the deposit in the safe and closed the heavy metal door. He slipped on his maroon tank top, picked up the backpack that he always carried with him when he rode his Ninja motorcycle, then paused at the doorway and turned to take one last look before grabbing his helmet and shutting the lights off.
He stopped in the main entertainment area, set the backpack and helmet on the end of the bar, and began his final walk through. He was at the pool tables when he thought he heard footsteps behind him. Before he could turn around, a man’s muscular arm wrapped around his neck, and something that felt like the barrel of a gun was pressed into his back.
“Wh… Who are you, and how did you get in here?” The caught redhead’s voice was shaky, and his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down as he swallowed the lump in his throat.
The unknown man chuckled.
“You really shouldn’t leave your back door open when seeing your employees to their vehicles, anyone could just stroll right in while you’re not looking. Now, be a good little boy, and don’t struggle, unless you want to become the morning’s headline.”
The bar owner softly giggled and squirmed because the assailant’s breath from his husky whisper tickled the tip of his left ear. His abs tightened when the man’s second arm wrapped around his waist, then pulled him back against the muscled, warm body, and his captor’s stiffening cock rubbed against his ass. Involuntarily, he leaned his head back and moaned in pleasure when the right hand rubbed and caressed his bulge.
“Heh! Looks like you’re turned on, Big Red,” the masked man said while chuckling.
Thinking he might be able to escape, Frankie bucked and thrashed hard enough to break the hold. He grabbed the man’s hairy arm, flipped him over his shoulder, and ran for the front door. While running, he pulled the cell phone from his pocket and was about to press a button when the other man’s body landed on top of him, which sent them both crashing to the floor.
“You’re not getting away that easily.”
The men grunted and yelped, their hairy arms and powerful legs flailed, and muscles bulged as they wrestled for dominance.
Despite his best efforts, the assailant was victorious. As he was rolled onto his stomach and his wrists were pulled behind his back, then locked in metal handcuffs, Frankie noted that the intruder wore a plain black sleeveless shirt and dark blue jeans, and what looked to be size 12 white Nike sneakers with the famed symbol colored light blue. He also guesstimated that his attacker was around 6’0” and probably weighed 175 lbs. He couldn’t help thinking this was one situation where having a detail-oriented police detective for a husband came in handy, and was thankful he’d been taught how to make educated guesses about a person’s statistics and physical appearance.
“Is money what you’re after?”
The man pulled a sleep mask from his back pocket and slipped it over the helpless man’s eyes.
“I’m not after money, stud.”
The sneakers were pulled from his feet, and in response, his legs slid back and forth on the shiny floor, and his sock-clad toes wiggled. Even though he had no idea how this would play out, his penis was hard and jumped as precum dribbled from the head’s slit, and coated his pink and purple zebra print thong, which was now visible because his jeans were unbuttoned, unzipped, and removed.
“What are you after?”
Frankie’s breath hitched, and his back arched when fingers lightly stroked and caressed the steel rod outlined by the thin fabric. The next thing he felt was the tip of the man’s warm, moist tongue, slowly licking and tracing the edges of his left ear and then his right ear, which made him wriggle in place while he boyishly giggled and squeaked.
“Fuck! Those sounds turn me on. There’s nothing like a helpless and ticklish stud to play with. You know, hotstuff, I’ve been watching your cute, sexy, tight ass all night. Just dying to get my hands on this solid body of yours, and bend it to my every whim and playful fantasy.”
The talk made Frankie’s cock leak more precum, and his toes curled in their fabric coverings as the flames of desire slowly consumed his entire body. He opened and closed his mouth a couple of times, searching for something to say.
The man smiled under the mask. He pulled the hem of the tank top up and over his captive’s head, letting the shirt rest on the back of his neck. He wrapped his arms around the taller guy’s waist, and rubbed the palms of his bare hands all around the eight-pack abs, then they traveled up to the firm pecs, caressing them, and finally, his fingers pinched and tweaked the perky nipples.
A puppy-like whimper and yelp was heard from the captive as his body twisted and writhed.
“Ooh! Fuck Yeah! That’s a fun spot to play with later, my pet.”
“Please! I’ve got a husband. I’ve never cheated on him.”
“Don’t worry about your husband. He’ll never know a thing unless you tell him. Besides, you’re not cheating on him because even though you’re turned on, you never consented.”
Without warning, the cracking sound of an open palm colliding with a pair of ass cheeks echoed through the empty space and reverberated off the walls, followed by a high-pitched squeal and yelping. The helpless male’s body jumped, and his toes scrunched as the tips slid on the floor. His reddening butt cheeks jiggled as they were spanked again and again, which only made both men even hornier.
The dark-clothed man pulled off his sneakers and lay on the floor facing his prey’s bottom half. Since the guy was blindfolded, he pulled the mask off, then licked his lips as his fingers gently traveled slowly up and down the big pair of animated feet. He loved feeling every movement against his cheek, and the manly scent of shoe leather and sweat caused even more leakage from his eight-inch cock. He paused a moment to look back so he could watch the helpless man’s reaction when his sock-clad feet and toes gently rubbed along the slightly stubbly face and under the guy’s nose.
Under the sleep mask, Frankie’s eyes glazed over the second he felt his captor’s toes and soles caress his face, and he deeply inhaled the enticing aroma. He softly moaned in ecstasy and began to hump the black and gold speckled floor.
“So fuckin’ hot,” the man said.
Boyish giggles were heard as soon as the intruder’s fingernails lightly and slowly dragged up and down the center of the curved arches.
“That’s it, baby boy, let the giggles out. There’s no use in fighting it.”
“Just wait till my husband finds you, he’s a police detective, and is gonna put your ass under the jail.”
There was a low guffaw in response.
“Hubby will have to catch me first, giggle boy.”
Frankie’s thong was taken from his body, along with his socks, just before his ankles were tied together with rope. His toes curled, and he yelped and squealed like crazy when his ass was spanked. He could feel the heat from his jiggling asscheeks, and was grateful that he couldn’t see the bright redness. Without warning, the tickles started. Five fingers wiggled and dug into the soft spaces between his bare ribs, and the result was instantaneous. His back arched, his eyes squeezed shut, his bound legs kicked, and riotous boyish screaming laughter flowed like a raging river.
“Tickling’s one of my favorite activities.”
“Gee! Thanks for sharing, you freak.”
After a low growl, his snarky remark made the spanking return, which had him squealing like a girl in no time. The redhead gasped when he felt a warm, moist tongue lick up and down his hot and sweaty asscrack.
“Fuck! You’re tasty. I’m not sure I’m gonna last very long with you, Cubby.”
Unfortunately for him, Frankie felt the same thing. He could feel the cum rising in his shaft.
The assailant pulled his jeans and underwear down and gave himself a handjob while he rimmed his captive’s slightly hairy asshole. Their breath hitched, and the captor was the first to cum. His head tilted back, he released a deep guttural moan as multiple spurts of warm, thick cream erupted from his cockhead, and splattered against the backs of the captive’s legs. After his orgasm, he rolled the bar owner onto his side, slid his cock between the damp cheeks, then wrapped his hand around the hard shaft, and began to pump while he gently bit the man’s neck and nibbled his ears. Almost one minute later, the orgasm hit, hard, and with a primal roar, semen erupted.
Frankie and his captor remained where they were on the floor, both sweat and cum soaked, as they panted and started recovering. When he was able to move again, the intruder released the redhead, and they wrapped their arms around each other.
“Was it everything you thought it would be, lover of mine?” the brunette male asked while gazing lovingly into his mate’s eyes.
“Fuck! That was hot. You’re the most amazing lover I’ve ever known, and the only husband I’ll ever want and need, Marty.”
The satiated men smiled and shared a passionate kiss.
“Damn! I was dying to kiss and cuddle you, Frankie. I wasn’t sure I’d be able to finish what we started.”
“Honestly, babe, I almost stopped it after the first round of spanks. I was so fuckin’ turned on and craved for your arms to hold me and to kiss you.”
The guys giggled as they got cleaned up, then cleaned up their mess before having a beer and heading home.
