He May Be One Of The Biggest Guys On His High School Football Team, But When Grant Was At Home, He Was

He may be one of the biggest guys on his high school football team, but when Grant was at home, he was the picture of submission for his sexy older dad. He loved the contrast between their two bodies, his body which was young and smooth and muscled, and his father’s older, chubby hairier body. He loved cuddling up with his dad on the couch after a long day of school, and he especially loved falling asleep as the little spoon, his father’s furry arm draped across him, his dad’s cock rubbing up against his ass.

Dad's Fume Slave- (Part two)

The torture had been going on for about a week now.

One occasion of his farting was you being escorted into the toilet. He lifted up the toilet seat, firmly placing your face facing upwards whilst, he slowly skidded his trousers down onto the floor and sat on your face, full force.

'God, here it comes!' PpoHhhhhRrrtttt!

A loud 40 second gas discharge echoed onto your nose and semi opened mouth. He signed in relief of the gargantuan thing as he raised his left leg a little, and released a hot slash of air right into your nostrils, making you gay from the smell.

'These bombs are great!!!'

He then let you go, afterwards as he got you into the shower. He stripped down after pushing a huge turd out into the toilet.

PLOP! He stood up, not even wiping and turned on the shower. You stared at him. Trapped in a small corner. Infront a huge ass, unwiped and hairy.

'How your friend's delaying with it. Isn't it ya bestmate that was sat on, on the bus by the driver, god, that must have stank. Being bombarded like that for, for what was it?'

Pppppsspspspsp! Pssssssssss!

'A 2 hour trip??' He said as your father shut up as he turned and looked at you. You were gagging from the smell of rotten broccoli and cauliflower, which he ate 4 meals of last night.

He started to back up, until the everywhere in your site was that of his asshole or cheeks.

'I should invite some colleagues from work round?'

He released a massive SBD out of his crack. UGH. He shoved another Silent-but-deadly out onto your nostrils.

*. *. *.

Two hours later, you were in your bedroom, your mouth and nostrils, smeared with shit from the amount of particles in the enclosed space. The last memory of the shower was afterwards, when your dad was phoning his mates to come round.

Fuck. About 5 people will be using you as their person fart cushion, soon!

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𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐝𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐡𝐜𝐬.

𓇼 finnick odair who snorts with tears of laughter welling in the corners of his eyes when he laughs too hard. when you two share jokes and bring up funny moments you had together.

𖦹 finnick odair who loves flustering you with pickup lines and snarky comments, but covers his face with the palms of his hands when you get him back. behind those hands is a pretty, dimpled smile and blushed cheeks that scream 'i love you.'

𓇼 finnick odair who finds comfort in holding your hand. tracing little shapes on your knuckles with his calloused yet soft fingertips.

𖦹 finnick odair who bought you a surfboard that matches with his for your birthday. he customized it to fit you, with little drawings of pearls and sea stars that remind him of you along it. when not in use, it's on full display in your shared bedroom as your prized possession.

𓇼 finnick odair who loves play fighting with you. who lets you jump on him, giggling, and every now and then knock him down. who lets you straddle over him and playfully punch his shoulder. it makes him happy to see you having fun, not to mention he has fun too, laughing and manhandling you off of him.

𖦹 finnick odair who always wants you there with him when he's taking a bath or shower. he finds comfort in water itself, so it's only fitting that he gets to have his pretty girl with him. he always finds a way to make it fun when you two bathe, sitting on opposite ends of the tub and shaping little creatures out of the bubbles.

𓇼 finnick odair who can't even pretend he doesn't like it when you wear his clothes. it makes his heart swoop when he sees you walking around in one of his tee-shirts, especially when in public.

𖦹 finnick odair who randomly picks you up to kiss your lips whenever he wants. you two could be in a meeting in thirteen and he'll wrap your legs around his waist to get as much of your lips as he wants. it causes glares from haymitch and coin, but does he really care if you're right there with him?

𓇼 finnick odair who will always be there to be a shoulder to cry on. more than that, even. he'll comfort you until the end of time. finnick will always and forever be there to support you, help you after your nightmares, to kiss your forehead with passion and wrap has arms around your shaking body, acting as a shield from whatever horrors were brought by the capitol.

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Campus Gloryhole - Chapter 2 (Cock Vore, Absorbing, Unaware Incest)

I all but ran into the cubicle the moment I saw that no one was around, I couldn’t afford to be seen here.  I couldn’t hear anyone in the other cubicles, couldn’t hear much over my pounding heart.  Fortunately I’d picked a cubicle with the rumoured gloryholes in it, one in each side, so at least I wasn’t taking this risk for nothing.

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He’d felt the condom ripping soon after penetrating the boy’s tiny brown button hole but He continued anyway, silently please with Himself for being such a virile and powerful Man that even Magnums can’t contain Him.  The boy’s tight pucker had eventually loosened but only after a severe and brutal pounding which proved too much for the thin latex. All that remained was curled up around the thick base of His cock like a thin wedding ring.  He smiled at the analogy.  It wasn’t His fit and muscular body that seemed to get all the young fags so worked up; it was His wedding ring.

His son’s best friend had been no exception, always respectfully addressing Him as “Mr. Johnson” and always staring and lingering just a little too long.  What the fuck, He’d thought - why not.  He’d be an easy and convenient fuck toy; no one would suspect a thing. The boy had finally quietened down - what a drama queen!  “You wanted this, remember?” He’d reminded him, even though the truth was that He’d manipulated and coordinated the whole thing.  Even though he was no longer screaming, the boy’s young, smooth body still felt taunt and tense as he continued to suffer through the assault.  Now that He’d broken through the condom He could enjoy the slick wetness of the boy’s clenching, spasming pussy which felt warm and inviting.  He couldn’t wait to breed it.   “That’s it, Jimmy … you’re doing just fine.”  

“Oh, God, Mr. Johnson!  You’re so big!”

“Yes, Jimmy, so you’ve said many times today.  I don’t need you to keep telling me that.  You understand?“

“Yes, Sir.”

“Do you know the problem with having a big dick, Jimmy? It takes an extra long time to cum … “

Jimmy whimpered at the implication as Mr. Johnson continued slow-fucking His new toy.  

“You’re going to be raw and sore by the time I’m done, Jimmy.  Does that excite you?”

Jimmy hesitated.  “Yes, Sir … very much.”

He chuckled.  “I know it does.  That’s why you’re going to be such a good little whore for me aren’t you.  Daddy’s going to fuck you good, baby … give you what you need.  It will be our little secret … or not so little, as the case would be.  You breath a word of this to anyone and I’ll find you, Jimmy.  I’ll hurt you.  Do you understand?”

Jimmy only nodded; it was a rhetorical question anyway.  Of course he understood.  Mr. Johnson was a respected and feared Man - a powerful Man.  And Jimmy was just a punk.  No one would believe him. And no one would care if anything happened to him.

He was getting close.  Leaning in He whispered in Jimmy’s ear.  “This is going to feel very … wet, Jimmy.  I want you to hold it in … every drop of it.”

“Whhat??  What are you saying?  You have a condom on!  I saw it!”  Jimmy started to struggle so He tightened His grip, causing Jimmy to wince.

“Shh … what’s done is done.  It was meant to be.  You were meant to be impregnated … like a woman, Jimmy.  Lucky for you it’s by a Man like me.  Someone you can trust.  Can I trust you, Jimmy?”  

Jimmy paused and moaned before replying.  “Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl.  Now give me that pussy, Jimmy.  Take Daddy’s cum … take it!”