Afternoon Fuck With My Boy Slut

The sun was high in the sky, filtering through the dingy shades of the small apartment. Within its confines, two bodies writhed in passionate delight, their skin glistening with a sheen of sweat. The older male, a rugged, bearded bear of a man in his 40s, was sprawled out on the bed, his thick thighs spread wide in invitation. Beside him, a much younger man, perhaps barely legal, knelt between his legs, his tongue darting out to lap at the hairy sack before him.

The older man, let’s call him Hank, grunted as the younger man’s tongue traced the ridge of his cock, his thick member jerking to attention. The kid, Jake, smirked up at him, his blue eyes gleaming with mischief. “You like that, daddy?” he purred, his voice barely above a whisper.

Hank could only nod, his breath coming in short gasps as Jake’s skilled mouth engulfed his thick shaft. The boy swirled his tongue around the mushroom tip, lapping up the beads of pre-cum that had formed. Hank fisted his hand in Jake’s sandy blonde hair, pushing his head down further onto his cock.

Jake gagged slightly as Hank’s cock hit the back of his throat, but he took it like a champ, swallowing around the thick length. Hank’s hips bucked up involuntarily, fucking Jake’s face with abandon. The wet sounds of their coupling filled the room, mingling with the lewd slurping noises Jake made as he worked Hank’s cock.

After a few moments, Hank pulled Jake off his cock with a wet pop. Jake’s face was flushed, his lips swollen and slick with spit. He looked up at Hank with hooded eyes, his pupils blown wide with lust. “What’s the matter, daddy? You don’t like what I’m doing?”

Hank grabbed Jake by the back of the neck and pulled him into a bruising kiss, his tongue plundering the boy’s mouth. Jake moaned into the kiss, his own tongue battling for dominance with Hank’s. When they finally broke apart, both men were panting heavily.

“If you keep that up, I’m gonna blow my load down your throat,” Hank growled. He pushed Jake onto his back and crawled on top of him, his heavy body pinning the boy to the mattress.

Jake squirmed beneath him, his hard cock rubbing against Hank’s thigh. “What’s wrong with that?” he teased. “I want to taste your cum, daddy.”

Hank silenced him with anotherKiss Landing on Newborn: A regifting Story | Mission 1,709

I was straightening up the nursery after nurse Chelsea finished her shift. It was December 24th, just a few days before Christmas morning.

“Uncle Billy!” {Jaden/The Baby} called from his crib. He could communicate using his mind, so he used my title in his thoughts. “Come play with me before nurse Chelsea has to leave!”

Nurse Chelsea was still in the room, hanging his tiny clothing in the dresser. I was pretty good friends with her; it helped my Tia & Zachary had me babysitting more than they should sometimes.

I walked over to Jaden’s crib, peering down on the squirming, giggling two year old. I cooed and smiled.

“Well, will you look at that!” Chelsea burst out, causing me to turn her direction. “Your baby needs a new diaper, Uncle Billy.”

I recoiled back at the sight on the changing table. Jaden wasn’t wearing clothes, but wrapped tightly in a bright yellow blanket that was stained brown in a few places. I could guess what those stains were.

“He pooped…” Chelsea stated the obvious.

“I’ve never changed his diaper before,” I said, only now realizing I never really thought about it.

Chelsea smiled and waved me over, grabbing what she needed just a few steps away in a cupboard. She made it look like second nature to flip him over and get to work. But I didn’t pay much attention to what she was doing. Her top… It showed much cleavage between the buttons.

She went on and on about the importance of cleaning his bottom and preventing rashes. I realized she didn’t know I was gay, even though Jaden alcoholically knew it. I kept staring at her.

“Ah…” she said, catching me staring. She suddenly went bright red and buttoned up her top all the way. “I’m just so used to doing this sort of thing… please don’t think I meant any harm…”

She locked eyes with me and I felt ashamed. “No, it’s my fault. I was staring at your cleavage and I…”

“Thad wanted to kiss you,” Jaden’s sing-song voice filled our heads. “Maaa, Mana and Chelsea heeeall make out aaaall daaay!”

I slowly looked to Chelsea’s face in horror. She wore an impossible expression. “Um… He- He said something?”