Muscle Dad Gives Muscle Twink Hard Fuck

Title: A Raw British Fuck Experience: Muscle Dad Mouth-Fucks & Anally Slams Hard Gym-Jock Twink Until He’s a Stretched, Cummy, Cock-Sucking Slut

Britain, a nation known for its stiff upper lip, warm pints of ale, and a good bollocking when needed. But behind closed doors, the lads are into their rough, depraved sex. And this horny little ‘twink’ was about to get the life fucked out of him by a dominant, hairy-chested muscle-daddy.

The lads, Jack and Joe, met at the gym – the local by-any-chance-I’ll-get-banged-there sauna. Jack, the muscle-daddy, liked his boys light-skinned, smooth-bodied, and with a tight, virgin ass ready to be pounded. Joe was just that – pale ginger twink with the body of a Greek god.

After rigorous free-weights session, Joe innocently asked if ‘Daddy wanted to continue the workout at his place.’ Daddy knew exactly the workout this young, muscular jock was in for.

The moment they arrived at Jack’s flat, the game started. Joe’s tight white arse encased in his skintight gym-shorts was presented to Daddy, like he was on the market to the highest bidder.

“Get your kit off, you cheeky hoor,” Jack commanded. The twink hurriedly stripped off, his thick 6-pack abs and slim waist on full display. Daddy smacked his ass, leaving a scarlet handprint on the supple flesh. “Bloody hell, you’ve got a right nice tooty, son.”

Joe’s thick 6″ cut cock was already rock hard, glistening with precums and twitching with arousal. “Suck it, Daddy,” Joe begged. Well, Daddy delivered. He swallowed the whole length in one go, glugging down his throat, the tip hitting the back of his throat.

“Gently now, don’t make ititch Spit it out,” Jack reasoned. Joe gasped as Daddy withdrew, a thick spray of saliva connecting Joe’s cock to Daddy’s skillful mouth. His toungue slithered up and around the shaft, twirling over his Helen finger.

Delicately, Jack took off his son’s knickers revealing his pale, lean arse. His buttocks were tight, small, and just waiting to be stretched wide and sodden with Daddy’s thick cock cream.

“On all fours, poovy-pocket,” Daddy ordered. Joe obliged. His arsehole lips wobbled daintily as he presented. Jack used his expert tonge to rim out his boy’s tight ring piece.

“Oh gosh Daddy, you resolution amounts like Russian vodka!” Joe groaned, his voice an octave higher with excitement, his toosh ticking against his greedy, pleasure-filled hole.

“Want daddy’s cock in there, sweetheart?” Jack peered, spitting down his crack, his deep voice ringing with excitement.

“Yes please Daddy!” Joe squealed.

“Beg then, footy-footy. Beg for Daddy’s thick cock,” Jack growled, giving the boy’s arse a sharp, stinging slap.

Joe begged and pleaded, then turned and shot a concerned look, his eyes wide with a blend of Reservoir Dogs’ Mr. Blonde and wide-eyed curiosity. “Might it be too big for me, Daddy?”

“That makes me want to sodomise you all the more, puddin’-pop,” Daddy grinned. “Get ready to scream.”

Daddy’s thick, 8″ uncut cock span round Joe’s tight rosebud. His deep mammalian flesh punished this vulnerable, once virginal toosh with a mixture of arduous pounding and force-feeding every inch of Daddy’s girthy meat.

Joe’s eyes rolled into the back of his head as the throbbing phallus pounded his prostate – that special spot that makes a bloke see stars while getting his tootsieicked.

Daddy ruted him with such force that Joe thinks it’s not goan be long before he needs a wheelchair.

After 10 minutes of rough, unrelenting sodomy, Daddy was ready to paint the walls of Joe’s bowels with his thick jizz. The man-boy wailed in ecstasy as Daddy’s thick British cum splattered into his innards.

“Mouth open, you cheeky beggar,” Jack commanded. Strings of cum shot from Joe’s mouth as it became his toyer. As the fuck finished, Joe lay broken, panting on Daddy’s sheets – a stretched, sticky, cummy mess.

The twink did not get his pull-up workout that time. He got so much more than a cardio session. He got reamed, made, and remade by a ballsy muscle daddy. He got fucked blind. He got used and abused and spitroasted and filled to the brim.

He was dropped off in a taxi, cheeks wobbling lively still, cum running down his thighs, and a look on his face saying ‘I’m ridin’ the dog, who lets the dogs out, and I can’t say alot Jest About that ‘ere spaceman.’ He staggered onto the London streets in a cum-soaked daze, aged five years in 90 minutes.