The golf cart’s humming as you and your lover drive over the huge stretches of grass. You look over at Tom as he’s driving - his brown, messy hair being brushed aside and the tee is being held in his mouth. He’s wearing a light blue polo shirt, with the sleeves doing their best to contain his biceps. Then he wore these baggy, grey pants and a pair of white trainers. He looked handsome as ever. You notice a slight glisten of sweat on his forehead from the warm weather and exercise.
“Are you enjoying yourself, then?” You ask, placing a hand on his knee. “Are you kidding? Spending my birthday playing golf with my boyfriend? Best birthday ever.” Tom grins, taking the tee out of his mouth and putting it away. “Awh good. Only the best for you. If there’s anything I can do to make it even better, just lemme know.” You tell him before leaning over and kissing his cheek. “Well… I'll be honest, watching you in this golf outfit and you swinging the clubs… It's making me really horny.” Tom admits, blushing slightly. “Really?” You blush, too. “Yeah. Do you have any idea how good your ass looks in those trousers?” Tom half laughs. “Do you have any idea how good your body looks in that polo?” You flirt back, your hand running up his muscular thigh. “Fuck… Let’s find some shade.” Tom mutters. By the time the golf cart goes under the shade of the trees, your hand is squeezing Tom’s hardening cock. You can feel his entire length in the palm of your hand as he lets out soft groans. The cart comes to a full stop and the moment it does, Tom cups your face and pulls you into a desperate kiss. You both passionately make out, hands running all over each other’s bodies - feeling each other through the barrier of clothing. “Let’s make this quick...” Tom growls as you pull the polo shirt over his head, exposing his ripped, muscular body. His big pecs, defined abs and erect nipples were out in the open as his shirt was thrown to the back of the cart. “Whatever you prefer, birthday boy.” You smirk before straddling his lap. He pulls you into another hungry kiss, gripping your hair with one hand and squeezing your ass with his other. Your tongues playfully dance together but he gets more and more impatient. “Get out.” He commands you, his lustful eyes looking into yours. You do as he asks and dismount, stepping onto the grass and he quickly follows. He immediately grips the bottom of your shirt and pulls it up over your head. He throws it away before gripping your shoulder and gently pushing you down to your knees. Your eyes become level with the throbbing tent. “You turn me on so much, baby.” Tom says as he unbuttons and unzips the baggy pants. They easily fall to his ankles, leaving him in just a pair of navy blue Calvin Kleins. You can see it stretching as it tries to contain the hard meat that’s desperate to break free. Like a magnet, your mouth is drawn to it. You inhale the musky, sweaty scent from the cotton, making your own erect cock throb. “Yeaaaah, you want it bad, huh?” Too smirks. “You wanna taste it, darling?” You nod in response, licking his warm shaft through the navy barrier. “Then you better unwrap my present for me.” He tells you, cheekily. A chill runs through your spine, despite the hot weather. You hook your fingers over the waistband of his boxer briefs and pull them down, freeing his delicious manhood. It stands proudly with the foreskin wrapped around his pink, mushroom tip. Your breath is shaky as you reach up and wrap your fingers around the base, pulling back the foreskin and exposing the tip. Your mouth is salivating, while he’s biting his bottom lip in anticipation. Finally, you open your lips and take the head of his cock into your mouth. “Awwwwwh yeaaaah…” Tom moans as the cock disappears further and further into your mouth. “That’s it, baby… You know what I like…” He groans as he grips your hair. You begin to bob your head back and forth on his rod, already drooling around the shaft as you attempt to take the whole thing. You can’t help but choke as your nose brushes against his short but wild, sweaty pubes. “Fuck yeah, that’s so hot… Make it nice and wet, darling… Fuck, I’m gonna fuck you so good…” Tom grunts as you continue going back and forth on his cock. It gets to a point where neither of you care if you get caught - nothing will stop you. “Fuck… Fuck, I need to fuck you now.” Tom decides, pulling your aching jaw from his shaft. “Get on your back.” Tom commands, brushing his messy curls away from his eyes as he looks down at you. Without hesitation, you do as the newly 25 year old does. You feel the soft grass against your bare back as Tom goes down to his knees in front of you. He doesn’t say anything, his hands just immediately begin fumbling at the button of your pants, undoing them. You instinctively lift your ass so he can pull them and your underwear straight off of your legs. The two of you are left completely naked in the shade of the golf course, but you barely have a moment to process it before he’s on top of you, attacking your lips with his own. You both softly moan into each other’s mouths as your hard cocks rub against one another. Your arms are wrapped around his muscular body as he’s humping you. Your legs wrap around his waist and soon, he’s aiming his cock between your cheeks, all the while he’s still kissing you hard enough to make your lips swell. “You ready, baby?” He whispers, breaking off your lips only to start kissing at your neck instead. “Fuck yeah.” You shudder, desperate to feel him inside you. “You sure?” Tom smirks into your ear, knowingly. “Please! Please fuck me!” You beg, gripping the back of his hair. “Don’t be too loud now. Don’t want to get caught, do we? Or do we?” Tom continues to whisper, whilst the tip of his cock continues to tease your entrance. Soon, you feel him entering you - penetrating your ass. His inches sink further and further inside you, making you claw at his muscular back. “Fuckkkkkk…” You hiss as he goes balls deep, whilst he’s still kissing and nipping at your neck. “You got this baby…” Tom whispers before pulling his hips back and thrusting forwards. You moan out and arch your back as you feel his entire cock slide back into you at an aggressive force. “Argh fuck yeah! Ohhh fuck, this is what I wanted…” Tom grunted, continuing to thrust back and forth. The pain is overwhelming the pleasure as Tom’s glistening body continues slamming into you, letting you feel every inch grind against your insides while he’s grunting into your ear. He’s only fucking you harder and harder as you moan into his shoulder, feeling his balls slapping against your skin as he’s ploiwing into you right out in the open. “Pinch my nipples baby. Do it! Pinch them.” Tom instructs you before his lips crash against yours. As he hungrily makes out with you, you do as he asked and run your hands down his bouncing pecs before taking his pink, erect nipples between your fingers. You squeeze, pinch and rub against his raw nubs as he moans and grunts into your mouth. You can tell he’s getting closer and closer as his breathing is getting more rapid and his thrusts are becoming more sporadic. “Oh fuckkk… Fuck that’s so hot… I’m gonna cum inside you, baby…” Tom moans, breaking off your lips and pressing his forehead against yours. He knows you want it, he doesn’t even question it - he’s bred you enough times. But he likes to watch your eyes light up in excitement when he tells you. He kisses at your nose and forehead as he gets closer and closer, clearly unable to think straight. You’re feeling your own climax getting closer and closer as well at just the sight of Tom’s hot body gyrating into you. His moans get louder and louder as his face scrunches up and buries into your neck. Then finally, he lets out a loud grunt. “Arrrrgh fuck!! Fuck! Mmmmm, fuck yeah, baby! Ohhhh god…” Tom blurts out as he buries his cock as deep inside of you. You can feel it twitching inside of you as the tip of his cock erupts. You can feel his hot seed flooding your hole. It coats your walls and his shaft as he continues to grunt and moan against your neck, with his body shuddering against you. When he finishes though, he reaches down and wraps his fingers around your cock. His face is pink as he’s catching his breath, but using your precum, he begins jacking you off anyway. He doesn’t wait. He immediately pumps it fast, clearly determined to bring you to your orgasm. “Cum. Cum for me, darling… Drench yourself and give me my birthday frosting.” Tom says, unable to stop himself from cringing at his own dirty talk, making you giggle too. But it doesn’t kill the sexual mood - not in the slightest. He’s literally dripping in sweat. Your back arches as you feel the orgasm finally rush through your body, from head to toe. You let out a long, erotic, whimpering moan where you try to speak English but nobody would be able to understand it. Cum sprays from the tip of your cock as it splatters all over your body, along with Tom’s. It hits beneath his pecs before it cakes the majority of your stomach. Your body spasms and shudders beneath his as he strokes you through your orgasm, all the while he’s looking into your eyes. When you finish, Tom leans down and with his pink tongue, scoops up the thick goop on your body. He gulps it down before finally collapsing into the grass next to you. You both lay there, panting heavily in the cool shade, now quite glad nobody caught you. Your body is damp in sweat and you genuinely think about dipping into the golf court’s pond to cool off. “Well… That’s the best birthday fuck any girlfriend or boyfriend’s ever given me.” Tom chuckles, rolling onto his side and looking at you with his big puppy-dog brown eyes. You can’t quite believe he was the horny animal minutes ago. “That’s high praise.” You blush. “Ehhh, I always knew you’d knock it out of the park… Or course, should I say.” Tom smirks, jokingly before leaning in and giving you a kiss. “Now, lemme clean you up so we can get dressed and not get arrested or put on a million articles.” Tom scoffs before leaning in to lick up the rest of his ‘birthday frosting’.
0 Comments
Featuring:Bruce is homeless and desperate to get enough money to return to the USA. He soon faces no other choice, but to fuck for money... Bruce was hungry, weak and almost naked as he begged for money on the streets of Guatemala. After his rampage at the factory, Bruce couldn't remember much. He woke up in a forest, naked except for a pair of ripped, baggy, brown pants. It was looking dire, and simply asking for money wasn't going to be enough - especially if he wants to make it to the states. So one evening as the sun was getting low, Bruce found himself on a street corner that he knew was next to a brothel and just waited. He was still just wearing his baggy, brown pants with no shirt on, his hairy, sexy body bare and exposed. Men and women were coming in and out as Bruce just hoped somebody would take the hint. Finally, almost an hour and a half later, a latin couple came over. A man with an open buttoned shirt and shorts, then a woman with a simple yellow dress - Bruce could tell she wasn't wearing anything underneath from the hard nipples showing through the fabric.
“I think we found one.” The man smirked. “Mmmm, I want this white slut.” The woman purred, biting her bottom lip. “Just give me money and I'll do whatever you want.” Bruce offered. The couple exchanged excited smirks. “Then you’d better follow us.” The man told him. It’s a sunny day on set. It was an outdoors shoot, meaning a lot of standing out in the sun, waiting around for sets to be prepared, cameras being adjusted and practical effects being prepared. As Tom’s personal assistant, it was your job to make sure he was happy and comfortable, including getting his coffee orders. You come over, seeing Tom in the main lot, around the different cars and vans. He’s shirtless, glistening in sweat and wearing a pair of low riding shorts. The curve of his ass catches everybody’s eye, but not as much as his defined abs, pecs and v-line. Even his bulge was easy on the eyes.
“Awwh, you legend. Thanks, babe.” Tom beams as you approach him. Being his significant offer definitely made checking him out easier. “I’m so tired today, I needed some caffeine.” He chuckles, collecting the cup from your hands. “No problem. Need anything else?” You ask. “Umm… There is one thing.” Tom says, looking somewhat sheepish. He wraps an arm around your shoulders and begins guiding you away from the surrounding coworkers. “Why do I feel like this isn't going to be something as simple as reading lines with you?” You scoff as he brings you round to the back of a trailer. It wasn't his. “You know me so well.” Tom smirks, giving your cheek a kiss. You’re in the shade of the trailer as he takes a drink from his coffee. You can see his Adam's apple bob as he gulps it down, whilst sweat beads also drip down his chest. “You sure you don't want anything to cool yourself down?” You chuckle. “Yeah, I'll definitely need some ice after you suck me off.” Tom scoffs. “Oh really?” You laugh at his bluntness. “You okay with that, darling? I just… I'm getting horny and these shorts are really revealing and I would really love it if Spider-Man getting a boner wasn't leaked to the press.” He pouts, running a finger tip down your chest. “Tom… You really didn't have to convince me.” You assure him, before leaning in and kissing him. You can taste the coffee on his lips but you don't care. He passionately kisses you back as he wraps his arms around your waist - still holding his coffee. Your tongues intertwine and you soon feel his hardon grow in his shorts, and prod your abdomen. You both smirk into each other’s mouths as you feel the sexual hunger grow within yourselves. Finally, he breaks off. His eyes are twinkling, despite fuelled by lust. “Get on your knees.” He whispers, his lips not an inch away from yours. “You got it, boss.” You smile before pecking his mouth once more. You kiss down his neck, leaving a trail of kisses down his glistening chest. His breathing is heavy as you go even lower, kissing down the defined lines of his abs, before finally sinking to your knees. Your knees will definitely bruise against the concrete, but you don't care. Your fingers hook around his shorts and the pair of red boxer briefs beneath, before pulling them down his muscular thighs. They easily dropped to floor, releasing his beautiful cock. Your nose was filled with the scent of his musk - clearly he’d been sweating in those fabric confines for a long time. “God, I've wanted this since this morning.” Tom whimpers, his cock standing before you. “I blew you this morning as well.” You chuckle, wrapping your fingers around the base and giving it a stroke. “Mmmmm, and? Not like I ever stopped thinking about it.” Tom chuckles. “C’mon, I wanna make this quick before people start wondering where I've gone.” He tells you. So, you wrap your lips around the head of his cock, and swallow as much as you can. “Mmmmmm yeaaaaaah… That’s it, darling.” Tom groans. Your nose nestles into his trimmed pubes before you begin moving your head back and forth, letting your boyfriend’s manhood slide in and out of your throat - something you've grown quite skilled at. “Fuck yeah. Mmm baby, that’s so good.” Tom purrs, rolling his head back and gripping your hair. He takes another sip of his coffee as you continuously suck on his inches, feeling it throb in your cheeks as you look up at his defined body. He’s breathing heavily as he feels the anticipated sensations he had been thinking about all day. You hold him by his thighs as you let your tongue glide up and down his shaft, feeling the texture of his veins against it as he moans above you. “Oh yeah, swallow it all, baby. Fuck… I love it.” Tom groans, gently moving his hips back and forth. “Finger me.” He tells you, taking hold of your wrist and guiding your hand closer to his ass. Your fingertip soon pushes through his entrance, the hole you’d often share with his brothers. “Yeah, that’s it, baby. Fuck my hole.” Tom mutters as you move your digit up and down between his cheeks, feeling his tight, warm tunnel squeeze your finger. He keeps checking to make sure nobody’s coming, though at this point you were both far too deep to quickly stop. “Argh fuck yeah… Shit, you’re so good.” Tom moans, still holding his cup of coffee as you slide a second digit into his ass. You can taste the precum leaking out of his cock as you continue to suck your boyfriend off, inhaling his sweat as his voice cracks from the sheer pleasure. “Fuck it.” He finally says. The coffee cup falls to the floor, a couple feet away. It spills onto the concrete but Tom doesn't care. He grips your hair with both hands and begins thrusting into your mouth. “Fuck! Fuck yeah, take it! I'm gonna cum down your pretty mouth, but don't swallow a drop. You’re gonna feed it back to me, got it?” He grunts, his balls slapping against your chin as your fingers continue to try and finger him, despite his round ass now thrusting faster. You nod on his cock, assuring him that you’ll do as he says, like the obedient boyfriend and employee you are. “Yeah, you want that? You wanna share my cum? Fuck, you’re so hot!” Tom growls and grunts as he continues to fuck your mouth. Finally, he can't hold back longer. His knees buckle and he bites his lip, hoping to muffle his moans of ecstasy as the tip of his cock erupts inside your mouth. You do your best to block your throat off, as load after load fills your cheeks. It even begins to leak out the corners of your mouth, just as his webshooters cease fire. When he’s finally finished, his cock slips out your mouth and your fingers slither out of his hole. You quickly get onto your feet and without hesitation, Tom’s lips crashed against yours. You let the cum gush from your mouth into his as you both hungrily make out. You moan into each other's mouths as you pass the cum back and forth. Finally, he breaks off, with still most of his own cum in his mouth. Then he reaches down and begins unbuttoning your shorts. You barely have time to react before they fall to the floor, along with your underwear. Your cock springs out, hard as rock. Then, he dribbles the cum from his mouth, making sure it lands on your shaft. “What’re you doing?” You mutter before he wraps his fingers around your cock and begins pumping it, using his own cum as the lubricant. “Like I could ever let you go without making you cum too.” He says with an naughty smirk. He's stroking fast, making your legs already begin to tremble. “That’s it darling, don't hold back.” Tom encourages you, your foreheads pressing together. You're looking into his big brown eyes, feeling his breath against your face as you place a hand on his chest, squeezing his pec. “Cum all over my body and you can clean it off. You want that? You wanna run your tongue all over my abs after you soak me in your seed?” Tom whispers, his voice only just louder than the fapping beneath you. You’re unable to hold back any longer. Your face buried into his shoulder as your knees buckle this time. You moan into his neck as you begin shooting your own rounds, splattering Tom’s body from his chest down to his thighs. “Argh fuck yeah! Cover me in it! Fuck!” Tom praises you as you experience the intense orgasm. You’re still panting into his neck before he takes your hair and guides you towards the mess you made. You eagerly lap up your own cum, licking it off his tits, slurping it from his abs and gulped down the remaining drops, dribbling down his legs. All the while, he’s licking the cum off of his hand, a mix of his own and yours. When you’re finally finished, you pull his shorts back up for him. “God, I love you.” He says, dreamily, looking into your eyes as he cups your face. “I love you too.” You smile. “I mean it though.” He insists before pulling you in for another kiss. This one feels more intimate and passionate though. He holds you close as you both affectionately make out behind the trailer. “Tom?!” A voice calls out. You both break off and look over to see Harry, who had just come round the corner. “Awh fuckkkk, did I miss it?” He whines, quickly putting two and two together. “Don't worry, Harry. I'm sure you two will find some time together when I'm filming.” Tom chuckles, giving my ass a quick spank. “I better. Still need some payback after how hard he fucked me in the shower last night.” Harry scoffs. “Anyway, the stunt coordinator needs you.” He tells his brother. “Alright fine. Tell him I'll be right there.” Tom says. So as Harry leaves, Tom looks you dead in the eyes, with the sweetest smile. “Thank you.” He says, before one last kiss... Featuring:Prince Jordan has an argument with his father about his future spouse, which ends in some fucking in the fountain. Prince Jordan was a beautiful young man. He was skinny yet muscular with defined pecs and a body he wasn't afraid to flaunt. He was wearing a light blue satin crop top that showed off his abs, baggy pants and golden earrings, then a necklace with a sparkling sapphire. All the Princesses wanted him, but unfortunately the feelings were never mutual. He was sitting on the edge of their beautiful fountain, gently running his fingertips through the water.
“He is the rudest prince I've ever met!” The latest princess screamed as she ran out of the beautiful courtyard they had met in - through a large set of doors. “I'm so sorry!” Jordan heard his Dad apologise before bursting through the doors. He was a large man with a sexy beard. He could be a bit ignorant at times but in fairness - he was still doing a decent job at running a kingdom. He wore a big white turban that had a blue feather with a red jewel. He wore white royal robes with golden lining and a golden sash with indigo stripes going across his waist. “Are you fucking serious, Jordan?!” The Sultan, also known as Winston, barked as he stormed over. “For once can you lock that cat of yours in a fucking room while you meet one of these princesses?” He complained, gesturing towards Jordan’s most treasured companion - Rajah the tiger. Although scary, he was very loyal to Jordan. But he was also very protective, willing to chase away any Princess he wanted. “Rajah did nothing wrong, Father. He clearly knew she wasn't right for me… Y'know because of the whole ‘boobs’ situation.” Jordan reminded The Sultan. “For God’s sake, how many times do I have to tell you. You have to marry a princess, no matter if you're gay or not. The royal bloodline must continue.” The Sultan groaned, rubbing his temples. “There's other ways! I heard that there’s a kingdom that does surrogates? Or we could adopt, I mean, who cares about this whole bloodline thing?” Jordan reasoned. “Every single one of your ancestors! Not to mention it's the law!” The Sultan reminded him, sitting down beside the prince. “Urgh… I hate this. I hate being trapped in this palace - in these walls. It's not fair, I wanna be free!” Jordan complained. “But… But why? You have anything you need, a library, a pool, a beautiful garden!” “But I wanna be able to leave, Father. I want to be able to meet our people, talk to them.” Jordan insisted. “Son… I love you. But being Prince means there are rules and you must be protected. Ever since your mother died… I promised I'd look after you. This is the best way.” The Sultan continued, cupping Jordan’s face. “I love you, son.” “I love you too, Father.” Jordan sighed before the two leaned in to kiss. Featuring:We meet Aladdin who manages to escape the clutches of the royal guards and rewards himself with Drew the street monkey's dick. “Stop thief!” A guard yells the next morning in the streets of Agrabah. A young street urchin named Aladdin was desperately trying to steal a simple loaf of bread. As many of the men and women of Agrabah have noticed, Aladdin is very handsome for a street rat. With a muscular yet skinny body, broad shoulders and curly dark hair with deep chestnut eyes - it's hard not to stare. As a poor kid, his clothes are limited. He walked barefoot and wore just a sleeveless purple vest that showed off his abs in a way Aladdin was secretly proud of. He also wore a pair of extremely baggy, cream coloured pants with a few patches he had used to cover rips and holes. A red fez also sat on his head of curls - a signature look all the admirers loved. As mentioned, he was running away from the palace guards who were trying to stop him from stealing… again.
“I'll have your head for a trophy, street rat!” One of the guards threatened, holding out a sword, on the other side of a rooftop, thinking they had cornered Aladdin. They wore turbans with yellow sashes, black armour and white royal pants. “All this just for a loaf of bread?” Aladdin sighed before leaping off of the rooftop. He fell into a street of Agrabah, grabbing a washing line on the way so he could swing down, though he still ended up falling onto the ground in a thud. But, he still had his loaf of bread, which was all he really cared about. “YOU WON’T GET AWAY SO EASY!” A guard yelled from the roof he came from. “I dunno, seemed pretty easy to me.” Aladdin said, winking at a couple girls and boys nearby. “THERE HE IS! DON’T LET HIM GET AWAY!” Another Palace guard shouted, appearing at the other end of the street along with a couple others. “Oh fuck!” Aladdin muttered before he burst into a sprint, going down an alley, but was quickly blocked off by another guard. Urgently taking a plank of wood off the floor, Aladdin used it to counter the attacker and bashed the guard’s sword from his hand. Aladdin hurriedly climbed up a tower of barrels, out of reach. “Can't you guys just appreciate I'm broke?!” Aladdin said, cockily, before kicking the barrels down, making them crash into the oncoming guards. “Riff raft!” “Street rat!” They yelled after Aladdin as he climbed some scaffolding. “It's just a little snack!” Aladdin insisted, standing on top of a teetering tower of construction. “Rip him open and take it back!” Another guard spat, trying to shake the wobbly structure Aladdin stood on. Aladdin quickly managed to jump off, swinging on a wooden beam before leaping through a window. It just so happened to be the Agrabah gay brothel that was filled with men Aladdin had met before. Rugs and beds were everywhere, along with some convoluted sexy mechanisms. “You bottoming today, Aladdin, or are you running away from another crime?” Charles Melton, one of Aladdin’s regulars asked, completely naked and being sucked off by Joivan Wade - another regular. “Unfortunately the latter… Gotta eat to live, gotta steal to eat, I’ll tell you all about it when I got the time!” Aladdin blurted out as he ran past the various people fucking, before jumping through another window and landing back down in the street. “THERE HE IS!” A guard yelled, appearing with some more friends down the end of the road. Aladdin ran and ran until more guards appeared in front of him. “Let's not be too hasty!” Aladdin tried, as they backed him up against a door. “Hey tasty.” It opened, revealing an old flame of Aladdin’s. “Oh… Hi Mike Colter.” Aladdin said, seeing the huge, muscular, shirtless man. “Need a hand?” He asked. “Please!” So, Colter picked Aladdin off the ground and threw him up so he could leap over the guards, doing flips in the air until he landed behind them, rolling into a run. After sprinting past a couple more blocks, Aladdin found a large building with stairs circling the perimeter of it and quickly sprinted up the tower. Somehow the guards knew what he was doing because a couple of them cut him off halfway, but not just before a window. Aladdin jumped through, running past an elderly couple fucking in the doggy position. “Never too old, I say!” Aladdin chuckled, grabbing a rug on the way. “Now all I gotta do is juuuump!” He said before jumping through the second window. He held the rug above his head like a parachute and used it to glide downwards into an alleyway, finally losing the guards. |
About MeI write tons of smut based on TV shows, movies, comics and celebrities. Whether you want a series about Riverdale or an exclusive escort, there'll always be something you'll enjoy! Categories
All
|