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Cold condensation dribbled down the glass as ice clinked together, sweet tea filling it to the brim. This was Robby’s fourth glass now, maybe? Dennis had made two large pitches the night before in preparation for the upcoming hot day, and Robby had happily guzzled down each glass that was poured for him. It was lovely, and Robby made the choice to ignore just how much sugar was in each glass let alone each pitcher. Some things were best left ignored.
They were sitting in the back yard, Dennis perched on Robby’s lap whilst the older man read aloud from his Kindle - a wonderful invention that Dennis had introduced him to on his last birthday. Thousands of books, and it was relatively easy to use once Dennis had shown him how a few times. He enjoyed reading to Dennis, in bed, in their garden, on the sofa. He especially liked it when Dennis was sitting on his lap. He liked it even more when Dennis was sat on his lap in a pair of tiny shorts that were scandalous enough to make even the biggest of sluts (Robby) blush furiously. They reminded him of the shorts camp counsellors used to watch, or the ones that everyone in silly 80s movies seems to wear. Though, they looked much better on Dennis by a mile and a half.
Taking a break, Roby took another sip from his glass. He wouldn't say that he had a particularly small bladder, but he could feel himself start to fill up, the urge to piss creeping up on him slowly but surely. He shifted slightly, watching as Dennis’s throat worked when the book took a sip from his own…noticably less full glass. The younger man set his glass down on the side table, shifting slightly on Robby’s lap, the deck chair stable underneath them both.
He moved until he was facing Robby, straddling the older man. Robby grunted softly, feeling the plug that was nestled inside him shift slightly. Dennis’s suggestion, once again.
And then, he was kissing Roby, pressing a deep kiss to his lips, tasting the sweetness of the ice cold tea on his tongue. Robby clumsily set down his mostly empty glass, his free hand coming to rest on Dennis’s hip, the other still clutching onto his Kindle. Dennis was a very amorous man, even during the colder months, but there was something about summer that seemed to have the boy always eager and raring to go. Not that Robby was complaining, no. Especially not now that Dennis had discovered his love for topping. He still loved to take Robby’s cock i every hole, but on days where Robby just couldn’t get it up, Dennis was very appy to put on his harness and fuck the older man into oblivion, until he was crying and begging for his little mutt to stop. Sometimes, Robby was sure that Dennis was in rut like an actual dog.
“Mh, baby…” Robby chuckled softly, breaking their kiss to smile up lazily at the younger man, setting his little reading tablet down. Now, both of his hands were on the man’s hips, eyes drinking in just how beautiful Dennis looked; sun kissed skin, freckled shoulders and nose, pink scars under his chest framing his pretty pierced nipples, the expanse of his relatively hairless, muscled body. He had really packed on the muscle in the last year or so, between helping out at the farm, work, and the gym with Jack, Dennis had really packed it on and Robby loved it. They had discovered recently that Dennis could pick Robby up. Fucking pick him up. “Everything okay?”
Dennis nodded slowly, his hand on Robby’s bare, fuzzy chest. The older man was in his own, more modest, set of shorts, top half bare. Wonderfully bare. “Mmhm,” He leant down, pressing soft little kisses along Robby’s cheek until he was nibbling at his jaw and…oh, running his tongue over the shell of Robby’s ear sending shivers down the man's spine. “Mh, you smell good, Daddy.” Dennis whispered, his voice twice as sweet as the tea Robby had just downed.
The older man’s cock twitched in his shorts, always so easily affected by Dennis, even when he couldn’t get hard sometimes. “Is there something that my boy wants?” Robby gently guided Dennis into another kiss, tasting the salty sweat that had fathered on his top lip.
Once again, Dennis was nodding, the slow roll of his hips answer enough. “Yeah,” he mumbled between kisses, softly biting on the older man’s bottom lip, pulling back slightly. “Want to go and sit in the sun room? I can make us another drink…and I can play with Daddy…please?”
Robby couldn’t help but laugh a little. He knew that they wouldn’t just be sitting in there, but he would entertain his sweetheart, nodding with a small smile. “Yeah, baby. Go make us a drink and Daddy will go and put some music on. Get the sofa ready.”
Before Robby had even finished speaking, Dennis was jumping up onto his feet and hurrying off inside. He smiled to himself as he hurried off upstairs before Robby could see him, shoving his little shorts down in the bedroom, quickly pulling on his harness, choosing something thick and girthy to slide into place. He took a bottle of lube with him, making it back into the kitchen without being caught by Robby. Whilst Dennis did whatever he was doing in the kitchen, Robby padded into their sun room, connecting his phone to the speakers, putting on his favourite old ‘dad’ rock playlist, setting the volume down low. He removed some of the pillows from the big sofa, groaning once again as he took a seat.
Mh, maybe should get up to piss before De-
“I’m back!” Dennis beamed, walking in with two glasses in his hands and…a thick cock bouncing between his legs. Robby was almost certain that the younger man was trying to kill him, his heart rabbiting inside his chest, throat running dry as he looked Dennis up and down slowly. All thick thighs and strong arms, fingers flexed around the glasses of water. Suddenly, Robby no longer needed to piss, reaching for the glass in Dennis’s left hand.
He took a sip, sweet alcohol running down his throat. “So,” Robby swallowed another sip, cooling himself down. “That’s why you wanted to come inside.”
The younger man nodded as he downed half of his drink in one go, and Robby briefly wondered if Dennis had alcohol in his or not. He quickly decided that he didn’t care, downing his glass all at once, far too eager for whatever was going to happen to nurse his drink. “Take those shorts off for me, Daddy. Legs spread…let me see that pretty plug,” Dennis purred, setting his glass down, slowly dropping to his knees between Robby’s legs. The older man pushed down his shorts, letting Dennis help remove them, grunting softly as they were tossed aside and forgotten about.
He barely got himself into position before Dennis was spreading his legs and pulling his ass towards the edge of the sofa, looking up at his Daddy with a hungry look in his eyes that almost frightened Robby. He would never get used to the way Dennis looked at him, the way that the younger man made him feel with just a simple gaze. How Dennis looked at him like he was the most attractive man to ever walk the earth. Robby wrapped a hand around his soft cock, lazily palming himself as Dennis kissed the inside of his thighs softly, teasingly, working his way higher and higher. Sometimes, Dennis completely ignored the older man’s cock. Sometimes, he bullied and teased, swatting the thick softness, calling it all kinds of names that made Robby’s head spin. Honestly, he hadn’t known that he was into that kind of degradation until he’d met Dennis and the phrase ‘Yeah, play with your useless clit’, had slipped out of Dennis’s mouth one drunken, passionate night.
“Love making you wear your plug,” Dennis mumbled, tapping Robby’s feet. The older man took the cue, propping them up on the sofa, spreading himself open better, hole nicely on display for Dennis, plug twitching when his hole fluttered. “Means you’re all ready for my cock whenever I want you…Still gonna eat you out first.”
Robby simply whimpered and nodded, breath catching when Dennis began slowly pulling the plug out. Teasingly, pulling and pushing, before finally pulling it out with a pornographic and humiliating pop. Robby felt his hole flutter and gape, lube dribbling obscenely, only to be caught by Dennis’s hot tongue.
The older man gasped, one hand flying to his curls quickly. “Fuck…can’t keep your mouth off Daddy, huh?” His teasing didn’t last very long, interrupted by a lewd moan as Dennis buried his tongue inside the older man’s hole, nose buried against his taint. Another thing Robby had discovered whilst being with Dennis…just how much he loved being eaten out. It was fucking amazing, and Dennis was always so eager to please and so enthusiastic with it, he couldn’t help but just lay there and let Dennis tongue fuck him until he was shaking and begging to come. Though, with the way Dennis was working him, Robby was sure that he wouldn’t be coming from this.
Dennis’s strong hands pressed against Robby’s thighs, holing his legs in place as he fucked his tongue in and out enthusiastically, letting out whorish moans. He looked up at the older man through his long lashes, fluttering them demurely, sweetly. God, it made Robby’s soft cock twitch against the plushness of his belly. Dennis was always so beautiful, even with his face buried in the older man’s ass. Once he had gotten his fill, Dennis pulled back from his task with drool covering the bottom half of his face, lips pink and kiss swollen, spread into a lazy smirk.
“Your pussy tastes so good, Daddy,” Dennis breathed, getting back onto his feet. He stood between Robby’s spread legs, gazing down at the older man as he worked a hand up and down his cock. “Should get you to suck me off…make my dick all wet and sticky…but I miss Daddy’s hole too much to wait,”
“Fuck,” Robby breathed, cheeks blooming and burning a bright red. Dirty talk was always effortless for Dennis, and no matter how many times the older man heard those filthy words, he would never get used to it. He watched through his lashes as Dennis slicked his cock up with more lube, tossing the bottle onto the sofa with a quiet hum. The room around them was starting to heat up with their passions, and Robby knew that Dennis would be sweating in no time. They both would be. It was inevitable, and exciting. “Come fuck me then, baby. Stop making Daddy wait.”
Dennis never really needed to be told once to fuck Robby, and he most certainly did not need to be told twice. He lined his cock up and slowly pushed inside with a soft moan, getting halfway inside before he needed a moment, holding himself inside of Robby. The older man whined, letting out a small grunt. Fuck, Dennis’s cock always felt so good inside of him, stretching him out like it was the first time all over again. With a small whine, Dennis’s hands moved to the back of Robby’s knees, pressing them towards the man’s chest as he pushed his cock the rest of the way inside. Filling Robby right to the brim, so deep inside that Robby was sure he could feel the younger man all the way in his stomach. It was fucking dizzying…so good that Robby had entirely forgotten about his urge to piss.
After another moment to adjust, Dennis pulled almost all the way out, before he slammed right back inside. The look of bliss that took over Robby’s face was almost enough to make Dennis come, the older man’s eyes rolling into the back of his head, mouth falling open in a lewd cry of pleasure. At the start of their relationship, Dennis had struggled to get more than a grunt from Robby. It had taken months for the man to become vocal at all. And now? Now, Dennis had Robby babbling and moaning on his cock like a cheap whore. When Robby had his cock buried in Dennis’s cunt, he was just as loud and pathetic sounding. Rambling about how good Dennis felt. How much he loved his body. Whining and moaning loudly.
“Take my cock so good, Daddy,” Dennis panted, hands gripping harder at Robby’s flesh, his nails biting into his skin. His curls fell into his face, head falling forward as his thrusts switched from slow and deep to fast and rough. He was pleasantly tipsy, warmth buzzing through him, cock throbbing in his harness. His hands slowly moved up Robby’s body until his hands were cupping the plushness of Robby’s chest, fingers pinching meanly at his nipples. “Pretty pussy feels so good~”
Robby groaned at the boy’s words, his hole clenching when Dennis pinched at his sensitive nipples. Dennis’s cock was bullying right at his prostate, and he knew for certain that he wouldn’t last long, but he wanted to. He still wasn’t hard, and Robby didn’t find himself caring. He was far too focused on the pleasure building between him and the beautiful look on Dennis’s face. Brows pinched. Mouth open as he panted and moaned, a look of dark determination in his eyes that had Robby’s heart racing.
The younger man grinned, shaking his head to push the curls from his eyes. They’d hardly even started and Dennis’s body was covered in a slick sheen of sweat, beads collecting on his forehead as the room grew hotter and hotter. “Let me…Let me hear you say it,” Dennis ground out, his thrusts sharp and firm. “Tell me how good your pretty cunt feels, Daddy.”
All things holy. Jesus Christ. Dennis and his filthy mouth was going to be the death of Michael Robinavitch, and it seemed that the younger man was making sure of that. “F-Feels so good, Baby. Fuck me so good…Daddy won’t last long- Oh, don’t stop.” Robby could hear himself babbling, ears ringing as the pleasure mounted. “Fuck, Den…fuck!”
His toes curled tightly, brows pinching together as Dennis adjusted his hips, cock hitting his prostate with more accuracy. Robby couldn’t focus on anything other than Dennis’s body and his cock, on how good he was feeling. He felt fucking dizzy with pleasure, the softness of his stomach and thighs jiggling with each intense thrust. The obscene sounds of their bodies smacking together filled the hot sun room, loud enough that Robby would worry about neighbours hearing if they had any. Dennis’s thumb pressed against his taint and Robby cried out loudly, stars sparkling across his vision, the knot in his stomach tightening intensely. He was going to come already. Oh god. If he had his wits about him, he might have it in him to be embarrassed or ashamed about being such a quick shot.
But, fuck, he barely knew his own name at that moment in time. He’d happily take Dennis’s. He’d take all of Dennis if he could. Everything and anything that the man was willing to give him, even if it hurt.
“Can feel that hole clenching,” Dennis moaned out, looking down at where his cock was drilling in and out of Robby’s puffy, messy hole. He was a mess, hair covered in white cream, leaking from all the lube Dennis had used. It was beautiful. Dennis was close himself, his cock rubbing against his harness, the lewd visual underneath him enough to get him close to the edge, too. “Such a cock slut, Daddy. F-Fuck…Oh, take it!”
It truly didn’t take much more to make Robby come, his orgasm bubbling and boiling over in an all consuming wave of pleasure. He felt a scream rip from his throat, arms up, grabbing at the sofa cushion behind him. Cock untouched, rope after rope of come painted his tummy and chest, orgasm almost never ending as Dennis continued to fuck into him brutally. The younger man leant down, suddenly burying his face in the safety of Robby’s warm, sweaty armpit, taking a greedy inhale of Robby’s musky scent. It made his head spin, more dizzying than the poppers he had only ever tried once. Providing a more intense rush than any major crisis at work.
He continued rutting his hips, pounding Robby’s hole even though the man had finished coming. Underneath him, Robby whimpered and whined. His orgasm had passed through him, and now he was consumed by an overwhelming weight in his stomach.
Very suddenly, the intense pressure returned to his bladder. He was now very aware that he had had maybe five drinks, that he was very tipsy from whatever cocktail Dennis had made him. The cock driving in and out of him wasn’t doing anything to help, only making the pressure feel more intense.
“D-Den…Den, baby,” Robby panted, shaking his head. Dennis pulled his face back from Robby’s armpit, looking down at the older man with a blissed expression on his face. “Den, y-you gotta stop…I need…”
“Need what?” Dennis panted, tilting his head down at the older man. “Spit…Spit it out.”
As if to simply torture Robby, Dennis picked up his thrusts once again. His thighs and stomach burned slightly from the effort it was taking to fuck Robby as hard and as fast as he was, but he didn’t plan on stopping any time soon. Especially not when Robby was babbling and begging underneath him. Begging Dennis to stop. Begging him to pull out. He couldn’t respond. He couldn’t string together one or two words, let alone a whole sentence.
There was no space in his head for him to beg anymore, for him to warn Dennis of what was about to happen. No. Nonononono. Robby squirmed and sobbed underneath the man, red hot tears of embarrassment running down his flushed cheeks.
Dennis’s eyes were glued to him and the look of determination in the younger man’s eyes set a spark of fear right through Robby, followed by a sick rush of arousal. It was very clear that Dennis had no intentions of stopping, and Robby knew for a fact that he wouldn’t be able to stop what was happening inside of him. He felt so entirely overwhelmed, so turned on and afraid. His brain was so fuzzy, clouded by submission and alcohol. That awful, building pleasure inside him peaked when Dennis’s hand flattened on his stomach, pressing firmly.
Oh…fuck.
Nonononono.
Another broken scream tore from Robby’s lips as hot, shameful liquid began painting his stomach, squirting from his cock intensely. With each and every thrust. Above him, Dennis moaned loudly, genuinely thrilled by the scene unfolding before him. “Oh my god! Y-Yeah, squirt for me, Daddy! Can’t…can’t believe you’re pissin’ yourself!” Dennis laughed breathlessly, hand wrapping around the base of Robby’s soft, leaky cock. The younger man rutted his hips a few more times, before his own orgasm worked its way through his body, he held himself deep inside of the older man, eyes rolling back as his body trembled. He felt himself sway a little with the intensity of it all, leaning down to press a heated kiss to Robby’s open mouth, spitting onto his tongue when he pulled back, leaving the older man stunned. Dennis truly couldn’t believe that that had happened. He had fucked Robby through overstimulation before, and sure…maybe he had fed the older man drink after drink as an experiment of sorts, but he hand’texpected his desired outcome to actually happen! He honestly didn’t expect to love it so much, either. The idea had excited him a lot, but seeing it actually happen? God, it was fucking magical.
Slowly, with a soft groan from both men, Dennis pulled his cock free. He smacked it over Robby's soft, spent cock with a small sigh, listening to the obscene sounds of their sticky bodies connecting.
“Fucking Christ, Dennis.” Robby huffed, running a trembling hand through his hair. Their bodies were entirely covered by sweat now, Robby’s stomach painted with a mixture of piss and come. He wasn’t going to admit just how hot he had found it. How much he had enjoyed coming undone for Dennis in that way. How much he loved being humiliated like that. How badly he wanted to see Dennis in that sort of position, too, covered in his own piss as he sobbed.
God. Dennis and his ability to give Robby new kinks…it had to be studied.