Ethan shook.
“I want to ride your cock so badly. Please put it in my ass,” he begged. “Fuck me with it. God! I need to be fucked,” he whispered, his own dick dripping precum.
Well, ask and he would receive.
“I imagine you look incredible straddling this chair, and my dick, with those pretty nipple weights,” Gene said. “People are admiring what is mine.”
Ethan was well aware, and he wasn’t thinking about them. He was thinking about Gene silencing the demons of worry when it came to his overwhelming need not to be judged. When he was with him, there was no stress.
Now, there was peace.
“Please,” he whispered. “Fuck my ass!”
Oh, but now, it was time.
Pulling him down, Gene wasn’t gentle, since Ethan told him to stop protecting him. Instead, he pulled him down so fast that he was fully empaled on his thick, fat dick.
Ethan was caught off guard, and a feral shout was pulled from his lips, and he came.
His body ruptured apart, and his cum exploded from his body and painted the lounger.
And he wasn’t finished.
Gene slapped him on the ass as he reversed-cowboyed him.
“Ride me. I want the world to see my Tala and what a dirty boy he is. Tell me what you want to be,” he ordered.
Ethan was trying to catch his breath, and he couldn’t. Gene was too much for him.
“Tell me, Tala. What do you want to be?”
He got the words out.
“Your cum dumpster,” he finally said, his dick still dripping cum, and there was more to be had.
“Ride,” he demanded, giving him another slap.
Gene was in heaven. This was exactly what he wanted to see.
His dick in Ethan’s ass.
The man bounced, and the more he bounced, the hornier he got. The nipple clamps bounced and tugged at his nipples, sending shockwaves through his body.
A gay couple walked down the beach, and when they glanced over, Ethan came again from being seen.
“Oh, Tala. Keep riding, my piece of ass,” he said, knowing Ethan loved when he called him that, or fuck toy.
Somehow, he kept riding, and he took the abuse and begged for more.
“Oh, God! I need to be fucked,” he whispered, as Gene was keeping his legs spread wide, so he was on his toes as he was riding his dick.
It was a painfully difficult position to stay in, and he could see his thigh muscles working to compensate.
Someone was getting a workout.
“Keep going, Tala. We’ll see if you’re a good boy or not. I want you to cum again.”
Oh, well, that was easy.
