Beg Len to cum up your hole.
From Create Your Own Story
"Please!" you can barely gather the breath around Len's piston-fucking of your ass, "Please! Cum in me!" Beside you, you hear Tristan whimper again, but you can't help it - you want this so bad!
"Alright, you fuckin' pussy boy, here it comes!" Len growls, and his hands bite painfully into your waist. He jackhammers you, ramming his cruel curved dick into your hole with a series of thrusts that leaves you letting out one, long, ongoing cry until you gutter, out of breath. A moment later, Len bellows, and you feel the hot rush of his load fill your battered ass - it soothes as much as it burns, and you gasp from the heat of it.
"Happy fucking birthday, boy," the stud laughs. "No returning that gift." Then, with no fanfare, he pulls out of your ass and shoves you hard. You tip sideways onto the couch, rolling onto your side.
"Clean it up, fuckboy," Len says, smacking Tristan hard across the back of his head. Tristan bows for a moment, then scampers around - his dick is rock hard - and he starts to swallow Len's thick, spunk-covered dick. Tristan reaches for his own dick with one hand and jerks himself furiously, his own load spraying onto his stomach while Len looms over him and force-feeds him his sticky cock. You grip your own dick and jerk off while Len's load starts to leak from your sore ass onto the couch.
You come, feeling your balls unload what feels like the biggest spray you've ever had, and lean back on the couch, exhausted.
A few minutes later, Len pulls his now-clean dick from Tristan's mouth and gives him a shove on the chest, knocking him back onto the couch.
"Get dressed," he says to you, and you rise and obey even though your ass is still leaking cum and it feels like you've been fucked inside out. Len tugs on his own clothes languidly, barely seeming to be tired at all, though he's sweaty and the scent of the stocky stud is palpable in the room. He looks at Tristan.
"I know where you live," he says. "I'll knock you up next time."
Tristan just nods, glassy eyed and stunned.
Len wraps one heavy arm around your shoulder and leads you out of Tristan's house, back to his truck.
"Gotta say, boy - hope it was a birthday you'll remember."
You nod, not trusting yourself to breathe.
He laughs. "Good. Not often I find a couple of pretty boys who want some dirty cum rammed home right."
You get in the truck, his words echoing in your head. "What?"
He looks at you, amused. "I knocked you up, boy."
You shake your head.
He laughs. "Jesus, boy. Don't you know the lingo you were using? You asked for a gift. You took my dick raw..." He laughs, shaking his head. "Like I said, that's one gift you don't get to return. Happy fucking birthday."
As what he says sinks in, your stomach starts to clench in tight knots.
Definitely a birthday you'll never forget.
(The End)
