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Learning that his uncle Angus was nothing more than some beefed up cock hungry hole that needed to be filled at all times was like unearthing some kind of deep, life changing, family secret. If Anthony had any say in the matter, though, it wasn't going to remain a secret for much longer. People deserved to know what Angus was really like; that he was such a desperate cock pig that he even let his own nephew make him his bitch.
Digging his fingers into the ample flesh of the older man's backside, pulling his cheeks apart to give himself more access as he tongue-punched and devoured the man's hole, the sounds he was able to draw out of the older man were like music to his ears. Eventually, reaching around him, Anthony let his hands roam forward to grope and fondle Angus's package while also using this grip on him to pull the hulking man back even more; further smothering himself between the man's cheeks. Laid out beneath him, already naked, there was no hiding Anthony's 10 inch erection as it bounced against his abdomen; rigid and ready to sink into Angus.
“Going to make you my bitch?” He teasingly questioned as he let his head fall back so he could catch his breath. “You already are my bitch, you're moaning and mewling like a common whore just from my tongue.” Giving the man's backside a hard, sharp spank with his right hand, he replaced his tongue with a few teasing prods with the index finger and middle finger on his left hand. “Admit it.” Anthony spoke in a firm tone as he added a third finger and began to spread them out and scissor the digits inside of Angus. “Admit you're already my bitch and, if you beg nicely, I might give you my cock that you're so desperate for.”
muse: angus plot: good old fashioned old sub/young dom - bonus points if they're leaner than angus!! open to: tops suggested connections: cousins, uncle/nephew, step-father/step-son, dad's best friend/best friend's son, mechanic/customer
Nobody ever expected that the town's mechanic, all brawn with the charm of an actor, would be the town's biggest dick pig. Many had tried to go for his cock when flirting for him, mistaking him as being some dom man who wanted nothing more than to sink his piece into a hole and ravage them. The contrary, however, was rather true and those who were close to Angus in that way knew all about it. That was part of the thrill of it for the older man; nobody expected the hugely muscled, hung and handsome man to be the sluttiest bottom around.
Well, not if they didn't see him in his true habitat. Clad in a jockstrap that hugged his ass nicely, the man pushed back against the younger boy's face, eager to feel his tongue even deeper in his hole. His hands had long since found their home at his own tits, squeezing them and flicking his nipples for the overload of pleasure he often craved. At some point, the younger's hands had begun to alternate from clutching at his cheeks to fondling his clothed crotch, leaving him a babbling, moaning mess.
"That's it kid," he managed through moans, voice gruff. "Get me fuckin' ready for that cock." He looked behind him and smirked. "Gonna make me your bitch, right?"
In a shocking twist of events, Taylor actually went to his classes today. It had nothing to do with actually wanting to attend and, more so, with doing whatever he had too in order to convince his professors not to fail him. Most of them were an easy buy out-- all it took was either giving them an invite to the next party, which was a bit sad when you thought about it, or texting Hammond to send them a couple thousand dollars. Andy was different. At least, Taylor had a different plan for him.
"It's no secret you're my favorite teacher," Taylor smiled, his arms crossing over his chest as he spoke just so he could purposefully flex his biceps as he looked down at the older, seated man. "--and it's obvious I'm one of your favorites with the way you're always looking at me," he teased, "so I'm hoping you can help me out? I need you to change my grade. I need, at minimum, a B." He was not surprised when Andy told him he couldn't just change his grade, that it wouldn't be fair. The student expected this.
Reaching up, the boy yawned and stretched his arms out causing his tank-top to slip up and reveal some of his midsection before he let his arms fall to settle at his side again. Smoothing out the front of his shirt to make himself look decent again, Taylor then nonchalantly gripped his bulge with his right hand and gave it an obvious squeeze. "How about I earn that new grade with some extra credit? It could be a win win for both of us. I've seen how you look at me... you give me the grade I want, and I'll give you what you want. My cock."
Moving around the man's desk so they were on the same side, Taylor stepped closer so he was standing beside Andy as he gave his bulge another squeeze and shook it lightly; looking down on his teacher with a devious smile. "Come on, teach. I'm not even hard yet and you already look like you're about to start drooling. All you have to do is change my grade," his voice lowered as he reached down to grab one of Andy's hands to lift it, making his teacher cup his bulge himself. "--and all this is yours. I know you want it…"
OPEN TO YOUNGER TOPS!
(Froy, Vince Mattis, J. bassett, K. Connor, etc. Young fc) Give me Dom top douche fratboys in general lol.
Kinks for this thread: Large age gap, Young Dom/Old Sub, humiliation, degradation, etc.
DO NOT LIKE MY STARTER IF YOU DO NOT PLAN TO REPLY.
Andy finished his biology class as soon as the bell rang; luckily, his class was the last of the day. So his students were free to leave while he remained seated at his desk to receive and review their work. In a few minutes, the room was almost empty, with the exception of a single student, who approached when everyone left, and soon, he had him in front of his desk.
“What can I do for you, my dear boy?” Andy asked as he looked at his student. Andy wasn't going to lie; he had watched this boy many times with lustful eyes, the way he always wore tank tops to show off his big biceps and his armpits. The boy had a good body, or so it showed under his tank tops. And his bulge, many times he had caught his student's gaze on his ass, even if the man didn't turn around.
Many times he had felt that penetrating gaze on his thick fat ass or his prominent chest. Andy's muscular, hairy body made his shirts look like a second skin, bringing out his huge, round, meaty pecs coming to look like a nice pair of tits. Hearing what his student said, Andy sighed softly. “I'm afraid that's not possible. I can't change your grade. It wouldn't be fair to your classmates who did make an eff..”
However, Andy was caught mid-sentence as he watched the boy begin to touch his bulge in front of him and heard him utter an unseemly proposition. “Boy, what... What you're saying... It's not right, ok? I'm... I'm your professor and you...” Andy was trying to resist, but it was as if his eyes couldn't take his eyes off that huge bulge.
"Oh, hey, that's pretty cool of you to do but unfortunately I think your professor set you up for failure." Taylor explained. "Now, I'm not saying anything bad about your professor personally-- I love everyone on staff here, and think our school has some of the best professor's around," that was definitely scripted, "but everyone on staff knows we aren't allowed to have any guests right now, or really have anyone around that isn't a member because of the whole probation thing. That's why I can't let you in. Under normal circumstances I would just get out of the way and let you do whatever you want but, like I said, rules are rules."
"--and, hey, I get that it's a bit of a weird way to get into the fraternity but our pledges go through way worse to get inducted into the frat. Put yourself in their shoes. You would be upset if one of your brothers, one of the dudes you're supposed to rely on and look up too, let's some random guy in because he's just being a good classmate without having to do anything. It just-- it wouldn't be fair, and I don't want to be disrespectful to them." That was one hell of a way to twist it.
"So, yeah, you're either going to have to suck me off so I can make you a temporary member or you'll just have to go back to your professor and tell her you couldn't do what she asked. Oh, wait," clicking his tongue against his teeth, he nodded as he remembered the other option. "I mean no one goes this route but we are allowed to have people buy in rather than pledge and rush and all that. You just have to pay the first year's dues up front rather than getting to pay it off over the year. Right now, last time I checked, that winds up equaling... $7000. So if you don't want to suck me off you can pay me. I can take cash or card."
Adam frowned as he was held up at the door to the frat, holding a set of papers he'd copied, along with the notebook that his lab partner in his class had left behind after dipping out of class due to not feeling well. "Yeah but... our professor asked me to bring this stuff to him," he said, holding up everything he held in his hands. Did the fraternity do something that bad that they couldn't have guests or anything inside? "She asked me to go over some complicated stuff...," he mumbled.
Suddenly his face flushed as he looked up, thinking maybe there was actually a way he could do that. "What? You want me to... what?" he flushed even redder at the thought. "That's not... you don't do that to get in the frat," he said, with a frown, biting his lower lip. It wasn't like the fraternity brother wasn't attractive. But Adam couldn't just go off giving blowjobs just to give notes to someone. "There has to be another way,"
