Good Old Boy's Club [Part 1] - Sex Stories

Good Old Boy's Club [Part 1]

... lip-biting. Jack sucked a harsh bite into the side of his neck and Oliver whimpered. “Your blush ,” Jack snarled, his voice low and thorny from the alcohol, “How far does it go down?” In response, Olly moaned articulately, and allowed his thin white shirt to be ripped in pieces. This probably wouldn’t have worked if the tank top in question hadn’t been roughly the width of paper; honestly, it made him feel sexy. Jack scraped his teeth against Oliver’s collarbones and then pressed searing, open-mouthed kissed down his chest and across one pectoral. Olly’s breath hitched in his throat and he bit his fist to keep from moaning indecently. Jack paused, and pulled the hand out of Oliver’s mouth. He pressed it hard against the deep pile rug, pinning both wrists above his head. “I want to hear you,” he commanded. The order sent a delicious little shiver up Olly’s spine, and he obeyed without a word. The older man rubbed the bulge in Oliver’s jeans, teasing the zipper. “Should these come off?” he asked playfully. “Please,” Oliver said, not liking the desperate whine that had crept into his voice. His hips inched upwards into the warm curve of Jack’s hand. Either Jack wanted to spare him further begging or simply didn’t have the patience. Oliver suspected the latter but held his tongue, and within moments he found himself clad only in his boxer shorts. The pile of clothes that had been cast aside grew steadily, and before too long Jack was in a similar state of undress. “Up,” Jack ...

... commanded, and Oliver got on his knees, only to be turned around roughly and planted on all fours. The quick, dominant movements were turning him on incredibly. His cock had never been this hard before, and he couldn’t bite back the moan when Jack reached around and stroked his cock through his boxer shorts. The curve of Oliver’s ass came into view, and Jack swatted it almost affectionately. The slap sent another throb of blood towards Oliver’s cock and he had to bite the carpet to keep himself from groaning. There was another slap, this time much harder. “Stop biting the rug,” Jack snapped, “I said I want to hear you, you cock hungry little slut.” “S-sorry,” Oliver stammered, and didn’t make any attempt to stop the strangled moan of pleasure when Jack pulled his boxers the rest of the way off and began stroking his uncut cock slowly. “Better,” Jack agreed, and spanked his ass again. “Do you like having your arse beaten, Oliver?” “Y-yeah,” Olly managed, “Didn’t know I was into that, honestly.” “You evidently are,” Jack murmured, studying the arch of his lovely back. He spanked Olly harder, enjoying the little wriggle and the stifled groan from his companion for the night. There was such a thrill in this, something that couldn’t be rivaled, and Jack was trying to be slow and considerate. He was not a patient man. Something warm and slick spread over his ass cheeks, and Oliver arched his back again, bringing his hips higher in the air. The answering, approving smack on his ass ...