Benji could feel himself held firm between the bed and the man inside him. His eyes closed, he heard all the more louder the gluttonous whisperings of his one-night lover: “you like that? This big cock in your yummy boy-pussy?” The man grunted as he delivered another thrust of thick cock inside him. Benji didn’t think he could ever get bored of feeling a man – a real man, some might say (and sometimes, so would he) – deep inside him, splaying him open, his legs aside, his cunt – his boy-pussy – tight and full of cock. Especially not this one’s (had he said his name was Dan? Benji was sure he had) cock, all ten inches of him, and all of it able to fit inside Benji’s sopping wet pussy.
Wrong anatomy? Sure, but for the most part, it had its purposes. So he couldn’t piss standing up; he could certainly be fucked laying down. And he loved it. Loved the feeling of being taken by man after man, with the one piece of equipment he didn’t have, loved letting them fill him up and skewer him to the mattress and them all knowing they could do it to him because he had the tight little hole for them to fit right into.
“I’m talking to you,” Dan grunted, giving Benji’s dark-haired head a quick cuff. This one was rough, a man’s man, who knew how to put cunt-owning boys in their place, and Benji loved that too. So many stupid fuckers still tried to be soft with him, thinking feminine curves made Benji soft; Benji could be as mean as any natural bloke, and he hungered for the ones who could be meaner, who could take hold of the pecking order. Benji murmured and nodded, opening his brown eyes and seeing Dan’s green-gold ones looking back hard. This was closer to a hate fuck, an animalistic rite of dominance, than it was anything else.
“Yeah, boy?” Dan drew his hips back, pulling ten inches of hard, cut one-hundred per cent man-meat with him before slamming it all into Benji, who took it all – couldn’t do anything but – with a shuddering gasp, trying to nod in between the frissions of pleasure that shocked his body. Dan wasn’t looking for an answer though; Dan was busying himself with Benji’s breasts, the little 32b bust he still had, less rounded for the hormones he was on, but still boobs worth playing with, the nipples still sensitive and standing to attention.
Benji groaned from the back of his throat as Dan rammed into him again, pounding away as if he was a piece of meat meant solely for fucking. His pussy clenched around Dan’s firm shaft, his own lubricating juices easing the friction, making the force smooth and easy, his tight hole perfect for being slid into and out and into again.
“God, I thought you were gonna give me something to really feel in the morning,” Benji groaned, brattish. Dan paused in his boy-pussy fucking work and arched a dark eyebrow, eyes dark and – perfect, Benji thought – game for giving Benji all he wanted.
“This escort bayan şişli not enough for you?” Dan growled. He pulled his weight back and pushed his ten-inches of hard cock back into Benji with such force that he howled in painful pleasure, unable to do much else other than writhe and pant as the man continued his hard rhythm. “Does this not fill you up right?” Dan gave Benji’s perky breasts a rough squeeze, smirking down, knowing he was as deep in as Benji could take. He could feel the trans man’s cunt wet and clenching, greedy for his cock, needing it in him. Benji was one who needed to be filled up, needed a proper man to show him his place when he forgot. These tits, this cunt, the very things Benji wanted rid of, were the things that made him feel; he wouldn’t know where to put his penis if he had one, Dan thought.
Benji was crying out in wild abandon, willing to give himself over to pure passion of sensation, letting Dan drive all the way. Dan knew he was in for some fun with this one, knew he was going to do more than fuck a yummy boy-pussy tonight. He pinched Benji’s nipples between his fingers, then pulled his breasts as he took another plunge into him. Whoever the man – the boy, and what a compliment even that was – fucked after, Benji wouldn’t forget Dan any time soon; he’d be the measuring stick, literally and figuratively, for every dick after, every penis that took their turn in Benji’s tight throbbing little hole.
Dan treated Benji to a few more forceful thrusts, his precum dripping into Benji’s cunt, and before he knew it, Benji was suddenly straddled, Dan’s legs pinning the sides of his arms and that thick python of a cock pointed menacingly at his mouth. Benji looked at the slippery oozing helmet of Dan’s cut penis and without needing to be told, opened his mouth, silently urging the other man to fill his mouth up, to let that hard length go down his throat. Dan didn’t need telling or asking; he shifted himself forward, the tip of his cock brushing past Benji’s open lips. Before he went any further, he grabbed hold of Benji’s hair, lifting the boy’s head up slightly, then jerked half his shaft in, already feeling his cock-head hit the back of the other’s throat.
“Feel this, Benji?” he smirked. “Have some more,” he chuckled darkly, forcing the remaining five inches in, feeling the snug moist confines of Benji’s throat. Benji gagged, eyes brightening with tears, but tried to swallow down the whole of Dan’s meat. “That’s a good bitch boy,” Dan purred. Benji succeeded in keeping Dan’s cock down, not that he had much choice or chance of dislodging the heavy shaft. He could taste himself, his own juices, on and around Dan’s penis, as well as the thick drops of the man’s precum.
Dan quickly found his pace for grinding his cock in and escort bayan çapa out and in again, up and down Benji’s throat, as the boy salivated around him, and escaping tears made their way down his cheeks.
“Oh, sweet Jesus,” Dan mocked, “are those tears for me?” He leaned his hips in further than any time before, the soft skin of his ballsack pressing against Benji’s chin, the tip of his shaft halfway down Benji’s throat. “Give me some more,” he demanded, trying to thrust every last centimetre of himself down that open moist channel. Dan was as hard as he’d ever been, having his throbbing penis in the sweetest little mouth he’d ever had the pleasure of penetrating, and his hands busy with Benji’s petite breasts; sure, they weren’t the biggest tits Dan had held in his hands, but they were tits all the same, and for now they belonged to Dan – to his hands, for his pleasure.
Benji was sure if he suffocated on cock it wouldn’t be a way of dying he was afraid of; it was like someone having a heart-attack mid-coitus: everyone’s got to go, so it may as well be in the middle of one of life’s pleasures. But Hell, was Dan’s twitching cock making Benji think today was his day! He was almost sure, as hard as he was trying to breathe through his nose, that he should start mentally reciting the Lord’s Prayer, when Dan pulled his shaft out of Benji’s throat inch by inch, allowing him to relax his throat and breathe easier. He took in great lungs of air, half-aware of Dan smiling cockily, triumphantly, to himself – and with a gleam in his eye that suggested he hadn’t stopped out of concern for Benji’s deprived lungs. Within moments of clearing Benji’s throat, Dan was inserting himself into that lovely tight-fitting boy-pussy again, teasing the puffy flesh with his cock-head, plump and pointed and thrust back and forth in quick little pumping actions, causing Benji’s breathing to turn once more into short gasping pants, making him squirm against the mattress.
“Tha-a-at’s right,” coaxed Dan, “start taking it in again. Then,” he grunted, his shaft sliding smoothly into Benji’s cunt with a pop, “take the rest. Oh yeah!”
Benji’s boy-pussy was full of Dan’s delicious (if a little salty) meat, the thick girth taking up all the space inside his vagina, the heavy length making him feel weighted to the bed. There was no feeling like it, having a big firm cock deep inside him; if he could’ve got away with it in all situations, he would wear a harnessed dildo inside him when he wasn’t being fucked. Dan was taking all his length back before shafting Benji with each thrust, ten inches of force slamming into his boy-pussy each time. Benji writhed and mewled and moaned underneath his domineering weight, and Dan reveled in feeling his cock twitching and pulsing inside the cunt-boy, visualising each escort bayan bahçelievler little drop of precum leaking into him, knowing it was soon going to be a gushing torrent of semen.
“‘m gonna flood in you, boy,” Dan groaned, hands heavy on Benji’s boobs, kneading and pulling them. “Ungh, God, gonna spurt my seed in you good!”
Benji’s moans became more wild, louder, relishing the same thoughts as Dan, having a real weakness for hot spunk flushing through his vagina, spreading hot and unstoppable through him once it was unleashed from the pounding cock inside him. “Spunk in me,” he gasped. “Fuck, Dan, keep that cock of yours going, keep going til I’m full of your spunk!”
Dan was smirking again, but he eased his fucking a little as he leaned low, til his lips were near the shell of Benji’s ear. “You want that hot spunk of mine in you, boy?” he whispered. “Like to feel it squirting up into that womb of yours?” Benji was too caught up in the moment not to nod, and he nodded open-mouthed and eager, desperately trying to buck his hips to get Dan’s cock ramming into him fierce as it was. Dan laughed, low and quiet, and gave a few little jerks, making Benji whimper with needy delight.
“Please,” Benji howled. He grabbed at Dan’s hips, trying to force the man forward. “Come on, fill me up like you do, keep fucking my naughty little pussy!”
“I’ll fuck your womb at this rate,” Dan muttered, starting again with his heavy pumping thrusts, going deep in Benji. He didn’t stop this time, didn’t slow up; each thrust became more powerful than the last until Benji felt Dan’s smooth cock, shiny with his juices, convulsing inside him, feeling Dan’s sweet release. Dan closed his eyes as he came, his hot torrent of semen pouring into Benji’s wet cunt, and Benji was shrieking with the sensation, washed away in his own climax as his boy-pussy twitched and tingled. There was a fire in his belly and a stream of fire shooting into him. Dan’s cock was still spurting, shuddering and sheathed between Benji’s flesh.
Then they were both finished, Benji panting and weak with the bodily trembling of his orgasm, Dan holding himself up and still inside the flooded cunt, feeling his own seed and Benji’s juices around his shaft.
“Mm, boy, that’s a great little cunt you got for yourself,” Dan murmured in bliss. He stroked the recovering Benji’s breast with his fingers. “Let’s give your mouth another treat.” He pulled himself out of the stretched boy-pussy, his cock hardly any softer, still twitching a little and leaking his last drops of cum. Dan pushed his helmet past Benji’s soft mouth and was rewarded by the boy’s tongue going to work on his head, his shaft, his and Benji’s mixed juices being licked and lapped away. Benji moaned around the long length, thinking that Heaven itself couldn’t reward him more.
“Clean me up good, boy,” Dan moaned. “Slurp up that sweet juice. Take it all in like your boy-pussy did.”
As Dan watched Benji cleaning up his hard shaft with his willing rosebud mouth, he thought nothing beats boy-pussy. Boy-pussy wants a cock one way or another, and Dan was sure that before the night was done, Benji would get his wanted cock, deep in him again and again.