Switch & Burn (Royal Bastards MC : Idaho Springs Chapter)

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by Bink Cummings


  Ten minutes later, with Justin still asleep, I attempted to make a break for it three more times to no avail. By the third escape attempt, my beast of a roommate threw one of his legs over mine and proceeded to fuck his dick along my back. If I wasn’t already leaking my own pre-cum into my boxers like a sieve, and so horny that I couldn’t see straight, I probably wouldn’t have done what came next. I whipped my cock out and jacked myself in bed. My hand schlicked over my smooth, pre-cum soaked rod at a maddened pace as my eyes rolled back into my head. If I had been paying attention, I would have noticed his leg move or his dick explode all over my backside. But I was too focused on the delicious feeling in my nuts, the way his scent enveloped the room and the heat of his massive body.

  Lips touched the back of my neck at the very moment I shot my load with an unexpected roar. Then as I lay there, drifting back down to earth, I realized Justin was no longer asleep; that he was panting behind me, his hand had traveled to my chest, tweaking my nipple, and his lips were still assaulting my neck in the sexiest of ways. We didn’t say a word to each other. Not one. I just laid there and let him fondle me. It’d been months since I’d been screwed, and even longer since I’d had any sort of intimacy. Not that I needed that or anything since I’m a man. Okay. That’s a fat fucking lie. I need that all the time. I’m a greedy man who loves skin on skin. It’s one of my favorite things.

  To make a long, sexy, kinky story short, Justin and I sort of began our sexual relationship from there. It’s been six months of hand jobs, blow jobs, and Daddy fucking. He’s kinkier than any man I’ve been with. And honestly, I love it. Is there romance? No. We fuck. We suck each other off. But we keep everything else to ourselves. Emotions aren’t part of the deal. At least, that’s what I tell myself.

  Can I tell you a secret? I’m kind of ashamed to admit this to anyone, so I figure it might as well be you …

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