by Quin Perin
RICH KIDS 2
A QUIN PERIN ROLE PLAY
Quin & Perin
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SYNOPSIS
OR SOMETHING LIKE THIS
I am Semuel Preston, eldest son of the Preston estate.
I have cut all cords to my family except for my brother: Nate. He is the only good thing to come from the Preston name. He’s the sun to my sky, the apple of my eye. And a thousand miles away. Still, I bring him to his knees. I am his King. His God. Forever?
***RICH KIDS 2 is the continuation of a forbidden love romance, featuring enemies to lovers as well as detailed adult m/m content
WARNING
To our readers,
Due to high demand, we decided to show you more of our boys. Here are a few disclaimers, things you should know, before diving in:
This story…
> was written purely for our own enjoyment. It was typed up at work or in line at the supermarket. On our phones. Keep this in mind when you read through it.
> is unedited and not proofread. Please expect mistakes and ignore them :-)
> entails very explicit sex scenes between men. Rawr!
Our perverted muses happily take the blame for every written word. Now with these things out of the way, please enjoy!
Quin & Perin
RICH KIDS 2
A FUCKED UP ROLE PLAY
—Nate
“You wanna fuck me?” My words were a husky purr into the mouth of the broad, tan blond man that I was straddling. His hands were strong, broad and heavy as they kneaded my ass like I was a piece of dough; he was a baker. He gave one of my cheeks a smack and pulled my hips closer.
“God, yes,” the man, Tom, murmured back to me. “It’s all I want.”
Sliding my fingers through his hair, I gave a sharp tug on the curly strands and pulled back faintly, smirking. My hips rocked against him again, my ass grinding into his lap. “Do you think that you deserve it?” I asked, cocking my head to the side as I looked down at him.
He was attractive. A worthwhile pick up at least. We'd met at the club and had danced there for a while. He'd been so giddy when I felt him up, grabbing his cock through his jeans, that he'd been willing to agree to anything that I asked of him. I'd sized him up, making sure that his dick would be worth it before I invited him back to my apartment. I always made sure to check out the goods before I brought anyone home. I wasn't about to waste my time with someone who wasn't going to be able to fuck me properly. Not that size had anything to do with it. But still. Then I'd have to go out and find someone else after kicking him out, and it would be a whole thing that I didn't want to bother with.
Tom smirked and squeezed my ass hard again, leaning in to try and kiss me. “I’ve been such a good boy,” he teased. “I think I do.”
Chuckling, I slipped off his lap and walked to the center of the room. I'd already kicked my shoes off by the door and with Tom's eyes fixed on me, I started to strip. He was utterly entranced by me, staring with his mouth opened. So hypnotized as my clothes were shed, that he didn't even notice my glance toward the small webcam set up facing the center of my living room.
I’d resisted the idea at first.
It seemed too outrageous for me when Sem suggested it. He'd left, not just home, but the entire country to get away from our father. He decided to take on a job in London while I was attending his old school as an undergrad. I hadn't wanted him to go, even though I understood why he had done it. Our relationship had blossomed into something completely different from what it had been. Something wholly wrong and immoral. It was a lot of fun though. We were “dating.”
And then he left, and I didn't know what I was going to do.
I didn't want to be without him. I'd finally found someone who not only understood me but someone who could give me what I wanted. Who would be rough with me, fuck me like I needed. Make things seem okay. Sem had mellowed out considerably as well. He still popped pills but not as frequently, and he didn't whore around.
I'd whined and pouted, but he told me it was something that he needed to do. That I could follow him after I graduated and we'd both be out of our father's reach. But he wasn't going to be able to come and visit that often and that was the biggest problem. He wanted to be independent. Without our family's money. Which I thought was stupid. It was there, so why not take it? But most of all, I wasn't going to get to see him, and we weren't going to be having sex with any kind of frequency. It seemed like an impossible task.
Then Sem came up with what was admittedly a crazy idea.
As long as I recorded my hook-ups, or more often, streamed them, he would be fine with it. I wasn't allowed to go out without his permission so he could be ready when I did bring someone home. And when I did, I had to make sure the camera was on me, recording everything. No one ever really noticed when my laptop was facing us. No one noticed that I kept staring at it. All in all, I got laid, and Sem got himself a private show that only the two of us knew about.
It was a pretty good arrangement.
—Sem
It was early in London, and the sky was still gloomy, the sun barely peeking through the clouds. I didn't like this city. Didn't like the crazy pace and the attitude people had here. And the accent, God, the accent. But still, I was here. Far away from my father's grasp. I had chosen London to get away, although leaving Nate behind hadn't been easy. Really, it had been anything but. I'd tried to fight that pull toward him, but there was no way I could save myself on that sinking ship.
I needed Nate, and he needed me.
To breathe, to stay somewhat sane. Which was funny because before we began seeing each other, we’d both been running around like headless chickens. Or cocks? Roosters. Anyway. Now, almost two years later, we’d settled into a routine. Something I thought I would hate. Routine. But with him, it was never predictable. Never boring. Nate kept me on my toes. Ever the brat I left behind. And while he’d begged me not to go and called me crazy for telling him to fuck other guys, I knew better. Nate was a cockslut. My cockslut, but one nonetheless. He would venture out eventually, most likely when we were fighting, which happened rather frequently. Then he'd fuck around and crawl back on his hands and knees when he was done—begging for forgiveness.
It was how he worked. How he functioned.
He loved sex, but he craved the control he could gain from it.
To hurt me. To make me mad. To be the hunter, not the prey.
So, I f
igured, I’d best give him rules, make it less taboo, a game we both played, before he could act out and destroy both of us in the process. He was allowed to fuck anyone if (1) he told me about it, (2) live streamed or recorded it, and (3) played safe. No one was going bare with him. No one.
He'd called me crazy but had quickly settled into it, meeting strangers and bringing them back into his apartment on campus. Mostly to please me, he thought. To put on a show. It had taken a while to get over my jealousy, but in the end, I held the reins. He was my toy, and I had given him the playground to explore.
So, on a cloudy Sunday morning, my attention was fixed on the screen of my laptop, wearing sweatpants and no shirt. Nate was riding this fellow and kept glancing over his shoulder to look at the camera. I took a slow drag on my cigarette and then sipped on my coffee. My personal whore. Nate was a delight to fuck, and many guys who tumbled into his bed begged him to go again. But no. No repeats, unless I hand-picked them myself. That was the deal.
I heard the guy groan, a thump signaling that he'd tipped his head back against the headboard. There were his big, broad hands on my brother's ass, digging in. To anyone but me it would look like the guy was in charge when really, the poor fellow was trying to hold on to that last thread of sanity. Because Nate...fuck, Nate did a thing with his hips sometimes. Like he was fucking twerking on that dick inside of him, ass shaking, pelvis twitching and rolling. It made me lose my mind every goddamn time.
There...yeah, there it was. Nate tossed his head back, hands firmly planted on the guy’s chest, riding him like there was no tomorrow. I smiled and took another drag on my cigarette, imagining him doing it to me. His weight on me, his fingers gripping my shoulders, fucking himself silly on my dick.
The guy groaned so loudly that I was sure everyone in Nate’s building heard. Well, they had to be used to this by now. Too bad for them. His hands smacked Nate’s shaking ass in an effort to stop him. I could see him try, but there was no stopping Nate. Or at least, I was the only one who knew how to do it. Grab his dick so hard it hurt. Yeah, then he’d stop. But this guy stood no chance. He gave a high pitched cry. It sounded...pathetic but made me feel strangely proud. Fucked up? Yeah. Definitely that. But what about our relationship wasn’t?
About fifteen minutes later, Nate told the guy goodbye. He came back, his hair was tousled, eyes shining, and he was grinning. When he plopped down in front of the laptop, I turned on my video.
“Hey babe,” he chirped, turning on a lamp beside him that had been turned off before. So I could see him better. I was already on my third cigarette this morning; it was almost 9 AM now.
“You did quite a number on that guy,” I said and licked my lips, looking right at Nate through the screen.
“Yeah, meh, he couldn't take my moves.” He leaned over and picked up his phone, checking something.
“Did you time him?” I couldn’t help but chuckle. It had become his new hobby to time the guys he brought home. He shrugged and pursed his lips, face twisting into a frown.
“Yeah, I think he lasted five minutes until he came.”
“You're not playing fair,” I told him and exhaled the smoke, adjusting the screen. I sat in the lounge area of my apartment, leaning back into one of those comfortable chairs that I used for pretty much anything: work, dinner, jerk off sessions, or this. Which could potentially turn into a jerk off session, depending on how tired Nate was.
“Anyway, did you like your show?” he asked and dropped his phone back in its place.
“I did,” I said, tapping off the ashes into an ashtray on the small table beside me.
“Show me,” Nate demanded. I smirked and shifted, pushing to my feet. I made sure that the camera was focused on my crotch and then grabbed the fat outline of my hard-on, pressed right against the inside of my thigh. When I squeezed, the bulge became even more prominent through the soft fabric. Nate groaned. “Fuck. Wish I could be there.”
I inhaled another lungful of smoke as I sat back down, idly rubbing my erection. I hadn’t touched myself at all, watching him alone had gotten me this hard. Gone was my premature jealousy, replaced by a strong sense of admiration and pride for Nate. My partner in crime. My little brother.
“Yeah? What would you have me do?” I nicked my head at him challengingly, but Nate only stared at me and licked his lips very obviously.
“Remember that time at the hotel?” he asked huskily. Oh, of course, I remembered. I had booked a hotel room here in London, had given him the key, and then instructed him to wait for me on the bed. Ready and prepped. Kneeling, chest to thighs. A neat little package. I had come there after work, took my time taking a shower and had a glass of wine and a cigarette while I admired him on the bed.
His ass right there, ready for me to take. A heady sight. One I would never forget. My little fucktoy. He hadn’t even said a word, no complaints, no teasing. Silence. Until I finished my cigarette and wine and came over, equally naked. And hard.
“I remember,” I said, putting out my cigarette. “How could I ever forget my perfect fucktoy?”
“Tell me about it again,” Nate said because he’d been jetlagged and admittedly a bit high. He was reckless like that. I think he did remember it all, but he liked it when I narrated it back to him. I slid my hand down to my boner, giving it a tight stroke from the base to the tip. My toes curled on the floor.
“Mmmm, you knelt on the bed, head tucked away between your arms, ass up in the air. I brushed my finger across your spine, down to your asshole, spread your cheeks and just examined your perfect pink pucker.” I bit my lip and closed my eyes, keeping up the languid stroking motion. “I lubed up my dick and fingered your hole. You didn’t make a sound. Because you were just a thing. Just a hole to shove my dick in. And that’s what I did. Slammed right in to the hilt, making your body jerk forward, hands on your shoulders to keep you in place. You yelped and fuck, that sound almost made me come.” I let my head hang back, sighing out loud as I slid my hand under the waistband of my pants and pulled out my dick. It was hot and straining. Nate whined, complaining that he couldn't see enough, so I leaned forward and adjusted the angle of the screen and with it the camera.
“God…” he whispered. “And then?”
I spat onto the palm of my hand and twisted it right over the tip of my cock, rough and quick. This wasn’t going to take long, especially not with the image of Nate being my fuckhole. It had quickly become my favorite fantasy. One we’d played out together.
“And then I fucked into you. Really hard. So hard you had to grip the sheets and bite down on them so you wouldn’t scream. With my hand on the back of your head, holding you down... I, fuck, I screwed you so hard all you could do was take it.” I had to catch my breath, thighs opening, hand coming down faster and harder. My balls jounced inside my pants, so I freed them too. “That's all you were good for—taking my dick. Taking my come. My little come-dump. Fuck.” I shook with the rising tide of my orgasm, grunting shamelessly while I whipped my hand up and down my shaft. He’d been so good and even held his ass up so I could fuck him balls-deep. Stuff him full with everything I had.
When I remembered how my come had dripped out of him, trickling down his taint and balls, I couldn’t hold back any longer. I swore under my breath, entire body tensing, hips stuttering as I thrust up. And then I came. Just for him. Because of him.
—Nate
Sem sunk back in his chair and let out a quiet sigh as his body loosened. “Fuck,” he swore. The camera was still focused on his cock, and I could see the come dripping off his fingers, coating the tip of his thick dick. All I wanted to do was lean forward and lick him clean, suck those fingers deep into my mouth until they were nice and wet and he could press them deep into me. “You're spacing out.”
Blinking, I cocked my head to the side, and everything came back into focus. Sem had lifted the camera again so that I could see his face and he was smirking at me. Sitting back, I ran my fingers through my hair and let out a quiet sigh. “Mm. I
was thinking about how much of a shame it is that you're wasting all that come,” I said sweetly. “When I could be tasting it, or you could be fucking it deep into me.”
A chuckle left Sem, and he shook his head. “Show me your cock,” he ordered.
I grabbed the camera from the top of my laptop and started a slow scan over my body. I'd put on a pair of underwear, but that was it as I sat in front of my computer. They were very small, very tight, and the pink fabric did nothing to hide my erection. “Do you like what you see?” I teased him, reaching my free hand down and palming myself through my underwear.
“You’re insatiable,” he purred, gaze smoldering even through the computer screen. “You can set the camera back down.”
Hooking it back onto the top of my laptop, I let out a quiet sigh. “Well, yes, I am,” I agreed. Both of us knew that my sex drive hovered on the point of being a problem. Sem had commented more than once that I was worse than him. “But, that dude wasn’t a very good fuck either.”
“Maybe you should start picking guys for more than the size of their dick.” Sem snorted, taking a sip of coffee (maybe tea) that he had sitting next to him. “Just because they have a big cock doesn’t mean they know how to use it.”
It made sense, but we'd had this discussion before. Sem knew that it wasn't going to happen, but he still brought it up all the time. “Yes, but I like big dicks,” I said. Even before hooking up with Sem, I’d always preferred big dicks. Ones I could hardly take. That’s why I’d had my little list of cocks listed in order from best to not-so-great. “I like your dick. All I’m trying to do is find something comparable.”
