He kept Ros in place by the hair, but it wasn’t as if the boy was trying to back away. No, he was excited for his first mouthful of cum and swallowed. He wanted to service Shane for no other reason than pleasure. For a second, Shane’s vision became blurry with the pure lust flooding him right before the last shot of spunk left his cock.
Ros suckled on Shane’s softening dick for a moment longer before backing away with shyness blooming on his flushed face as if he hadn’t just given head with the enthusiasm of a pro. He glanced up with a silent question, and Shane grabbed the front of his shirt, pulling him up. His tongue dove between the bruised lips, and the familiar, salty flavor at the back of that soft tongue made his knees go softer.
“Oh, baby boy. You are so good,” he rumbled, squeezing the front of Ros’s pants.
Hard. As expected.
Ros moaned into the kiss, wrapping his arms around Shane’s neck. “I already wanna do it again. I’m gonna get addicted to your dick.”
He’d become a complete slut for Shane’s dick, and when the time came, Shane would make sure to capture that on video.
That way, Ed Beck couldn’t run from the truth about his son. His conservative followers would reject him, and the bastard’s career would be over. But for now, Shane had the exclusive enjoyment of beautiful Rosen Beck, and he’d not let a minute of it go to waste.
He spun the boy around, so his firm back lay against Shane’s chest, and kissed his neck, already unzipping the strained fly.
A moan of approval left Ros’s lips, and he rocked against Shane like a bitch in heat. The moment Shane gripped Ros’s cock, the needy movements only became more insistent, and Ros arched his head to the side, offering up his neck. He had no idea he was prey, and Shane wouldn’t let him in on that secret just yet.
He’d keep up the charade and tease this eager doe until he sucked out all of his juices.
His fist pumped up and down the shaft, but Ros was already getting to his toes, his fragrant hair tickling Shane’s face, head rolling along Shane’s shoulder like the sweetest weight.
The cock in Shane’s hand pulsed, and a long string of cum shot to the dirty floor, followed by several more while the strong yet slender body shook in Shane’s arms.
“Fuck… Fuck…” Ros gasped for air, running his fingers up and down Shane’s arms, and if Shane hadn’t been so spent himself, the pressure of that gorgeous ass wiggling against his dick would have gotten him hard again.
Ros rested more of his weight on Shane, once again reminding Shane that the boy trusted him and wasn’t watching his back the way everyone in prison had. He didn’t know how bad the world could be, innocent and excited about his first ever man. Shane couldn’t help himself, and kissed Ros’s slender neck once more.
“You’re the hottest guy I’ve ever had,” he mumbled, burying his face in the fragrant hair before gravitating to the bench, because his legs would only hold him up for so long.
Despite his cock still being out, Ros’s smile was so angelic that Shane had to look away, because it was doing something mushy to his insides, and he didn’t know how to deal with that sensation.
“What’s your body count then?” Ros asked with a laugh, and it took Shane a while to understand that he didn’t mean how many corpses Shane had dealt with.
“Oh… I’m not sure,” he muttered, at a loss and surprised that Ros would even want to know such things. “Does jerking off together count?”
The vast majority of his sex life in prison had involved blowjobs and handjobs, but he’d fucked a lot before that.
Ros tucked his cock back into his pants and straddled Shane’s lap when he sat on the bench. “I’m just teasing. I don’t care where you got your training wheels.” He winked at Shane and hugged him with a satisfied sigh.
Once again, Shane found himself breathing in the scent of shampoo from that silky hair, and the pleasant cologne clinging to the warm neck, and despite already knowing where this… thing between them was going, he decided to forget about it for now and enjoy the moment.
It felt good to be held.
He hadn’t had that for a real long time.
“Well good. I’m happy you’re so eager to learn.”
“Who wouldn’t with such a good teacher?” Ros laughed in such a carefree way Shane couldn’t help but feel jealous. While Shane had been rotting away the best years of his life, the boy in his arms had been loved and pampered by the very man Shane hated.
It wasn’t fair.
“So no one knows about you?”
Ros tightened the hug and kissed Shane’s ear. “No. My dad… He’s really homophobic, and only cares about appearances. I tried to come out to him a few years ago when he walked in on me watching a gay movie—not porn, just, you know, but he wasn’t having it. He thinks it’s a choice, and that I was just trying to spite him. All he wants is that no one knows, so he promised to pay for my college. He even agreed to me doing art as long as I joined a frat and had no boyfriends.”