Master Reds’ Stable of Fuckable Colts & Fillies: More Jay

I stood at the foot of the bed, stroking my meat and watching Jay, my cock swollen and throbbing.

He climbed onto his bed, pushed his phatt little ass up in the air, leaned forward on his elbows with his head turned back to look up at me as I towered behind him.

I was more than twice his age, a foot taller and probably outweighed him by almost one hundred pounds.

If he was afraid he didn’t show it as he eagerly got into position and readied himself to take every inch of my nine and a half.

I gripped him firmly on either side of his ass-cheeks, my large hands pulling him toward me, my dik slick with spit and lube.

The room filled with the sound of his first cries as the fat mushroom head of my cock pierced his pink pucker so I stopped, giving him a moment to absorb the shock before I plunged deeper, not caring if his body was ready to accept the foreign invader, getting turned on my his fear and seeing my monster meat pumping in and out of his small hole.

“Shut up boy!” I commanded, “You know you want Daddy’s dik.”

“Oh, ohhh” was all he could muster in response, his hands gripping the sheets as if that somehow eased the pain and pleasure assaulting his insides, my cock starting the slow journey exploring the inner depths of his boy-pussy.

“Here you go boy, take dat meat.”

Deeper and deeper I pushed, pulling almost all the way out then back in deeper, past the first wall into the second opening of his anal canal.

“Is this what you want boy?”

He moaned and begged me to stop but his body betrayed him.

The inner walls of his ass started to open up to receive all of me and his hips pushed back against my groin, trying it’s best to devour all of my cock.

“Daddy!” he cried, “Daddy.” The single word his acknowledgement, consent, acquiescence and prayer.


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