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Tibo
woke seeing nothing. It was dark except for a sliver of moonlight coming
through a crack in the curtains. He glanced over to his right, seeing Sal fast
asleep. Tibo slipped from his bed, crawling onto Sal’s.
He
curled up next to the large man trying to burrow under him. Sal grunted,
wrapped his arm around Tibo, and pulled him under his large body. Tibo smiled.
He liked the way Sal tried to protect him, even in his sleep.
Tibo
began to doze back off when he felt something very hard poke him in his back.
He didn’t think Sal was awake, but he was buried under the large man and
couldn’t look up to see. Tibo pressed his ass backward. He wasn’t a virgin,
not by far, but he’d never been with a large man before. All his past lovers
had been his height and weight.
It
thrilled him to think of Sal dominating him, making him follow orders. Tibo
bit his bottom lip as he wiggled his ass around a little. He wanted to feel
that hard cock smashed against his ass, not his back.
“Keep that up, and I’m going to fuck you,” Sal’s deep and sleep-filled voice
said from above him.
Tibo’s heart quickened as he braved it and wiggled again. He gasped when Sal
rolled, placing Tibo below him, grabbing his wrists, and pushing them above
his head.
“Do
you want to get fucked, bebé?”
Tibo
swallowed and nodded. He had been wanting to get fucked by Sal from the moment
he had laid eyes on him. He just hadn’t been brave enough to voice his desire.
It seemed he was finally going to get his wish.
“Stand and strip,” Sal’s voice was deep, commanding, and guttural.
Tibo
shivered as Sal released him. He stood, his hands shaking as he pulled his
shirt over his head, tossing it aside, and then pushed his pants down his
legs, kicking them off along with his underwear. He groaned when he bent to
remove his socks and felt a hand glide over his ass.
“You
have a very nice body, bebé.”
“T-Thank you.”
Sal
slid from the bed and disrobed. Tibo gulped when he saw the large cock slap
Sal’s belly. His mouth watered to taste it, to take it into his mouth and suck
it until Sal shouted his name. Would Sal shout his name?
Sal
tossed his clothes aside and then cupped Tibo’s face, rubbing their cocks
together as he kissed Tibo as if he mattered, like he was really into this.
Tibo moaned as Sal cupped his ass, pulling him closer, taking the kiss deeper.
Had he tasted anything better than Sal’s lips?
Hell
no!
Tibo’s skin broke out in goose bumps as Sal’s hands left his ass and glided
over his back. He wanted to climb the large man and beg to be fucked. Somehow,
Tibo knew to wait until Sal told him what to do. And that was fine by Tibo.
“You’re mine, Tibo. I won’t share you with anyone else. Do I make myself
clear?”
Tibo
nodded. “Yes, sir.”
A
low and undistinguished sound left Sal’s lips at Tibo’s answer. Tibo knew it
was because he had called Sal sir. He smiled to himself as Sal walked Tibo
backwards, the back of his legs hitting the bed behind him.
“Get
onto the bed and lay on your back,” Sal commanded.
Tibo
twisted around, scrambling to do as the larger man commanded. His skin buzzed
with excitement at the knowledge that Sal was finally going to take him. Tibo
lie on his back and spread his legs wide, inviting the larger man to have his
wicked way with him.
“Very good, bebé.”
Tibo
thrilled at the praise. He fisted the sheets as Sal crawled onto the bed,
smoothing his hands over Tibo’s legs. He was dying to move, to wiggle around
and beg Sal to fuck him already, but his bit back his urges.
"Nice tattoo, bebé," Sal said as his hand stroked over Tibo's left
shoulder blade. "I guess I should call you gatito instead of bebé."
"Why?"
"Because you remind me of a kitten, all soft and cuddly, but cute as hell.
This tattoo of a kitten on your shoulder just reaffirms my belief."
"Okay." Tibo shuddered as Sal's hand stroked over him again. Sal could call
him whatever he wanted as long as he never stopped doing that.
“Is
this your first time, Tibo?”
Disappointment filled him that he couldn’t tell Sal yes. He wanted to badly
but wasn’t going to lie to the man who owned his heart. “No, sir.”
Sal
nodded. He didn’t look disappointed so Tibo relaxed. His eyes damn near rolled
to the back of his head as Sal’s fingertips played over his skin, slowly
making their way toward his hardened shaft. Tibo almost whined at the slow
pace.
“Are
you very experienced?”
Tibo
didn’t want to discuss his past lovers. This wasn’t the time to go over
scorecards! He shook his head as he felt his entire body flush.
“I’ve had a handful,” he confessed.
Sal
smiled. He wasn’t sure how to take that smile. He knew Sal pretty well from
working with him, but he’d never slept with the guy, so bedroom body language
was unknown to him.
Sal
wrapped his large hand around Tibo’s cock. This time he couldn’t stop the
moan. His legs spread wider as Sal stroked his cock. The other hand cupped his
balls, massaging them as Sal watched him intently.
“We
don’t have lube. You’re going to come for me so we can use that as lube.”
It
wasn’t a request.
Tibo
nodded, his eyes locking onto Sal’s as the larger man began to jack him off.
“You
have permission to move, gatito.”
Tibo
didn’t need to be told twice. He writhed, squirmed, and moaned as he succumbed
to the waves of ecstasy that tried to pull him under. He lay there drowned in
a floodtide of exquisite rapture as Sal took him to another place, a place
where Tibo was no longer his own person, a place where Sal owned him, mind,
body, and soul.
“Come for me.”
Tibo’s back left the bed as he cried out, hot jets of cum shooting from his
cock as Sal rode him through his orgasm. The pleasure was pure and explosive
as Tibo shouted Sal’s name, his head thrashing from side to side. He panted as
Sal milked his cock, pulling every last drop from his balls.
“Very good, gatito. You’re beautiful when you come.”
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