Not like my brother.
Drew would fuck anything that bends on over in front of his cock. Probably keeps a tally on how many cherries he’s popped. Nothing’s off limits for that bloody bastard.
I shake my head, enough about Drew. My thumbs keep scrolling away.
The torsos begin to blur together. Abs, v-lines, bulges small and enormous, captions starting to sound like ransom notes. Nothing attractive about them, but then again I just need them for an hour, a warm hole to fill up.
Then a profile named Troy pops up, twenty-one, hairless as can be, five-six, the epitome of a twink with blonde hair, and lips begging for a cock in them.
Me: Hey… You looking?
Troy: Yeah, but can’t host.
Me: No problem sunshine… I’ll host you all day.
Troy: Yeah? Send a face pic.
Me: *sends pic*
Troy: Okay Sir… haha what’s your address?
Fuck yeah. I’ll be his Sir, at least for tonight. At least someone will appreciate me… I picture his smooth bum, freshly waxed wearing pastel purple briefs.
Me:1601 Crest St. Knock, I buzz. Don’t be late.
Troy:Cool cool. Be there in like 20. See you soon sexy boss.
My heart races with a jolt of adrenaline that I haven’t felt in weeks.
Sure, I feel a little guilty, but if Austin is getting railed by my twin, I’m sure that qualifies me for a bit of twink arse.
I hop myself in the shower for an extra precaution, even though I just freshened up after the game. More of a habit than anything. I scrub my cock clean, rubbing around my bush and between my thighs.
I dry off, leaving the towel on my hips. I won’t need any clothes to claim my twink.
Twenty minutes is a long fucking time when your cock is throbbing, begging to be inserted into a pair of cheeks. I set out two beers, checking myself out in the mirror, admiring my jawline, ignoring thefew wrinkles of my forehead. I flex to check out my biceps for good measure.
When he knocks, my heart flutters like an idiot. I open the door, towering over him. A few inches shorter and he wouldn’t even need to be on his knees to suck me off. His cheeks are flushed with blood, turquoise eyes pleading for me to use him.
“Come in,” I stutter, like a buffoon.
His smile turns perky. “Hey, Troy.” Offering his hand out to mine. “Nice to meet you and your six pack.”
His scent is overwhelmingly irresistible, a blend of youth and sweetness. His fingers are warm and supple as they embrace mine.
I step back to allow him inside. My towel hangs low on my hips, my appendage rapidly growing, demanding attention from the dazzling blonde blessing my apartment with his presence.
Troy’s eyes notice my swooning bulge, the beautiful blue irises meeting mine. His pupils dilate as his desire speaks to my soul. He swallows, his Adam’s apple gulping down to his stomach.
“Go ahead, give him a touch.” I coax, closing the door.
“Sir, you are so big…,” he mumbles, a beam showing off his perfect pearls.
My chests constricts at the wordsir… that word should be coming from Austin’s lips, but the fire it spreads through my cock is undeniable. It’s kind of pathetic how much weight that word holds over me, like a concrete anchor pounding against my sternum.
“You gonna be a good lad for your boss?” I taunt back, permitting myself to indulge in this innocence. “Come closer, let me get a taste of thosebloody lips.”
He whimpers as he closes the inches between us, his mouth bracing for impact. Like an asteroid breeching the surface of the moon.
