His beefy frame shakes, blond hair flaring as sweat drips down his chiseled jaw, his piercing blue eyes rolling back in ecstasy, the tight heat of Koen’s ass milking him dry, each pulse a wave of apocalyptic bliss that makes his quads tremble, his heart pounding like a war drum. Gay sex His dom top pride roars—“I’m the king, not your bitch!”—but the boyish spark in his gaze flickers brighter, the teasing touch having stoked a forbidden thrill, his 8.5-inch cock throbbing beneath him, leaking precum onto the sheets after six days of pent-up need. No, he thinks, his jaw clenching, his hazel eyes narrowing as he stares at the senior. Maybe, just maybe, he’d let him do something Koen has never tried with a boy, a thought that sends a shiver down his spine, his cock throbbing harder in response, fully erect and impossible to ignore as he shifts uncomfortably on the couch.Yet, as the fantasy blooms, a deep psychological duality surges within him, a thrilling conflict that both terrifies and enthralls. Koen’s 185-pound frame convulses beneath, his broad back slick with sweat, firm glutes quivering with red welts from the belt, his dark red curls thrashing as his hazel eyes flood with tears, spit, and a runny nose, a chaotic mess
