[ Billy fucking hates it here. It's cold, it's boring, and it's not even close to anything resembling civilization. And after sucking Gator Tillman off in the locker rooms the first time, he wasn't sure if he'd survive the week, let alone the year. But the weird, secret friends-with-benefits thing is actually working out a lot better than he expected.
His dad gets off his back, because if he's hanging around the sheriff's place, he isn't getting in trouble. Billy gets more dick than he knows how to handle. And today, Gator's got good shit from the evidence locker.
Billy takes the joint from him and inhales deeply, holding it in for a few seconds before blowing smoke out toward the ceiling. His tolerance is lower than it used to be, but this stuff's pretty strong. It doesn't take long to start feeling it, and Gator seems to be ahead of him, mouthing at his throat while Billy takes another hit. He suppresses a cough when Gator starts to grind against his thigh, feeling his own cock twitch.
Then he speaks, and Billy can't help but laugh. ]
What? Who are you, my fuckin' dad?
[ He takes another hit from the joint, then brings his free hand to Gator's jaw, leaning in close to exhale smoke into his mouth, lips barely brushing. He smirks when he finally pulls back, shifting his thigh to press it against Gator's groin. ]
Fuck. You're already so hard, dude. [ And it's getting Billy hard too. ] You wanna beat my ass?
[ gator takes in the smoke from billy's lips, inhaling and blowing it upward. he then kisses him, thick tongue coated in marijuana, flicking into billy's mouth. he continues to grind against billy's thigh, cock fully stiff. ]
Yeah, you can call me daddy if you fuckin' want.
[ he reaches down, stroking billy through his underwear. he squeezes his balls, massaging them, groaning at how tight they are. he knows they'll throb soon, that billy's cock will stand at attention for him. his palm pulls slowly, and he takes the joint from billy with his free hand. he takes a long inhale, then hands it back to billy before he shoves his boxers down. his cock springs up, bouncing, free. ]
I'll get my belt. You better take it fuckin' good.
[ Billy laughs, feeling his high starting to settle into his body, warm and tingly. It makes kissing Gator that much hotter, and fuck, he could almost get lost in just making out. That's not really their style - they do things fast and hard, the way they both like. But Billy sighs as he sucks at Gator's bottom lip, letting his hand fall from his jaw to roam down his chest, his abdomen.
He grinds into Gator's palm with a grunt, tongue flicking out over his lips. His cock is swelling more and more by the second, pressing against the front of his boxer briefs, and again, there's that notion that he could take things real slow here, make out with Gator while they rub their dicks together. But that's not what Gator wants.
What Gator wants has Billy's head spinning. It's fucked up to want this, he thinks, especially when Gator says he'll get his belt. He's been on the receiving end of Neil's too many times to recall, and that's the furthest thing from sexy he can think of. But with Gator - Billy likes when it hurts. He likes being able to prove himself, to show he's strong, unafraid. ]
I can take it. Trust me.
[ He chuckles, then brings the joint back to his lips, breathing in deep and slow as he eyes Gator's dick, watching it bob between his legs. He should be choking on that, not getting his ass beaten. Plenty of time for both.
With the joint still tucked between his lips, Billy tugs his own underwear down, shoving them aside. He's fully hard now, his head fuzzy, heart racing. ]
[ gator's eyes practically feast as billy slides down his boxer briefs. he's hard, fully and standing at attention. gator leans down, taking the joint and killing it off with one final inhale. he uses it to blow against billy's mouth, the shared hit causing gator to feel floaty. it feels good, the way it settles into his system and causes the room to spin pleasantly. it's strong shit, good shit, and gator can feel his muscles relax, his cock growing harder. he kneads billy's ass with one hand, the other stroking his own cock for friction. he grunts, then stops, knowing well that billy won't just let him come on his ass. that's not how it's done - it's hard, deep fucking, every moment panting and coming for each other. that's what gator likes.
what gator also likes is pain. more so, causing billy pain. he likes it when he's strong, straight-backed, and proud. he likes that he can take a punch, likes that he can take this. while gator has also been under the receiving end of brutality, especially with a belt, it makes him feel closer to how his father wants him to be. his strength, his ability to get a job done. he rolls over, picking up his pants and sliding the belt from the loops. he then gets up, walking to the edge of the bed and sitting down. he looks over his shoulder at billy, then eyes his cock again. he's going to make this hurt - and he hopes that billy won't disappoint him. ]
[ The idea doesn't exactly appeal to Billy. Calling a guy daddy is some real faggot shit. Could he quantify the difference between what they do and that? No. But it's not the same. It just isn't.
One last hit is exhaled against his lips, and Billy breathes in as much as he can, light-headed and warm. Gator's hand is rough against his skin, and Billy stares, watching him stroke himself, transfixed. For a moment he thinks about just asking to get fucked. But that's like admitting defeat, right? Like telling him he can't handle the pain.
So he stays quiet, lips parted as he watches Gator pull the leather through the loops of his pants. He can handle the pain. He will.
Besides, this isn't anything like the way Neil hits him. If Neil takes his belt to him it's almost always across his back. These days he usually prefers to give Billy a smack or two, something where Billy's forced to make eye contact. Something where he can't hide his face or his tears. ]
Alright, alright. What's your hurry?
[ Billy crawls over to the edge of the bed, gazing hungrily at Gator's cock, thick and hard and heavy between his legs. His own dick twitches as he gets on his hands and knees over Gator's lap, turning his head to look at him. ]
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His dad gets off his back, because if he's hanging around the sheriff's place, he isn't getting in trouble. Billy gets more dick than he knows how to handle. And today, Gator's got good shit from the evidence locker.
Billy takes the joint from him and inhales deeply, holding it in for a few seconds before blowing smoke out toward the ceiling. His tolerance is lower than it used to be, but this stuff's pretty strong. It doesn't take long to start feeling it, and Gator seems to be ahead of him, mouthing at his throat while Billy takes another hit. He suppresses a cough when Gator starts to grind against his thigh, feeling his own cock twitch.
Then he speaks, and Billy can't help but laugh. ]
What? Who are you, my fuckin' dad?
[ He takes another hit from the joint, then brings his free hand to Gator's jaw, leaning in close to exhale smoke into his mouth, lips barely brushing. He smirks when he finally pulls back, shifting his thigh to press it against Gator's groin. ]
Fuck. You're already so hard, dude. [ And it's getting Billy hard too. ] You wanna beat my ass?
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Yeah, you can call me daddy if you fuckin' want.
[ he reaches down, stroking billy through his underwear. he squeezes his balls, massaging them, groaning at how tight they are. he knows they'll throb soon, that billy's cock will stand at attention for him. his palm pulls slowly, and he takes the joint from billy with his free hand. he takes a long inhale, then hands it back to billy before he shoves his boxers down. his cock springs up, bouncing, free. ]
I'll get my belt. You better take it fuckin' good.
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[ Billy laughs, feeling his high starting to settle into his body, warm and tingly. It makes kissing Gator that much hotter, and fuck, he could almost get lost in just making out. That's not really their style - they do things fast and hard, the way they both like. But Billy sighs as he sucks at Gator's bottom lip, letting his hand fall from his jaw to roam down his chest, his abdomen.
He grinds into Gator's palm with a grunt, tongue flicking out over his lips. His cock is swelling more and more by the second, pressing against the front of his boxer briefs, and again, there's that notion that he could take things real slow here, make out with Gator while they rub their dicks together. But that's not what Gator wants.
What Gator wants has Billy's head spinning. It's fucked up to want this, he thinks, especially when Gator says he'll get his belt. He's been on the receiving end of Neil's too many times to recall, and that's the furthest thing from sexy he can think of. But with Gator - Billy likes when it hurts. He likes being able to prove himself, to show he's strong, unafraid. ]
I can take it. Trust me.
[ He chuckles, then brings the joint back to his lips, breathing in deep and slow as he eyes Gator's dick, watching it bob between his legs. He should be choking on that, not getting his ass beaten. Plenty of time for both.
With the joint still tucked between his lips, Billy tugs his own underwear down, shoving them aside. He's fully hard now, his head fuzzy, heart racing. ]
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[ gator's eyes practically feast as billy slides down his boxer briefs. he's hard, fully and standing at attention. gator leans down, taking the joint and killing it off with one final inhale. he uses it to blow against billy's mouth, the shared hit causing gator to feel floaty. it feels good, the way it settles into his system and causes the room to spin pleasantly. it's strong shit, good shit, and gator can feel his muscles relax, his cock growing harder. he kneads billy's ass with one hand, the other stroking his own cock for friction. he grunts, then stops, knowing well that billy won't just let him come on his ass. that's not how it's done - it's hard, deep fucking, every moment panting and coming for each other. that's what gator likes.
what gator also likes is pain. more so, causing billy pain. he likes it when he's strong, straight-backed, and proud. he likes that he can take a punch, likes that he can take this. while gator has also been under the receiving end of brutality, especially with a belt, it makes him feel closer to how his father wants him to be. his strength, his ability to get a job done. he rolls over, picking up his pants and sliding the belt from the loops. he then gets up, walking to the edge of the bed and sitting down. he looks over his shoulder at billy, then eyes his cock again. he's going to make this hurt - and he hopes that billy won't disappoint him. ]
Come get over my fuckin' knee.
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[ The idea doesn't exactly appeal to Billy. Calling a guy daddy is some real faggot shit. Could he quantify the difference between what they do and that? No. But it's not the same. It just isn't.
One last hit is exhaled against his lips, and Billy breathes in as much as he can, light-headed and warm. Gator's hand is rough against his skin, and Billy stares, watching him stroke himself, transfixed. For a moment he thinks about just asking to get fucked. But that's like admitting defeat, right? Like telling him he can't handle the pain.
So he stays quiet, lips parted as he watches Gator pull the leather through the loops of his pants. He can handle the pain. He will.
Besides, this isn't anything like the way Neil hits him. If Neil takes his belt to him it's almost always across his back. These days he usually prefers to give Billy a smack or two, something where Billy's forced to make eye contact. Something where he can't hide his face or his tears. ]
Alright, alright. What's your hurry?
[ Billy crawls over to the edge of the bed, gazing hungrily at Gator's cock, thick and hard and heavy between his legs. His own dick twitches as he gets on his hands and knees over Gator's lap, turning his head to look at him. ]
Like this, or lyin' down?