Page 88 of Off Sides

Joey’s cheeks pinken and it’s so fucking adorable.

“I think you would really like them. Sammy and Troy are twins and opposites in every possible way.”

Sammy turns when she hears her name and smiles at me. “Bock!”

She holds up a purple rubber block and I sit with her on the floor to stack them.

“You like kids?” I ask Joey as I build a tower that Sammy immediately knocks down.

“It’s been a while since I was around ones that young but she’s adorable.” I set up my phone against some books so he can watch. She gets her face right up against the screen and screeches in laughter when he does the same.

“How’s it going there? You want to talk about it?”

“No, I want you to distract me.”

The tone of Joey’s voice, almost stern, definitely needy, has my body responding. Fuck, I want to touch him, taste his cum, feel his skin heat against mine.

“Just a second, kid,” I say in a rush and grab my phone to head out to the garage where I can hopefully have some privacy. “Are you somewhere private?”

I find a spot to sit in the garage and prop my phone up on the steel shelf where the boxes of Christmas shit lives. It’s definitely been organized in here since I saw it last.

On the screen, I can see the rhythmic motion of Joey’s shoulders as he jacks off.

“Oh fuck, baby, are you getting a head start?”

From the concentration lines on his face, and way he’s squeezing his eyes shut, he’s trying but failing.

“Joey.” I put some command in my voice and he looks at me. “Did you ask to touch yourself? That dick is mine, hands off until I tell you otherwise.”

His breathing deepens and his shoulders relax. There he is. Relaxing into the power exchange. It’s sexy as fuck the way he does it without hesitation.

“Tell me what you would do if I were there with you right now.” I pull my chubbed-up cock out and lazily stroke it. “Drop to your knees so you can worship my cock with your mouth? Stretch out your hole for me to use, over and over, until I’m satisfied?”

He shudders, the red blush of arousal starting to blossom at the bottom of his neck.

“Yes, both.” He licks his bottom lip. “Fuck my mouth then my ass. Take me. Use me.”

“Where? In your dorm room? The locker room where anyone can catch us? The stairs? The stands of the football stadium?” I’ve always wanted to fuck on the fifty-yard line, actually…

“Dorms.” His face is red now, the blush having crawled up his thick neck. “So we can fuck more than once without interruption.” Joey’s breathing is getting faster and I can watch the muscles in his arms flex as he clenches his fists.

“Pinch your nipples.” I love watching him comply. He bunches the T-shirt in his armpits, showing me the strong muscles of his chest and stomach as he pulls and pinches on the sensitive skin.

It’s not long before his hips are rocking, unable to keep them still. Knowing that I’ve done this to him with just words has my hand speeding up.

“You’re such a needy little slut, aren't you?”

Joey bites his lip and whimpers, “Yes.”

“Show me how close you are. You gonna come for me?” The need to come is forcing my body to tense. I don’t want to come before him and have him lose momentum but, my God, he’s so fucking perfect.

“Daddy, I want to come.” That quiet little voice is pure lust in my veins. “I need to touch myself, please?”

“You want to touch what’s mine?”

His breathing hitches and he slides farther down whatever he’s sitting on. “Yes, please,” he begs.

“Show me. Show me what’s mine while you come.” The screen rotates and he’s set the phone on something that appears to be at the end of a bed so I can see his entire body, thighs spread with his pants and underwear at his knees. Fuck, he looks half wrecked.

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