Page 25 of Lost Boy

Byron grinned. “Look at the building across from you. Those windows are perfect to see into these condos. I bet you’ve seen inside a few when you’ve been out of the balcony.”

Mitch nodded.

“Have you ever seen any of them having sex?”

“Yes,” Mitch admitted. “That’s how I knew I wanted to watch people and have them watch me. It’s a man and a woman. But sometimes they have a third. A young guy not much older than you. Always the same guy.”

Byron sped up. “That’s hot.”

“So hot,” Mitch agreed. “They like to DP the woman and from the look on her face she loves it.”

Byron yanked Mitch against his cock. He hammered his hole. “Do they know you watch?”

“Yes. At least the older man does. He’s nodded at me when I’ve watched,” Mitch told him.

“Such a dirty boy. I hope they’re watching now,” Byron said. “If not, we’ll give them plenty of opportunities.”

“We’ll do it again?” Mitch asked. He was pushing back with each of Byron’s thrusts.

“All. The. Time.” Byron managed.

Mitch threw himself back hard. Byron’s cock lodging deep.

Byron couldn’t hold back any longer.

Holding Mitch down again Byron plundered his ass. Mitch urged him on with such sweet sounds.

Finally, Byron felt the familiar tingle in his balls. He was going to come.

“Can’t wait until I can come inside you. Gonna make you wear a plug and hold my seed inside you.”

Mitch jerked and cried out.

Byron had given him a second little orgasm.

Pleased Byron let go. He fucked into Mitch and came.

He came hard.

White light flashed behind his closed lids. His knees shaking and barely able to hold himself upright. He kissed the back of Mitch’s neck and down his back. He could taste the sweat from his boy’s skin.

“Thank you,” Mitch murmured.

“My sweet boy,” Byron responded. “My sweet, sweet boy.” He held the end of the condom and pulled out gently.

His boy would be sore the next morning but he’d also know that Byron had claimed him.

Byron removed the condom.

“Stay there,” Byron ordered. He strolled across the room and disposed of the condom in the kitchen trash. He grabbed the bags of what he’d bought earlier and set them on the coffee table.

Byron took a seat on the couch.

“Come here, boy.”

Mitch straightened. He bent to grab the pullups and pants from his ankles.

“I didn’t tell you to do that,” Byron reminded him.

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