Page 76 of Lost Boy

“Would you fuck me? Here?”

“Climb up on my lap,” Byron ordered.

Mitch crawled up and buried his face in Byron’s neck. Byron ran his hands over Mitch’s ass. He slipped his right hand into his pocket and pulled out the lube he always carried. He slicked his fingers before reaching into the back of Mitch’s pull-up.

Byron pressed the tip against his hole.

“If you want me to fuck you then you need to open yourself up using Daddy’s fingers.”

Mitch pressed back. He didn’t go slowly either. He just kept pushing back until he’d taken Byron’s long finger.

“Hungry boy,” Byron teased.

“Hungry slutty boy,” Mitch whispered.

“Yes.” Byron ripped the edges of the pull-up Mitch wore before pushing it out of the way with his free hand.

“Daddy,” Mitch whined.

“Just keep fucking yourself on my fingers.” He slapped Mitch’s ass with his free hand. He couldn’t get a good angle, but Mitch would still feel the strike.

“Again,” Mitch begged. “Please.”

As Byron shoved his finger in and out of Mitch’s hole, he slapped Mitch’s butt.

Mitch rode his finger until Byron added two more. He purposely went from one to three to hear his boy cry out.

“Louder,” Byron demanded. He slapped Mitch’s ass harder. “If you want Daddy to fuck your tight little hole you better let me hear how much you want it.”

That seemed to give Mitch the permission he needed.

Mitch groaned almost constantly as Byron opened him up.

“Lift your head,” Byron told him.

Mitch removed his face from Byron’s neck.

“Look over your shoulder and tell me what you see.”

Mitch gasped. Byron didn’t think it was from the fingering he was giving his boy.

“Tell me,” Byron repeated.

“There’s a boy,” Mitch said. He pushed back harder on Byron’s fingers. “He’s getting his throat and ass fucked.”

“Good, what else.”

Mitch withdrew his fingers and coated his cock with more lube. He loved being able to take his boy bare.

He gripped Mitch’s hips hard.

“Another boy is sitting on a man’s lap. Just like I’m sitting on you,” Mitch said.

Byron pressed the tip of his cock against Mitch’s hole. “What are they doing?”

“The man…the Dom? He’s shoving a bottle up the boy’s ass.”

Byron thrust deep.

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