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BARCLAY

Yesterday, we’d gone grocery shopping and made burgers with smashed, oven-baked potatoes. I watched Calvin closely. I was worried the stress would come out somehow, but he seemed content. He slept for the entire night, clinging to me in the cutest way.

I’d promised him a day naked in bed, and I wasn’t going to disappoint him. When he woke up, I brought him breakfast on a tray, wearing only an apron. It made him laugh so hard he had tears in his eyes, and I was ridiculously proud of myself. I let him use the bathroom in private, but as soon as he came back to the bedroom, all bare skin and flushed cheeks, I was all over him.

After I’d rimmed him through two screaming orgasms, he took a nap. I had nothing better to do than watch him sleep. He stirred after a while, and with a playful smile on his face, he reached under the blanket for my cock. He began stroking me to hardness.

“You’re insatiable,” I told him.

“Do you mind?” he asked sleepily.

“Not at all. Keep going.”

Calvin tore the blanket off me. Suddenly, he didn’t look sleepy at all. He straddled my hips and thrust against me, stroking us both together. Seeing the difference between his little pink cock and my rearing dick made me hot all over. Protective instincts battled with possessive lust inside me, and I dug my fingers into his hips.

“Ride me, c’mon. Fuck yourself on my dick.”

He grinned, his tongue peeking out. Then he rose on his knees and lined up my cockhead with his opening.

Holding my gaze, he began sinking lower and lower. I groaned as his slippery flesh slid down my shaft.

“You’re all soft inside. Feels incredible.”

Calvin moaned, lips curved up in a joyous smile. “It’s so easy. You fit right in.”

I kneaded his ass cheeks, savoring the tendrils of pleasure spreading from my cock to my balls. He rolled his hips and circled them, then he leaned back, bracing himself on my thighs. We both stared at how his belly protruded as he moved his pelvis up and down sinuously.

“Fuck, Barclay. That’s beautiful, isn’t it?”

“Seeing my dick make your tummy bulge? Oh yeah. And this is beautiful too.” I fisted his cock as I said that and milked it in time with his thrusts. Calvin threw his head back.

“I’ll come. Oh, Barclay. I’m coming so hard. Yes!”

I couldn’t hold it either. I bucked into him, and Calvin bounced on top of me, sobbing with pleasure. His clenching hole around my cock was absolute heaven. Calvin’s body seemed to grip me with love and gratitude, and I felt like the king of the universe, watching my mate come undone on my cock.

“Give me your cum. Give it to me!”

His face was a picture of ecstasy when I thrust up, filling him with everything I had.

After his climax abated, Calvin slowed down but didn’t stop. With languorous thrusts, he kept fucking himself, humming contentedly. I scooped his cum from my stomach and licked my fingers. Most of it had got stuck in my chest hair, but I didn’t mind. I loved smelling of his pleasure. I’d shower later.

Calvin peered at me with heavy-lidded eyes and licked his lips. “Barclay.”

“Yes, love?”

“I think I’m still loose after the heat… I like that.”

“I like it too. You take my dick in your tiny ass like it’s nothing.”

“Can you do that thing with your fingers?”

“What thing?”

He lifted his leg and climbed off me. My softening dick flopped out. Bending over, he stuck his ass up in the air.

“Can you put your fingers in me and stretch me?”

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