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Patreon Compilation – Fic#261 – Reaper/Cassidy – Blackwatch era; undercover; honeypot mission; big ass Gabriel – Sweet Summer
🕑 Added 2023-11-29 06:55:36 +0000 UTCReaper/Cassidy – Cassidy is absolutely furious that he has to be the poolboy while Gabriel gets to be the slutty bitch trying to spread his legs for their target. He very quickly changes his mind, though.
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Cole had been a goddamn pain in the ass once the plans for their ‘mission’ had gone live and he realized that instead of getting to warm his nuts in the hot caribbean sun he would have to do work as a goddamn poolboy.
He isn’t too proud to admit it. He knows he’s been a pain in the ass. He had specifically set out to be a pain in the ass just to make sure Reyes would know absolutely and without a doubt that this was a dick move on his part.
Cole had worked hard for the past month or two when Reyes had started hinting at giving Blackwatch a bit of a breather for a change, so this… this really hadn’t been cool.
Until that first day when, while Cole tried to resist the urge to slip out his pocket knife and slit up all the pool floaties, Reyes came out and the sun really started shining.
Cole has never before seen him show so much skin. There’s just… everything on display. He’s wearing a tiny pair of speedos, pulled up high on his wide hips, his cock outlined to perfection in what little elastic material there was. Cole could see his glans through them. His dick is meaty, pushing on the little triangle so desperately trying to conceal it, and giving the smallest glimpses of it at the sides. Hell, there’s even a good inch of his fat base visible.
Cole just stands there, staring, mouth hanging open and dick getting desperately hard as Reyes walks past him, those massive, muscular thighs bouncing with every step he takes.
He pauses briefly when he is right next to Cole. It does not really occur to him at first that his boss is actually looking at him. It’s hard to rip his eyes away from the absolute vision in front of him. Once he manages to look up, he sees that Reyes is looking at him from over his dark sunglasses. There’s a subtle smirk on his mouth. He knows exactly what he is doing.
He keeps on walking. The sight from behind is… honestly, it’s obscene. More obscene than the front? Cole isn’t sure; he’s not that firm in the ways of etiquette if he’s honest. He knows that he isn’t supposed to whip his dick out in public and rub one off when people are right there watching, but watching Reyes now, the lines are blurring.
His ass… oh, his ass. There isn’t an ounce of fat on Reyes’ body – other than his ass, that is. It seems to all have migrated into his massive cheeks. The hoodies he always likes to wear usually do a damnably good job at hiding it but now it is all on display; jiggling to perfection. Hell, Cole can see how the cheeks part with every step and then slap back together when Reyes moves forward.
He’s never seen anything more obscene than his boss in his work gear. It’s a very delicate mission, after all. Their target isn’t out at the pool today but everybody’s attention is on Reyes anyway.
People that are too shocked by his appearance pretty quickly leave the premises. Reyes obviously doesn’t give a rat’s ass about that. He’s positioned himself on one of the benches closest to Cole’s workstation. He suns himself for a good half hour.
It feels like the people around the pool have stopped even trying to breathe. Nobody is inside the water. They are all mingling about, all but sneaking around Reyes, watching him. Waiting. Horny.
Cole can feel their energy; it’s echoed by his own. His palms are sweaty. When he walks to Reyes with a glass of cold orange juice, he does so dick first. He puts the glass on the side table. Reyes gives it a small glance, then does a once-over with him, pausing at the obvious bulge in his loose work shorts.
And, as if it were the greatest favor to mankind – it is – he sighs and starts to turn around until he is lying on his front, his fat ass right there, jiggling in the aftermath of him moving.
He shifts his thick thighs apart, the invitation more than clear.
Cole does not have any qualms about getting it on while in broad daylight and with complete strangers watching them. He would have thought Reyes to be more mindful of things like that but apparently… well it does kind of fit into his role for the mission? Probably? Cole isn’t too firm on the specifics right about now. He doesn’t question this good turn of events. He just gets to work.
.oOo.
Cole pulls on the top of the speedos and watches the fabric disappear between Reyes’ fat ass cheeks. He pulls one to the side, staring at the equally fat rim of his hole peeking out from both sides of the material.
It looks lewd. Lewder than anything he’s seen in porn, if he’s being honest. It looks like the Commander is getting fucked like a dumb bimbo every day of the week. The image seems so ludicrous when he compares it with the hardass he usually has to deal with that he pauses for a moment just to let it settle.
Apparently it takes too long for Reyes, though. A hand flies back, unerringly landing on Cole’s head and pushing him nose first into his ass crack with a force that has him wonder for a second if the Commander broke it.
“Get to it or I will find another gentleman to help me out.” His speech is very calm and cultivated just like it always is; there is not an uptick to his smooth deep voice or even a tremble belying the fact that his meaty cock is on its way of fighting out of the tiny speedo at the moment.
Cole wants to start arguing with him, maybe see if he can get a rise out of his boss but the threat feels too real and he does not want to lose the privilege of trying to stick his tongue so far up Reyes’ ass that he can feel it tickling the back of his throat.
So Cole gets to working; nice wet drags of his tongue, licking until the speedo is completely saturated with spit. He knows that he’s doing a good job because Reyes starts grunting low in his throat after a few drags before he angles his ass up and even goes a little onto his knees to better offer his cunt to Cassidy’s ministrations.
His thick thighs are pretty much around Cole’s ears, blotting out any noise that might be coming from the bathing guests around them. Cole is pulling so hard on the speedo that the fabric looks close to giving up completely and just pathetically rip after the abuse it already went through today. He is not quite sure how Reyes managed in the first place to squeeze his massive ass into the tiny garment but here they are.
Here they all are; men of all ages milling around the pool watching and probably listening to him eating ass like a pig. He’s even snortling sometimes. He just can’t help it. He licks and sucks and his chin keeps bumping into the fat testicles that have long since spilled out of one side of the speedos, just freely swinging in the warm caribbean breeze.
Finally, the fabric of the speedo just gives up. Cole isn’t quite sure how Reyes will manage to get to his rooms later but that’s not really something he can worry about now that he has completely free access to his boss’ hole and the heavy swing of his meaty erection as it is finally freed from its ridiculous confines.
Cole fucks him with his tongue; he digs in as deep as possible, feeling how the fat rim spreads for him wonderfully like a damn dream. He’s gotten up on his knees as well, following along with Reyes who is now on all fours, just openly letting himself get tongue fucked by the poolboy and grunting low and throaty while it’s happening.
Cole curls his hand around Reyes’ dick and slowly pumps it. It feels like he’s milking a cow; it’s fever hot in his palm and keeps squirting out jets of pre-cum because he insists on trying to rub his tongue against Reyes’ prostate.
He’s not quite sure if he actually manages to do it but Reyes seems to get off on it anyway. He keeps bouncing his fat ass back onto Cole’s face, riding him as best as he can when all he has to work with is his subordinate’s tongue.
Cole actually starts to wonder if he might be allowed to just fuck him right there and then but since Reyes isn’t saying anything of the sort, he isn’t exactly brave enough to try it. He might be an idiotic ingrate but even he knows that he shouldn’t stick his dick into his boss if he hasn’t been explicitly invited to do it. Reyes can get pretty nasty if he’s in a bad mood and a surprise dicking might just put him into one…
God fuck but his ass is fat. It’s around Cole’s face, suffocating him, the cheeks jiggling with every backward motion as Reyes rides him and simultaneously tries to fuck down into his fist.
Bright stars are exploding in front of Cole’s closed eyes; he is aware that he is about to suffocate in Gabriel Reyes’ dumptruck of an ass but he just can’t bring himself to care about it when he can feel his boss’ rim clenching around his tongue, trying to milk it like a damn cock.
Shit and then there’s the hot sun burning down on them while he’s doing it. Is he going to die here, eating ass and humping the air like an unfixed dog?
He damn well hopes so.
