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Patreon Compilation – Fic#258 – Soldier76/OC – first meeting; himbo; hot dogging; fat ass; age difference – Testing Boundaries 6
🕑 Added 2023-11-08 06:25:23 +0000 UTCJack/OC – How Jack and Sonny met for the first time. They immediately got along like a house on fire.
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Jack has been in the meeting for a while but he hasn’t really grasped what it is about yet. He’s put on his best pokerface, though, aided by his mask.
He’s glad that he put it on; that way he’s able to zoom far out to the beach where he’s spied a young man working out. He’s mesmerized by the sight.
There’s nobody else around he assumes for the beach blond man has opted to stay naked. In a way he feels like a pair of tight little speedos would have looked even more obscene on that fat ass. Whenever he turns around and bends forward, Jack feels like a knife is stabbed into his abdomen. He’s so hard it hurts.
He’s never seen an ass that fat and jiggly on a man that muscular. He tries to zoom in even further, get a look of that dark valley between the massive cheeks and the cunt he’s hiding – but even his goggles have limits.
The blond man is glistening with sweat. He’s been at it even before Jack noticed the movements on the beach and got interested in the sight.
A touch to his shoulder jolts him, hand immediately going to his sidearm before he realizes that Winston is sitting in front of him, an odd expression on his face.
“Jack… are you listening?”
There is no judgement in his voice but Jack still finds himself having to fight down a kneejerk reaction of barking at him to mind his own business. He’s both become much less patient in his advanced age as well as more paranoid. He briefly looks around the room and the blank faces staring back at him. Has anybody noticed? Can they smell his desperately wet cock for the thick boy working out down on the beach? Why the Hell do they have a conference room right here anyway?
His face twists beneath his mask. He pushes away from the table.
“I gotta go. Continue without me.”
He gets out on their stunned silence, wondering briefly if anybody noticed him sporting a hard-on fat enough to make him limp on his way down to the beach. He doesn’t know for a moment what he’ll do if the boy is no longer there… but he is. He’s finished his workout routine it seems like because he is now stretched out on a towel, letting his fat ass get warmed by the sun.
Jack thinks he could get it way hotter for him. His palms ache with the need to slap those cheeks and watch them jiggle.
The crunch of the sand beneath his boots alerts the man to his approach. He turns his head and half lifts his upper body to watch him come closer with the most idiotic little smile on his face. His new position only accentuates the dip of his spine and the generous curve of his massive ass.
Jack feels like he is about to go feral for this young man and he does not even know his name.
“Oh… Good morning, sir. Hope I’m not in your way.”
The beach is huge. It would be easy for Jack to step around him of course but he does not. He comes to a stand just close enough that if the young man were to stretch out his arm he could touch his boot.
The man grasps his sunglasses and pushes them up into his beach blond hair. His eyes are blue and guileless. He looks like he experiences maybe a thought a minute if at that and Jack’s cock begins to drool.
As if Jack looming wordlessly above him is completely normal, the young man looks him slowly up and down before saying: “Geez, I like your fit, mister. But it seems a bit hot for the beach. The sun is relentless, you know.”
The tips of Jack’s ears start to burn; for some reason this kid talking to him like he’s an old geezer really gets him going. Well… he is, in a way. He surely is about triple the age of this young slut shamelessly naked before him.
He slowly reaches up, unlocking his mask and pulling it off of his face. The young man watches him with interest. Once he gets a look at Jack, he just throws him a nice smile with very white teeth – before shifting his muscular thighs apart just that little bit to get the sunlight shining up his goddamn hole. He looks breedable and Jack definitely wants to be the one doing it to him.
Jack’s mouth is dry. He gestures vaguely toward the young man’s body. “Did you use enough sunscreen?”
That pretty face screws up a little in thought; as if he has trouble wrapping his head around the concept of sunscreen. He then finally shakes it, expression smoothing out again. He’s so pretty that it hurts.
“You want to help me, mister?” His blue eyes briefly glance down. He probably noticed the fat bulge in Jack’s pants. If anything, his smile gets bigger. The slut.
Jack’s voice is even rougher than usual as he asks: “How old are you?”
He slowly squats down, hand groping for the bottle of sunscreen he can see poking out of the kid’s backpack. He’s so fucking muscular… Jack can’t keep his eyes off of him.
The young man is laughing again but Jack can see his hips subtly flexing, probably fucking his dick into the warmth that the sand provides through the towel he’s on. His fat ass jiggles slightly even with that bit of motion. It is driving him insane.
“I’m an adult,” he tells him cheekily, then continues with the placid energy of a goddamn cow: “My name’s Sonny.”
Of course it is. Of course it fucking is. He is the sun incarnate in Jack’s head. He’s never seen someone this glowing and perfect. Absolutely made for him.
He swallows thickly as he starts to undress himself. Sonny watches him with interest, his eyes glinting. How often does it happen that he’s on the beach and just letting an old bastard like Jack mount him? Or maybe he’s just that much of a slut? A goddamn himbo slut with no sense for self-preservation…
The sudden and visceral possessiveness that Jack feels for him takes him aback.
“Jack,” he growls back.
Sonny looks for a moment like he wants to say something but then Jack is opening his pants and his dick flops out and the kid doesn’t say anything anymore; just stares with big eyes and his cocksucker mouth gone soft and appreciative in surprise.
He straddles Sonny’s thick thighs, his hands immediately going to his ass. He just needs to grab it. Dig his fingers into it. They sink in nice and deep before he feels the thick muscle beneath. Sonny whines like a bitch, all high-pitched. He arches his back as he pushes himself up on his arms and half-twists to look at Jack.
“You’re so rough, mister…” he does not sound like he doesn’t want it, though. And the way he keeps calling him ‘mister’... it makes Jack feel feral. He grabs the sunscreen, squirting a generous heap right at the top of Sonny’s ass crack. Ignoring his yelp from the cold, he peels his fat ass cheeks apart and, after pausing briefly to just stare at his hole, slots his dick in between them.
“It’s what a fat ass like your’s needs,” he hears himself say. He doesn’t know where he gets the audacity from, quite honestly; but this boy has something unlocked in his hind brain – and the way Sonny looks at him, he seems to very much enjoy it.
He moans like a bitch when Jack starts to hot dog him, fucking his dick along his crack and squeezing those massive, soft cheeks around him. Sonny’s ass completely swallows him up without problem. Soon enough, the crack is shiny with the sunscreen from the small of his back to the hidden little spot behind his smooth shaven balls.
Jack fucks him hard enough to get it to froth up. He feels unhinged.
“F-Fuck me-” Sonny whines. He sounds pouty and desperate in equal measures. No thought behind that smooth forehead except for cock. No sense of self-preservation.
“Oh no,” Jack grits out between his teeth. “You haven’t earned that yet, boy.”
His hips snap fast; fucking him with single-minded intent. “First I gotta test-drive that massive ass. Fuck, it’s so fat- I haven’t seen something like that in goddamn years.” His balls are churning. He leans forward, one hand placed on Sonny’s back, pressing into those beautiful, trembling muscles, the other grabbing his beach blonde hair and pulling his head back until the kid whines, so placid and sweet and just letting himself get railed by this random old bastard.
“And this dump truck of an ass belongs to me now,” Jack rasps at him. He almost feels nauseated with how horny he is for this boy. “Mine!”
“Y-Yeah, okay,” Sonny gasps out, sweet and obedient. “Yeah okay; if you take m-me out to the cinema sometime, mister?”
Holy fuck.
Jack is in love.
Comments
Cyberrat
You‘re super welcome!!! Happy Birthday!!!
Cyberrat
Yes!! Timeline-wise this comes first to any of the other parts!
Clark
Best birthday present ever!!! Thank you so much!!
T997 on AO3
So hot! Is this the prequel to any of the previous ones?
