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Fuck. Indiana.
No, seriously, fuck this small town, rural, close minded state, if Billy wasn't trying so hard to be better he would have taken off ages ago. Packed his shit and drove the day and a half straight back to California, never look back and leave this whole trash state behind him. He's sick of it, but he's supposed to be turning over a new leaf and all that new age shit that Susan bought into. Decided to be the man of the house when Neil stepped out and left them for fucking broke, forcing this cross country move to stay with some cousins twice removed or something.
What a stupid fucking move, of all of the times he chose to be the prodigal son, he ended up in a fucking cornfield.
At least it was easy to get laid. These depressed, red state chicks couldn't put out fast enough, shit, even the dudes were just as easy. There was no shortage of pussy and that was about the only good part. Makes it almost worth it.
The summer between the end of Billy's senior year and the beginning of his freshman year at Ball State, Billy planned on doing the same shit he has since he was dropped in the cornfield. He was going to drink and smoke and work at the pool and make his way through every Tinder, Hinge and Grindr match in a 10 mile radius. Bank some money for the upcoming school year, have a little saved for Max and Susan to help while he's away, it was going to be so good. Best summer, actually.
Probably.
Hopefully.
Fuck it, either way he was getting his dick wet and that's all that mattered.
Like Harrington, giving him those puppy dog eyes while Nancy had his balls in a fucking vice. The entire town knew she was fucking around on him, nobody knew Steve was blowing Billy on their lunch breaks, high school sweethearts my ass Billy thought, fingers tightening in Steve's hair and ignoring the gagging sounds the other man was making. Making him puke was actually kind of hot, like, some kinky depraved shit, every time he fucked deeper into his mouth, the constriction from Steve's gag reflex around the tip of his dick was like fucking heaven. God, it'd feel so good to just shove his dick past that point and properly fuck Steve's throat, so tight and warm, fuck.
“Straight my fucking ass, c'mon Harrington, relax your throat I know you can do it, stop being a little bitch.” Billy dropped his chin down to his chest, watching as Steve struggled against his grip, like he wanted to pull back or something. “Ah ah, I'm almost done, fuck, don't need your pillow talk.”
Fuck, those big, stupid eyes looked so good all teary and glassy. Bet he got all stupid if Nancy slipped him a finger or two. Jesus, monogamy is a fucking prison.
“Fuck, you gonna swallow? Yeah you are, c'mon, breaks almost over, make me come.” Billy had to grit his teeth, tipping his head back against the lockers behind him as Steve doubled his efforts. By the end of summer, Billy was determined to get his dick far enough down Steve's throat that his nose was buried in Billy's pubes. “C'mon, fuck!”
There was literally nothing like coming in some repressed straight dude's mouth, holding his hair and pushing past that comfort zone, blowing a load down their throat. Jesus, it was almost hot enough to get him hard again. Steve gagged around him, sputtering and struggling to pull back out of Billy's grasp. Maybe he was evil or whatever, but he held Steve in place a little longer than necessary, he just struggled so pretty.
Steve gasped, pulling off Billy's dick the moment his grip loosened, spit and come dribbling down onto his chest hair. “Fuck, let me come up for air when you finish, dick.”
“You're fine, quit whining.” Billy wiped himself down with the first shirt he found, pulling the stupid red shorts back up. “Getting better, maybe next time you won't struggle so much.”
“That's my shirt, what the fuck!” Steve groaned, pulling the t-shirt out of Billy's hands, using it to wipe himself off.
“Yeah, sure, sorry, wait a few before you come out.”
And it was back into the heat and humidity of another Indiana summer. It was probably as close to hell as Billy could get, but he got a tan and he got to watch half the town walk around in less than their underwear. He might be a cynical asshole, but he's not stupid, he won't look a gift horse in the mouth or whatever.
Harrington usually wore these little yellow shorts, and Nancy, bitch that she is, wore a black bikini with little flowers on it. She's got no tits, so the top is uninteresting but she's got a perky little ass that swallows the bottoms up if she moves just right.
Hagan and his girl are pretty much the same, simple couple with simple swimwear. Carol pierced her nipple after graduation though and when she wore certain tops, Billy could make the barbell out perfectly. Jesus, he'd love to get his mouth on one of those.
Chief Hopper rarely came to the pool, but when he did, the Daddy Bear vibes made Billy have to adjust in his seat. He was definitely on Billy's list, if he could get him away from that wack job Byers, he was sure the chief could put him in his fucking place.
And then there was the Mom squad, always just a little liquored up and in the sluttiest swimwear Billy's ever seen. Always oiling up and eye fucking him from their chairs, it made him almost blush. Silicone and Botox and Saline has never looked so fucking good, like, god bless the inventor of fake tits. Except Mrs. Wheeler, hers were all real, he was positive, she was so toned everywhere and her tits had that natural bounce whenever she ran to catch up to him, thank him for the private lessons for her youngest brat. She probably made the hottest sounds if he bit them.
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Tinder was drawing blanks, like, every match was just conversation that ended in a ”yeah we should meet, maybe next weekend.” Fucking useless. Billy shoved his phone back into his pocket, grabbing an energy drink from the cooler and slamming the door shut. He didn't need sex everyday, but it fucking helped get through the day.
“Does anyone in your age group do anything without their nose buried in their phones? Even in the gas station, I swear.” Karen Wheeler's voice came from behind him, holding a bag of ice on her hip. “My kids can't even eat breakfast without that stupid thing.”
“Well that's such a shame, you've probably got much more interesting things to say, I'm sorry your kids are so ungrateful, Mrs. Wheeler.” Billy gave the older woman a wink, Jesus he couldn't imagine the shit he'd do to her on a table in public like this. Eat like a dying man, for sure.
All blonde hair, soft curves, fuck. Billy could picture the woman when she was younger, looking like Pam Anderson or something, he needed to find a blonde this weekend.
“Oh gosh, you're sweet.”
“Yeah, I've been told that before, a real treat.”
If Billy weren't so used to how people looked at him, he would have missed the way Mrs. Wheeler's eyes moved over him. Taking in his height, the width of his shoulders, the taper of his waist, his dick. It made him stand a little taller, peacocking for no other reason than it made him feel good and hold Mrs. Wheeler's gaze that much longer.
“Hmm, I bet.” She had that sultry kind of tone that some older women had, like she smoked for years but quit when she popped a couple kids out. “Could just eat you up, huh?”
“I am adorable.” Billy shrugged, smiling and batting his eyelashes for added effect.
“I can't thank you enough for those lessons you gave Holly, she's so much more confident when she's swimming, makes my job so much easier.”
“Anytime Mrs. Wheeler, I'm great with kids.”
“Oh Billy, please, call me Karen, here, let me get that for you.” The older woman reached to grab the energy drink from Billy, adjusting the bag of ice on her hip. “You definitely shouldn't be drinking these, handsome boy like you, it'll make you soft around the middle.”
“Uh, oh, uh I don't drink them all that often, just when I need a pick me up.”
“Hm, busy evening? I miss those days, summer vacation, sneaking booze and weed, my high school sweetheart and I used to drop acid in the woods.” Karen swiped her card, paying for their items, leaning closer into Billy's space and lowering her voice. “We used to get totally naked and he would chase me while we were tripping, talk about romance.”
Fuck, she was probably wild and now she was tied down to King of the Cul-de-sac. Billy could absolutely show her a good time. He could probably phone it in and it still be the best lay of her life.
Billy licked his lips, feigning shock at her confession. He should probably tell her how hot it was. “Mrs. Wheeler, you were a little freak, what would Mr. Wheeler say?”
“Oh, wouldn't you like to know, I'll see you at the pool Billy.” Karen gave Billy's chest a little pat, exiting the convenience store ahead of him.
Jesus, Billy loved a fucking MILF. A sorority girl who grew up and tried her best to fit into the country club but let him fuck them raw while the husband and kids ran around, taking the woman for granted. Mrs. Wheeler was probably the fucking best at it, tennis skirt flipped up while he fucked her in a bathroom, texting her husband that her massage went over while Billy forced another orgasm out of her. She probably had an iud, he could come inside of her, pull her panties up and watch her walk around trying not to spill a drop.
It was so stupid, being this hard up on his drive to work. What was he, fifteen and unable to keep his shit together? He couldn't even wait until he got into the building and lock himself in a bathroom stall, no he needed to pull his cock out as soon as he was parked near the back of the pool. God, how embarrassing, he didn't even need spit, so fucking wet at the tip, like a fucking bitch. No technique, it was like he's never jerked off before, a couple sloppy strokes and Billy's coming into his hand.
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Technically, Billy's not supposed to have his phone when he's working, but technically he's also not supposed to be hungover at work, so he's two for two this morning. It's one of those water aerobic classes though, so Billy's just there so nobody gets fucking sued, he's allowed to fuck around on his phone. It always kind of surprised him how horned up some of these dudes are on Grindr this early in the morning.
“Jesus, fucking losers.” Billy said, switching over to Hinge and then Tinder, like he was any better. He was swiping through himself, at least he wasn't sending pictures of his dick or his ass at 8 in the morning though. He had that going for him.
Blonde, swipe right.
Brunette, swipe right.
Car guy, swipe right.
That kid is clearly under 18, swipe left.
Looking for a third?
Daddy and Kitten
40s
Looking for a new playmate, discretion is important to us. Must be into men and women, we love to share.
Swipe. Fucking. Right. Holy shit.
The pictures didn't give too much away, a man's hand with a wedding ring on an ass, a woman's hand with a wedding ring buried in some short brown hair pushing the man's head into a set of tits, a shot in a mirror of a woman sitting on a man's lap, no faces, good bodies though. Great bodies actually.
It's A Match!
Oh, fuck yes. Billy needed this, he deserved it. A daddy and his slutty wife? Man he was blessed. The things he could teach this boring couple, he's practically doing the Lord's work, like, he could be saving a marriage.
New Message!
Daddy and Kitten: Well, aren't you a treat.
William: Im more than that, u wanna see?
Daddy and Kitten: Maybe later. Maybe tonight?
William: Oh fuck ya. U thinking hotel or something?
Daddy and Kitten: You're cute. Kitten will share our address this evening. We don't have sex without condoms, no recording and no pictures. We don't mind kissing and we would prefer to use the names we use on here. Would you like a pet name, or are you okay just being William?
William: Holy fuck daddy, call me whatever u want, William or Billy or baby, I don't fucking care, just wanna be fucked til I'm jello.
Daddy and Kitten: Haha, you're cute, We're going to have fun with you, Baby. Keep being such a polite boy and we can give you everything you ask for.
How he's supposed to fucking work and pay attention to shit after that? After knowing what's waiting for him? Even if a kid drowned, Billy could give a shit, some couple is waiting for him and he absolutely only cared about that. Maybe he could leave early, get home and shave, those older dudes loved when he was all smooth. Fucking creeps. Yeah, he could be a good boy for them, give them both the whole barely legal fantasy.
Perverts.
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Growing up, anytime Billy would spend more than five minutes prepping and looking at himself in the mirror, Neil called him a fag. If he could see his son now, shaving his chest and pubes, splashing cologne everywhere he expected to shove a face, that asshole would have to invent a whole new fucking slur for him. Makes him a little proud honestly, the thought of the look on the old man's face if Billy told him he wanted to look as young as possible for the couple he's about to fuck, it'd kill him.
Tight jeans, button up done half way, fuck he looked so good. Rings, necklace that hit right at the center of his chest, he'd fuck himself if he could.
Daddy and Kitten: Daddy is really looking forward to meeting you, he said it's alright to start without him. Hope you don't mind parking down the block.
William: Not at fucking all, gonna fuck u both so good
Daddy and Kitten: Gosh, you really are sweet, can't wait. Hope you can keep being such a good boy, Baby.
All these small town couples thought that they could play, fuck, they had no idea what they were in for. Some of the people Billy's been out with thought anal was adventurous, that was practically first fucking base. The thought of the boring shit this older couple probably thought of as daring and adventurous was almost cute when Billy thought about it. Like, how adorable, yeah a tap on the ass is totally kinky, how precious. Billy couldn't wait to make their heads spin.
It was a little bit of a pain in the ass, having to walk the block and a half from his car to the house, but, discretion or whatever. Billy would have paid for a fucking hotel, he could have scrounged up enough cash for a decent enough room, leaving a car like his on the street stressed him out. But <i>Kitten</i> had shared a picture of her in some fucking sinful looking panties that had him sure that the Camaro would be fine for a few hours.
Every house and every street looked the fucking same. That was one of the first things Billy remembered thinking when they got to this shit hole, there's not an ounce of personality in anything. It really was conform or die. This house though, that shit looked extra familiar, Billy couldn't place it, but he's seen the house before. He's almost positive.
There wasn't really any time to think about when or who or where or whatever, any questions his brain had were answered immediately after he knocked on the door and Karen fucking Wheeler opened it.
“Holy shit, Mrs. Wheeler, well isn't this the best fucking surprise.” Billy wanted to crowd the woman into the house, get her back pressed against the wall and lick her from her lips to the bottom of her fucking feet.
“That's one, you know the rules Baby, don't make me punish you this early, I know you can be sweet.”
“Oh fuck yeah, Kitten, you gonna punish me? Make your husband sit in the corner? Let me show him how it's done? Poor thing, no wonder you want a third, such a buttoned up prude like him can't give you what you need.” Billy was so fucking lucky, cucking some middle class prude while his milf wife sucked his dick? Dreams really do come true.
“Be. Good.” Karen, no, Kitten, gripped Billy's face, stopping him in his tracks from kissing her. He could feel her wedding ring pressing into his jaw, her nails biting into his cheeks. “I won't tell Daddy you said that, but that's two, one more strike and you're out.”
Jesus, this whole setup was infinitely more hot than Billy could have imagined.
“We're going to go upstairs and we're going to go over a couple more rules, and if you're a good boy,” She was crowding Billy against the closed door, still gripping his face, “I'll let you make me come before Daddy gets home. You're a good boy, right Baby?”
“Yeah, yeah ‘m a good boy.” Billy panted, not even attempting to fight the grip on his face.
“I know you are, I told Daddy he was going to like you when we were swiping, he was a little on the fence but, well, I know how to make him come ‘round.”
Billy was dumb, he was so dumb. His brain was jello and he could only nod and agree as he was guided up the stairs by a loose grip on the chain around his neck.
“You know what a safeword is?” Kitten stopped them outside of a closed bedroom door, head cocked to the side, all fucking sweet and sugar.
“Uh, yeah? Why, you gonna beg me to stop that hard that you gotta tap out?”
“Oh, Baby, you're cute.”
“I'm not stupid, I know why people use those, I don't think you're going to need it.”
“I'm not asking for me, you're going to need one if we're playing. Me and Daddy are pretty easy going, if you ask us to stop, we will and we'll check on you, but a safeword will make everything stop.”
“Oh my god, you guys think you're like, Fifty Shades of Gray and all that shit, Kitten, that's fucking so cute.”
The hand in Billy's chain twisted right on the good side of too tight. Of course the Wheeler's were into that role playing shit, bored suburbanites loved thinking they were being taboo, he was a little obsessed with it. Middle of the country, repressed people playing dirtybadwrongnaughty was adorable.
“Yeah, so cute, how about I decide? Would you like that? Pretty baby, you're so much sweeter when you're quiet.”
“Oh, uh huh, yeah, decide for me.”
“Hm, maybe California? You'll remember that, right? Even when me and Daddy make you go all stupid?”
“Mmhmm, yeah, c'n remember that so good Mommy.” Billy didn't even mean to call her that, it just slipped out and he should apologize for embarrassing the both of them, maybe excuse himself and lay on some train tracks. But the look on the woman's face was almost feral.
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Billy was trapped in the hottest fucking way. Kitten had him strip down to his boxers before she shoved him back onto the mountain of throw pillows, forcing his hands above his head. Not that Billy thought she was weak or whatever, and maybe he was just extra docile or something because she made him feel extra stupid, but he let her move and position him however she wanted.
“Gonna make Mommy feel good? Let me see how sweet this mouth is?” Straddling his chest, the older woman gripped his face again, giving him the hottest little grin Billy's ever seen.
All he could keep doing was nod and hope the message was clear.
Yes, Mommy.
Fuck my face, Mommy.
Tell Daddy I was so good.
Jesus, he was so fucked up but everything was too fucking hot to care.
Kitten looked so fucking good too, that soft kind of makeup women in their 40s wore who knew they were still in their prime. Blonde hair over one shoulder, deep v of the top of her dress framing her tits so nice. Women probably kill to look like her. He was fucking drooling.
“Be good, Baby, make Mommy come.” Kitten pushed a hand into Billy's hair, gripping tight and tilting his head back, kissing him all soft and sweet before shuffling up to hover over Billy's mouth. No panties, fuck, he was panting like a dog now. He was good at this, so good, he was going to make her feel so fucking good, pulling her hips down and burying himself in her cunt, licking and sucking like a good boy.
Fuck, she smelled so good, she tasted so good, she sounded so good, settling her full weight onto him. It was times like this Billy questioned his own queerness, because he could eat pussy for the rest of his life, the feel of his head being guided and his face being used, there was no way he was into anything other than women. How fucking hot would it be if Mrs. Wheeler fucked his face hard enough she broke his nose? Walking around all banged up, making her kids see him like that? Fuck.
Sounds were muffled by the thighs clamping against his ears, but he could hear the pitch in whines and moans. It all went straight to his dick, he could practically feel the pre pouring out of him, soaking through the fabric of his boxers. Billy wrenched an arm free from under the knees keeping him caged where he was, making quick work to shove the elastic band under his balls and fuck his fist in time with Kitten rolling her hips over his tongue. All he could do was moan into her.
“Kiki, you said he was well behaved, what's this?” Billy must've missed something, too zoned out and pussy drunk for higher brain power, but he could pick up on the baritone of another voice in the room. It made Kitten's hips stutter, pressing her clit harder into Billy's tongue.
“He's so good, Daddy, promise.. fuck, kiss me, he feels so good.” And that made Billy look up, eyes open for the first time since he was practically mounted.
Ted Wheeler was a fucking dweeb, glasses and fucking golf and the ugliest wardrobe Billy's ever fucking seen. But, this.. this wasn't the same guy, it couldn't be, Daddy was holding Kitten's face, letting her pant open mouthed into his, licking into her mouth occasionally, holding back. If it wasn't for the button up, rolled up to the elbows, and the glasses, Billy wouldn't even believe that this was Karen's actual husband and she just had two side pieces. He had to give his dick a squeeze because he was about to embarrass himself so hard.
“Did you tell him he could touch himself, Kiki?”
“No, be nice.”
“Did you see how smooth he is? Must shave everything, look, look how pretty he is.”
“Oh fuck, fuck Daddy, I told you,” The grip in Billy's hair tightened, she looked so hot being contorted to ride Billy's face, gripping her husband's forearm, staring down at his dick, “I'm so close, please Daddy, please.”
“What if I said no? Made Baby stop, let him jerk off, make you watch while I fuck him instead?” Holy shit, this can't be the same guy, this suburban asshole shouldn't be so hot.
Kitten wasn't told no, but she still pulled herself off of Billy, whining and chasing her husband's lips, sighing when he finally let her kiss him. This was actually the best day, he was going to come so hard, so many fucking times.
“Are you enjoying yourself, Baby?” Kitten sat against Billy's chest, sighing as her husband nipped at her neck.
“Yeah, yeah enjoying it so much, Mommy.” Billy panted, jerking himself faster, orgasm building in his belly. Another set of hands were on his body, men's hands, rough as they gripped his wrist with one and tracing his nipple with the other, it made his hips jump. “Fuck, more.” He wasn't above begging at this point.
“I'll give you more, Baby, I'll give you so much more.” Daddy's voice was low as he pried Billy's hand away from his dick. “Be a good boy and let Mommy hold your arms, I promise you're going to love this.”
Kitten slid off of Billy's chest, teasingly pausing with her pussy perfectly above him and giving him a gentle smack the second he lifted his head enough to get his tongue against her clit. He didn't get a talking to or anything for it, just a harsh inhale from the woman above him. She settled behind Billy, adjusting them so she could lay his head on her thigh before taking his wrists.
“Make me feel good, Daddy, please, gotta come so bad.” Billy was whining now, Jesus he sounded like a bitch in heat. “Be so good, such a good baby.”
The other man wasn't even undressed yet, the top couple of buttons on his shirt were undone and his belt was open, but that was it. He still looked so put together, it made Billy want to beg harder and ruin him. Make the whole cul-de-sac know that their neighbors were freaks. He was starting to unravel, in the most calculated way Billy's ever seen.
“You want to be good for Mommy and Daddy so bad, huh?” Daddy was crowding into Billy's space, running his thumb along his lower lip, kissing him softly, practically speaking into his mouth, “Do you think you can really be that good? Can you stay like this while Daddy takes care of you?”
“Uh huh, mm, yeah, really good.” Billy whined again, between the woman's hand in his hair, tugging at his curls, and the man's too light kiss and touch, he was losing his mind.
“Okay, I'm really hoping you're telling me the truth, I'd hate to have to cut this evening short.”
“No, m'good, so good Daddy.”
Daddy pulled his boxers off the rest of the way, Billy was so ready to get this man to suck his dick. Fuck, maybe he'd eat him out, get him nice and wet? Open him up and take turns fucking him with his wife, fuck, Billy fucked his hips up into nothing, he needed some kind of friction or fucking, anything. Shit, maybe he could take them both, Billy's patient enough, he could fit Mommy and Daddy's dicks, he's a good boy.
“He is a good boy, isn't he Kiki? You were right.” Daddy chuckled, moving from Billy up to his wife, kissing her deep and dirty. He wished he had his hands free, maybe he could get Daddy's dick out, beg him to fuck him open, he didn't need any prep, just some spit. But his wrists were stuck in Mommy's grip, all he could do was whine and watch the couple kiss above him.
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Daddy was still dressed as he switched the vibrator on. They had three drawers of toys and lube and shit Billy's never seen before. He wanted to ask, see what he could get used on him, what he could use on them. Mommy snatched up a bullet while Daddy grabbed the magic wand. Fuck, he's seen those in porn, every chick that used one looked like they saw God.
“Don't get all stupid and let go of Baby's arms, Kiki.” Daddy's tone was playful with a serious edge to it. “If you need his mouth again, just take it. Right Baby? You'll eat Mommy's pussy and be a good boy so she doesn't accidentally let you go?”
“Y-yeah, use my mouth, use it please.”
Daddy looked so pleased, he bent to drag a tongue over Billy's nipple, pressing the toy to the head of his dick and fuck, it was too much. It was so much, and then Daddy was biting, free hand holding Billy's hip down as they jerked from the sensations.
“Such a sweet Baby, you like how that feels? Daddy's so good to you, huh?” Mommy was all soft and sweet, turning Billy's head towards her. “C'mon, you don't have to rush, give me your tongue, yeah, fuck that's a good boy.” She smiled, rolling her hips and letting Billy get his lips around her clit.
The vibrations were dragged down the length of his dick, he couldn't watch Daddy play with him and lick into Mommy at the same time, so he just closed his eyes and gave into the feelings. The toy was back at the crown of his dick, Billy could feel himself leaking so much, like a fucking faucet.
“Jesus, you're making such a mess,” Daddy sounded so pleased and condescending, pressing the head of the toy behind his balls. “Ever touch yourself here? Feels good, yeah?”
Billy couldn't talk, he could barely nod. Did it feel good? What a stupid fucking question, it felt so fucking good, all he could do was whine and pant against Kitten's thigh. Part of him wanted to squirm away, the other part wanted to get as much pressure as possible.
“More, Daddy, more, give me more, please…” Billy whimpered, kicking a leg out when Daddy pressed the vibe lower, increasing the speed, Christ, Billy was going to black out. “Yes, please, please, thank you, thank you, fuck.” He was almost in fucking tears.
“Oh, such good manners Baby, saying please and thank you, isn't he good Daddy?” Kitten let Billy turn his face against her thigh.
“He really it, such a good boy.” Daddy kept the toy where it was, stretching over Billy's body, catching his lips in a messy kiss and grinding his dick into Billy's thigh. “Gonna be a good boy? Gonna come for Mommy and Daddy, could make it last ages if you ask nicely.”
“G'na come so hard, make me come Daddy, please? G'na come ‘n you can fuck me,” Billy was panting, hard, the coil in his fucking gut was pulled so fucking tight. “Fuck me now, j-just the tip, please Daddy.”
And that, fuck, that made Daddy laugh.
“Don't be greedy honey, we'll get there.” Mommy pinched his nipple, mean and aggressive. “Daddy's treating you so nice, be thankful.”
“He's so eager Kiki, he can't help himself, he's like an untrained puppy.”
And like, Billy knows what he's about, he knows what he's into, he knows he's got some wires crossed. Shit, he's fucking a married couple from a dating app and calling them Mommy and Daddy, not a whole lot shocks him about himself anymore. But that mean tone, calling him puppy, Billy is almost positive he sees the face of fucking God as he comes. It's so fucking much and he can't fucking stop, he's such a bad puppy.
Untrained puppy.
“Look at that, good boy, fuck, you're so hot.” Daddy dragged the toy over his balls and up his dick, it was too much. “Do you like being a good boy? A good puppy?” Billy nodded, tears stinging the corners of his eyes.
“He's crying Daddy, you did so good.” Mommy dragged her nails down Billy's chest, all feather light and gentle, he could only shudder and try to move away from the dual sensations. “Maybe we let him catch his breath? We can show him how it's done? He can see what Daddy's best at? Hm?”
The gentle scratches stopped, but the wand was still on his dick, Billy couldn't get away from it, it was painful but in that way that kind of felt good? Like getting punched in the nose; sharp and stinging, it takes your breath away and makes your eyes well up, but it was also like? Exhilarating? Like, he couldn't breathe and he was definitely crying but he didn't want it to stop.
He never wanted it to fucking stop.
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Billy couldn't stop himself, watching the older man lose his remaining clothes and manhandle his wife where he wanted her, he just needed to touch himself. Just a little. His hands were free and he was just going to do a little, he didn't even need lube, just a swipe through the cooling mess on his stomach and thighs and pressing a finger coated in his own come inside himself. The couple didn't use a condom, fuck, why would they? Billy would kill for them to fuck him raw, working himself open all lazy and sloppy.
Daddy's dick… of course this middle class asshole had a nice dick, but it was a really really nice dick. Like, he gets why Mrs. Wheeler's with him, he'd settle down for a cock like that, the comfortable side of too long, he'd definitely need to use his hands when he sucked him off, thick enough to feel the stretch. Billy gave himself another finger, probably before he was ready, but he needed to imagine the stretch.
Holy fuck it was good, all he could do was whimper and pant and drool.
“You want him to fuck you that bad? Hm? Watch him fuck Mommy first..” She put a hand in Billy's hair again, angling his head so he could watch the older man jerk his dick once, twice, and then press into his wife. “Tell Daddy he better fuck Mommy good, Baby.” The breathy sound of Kitten's voice said that was happening either way. But Billy was a good boy, a trained puppy, the best baby.
Billy couldn't stop the whines he was making, watching Daddy fuck his wife. “Fuck Mommy good, so good Daddy, fuck Mommy good.”
The hand in his hair tightened, keeping his head where it was, right where he could lick and suck Mommy's tits and watch Daddy fuck her all slow. It was kind of hypnotic for Billy, Mommy all breathy and moaning so close to his ears, the tension in his hair, watching Daddy's cock plunge in and out of her, his own fingers brushing his prostate. Fuck, he felt like he was flying. He couldn't make any sounds out at a certain point, it was just a fucking symphony of, shit, of fucking.
Mommy's folded in half and Daddy is fucking her into the mattress, that's the only way Billy can describe it. Deep and rough, he was a little jealous before he took Billy's face, tilting him up and kissing him hard. Fucking his tongue into Billy's mouth, deep and dirty like how he was fucking Mommy. Blood was rushing in his ears, he needed more, he pulled his fingers out to bury them in Daddy's hair, holding him where he was, swallowing his grunts and moans, bruising their lips together.
Billy wanted to taste it when he came.
There were going to be bruises on Mommy's hips and thighs from how hard she's being fucked. She's so loud, louder even when she pats around for the bullet and clicking it on, pressing it against her clit, whining her husband's name.
“Suck Mommy's tits, help Mommy.” Daddy breathed hard as he pulled away from Billy, shoving his face so he could get a seal around her nipple. He bit and licked and sucked and tugged like a good boy.
Fuck, he was such a good boy.
Mommy was loud when she came, hips raising off the bed, practically wailing. She didn't cry though. Billy cried, he was so good he cried. Next time, fuck, next time Mommy would cry.
Daddy snapped his hips faster, breathing loud and fast, body going rigid as he came. He was telling Mommy how much he loved her, how good she was, how gorgeous she was. That was the only moment Billy felt embarrassed? Or maybe he was upset? Jealous, even?
He was good and gorgeous.
“I spoil you, Kiki,” Daddy pressed a kiss to Mommy's temple before looking up at Billy, “You're such a good time, sexy little thing like you, let me get you a water, let Kitten give you a little cuddle.” And he kissed Billy's temple.
“If you drink all your water, I'll let you clean Mommy up, would you like that?” Mommy sighed, scratching his scalp gently while Daddy pulled out. “You feel good? Gotta be honest, I didn't think you'd go down, I like that you did though, gosh, we could have some fun with you.”
Billy's brain struggled to process shit, like he was moving against the current, and his body felt all warm and fuzzy all over. The only response he could manage was, “Fun?"
“Yeah Baby, fun, play? Would you like to play with us again?”
Once again, Billy's brain struggled to keep up and his mouth wasn't forming any words, but he could nod. And he did, a quick nod that got a giggle out of Mommy.
“We'll talk about it later, Baby, go ahead and enjoy being down like this.”
Fuck, and he did, he really fucking enjoyed it.