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It was 1:38 a.m. when the door to the hotel room opened. Vinnie glanced lazily from his phone, throwing his vision down the hall to the door. Through the shadows he could see a lean frame make it’s way towards the bedroom light. A voice, delivering a hello rang out. Vinnie looked over his shoulder to the mirror in the corner and checked himself. Shirtless, black athletic shorts, black boxer briefs, black socks. Toned, tan, tattoos. He shifted his weight and ran a hand over his pec, admiring his own build. Then, Troye.
“Hello Vin.” Troye entered the light of the bedroom as he stepping into the doorway and leaned on frame. A hand on his hip and another tucked slightly into his waistband. His shirt was already gone, discarded in the hallway. He knew Vinnie worked quicker with direct communication. This was a simple ego trip for them both. No one knew, and it would stay that way. Troye liked the arrangement and the dick. Loved the dick, actually. He was but a peasant worshipping at Vinnie’s feet. A servant for master. Their sexual relationship had lasted over a year now and most times they barely spoke except for communicating during the act. The events of the day before the meeting was of no concern. The only thing that meant a thing here was pleasure.
“Hey.” Vinnie reached down and palmed his bulge through his shorts. He looked Troye up and down. How intoxicating it was to have the twink at his mercy. So many men thirsted after Troye, and yet Vinnie had him to himself on the regular. Anytime either of them were undergoing extra stress, there was a good chance Vinnie would be wearing Troye out by the end of the night.
“I’m glad you called. I’ve been home alone bored out of my mind. Leland had to cancel recording today and I had nothing lined up.” Troye walked along the wall until he was parallel to Vinnie, then made his way to the side of the bed. He grabbed one of Vinnie’s hands and brought the fingers to his lips. “I need playtime.” He parted his lips and took Vinnie’s index and middle fingers into his mouth. His soft lips closed, puckered around the fingers of the tattooed man. Slowly he fucked his pretty mouth, staring directly into Vinnie’s eyes. He was letting him know that this time was no different. Troye had a hardcore craving for Vinnie’s cock. That big, stoner bro dick that felt so right every time Vinnie would beat Troye’s face with it.
“You’re a horny boy tonight, huh?” Vinnie grinned and hooked his fingers into Troye’s cheek and pulled the boy down to his feet. Troye slipped off the hook and knelt down at the bed. He took Vinnie’s right foot in both his hands and brought his mouth down over Vinnie’s toes. He wet the sock with his saliva while sucking the sweat from the cotton. The outside world seemed to end as the submission and hunger set in. The salt from the sweat. The smell, the wet, and his tongue on the fabric.
Vinnie could only watch as the pop star obsessed. He dug his hand down his shorts and squeezed his solid shaft. No matter how badly he needed to penetrate the man before him, the buildup was important. He pushed his toes deeper into Troye’s mouth causing it to widen. He moved his foot back and forth, bringing Troye’s head with it. It was all to taunt. Troye always took dick better when feeling owned. The only thing better than knowing he could put his dick in Troye anytime, was knowing that Troye needed it. Pathetic.
Troye, far into an almost drunken state from inhaling the scent off Vinnie’s feet, continued to suck and lick. His tongue starting to dry from constant contact with the fabric of Vinnie’s socks. Between feet, gasping for air and refusing to slow, Troye spoke. “I need you.”
“What was that, slut?” Vinnie grabbed Troye’s hair in a fist and brought their faces together. “Got something to say?”
“I need you…inside me.” Troye breathed out.
“Okay.” Vinnie pulled down the front of his shorts and his large cock whipped upright. He yanked Troye’s hair and brought the pop star’s mouth over his rock hard dick. “Wider,” demanded Vinnie. Troye spread his lips wide and prepared himself. Prepared his throat. Satisfied, Vinnie pushed Troye’s head down onto his erection. It was a quick back and forth. Vinnie used the gaping mouth as a flashlight, fucking in and out. Pushing the folds of the singer’s throat.
Troye couldn’t say a word, yet sound spilled from his mouth. Wet sucking and choking as he was brutalized by the more muscular man’s fuck baton. A rock solid pole sliding over Troye’s tongue and into the tunnel of his throat. Sloshing, gulping, sucking, taking inch after inch. Skin slapped loudly and filled the room with an all too familiar sound. Saliva spilled over the corners of Troye’s lips and slowly oozed down his chin and neck. The scene was wet. Slick. Thick with testosterone.
Vinnie felt a twitch in his dick and pulled his cock from Troye’s mouth. In the same motion he brought his palm down and slapped Troye across the cheek. “Are you going to be a good bitch for me?”
“Yes Vinnie.” Troye whimpered. His jaw hung slack. Vinnie pulled him up onto the bed and got on top of him. Troye lay on his stomach. His butt still hidden by his pants. Vinnie didn’t wait long to expose him, though. He pulled on Troye’s sweats and brought them down to his ankles. Troye was wearing his usual jockstrap, white and a perfect accent to his already plump pale ass. Vinnie pulled Troye’s ass cheeks apart and gazed at the pretty hole between. He spat onto it and rubbed the saliva in with his right thumb.
“I’m going to fuck you now.” Vinnie stated plainly, grabbing his twitching dick and pressing the engorged tip onto Troye’s puckered entrance. The smaller male’s hole squeezed at the touch before Troye took a breath and relaxed, welcoming the pressure. Vinnie pushed harder and slid his seven-odd inches into the pop star. Troye smushed his face into the bedsheets and bit down on them. He let out a loud groan as he felt Vinnie fill him up. Troye’s own cock rubbed into the mattress, unable to fully expand. But this moment wasn’t about Troye.
This moment was for Vinnie. It was time for him to get exactly what he wanted. Hands back in Troye’s hair pulling it towards him and in turn arching the man’s back. Gently retracting from Troye’s hole only to thrust back in aggressively. He picked up speed. Pull back, drive in, pull back, drive in, pullbackdriveinpullbackdriveinpullbnackdrivein.
Troye let out a warped moan, voice shaking from the motion of his body. Every time Vinnie slid his cock into him, Troye’s moan would grow louder. His own cock strained as with each thrust from the larger man it rubbed into the cotton sheets, longing for a proper touch. His eyes were rolling back in his head, overcome with sex. Committed to giving pleasure. His ass belonged to the tattooed hunk. His hole accustom to the large dick that currently smashed into its warm walls. Slapping skin. Breathing men. Grunts and moans and whispers and fuck me’s.
Vinnie flipped them over and laid on his back. Troye mounted the jock and sunk himself back onto the manpole. Bouncing up and back down. Riding and pounding down onto Vinnie. He was a toy. A tool. An open body to be fucked. Troye reached his hands back and spread his cheeks apart as he rose and fell on Vinnie’s cock. The dark hair around his hole, long and untamed was slick with sweat. It stuck to his skin and twirled around his pink entrance. His balls sore, slapped down onto Vinnie’s abdomen. His own cock swung back and forth between them. He almost sung as he moaned. The tones a performance of sorts.
Feeling himself grow further tight with the need to release, Vinnie grabbed Troye’s hips and held him up, picking his own hips off the bed and rapidly thrusting up into Troye. He repeated the thrusts, fucking faster.
“Fuck, you feel good.” Vinnie moaned.
“Cum in me.” Troye gasped, hands on Vinnie’s chest.
Vinnie spasmed, jutting his cock up into Troye. He came undone, shooting hot load after load into the twink. He grunted and growled, eyes closed in ecstasy. The girth of his cock pulsated. Troye muttered profanities and brought a hand to his own cock. He sunk down fully onto Vinnie’s length and as the last of the hunk’s seed spilled into him he rubbed his smaller member.
“Oh my god, Vin. I’m gonna cum.” Troye jerked and white ropes shot across Vinnie’s torso and hit his face. Troye laughed, caught off guard as Vinnie turned his face away. It was too late however. Cum ran down his face over his eyes and lips. He ran his tongue over them and tasted the pop star’s salty release.
“Someone’s been eating healthy.” Vinnie mumbled through the load. He pulled Troye’s ass off his dick and brought the boy’s cock to his mouth. He sucked the last of the sperm from his now limp shaft and ran his tongue along it. Troye trembled, not recovered. It was like walking away from a car wreck, fucking Vinnie. When his cock was clean, washed by Vinnie’s mouth, he was turned around. Vinnie dove his mouth into Troye’s ass and began to eat his own come out of Troye.
High pitches whines came from Troye’s mouth at the rough feeling of Vinnie’s stubble around his sensitivities. Raw from the fuck. Flinching as he was lapped at by the top’s dominate tongue. This was how it normally went. Dirty fucking. Not much talking. Troye knew what Vinnie wanted and Vinnie knew Troye was an open hole. It wasn’t clean or pretty. It was sweat and pounding and ejaculating and doing it until the muscles shook and there wasn’t blood flow to the dick. Fucking until the hole couldn’t take it. Fucking until their loads were spent. Slick skin and wet sheets. Stench in the room. A mess for the morning.