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Peter moaned with each tug of his curls. His father somehow knew his pressure point already and was exploiting it to get a greater reaction out of him. His face was once again buried in the older male’s crotch and he couldn’t help but take in his scent. Spit and pre made his lips glisten as he smirked looking up at his father once his dick was out of his mouth. “That’s what I do best” he said with a cocky smirk in reference to making his daddy cum. “Daddy better paint my face” he teased the other as he opened his mouth wide and stuck out his tongue. Defiantly, he added, “And Daddy better not get any in my hair. Otherwise my other daddies will get mad” Peter wanted to see if he could make Mitch jealous at all. He moved his face forward so he was just under his father’s jerking motions.

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“Yeah I bet.” Mitch smirked before his expression soured, the thought of anyone else getting this treatment, especially some other grown ass man like him, it was enough to drive a man mad. He jerked his angry red cock off until he blew his fat load all over his son’s face, spraying Peter’s face and tongue as hot streams of cum landed in the other’s hair. Still breathless he bent over and grabbed him by the throat, just firm enough to keep their eyes levelled. “Yeah, well, you’re mine for the night so I don’t wanna hear shit about your other daddies.” He smiled again and kissed his son roughly, pressing his tongue against Peter’s and tasting his own seed before pulling off. “Now why don’t you get on the bed, on your back, I wanna see how big that cock gets for daddy before I fuck you.” 

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“Well I could’ve just fucked you instead if i’m to tight for you.” He teased, trying to egg on the other to keep him riled up and wanting. The last thing he needed right now was to not get fucked after all this effort to rile him up. His legs spread, opening up his hips before reaching back and spreading his cheeks with both hands to let Josh start to push in. That fat head left him shivering against the copier, groaning out as his back lightly arched and he looked back at the man. “Too much for ya, Joshy?” He teased again, licking his lips as the cum on his face dripped down a bit more to land against his tongue.

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“Nah fuck that.” Josh wasn’t about to bottom for Peter fucking Parker of all people, though he wasn’t wholly against the idea he wanted to breed this bitch before he let Parker anywhere even remotely near his hole. Josh’s hands landed on Peter’s hips as he gripped either firmly and pushed his own waist forward, burying himself unceremoniously as far back as he could go. The way Parker was squeezing felt insane, inhuman almost, like he was trying to fuck while getting strangled by a boa. One hand stayed on Parker’s hips while the other took a nice firm hold on Peter’s hair, yanking his head back as he started to pump his hips back and forth. 

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Peter’s hips rocked back against the finger, doing his best to try and loosen up to let it slip in. His hips rolled carefully, wanting to make sure Josh could feel that his body wasn’t like steel despite how firm he was. “Yeah. Docs said I’m just naturally tight or something like that.” he lied, moving one hand back to pull a cheek away to show off his hole more with the finger inside. He did as he was told, spitting against Josh’s hand as his hole milked along the one finger inside him desperate for more. 

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Parker’s spit came down over Josh’s cock as he used it to slick himself up, lining his cock up with Peter’s hole. Josh spit onto the other’s crack, rubbing it in with the tip of his still sensitive dick. “Get these cheeks spread Parker.” Josh said as he tried to push against the ring but found too much resistance. “Fucking christ.” Josh groaned as he braced one hand at the base of his dick and the other on Peter’s back to try and use him as leverage. He broke through that tight little ring, feeling heat and warmth grip his cock immediately as it wrapped around the hefty tip of his cock. “Gonna have to get used to that huh.” 

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Peter looked up at his father and couldn’t help but notice how different he looked with the look of lust in his eyes. Seeing his father like this nearly made him squirm as he was positioned up against the couch. Mitch’s strong hand smeared the spit on his face and Peter’s mouth opened instinctually, knowing what was likely coming next. Soon he felt his father’s throbbing cock tease his lips and he kissed it gently. Soon Mitch’s pre was on his tongue and Peter’s brown eyes fluttered closed as he was throat fucked up against the couch. He moaned loud as he heard the grunts coming from the older man. When Mitch asked if he liked being treated like a slut, Peter nodded his head against the other’s dick, a moan escaping his lips as Mitch’s balls slapped his face again. “Daddy, I’m your slut” was all he could get out in between thrusts into his throat.

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Mitch grunted at Peter’s affirmation, his hand threaded through his son’s thick den of curls as he tightened his grip, wrenching the boy’s head back and forth in time with his thrusts. He pumped his hips back and forth as his head lolled back, eyes drifting close for a moment as the rhythmic sound of his cock slopping around Peter’s mouth filled his ears, the sound of his boy’s throat heaving like music to him as he rammed his waist forward and buried Peter’s face into his crotch. Mitch grunted as he looked down at the boy, spit pooled around Peter’s lips, mouth stretched wide around his cock. “Keep this up and you’re gonna make daddy cum.” Mitch groaned as he pulled out and stood to height again, hand jerking over his spit slick cock. “Get over here, stretch that mouth nice and wide with your tongue out. Tell Daddy how badly you want him to paint that face of yours.” 

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The spank to his ass was nice, leaving a light sting on his skin and causing him to push back against the sensation lightly. Pair that with the grope and stroke to his cock and Peter was practically putty against Josh’s hands. “Fuck… Didn’t think you’d be such a horny thing, Joshy.” He teased, hole winking to suck in some of the spit dollop against his wrinkled skin as his hips rocked down against the hand stroking him more. “Are you just gonna play with it or are you gonna do something about it? Come on.” 

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“God you’re fucking tight.” Josh almost complained as he pushed his index finger past that insanely firm ring of muscle, surprised at how hard he had to push just to get in. “You always like this Parker?” He asked, it felt like his finger was going to get broken and as hard as he was he half thought that Peter might break his whole fucking cock in half. “That’s really hot.” Josh said, too stupid to think that Peter was anything but just some guy with an insanely tight ass. He pushed his finger all the way in, twisting his wrist around Peter’s cock as he did before he let go and put his hand in front of Parker’s mouth. “Spit.” 

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Peter let himself be guided into position, tongue out and mouth wide to catch the load as it dumped all over him. It was hot to say the least, seeing Josh come apart like that from just his throat work. It was a nice ego boots to the up and coming photographer, licking his lips to get a taste of that come before he nodded. “Eager boy, aren’t ya?” He teased, standing up with his own tented pants and moving to bend over the copier. He even pushed down his waistbands, showing off his ass just enough to tease the other.

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“That for me?” Josh asked with a smirk, still catching his breath as he caught sight of the boner Peter was sporting in the front of his jeans before he moved to bend over the photocopier. Josh hooked his fingers in the waistband and wrenched them the rest of the way down so he could see more than just Parker’s ass. “Man that’s nice,” he reached between Peter’s legs and tugged on the guy’s cock a few times, playing with his balls as his free hand gave that ass a nice, appreciative smack. It was firm. Muscular too, Josh almost hurt his hand from it. He squeezed one of the cheeks before he spat directly on Peter’s hole, smearing it against that tight ring of musculature as he continued to pull on Parker’s cock a bit. 

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Peter could sense that his father was getting harder and harder as Peter began to struggle to take his father’s relentless pace and thick cock. He let out a loud whimper as Mitch thrust hard, hitting the back of his throat. His face was still buried in Mitch’s pubes and Peter took in the heavy musk of his father as he moaned again. The praise elicited another whimper from Peter as he was pulled off of his father’s rock hard dick. Peter licked his lips as he caught his breath, the room silent before he suddenly was spat on. He had done this hundreds of times since his career change, but rarely was ever this turned on himself. He didn’t even bother to wipe the spit from his face and hair as his damp curls hung in his face. “Yes, daddy” he obliged as he maneuvered so that his head was up against the couch, knowing that his father was going to do exactly as he said he would.

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Mitch stood at height and towered over Peter as he looked down at his son, his lips widened into a grin as his abused boy looked like every bit the whore that Mitch knew he’d turn into. “Beautiful.” Mitch commented as he smeared his spit onto Peter’s cheek, he smacked his cock a few times across Peter’s face before he pushed the hefty head of his bulging cock passed the boy’s lips, running it around the circumference of Peter’s swollen mouth. Pre had gathered at the tip there and he smeared it against his son’s tongue before he pushed the length of himself into Peter’s mouth - picking up speed as he fucked Peter’s throat against the front of the couch. “Fuck you feel good boy,” Mitch moaned, a thin sheen of sweat covered his body as he grunted into Peter’s mouth. “You like it when daddy treats you like his little slut, don’t you?” His balls smacked the other in the chin as he held Peter down thrusting deep into his son’s throat as he did. 

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Peter was certainly no longer the innocent and cautious boy he was before he dropped out and left home. He had become good at being bad and was eager to show that off to his father who had tried so hard to keep him pure. As Mitch fucked his throat hard, Peter’s eyes began to water, but he didn’t stop trying to please Mitch. “Yes sir” he whirred against Mitch’s cock when he was told to be a good boy and make the warm cock wet. His tongue massaged the throbbing cock in his mouth and he didn’t hold anything back as Mitch fucked his throat and put both of his strong hands on the back of Peter’s head. He moaned loud against the warm dick in his mouth, challenging his father to thrust even harder.

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Incentivized by the appearance of the tears at the corners of his son’s eyes, the moans that were coming out of Peter made his dick hard enough to cut glass. Without much warning he thrust into the back of Peter’s throat, ramming him hard before he leaned forward and held the boy against his waist, delivering hard but shallow thrusts as he relentlessly pushed his thick meat against the warmth of the other’s tongue again and again. “Such a good little slut huh, such a good whore for daddy.” Mitch moaned before he wrenched the other off his cock so he could take a good look at that blotchy face, red eyes and swollen lips. Mitch spat directly on Peter’s face before he unceremoniously stood up, lean your head back against the couch, I’m going to really fuck that pretty little mouth of yours.

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Peter couldn’t help but smirk at the reaction he was able to get out of Mitch. Feeling his father’s rough hand stroke his smooth cheek made him whimper slightly against the older male’s warm length. When Mitch asked him to take the whole thing for him, he nodded his head against Mitch’s length, his brown eyes studying his father’s reaction closely. Soon his face was pressed into his father’s mass of pubes and he took in the masculine scent. The grip on his hair loosened and Peter let up on Mitch’s cock momentarily to say, “Give it to me, daddy” he nearly begged as he wrapped his mouth around Mitch again and bobbed his head a bit faster on his dick.

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Mitch needed no further permission, his son was practically begging for it. That sinful fucking mouth of his wrapped around Mitch’s cock and went to work, bobbing up and down as Mitch tightened his grip on Peter once again. This time when he bucked his hips into the boy’s mouth it was a reflex, it was intentional and driven with purpose as he struck the back of Peter’s through with his cock, smashing it hard as he fucked into the boy’s throat. “That’s right, be a good boy for daddy, get that cock nice and wet for when I fuck you.” Mitch smirked his free hand joining his dominant one on the back of Peter’s head as his thrusts picked up their pace. “Show me how good you can be, put that mouth to work for me.” 

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“When you asked me to wrestle, the odds were already against me. But this was downright unfair.” Oscar panted with exhaustion as he looked up at Jackson. His friend had seen fit to tie his hands behind his back before they started, leaving Oscar at the mercy of all manner of creative pins from Jackson. “I can’t tap out. You’re gonna have to take your victory seat and count me out.” He squirmed as Jackson’s ass began to fill his vision, “—Wait. You’re not gonna sleeper me out, are you?”

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Maybe this was cruel but the thought of Oscar pinned and helpless and unable to do anything but eat, well that had Jackson tugging at his uniform this whole time. “I think you’ve got the perfect seat for me.” Jackson said with a smirk as he turned the other onto his back, straddling his chest as he rocked his clothed ass against Oscar’s face. His arms splayed against Oscar’s abs, he reached behind himself and hiked his shorts down, his pale but thick ass coming out as he backed it up against Oscar’s face. “Don’t worry, I’ll let you come up for air.”

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Kinthos kissed both the cheeks a second time, before attempting to pull down his shorts again. The new angle provided helpful; Kinthos managed to pull his shorts down several inches before he got stuck. His nose was resting in Liam’s exposed crack as he tried, several times, to tug the shorts over the curve of Liam’s ass. “It’s stuck.” He whimpered, racking his brain for a solution. “Your cheeks are too big and the shorts are too tight! Could I get some help? Just one tug from you - to get the shorts over the peak.” Kinthos begged, “Please? I’ll do the dishes for a week. Plus wake you up with oral tomorrow?”

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Liam pretended to be annoyed, sighing loudly as Kinthos tugged and tugged but only got the top of his ass exposed. A quiet smirk on his lips as Kinthos’ nose found itself buried in his crack before he reached behind himself and peeled the waistband down just over the curve. “I want oral for a week now, it’s the least you can do.” Liam complained before he planted his hands back on the desk, the cool air brushed against his cheeks as his impossibly tight shorts clung to his thighs, framing his ass and pushing it up to make it look even bigger than it was. 

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Kinthos loved the little game they played. He was hopelessly obsessed with Liam’s ass and made no secret of that fact. His smile was broad when Liam bent over; his ass filling Kinthos’ field of vision. “What happens if I cannot get them down all the way?” He placed a kiss on both of Liam’s cheeks. Shuffling closer, Kinthos pressed his face into Liam’s ass as he bit down on Liam’s waistband and tried to tug it down with his teeth. “Arch your back a little more.” Kinthos murmured after several attempts, taking a deep breath to savor his lover’s scent. “I need more leverage!”

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“I’m sure you’ll figure something out.” Liam groaned as he felt Kinthos place a kiss on either cheek, his cock hardening and making his little shorts constrict that much more as he bent over the desk for the other. “Pull-” Liam insisted as he arched his back for Kinthos and looked over his shoulder at the other, watching and getting some amusement as the other struggled to get the shorts down by only using his teeth. “you can do it baby.” 

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Peter nearly blushed when Mitch talked to him like this. His father was so ruggedly handsome and the words coming from his mouth made Peter’s own cock twitch. His father’s warm cock tasted better than he had imagined as he massaged the underside with his big tongue. Peter’s brown eyes flickered up to his father’s face, “Yes, sir. I’m all yours tonight” he replied submissively before returning his attention to Mitch’s throbbing length. Mitch was certainly not the first man to grip him by his mop of curls and talk to him like this, not even the first today yet Peter found himself incredibly turned on. Peter wrapped his mouth around his father’s warm length and began to bob his head back and forth on it slowly at first as his big brown eyes studied his father’s reaction.

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The guy’s mouth was sinfully good and part of him regretted waiting this long before getting Peter’s mouth wrapped around his cock. His head lolled back as his hips habitually bucked up into that big wet expanse that moved around his shaft. Effortless. Mitch wasn’t small by any means but when he looked back down at his son Peter’s full brown eyes were staring right back at him. The rough pad of his thumb brushed his cheek, “Boy I’m gonna make you feel so good tonight.” Mitch promised, “Come on now, take the whole thing for me.” He pushed Peter down a bit and buried Peter’s face in the den of pubes at the base of his cock, he held him there but only for a couple of seconds before he loosened his grip a bit again. “You like that dick, boy?”

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It was absolutely sinful. The way Ryland’s perfect lips and teeth felt on his skin. Christian wasn’t exactly one of the most impressive X-Men in his eyes. He tended to stay circling above ground relaying information and diving in to help out here and there. His main priority? Keep an eye out for civilians and to heal the wounded. Which had been exactly what he had done with Ryland. Soft hands had brushed against the boy’s body and doing months, if not years, worth of healing in but a few seconds. And all it had taken? Was a simple kiss. Christian’s hands could heal surface wounds, but by kissing someone he can breathe his healing inside of that person. Healing the inside as well as the outside. He brought himself from the memories and smiled down softly at the boy. “I don’t heal myself. I heal others. so the marks will stay on me just as long as they would anyone else.” Christian assured as he gave the other a small smile. “And…Make sure to mark me up good, okay? I want everyone to know.” Christian admitted a little shyly. He loved the feeling of when he was marked. 

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This was new information to him, information that got him hard enough to cut glass. “So everyone who looks at them is going to know you let yourself get marked up like this?” Ryland asked before he placed his lips just over the other’s waistline again, sucking another mark there, “Good.” The bright red hickey an imperfect circle right in the sweet spot between Christian’s abs and the cock that was still trapped within his jeans. “Bend over for me?” Ryland asked from his position on his knees, his mind raced with all sorts of ideas as the man who’d swooped in to save him was all but confirming the fantasy he’d been holding onto all this time. Ryland was inconsequential, just some guy who’d never amount to much of anything, but now he was all over a bonafide hero. “I want to do that ass next.” 

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When he felt his father’s strong hand run through his unruly curls, Peter nearly let out a soft whimper. Mitch’s touch was commanding yet caring at the same time and he leaned into the tight grip on his messy curls. Peter looked up at Mitch momentarily before their lips connected and he leaned into the kiss, their tongues touching as he explored his father’s mouth. He heard and then saw Mitch free his semi hard cock from his pants and Peter wasted no time moving to rest his face on his father’s thigh as he looked up at him. No words were said as his hand stroked Mitch’s semi slowly. Peter then began to tease the older man by licking the underside of his hard cock.

- He groaned as he felt his son’s hand wrap around the girthy length of his still soft cock, blood rushed below his waist as it came to life from Peter’s touch. “That’s right, get your daddy nice and hard.” Mitch groaned as he watched that big, fat tongue sprawl across the soft underside of his hardening length. “You better treat me better than any of those other Johns that came before me because you’re all mine for the night, you hear me?” Mitch’s grip on the other tightened, his rebellious son looking like every bit the whore that he’d been worried he’d become. He was a good looking guy, he was sure lots of men had a field day with that big mouth of his. 

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Peter heard the sigh escape his father’s lips and he could feel the tension between them mounting. Being called a good boy made a wicked smirk appear on Peter’s lips. He had been far from it, but the praise from the older man still felt amazing. He couldn’t help but notice the growing bulge in Mitch’s pants as he licked his lips. His father had always been a frugal man so he wasn’t surprised in the slightest when Mitch asked him to put his mouth to good use so he could get his money’s worth. “Yes, sir” was all Peter said as his hand reached down to palm the older male’s crotch. Peter got down on his knees in front of the couch and pressed his face to Mitch’s clothed crotch, teasing him as he looked up at him with those familiar wide brown eyes.

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Mitch’s, strong and calloused threaded through that thick den of curls atop Peter’s head, it was soft, softer than Mitch had ever imagined. He’d never admit that he’d thought of his son like this before, knelt between his legs, full brown eyes eager and teasing all at the same time. Mitch’s grip tightened and pulled back on Peter’s hair so that his son was forced to look up at him as he leaned in. Mitch forced his tongue into Peter’s mouth, navigating it unapologetically as he tasted every inch of the other, massaging his son’s tongue with his own. Mitch’s free hand fumbled with the front of his jeans before he freed his confined cock from his pants, wrenching free of Peter to shove his son down on the semi growing between his legs.