"Want Some?" (Agent of Chaos)

"You've been looking at my dick for a while, and your face is getting really red. I know 8 inches is a lot to look at, but you're kinda emasculating yourself. Not that I mind of course, I'm dating Junior after all!"

You were just going to tell him to put his clothes in the basket and keep it down, but what he just said... despicable was the only word you could think of. You wanted to hurt the kid, teach him a lesson and then some. You're 39 years-old and have the muscles and authority for it. You could hit him, kick him, stomp him, hold him down, humiliate him, fuck hi—

Suddenly a sharp pain shot up from your bare ass to your heart, turning peachy somewhere along the ride. You looked around and couldn't find Cole anywhere. Before you realized what was happening, you were spanked a second time, and this time squeal like a bitch.

"Damn Old Man, where has Junior been hiding you? I hope he gets a bakery like this when we're old." He rubbed your fat muscle butt, sending pleasant stings into your brain. The only thing redder than your ass was your face, both angry, humiliated, and yearning.

"Y-You Little Shit! I oughtta—" you turned to teach this boy a lesson, but stumbled and landed on your sore ass. A spurt of precum shot up and onto the cieling, eventually dripping down onto your rounded abs.

"Oh! You good Old Man? That was an amazing shot, but—"

"Rrrghhh..." you growled, holding back tears, "Shut up you horny bastard. I'm fine."

You grab the sofa to get back up, but were immediately pushed onto it. Your ass and hole presented themselves to the devil your Son fell in love with. "Sweet! That means I get to enjoy these hot cakes some more!"

The second after he said that, nothing happened. You were left to stew in fear. Soon, your fear turned to awkwardness, then awkwardness to impatience. You look over your honed physique to see the twink stare at your hole like a robot. He seemed confused, which at the very least gave you a break. You looked around the room to see if anything was off, before glaring at the blue baller.

"Are you going to do something or just stare?"

"OOOHHH, THAT'S WHAT I FORGOT TO ASK YOU! Thanks for the consent Old Man."

"Thanks for the... huh? Where di—YAAAA!!!"

Cole's tongue pierced through your hole and stretched it wide. That scream was the most high-pitched scream you ever heard in your life, let alone made. He was right—you lost more of your touch the more you were near him!

He licked the alphabet over every crevice he could reach. Occasionally, he would tickle your prostate and make you shoot a load of pre all over yourself.