“My boypussy needs to be fucked.”

Jack heard the words and immediately it dawned on him. Of course! That tight, wrinkled hole, that was what it was for, then. Fucking. Immediately Jack imagined bending the boy over his desk and shoving his cock into the boy’s inviting asshole.

But as soon as the image entered his head, Jack’s mind cleared just a little. What the fuck was going on? He was at work, trying to get work done, and this boy was in his office, wouldn't say where he was from, and now Jack was on his knees behind the boy staring entranced at the kid’s asshole? This was fucked up. Something was wrong. Jack shook his head, trying to clear his mind from the strange, thick mental fog it seemed to be trapped in.

The boy saw Jack struggling, and the boy’s face clouded with concern and anger as he opened his mouth again and said,
“Fuck my boypussy, now“

Jack heard the words and then thought... wait, he’d lost his train of thought. What had he been thinking about? He blinked, confused, and then spotted the winking orifice right in front of his face. Of course! He’d been thinking about how much he wanted to fuck this kid’s boypussy. That was what that hole was there for.

The boy saw Jack regain his focus on his butt hole, and the boy smiled a smile that didn't look very nice. He kept talking, encouraging Jack.

“Come on, fuck it. I need my boypussy stuffed full of cock, I need it stuffed full of your cock. Stuff your big cock into my hungry boypussy.”