Aaron and Trayveon

He was going to always be side pussy. He'd resigned himself to that. But at least they were in Aaron's apartment, a nice, clean place to have an affair.

He loved Trayveon's strong Black hand tugging at his flaxen mane, tied into a ponytail. He'd chosen a pink thong today, the floss of fabric tugged to the side, his small cock captured in the crotch of it, leaking his precum profusely. And Trayveon's magnificent spear slid in and out of his ass, fucking him like the little bitch boy he was.

"Fuck me, Daddy, fuck me," Aaron begged.

"Yeah," Trayveon said, tugging his hair back harder. "I'll fuck you. You my bitch. But on the streets, you don't know me. You got that, bitch?"

"Yeah, Daddy," Aaron squealed, his tiny dick shooting a thick rope of cum into his thong. "Anything."

And the fucking continued. And a side bitch he would be.