Sold To The Dun Boy • Joshler SHORT STORY

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He leaned down, their chest pressing as Tyler clasped their lips together. Their lips moved more aggressively, tongues poking out and roaming another's mouth. Tyler couldn't hold anymore, instead grabbing at Josh's hair, pulling at it, as he grinded on the older man.

Josh grabbed at Tylers hips, sitting up and with a bit of struggle standing on his feet, lips still clasped and moans now creasing in between. They were needy, and they didn't care. He sat the younger on the table, pushing back a bit and fighting with his pants as they were hard to remove due to them being wet.

Tyler tried to help, lifting his hips and whimpering into Josh's mouth. When the pants fell to the floor, Tyler grabbed at Josh's beater, breaking lips for a second to take off their shirts. Their breathing was irregular, but they're moving at a fast pace, getting each other down to their underwear and locking lips once more.

Josh then pulled the younger to him, pulling him off the table. He kissed a few times at his neck before looking down at Tyler with this fire in his eyes. They were silent until Tyler was being whipped around and pushed belly first onto the table.

A surprised shriek erupted when he felt his underwear being pulled off and instant warm hands were grasping him. He moaned, his head falling and laying on the table. He heard Josh spit and felt the coldness on his skin and felt a bit disgusting until feeling Josh pushing in his finger.

"Ah god," Tyler moaned, his eyes closing as today he went through an easy stretch. The adrenaline was kicking and the nervousness was long gone. He felt two fingers and three, crying out spreading his legs more.

"I'm gonna fuck you, Tyler. I'm gonna fuck this tight ass," he groaned, spitting into his hand and slicking himself up. He began to push against the hole, watching himself sink into Tyler and hearing the young man's moans echo in the dining room.

Josh pulled out and immediately slammed making Tyler cry out in pure satisfaction. He was so consumed, this time using the boy like had been used for years. "You're so fucking tight. I'm gonna make you mine, only mine."

Tyler moaned at the sound of that, looking over his shoulder, nodding his head as he was repeatedly slammed into. "Yours! Make me yours Joshie!" Tyler yelled back. One of the hands clasped at Tyler's hips, found it's way in Tyler's hair pulling the man back by the head.

Keeping the steady, relentless pace, Josh leaned down, kissing at his neck and tugging at his hair. "Fuck, Josh im- mmm- I'm gonna cum!" He yelled.

Josh groaned in his ear, hips snapping harshly and they both coming at the same time, Josh filling Tyler's walls and Tyler letting go on the floor. He moved his hips in slow circles thrusting out the last of their orgasm.

Tyler then became numb on the table, using it to find the coolness on his head as he breathed hard. He turned his head enough to see Josh looking down at him. "Do you mean it?"

Josh smiled lazily, letting his lips run against Tyler's, the kiss becoming sloppy but neither cared. "Tyler, I'm surer than ever. There is no doubt in my mind that I want you here with me. W-" he cleared his throat. "Will you stay? With me?"

Tyler laughed, "Of course I will. Now get your dick out of my ass. I need a shower."

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"That was pretty hot, what you did," Josh told the younger as he slipped on a three size too big shirt. "You know, fighting me, it was like some Mr. and Mrs. Smith type shit. And I guess I can dig it. Not if it's an every night thing."

Tyler giggled, climbing into the bed. "It's like that intense foreplay we'll use every other five times." He curled into Josh side, them thoroughly sinking into the sheets.

"Yeah, something like that."