Wrong Game, Right Player (BoyxBoy)

10

Tyrell

After riding C.K. downstairs, he picks me up, dick still inside me and all, and carries me upstairs into his main bedroom. He puts me down. I look to my right and realize there is a mirror in front of us.

Oh so he tryna get wild wild?

He turns me around. C.K. picks me up again, arms hooked under my knees. I'm fully facing my reflection...my dirty reflection. I can see everything this way.

I whine when I feel him teasingly grind his erection against my hole. I reach down and grab his dick. Pressing it against my hole, I push it in.

C.K.'s length pushes in further and further into me. Not all the way in yet, he begins to slide in and out of me at a slow, teasing pace. My dazed gaze focuses on that and my lips part at the sight.

"Want Daddy to fuck you up?" C.K. whispers in my ear.

"Y-Yes daddy." I respond.

At this angle, when he pushes in the rest of his dick, he hits my prostate. I moan loudly. Then, C.K. just starts a continuous assault on that sensitive spot. I wanted to keep my eyes trained on the mirror, but that's kinda hard when he has my eyes rolling back.

I wrap my hand around my dick, stroking it until I climax. My vision goes white. I hear myself scream out a name, but it wasn't "Daddy".

"Ahh Christian!" I scream with pleasure.

"Fuck..." He growls in my ear.

I feel him nut deep inside. Pants fill the room as we try to catch our breath. C.K. sets me down onto the floor. He rubs my nipple with one hand while the other hand clutches my chin. C.K. makes me look at him.

"Screaming my real name like that? Do you know what that does to me?" He asks, voice dropping to a low octave.

"Show me what it does to you." I challenge.

His look turns dangerous in a fine ass way. I feel his dick slide between my cheeks, rubbing against my entrance. I grab his dick once again. Maintaining eye contact, I push it into me. C.K. continues to push in and my lips fall open.

C.K.'s hand moves to wrap around my neck. He pulls me forward, lips meeting mine. His tongue licks along my bottom lip. I deny him entrance. He quickly solves this by thrusting into me suddenly, causing my mouth to fall open.

Our tongues find each other. We fight for dominance and like always, I let him win. C.K.'s tongue wraps around mine while still thrusting at a slow pace. I moan into his mouth.

Suddenly, all 10 inches nudge against my prostate. I abruptly break the kiss and try to grasp the wall. However, C.K. grips both of my wrists and pulls them back. "Don't run from my dick." He said before abusing my prostate.

All I can do is stand there and take it. I stare at my reflection. It's one thing to take dick and it's another thing to stare at yourself taking dick. There is no coming back from this level of gayness.

A couple of more thrusts to my bundle of nerves and all I see is white. Letting out a scream, I nut. I notice it spilling onto the spotless brown tiles. My legs shake while C.K. continues to chase his nut. I turn my head and look at him, "Christian..." I moan.

C.K. growls before releasing inside me again. I make a mental note to abuse my new power any chance I get. Anyways, Christian releases my wrists and I almost fall forward. He quickly wraps his arms around my stomach, keeping me upright.

"Don't wanna be like this with nobody, but you." He whispers.

"That's the nut talkin." I respond.

Deep down inside, I hope it's not just the nut talking. I don't wanna be like this with anybody, but him either.