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Fanfiction // Shaylor \\ Part 2

shawn
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Taylor pushed me over so that I was bending over the island in the middle of the kitchen.

He pulled down my jeans, making sure to keep one arm on my so I'd stay down, and left me in boxers for now. I was already hard, but I couldn't help myself out since my arms had to be used to keep myself up.

"And to think you were so innocent," Taylor said, slapping my ass and making me yelp. "Who would've ever thought that Shawnie would be such a bad boy." He slapped me again, and my back arched at it.

"Taylor, just fuck me already. No more foreplay," I breathed, rocking my hips against the wooden cabinets beneath the counter.

"I'm not Taylor to you," he said, roughly grabbing my ass and squeezing it.

"How about 'Daddy'?" I asked with a smirk, pushing my ass on to his crotch. He moaned as I did, gripping my shoulders and then starting to hump me. Taylor still had his jeans on, and I still had my boxers, but don't get me wrong, I still felt his dick rubbing up on to me well.

"Such a bad boy," he whispered, hooking his pointer finger under the elastic band of my boxers. "And do you know what happens to bad boys?"

"What?" I replied.

"They get punished," he answered, and then he yanked down my boxers and stood between my legs so they'd have to be spread.

He stopped for a moment to do something I could see, and then suddenly he was plunging his saliva-covered finger into my hole. I cringed at the slight pain he was causing, but once he'd curled his finger a few times and pushed it in and out, I was fine.

And then he pushed in another finger, this time his middle finger, which went even farther than his pointer.

"Is that, is that all you've got?" I teased with my eyes rolling up, enjoying myself but wondering how far he'd go.

"I could go hard, Shawn. I could make you forget who you are," he said.

"Prove it," I replied. He pulled his fingers out right away, fumbling to drop his pants and boxers. I felt his tip on my hole, and he rubbed it up and down so his pre-cum slicked all over. Taylor pushed in barely so that only the head was inside me, and I groaned impatiently.

"Daddy, please," I moaned, trying to push myself on to him, but he fulfilled my wish and shoved himself all the way in. I started to yell out in pain, but Taylor muffled it with his hand. He stopped to let me adjust, and when I finally was okay, I nodded, and he pulled out so he could continue to thrust.

"Fuck yeah," he breathed, leaning over me as he continued to pound into my tight little hole. I rotated my hips in circles, creating more friction and making my eyes roll upwards from euphoria and pleasure.

"Harder, Daddy," I moaned. "Push in your thick, juicy cock until my brain falls out."

"I never posed you for dirty talk, muffin boy," he said with a light laugh, kissing me on my neck from behind.

"Well I bet you learned a lot more about me than you thought you knew," I replied, my body shaking against the counter. Taylor continued to thrust roughly inside me, and I let out these awfully high-pitched moans that made it sound like I'd never hit puberty.

"Oh fuck, Taylor," I gasped as he rammed into my prostate. Taylor suddenly stopped, and I stood there confused.

"What'd you say?" he said slowly, and I realized that I had called him Taylor instead of Daddy, but I decided to tease him about it.

"I forgot that you're my daddy, Tay. Normally it's Nash," I said innocently. Taylor and his ex Nash did not have a good history, and I'm just going to leave it at that.

"You're going to regret that," he whispered huskily into my ear, taking part of it into his mouth and biting it.

Taylor pulled out of me and turned me around so that I could now see his face and that my dick wasn't pressed up against the counter. He grabbed my jaw with his hand, and forced me to look at him, into his lustful eyes and over his naked body.

Tay took my erect member and rubbed it against his own, allowing our pre-cums to slick each other. I was too focused on his sweaty hair and torso to see his arm swing around and grab my hair, pulling me down to my knees. Before I could blink, Taylor forced his dick into my small mouth, immediately hitting my gag reflex.

Repeatedly he hit the back of my throat, and I started choking. Every five or so thrusts he'd pull out for about one full second to allow me the tiniest of a breather, and then he shoved back in. It made this squishy sound in my mouth, probably from all of the juices leaking out of Taylor's tip.

Suddenly, he twitched in my mouth, and then he shot into my throat, streaming his cum. It completely filled my mouth, and when he told me to swallow it, I did slowly, cringing at the salty taste but loving it just the same.

He panted and leaned against the counter behind him, coming off of his high.

"Was that okay?" I asked shyly, standing up. Taylor looked over at me, reaching to wipe something off of the side of my lips, and then putting the finger in his mouth to suck it off quickly.

"It's cum," he explained, wiping his saliva-covered finger on his shirt that lay on the floor. "And yes, Shawnie, it was better than anyone else. Definitely better than my fleshlight."

"I'm gonna go jack off in the bathroom. Be back in a few," I said comfortably, and turned to walk out, but Taylor grabbed my hand.

"Shawn, if you're gonna beat your meat, at least let me do it," he said like I was dumb, and then reached for my dick.

"Really?" I asked in an astonished kind of way.

"Well, yeah. I mean, I like you, so it's good for me, too." He proceeded to take my wet length in his hand and start to rub it up and down. Taylor twisted his wrist and ran his thumb over the slit on the head, making me release a low moan.

He kitten-licked the slit and then moved his head a little farther down so he had the whole head of my member in his mouth before releasing it with a pop!, making my neck strain as I leaned back in ecstasy. Taylor continued to move his hand in different motions, not forgetting to fondle and lightly tug on my balls.

Without any signs at all except for the increasing pitch of my moans, I shot out my load into Taylor's neck and upper body, the stream coming to a stop about six or seven seconds later.

I collapsed onto the kitchen floor, panting and wiping my sweat away. Taylor slid down next to me, using his shirt to wipe off his body.

"So I guess that means you like me too?" I asked while I panted.

"Yeah," Taylor answered. "But if you don't believe me I could surely show you again."

"Maybe later," I answered, and then got up to go take a nap on my bed, Taylor following close behind.

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Was that okay?

Next one will be Nayes, but I need a ship for the one after that. I already have the storyline.

Did you have school today? Because I didn't.

And did anyone get an email from Shawn today? I only saw like three people but I think all of them were outside of the US.

Oh dang it I forgot to listen to Shawn on Z100 tonight. I'll look it up and see if I can find a recording.

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