Page 16 of Back Where He Belongs

Douglas pulled at the popper fasteners that closed his Santa sleepsuit and dragged at the garment until he stood naked.

Freckle needed Douglas to fill him so badly. He turned in an excited circle on the bed them stopped suddenly, eagerly watching as Douglas wrapped and lubed his cock.

“Come get the bone, that’s my boy,” Douglas beckoned, and Freckle presented his ass. Douglas took no time at all to clamber onto the bed and position his body to mount his lover from behind. He applied a generous squirt of lube to Freckle’s hole and worked it in.

Then, as Douglas got ready to mount him Freckle gave his arse a teasing shimmy, Douglas let out a deep-throated laugh and slapped his pup’s rump, then positioned the head of his cock and, before Freckle could tease again, Douglas eased the swollen wrapped head inside. With one hand on Freckle’s left hip and a flat palm in the center of his back holding him in place, Dougie thrust.

There were no two ways about it; even with the preparatory stretching by the tail butt plug and Dougie’s probing fingers, the initial breaching hurt like hell. Freckle bayed and howled. His head slumped to bury his muzzle under a pillow and muffle the sounds. All he could do was submit and allow the sharp stab of pleasured pain to wash over him. When the first rush had passed, he let out a bark to tell Douglas to start.

Dougie pulled out, then, pushed inside again. And as he moved back inside his lover Dougie gentled with murmurs of: “That’s it. Take it all the way in. Who’s my good boy?”

Kier really got into the doggy roll play, keening and whimpering like he’d heard bitches cry when they were being bred. Douglas responded to the sounds, pacing himself, owning Freckle with long slow thrusts so his pup could feel every inch of the hot, hard intrusion.

Sweat was running down Freckle’s body now, and beneath the hood felt hot and oppressive. He pushed his muzzle back into the pillow to stop the human words coming from his mouth. He longed to moan Breed me, Dougie, encourage him to fuck harder, faster and let him know that the slow pace was just torturously good.

Kier’s balls ached, and his whole body felt alive from the delicious pounding Douglas was giving him. He snuck a hand between his legs, gripped his shaft, and began to tug.

The pace increased, Douglas was running his short nails up and down his lover’s spine as he fucked and Freckle could not repress a bark and a howl of passion.

“Good boy, that’s it. You love my bone, don’t you boy.” Douglas leaned in then and covered the whole of his pups back with his bodyweight. His hips pumped desperately. Freckle barked and growled again. Then suddenly Douglas pulled his cock out. He reached for the poppers on the back of the pup hood, released them, then dragged the hood off.

“On yer back,” he instructed roughly, and so Kier did as he was told, lying on his back, lifting his legs, and parting them to give Douglas access. Swiftly, Douglas repositioned himself and pushed back inside Kier.

Face to face and free to call out his passion, Kier gripped onto Dougie’s pale arse pulling him closer as Dougie fucked with rapid piston movements powered by his hips.

The pace was fevered and watching Dougie’s face twisted with desire and passion made Kier’s whole body erupt with sensation.

The role play scenario was as ridiculous and joyful as it was erotic. Kier watched Dougie in action and held on to his arse as it pumped up and down, Dougie’s cock pulsing inside Kier with the onset of release.

Kier gripped his shaft and tugged throwing himself wholeheartedly over the edge into the celebration of reconnecting with his only love.

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