Which Way to Dominance
When Teddy heard the pickup drive past the main house and stop outside his room, he knew he had only seconds to undress. He threw his book on the bed and tore off everything. He hoped Roy wouldn’t be drunk again, but in the past months everything about him had darkened.
There was a single knock, and Teddy opened the door, naked.
“Good,” Roy said, his Stetson askew, revealing a balding head. “Now bend over.” Teddy could smell the liquor on his breath.
In mere moments Roy was inside him. Teddy tried his best to meet Roy’s thrusts, but he pulled away time and again when the burn became too great.
“Please, Roy, can we use real lube instead of your spit?”
“I don’t want to stop,” Roy mumbled. “Keep giving me what I need.” He f****d the younger, smaller, but muscular
