Being full of cock was truly one of life's singular pleasures. From the first moment a man entered him years ago, he'd realized it was what he wanted and craved more than anything. Thor sliding in, taking up every available inch was every fantasy come true. "You all right?" Thor asked, stroking Bobby's back as he seated himself completely. "Perfect." And he was. Bent over for this man, naked and vulnerable, was the one place Bobby felt at home. He'd known in the small private room at the haunted house that this, right here, was what he desired most. Thor pulled out and Bobby bit his lip to keep from whimpering at the loss. Thor soon filled him again, pushing in hard, pulling out, repeating the slow, measured strokes. "Fucking hot in your ass." Bobby grinned at Thor's grunt of praise.. The words made him harder, too. He wanted to jack his cock while Thor fucked him, but didn't think, wasn't sure what Thor wanted so he just kept his hands wrapped under the edge of the metal barstool. The leather his chest and stomach rested on, was slick with his sweat and as Thor picked up the pace, drove in harder, Bobby slid against it, over it.
