Childhood Friend, eh~ ch2 (Patreon)

Hello all, here is already the sequel for the commission. Enjoy!

Preview:

At first the girly redhead had every intention of splitting the bills, he truly did. He would reach for his wallet with his usual bratty little smile, only for David’s larger hand to cover it every single time. “I got it, short stack.” The phrase almost became a ritual. Each refusal, each card swipe, each quiet “don’t worry about it” confirmed exactly what the femboy had already begun to suspect. So Eli started pushing. A little harder each date. More expensive restaurants. Impulse buys he “just had to have.” And every single time David paid, Eli rewarded him the only way he knew David would fucking love: a good, hard, sweaty fuck session. Sometimes after the date. Sometimes during the date. Once in the back row of a nearly empty theater with his fat, angry fag-maker buried to the hilt inside David's wallethole while the movie credits rolled and the slut bit down on his own wrist to keep from moaning too loud.

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"Don't worry, I got you" Eli’s hands move to the buttons of his high-waisted shorts. He pops them one by one, slow and deliberate, then shoves the tight black fabric down. The shorts pool around his ankles. Underneath he is wearing a lacy purple thong that is already losing the fight; the half-hard, throbbing behemoth of his twelve inch cock is stretched thick against the delicate fabric, the gold ring through the tip creating a clear, wet circle of precum. The thin lace digs into the soft meat of his hips and the deep cleft of his fat, heavenly ass, the heavy cheeks spilling out on either side. He turns slowly, plants one soft hand against the wall, and arches his back just enough to present that unholy dumpstruck at perfect face-level for a kneeling six foot four man. “Well, then eat, bitch” He chuckles, voice bratty as always.

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“Good. Now… try to swallow my dick. Go on~”

David's eyebrows furrow in further confusion but does as he is told. He closes his lips around the soft, heavy meat and begins to swallow. Each deliberate gulp pulls the now-smaller, more manageable fuck-noodle deeper. The soft shaft slides and slithers down his throat with surprising ease, the gold ring trailing along the wet tunnel until the entire thing is buried and David’s nose is pressed once more into the boi's heart-shaped pubic hair. Smooth, wet balls twitching against his chin.

“Mmmh, shit. Good boy~” Eli’s soft moan floats down. One hand returns to David’s auburn hair, not gripping, just resting there, feeling every slow swallow.

Then David feels it. the femboy's soft cock stirs inside his throat. It twitches once, twice, then begins to fatten and harden from the root outward.