The Thicc Tennis-boi ch2 (Patreon)

Hello again! This month has been pretty loaded, huh? Not complaining, just wish every month is this productive. Anyway, enjoy!

Preview:

Fabian stays where he is, the ceiling tiles blurring above him. His asshole throbs, stretched and slick, leaking a slow trickle of the fat wad of boi-nut Alex pumped deep inside him. His belly bulge has already started to soften, but the memory of the trap's fat cockhead pressing outward against the inside of his tummy stays branded behind his eyes. Shit..." He curses under his breath, raw, vicious little strings of “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK!” until his throat goes hoarse.

An hour crawls by, and the steam thins, the water cools, and the young man's legs finally stop shaking. With one last "shit..." coming out in a sigh, he drags himself upright. He finishes his shower, soaps every inch of his body twice, rinses until the last sticky white trails vanish down the drain, and towels off with mechanical motions. He dresses in silence, stuffs his gear into the duffel, and walks out into the late-afternoon glare. The club is almost empty, no sign of Alex.

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“One for me.” Alex calls, voice loud and cutting. He doesn’t even look at Fabian as he walks back to the baseline. The short shorts have ridden up on one side, flashing a perfect crescent of freckled caramel cheek and the deep shadow of the crack. The young man's eyes snag on it for a heartbeat too long, long enough for his cock to give a traitorous twitch inside his own damp shorts.

Next point. Fabian serves wider. Alex stretches, thighs rubbing together with a soft, audible friction of skin on skin, and sends a slicing backhand that dies in the clay just beyond his opponent's reach. “Two points. I know I went hard on you yesterday but do you still struggle to sit or is today special?”

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Fabian moans through grit teeth as being split open on that monster cock while a skilled hand works his oversensitive dick is too much for him to handle. His orgasm hits like a freight train, within seconds of pounding starting, thick ropy cum blasts and paints the tiles in long, messy streaks all while his hole clamps down hard around Alex’s thrusting monster, milking it with rhythmic spasms. The femboy groans low and filthy, hips snapping faster, chasing his own cliff to jump over. "Fuuuck, I missed this tight bussy too!!!" The boi moans and after a dozen more deep thrusts he buries himself to the hilt, the fat slab of trap-meat pulsing hard as it unloads. Hot, heavy spurts flood Fabian’s guts, the sheer volume making the belly bulge swell a fraction more. Alex grinds through every pulse, whispering broken praise against the back of Fabian’s neck until the last thick spurt is emptied.

They stay joined under the spray for a long time afterward, breathing hard, water washing the evidence of Fabian’s submission down the drain while Alex’s load stays locked deep inside his fag-guts. Eventually the femboy softens just enough to slip free with a wet sound. He turns Fabian around, cups the flushed face in both hands, and kisses him slow and deep, nothing teasing this time, just lust and the quiet confirmation that the week of punishment is over.