January Art 2 (Patreon)

Frankie has been having a few restless nights now, laying in bed, cock in one hand, fingers up his ass with the other, wishing he had something other than silicone to keep him company. He had a hungry ass, and it hadn't been fed in some time, and he was starting to get desperate. Sure, the toys he had were thick and could reach a few feet into his colon, but it wasn't the same as having a hot, throbbing cock or arm digging into him. Still, desperate times meant that he had to make do, and with just a bit of spit he would press the snake of a toy up his ass with a stifled hiss.

His prostate was sensitive from years of being abused and massaged, and just having that soft body of the toy snaking past it had his cock pulsing between his legs. A foot of fake cock up his ass and he could feel himself already close, but he would squeeze and push the climax down. If he was going to have to resort to toys, he was at least going to make it last. but even as he felt the second foot of toys slip past his ring, his mind would drift off to some masculine stranger, gripping his cock as he fed his muscular arm up his needy ass. His toes were curl at the thought, imagining seeing the other males knuckles through his skinny taut belly, knowing that after the arm, his cock would be stuck in next to fill his well stretched guts.

His cock would jolt and throb, swinging wildly between his legs as he snapped back to reality from his orgasm, cum shooting off across his bed and down his legs. he would mash the toy into himself again and again, hammering his prostate, forcing a jettison of cum with each pump, until his balls ached and he would release the toy. It would sit inside of him for only a moment before slipping out with a grotesque belch, sticky strings of lube drooling from his used ass.