J.P. Jackson

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Skin Sessions: Demon at the Doorstep.


There was a resounding thud that originated from what I could only assume came from the reception room, where I knew Issan would be waiting for any potential guests.

“Coming, Sire!” I heard him respond.

I leaned back in my chair and gripped my meat, already becoming taut with the anticipated scenario I had quickly played out in my head. Issan had a thing for cum, and I knew just how to satisfy that and my own randy needs.

Issan’s pretty face appeared in my doorway, his eyebrows raised slightly and his mouth a slight ‘o’.

How I was going to use those lips, but not tonight. I had plans for other holes.

“Please, if you would, come assist me. I’m frustrated and in need of release. Will you help your Sire?”

A salacious grin spread across my boy’s face, “Sir, I would be honoured.”

He walked up to me, then stopped and stood, palms forward, indicating his submission. “How would you like to use me?” Issan licked his lips as he cocked a single eyebrow.

Cocky indeed.

“Come here, let me undress you.”

Starting with his worn t-shirt, I urged his arms up, then pulled the garment over his head, freeing his torso. It was lithe and wiry, with no discernible hint of body fat. His abs, proudly on display, rippled with a shiver when I ran a finger down the centre of his tummy.

He cooed with pleasure. He had wispy hair around his nipples and a small thicket in the middle of his chest, but the biggest draw was the dark black treasure trail that led from his belly button down to the pleasure zone hidden beneath his bulky cargo pants.

I gripped his crotch through the material and squeezed. He was at full mast, and the rod hardened with excitement even further while I had him held hostage in my hand.

Unbuckling his belt, then popping the top button, I slowly unzipped his pants.

He wasn’t wearing any underwear.

“Issan. Scandalous.” A smirk spread across my cheeks.

“Easy access.” He looked at me with doe-like innocence as he shrugged. There was nothing naïve about his actions.

I pulled the pants down over his hips, exposing his erection, which was a good fist full, and as much as I was tempted to grab the rod and give it a few good tugs, I restrained myself until I had one of my more talented stable lads buck naked in front of me. I wanted to inspect every inch of him.

“Shouldn’t we get you naked too?” He asked.

“Not yet.”

I lay back in my chair, studying his virile twenty-something body.

His skin was creamy. Not the pale porcelain like Corbin, but light enough in complexion to allow for the black body hair to be vibrant, almost glistening in the dim light of my room.

I reached forward and tweaked a nipple, springing it to life as it hardened.

“Mmm, do that again, Daddy.”

Who was I to not give my boy what he wanted? This time, I took both my hands and pinched both nipples, just hard enough to flush the pink out of them and turn them a bit darker, and much harder.

“Fuck, yes.” Issan’s cock twitched and began to drool with precum.

I caught the string of honey on my finger and brought it up to my mouth to taste him.

He watched with attentiveness, awaiting approval.

“Delicious.”

“Can I take your cock out?” He asked, almost begging.

“Not yet. Remove my tie and unbutton my shirt first,” I said.

Issan hummed in pleasure and then did as he was told. Once the knot from my tie had been undone, he carefully slid the silk fabric out from its confines beneath my collar, then folded the tie in thirds and set it gently on my desk.

He then undid my shirt, pulling the tails out of my pants, and separating the panels to the side, exposing my massive chest covered in a forest of salt-n-pepper hair.

“Fuck I will never get tired of this. You’re too damn good looking.” Issan’s pupils were blown as he laid a palm on one of my pecs.

I clenched the muscle, making it bounce.

He giggled.

“Pet me,” I said.

Again, he complied, and while he busied himself with my fur, I grabbed hold of his cock and stroked his meat. He was thick, and hard, leaking, and wet.

With my thumb, I took some of his honey and made sure my digit was well lubricated, then reached down and found his tight hole.

Smearing it around the tender flesh, I gently pushed my fat thumb into his pucker, but I had done this many times, and Issan was used to it. The finger slid all the way in with no resistance. In fact, he pressed himself back against my hand. I could just feel the edge of his prostate, a hard ridge spot of pleasure, so I massaged what I could reach.

Issan’s knees buckled and shook.

“Could you please just get naked and fuck me? From behind? I want to feel your furry muscles on my back.”

“I have other plans.” I raised an eyebrow. “Take my cock out for me.”

Issan got to work undoing my pants and sliding them down, then removing my jockstrap until the garments were around my ankles. Freeing the weighty erection and hefty balls that had lain hidden, the cool night air kissed my exposed flesh, and the sensation felt good, increasing my arousal as Issan tugged on my nut sack and stroked my fat cock.

“Lay back on my desk. I want to watch the expression on your face while I fuck you.”

“Oh shit. Yes, Daddy!”

Issan scampered up onto my desk, pushing papers and other items off its edges, then leaned back, hoisting his legs in the air.

I caught one ankle and roughly held him in place until I lined up my thick and leaking cock to his waiting pucker.

Swirling my man-juice into the tacky remains of his precum, I eased into his waiting hole.

I closed my eyes and sighed with pleasure at the tight, warm, and wet sensation.

“Did you pre-lube?” I asked him, as I pushed a little more and slid right in.

“Of course, I’m on shift right now.”

“Atta boy.” I pushed in further until my pubes hit his butt cheeks.

“Fuck me, Sire. Give it to me.” Issan’s ass tightened around my man meat as I pulled out slowly, and then slid all the way back in. “Oh, my gods…” He moaned.

I leaned over him, then wrapped myself around his prone body and scooped him up into a giant bear hug. I lifted Issan off the desk and held him in my arms while I fucked him standing up. The gravity pushed his body down, impaling him on my cock so that it went as deep as possible.

Issan’s eyes rolled back into his head as he buried his head into the crook of my neck, with his arms wrapped around me, holding on for dear life.

With my pants still around my ankles, I completed some fancy footwork in order to free myself, and while still embedded deep within my boy, I took a few steps over to my bed where I laid him down.

But I didn’t do it to be soft and gentle.

I placed him there so I could ride him with all my might.

Once situated, I placed my hands on his shoulders and pulled him into me.

Then I slid out again, almost all the way. I repeated the action, making Issan moan and whine.

I watched as my thick meat slid into his tight hole, and when I pulled out, the ring of warm constricting flesh kept a grip on my cock. Pulling his innards out slightly, his tight ring exposed itself, only to have me push back in.

In and out, slow and fast.

Issan pawed at my chest until he found my nipples and twisted them. He knew how to do it just right. The slight painful sensation pushed me over the edge as I slammed into his hole, erupting and spraying his insides with my seed.

My hips kept thrusting, somewhat involuntarily, until I collapsed on top of Issan, flattening him with my body weight.

“That’s my Daddy!” He stroked my back as I lay there for a moment.

Realizing Issan hadn’t come yet, I pulled up and stared at him, “Your turn.” I smiled slightly, knowing exactly what he liked.

Pulling out, I placed my hands just on the small of Issan’s back and then hoisted him up so that his shoulders were flat against the bed. With his ass in the air, and legs still spread, I saw a drizzle of me leaking out of his ravaged hole.

Using my index finger, I swirled the man-juice around, then pushed it back into his hole.

I don’t do this for just anyone, but I knew Issan loved this, and it would make him explode. I plunged my face into his ass and ate out his sloppy hole, dripping with my cum.

He moaned, then grabbed his tool and beat it furiously.

Tonguing the tender flesh, I could taste the salty brine I had left inside him. I liked the taste of myself and loved lapping at his loosened pucker.

Just as Issan’s balls pulled up, signalling his imminent orgasm, I dropped him and shifted him so that his cock pointed directly in my face.

With a couple more pulls, he shot out a rope of white, which splattered across my chin and cheek. I didn’t waste any time. I latched onto his knob and sucked as hard as I could, pulling his load out from him until my mouth was not only coated in my own cum, but his as well.

When Issan quit shaking, I released him. Crawling up so that my legs straddled his side and my head was directly above his, I lifted one arm up and, with a finger, pulled open his mouth.

I let his load dribble out of my mouth and into his waiting maw.

And then I slammed my lips on top of his, mixing our fluids, our man-taste, our bond cemented even further as Dad and Boy, Sire and Son.

After a few wet, sloppy tongue licks and lip smacks, I released him, then pulled him up to stand on wobbly legs.

I patted him on his rump.

“Get dressed and go out and join the boys. Thank you for helping me out.”

With reddened cheeks and a devilish smile, he nodded his head, grabbed his discarded clothes, and left the room.

My money problems were still there, but at least for a few minutes, I didn’t really care. Reluctantly, I pulled my own clothes back on, ready to watch the house while my boys had an evening out.

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